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darqx · 5 months

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Some BP/HH/General asks

That mood when you want to share all the things but also want to keep it under wraps for the actual thing haha! Thanks very much anon!

As for your questions, I can't actually be specific cos there's no definitive number I have in mind for either. Basically there are a number of sectors (you can consider them their equivalent of countries - they have less than what we do though), and a number of species of demon of which I've designed about seven of. The ones I've shown before are these guys (and do you think I could find this pic again? No, I had to recreate it cos for the life of me I couldn't remember what ask I'd previously stuck it in lol):

One day when i have enough species and stuff out there I want to make a proper field guide \o/

Thank you very much for the interest! ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ I would actually love to for BP, but before I jump the gun there I have to get the comic out first lol. That being said I have made mini-games before featuring the HH versions and some other characs alas they are all lost at the moment to the sands of Flash becoming obsolete 😩

Me and Gato do still collab sometimes (and send each other Xmas presents)! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

I have been working on one off and on for a while actually! Hopefully I'll have some pages to post next year or so*, I've been doing a bit of thumbnailing recently :D

*that is the plan but i also don't know where people find the time to do anything with a full time job lol.

Hullo! Glad you are enjoying the snippets of BP I've got here and there :D Here is an older ref on Izm back when i first got the idea (at that time i didn't really plan to do anything with it, it was just an AU. Now it's my main project haha. Anyway the ref is a little bit out of date in that regard.)

I used to have a "field guide" which was also made quite a while ago, unfortunately the death of Flash kinda killed it. Here's a screenshot of some relevant info from it though.

That's an interesting one as it's questionable how sentient souls are after removal 🤔 In my mind its only form is the smoke light, it can "see" to some degree and MIGHT be able to talk (but in a very no one can hear them sort of way, a la i have no mouth and i must scream. So i guess it can think "aloud"). The more time passes the less sentience it has.

It could try, though it wouldn't really get anywhere if it's in Rire's collection. He might just eat it lol.

.D: Good with kids, will be fine in all aspects.

Izm: The fun dad however needs a partner that knows what they're doing to ensure the child safety during shenanigans.

Marcus and Zeke: Also would be good parents though might be more helicopter out of protectiveness/worry when first starting out.

Ren: Geek parent very good for homework help. Some Asian parent tendencies eg "ah see, i told you not to do that right? Now you see what happened."

They are similar to our known society for this! So basically, there are some good families out there (eg Zeke - who is a demon - is from a pretty average loving family), and there are some bad families out there who only care about power or having an heir or whatever.

HH Rire is a human. I differentiate between him and Demon Rire because they are two different characters...even though they are also technically the same character lol. You can consider them as alternate universe iterations of a base "Rire" concept.

I actually half jested this in an old comic lol

I am sorry to inform you that a HH webcomic doesn't actually exist 😅 I did a lot of art, animations and one shots (such as the HHJ comics) with them, but nothing actually planned or serialised or anything. Whatever's currently on my DA or here is basically what exists.

Bringing this image back cos it's relevant lol.

You spelled it correct there though! XD

#answer dump #battle priest #hh au #sz #hedonehigh #long post

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zkylearnstherope · 3 months

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Rush Hour [Where We Belong] - AvA / AvM Fan-Made

A very ambitious and late New Year's Special.

Thank you to everyone who waited.

When a proud King kneels, he must have a story to tell.

I know it's hard to believe, especially coming from the Kinky Blog, but the reason I actually started doing all of this fan art stuff was just to be able to tell this specific story. The idea has been around in my head for weeks, way before Being Cautious.

The plot underwent so many iterations but the base concept is still the same: King must find his inner child to find where he belongs. Yup, the [series tag] is actually named after this one. Why a child? Because children see the world as so much brighter, they run and run just to laugh at the stupidest things, and they would never ever try to k*ll themselves.

I am actually glad that I waited for a little bit before I made this. Like, I found my style now and can do some highlights and perspectives. It was hard to plan out but I really love how it all turned out. I hope you guys do too.

Author's Note

This took about a month to make. Around 7 days of planning the composition, plus 23 days to actually draw. Finishing with a total of 12 Frames / 7 Pages.

All four backgrounds are AI-Generated and then color-graded to match the scenes from The King.

The crowd consists of 10 different poses.

Most of my thoughts are in the WIP Post.

As some of you know, I did this because we somehow got 51 Followers a day after Christmas, and guess what- we're at 72 now. Yey!

Someone asked me why Gold looked like Glitchy King Orange. If you watch The King, you'll see that "The King" was one of Gold's games. He was a character that Gold used to roleplay. At least that's how I interpreted that scene.

Original characters by Alan Becker

#ava void walkers au #ava tropicals #alan becker #animation vs minecraft #avm king orange #avm purple #avm green

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mishambles · 9 months

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☆Being KAEDEHARA KAZUHA’s big sibling

Summary: Having Kazuha as your lil bro <3 Character/s: Kazuha, Beidou, Kamisato siblings, Traveler Warning: the timeline can possibly be incorrect T0T, slight angst, rushed ending lol Note: spoilers to his character quest and the first act of GAA. Reader is around 5 years older than Kazuha and has a vision (not specified).

•As a child, to put it simply, kazuha was clingy. extremely so.

•He isn’t very vocal about wanting attention but he would follow you EVERYWHERE. He understands you have a lot of responsibilities as the future head of the kaedehara clan why can't he help? so he quietly hangs onto your sleeve until you're done.

•When he's feeling extra needy, he asks you for a piggy back ride or just wants you to carry him. He does that thing where he stands in front of you and lifts up his arms and opens and closes his hands. this is a rare occurrence though so make the most of it <3

•He has a habit to (not so) sneakily steal your clothes and act like you when he thinks you're not looking!

•"I am Kaedehawa [name], futuwe head of the Kaedehawa clan." As he poses in clothing that are almost three times his size.

•Did I ever mention he has a slight lisp? He gets suuuuuuper embarrassed about it wishing he could speak the "adult" way and whenever he notices he mispronounced something he covers his mouth and pouts. You're gonna have to comfort him <3

•HE MAKES YOU GUYS MATCHING FLOWER CROWNS.

•has a habit of collecting pretty rocks and shells and gives them to you when he sees you're tired. Almost had a fit when he realized he couldn't collect maple leaves cause they wilt very quickly but we have a solution

•Flower pressing! After you introduce it to him to preserve maple leaves he's been randomly bringing you flowers to press so he can keep them for much much longer.

•He wishes he could grow up so he can help you.

•As a teen, he focused more on his sword art so he doesn't have much more freedom to follow you around as he used to.

•He asks you to spar with him whenever you have the time (it's the only time you get to bond anymore– you need to take care of the household after all)

•He picked up his flowery language from you! He naturally started speaking like you after watching you converse with others throughout his childhood (please never mention the lisp he still gets embarrassed)

•This is also around the time he was a bit of a troublemaker! Only some little petty pranks like drawing on your face when you're sleeping but nothing that could actually cause any real harm

•He also introduced you to his friend (you're glad he has someone with him, especially since you haven't been able to be with him that much anymore)

•To be honest, you allow him too much freedom all the while chaining yourself down with the issues of the household. It makes him so..frustrated. He can’t do anything to help you but he wants to, he really does, but when all you do is insist you’re fine, then what can he do?

•Am I so incompetent that I’m a dissapointment to you?

•As an adult.. mhm well.. It’s a bit complicated

•After the vision hunt decree, a huge chunk of time in your relationship was spent wondering if the other is safe.

•Considering the fact that both of you have visions, the vision hunt affected you both very differently. While Kazuha went after his friend, you were taken under the Kamisato’s protection and hidden for a long time

•Both of you were separated but you two were able to communicate through letters (though very limited). He’d tell you elaborate stories about his adventures with a woman named Captain Beidou and his recent interest in an outlander. (perhaps.. You could be free like he is?)

•You send him letters about your wellbeing and the current situation in Inazuma. Though, the letters between you two are scarce considering you’re busy helping the Kamisato’s and he’s constantly traveling

•He not-so-subtly suggests you to come with him and explore the world (like you’ve always wanted to). He knows that Beidou wouldn’t mind another person on board and he’d love for you to be more free

•Perhaps you’ll be able to see each other again once the vision hunt decree is abolished?

#platonic #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #platonic genshin x reader #kazuha #genshin impact #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin imagines

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melonminnie · 1 year

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Hello! I'm back, hehehe well I came to ask you something, would you be willing to write for action manhwas? Sorry is that I am addicted to them, blame daddy sung jinwoo.

Leaving the topic, can I have more yandere platonic but this time from Who made me a princess? I have a scenario, maybe the reader was a girl fed up with her life, so you know, she killed herself and ended up opening her eyes in this manhwa and worst of all, she is a rejected daughter of claude.

So in order to survive, she hides from him, contrary to what Atty would do, she decides she doesn't want his attention. She already suffered a lot in her other life from being ignored and crushed by others, as if her feelings were nothing more than garbage and dog poop. That's why this time he doesn't even try, like have you seen the female leads in almost every manhwa quwrer to live and shit? Well, our dear reader DOES NOT WANT TO LIVE, she is tired and fed up with everything.

But imagine if, by chance, an old diary is found in an abandoned library in the ruby palace (forgot to say, but this is 4 years before the initial story, so my reader is 7 at the time) going back to the diary, she He finds it and it turns out that it is magical. So somehow he travels to the past through this book and without thinking he wanders through the old palace finding Claude crying as a child. Because the reader doesn't give a damn about her life, she begins to establish a friendship because if she was already here, why waste this opportunity? he also hates the adult claude ironically he is his dad.

All that shit from his childhood happens and for 4 years the reader goes back and forth from the past to the future, we reach the point where the adult claude remembers that girl a lot and becomes obsessed with finding her since she was his emotional support. Sorry for all that stuff, now imagine that the plot begins and our reader knows it, that's why she decides to run away taking some money (for some reason she became friends with Felix and he gave her 500 gold coins so she can run away) Like reader hates attention, leaves the palace and lives in a cabin, now we move on to claude still having those dreams with that little girl who was becoming a woman, this was always platonic but he is obsessed with finding her, he promised as a child to return all his care and comfort.

She's the only one who knows him best, but we know the reader doesn't care about anyone and just wants to die in a quiet place.

Annnd, you can develop this better, in the end I would like claude to find out that his daughter has always been his best friend in some way and end up locking her up to prevent her from leaving again. I do not know

And I leave you a gift again, hehehe I edited it for a fanfic that I will never finish or publish

(PS: I traced the lineart of the official art, but the coloring is mine and it is based on that scene, this is already old so it has errors)

YAN! CLAUDE X DAUGHTER! READER (platonic)

-Hihi I’m glad you’re back!! Unfortunately I doubt I’ll be writing for adventure manhwa at the moment sense I only read romance at the moment but maybe in the future! Reader has the same appearance as athy, fyi your art always amazes me!! Thank you for requesting mwah 🫶🫶

WARNING EXTREME WARNING CONTAINS SUICIDE DO NOT CONTINUE READING IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE this is also extremely confusing I tried making it sound normal 🫶🫶🫶

“Why would she want to die?” Asked one of the dead girls friends, “dunno she had everything yet she became greedy” said the other, standing in front her grave, if the girl was still alive she would’ve choked her, only a pathetic person would be able to make fun of a person in-front their own grave.

Well it’s not like she heard it anyway, and frankly if she did at the moment she wouldn’t care, “I mean she was pathetic with her reincarnation thing and reading fake stuff about it” the friend continued her rant, As she woke up in a non existent body in one of the first novels she’d ever read, but knowing where she was and who’s daughter she was.

To tell the truth, she had reincarnated as the non existent oldest daughter of claude de Alger obelia, the same person who almost drowned his daughter the first he hung around with her, the same person who also killed said daughter in her point of view before she reincarnated, Now she didn’t want the same path, of course she didn’t do the same thing as athanansia did with the rubys, money and gold.

Instead she opted to just hiding away from everyone, it was almost like she was purposely isolating herself, but the maids took it as a joke as she was still a young kid, almost anytime she tired hiding away, one of the maids would find her and then take her back to her room, So she started exploring the entirety of the ruby palace, from up to bottom every bedroom and bathroom.

So of course she soon found the abandoned library, sure it was hard to open the door, but she managed!.

Upon entering said library, it was clear it hadn’t been touched nor used for a very long time, as she took steps her shoes would leave footprints from the dust on the floor, every book she touched had collected dust, While looking around her eyes seemed to wander to a nearly unheard of twinkling sound coming, it sounded sweet almost as if it was luring her in, she searched everywhere to find the source of the sound, which she did!.

It was a old diary frankly she didn’t know it was one till she opened it and read the contents of it, it didnt have a label only twinkling stars surrounding it, of course as a curious 7 year old who can read, she decided to read it.

At first it was boring, the handwriting was messy, as if a child was writing it, it started as writing about what they did throughout the day, it was clear that this diary belonged to someone who had a high noble status.

Soon the soft twinkling noises became cackling noises, it was extremely loud to her ears,but she nonetheless continued, flipping it till she reached a point where the cackling noises sounded so loud that it resembled gun noises, she slowly covered her ears and tried running away from the book.

But she couldn’t, why?, the dust had become fog, just slightly more browner, so with her still covering her ears, coughing sounds erupted from her throat, her eyes becoming watery so she had to close them, she kneeled to the floor continuously coughing as the dust began entering her nose.

Her hands quickly moved from her ears, to her mouth and nose, once everything had settled, and the blonde could finally breathe properly, she slowly opened her eyes, they were met with greenery instead of a dusty library, now this was confusing, as she knew she didn’t walk out of the library.

Because of course she couldn’t, and to her knowledge she didn’t inherit any magical powers, of course it no longer looked like she was in ruby palace, this place was way to extravagant to ruby palace!.

Now she couldn’t go back unless she finds out a way, so she decided to wander around for a bit!.

The blonde haired girl was getting tired, usually she would walk longer, but her legs were giving out, she of course was scared of getting noticed by who ever owns or works here, she’d already worked so hard to not die nor meet any important character, why does she need to die now after being alive for 7 years?.

So she opted to sitting behind a tree hiding her body from everyone, “I’ll just sit here till I gain my strength back!” She thought, she’d lived quietly her entire life, of course this would’ve been easy.

If she wasn’t a noisy person, not even a minute had passed before she started hearing hiccuping noises, it sounded like a boy was crying, whether she wanted to know who was crying or didn’t, it see,ed like her body was punishing her as it started moving by itself to the crying sounds.

There was a boy who was older then her maybe 10?, his appearance matched Claude’s appearance exactly!, but then there was his brother, who looked the same, the girl was standing behind him obviously just starring at him, of course he felt a sudden stare on him, so to his surprise he finds a tiny girl with blue eyes gawking at him.

“What are you staring at?!” He asked slightly embarrassed that someone had caught him crying his eyes out, “Well obviously you your the only person here!” She answered back deciding to sit next to him, “So what where you crying about also what’s your name!” She asked not really caring about what he was crying about, wanting to find out his name only.

“Claude” he mumbled turning his head the other way to whip his tears away, “O-oh” frantically she was quite disappointed, but if this was her hill to die on so be it!, she died once she wouldn’t be scared of facing death again right?, “Well?, aren’t you going to tell me your name” he demanded, “Name..” she answered.

“Then claude, do you want to be my friend?” She extended her hand to his smiling, “W-what do you know who you want to be friends with?” He asked, “yes I do know so do you or do you not?” She asked again, clearly nervous of getting rejected again by the same man who rejected her as a grown adult, being friends with your dad isn’t the best especially when you’ve never personally known him.

“Fine!” He accepted the seven year olds request shaking her hand in confirmation.

“Great” she whispered smiling happily.

“Great..” he said glancing at her hand then eyes.

Of course she found out that by simply it turning night she would return to her original world, the world where the only people who knew of her existence were the maids and lowly knights assigned to the ruby palace, It was good opportunity for the girl cause returning from both worlds affects the timeline greatly, when she’d go to child claude and return at night, It would also become night.

Which meant the maids could leave her alone for days at times, so that’s how the cycle continued, of course every time she returned claude would age up continuously he’d age up a lot in the four years she’d been with him.

In those four years, claude had told her about every aspect of his life, the way his step mother treated him, his brother, family issues, favorite food, Felix, claude slowly realized he’d grown a fond of his friend, he felt like she was a mini version of him, he didn’t notice the way she still looked younger while he looked older, he’d never notice that.

At some point the blonde haired girl knew she needed to stop being around him, it was so that so she doesn’t affect the story line, she’d never want that of course, and so when y/n turned 11, she’d known she’d need to stop, as the storyline was so close to happening, she slowly forced herself to forget she’d ever meet her father as a kid, she knew she needed to stop when he mentioned that his newborn daughter looked like a split image of her.

Now claude would never forget about the friend he made in the garden, how could he?, the way he met her to him was fascinating, he was determined to find her, As the now older man ran a hand threw his hair, he didn’t remember much of you, he remembered how you looked like, he’d know you if he spotted you anywhere, but he just can’t seem to find you anywhere?.

Were you a fairy or an angel?, or were you the ghost of his daughter from another life haunting him as a child.

“Felix!!” The young girl yelled running up to the red haired man, “y/n how are you?” He asked bowing to her, Felix never met you as a child he’d found you behind a tree asleep and took you back when you were eight, ever since he’d been giving you gold to help you escape, as he knew you’d never want to meet your oh so scary dad that you accidentally met when he was a kid.

He just presumed you’d heard rumors about how he killed his own lover afterbirth alongside all his concubines in the palace you’d been at your entire life.

“This time” she breathed heavily as she’d been running, “give me 500 gold please” the blonde begged clasping her hands together mustering the cutest face she could pull off, the red head chuckled softly before handing you 300, “hey! I said 500 not 300”

“Y/n come on what do you need 500 for?”

“Why are you asking please just give it promise you won’t ever see me again” she pleaded with him, “fine don’t let anyone find out though” , he sighed before handing an extra 200.

“Of course I won’t!” The girl replied before running away waving him off with a smile.

“His majesty must never find out..” he mutter returning back to his duties or precisely to Claude’s office.

Y/n kept her promise, she had snuck out in the middle of the night leaving almost everything behind except things she held dearly, and had bought a cabin far away from the capital.

As the years passed by y/n turned 22, it had been a long time sense she’d seen Claude, she’d heard of him of course and her sister athanasia, sense the two had a huge age gap, her younger sister had turned 15 recently, she’d wished she could’ve celebrated with her but she knew if she ever went back there something she’d never want to happen will happen.

Claude had frequent dreams of his childhood friend turning older, claude was forgetting her appearance, it was irritating to him, So the man knew that she wasn’t hiding in the capital she was on the outskirts of it.

He’d heard her say she’d hope to get a cabin on the outskirts of the capital in one of his dreams, Felix knew what was happening to claude wasn’t great he’d tried to stop him multiple times, “are you telling me what I can and can’t do?” Claude asked Felix as the redhead had held his body forbidding him from escaping.

“Your majesty your losing your mind over a nonexistent person” Felix yelled at him, “nonexistent? Felix do you know what the fuck your telling me right now?” The man replied, he cursed him out to no end that night, Felix was getting tired of it, the emperor was going insane over his daughter whom he hadn’t talked nor seen for 22 years, yet now he wanted to talk to her?.

Felix knew where you lived as you made the purchase with his money and he got mail saying he bought a cabin, he threw it out not caring what you did with the money.

Claude was smiling manically the day he knew where you lived, “your highness are you sick?” Felix asked, “No why would you ask that” he replied leaning his head on his hand starring at the paperwork.

Of course, claude knew who you were now, that you were his daughter, that you were the same person who he had met as a desperate kid with no friends.

Claude’s obsession was growing out of proportion, when claude found out where his precious daughter was, he stormed over there an hour later, Felix tried everything possible in his ability to stop him.But he couldn’t.

In those years that you had lived in the cabin your only thought, that was to die, but you couldn’t. You lived in a cabin for no reason, the purpose you couldn’t complete anymore.

While you were asleep, you heard a huge bang at you door, quickly getting up, she opened the door, revealing a tall male with blonde hair and diamond like blue eyes.

Claude starred at his daughter, daggers almost, “I’ve finally found you y/n” he smiled, it was terrifying, how did he find you?, how did he even know who you are, this was absolute hell, the girl tried shutting the door but his grip was stronger then hers, “you can’t run away from now” he said “my daughter” he pushed. The door open and pulled her into a one sided hug.

It was terrifying being held by the same man whom you have been trying to avoid for the past 22 years of your life, he found you like it was nothing, the way he was hugging you was almost bone crushing.

He swiftly knocked you out, knowing the moment he left go of you you’d try to escape.

And he’d never ever let you leave his side ever again, you’ll be forced with the title of the princess whether you like it or not.

Befriending claude de Alger obelia was the worst mistake you’d ever made.

On a side note my request are always open! I don’t bite 🫶

#-azuwritess #manhwa x reader #historical manhwa #wmmap #yandere manhwa x reader #fanfic #manhwa #who made me a princess #claude x reader #wmmap x reader #wmmap athanasia #wmmap fanfic #wmmap claude

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moldspace · 1 year

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new year new news

hey everyone! wow! 2022 is over! what a year! i made a lot of art, had some cool opportunities (painting a mural!!!) and some challenging transitions (quitting my job, switching academic programs!) but i think, overall, i’m glad to put this one in the rear view mirror.

now, to get out of the rear view mirror and look forwards into the metaphorical windshield - my resolution this year is to MAKE MORE ART and to GET OUTSIDE OF MY COMFORT ZONE and with that in mind, my first actionable goal for 2023 was...

to start a patreon!

not gonna lie, i’ve been just as nervous as i’ve been busy setting this up the past few weeks (and the imposter syndrome has kicked in HARD), but hey, doing new things is always scary and awkward. and i really wanted a good excuse to put some time and energy into behind-the-scenes stories, progress shots, sketchbook pages that aren’t pretty enough to post on their own, and rambling talks about the winding path my own art tends to follow. so maybe check it out and throw some money my way, if you’ve got extra and are curious!

currently i’ve just got one $3 tier up, but i’m sure that will change and evolve as i figure out what i’m doing. but what can i access with three dollars, i hear you ask? well...

full digital copies of all of my zines! with transcripts, and personal commentary!

polls! maybe i'm making new stickers and don't know which design to go with, maybe i'm amassing work for an update and don't know if i should make some more selkies or some more sphinxes - these polls will help ME decide what to make more of, and help YOU ALL see more of what you want from me. win-win!

behind the scenes posts and videos! i have to admit that i harbor a secret love for video editing, but I have so far had no real outlet for it (aside from the AMVs that i occasionally make in a fugue state and NO i’m never showing them to a soul) - but i've just filmed and edited the first full start-to-finish process video for patreon! watch me make a ceramic beasty from sketch to glaze firing, with full voiceover commentary (my voice was once described by a child as “why do you sound like that? you sound like you’re going to cry” so look forward to that!) i have plans in the future for tutorial posts and videos, more process timelapses, and full behind the scenes zine-making retrospectives, from writing to illustrating to binding.

this month (january 2023) only, sign up as a patron and i will personally send a little doodle to your house! yes, like in the mail. feel free to send me a prompt with your pledge, otherwise it’ll probably be some sort of creature with a human face and stars on it. maybe it will still be that, even if you give me a prompt.

finally, you will get my eternal gratitude! i truly cannot thank you all enough for the support and love over the years. it's been such an amazing honor to find other people who like the wacky little critters i make, and whether you've purchased art from me, follow me, or are even just someone who's seen and liked a piece of mine, i am forever grateful to be able to connect across space and time, with you, over art.

whether or not you decide to pledge, from the bottom of my heart, thank you! i am so lucky to have this space on tumblr to share my work - every kind comment means the world to me, and i just hope my work can be enriching to your worlds in some small way, too! i know making it enriches mine :^)

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ladykailitha · 11 months

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Royal Pain Part 2

This is the truly large part that I couldn’t find a safe place to stop without making it too short.

Eddie talks to his band about Steve and we meet Miranda, Jeff’s girlfriend. In fact Jeff and Miranda’s relationship is based on a couple friends of mine. They really do be like that.

Part 1

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Three hours later and Steve was done, pulling off the latex gloves. He sat back with a satisfied grin. “Go on, go take a look.” He jutted his chin toward the three way mirror in the room.

Eddie hopped to his feet, grateful to be able to move again. Sitting still was the hardest part of the tattoo process. But Steve had kept his mind and body occupied by catching up with him. They chatted the full three hours without ceasing or awkward pauses.

He stood in front of the mirror in shock, letting out a small gasp. “Holy shit, Stevie. It’s beautiful.” And it was, too. It looked like his picture brought to life but with the chain swirling around like it had fallen on to Eddie’s chest to rest there. And it seemed to glow with an unearthly light.

“I’m glad,” Steve said with fond smile. He picked up the camera and took a picture of the tattoo.

Then he hopped up off the stool and went to a small side table where there was a stack of business cards. He picked one up and grabbed a pen, writing on the back.

He walked over to Eddie and handed it to him. “Call the front number if you want me to do the bat wings, call the one on the back if you just want to hang out.”

Eddie looked down at the card with a grin. “You’ve got it, big boy!”

“Do you want me to cover it with a gauze so you can put your shirt back on?” Steve asked, nervously.

Eddie frowned in confusion, but Steve nodded at his chest. He looked down at his tattoo. “Oh! Right! Yes, please!”

Steve bandaged it up and handed Eddie back his shirt. Which was good because Steve kept looking at him and while it didn’t make him feel uncomfortable or anything, it just seemed to see him and that was something he had never felt before.

They shook hands and Eddie wandered back to the front to pay. He tapped the card against his palm thoughtfully.

He held up the card and stuck out his tongue and Robin stuck out hers in return.

After she rang him up she handed him a small black gift bag with their logo on it. “For all our first time clients. It comes with instructions on how to take care of the tattoo for first few weeks. Not that you’d need that, but it’s there anyway. It also comes with clean bandages and our own special lotion. Most hand lotions will work, but ours is formulated for tattoo care.”

Eddie blinked at her in shock. This didn’t sound like a rote spiel, this was something they were passionate about. He pulled out the instruction booklet. It was beautifully illustrated with step-by-step directions on how to take care of the tattoo not just for the first couple of days but how to prevent the colors from fading too quickly over time.

“This is really well done,” he said with a low whistle.

Robin beamed. “Another one of Stevie’s nuggets. Will the Wise. He’s a pretty good graphic artist. He did the illustrations, too.”

Eddie nodded appreciatively. “I didn’t meet that one. Something about having to move to California for his freshman year...”

Robin nodded. “His mom got accepted at a college out there to get her associates in fine art, then came back to get her teacher’s license out here so she could teach in Indiana.”

“Must have been hard on the kids,” Eddie said, putting the pamphlet back into the bag.

Robin nodded. She leaned forward on her forearms. “You going to call or am I going to be subjected to the worst pining outside the worst rom-coms?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “I don’t even know what that means.”

“Steve doesn’t do full back tattoos,” Robin explained. “Or large pieces of any kind. He had a bad experience once where he did one and the guy got super pissed, threatened to sue even.” She straightened up. “Not that he would tell you that. He’d probably say some bullshit about that he gets bored too easy or whatever.

“Excuse me, what?” he asked, confusion settling in.

“Steve doesn’t like doing big tattoos, but wants to do yours, ergo he likes you and wants an excuse to spend several hours over several weeks with you,” she explained slowly as if she was talking to a small child.

Eddie’s jaw dropped. “Oh.” He looked down at his chest. “I’d like to set up an appointment for the first session.”

Robin grinned. She pulled up the schedule and get it situated. “All done.”

Eddie grinned back and tapped the card on the counter thoughtfully. Then he leaned far into her space. “And I’m going to call him, too.”

Her eyes went wide as he turned on his heel and walked away.

He licked his lips and bit down on the lower one. Looks like he wasn’t going to kill Jeff after all. He might have to send flowers. The bastard.

Eddie strolled into the garage his band practiced in with a huge shit-eating grin. Brian looked up at him and grinned back.

“Someone is super happy,” he said. “I take you liked your tattoo...”

Jeff snorted. “And how was the tattoo artist?”

Eddie grin managed to get even bigger. “About that Jeffie...is there something you forgot to tell me?”

Jeff laughed. “I wasn’t going to tell you shit, man. I knew you wouldn’t go if you knew who it was.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side and then nodded. “Yeah, I guess. But fuck, man. He’s so good.”

Gareth jutted his chin out. “So come on, let’s see.”

Eddie pulled up his shirt and carefully peeled away the bandage to show them.

“Wicked!” Brian said, bobbing his head.

“You try the lotion yet?” Jeff asked. “Holy shit, that stuff is so good.”

Eddie shook his head. “Not yet. But I can’t wait to. I can’t stand the scented stuff and even non-scented stuff is scented.”

Jeff nodded. “I think you’ll really like theirs.”

Eddie shrugged. “Buckley is a bit intimidating as a receptionist, though...”

Jeff threw back his head and laughed. “She is that. But I think she just gets defensive because it’s ‘not a proper tattoo parlor’ or whatever,” he said, using air quotes.

Eddie nodded and carefully put away his tattoo, pulling down the shirt. “I never really got the dingy backdoor aesthetic, if I’m honest. Maybe that’s why there are so many tattoo ‘regerts’.”

They all burst out laughing.

“Could be,” Jeff conceded.

Eddie chewed on his lip and then blurted out, “I’m letting him do the bat wings!”

The room got so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“No fucking way,” Gareth breathed, almost afraid to break the silence.

Eddie nodded. “You’ve seen what he can do with Jeff’s idea and with mine. Think of what he could do given carte blanche...”

“It’s going to take forever,” Brian cautioned.

“And it’s going to hurt like a bitch,” was Gareth’s warning.

Jeff leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “Do you really trust him to do this for you? Because we aren’t talking about some little tattoo because you felt like it. This is your tribute to finally getting out of Hawkins and making something of your self. If he fucks it up, you two wouldn’t survive the ensuing fallout.”

Eddie frowned. “Why would it matter to him if I don’t like–” he cut himself off as he remembered what Buckley said about being threatened with a lawsuit. “It would destroy his career, wouldn’t it?”

“He sure as hell wouldn’t want to tattoo anymore,” Jeff agreed. “So tread carefully. Talk to him about every step. Every choice. Because if this goes right, it’s going to be the most awesome collaboration ever. But if it goes south, man, it’s going to hit rock bottom.”

Eddie nodded. “I know, I know.” He threw his head back and ran his fingers through his hair. “But there is something about the way he does his tattoos, man, that just has this passion and spark to them. I liked Max. I still do. But her style is more abstract or impressionist or whatever. It’s not this photo realistic style that Stevie has that just makes the tattoo pop.” He buried his head in his hands.

He ran his fingers down his face. “Am I fucked up for wanting that?”

The rest of the band looked at each other, then shook their heads.

“No, Ed,” Gareth said. “Of course not. We just want you to think about this before diving into it, face first.”

Eddie sighed. “Look you guys all know who I had the biggest crush on while we were in school. You know. So tell me this isn’t some weird self-actualization shit or something.”

Brian came over and sat down next to him on the two-seater. “There might be some truth to that. He was different from how he was in high school. Even Jeff’s said as much. He’s a good tattoo artist. No one is saying otherwise. And maybe that brought up old feelings again. So it’s going to up to you to decide if that’s why you’re going back.”

Gareth started waving his hands. “Not that that’s a shit reason for going back. Because as far as reasons to get a tattoo, being in love is one of the oldest there is.”

Jeff scoffed, “Pretty sure it was war or some shit like that.”

Gareth rolled his eyes. “Modern tattooing you fucker.”

Jeff grinned back at his friend. “Love you, Gare!”

“Fuck off,” Gareth teased back, he turned back to Eddie. “Just acknowledge that’s why.”

Eddie sighed. “Yeah, okay. I want to Steve Harrington to tattoo my back because he’s the best artist for the job, his work is incredible, and because I’ve always been half in love with the guy.”

He pulled out the business card and held it up between two fingers. “And because he gave me his personal cell number.”

The guys burst out laughing.

“Dude!” Brian said bumping their shoulders together. “Boy still got game.”

Eddie ducked his head and hid his blush with his hair. “Yeah, all right.”

Jeff leaned back and shook his head. “You gonna call the dude or do we have to do it for you?”

Eddie squeaked and waved his hands around dramatically. “No, no. I’ve got this. But I told him I would call after band practice. So if we could get on that, yeah?”

They all pulled out their instruments while Gareth sat behind his kit. He pulled out two drumsticks and tapped out the first few beats of their new song for the others to tune in.

Soon they were rocking out. They went through the songs a few times, repeating parts that were rougher than others. In no time at all they done, tired, covered in sweat, and absolutely satisfied with a job well done.

“Good job, guys,” Jeff said as they packed up. “We’re ready for tomorrow. Anyone need a lift tomorrow? I’ve the car this weekend.” Jeff lived with his girlfriend Miranda Winters and they only had the one beat up four door sedan between them.

“I’ll need a ride,” Brian said. “Mine’s in the shop. That damn radiator cap leaked again.”

Jeff winced. “I think you just junk the damn thing and get something else, man. You’re pumping more money into that piece of shit then it’s worth.”

Brian nodded. “I’ve almost got enough saved up for a newer model. That clunker just has to last that long.”

“You gonna need a ride home tonight, too?” Jeff asked as he zipped up his soft guitar case.

Brian shook his head. “Cecil’s coming to get me.” Cecil was Brian’s roommate. “He dropped me off tonight, he just works tomorrow night.”

They all nodded.

Jeff turned to Gareth. “You got a ride?”

Gareth nodded. “Yeah, man. Gethin is visiting this weekend and wants to see us play. So I’ve got a ride to both Friday and Saturday’s shows.”

“How about you Ed,” Jeff asked. “Your clunker gonna make this weekend?”

Eddie scoffed. “Dude, my clunker as you call my noble steed is in better shape than yours and Brian’s combined. She’ll be fine.”

Jeff chuckled. “Whatever you say, man. That thing is a four-wheeled death trap and you know it.”

Eddie put his hand over his heart, mock-wounded. “Forsooth! You dare disparage the mighty Snowmane!”

Gareth eyed sidelong. “You’re just procrastinating calling Steve. So hop to it, boy! We want to see you call him.”

Eddie sighed, but pulled out his phone. He typed in the number on the back of the card, knee bouncing up and down as he waited.

Click.

“Hey, Stevie!” Eddie greeted. “It’s Eddie. I said I’d call after practice and here I am.”

“No it was good,” Eddie said. “Yeah. We are so ready for this weekend.”

“Yup,” he said, avoiding looking at his friends. “Hey, you and Robin should come out either tomorrow or Saturday.”

“Saturday it is,” he said with a grin. “The Nightmare Holes bar at 8pm.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, holding his hair in front of his face to hide his deepening blush. “I’ll talk to guys and get back to you on that. But it sounds like fun.”

“Of course,” he said softly. “Yeah. It was good to see you again, too.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you then. Bye.”

He looked up to see his friends staring at him in varying degrees of shock.

“Holy shit, dude,” Gareth said, standing up from behind his kit. “You really do have it bad.”

Just then the door opened and Miranda walked in. She was tall and thin, having done ballet for years. When she stood, her body automatically fell into pointe. Her dark brown hair was in a French braid that went down to the small of her back. Her eyes were an all too knowing grey, and when she walked in, she a mischievous grin on her pretty face.

“Who’s got what bad?” she asked, coming up to Jeff to give him a kiss.

“Our Eddie boy’s got a crush on his new tattoo artist,” Brian said gleefully, rubbing his hands together.

Eddie glared at him. “I swear to god if you say anything else I will smash your base by going eighty miles an hour on the freeway and tossing it out the fucking window.”

Brian held up his hands in surrender.

“Technically, it’s a old crush,” Gareth said with a shit-eating grin, “but it checks out.”

Miranda turned to Eddie clapping her hands and jumping up and down. “Steve Harrington is your new tattoo artist? That must blow your fucking mind!”

Eddie blushed. “Come on, guys!”

“All right,” Jeff said stepping forward. “Leave the man alone. He just had his world view tilted on its axis, give him time to get through that first.”

Eddie smiled up at him. “Thanks, man.”

“And then tease the shit out of him,” Jeff continued.

Eddie huffed and threw himself back on the two-seater and glowered. “Fuck all you guys.”

“Hey, Brian,” Miranda said, “Cecil is out in the parking lot waiting for you.”

Brian nodded and said his goodbyes, heading out to meet his roommate.

Miranda turned to Gareth and Jeff. “If you guys are ready, go ahead and go out to the car. I need to have a word with Eddie real quick.”

Jeff and Gareth nodded and waved goodbye to Eddie. Leaving the two of them alone.

She sat down next to him and sighed. “Teasing aside, are you okay?”

Eddie pursed his lips and nodded. “It’s just such a shock. He has his own tattoo parlor. He pays his best friend to receptionist for him. And fuck if he isn’t talented to boot.” He lifted up his shirt and showed her the new tattoo.

“Holy fuckballs!” she said reaching out her hands to touch it, but stopping just in time. “It looks so real.”

Eddie covered it back up and put his shirt back down. “I’m going to have him do my wings.”

Miranda nodded. “Just tell him that if he fucks up with you, Miranda Winter will be coming for his ass.”

Eddie chuckled. “I’ll be sure and tell him, but he’s coming to the concert on Saturday if you wanted to meet him.”

“Sure thing, darlin’,” she said. “I’ve got to get back out their before they completely change all my radio programs to metal again.”

Eddie laughed. “Well maybe if you listened to good music, they wouldn’t have to.”

“Shut your whore mouth, pretty boy,” Miranda teased back. “I happen to like alt rock.”

Eddie just grinned as he watched her leave.

He frown slid off his face. Oh fuck. What if Steve didn’t like metal? No. Then he would have turned Eddie down, because he new it was a metal band. But what if he forgot. But he remembered a lot about him. So he wouldn’t just forget in a couple of hours. Fuck.

There was nothing for it he was going to have to call Uncle Wayne.

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ELBERT GREETIA MAIN ROUTE....

CHAPTER ONE.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

trigger warning: blood

minors and ageless blogs dni.

In a quiet room with the sound of rippling waves, I pierce the butterfly's back with a needle.

——It’s another beautiful thing I have acquired.

I simply stare at the bright scales of butterflies spreading their wings in the picture frame, as if praying.

This will surely make the "two" happy.

Surely, surely——

A night has passed since the day I saw a spectacle that I shouldn't have seen in London at midnight.

I was able to avoid being killed by carrying out my duties as a "fairy tale master",

Time passed with no sense of reality, and I was once again greeted by the darkness of the night.

——From now on, I will accompany the crown on a mission for the first time.

Roger: Is the inn in question around the next crossroads?

Alfons: According to the information given in advance, yes.

Elbert:….

Mr. Roger, Mr. Alfons, and Lord Elbert——

I was walking through London at night with three companions.

Kate: I thought you said that a certain inn was a temporary storage place for…stolen art.

I was closely observing the "cursed" crowns’ behavior,

As it is my role as a "fairy tale master" to write them down.

(I want to fulfill my responsibilities properly, win their trust so that they can release me.)

(I still can't keep up with them…but I have to do my best.)

Roger: Don't be so hard on yourself, young lady.

Alfons: We are just going to investigate the actual situation, so it won't be too bloody. Surely.

Elbert:…..

Kate: Thank you for your concern, Mr. Roger, and Mr. Alfons.

(Well...if it is my job to write about the sins of the "cursed ones", then I must know about the "cursed".)

Kate: May I ask you all about your "curse"…?

Alfons: Fufu, our dear robin is very studious, isn't she?

Alfons: Lord El is the “Queen of Greed” and Roger is the “Traitor Hunter”. And I'm cursed with the "mirror".

Kate: Queen, hunter, mirror…..

Alfons: I wonder if those who appear in the same fairy tale are destined to interact with each other. (Snow white)

Roger: Haha. Where is Team Snow White?

Alfons: I'm very uncomfortable being lumped in with you, though.

Roger: Don't say that. Right, young lady?

Kate: Ahaha. I agree….

They both speak to me in a friendly way.

I am glad for their concern, but I can't help but smile.

(People who commit crimes on a daily basis…..)

(I'm just afraid to look them in the eye and talk to them.)

Elbert:…What's wrong?

Kate:…Eh?

With Lord Elbert’s words, I suddenly realized that the distance between them was widening.

Except for Lord Elbert, who stopped for a moment, the other two were moving on.

Elbert:…Are you all right?

Kate: I'm sorry, I was spacing out and...! I was thinking.

Elbert: I see. ….Be careful not to get lost.

Just as I was about to get back on my feet——

Elbert:….!

A passing man bumped into Lord Elbert.

Drunk man: Ha? What is it? What a strange, pretty person you are.

A man with staggered legs, barely able to stand upright, looks drunk.

Elbert:….

Drunk man: Let's have a drink, brother. With your treat. Ahahaha.

Elbert:…My apologies. I'm in a hurry.

Drunk man: Ah? Do you want to get your pretty face all messed up?

Lord Elbert is surprisingly unresistant to drunk people.

(I'm not sure what's going on, should I call Mr. Roger and Mr. Alfons?)

Kate: U–Umm…!

It was the next moment when impatience and question marks intersected on his head.

Drunk man: Uu…uuu…why did you throw me away…Eliza… *sobs*

Kate:…Eh?

The man who had been involved with Lord Elbert broke down and cried on the spot without warning.

(What happened all of a sudden…?)

Alfons: Your ability is still a joke as ever, I see.

When Alfons turned his heels, he approached Lord Elbert and laughed.

Kate: You mean…Lord Elbert’s ability is a joke?

Alfons: Yes. It awakens the saddest memories of those who stepped on the shadow.

Alfons: In other words, the other person becomes extremely depressed and dejected.

Roger: It's an ability that works better with people who've been through hard times, but the downside is that he has to choose the right person.

Kate: Depressed….

Still unable to stand up, I just stare at the man crying by the side of the road like an infant.

(This is Lord Elbert’s power.)

After seeing William's spectacular power to force people to commit suicide, it seemed like such a small power.

But——

Elbert:…I'm in a hurry. ....I’m sorry.

And then Lord Elbert used that seemingly insignificant power on a drunken man,

He looked sad as if he had committed a cruel crime.

(…Well, that's a little surprising.)

(I guess the cursed ones aren't exactly accustomed to using their powers either.)

Elbert:…Let’s go.

As we pass each other, Lord Elbert's hair shimmers in the street light.

His golden hair fluttering in the night breeze and his sorrowful profile subconsciously catch my eye.

(….How beautiful he is.)

His beauty was so overwhelming that I forgot for a moment my fears about the mission ahead.

Alfons: Well, the alley is ahead. We can find the inn we were aiming for.

Elbert: Yes.

Then Mr. Roger tilted his head while staring at the dimly lit alley.

Roger: Something strange. I can see a cheap hotel, and I'm sure there were quite a few guests.

Roger:…There is only one human heartbeat.

Kate: Heartbeat…?

I listen carefully, but all I can hear is a small whistling sound.

Alfons: Abnormal hearing is what this man is capable of.

Roger: At a distance of roughly 100 yards, I can tell exactly their location without looking.

Kate: That's great. ......But does that mean there is only one person at the inn?

Roger: Well, yeah.

Kate: Why on earth…..

Alfons: There's only one way to find out.

When I turned the corner into the alley that leads to the inn's back entrance——

(….!!)

——There was a horrifying sight.

Several bloodied people are lying in the alleyway.

A large amount of blood was spreading in the hallway seen from the open back door of the inn.

Kate:….Aah——

My instincts are telling me to run away.

However, as if sewn into place, my legs froze and I couldn't move.

At that moment——

My body was strongly pulled back, blocking the bloodstained scene.

Kate:…!?

My cheeks are pressed tightly against the soft, high-quality cloth.

(Blue cravat.)

Kate: Lord Elbert….?

When I finally realized that Lord Elbert was holding me close, I tried to raise my head.

Lord Elbert's hand was stronger than that, refraining my movements.

Elbert: ——You don't have to look.

(Eh…?)

Elbert:…Because sad memories can easily kill you.

Elbert: So, you don’t have to look.

A sad voice whispers in my ear.

Elbert: You have…nothing to do with what happens here.

Elbert:…You don’t have to carry on what you don’t have to take on. **

(Lord Elbert….)

His voice sounded like a prayer.

He was protecting me with his hand and hugged me tightly.

For some reason, I feel as if I am being clung to, and I hesitate to resist.

(Lord Elbert….you look like you're scared of something.)

Roger: This guy...is an innkeeper and a guest.

Alfons: Judging by the way he's dressed, I'd say there's no doubt about it.

I was listening to the voices of the two people watching the scene while being hugged, at that time——

???:….Uuu…uu…..

( ! That voice just now…..)

Mr. Roger's words about a single heartbeat come back to mind.

Kate: My apologies….!

Elbert:…!

Instinctively, I pushed back Lord Elbert’s chest and lifted my face.

I looked around and saw a woman lying on the corner of an alleyway, moving faintly.

(That woman….)

Kate: Is she okay….!?

Roger: We're not out of the woods yet, but it's dangerous.

Mr. Roger, who had rushed to her before I did, frowned and muttered something to me.

Roger: She needs immediate attention. Take her to the nearest hospital——

Roger:….!

Kate: Mr. Roger? What’s wrong?

Roger: The police are coming. Two….No, three of them.

(Police…?)

Alfons: Then there's no need to stay long. Let's move on.

(What!?)

Kate: What about this woman——?

Roger: Our mission(The crown) is confidential. We have to lay low for now.

Mr. Roger's annoyed profile makes it clear that he doesn't mean what he says, and he swallows his rebuttal.

(But what if the police didn't notice her….?)

I quickly took out a handkerchief and pulled it over the lamp directly above her.

(This should be enough to keep her from being identified. I'm sure they’ll notice her as soon as possible….)

While praying for her safety, I followed the three of them and hid in the shadows.

I will ask how things are going from a little distance away——

The police arrived and I saw her being carried away immediately.

Kate:…I’m glad….

(…I hope she’ll be safe.)

Elbert:….

——We had to call it a day and return to the castle.

But I couldn't eat the food that was brought to my room, nor could I sleep…..

In order to change my mind, I was walking alone in the garden that was too large.

━━FLASHBACK━━

(Tonight, I've only witnessed the aftermath of someone's crime.)

(But someday I may end up seeing such a scene made by the crowns’ hands.)

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(I don't know if I'm capable of….writing it down.) // (I don't know if I can….write that down.)

While thinking about such things, as I walk along the path——

(…..Lord Elbert?)

I found Lord Elbert gazing at the flowers in a daze.

It was like he’s wearing a veil of moonlight. The sight of this painting-like figure again captivated my eyes.

Elbert: Hm…oh…it’s you. Good evening.

Kate: Good evening, Lord Elbert….

Lord Elbert must have sensed something when he saw my face, and tilted his head languidly.

Elbert:….Can't sleep?

Kate:…Yes. So, for a change, I'm going to take a walk.

Elbert: I see….

Kate: What are you doing here, Lord Elbert?

Elbert: I suppose…I'm in a similar case. …..I've always been a short sleeper.

Kate: I see…..

Elbert: That's why…I can become someone to talk to when you can't sleep.

Kate:….!

The way his words seem to be soft and gentle made me feel better.

(If it had been last night, I might have been wary of even his thoughtfulness…..)

Kate:…Thank you very much.

Aware of my wariness, which was beginning to fade, I took one step at a time toward Lord Elbert.

(That's right...just now, I still haven't been able to say thank you properly.)

Kate: Thank you for protecting me earlier.

Elbert:….No. ….In the end, I showed you a cruel sight.

Kate: I wanted to see it, so don't worry.

I tried to sound cheerful, but Lord Elbert looked at me as he narrowed his eyes painfully.

Elbert: If they hadn't taken you to that place...you never would have tried to see it.

Elbert: You’re different from us. …..You shouldn't have come here.

Elbert:…Sin doesn't suit you.

Lord Elbert’s emotions don't show up very often. nevertheless….

I could see the unclouded pity in his eyes, which were like the bottom of the deep sea.

(You're the one whose sins don't suit you.)

At that time——

━━FLASHBACK━━

Even though there was no knife or bullet pointed at me, and my life was not in danger, he tried to protect me.

(I'm sure...so that my heart won't be hurt by the cruel sight.)

(That time, the strength of his arm.)

(It was as if he was afraid I would get hurt.)

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(If he didn't feel anything at that scene, he wouldn't have done that.)

I was told that the people of the Crown feel the same fears, anxieties, and sadness as I do——

I realized again what is very obvious.

Kate: You are very kind, Lord Elbert.

Elbert:….That's not true.

I cherish people's thoughts and feelings. That was my goal in life.

(That's why I chose to work as a postwoman.)

(No matter what kind of crimes Lord Elbert and the others commit from now on, the feelings that are there and——)

Kate:….Thank you for your concern.

Kate: But it's okay if you don't protect me this time.

Elbert:…Why?

Kate: You may come to know a lot of things would be happier if you didn't know.

Kate: I want to know what you are thinking….as you face these things.

I smiled, wanting to respond to Lord Elbert's inclination to be kind, even if only a little——

Elbert:…..

But Lord Elbert stared at me without blinking.

(….?)

The eyes that were fixed on me were very serious, and I instantly felt uncomfortable.

(Ah...I wonder if it was rude to say that you don't have to protect me this time, even though you're worried about me.)

I felt that his overwhelmingly beautiful face became even more powerful when he became silent, and I couldn't help but gasp.

Kate: Umm….

Elbert:….Stay still.

As we suddenly closed the distance, Lord Elbert brushed my hair.

Elbert:…There were petals in your hair.

Kate:…Uh.

Kate: Thank you very much….

(….I see. He was just looking at the petals.)

(I’m glad…)

To calm my beating heart down, I quietly stepped away from Lord Elbert for a little while.

Kate: Well then, if you'll excuse me. I should get some sleep for tomorrow.

Elbert:…Do you think you can sleep?

Kate: Yes, thanks to Lord Elbert.

Elbert: I see...then, good for you.

Elbert:…Good night, Kate.

Kate: Good night, Lord Elbert.

(….I don't know why.)

(But I can't stop thinking about the way Lord Elbert looked at me just now…..)

His abyssal blue eyes burning into mine.

Even after I turned on my heel, his gaze seemed to follow me from behind——

Oddly enough, my heart was stirring. // Strangely, my chest felt tight.

The next morning, my steps to the dining hall were lighter than yesterday.

Kate: Good morning.

William: Good morning. ….Your complexion looks better this morning.

Roger: See? She came here all right, didn't she?

Alfons: I suppose I lost the bet.

Kate: O—Oh, you were betting?

Alfons: Indeed. By now I was betting that you would tear the curtains apart and tie them back together and escape through the window.

(They even thought I was escaping…..)

Liam: This morning, Victor's special scones with extra butter! Kate, do you have an appetite?

Kate: Yes! I missed dinner yesterday and I am starving.

Alfons: Fufu, you are surprisingly strong.

(I'm still a little nervous...but I think I can manage.)

When I decided to face their thoughts and feelings this morning, I was able to look into their faces more closely than I had yesterday.

Elbert is staring at Kate as she begins to eat while exchanging words with everyone.

Elbert:…Al, isn’t she beautiful?

Alfons: No, not at all?

Elbert:…I don't think so.

Alfons:…..

Alfons: This is going to be a little...troublesome.

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captain-mj · 5 months

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Hiiiiiii I was wondering if we could get some more of that fic where ghost and soap switch traumatic back stories ? The story has been playing on my mind for ages and I would really like to see more! (:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Jumps straight into Soap drawing a naked Ghost. You've been warned.

Simon stripped slowly in front of him before sitting on Soap's bed.

Johnny swallowed. He was still fully clothed, but it felt weird. Slowly, he peeled off his gloves and grabbed his art supplies. "Sit naturally. No need for ya to pose."

Ghost sat back, in just his boxers. He adjusted until he felt comfortable. "Could you live out my scars? I know they're probably not the most attractive."

Soap felt his heart squeeze. He'd never undress in front of Ghost. That was decided immediately.

"Alright. Any other adjustments? Want me to make you skinnier and your tits bigger?"

Ghost smiled at him. "I love how witty you are."

Soap quickly looked at his paper. He started to sketch the proportions and basic shapes of him. His eyes kept glancing up to scan over him and then guide his hand where it needed to go.

Slowly, he found himself lost in the artwork. It wasn't as realistic as he used to be able to do. Something a little off in the proportions. Time passed by and his alarm went off, indicating it was now 7 am sharp. He blinked, realizing they had stayed there for about two hours.

Ghost's eyes had slid shut and there was something restful about him. However, the moment the pencil stopped scratching at the paper, his eyes opened again. He looked at Soap with a smile. Dimples showing. "Can I see?"

"No." Soap closed his notebook. "Get dressed. You're on duty now."

"Yes, sir." Ghost got up and got dressed. "If you want to do this again though, I'd love to." He walked out of Soap's room and directly into Gaz.

Gaz stared at him and Ghost went from the confident, sweet guy he was around Soap to the regular Sergeant he was around Gaz. Soap wondered at times on which one was the real Simon. Maybe neither were. He didn't like that idea, deciding that the Simon he got behind closed doors was the real one.

Ghost turned bright red. "Sergeant Garrick!" He almost saluted before quickly putting his hand behind down.

Gaz look at Soap. "You fucked him??"

Soap stomped past them both. "Enough, Gaz. I'm going to go eat."

Soap knew exactly what Price wanted to talk to him about. He just didn't want to talk to him.

Price looked concerned. "What made you change your mind?"

"There was no fraternization, sir."

"Really? He was leaving your room with his shirt inside out."

"I was drawing him." Price paused and stared at him, a clear indication for him to continue. "I was... drawing Ghost. We were hanging out, like we do most mornings, completely platonically, and I got the urge to draw. He posed. That's all."

Price softened. "Alright."

"What? That easy?"

"Yeah. I just wanted to check in. I'm glad you two are friends. You deserve someone simple, just nice to you."

Soap nodded, tugging at his mask. He wanted to tell Price he was wrong. Ghost was a lot more complicated than he let on.

Price smiled. "MacTavish. We have a sniper mission. You and Ghost will be going."

Soap nodded. "Understood, sir."

Price dismissed him and Soap gathered Ghost up. Ghost was the sniper and he was lookout.

Simon turned off the moment he was on scope, eyes sharpening to look for everything. He stayed laying down.

Johnny wanted to draw him again.

"We going to talk about it?"

"What?"

"We kissed."

Soap grunted. "So?"

"Did it mean anything?"

"What are we? School girls?"

Simon looked at him for a moment, frowning. He looked a bit hurt but he turned back to his gun. "Sorry, sir."

Johnny watched him. "Dating me... it isn't a good idea for you."

"I know."

Johnny winced, almost instinctively snapping at him before realizing just how hypocritical it could be. "If you met me before..."

"Don't." Simon said softly. "Just... please. I can handle rejection. I can tell myself you just don't see me that way. That becomes a lot harder when if you tell me maybe another life. Another time. Please, just... reject me and move on."

Johnny wanted to take off his mask. Wanted to kiss Simon again. Feel those plush lips.

As if his mind knew happiness was in his grasp, he remembered the last time he trusted someone. The last time someone kissed him. Skull makeup staring at him.

It was for the best. He didn't want to taint Simon.

A bang.

One bullet.

Simon sat up, taking apart his sniper rifle. "Target down, sir. Mission complete."

"Good job, Sergeant."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #cod #soapghost #ghoap

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sugarwithtea · 1 year

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moonlight sonata | myg [teaser]

pairing : pianist!yoongi x fem!reader

rating/genre : m (18+) // angst, smut, fluff, enemies to lovers

summary : Passion is a fickle thing. It is a feeling that drives you to success, but if lost -- you can turn as stagnant as a pond. Min Yoongi has always took pride in his passion, his skill, his art. But what happens when slowly the flame dies inside him? He returns back home, to the place where he had started to love music. But, you are there. The bane of his existence. You hate him like a sweltering flame, bigger than his passion for music. And you, are not so thrilled with the news of his return. What happens when you both inevitably cross paths and start a saga of hate and love?

word count : 978 [teaser] // TBD for the full fic (15k+)

warnings : for the teaser - none // full fic - explicit smut, use of drugs, alcoholism, mental health issues (not glorified) (all of them will be mentioned explicitly in the final piece)

note 1 : this fic is a part of the composition of the century collab hosted by @joheunsaram @raplinesmoon and @kithtaehyung !!

note 2 : this idea has been in my drafts for so long, I'm glad I'm getting the chance to finally put it out !! i hope i am able to do as well as i expected! HAPPY YOONGI DAY !! also, big thanks to @oddinary4bts and @moccahobi for helping me with this one and saving my ass !!

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Yoongi is falling relentlessly.

He is also failing, relentlessly.

His hands slide down the keys making a sharp ping sound. They then rest on his lap, as his head hangs low and eyes burn with the tears that well up in them.

The moonlight spills into the empty auditorium as if to mock him of his upcoming days, if he goes on like this. An empty auditorium, no audience, no one who will listen to him.

He toys with the fake red ruby encrusted on the edge of the fall board, before he stands up abruptly from his seat, slings his bag over his shoulder and leaves.

He has been doing this for weeks.

He doesn't know how he got here. Not in the auditorium, that was with his Palisade parked snugly in the lot. No, it's not that. He doesn't know how he got to the point where he feels like a college student, struggling to write a composition and bleeding his tips by playing the keys for endless hours, and still not excelling or performing impressively.

It was not always like this, of course. The past five years have brought him nothing but success. He vividly remembers the first time he tapped the heels of his Chelsea boots against the sleek marble of the Juilliard and a swarm of admirers, fans, professors gathered around him.

The renowned school of music had invited him as a guest lecturer. Yoongi, a mere boy of 22, fresh out of the same school with a show stopping performance at Carnegie Hall, which was attracting the ears and eyes of people all around the world. He had clammy hands and a flushed neck as he practiced in front of his mirror in his small Brooklyn apartment.

That day, he gained a massive applause and a similarly huge following of budding musicians who looked up to him. He felt uncomfortable, out of place. As if it was not his place to gain the trust of these students, not his place to lead them when he himself didn't know where he was going, not his place to steer them in a direction when he himself looked in the eyes of his favorite professor, Mr. Castillo, to calm his nerves down. But still, he was able to do that.

And now, years later, he sees a dark fog sit upon his mind as he relentlessly tries to navigate through it.

He once thought of what he would do when he got so old that his fingers trembled when they touched the keys, when his back would hunch so he couldn't sit on the seat, when his face would be ridden with wrinkles. He came to the conclusion that at least he would still be able to write music and guide others.

Alas, he now sees himself nowhere near that Yoongi. The Yoongi he sees now is lost, unwanted, with no traces of passion and no will to move forward. He is like stagnant water, dirt and germs piling up on him. His melody is playing the same note again and again, with no chords supporting it, no tempo giving it rhythm; it sounds like a mess.

He is stuck in a happenstance – at least that's what he likes to think. Because his inner turmoil is still not bigger than his ego, and even though he is getting there, it is hard for him to swallow the thought that this is all because of him. He is not ready to accept that this is a domino effect, how one thing led to another, and now here he is.

After all these years, his brain is wired to think he can't do anything wrong. Although that is going haywire, as after years of working on himself and his self derogatory mindset, he is there again. He knows it's because of him, he just isn't ready to accept it.

Because accepting it will put him into a spiral, a dangerous spiral which will suck him in – like the eddy currents of a whirlpool, giving him no chance to escape. He knows he is weak, that's why he doesn't tread on the edge of the ledge, that's why he doesn't let things affect him. But it's high time now.

The emptiness of the auditorium has irked him, mocked him, laughed at him, made his blood boil. His fingers grip the steering wheel tighter as he changes lanes on his way home. An empty home – as empty as the auditorium.

His passion is dying, faster than the flame of a candle on a windy night. And that is concerning. Because Min Yoongi has a steadfast personality, a strong will, and a mindset to never give up. Then why is it that whenever he sits in front of the keys, his fingers refuse to move? Why is it that whenever he thinks of a melody, his fingers refuse to reciprocate it?

There was a period in his life, a few months, when he thought he was on the top of the world. The fall of a musician, and the rise of a celebrity. He didn't know the pianist in him would sleep so soundly when he embraced his public persona. Didn't know that the musician would starve when he fed his fame.

But now he knows what he needs. He needs to get back to the ground, touch his feet on the earth that gave him the platform in the first place. The place where everything started. The place where he dreamt his dream, the place where he found his first friend – a brown piano. The place which will never turn him away.

Home. His safe place. Back to his people, to the ones who never let him feel like he was a failure.

Min Yoongi is returning to Korea and there is nothing left that could change his mind.

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Love Planted a Rose 🌹

~ Dark ~

• Artwork by The Drawables •

Full Art Cover and Story Description, Here.

OCXCanon. 🔪 Azusa & Christine’s Story. 🌹

Fan Fiction Written by Me.

Fandom: Diabolik Lovers.

- Thursday Night -

Ruki gave Christine an hour break. She took a few snacks from the kitchen, then went to her room to grab her journal quickly and headed outside to the Rose Garden. She doesn't write in her journal every day, only when she is lost in her thoughts and needs to get her feelings out. Once she arrived at the rose garden, she felt a bit relaxed. She needed the summer night fresh air. Christine always prefers the outdoors, especially in the summer. Being surrounded by nature, looking at the beautiful stars and the scent of the roses from the garden calms her.

She sat down on the grass and took out her journal, a blue pen, and a small book lamp from her bag. She began to write.

Dear Journal:

I made it to Japan. That was such a long flight from the United States. It's been six days since I've been staying with the Mukami brothers. Turns out all four of them are VAMPIRES! This was supposed to be a good opportunity for me, but it ended up being my nightmares becoming a reality. I stopped having those nightmares when I arrived in Japan. One of the brothers is Lavender Eyes. Azusa. That's his name. I don't understand him at all and he's the one I'm afraid of the most since he doesn't leave me alone. After Monday night, I've been avoiding him. He's dangerous, he cut me with rose thorns, he burned my mouth with all the spice that he put in that sandwich he made me try because he wanted me to feel pain, and on top of that he drank my blood whenever he pleased. Thankfully, I have managed to avoid him these days. Tonight when we were all at the kitchen table I didn't make eye contact with him and I didn't talk to him either. Though I have felt his gaze on me the entire time. But I'm glad he hasn't come looking for me these few days. I hope he gets that I'm not interested in him and his brothers. Tomorrow night, I'm gonna meet six more vampires. I still haven't come up with a good plan to escape, and my cell phone signal is still not working, I haven't been able to call my parents. Both of them must be worried sick not knowing anything from me at all since Friday. The last time I talked to them was when I arrived at the airport to let them know that I made it safe. I feel so lonely and homesick, and I miss my family so much. I've never been away from them. I've been lucky so far that the other brothers haven't sucked my blood, and I hope they never do. I feel hopeless and scared for my life.

- Christine hears footsteps -

Azusa: “Christine-san… I found you…”

Christine: “How did you know I was here?”

Azusa: “I can find you… anywhere easily… because of your scent…”

Christine: “Oh…”

(I forgot vampires have a strong sense of smell…)

- Azusa sits next to her -

Azusa: “You look sad… Christine-san…”

He cups her cheek.

“You can hit me… it will make you… feel better…”

She removes his hand from her cheek and stands up.

Christine: “Azusa, don't start with this… I'm leaving now…”

Azusa: “Wait…! I just want to be useful… to you… Ruki didn’t let me… see you these few days… I was getting anxious… because I wanted… to spend time with you…”

Christine: (No wonder he didn’t come looking for me these past two days…)

“Well, hitting you is not gonna make me feel better.”

(Why he is looking at me with sad eyes? And why am I feeling bad for him?…)

“Azusa, I remember on Monday you told me in the kitchen that you want to get to know me. Why don't we talk for a bit?”

Azusa: “Yes… I would love that…”

She sat back down.

Christine: (… I don't know what to say to him. So I'll just ask him a random question…)

“Are you enjoying your summer break so far?”

Azusa: “I don't like… the heat weather… so I spend most of my time… in my bedroom…”

Christine: “I love summer, it's my favorite season. You get to do so many fun things. Do you have any fun hobbies you like to do, Azusa?”

He smiles.

Azusa: “Yes… I would like to... show you...”

He stands up.

Christine: “Show me what?“

Azusa: “My precious treasure...”

He Extends his hand.

“Come with me... please...?”

Christine: … …

She hesitates.

Christine: (I don't want to go anywhere with him, but I know very well he won't accept a no for an answer, and I need to survive, so I have no choice but to obey…)

“Ok, Azusa. I'll go with you.”

She takes his hand and stands up.

Azusa smiles brightly, and he leads her to his room.

*TimeSkip*

Azusa: “This is my Bedroom… and over here is my treasure...”

He shows her the shelf near his bed with all his knife collection.

Christine: (Wow! His collection looks nice and well-organized…)

“You have a nice collection, I like it. Especially the ones with the jewels on them. When did you started collecting knives?”

Azusa: “A very… long time ago… polishing them… is my favorite hobby… I’m happy that you like them…”

Christine: “I do, and I like that you have them nicely organized… Anyway, thank you for showing me your collection, I'll take my leave now.”

Azusa: “Eh...? Already...? Why…?”

Christine: “Well you did say you were just showing me your collection and I saw it. So… there’s no other reason for me to be here and my break is over so I have to get back to work.”

Azusa: “I see...”

... ...

“Say, Christine do you... hate me...?”

Christine: “Huh? No… I don’t hate you, why do you think that?”

Azusa: “You keep... avoiding me… and trying to push me away... Is it... because… I'm a vampire...?”

Christine: (So he did notice…)

“I don't hate you. I am sorry if it came off like that. But I do admit, I am afraid of you...”

He moves closer to her.

Azusa: “There is no reason… to be afraid… of me… … Rose-san... I just want…to spend time with you…”

Christine: “Rose? Why are you calling me, “Rose”? When my name is Christine.”

He runs his fingers through her hair and strokes it. While caressing her arm with his other hand.

Azusa: “Your scent… is so good… like roses from the garden… and your skin… is so soft… like rose petals… you remind me of a beautiful red rose… The name suits you…”

She blushes.

Christine: “I do wear a rose perfume every day. I have to admit, I like the nickname...”

He smiles.

Azusa: “So nice... my own... little rose... I want you… near me… even if you end up… hating me… I will still want you… by my side…”

He Inhales the scent of her hair.

“Haah... Rose…”

He pulls out a knife from his pocket.

“Here… Cut me…”

Christine: “What!? I would not do that.”

He caresses her chin.

Azusa: “Please… Rose… I beg you… cut me with this knife… I want you to give me pain… and to mess me up...”

Christine: “A-Azusa… I can't, please don't ask me this again. I don't want to hurt you.”

He forces her to hold the knife.

Christine: “No! I don’t want to do this. Why do you want to feel pain?”

Azusa: “Because… physical pain allows me… to forget… the emotional ones…”

Christine: (Her heart aches at his words…)

“Azusa… there are other ways to help with emotional pain, I can help you...”

Azusa: “You can help me like this…”

He forced her hand to hold the knife tight and stabbed his arm.

“Haah…”

Christine: “Oh my gosh, Azusa! Are you okay!?”

(He’s lost in thought looking at his cut. Oh my goodness! Exactly like the nightmares I had before I came here! Her heart starts racing!!..)

Azusa: “Fufu… It’s lovely… this new wound… Justin is happy, he has a new friend… fufu... I may have to find… a name for it…”

Christine: “You are bleeding a lot! I'm gonna go get one of your brothers for help.”

She turned around and started walking towards the door but Azusa appeared in front of her. He lifted her up and pinned her down on his bed. Staring at her brown eyes.

Azusa: “Rose… please… Don't leave me alone… my arm will be fine…”

Christine: (A faint blush appeared on his cheeks, I can hear my heart beating. I can't stop staring back at him…)

Azusa: “Rose… can I suck your blood…?”

- Christine caressed his cheek -

Azusa: “Eh…?”

Christine: “I'm sorry…”

Removing her hand.

- Azusa grabbed her hand and placed it back on his cheek -

Azusa: “Nobody has ever… touched my cheek like this… It feels nice… please touch me more…”

Christine: “Really…?”

He nods.

Azusa: “Rose… I have become… addicted to you… so much… that sometimes… I don't know what to do with myself…”

Christine: “B-But… you just met me.”

Azusa: “It doesn't matter…”

- Azusa bites her wrist -

Christine felt the flick of pain. But this time she doesn't try to push him away. She averts her gaze, moving her head to the side.

*Slurp*

Azusa: “Haah… Look at me… Rose…”

He caressed her cheek.

“I want you to watch me… sucking your delicious blood…”

- He sinks his fangs deeper into her wrist again and doesn't take his eyes off hers -

She gasp.

*Gulp, Gulp*

Azusa: “Aah… your blood gives me comfort… it’s very sweet and warm… I'm enjoying the rosy color… that appeared on your cheeks… and… that dreamy look of yours…”

Christine: (I don't know what to say! I should push him away but I'm starting to feel lightheaded…)

He smells her neck.

“Your scent of roses…mixed with your blood scent… makes me go wild. Rose… I can't think straight…”

- He bites her neck -

*Slurp, Slurp*

*TimeSkip*

- Azusa is staring at her, blood dripping from his mouth -

• A commission artwork by @yuma-mukami-garden-god •

Azusa: (Rose-san fainted on me, I got carried away drinking too much of her delicious blood. I should take her back to her room. Tomorrow she's going with Ruki to the Sakamaki's mansion. Ruki will get upset if she happens to be in bad shape. If I'm lucky, I'll get a punch out of him. But I can't stop staring at her, it truly feels like she hypnotized me. I've never felt this way for anyone, right now I wanted to engrave every detail of her features, she was so beautiful, her face was flawless, her rose-colored cheeks were adorable and her rosy pink lips were shaped perfectly. A true rose and I want this rose to be only mine. Even if she hates me…)

“Rose-san… you and I… will be spending… lots of time together… I want you… by my side… and I want us to inflict lots of pain on each other…”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead.

— TO BE CONTINUED —

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~ Picrew ~

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cirrus-ghoulette · 1 year

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The Confessional

Rating: General audiences

Word count: 1,367

Summary: Papa Copia decided to sit in the confessional booth for an evening, and he was glad that he did.

Copia had been sitting in the confessional booth all night, mostly because he had nothing better to do. It had been quiet for hours at this point and he was about ready to leave, when the curtain on the other side opened.

There was a small amount of shuffling and quiet contemplation, before the person on the other side proceeded.

"Um... I don't really have any sins to confess, but I just need to- to talk to someone. About this. I don't know where else to turn and I thought, well... Maybe you'd be able to offer a listening ear. Help me out."

Copia paused, then nodded. "Go on. I will help however I can."

"Papa…?" The soft voice asked.

"Eh…" The nasally voice answered. "No?"

"Why are you doing confessionals?" They asked. "I thought this was the boring work for the bishops and cardinals."

"Sometimes I like to relive my cardinal and bishop days, is that so bad?" Copia chuckled. "And this is the best place to receive the juicy gossip. If it makes you more comfortable, please think of me as Cardinale, rather than Papa."

"Alright." The voice sighed. Then, they went quiet for a long while, trying to work through how they were going to proceed.

Eventually, they decided on the wording. "I'm just... It's... It's weird how, like, it... Feels like I'm wearing clothes that are too tight, but the clothes are my skin, and there's just this- feeling. I don't even know how to describe it. I'm just filled with… With dread. At all times. It's fucking horrible." They paused. "Sorry. Am I allowed to swear in here?"

"Eh… Yes, but you can do an Our Father if it makes you feel more at ease." Copia said, shifting on the creaky wooden pew. "Would you like me to lead you?" The person on the other side nodded, he could see the light moving through the wooden slats of the booth, but they didn't say anything. "Okie dokie. Our Father, who art in Hell…"

"Unhallowed be Thy name." They continued. "Cursed be the sons and daughters."

"Of Thine nemesis who art to blame." Copia listed off, like he had done the past thousand times. He gently rubbed over the grucifix on his chest with his thumb as he spoke. "Thy kingdom come."

"Nema." They both breathed.

The sibling of sin seemed more comfortable after that. They sighed, played with the hem of their headdress nervously. "I just don't know what's going on."

"How long has it been like this? The- The skin-tight feeling." Copia was still rubbing his thumb over the cross on his chest absentmindedly. "Is it new, this feeling, or…?"

"No." The sibling almost snorted. "Sathanas, no. This has been going on for yeeeears."

"I see." Copia said softly. There was the sound of wood slotting against wood, and a gap appeared under the rattan window. A moment later, a gloved hand appeared on the small wooden rest that was there. "Now, this is not what this gap is used for most days, but we will make it work nonetheless. I would like you to hold my hand, if you would please."

The sibling looked down at the black leather glove. The Satanic pope wanted to hold hands with them. What the fuck. Copia's fingers flexed in the silence, still waiting for the other person to hold his hand.

Eventually, the sibling took hold of his hand. The leather of his glove was smooth and supple, like it had just been conditioned. They couldn't feel the warmth of his hand through the barrier of the glove, but they just *knew* he was warm. They could even see a small patch of his bare skin between the end of the glove's cuff and the beginning of his robe's cuff. Copia squeezed their hand, just gently.

"My child." He began. He took a deep breath in, then sighed it out. "I hope you do not mind me saying this." He looked down at their joined hands. He could see a peek of the sleeve of a habit. "But, ehhh… I see a lot of you, in my younger self." He ran his thumb over their knuckles in what he hoped was a soothing gesture. "With the feeling of the strange fitting clothes, but the clothes are your skin."

"Yeah?" The sibling answered glumly. "And how did you stop that… That feeling?"

"Well, ah. It took a while. Years, actually." Copia let out a soft laugh, then stopped almost instantly. "What I tell you next must never be repeated outside of this confessional." He gave their hand a harder squeeze in warning. "If I catch a whisper of what I confess outside of this booth, I will send you to the Pit."

"Yep. Noted." They squeaked.

"Good." Copia hummed. He spent a long moment petting their knuckles with his thumb, before continuing. "The first thing I did was change my clothing from a habit to a cassock. When I joined, I was only a Sister myself, you know." He laughed softly. "I had to work up. I became a priest, then a deacon, bishop, cardinale… But that is beside the point, sibling. I changed my clothes and cut my hair short. I drew on facial hair at first, because I could not grow my own. Papa Terzo teased me mercilessly about it… Before helping me draw it better."

He cleared his throat, then continued. "I bought, eh… Medications, off the street, as I could not afford a proper prescription on my wage back then. Not- not drugs, fratello, before you think that, please do not buy the drugs off the street, we have our own supply in the ministry. Ehhh… Testosterone, is, is what I took. I reused needles, which you should never do, but I was young and stupid and desperate."

"Oh." Was all the sibling said.

"I took a holiday, as a bishop. The last holiday I have ever taken, now that I think of it." Copia frowned. "I went to, ah, Turkey. And had my chest altered. It was the cheapest place to have it done." He shrugged. "All that I could afford."

"Papa…" The sibling mumbled.

"I am sorry for ranting at you, fratello. I believe this has turned into a confessional for me, rather than for you, huh?" He laughed. "None of the ghouls know. Not even the ones that tour with me. None of the siblings know, none of the cardinals or bishops know. Just you and I and Sister Imperator. She never was too approving. So I beg of you, please do not spread this around."

"I promise, Pa- Cardinal. Cardinal." The sibling cleared their throat.

"What I am trying to say, fratello, is that you and I are not so different, I think." Copia broached. "If you are catching my drift, uh?"

"Yeah, I… I think I am. Yeah." They said, thinking over everything that Copia had said. "What do I do?"

"Well, there are many routes to your final destination." He said, his thumb still working over their knuckles. "Hormones, no hormones. Surgery, no surgery. Binding, packing, eh, all that." He shrugged, the movement barely visible in the low light. "You are not alone in the Ministry with this aspect, brother. In fact, there are many of us. More than you would think."

"I don't know where to start." They said, their hand almost trembling in Copia's. "What to do. Like you said, many routes."

"I will tell you what." Copia finally withdrew his hand. A moment later, it reappeared, a business card held between his index finger and middle finger. "My office is open for walk-ins every Wednesday and Friday evening. Please, visit. We will discuss your options in complete privacy."

The sibling took the card and carefully tucked it into their habit, lightly patting over where it sat. "Thank you, Cardinal. Thank you. I'll visit you on… On Wednesday."

"I look forward to your visit, Fratello Amato." The man said lightly, reclining in his seat as the sibling walked out of the booth.

Only once the sibling was halfway back to their room, they realised.

How the Hell did Copia know their name?

#ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus #headcanons #my works #headcanon #Oc #Cardinal copia #ghost fanfiction #Trans copia #Bun writes fics

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For @choicesfandomappreciation's Countdown to 2024.

There are so many talented artists in this fandom. I could never pick only four. I am seriously in awe of all of you and your talents. You truly make this fandom a more beautiful place. We are lucky to have you all.

In no particular order

💛 @hydn-jpg: I absolutely adore you and your talent. I can't thank you enough for the beautiful creations you've made for me. I just adore your style. I'm glad you are doing better. I've loved seeing your art on my dash again. Thank you for sharing all of your beautiful visions with us.

💛 @cashweasel: What can I say?! I absolutely adore you and your art. You've created some of my favorite Mal pieces and you gifted the world Valen. How can we ever thank you enough for that?! Valen is everything, but I adore Gideon too!

💛 @oh-so-youre-a-nerd: I've only been following you for a few months but ohmygosh you are so freaking talented. Like how?!!! I absolutely adore seeing your art on my dash, no matter the subject matter, each piece is just stunning. Your use of light is unlike anything I've seen. You are amazing.

💛 @artbyalz: Your art is so much fun! I LOVED your 12 days of Christmas art series. You gifted the fandom so many beautiful and unique pieces. I absolutely adore all you've created, and ohmygosh how can I even thank you for this gift you've given me?!!!

💛 @cassie-thorne: GAH your art!!! The recent art with Astrid is still living rent free in my head. She is so gorgeous! I truly admire and adore all of your work, though I'm a little biased toward your CoP art! I can't wait for the next book to see how you tackle all the new content we get!

💛 @baldwinboy5ive: I've absolutely enjoyed all of your art and memes from Blades. They were simply fantastic. Your work always puts a smile on my face!

💛 @fairymatchmaker : JOY!!! You are just so so lovely and amazing, and your art is brilliant. I know you haven't been able to draw as much as you'd like to have recently, but please know we are here waiting patiently for when you can. Your art is just brilliant.

💛 @violentinecrl: I am still absolutely in love with this gorgeous gift you made for me. I never expected anything like this and genuinely treasure it. It lives rent free in my head always.

💛 @callmebeem: I only discovered your art this year, but I am so in love with it. I love the 3 commissions you've made for me so far (even if I'm still holding on to one of them) but I absolutely treasure each and know I will be back for more soon! Thank you for them!

💛 @rosefuckinggenius: what can I say about you and your art besides you actually are a fucking genius. Your talent is amazing and I'm grateful for all the times we've worked together!

💛 @bayleedraws-sometimesx: you are an absolute delight! You are a sweetheart who creates such lovely art for the fandom. I love your minimalist style. You bring so much love to your work and it shows.

💛 @erixafleur: I've loved seeing all your gorgeous Blades art throughout book two. I can't wait to see more. Your style is lovely whether it's fully rendered or the sketchy style.

💛 @sazanes : Your art is so beautiful! I love seeing all the gorgeous stuff you create for the various appreciation weeks. I truly look forward to seeing all your works. You can see your care for each piece in every stroke.

💛 @twinkleallnight: you write, you do art, what don't you do? Thank you for sharing all of your many talents with the Choices fandom

💛 @mydemonsdrivealimo: Jensen is an amazing character and your OH art is so lovely. Thank you for the Valentine's doodles you made for my Bryce and Olivia. I truly treasure it!

💛 @gaiuskamilah / @talasintahan: your art is simply brilliant. I haven't been following you long, but I'm loving seeing all your gorgeous work.

💛 @weetlebeetle: You're technically not in our fandom, but you've created so many amazing pieces for me and so many others, you might as well be. Thank you for sharing your talent with us! We are so lucky to have you

💛 @hashiedraws (I know you're no longer active in the fandom, but I will always adore and treasure your art!

There are so so many amazing artists in this fandom, just mentioning a few more:

@somewillwin , @garlickk , @myautumnrose , @rainesenator , @ellezelindraws, @totojo2 , @choices-ceri , @crowlion ; @gremmiie ; @cpt-indigo , @mavidraws , @javsarts

This list is by no means exhaustive, please know that it was not intentional if you were left off!

#choices fandom appreciation #choices countdown to 2024 #choices #playchoices #choices fandom #artists of tumblr

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I really wanna talk about Blue Beetle and why it's so important to me. SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!

Ever since this movie was announced, I was excited because I have familiarized myself with the character of Jaime Reyes for over a decade now. My sister introduced to me to the character when we had our late night Young Justice marathons during a vacation in Mexico back in 2013. Eventually, we got to season 2, where Jaime was introduced. I remember when he would speak Spanish, I would say "Hey he speaks Spanish like us!" And sometimes my non-English speaking cousins would join us watching the show, and when he spoke Spanish, they were able to understand him. As time went on I kinda forgot about DC for a while since I was gaining other interests until Young Justice came back for its 3rd and 4th seasons(This is also your subtle sign that if you haven't watched Young Justice you should do that). Naturally, Jaime is still one of my favorite characters in the show. While I was still in my Young Justice hyperfixation, It was announced that a Blue Beetle movie was happening and even had some concept art shown. Me being the superhero loving Mexican nerd that I am, I was already hyped, and we hadn't even gotten a trailer yet. Then, on April 3rd of this year, the first trailer came out, and I was so excited. DC has been one of my special interests since literally as long as I can remember no joke one of the first shows I ever remember seeing was the original Teen Titans and so combine one of my special interests with one of the most important parts of my identity(my ethnicity) and an excuse to go to the movies? I was stoked. And so I finally saw it a couple of days ago, and I LOVED it. From the family dynamic to the music choices(La Chona in the beginning where Rudy was introduced was the most Mexican introduction ever and I love it.) and even a few references to Mexican culture I didn't expect, Blue Beetle was everything to me. Finally a movie centered around a Mexican family that wasn't afraid to go into topics like immigration and straight up racism towards Mexicans and those topics not taking up the whole story while also not stereotyping any of these characters and treating them like real people. These guys did their research, and it showed. During the part where Jaime comes back to Earth and starts saying something in Spanish, he's saying a prayer. I used to say that particular prayer a lot back when I was a kid, which is a good thing they added that in there because it makes relatable to someone like me. I really wanna make note of one of my favorite scenes from the movie. So after Jaime gets the Scarab and it attaches itself to him, he tries to find a way to get it off him. Once they go to Ted Kords' hidden lab and find out he can't get rid of it safely, he angerly walks out. His uncle Rudy follows him up to the roof. Rudy asks if Jaimes ok and Jaime apologizes for yelling at Rudy. Rudy then starts giving a really good talk about the family and how resilient they are. Then he says this. "I mean, look at your old man. He brought me here from Sonora....when I was 10." No joke, just ask @alextric-overload(Hey dude 😁) and my other friends who came with me, I legitimately gasped in that theater. Why? Because that's where my family is from. Never before did I ever imagine Sonora would even be mentioned in any media let alone a big screen superhero movie but I am so glad it was and I've said it before and I'll say it again: Never in my life have I felt so seen and so represented. The moment those credits rolled, I legit said word for word, "This! This is how you do representation. MORE. OF. THIS. PLEASE." This is why representation is so important because if we continue to make movies like this, more people like me can see themselves in media and feel the way I did. REPRESENTATION MATTERS! So please go support this movie if you haven't already, it's so worth it!

#blue beetle #blue beetle spoilers #dc #teen titans #young justice #jaime reyes

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heya again <3

so...i got some more giftless grandkids thoughts here, written in bullet points because my brain just kept going AHAHHAHA

I’m currently listening to the vocal mashup of the grandkids of waiting on a miracle while im going through the giftless grandkids tag as im taking a break from other aus, it’s very fun and sets the mood somehow AHHAHHA

I’m really glad they have each other and are thriving even without their gifts, and they likely already got used to not having gifts and wouldn’t care, and that’s so real of them

The mashup is making me think of some things tho, ngl AHHAHAH

But anyway, yes, I currently have many thoughts

Was thinking about the reasons for why Casita would crack and fall, considering the kids are close with each other here and the adults (minus Alma oof) are all there supporting them, Bruno included since he never went to the walls

And as I read some of your posts and think about it more, it makes sense

There are several main things that would make Casita crack here—aka the family themselves cracking—would be:

Ofc, there’s still Alma’s pressure on the triplets and her confusion and unintentional hurt towards the grandkids

Most likely how Julieta is hiding the big secret on why they didn’t get their gifts and also their doorknobs

Another is how Pepa and Bruno are also hiding the vision tablet from everyone but specifically Julieta

Still trying to think of other reasons, but those are the main ones, I think

In canon, Bruno had been patching up the cracks, which definitely helped Casita stay up longer, but he never went to the walls here, so how would Casita and the family last until a little after Antonio’s ceremony (assuming we’re still going with something similar to canon timeline)?

Here is where the kids’ good relationships come in, their love and care are helping hold things together, even without Bruno repairing the cracks

The process of Casita cracking would be slower here compared to canon

So what happens when the kids—the main reasons for Casita still being able stand—are faced with the revelation that they could have gotten their gifts back then? Could have possibly avoided a lot of heartache and ridicule and disappointment from the people around them? And the reason they didn’t are because of the adults? Because of Julieta?

They hyperfocus on the bad parts, overshadowing the good parts because its an intense and shocking moment and revelation for them, I think

In the moment of the revelation, that’s likely going to upset them, maybe even break them a little, because why? Why did they—?

Of course, they’ll later have the full realization that they grew up happier without the gifts, but again, that’s later

Also, pretty sure they focus more on the fact that it seemed like the adults they trusted lied and deceived them in a sense, almost like a betrayal (except ofc its not)

This, too, would connect to how Julieta says in that one giftless grandkids art of yours, “I didn’t want to hurt them—to hurt anyone.”

And then, with the love faltering for a moment, that’s how Casita falls apart

Also, why am I imagining the kids finding the vision tablet that Pepa and Bruno are likely hiding, making them realize what Julieta is hiding, which then starts the realizations, arguments, and full-on cracking of Casita?

This would then parallel canon with Bruno’s vision too

This means we get to see all the kids trying to figure things out together too

After everything, I can really see Julieta and the rest of the adults gifting the kids their doorknobs again as a surprise—which they will later use to get their gifts too AHAHHAHA YEAHHH

Anywho, ye, just some thoughts I have hehe <33

Literally listened to that bop today so real 😭😭

ANYWAY. Y'all might not now, but Mic here as been helping me in world building for this au 🤭🤭 its gonna be one of the next fics I do, since Mamabel and Werewolf are finished (will be updating today after I finish Mama Isa. And if my wifi will let me <\\\3)

ANYWAY THESE IDEAS?? ARE SO RAD...Triplets being in the spotlight because the grandkids have no gifts, its so sad. But honestly, Alma is just pushing them because she needs to prove that the miracle is ok. Implying that the kids did something. Subtle, but whatever.

Also, the kids are like Mirabel in canon, constantly trying to prove themselves and helping out around town. Meanwhile there's a certain group of villagera who don't even like them. Not all the villagers, but definitely a good chunk. There may or may not be a rather crude mural somewhere in town out of the way. But there :(

But anyway. The kids do have hobbies relating to their gifts! The husbands, feeling guilty, gave the kids presents, gifts to give them something to do since Alma couldn't "assign" them anything (which they were grateful for).

Isabela got some gardening gloves and tools, and is really into gardening and farming, and is always tending to her garden or helping out with the farmers in town. She also tends to all the plants in Casita. Dolores loves to play music, and after Félix gave her first guitar, she was hooked. She has tons of instruments, and actually taught Mirabel to play the accordion; she helps with entertainment, like Camilo. Agustín got Luisa some dumb bells, she actually asked for them. She wanted to strong and still help out, and regulating exercises and mostly helps out with packing and loading or at the quarry.

Camilo was give some costumes and puppies, and he's been into performances and theater since. He also performs for the kids, and plays alongside Dolores often. Mirabel was given new sewing stuff. Instead of Alma teaching her most of what she knew, Agustín helped her, since he knew some, and she kept the fashion and crafts hobby up. She helps repair things around town, and does the occasional clothing repair. Antonio still is finding his hobby, but the grandkids know he really loves animals. They actually suggested Félix get him a pet. So what does he get him? A parrot. Antonio loves that parrot like no other, and he's always around him, trailing behind Luisa.

DESIGNS 🌚🙏🙏 I'll post the family tree later, and maybe draw the triplets because their designs changed but me and Mic are still working in them. But the kids❗❗ Their clothes are very plain and dull, because the seamstress refused to make their clothes any fun. Even Mirabel can only embroider so much, and she rarely has time to do so cause she's so busy helping. But there's some subtle designs <33

Julieta really did and does mean well in this au, but drastic actions really do cause drastic results in some cases. Her pull those doorknobs was definitely drastic. While the kids are happier and aren't nearly as pressured, they feel inadequate, and like something is missing :(( And then there's vision tablet (that's like over 40 years old 💀), but that's a whole other can of worms.

ANYWAY. AO3 HOPEFULLY LATER MY WIFI IS :((( Also I'll be posting the finished storyboards for the WOOM animatic I'm working on, and then I'll also post the rough video put together with it. SHOUTOUT TO @thefourchimes FOR HELPING ME WITH THIS SHE'S SO COOL <333 should tote check out her aus, they're so cool. ψ(｀∇´)ψ

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto Camilo #encanto Luisa #encanto alma #encanto Julieta #encanto bruno #encanto Pepa #giftless grandkids #giftless grandkids au

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