[ 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 ] @guhamun said:
Tomoe is 🐾 Renge
𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 🐾 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞! ➔ Accepting!
“L-Lady Tomoe?”
A single finger made its way to gently tap on the tip of her nose — seemingly done to distract her attention from the phone screen in a rather playful manner. Coming from Tomoe Gozen, the very epitome of an ideal warrior princess && one of the greatest beauties of her era ( seriously, if you think she was not pretty you might as well as be blinded!! ), this came off as somewhat unexpected to her. Who knew she was quite an exuberant one beneath all those cool, majestic exterior that folktale had framed her to be?
Not going to dwell for too long in confusion, Renge cordially took the motion as an open invitation to reply with the exact same gesture. When would it be another good timing to playfully boop the one && only Tomoe Gozen on the nose?
“Heeeeh, are we going on some booping game?” a smirk made its way up to her lips in amusement — her finger made its way to gently nudge on the tip of the warrior’s nose. “It’s my turn, then! Boop!” More than once, even!
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I may have...mentioned a fankid a little while back (u_u*) here's the little squirt themselves, our very own Newt Utonium! The name is short for Newton, as in Isaac, who is often considered the grandfather of science (the professor's idea ofc) but they prefer to go by just Newt!
Just like their mother they came from an egg, which Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup were very excited and curious about! Especially since they were born 5 years old and at the same time, they were looking forward to interacting with a new sibling. And a baby at that! They spent a lot of time with the egg fawning over it, discussing what gender they hoped it would be and what they'd be like once hatched!
And ofc Utonium is just as wonderful a father with Newt as he was when the girls came into his life! 💖💖💖
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Thinking tonight about Caelus, and the nature of his loss and his grief after the Everything that went down in Penacony during 2.0.
Because Acheron, Black Swan, and Misha kind of knew of Firefly, they at least met her, but they didn't like really know her, and Caelus never even got the chance to introduce her to the rest of the Astral Express Crew. The only person who would have talked to her much was Sparkle, who is. Probably not really someone Caelus is interested in grieving with skznmsks
Anyway, all this to say, I like thinking about how alone poor Caelus is in his grief, because he was the only one who knew Firefly. He's the only one really mourning her. There's no one to talk about her with. There's no stories to trade or memories to reminisce with anyone over. It's not as though he knew her for long, but still. No one else knew her at all.
And I love the thought of all of this coming bubbling up, hot and acidic and bitter, during a conversation with Sampo, who Caelus just so happens to run into in the Golden Hour. Poor Sampo is kinda blindsided, he knew shit was going down in Penacony, but yeesh. And he just. Isn't quite sure what to say about it all, because he's never really encountered this before. His feelings about the Masked Fools are...a mixed bag, but he's been a part of them for a very long time, and when you're with a close organization like that, it's hard to feel alone, in grief or otherwise.
So Sampo sits there on their little bench that the two of them have occupied, and he thinks of his old friend April, how she'd died in his arms cackling and spitting her own blood after a heist gone wrong, and how after he'd dragged himself back to the World's End Tavern they'd all held a Fool's Funeral- which is basically just a big party where everyone gets really really drunk and reminisces and toasts the dead and celebrates their life.
He still thinks about her a lot, and he remembers how the time he'd most keenly felt her absence was on Jarilo-VI, the one place where he couldn't talk about her because he couldn't say anything to give himself away as an alien. The Fools still tell stories about her every time he goes back to the Tavern. His first toast of the night is always in her name. Even now, all these years after she'd died, Sampo is still learning new things about her. He's never had to grieve her alone.
Caelus doesn't have any of that.
He might never have that. As they speak, Caelus has no proof that Firefly was even her real name, or if she dreamt with her true appearance. He might not ever find out who she even was.
And just imagining that kind of loneliness hollows out a strange little pit, right behind his sternum, deep between his ribs.
So Sampo claps Caelus' shoulder and offers him a deal. Come find him outside of the dream. He knows a guy who can get them a lot of beer for really cheap-
("Is that guy you and your five finger discounts?" "Whatever do you mean, dear friend, I don't even know the meaning of the phrase, hehee.")
-and they can hole up in a bar or a hotel room or something, and get completely shitcanned. Tell him all about Firefly, tell him everything, and he'll tell Caelus about April and everyone else he's ever lost. Sampo will carry Caelus' memories of Firefly with him, and at least this way, Caelus will be a little less alone in remembering her. And the next time they cross paths, Sampo will be the one to bring her up, and to tell her stories, and Caelus can get to be the one listening. He won't have to be the only person to talk about her anymore.
Caelus rolls his eyes when Sampo avoids another remark about sticky fingers, but...ok, yeah. That sounds good. Nice, even. Thank you. Caelus bumps his shoulder against Sampo's. Sampo bumps back.
(They find each other again the next day, and true to their word, get themselves completely and utterly shitcanned. Caelus talks more than Sampo has ever heard him; every minute detail, every word choice, Firefly's every odd little mannerism and habit. Because Caelus wants to make sure this will outlive him, that even if the Stellaron dwelling within him finally burns him to a crisp and he really does up and kick the bucket, or even, godforbid, if he forgets, he wants to make sure someone remembers her. She deserved that.)
((And it takes quite a while, after that. Caelus doesn't see Sampo again until after everything has settled down. On his last day in Penacony, he finds the guy slinking out of a seedy back alley and all but runs right into him. Sampo happily leads him to some dive bar in an even seedier back alley that Caelus has never even heard of, and Sampo raises his glass. "To Firefly! Who sounds like she probably would have hated me at first, but I would have liked to have met her anyway."
And Caelus stares at him, almost looking startled, long enough that Sampo worries that he's read him wrong and brought this up too soon. He's halfway into planning how to talk himself out of this situation when Caelus finally throws back his head back and laughs, tells him that yeah, Firefly would have politely called him out on every lie he told, and all their conversations would take twice as long with the way Sampo is so full of shit.
And he can see it, the same way he watches and sees through everyone, that Caelus' eyes have a tightness to them, his knuckles are nearly white around the handle of his mug. But he smiles. He hits his glass against Sampo's far too hard and throws it back and gets foam everywhere like he does every time they drink because the guy's about as elegant as a raging bull, but those things don't lessen the genuineness of his smile.
The grief is there, but so is the elation, and those emotions aren't a sliding scale between one or the other. It is all of both and both at once, and that's what contents Sampo enough to throw his own mug back when Caelus makes a toast of his own, "to April!!".))
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ruby & astaroth circa 1350
She calls herself Maud but says she has another name too. Just like you will. She mocks how desperate you are for power and says that it’s in you all along. That what she’s doing is just releasing it. That you’ll be able to bring back your dead sister, that you both will never get sick again. She says she’ll show you a whole new world.
It’s electric and addictive. She owns you in a way. Maybe power shouldn’t feel this much like dependence, but you bare yourself for her. She runs her hand up and down your chest and it’s some missing piece. She grabs your breasts, and you look at her wide-eyed and frozen while she smirks. She tells you to repeat more words. They’re still foreign on your tongue though she always said you pick it up so quickly. You do what she says without thinking. She’s not going to hurt you. She’s going to give you protection. You can be her perfect student.
She moves her hands circularly in, pinching and pulling your nipples hard while you stay still looking at her in the low early morning light and let her. It feels like the rush of euphoria through you when you cast another spell of protection. Your head is fuzzy with the white-hot sensation and focus. She’s your entire world.
She stops. Tells you that you’re not getting any more of either unless you give yourself up to her wholly. You just think it’s sweet that she asks. Why wouldn’t you let her save you? What do you have to lose?
She shoves her hand between your legs and muses on the ways people will give themselves up for a hint of something beyond themselves. Whores will never actually have power. The words make you more pliant for her then in the moment. She could do anything to you. She chooses to make you see stars and gain enough power to not starve. She instructs you to hold your hand above your head and spread your legs wider. It’s so hard to maintain when the intensity of her touch is unlike anything else. But you’re a good student. She can do anything to you.
And she does.
manipulation || political play || drabble(it's short) @spntoxicfemslashevent
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