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yiga-hellhole · 10 months

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Twilight Forest, Twilight King

or better known in my files as, "we are so back dot docx"

i wanted to write ghirahim and zant bonding a bit but i think i went a little overboard. this is full of headcanons and a bit of silliness but i tried to do their characters as much justice as i could!

(mild warning for some language that could come across as ableist, but let it be known that this isn't how *i* think, but what i think would go through ghirahim's head. and he's a jerk so i don't think he'd care about being considerate)

anyway, ghirazant nation, it's been like a full year since the last fic was posted, so allow me to reanimate the tag. 4500 word ish fic under the cut! note that this is the first fanfic i have ever posted publicly so be nice ;; (ao3 mirror HERE!)

The stronghold, captured. A moment of respite befell Ganondorf’s forces, and Ghirahim soon found himself resting in the shade of the Rockface Keep. He sat tucked away in the corner of one of the storage rooms, sanding his sword back to its usual sheen. It was no place for a lieutenant, much less a Lord, but it was a quiet one. None knew their blades as intimately as he, much less considering they were an extension of his own body. Any nick, any speck, any hint of dullness sent nagging, cringing tingles down his spine, urging him to pick and polish in a metallic dermatillomania. Tender fiber cloths, scrutinously chosen to shimmer his blade to perfection, rubbed expensive oils into the meticulously sharpened edges. He stood up, holding his blade up to the light. A small window high up the wall of the storage basted his masterpiece in the last rays of the setting sun. The sharp hilt scattered glittering specks throughout the room, as if cutting through the very light itself. His handiwork was complete, and he was ready to do it all over again the next day.

So caught up in his work, he almost hadn’t noticed the menacing presence in the doorway behind him. “Demon Lord,” said the figure behind him, spoken with a voice like wind soaring through a gaol door. “I was hoping to speak with you.”

Behind him stood his fellow lieutenant. Zant, the Usurper Twilight King, heralded from a time millennia after his own. An outrageously overpowered figure, but as Ghirahim had noted during their strife to claim the Gerudo Desert, moreso an absolutely raving lunatic. All bulk and aggression, with not a shred of elegance. He didn’t count on the two of them getting along.

He hardly looked over his shoulder to meet his gaze. “Is it urgent?” Ghirahim continued to observe his blade, carefully turning it in his hands. A small peep behind him suggested perhaps he had tilted the reflection of the light directly into Zant’s eyes, and blinded him. Certainly not intentional, but terribly amusing.

“Not quite, though I suspect you may find it a welcome distraction.” Ghirahim’s interest was piqued, and he turned slightly to face him. There he stood, in the same stiff, unreadable pose he was always in when idle. There was no inbetween with this alien figure; either he was perfectly still and impenetrable, or he wore his heart on his sleeve, weeping, screaming, or giggling like a child at the mildest provocation. Ghirahim had to admit - when Zant’s pathetic countenance was capable of holding its composure for once, he was a remarkably intimidating man. Not enough to intimidate him, though.

Ghirahim slightly pursed his lips, having waited for him to continue long enough. “Well? Out with it, then.”

Zant’s life-long role as a servant truly wasn’t doing him any favors. Such a ‘do not speak unless spoken to’ attitude was unbecoming of a King, Ghirahim noted to himself, as he watched the man dawdle before him.

Unmovingly, Zant continued to speak. “You are familiar with these lands, yes? You have been here since the dawn of time.”

Ghirahim frowned, uncertain of what he was getting at. “I have, but the landscape has undoubtedly changed greatly since then. I must remind you, our Master retrieved me from thousands of years past.”

They were silent for but a moment. “Then I will assist where your knowledge fails you. Lord Ghirahim, I wish for you to take me somewhere.”

Ghirahim was getting a little tired of these empty statements. “Whatever do you mean? Where do you need me to take you? Surely you can walk yourself.”

“You have an eye for beauty, Ghirahim.” Oh, were they on a first-name basis now? “I wish to see the Hyrule that was stolen from me.”

Ghirahim scoffed incredulously, turning his blade to a flurry of diamonds with the snap of his fingers. “You want to go sight-seeing after your first mission? You’re ridiculous. You think me some sort of tour guide?”

Zant responded with almost shocking quickness. “Do not pretend you are content with your current whereabouts, Demon Sword. Your metal skin absorbs the heat, and risks scorching your prized garments. You would be as happy to leave this desert as I.”

The corner of Ghirahim’s lips spasmed involuntarily. It seemed this buffoon had some wit in him after all. “I highly doubt we’d get the clearance for this little trip either way.”

“It is the end of the day, and both of us are capable of magical transportation. We would be back before anyone knew it,” Zant bit back, as if he had thought out every possible reply beforehand.

Ghirahim was a little taken aback by this boldness. He did not expect the enigmatic man to be one for such adventurous ideas, but given his erratic behavior on the battlefield… Perhaps he should have anticipated it. The thin line of his mouth crooked into a smirk, but before he could speak, Zant stepped forward and interrupted him.

“Do not get me wrong. I am not so reckless as to abandon my post without a thought. After our victory yesterday, I highly doubt the enemy forces will have the strength to ambush us. Tonight is the most opportune time for such a… Trip, as you called it.”

There was a tone to Zant’s voice he could just not place. It tread a fine line between childish stubbornness, and desperation. Ghirahim knew an opportunity for leverage when he saw one, and he had yet to find his footing in his dynamic with Zant. Perhaps putting him in his debt was a clever next step. He shifted his weight onto his left foot, tilting his hip and idly playing with a strand of his silvery hair. “I suppose we’ve had a long enough day of dilly-dallying. Very well. What did you have in mind?”

Zant’s stance slightly shifted, his helmet tipping upright. He pondered for a moment. “I noticed on the map that the Faron Woods were also in this world. Perhaps that’s an idea?”

“Faron? I suppose that’s a fair choice. Advantage or not, we shouldn’t be wandering into active Hylian territory. I don’t reckon they’re guarding some little villages all too tightly, at this point.” He reasoned. Hot commodity as he might be, he wasn’t enthused to be delivering the two of them on a silver platter. While he wasn’t exactly worried about the laughably weak soldiers that had scattered across the landscape, he certainly feared the wrath of their Master if he were to find out his top lieutenants were acting carelessly out of his watch. He had to make sure that whatever upper hand he was getting over Zant wasn’t going to risk the favor of their King.

Zant nodded. “I recall Faron posing minimal trouble when I had first conquered it.” Quieter, with the slightest hint of giddiness in his voice, he mumbled to himself. Again an inelegant trait. “I do so wonder what it looks like now…”

Ghirahim donned his classic red cape once more, and dusted the remaining metal shavings off his pristine gloves. “I do hope your little acquisition tour won’t waste our time too terribly, Twilight King.”

A gangly hand placed itself upon his shoulder. “It will, if you insist on bickering like this.”

Oh, what an attitude. He had half a mind to zip the both of them to the bottom of Lake Hylia, and see if the moron could swim. Zant either took too long to get to the point, or instantly smacked down any attempt at conversation. He didn’t know what he wanted, and Ghirahim couldn’t stand it. Zant was right, they ought to get this over with. He gathered his focus, and with a fluid, shadow-trailing motion of his hand, the two were absorbed in a mist of diamonds, and sent to the inner groves of Faron Woods.

Strategically, he had placed their pair atop the pillars of an old ruin, himself spot in the middle, and Zant with his heels just on the edge. He grinned unseen as a little shriek rang behind him, the hand on his shoulder tightening as Zant lost his balance. With a grunt and a shrill groan of exertion, he shifted his balance and instead tossed himself to another pillar. Zant whipped around indignantly from atop his new perch, scoffing as he met nothing but his co-lieutenant snickering at him with his hands in his sides. “Ghirahim! What foolishness is this!?”

Ghirahim turned his head, peeking at him from behind his bangs. “Oh, please. A little joke won’t kill you. I see you merrily hopping up and down from such heights all the time!”

Zant’s fists balled under their baggy sleeves, his shoulders tightened in what Ghirahim could only assume was an upcoming tantrum. Instead, Zant found himself trailing off before he could give the Demon Lord an earful, turning his head to the environment around them.

“This is… Near the Sacred Grove?” It was off putting to hear the pitch of his voice drop from that ear-grating squawk to the depth it carried when he was calmer.

Ghirahim cocked his head. He had no idea what the man was talking about, but the overall calmth washing over the place led him to think Zant may be right. “I’m certain this place has carried many names over the years. There was a temple here in my time, but I see it’s been long lost to history.” He turned to where the building once stood. Now, it was nothing but piles of colossal, carved stones, yellowed and overgrown from their years of disuse. Where there had once been an impressive sanctuary, housing secrets and creatures thirsting for the blood of heroes, was now a long, collapsed corridor of soil and roots, stretching out into a maze of trees and bushes. The light of dusk hardly reached here, the canopies of the colossal trees above them bathing the forest into a turquoise haze. He had picked a good place, indeed. Even the Hylian forces that must have been stationed near the villages had long forgotten the temple grounds existed. They would never think to find them here… Well, so long as they didn’t see any scaffolding or talking trees, they ought to be fine.

When he looked to the side, he found that the lower hatch of Zant’s helmet had retracted, exposing the bottom half of his face. His lips were parted in a silent awe, his head curiously turning to take in the area. Though he couldn’t see his eyes, he assumed their gaze met briefly, and the two faced each other from across the heights of their respective platforms. “I thought you said you had been here before. What’s so special about it now?”

Zant gazed at him, but did not respond. Ghirahim folded his arms and peeked over the edge of his pillar as the Twili hopped down to ground level, a dust cloud gathering around his golden slippers. He began to wander, head craned to the canopy. “This place is much bigger than the one I know.” Another complete and total non-answer that was impossible to respond to. He sighed, and opted to sit on the edge of his pillar, lounging with his head rested on his palm. To his amusement, he noticed that Zant was getting a little distracted by the local wildlife, perking up at the sound of birdsong as a small flock of starlings fluttered by overhead. Zant stood at the opening of the great corridor, as if pondering whether to step through. Still, Ghirahim felt the mild buzz of mischievous arcane energy coming down from it, and, gifted as he was, he presumed from Zant’s hesitance that he felt it too. A silent agreement seemed to befall the two that fairy hijinks suited well in neither men’s schedules. Zant turned back to him for a moment. “Do you hear that?”

Hear what? The forest was brimming with life, there were a great deal of noises to notice. “You’re going to have to specify.”

Zant turned his head back to the corridor. “Some kind of… Instrument, perhaps? A hollow rattling.”

Ghirahim strained his ears for the sound, but he heard nothing. He made a mental note of ‘auditory illusions’ being one of Zant’s many afflictions. “I can’t say I do.”

“How strange…” Zant stood there staring for a moment again, before turning to observe the other end of the clearing. Ghirahim did not much feel like playing babysitter for much longer, and his gaze trailed off. In the distance, something piqued his interest. He had heard a long rushing sound before, but had thought it to be the roaring of the wind above them. Instead, he found the source of the mysterious noise to be something a touch more interesting. He swung his leg idly over the edge of the pillar, turning to see where his companion (he hesitated at the term) had wandered off to. While he wasn’t looking, it seemed he had started taking botanic samples of some kind, stuffing sprigs of herbs into bottles that he pulled from… He couldn’t tell. His sleeves? What a curious man. Still, he was getting bored just sitting there, and hailed him over.

“I don’t mean to disturb your academic intrigue, Usurper… But if it’s a good view that you’re after, I may have an idea.” he called him with an idle wave.

Zant appeared plenty intrigued, and legged his way on over, with a gait far too light and floaty for a man wearing solid metal shoes. “I’m listening.”

Ghirahim, in an instant, once again disappeared into a glittering cloud, and appeared beside him. He laid a hand idly on his elbow, anticipating another startled yelp, but it appeared Zant had caught onto his tricks now, as he didn’t so much as flinch. Mildly disappointed, he showered the both of them in the magic of his teleportation once more, and took them straight to the source of his intrigue.

When the flurry of diamonds dissipated, they stood atop a mighty waterfall, sending the flow of a river behind them cascading into a lake below. Though the cliff they had scaled held them several stories above the lake’s surface, the tall trees of Faron Woods still towered far above them. The forest he had known in his days, since the first descent of the Sky People, was like a meadow of sprouts in comparison. He looked to the side to smugly gauge Zant’s reaction at his marvelous ideas, but found he couldn’t meet his eyes. The Twilight King was not even acknowledging him, gaze transfixed on the view before them. A sea of green expanded below them, interrupted only by the snaking of little blue streams that branched out from the lake below. As dusk fell, the first lightning bugs began to take off from their hiding among the leaves, freckling the landscape with glowing, yellow stars. Where the canopy had blocked out the heavens above them, the forest was compensating with a sky on its own, spread across the lush soil. A mechanical whirring sounded from Zant’s shoulders, as his helmet folded in on itself and retracted into his pauldrons, revealing the rest of his face. Wide, blinking, amber eyes stared out in front of them, his pale pupils just barely discernible among his orange sclera. He truly was deeply alien to look at.

Ghirahim sighed, crossing his arms. Now was as good of a time as any to pick at the odd man’s brain a bit. He was a little surprised Zant was even capable of calm conversation. “Is it really such a novelty, to be in a forest?”

“My home had no such ecological zones, and when I had conquered Hyrule, I hardly had the time to see Faron outside of its Twilight state. I was much too busy keeping that accursed princess contained.”

Ghirahim shrugged. It was a fair answer. If anyone could relate to the troubles of keeping that girl where they needed her to be, it would be him. He dread the possibility of having to capture her all over again, but with the Princess’ surprising military involvement this time around, perhaps they would be lucky this time around. Maybe they could simply kill her in the heat of battle and get it over with. Lost in thought, he looked to the side, to find Zant fascinated with a lightning bug that had perched upon one of his spindly, long fingers. Ghirahim hadn’t noticed before the sickly grey tint of those hands, far from the rich black of that impish girl.

Captivated by the creature, Zant turned his hand as the little thing crawled across his skin.

“I see now it would not have survived in its alive state for long, had I succeeded. It would have withered and died like the rest.” He squinted at it one last time, before dismissing it harshly with a sudden flick of his wrist, sending it plummeting to the dirt. They wordlessly looked out over the landscape beneath their feet before Zant spoke again, but did not turn to look at him.

“… Have you been to the Twilight Realm, Ghirahim?” he asked him, a melancholic tinge in his tone.

“I hadn’t heard of it until our Master summoned me here. I doubt it existed when I last roamed the Surface.”

“Perhaps our travels will take us there.”

He was silent for a moment, then continued. “It is a wretched place, Ghirahim. I only care for it through my vague sense of nostalgia, of belonging. I sought to escape it in favor of Hyrule for a reason.”

Ghirahim didn’t find any inquiry was necessary, as Zant continued speaking on his own. “In perpetual Twilight, few is blessed with the opportunity to live, and nothing gets to bloom. My realm is a wasteland, worsened only by the poison and despair the Hylians cast into our lands. They thought it was Hell, and perhaps they had even succeeded in making it so.”

For a moment, Zant looked up to the canopy to observe the last rays of light peeking through the leaves, shielding his eyes with his hand. A twitch of his eyelid betrayed a slight sting. “It is a shame I can only truly survive in it. Even with my God’s power, I can only stand to bask in this light for mere minutes without wearing this helmet. Don’t you think it funny? I spent so long attempting to flee the expansive gloom of my Realm, yet I only ended up plunging the next world I inhabited in the very same curse. Perhaps I need a new plan.” His arm dropped to dangle by his side again, stood staring in deep thought.

Ghirahim scoffed. He thought of many words when meaning to describe Zant, but ’starry-eyed’ was certainly not one he anticipated to add to the list. "I wouldn't get too attached to the view. Once Master Ganondorf conquers the throne, we would have little qualms smoking out whatever resistance still crawls around between the treetops."

Zant whipped his face towards him with a slight frown. "You misunderstand me. I am no fool. I know my Master will do as he will with the provinces of Hyrule. Perhaps… I'm simply wistful for a world where light and dark exist in such harmony."

"If you truly detest the Twilight so much, then why did you invade the world of light with it in the first place?"

Zant sighed. "A basic necessity for the sake of my troops, I suppose. A convenient way to do away with those Hylian pests. The will of my God. I could not conceive of a way to break out of the Twilight Realm without dragging its darkness with me, and so that's what I had to do." A small giggle escaped him. "But now… Now this is no longer necessary! An entirely new chance at conquering Hyrule! Taking control of an entirely new world, without reducing it into a husk of my old home… It is a truly unprecedented concept. Aren't you looking forward to it?"

He stood a bit perplexed as Zant spoke. Until then, it hadn’t occurred to him that Zant had ambitions of his own. He was a fine strategist, a less fine warrior, but had thusfar appeared to be perfectly content doing what he is told. Ghirahim knew that he himself had few plans other than to see the manifestation of his King rise to victory. Was he the odd one out, without his own visions?

His eyebrow twitched behind his bangs. Was he going to let naive aspirations like that get him in a tizzy? There wasn’t a way in Hell. “To think that a man like you had such simple desires. Are you truly content with something like this?” he asked, gesturing below them.

For the first time in a while, Zant turned to face him, eyes narrowed and lips stretched to a narrow line. “Do not think me naive, Sword. Our forces will not lose my loyalty to mere scenery. I simply long to see a different world than the one I know, even if for a short while. You must feel much the same, with the lengths you go to.”

Ghirahim looked at him a moment, suddenly trapped in an oppressive eye contact the Twili normally was eager to avoid. “… My,” he sighed, turning back to the view in front of them. Zant’s stare did not cease. “This got awfully personal.”

“Only because you made it so.” Finally, his cold gaze released him, as Zant turned away to head to the river beside them, crouching over to look into the stream. Ghirahim shook his head, pondering the bizarre turn his evening had taken.

“You know, Zant, you never would have struck me as the sentimental type.” he had to poke at him, a hand rested on his hip. When he turned to look at him, he found Zant on the edge of the river, stood with one foot on a protruding rock, the other swaying in the air before him to balance himself.

“And you,” he started, grunting squeakily as he hopped over to the next stone in the river trail, “never struck me as the type to enjoy talking about anything but himself, yet here we are.” With a few wobbly jumps, he had stopped to a halt in the middle of the crashing river, and looked back to him with a smug little grin. Ghirahim scoffed, eyes widening in mild chagrin, before his expression softened. What a nerve! Not even that green-clad menace dared to speak to him in such a way before. It was so thoroughly unexpected, he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. Zant joined him soon enough with that ear-piercing chortle of his, the slits in the corner of his lips splitting open as he did. Suddenly, the man disappeared with the sound of a rustle. It appeared he had reached the end of his stone trail, and he promptly reappeared on the other side of the river.

“Tell me of Faron in your own time, Ghirahim.” he shouted over the thundering of the water between them.

Ghirahim smiled incredulously. “It would be easier to tell you, if you hadn’t run to the other side of the river!”

Though he couldn’t see his expression from such a distance, he could still sense the mischief in his gaze as Zant tipped his head to the side, staring at him expectantly. “Then follow me!”

And so, Ghirahim found himself a little surprised. Was he, the Demon Lord, going to be capering around in the woods with his co-lieutenant? Well, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Other than his Master, he had found he was completely starved of a conversational partner. If Zant was inviting him to ramble, he found himself hesitant to deny the opportunity. He took one step forward, before disappearing into shards again, and reappeared at the edge of the river, craning his head to look up at the towering man before him. Zant stood unmoving, but his eyes met his, unblinkingly as he waited for him to speak. This was when the nature of their dynamic became abundantly clear to Ghirahim. All had fallen into place; Ghirahim adored an audience, and Zant was fascinated to hear him speak. At least, unless the right bump or prod coaxed him into a strange monologue of his own… Well, by all accounts, it could have been worse. Ghirahim hummed and tipped his chin with a barely contained swagger as he strutted past him and toward the edge of the cliff. “Right, then. Let me take a look around and jog my memory…”

They spent roughly an hour wading through the shrubbery, each vaguely noting the ruins of landmarks long past. An abandoned clearing, lost sanctuaries, and decayed strongholds peppered the landscape, their traces clearly present though thousands of years apart. Both had been ripped to this Hyrule rather abruptly, and neither had yet considered the actual nature of this world. Where had they been brought, and how long had it been since they left their own legacies? Though they exchanged stories, neither disclosed the ponderings that haunted their minds. Such thoughts were no longer of any importance — they had each been given their second chance at their original goal, and faced their most favorable positions yet. Complaining would be an insult to their Master, which they were both reluctant to do.

Still, time crawled on, even as the two found surprisingly more fond company in one another than they each had expected. Sunlight hardly crept between the leaves above anymore. Twilight had finally fallen, casting the forest floor in a violet hue. They arrived at a clearing, and the man came to a halt. His shoulders rose and dropped again with a deep sigh. Ghirahim assumed he must feel in his element as the Twilight King, standing under the night sky at the crown of dusk. When Zant looked back to him, the complex markings on his face glowed far brighter than ever before. A smile crept onto the strange man’s face, and he turned to him with his hand extended.

"... I thank you for escorting me. Night is falling. I do believe I am capable of taking us back now, before they suspect us."

Ghirahim stepped back, away from the hand that was about to lay on his shoulder. "I say, Zant, I don't think there'd be any harm in strolling around a little longer… How about we drop by elsewhere before heading back to the keep?"

Ghirahim hardly believed his own words, but against all odds, he found he was enjoying Zant’s company. He was annoying, impulsive, and perhaps a touch immature, certainly, but he appeared to be a good listener. And, well, if he could admit, the man’s antics were just the slightest bit interesting to watch. If they were to return now, he would only spend the rest of the night bored out of his mind, waiting sleeplessly until the first light of morning. He was going to stretch this out as long as he could.

An uncharacteristic glimmer appeared in Zant's eyes. The slits on the corners of his mouth made it nearly impossible to tell whether he was truly smiling, though the squinting of his eyes gave him away. "Ah, well… If you have anything in mind?"

"We could go see Lake Hylia. I reckon it looks stunning in the moonlight."

"That would be intriguing, indeed! I have only ever seen it frozen."

Ghirahim raised the ridge of his brow. "Frozen?"

"Yes! I froze the entire lake during my attempt to conquer. It nearly wiped out half of the Zora's forces,” Zant gleefully proclaimed, spoken with the same cadence one would when describing a pleasant outing.

Ghirahim stared at him. After spending a shred of an evening in relatively lighthearted conversation with him, he had almost forgotten Zant’s cruelty quite matched his own. Perhaps he was worse. "... Now there's an idea. You ought to bring that one to the plotting table next time we plan our next assault." Conveniently for both of them, he didn’t mind in the slightest.

Zant simply giggled in return, and held out his hand. A request and invitation, all at once, as though asking him for a dance.

Well, perhaps he could hold off on trying to drown him in the lake until some other day…

#madman's rambling #beararts #ghirahim #tp zant #zant #ghirazant #bearwrites #NEW TAG!? maybe i'll write more...#hyrule warriors #tftk

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vixannya · 5 months

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It's Gallery Time Again!

Friday, November 24th

OoC Information: THIS IS NOT AN IN-GAME EVENT! This is meant as just something fun to headcanon for your character (and write about if you like - especially with @daily-writing-challenge starting on the 26th), if it is something they are able to attend! If you do choose to write any stories about this, please feel free to tag me - @vixannya - in the body of the post and use the tag #7deadlysins!

Vixannya owns an art gallery in Dalaran where she hosts various art exhibitions throughout the year. Two or three times a year, she will display her own work which is always accompanied by a massive grand opening and follow-up afterparty in another location.

Invitations are always given to those who make large contributions to the gallery and to the arts in general, as well as to prominent families from all over, friends, fellow Tarts, and those depicted in her work.

VIP access goes to the largest contributors, her muses, and anyone who purchases one of the pieces from the gallery on opening night. Even if your character cannot attend the grand opening and afterparty, the gallery is open to the public for a month! !Adults only!

Her final exhibition of the year is:

The red carpet treatment always marks the entrance of the gallery, a place for the guests to show off and be photographed in their designer gowns and suits, or whatever else they choose to wear. The fashion seen here always rivals that of the city’s grandest galas, just don’t upstage the art!

A group of master illusionists have transformed both the inside of the gallery and the afterparty space, with the various rooms mirroring themes in their separate locations. The themes: Pride, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, Wrath, Envy, and Lust. The gallery version of each space is a little more simplified than that of the afterparty, in order to feature the art over all else.

The art itself has a single or multiple subjects, each containing one of the sins in some manner. There are 45 pieces in total; most small or medium size with at least one larger piece in each section. All of the paintings fall within her main area of focus, the one she has become well-known for, Death. All paintings are premonitions of how her living muses will die, according to her. Many of which, in the past, have shockingly come true.

The After Party:

While most of her after parties consist of four very different spaces that match the theme of the gallery itself, this one has SEVEN different spaces to each represent one of the deadly sins.

Pride, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, and Wrath are the ‘safe’ areas! While drinking and drugs are acceptable everywhere, the lewd acts are reserved for the last two sets of locations.

Envy and Lust are the ‘anything goes WITH CONSENT’ areas.

PRIDE: Grand ballroom with a large dance floor, orchestra playing classical music, champagne towers, large chandeliers, waiters at your beck and call.

GLUTTONY: Massive buffets, fine sit down dining, bars with every type of alcohol (and drug) available.

@serazhen can be found working behind the bar!

SLOTH: Massages, saunas, facials, mani/pedis, large hot tubs, any other type of spa service, quiet and nap rooms.

GREED: High stakes poker, blackjack, craps, roulette, jazz musicians and singers.

WRATH: Various popular rock/metal bands and mosh pits to begin the party. DJs playing EDM, raving, neon lights to close out the party. 'Rage rooms' in the back for people to go ham breaking all variety of things!

@tristennedarkmorn can be found performing on lead guitar with one of the metal bands!

ENVY: Cabaret and burlesque performers, aerialists, body shots, live peep shows featuring singles, doubles, or more - with the opportunity to become a part of a peep show.

@rylandfalkov can be found performing in this area mostly on stage, occasionally in the peep show!

LUST: Escorts available, BDSM demonstrations and experiences, private or group rooms, open spaces where anything goes! Masks available for anonymity.

@dicenne can be found here for demonstrations and experiences!

Remember, what happens at the after party stays at the after party!

#7deadlysins #vixannya #story #gallery #gallery opening

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haro0o · 7 months

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Master list!!

Commission Info‼️

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Aus Info!

NINJAGO X LMK

RedMaroon AU

Kai is Redson's twin that goes by Niú kǎixī in LMK universe but still goes by Kai in Ninjago universe

Concept

Birth of the twin

Headcanons : 1#, 2#, 3#, 4#

Kidnapping = Courting

Kidnapping = Courting part 2

Samadhi blade

Wukong’s lies

Bird and bees

Welcome back

Complicated

Should’ve adopted him

Demon trait

ROTTMNT CROSSOVER AU

Rosegarden AU

a lot of Raphs from other universes (mirage,87, 03, 07, 12, bayverse) was dropped into Rise Universe, deaged, and get adopted by Rise Raph.

Concept

Rave’s issue

The parents

Proud Uncle Leo

Sorry for the changes

Uncle Don’s JoyRide

Baby Ree

Black and Brown Fur AU

Shredder got turn into Rat by the kraang. He did not have revenge-to-death thing towards Splinter.

Masterpost

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmt #tmnt crossover #teenage mutant ninja turtles #lmk au #lego ninjago #ninjago au #tmnt #o0orant #o0oAUs #Rosegarden Au #RedMaroon Au

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cyphertripping · 2 years

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hi! can you do general soft n fluffy sova x reader headcanons? tysm, your blog is cool!!

ofc! this was really fun to do. i think sova's a bit of a cliche (i kept calling him legolas when i started the game lol) but he's a big sweetheart :3

Fluff HCs (Sova x reader)

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Fluff

As mentioned in my pining HCs for Sova, he’s a very touchy person— he loves casual touches, brushing up against your side when passing by, brushing aside your hair, etc

The type of person to just wipe a smudge on your face (if you’re comfortable with that) without asking

As Raze has stated, he listens to a lot of music with bass— probably EDM or trance music

Would love to take you to a rave, he’d make sure you had the best time possible (and if anyone shoved you or anything he would immediately check up on you)

At the same time, would love singing Russian lullabies or folk songs from his youth to you, or just on his own (often he doesn’t realize he is)

Master of deadpan-delivered jokes

Really enjoys bathing with his partner— long, hot baths soaking together is a fun pastime for him. He also enjoys the effort of mutually taking care of each other, washing each other, etc

Sova would eventually like to take you home and so you could meet his grandmother, perhaps the last family member he has close ties with

Calls you a lot of pet names in Russian and English (though they’re a lot more extravagant in Russian)

He’s secretly (maybe not so secretly) quite vain about his hair. He likes to take good care of it and one time when he got melted marshmallows in it from making smores, he almost cried when you had to give up and cut out the piece of hair

Also has reading glasses (he’s also secretly worried about his vision since he doesn’t really want to end up with two robotic eyes) that he refuses to show anyone in the protocol but you because he knows Phoenix would tease him for them

Overworks himself a lot, enjoys giving and receiving back massages (you’ve never met someone with so many back knots)

If the two of you get a pet, he’s definitely the type to speak in exaggerated voices to them alone, but then act like he doesn't around others

Very into afternoon lazing and cuddling around

Bit of a malewife and would make you the most delicious soup for you whenever you feel under the weather

He runs warm, so he’s the best human heater during the winter (really just more excuses for hugs)

He's kind of a micromanager and always remembers anniversaries and birthdays. Whatever you're comfortable with, he'll put the most effort into, whether it be a party or a personal dinner for just you two

#sova x reader #x gn reader #valorant x reader #valorant x reader requests #sova fluff hc #sova hc #sova headcanons #x reader #x reader requests #valorant x reader fic #x reader insert #reader fic #reader insert

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thejadecount · 2 years

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Time for some Jay Headcanons y’all

Also Polyninja is a thing

Very frequent video game player

Loves cuddling with his friends and boyfriends

Second shortest of them at 5’6”

Creates static electricity when he’s excited or nervous, so his hair is almost always constantly a mess when he gets done with a mission or gets back from a date

This also makes him shock people if he gets jump-scared, making horror movie nights with him not the best

Constantly doing repairs on or upgrading Zane or their appliances (he almost blew up their oven once, and now he is not allowed to touch any of the kitchen appliances besides the microwave)

Horrible sleeper. He easily looses track of time and can stay up for entire nights in his workshop modifying and building things, and he doesn’t know he’s tired until the sun rises or when someone drags him to bed.

He taught Lloyd every pranking trick in the book and now he helps him regularly torture the others to get back at them for their teasing

Lightning scars (we all know this headcanon)

He’s actually very self-conscious about his body because of his scars and really only wears tink tops and t shirts around the other ninja because he trusts them.

He naturally smells like copper (because of his lightning) with hints of cologne (he tried it once for a date and hasn’t gotten the smell off since) and the slightest bit of blueberries (he’s obsessed with blueberry yogurt)

He needs to be constantly reminded by the others to shower after spending hours in the workshop or training covered in grease and sweat.

He loves techno pop, electro and k pop. Any rave-type songs. And also video game soundtracks.

He loves anything sour. Lemon-flavored stuff, warheads, sour patch kids, anything blue-raspberry flavored.

He is absolutely obsessed with slurpees (blue raspberry, as said)

He’s also a big fan of AJR

He cosplays as Superstar Rockin’ Jay

He’ll be the type to enter those “who looks mostly like” contests for him at cons and never gets to top 3. (He got 4th once though)

Unlike Lloyd, he never gets tired of blue. He loves blue. He’ll always manage to wear blue whenever they go out somewhere besides missions. But he also occasionally wears yellow, grey/silver and indigo.

My dude used to secretly rock platform boots until the other ninja found out only to boost his self confidence

He and Kai are competitive in almost any video game they play, most infamously dance dance revolution.

Seriously the others get popcorn and record it all and everything and instead of training they’ll just go at it for hours.

If you’re a villain/criminal and you severely hurt even one of his friends or his boyfriends then I hope you can withstand the power of 1.3 million volts coursing though your body.

Loves to rollar skate

So you know master builders right? (I’m not sure if they’re supposed to be canonically those but if so fuck that) Jay is one of those, but feral. He’ll just start running around and building shit with no explanation whatsoever. One time he and the other 4 were in a car and while in the passenger seat he made them fly, and now someone has to sit in the back with him at all costs.

He also is very bad at explaining and describing things. He’s a very visual learner. If you want him to tell you how to build something, good luck with that. But give him a few pieces of scrap metal and he could show you how to make something that can kill God.

He also makes up names for parts like his dad and often times when he asks for one of those things everyone gets confused. It’s like when speakers of two languages are trying to translate and remember things from one language to the other.

After his time of being a TV host (did I say TV host, no we don’t talk about that) Jay surprisingly knows how to do makeup really well and subconsciously carries concealer and eyeliner on his everywhere. One day they’re traveling to some public event and Nya forgets that she didn’t cover this one scar she has on her cheek, and Jay just whips out the concealer and boom four seconds flat flawless skin. Everyone is shocked. Nya is grateful.

He also likes to paint his nails when he isn’t in his workshop and can do them really well. He especially likes mixing them to get specific colors.

He doesn’t like wearing matching socks at all. They HAVE to be different patterns.

The definition of a bi disaster. Someone help him.

Do not give this man caffeine UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES unless you don’t fear God

He loves wearing fuzzy socks and dragging his feet to shock people. He’s had the ninja run away from him before (except Zane. For Zane, it’s just an energy boost, like charging a battery).

All the ninja will just be sitting regularly on the couch and then Jay is upside down.

ADHD

Jay: Have you ever felt bugs on you when their are no bugs on you? They’re the ghosts of the bugs you’ve killed.

Kai: Jay THIS HAS GOT TO STOP!

Jay: When you clean a vacuum cleaner aren’t you the vacuum cleaner?

Cole: Jay-Jay you’ve got to end this alright? You already have Zane in the other room questioning everything he has ever known!

Zane: what is life?

Jay: Nothing is ever really on fire. But rather fire…is on things

Kai: be a ninja, Wu said. It’ll be worth it, Wu said.

Jay: If life is unfair to everyone does that mean life is actually fair?”

Cole: This is never gonna end, is it?

Jay: if I get scared half to death twice, what then?

Kai: Alright, Zane make room, we’re coming in there with you

#jay walker #jay ninjago #ninjago #headcanons #jay walker headcanons #polyninja

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caoimhewrites · 1 year

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AFC Richmond as bf’s headcanons pt2

in honor of season 3 i’m finally posting part 2 of these headcanons

Dani:

loves when you paint his nails

will show the team and rave about how much he loves the colors

LOOOOOVES going into pet shops and showing you all the animals. he stops doing it for a while after the earl accident but give him time he’ll be ready to gush over them again soon

constantly has energy

it can be 3am and he’s running around keeping you awake

a master baker. he always watches the bake off and yells at the tv when they get something wrong

Isaac

this man is a literal grandma

eats dinner at like 4 and gets tired at 8 so get ready to shift your entire schedule

be prepared to buy rolos in bulk. you can’t convince me he wouldn’t have a whole bunker stocked full of them and he WILL notice if you took one

gets really really passionate about the Crufts dog show every year. he will make you watch it!!

100% roots for all the pugs and frenchies and stuff

he put a crack in the tele from throwing the remote at it because it wasn’t working

Jan

brutally honest! but we know this already

will feel absolutely horrible if his honesty hurts your feelings on accident

wouldn’t tell the team about you but not in a hes ashamed or embarrassed kind of way like he just doesn’t think to mention he has a partner

colin would probably find out through twitter or something that Jan was dating you and immediately told everyone

and Jan is just like “🤷‍♂️ why are you all so surprised”

has a thing for organizing the fridge like have y’all seen that one tiktok where they have a pic of the cat in the fridge and it’s all aesthetic? that’s literally going to be y’all’s fridge from now on

gets super excited when it’s snows and takes you to play in the snow

#afc richmond #ted lasso #jan maas #dani rojas #isaac mcadoo #ted lasso headcanon #headcanon

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bitofthisandthat · 10 months

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𝐶 𝐻 𝐴 𝑅 𝐴 𝐶 𝑇 𝐸 𝑅 𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝐷 𝑌

𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

repost & tag away !

BOLD all that applies to your muse. italicized - applicable in some verses/conditional

ASAMI.

• SIBLING(S): sister(s) | brother (s) | none | other

TAGGED: I found it. TAGGING: @droppingdonkeys ; @runningracingdancingchasing ; @reanimatedmuses ; @wolfpackmuses ; @sheldoney ; @multiiplied ; YOU! Reading this! TAKE IT!

#HEADCANON || ASAMI #{ I maintain Team Avatar in any verse ALWAYS has a body count; whether it's accidental or in war-self defense. }#{ Asami tries not to think about it though :/ }#{ If you go by Ruins of Empire; Asami/Bolin/Mako were brainwashed and tortured SO yeah. }

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I've been reading both 100YQ and EZ, and I genuinely don't understand how Mashima can be writing Natsu and Shiki at the same time. Shiki is just a slightly less cartoonish version of Natsu - he genuinely feels like Natsu from FT's early days, just toned down a bit. So if Mashima is still capable of writing a character LIKE prime!Natsu, why does he keep making present-day Natsu so stupid??? He's literally writing the scripts side by side! Why did he give up on Natsu like that?

Honestly, that is so for real. But I think that's normal, in the journey of storywriting, that Shiki is what Natsu could have been, but Mashima didn't go for.

I don't blame Mashima for that honestly, FT has been a strong journey and there are mistakes and flanderisation he just can't step back from since we're too far in it now. Even though I hate the current Natsu, there are people who love it. It's too dangerous to either backtrack or make a huge shift for Natsu now. 100yq is steady and growing in popularity with fanservice as its main draw to keep readers coming back. Changing the well-beloved main character now is just asking for trouble, and we all know the fans have been giving Mashima grief for risky decisions in the whole of Fairy Tail.

Shiki is his fresh start in a clearer direction, and a firmer direction too because with Shiki, he has to make characterisation line up between time travels. EZ is Fairy Tail's heart, taken in the direction by a man who has learned and grown from his experience writing FT. And I really appreciate that. I do feel EZ and its darker tone is more reminiscent of what Mashima truly wants to write. It reminds me of Rave Master, in a good way.

And though I don't hate Nalu (especially since it feels very queerplatonic and that's great to me), it is stagnant due to its constant rehashing of old moments. I do feel that Shicca is much more developed in a canonically romantic context, so I can't help but feel Shicca is what Mashima wanted Nalu to be from the very start, he just never took the risk by actually making them canonical. Honestly I think I understand why the ships weren't as easy to make canon in the main FT manga.

How do I say this--- FT feels very juvenile. It's a story of teens and young adults, discovering the world, finding love, and going on adventures. EZ is a mature story, of teens and young adults trying their best to survive in world that is fully against them. Against all the unfair and horrible developments they face, their love is the only thing keeping them together, keeping them moving onward.

That's why it feels more natural for Shiki and Rebecca to keep moving onward one trial at a time, and Natsu and Lucy to keep staying where they are. You could say this in both the context of their characterisation and their ship development. Neither are bad. I love EZ's dark and action tone, and I also love the calming safety of FT's homey tone. They are two sides of the spectrum of Shounen.

So rather than Mashima 'giving up' on Natsu, I feel it's more in the line of Mashima not really wanting to do much with them. Flanderise his character a little for a joke that compares his idiocy to Lucy's intelligence? Sure, let's do it, the shippers and headcanoners will eat that right up. Same thing to Lucy-- give her a combination dress that she will probably never wear again, the fans will love seeing her look cool even if there's no reason she needs to wear it in the first place. Make Natsu grope her bare chest or get a handful of her crotch, and of course he doesn't understand why that's wrong so we can get a shot of Lucy just being baffled instead of reacting like a normal woman. People will hate it, but people will also like it (people that don't take these jokes too seriously, for example), and most of all, Fairy Tail will be talked about again. That's really all that matters now in the world of 100yq.

#it's an ask #i have biases i'm sorry #fairy tail

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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iv. sound of a love song | Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Word Count | 4,196

Summary | Stone cold sober and desperate for a change, Joby agrees to an enlightening meeting with your manager.

Author's Note | Ngl, this was equal parts fun and not at all fun to write! Also, yes, I 100% headcanon Joby as the kind of guy who would dunk on any short man, especially if they're rude to him. He gives me so much 6'1" and overly proud of it vibes.

Warnings | emotional abuse, mentions of anxiety and disassociation, please let me know if I need to add more!

You told Joby that you two were meeting with your boyfriend and manager, William Kelly, at some coffee shop. Joby had never heard of the place. But you raved about how much William loved the espresso at the joint and meeting him there would put him in a better mood. The way you dealt with William seemed transactional. He hadn’t expected you to just flirt your way into getting him another chance. But this was so ridiculous. Why it had to be an entire meeting in the first place, he had no clue. You had said before it would just be a phone call, right?

Joby kept his sunglasses on when you both entered the café, the bell above the door jingling. The light inside was artificial and intense and with the kind of hangover he was having, he knew it would only inspire an even nastier migraine.

But you were tugging at his jacket sleeve. “Please take those off before he gets here.”

“It’s fucking bright.” Behind the aviators he looked around.

You sighed. It was starting to feel like you were talking to a child. “I know, but it’ll annoy him and he’ll just ask you to take them off anyways. So please, let me save you the embarrassment.”

“Fine,” He slid the sunglasses down the bridge of his nose and hung them from his shirt, his own shirt. After you’d brought him to the motel and had someone from the front desk unlock his room with a master keycard, he’d taken your boyfriend's shirt off as quickly as possible. The article of clothing offended him so much that he wanted to throw it out the bathroom window into the dirt outside. He’d put on the fresh button up he’d found at the store with you before putting his hoodie and leather jacket back on. Naturally, he added his dark beanie and sunglasses to complete his signature “don’t fucking talk to me” ensemble. Spitefully, he returned the shirt you’d let him borrow.

You would be lying to yourself if he didn’t look good like this, if not a bit intimidating. It would frustrate your perfectionistic boyfriend. He would look at Joby and feel threatened. And that was without the help of the worsening hickey on your neck. You’d managed to find a concealer and powder at the store that could cover it for the time being, thank god. Even if he couldn’t see it, one thing was certain. William liked when people thought he was the most important guy in the room. And at that moment, Joby looked far too self important for a man who was pleading his case.

You’d be humiliated to admit to anyone that you often took advantage of William’s ego to get what you wanted. You justified it by telling yourself that if he didn’t want to be taken advantage of, he shouldn’t be so suggestible, especially to women he was attracted to. But the dependence you had on him made you feel so incapable. And part of you thought Will probably knew what you were doing anyways. Always one step in front of everyone else. And Joby was more out there than you ever had been. You were already well aware that he wouldn’t think twice to throw some sort of tantrum if things didn’t go his way.

You ordered a London fog and Joby opted for a black coffee, slapping a twenty dollar bill on the counter before you could get out your wallet. You muttered a thank you but he just shrugged and told the barista to keep the change. Once your drinks were ready, you settled at a booth in the corner, sitting across from each other.

“Please be on your best behavior.” You warned under your breath. A sour taste was already rising onto your tongue even as you sipped at the milky black tea.

“Excuse me, I am always on my best behavior.” He couldn’t sound genuinely hurt even if he tried. He played up the sarcasm, determined to make you crack the tiniest smile again. The way you were shifting in your seat troubled him.

“I am not kidding around this time. Will…he knows people who could really help you. And he doesn’t do favors for just anyone. Especially not random guys that his girlfriend brings in. But I’m sure I can convince him. You’re well established, you have a sizable portfolio, and you've got a new fire for music. You just have to show him you mean it and that you deserve it.”

Joby snorted. If he didn’t believe that he deserved it, how was he going to convince some corporate suit that he was. You shot a glare at him and he straightened in his seat. “Okay. Fine. I’ll be on my best behavior.” He relented, putting his elbow on the table to raise his hand. If he wasn’t so grateful he would be insulted with how you seemed to be talking down to him.

You sighed, eyes darting towards the door and back to your drink every few seconds, obviously waiting for your dick of a boyfriend. You weren’t supposed to look more worried than he was. Hell, he wasn’t exactly sure if you were getting this fidgety over him or the guy who was supposed to like you.

You tapped your nails on the tabletop and he placed his hand over yours, making your nervous reflex come to a standstill. You looked at your two hands out of the corner of your eye. His nails were painted black, but the paint was chipped. You internally winced, knowing that Will would notice. Maybe he'd find it charming. A part of Joby's look; a part of his new brand. Who were you kidding? He would hate it. He would call him unprofessional and make some comment about how it made his company look bad. But you were comforted by the warmth of Joby’s hand, how sincere the touch was.

He tilted his head to meet your uneasy gaze, “Hey, I really do appreciate all of this. The last person who was willing to fight for me this hard was my lawyer. Then again I was paying him so maybe that doesn’t even count…ah, fuck it. My point is that if we can pull this off, I think I’d be indebted to you forever. Anything you want, I’ll make it happen.” He promised. The leverage he once had had disappeared along with his band. But he was eager to repay you in some way.

You looked at him with sympathy and pursed your lips, “I don’t want anything from you, Joby.” He wanted to believe that. No one went into this line of work wanting to take from people. It was quite the opposite. But he couldn’t comfortably say that he was still the same naive eighteen year old who’d just wanted to make people happy. The attention and the pressure that came with the job compelled people to do terrible things just so they could keep growing. Keep chasing after larger stages, bigger audiences, louder cheers, more album sales. It was an unattainable high. If you didn’t want anything from him now, you’d want something later. As kind as you were, he barely knew you. That paranoid gut feeling was the last defense he had.

“That doesn’t matter. Whatever you want from me, it’s yours.” He repeated it, hoping that it would sink in this time. Your lips parted, still trying to think of what to say back to him. His look, his grasp on your hand, and the promise were all so serious. In a strange way, it left you breathless.

“Joby…I wa—”

The bell at the front was as jarring as a siren when you heard it.“There’s my girl!” An enthusiastic voice from the front of the store called to where you and Joby sat. You yanked your hand back into your lap before Joby even had a chance to react. He turned to see the man you'd performed with the night before. His blond hair was loose this time and tucked behind his ears. He wore browline glasses with the same turtleneck and slacks combination he remembered.

“Hey, baby!” Your quick grin mirrored Will’s seemingly enthusiastic mood. It bewildered Joby that he couldn’t see the telltale crinkles by your eyes as you raised your eyebrows, performing your excitement.

“I’ll get an Americano. Make sure it’s 185° exactly. Alright? Thanks.” Will recited the order smoothly. Joby didn’t like the flirtatious smirk he gave to the barista. The barista told him his total and Joby had to hold back a groan as the guy payed with a credit card and left no tip.

“Make it quick, kid. I’ve got a meeting.” If Joby had been the barista, he would’ve spit in his drink for sure. But the barista just rolled her eyes and gave a customer service smile. Within minutes, the drink was ready and he was sauntering over to the booth. Joby took a sip of his coffee to hide the grimace that was threatening to form on his face. He nearly choked on his drink when he saw how short Will was. He estimated that he was about a full head shorter than him. Will sat beside you on the booth, taking a long swig of his own drink, his Adam's apple slowly bobbing. Once he set the drink down, he grabbed your chin and jerked your face towards his.

“Missed you,” he said blankly.

“Missed you, too!” You still wore that exaggerated grin. And before Joby knew it, Will pressed a long, obnoxious kiss to your lips. Joby could only stare down at his boots, feeling far too uncomfortable to express his disgust. This wasn’t some passionately awkward kiss shared by a drunk couple that could still be found endearing. Your eyes were open longer than they should’ve been. And Will held onto your chin tighter as it went on, squishing your skin so hard Joby was convinced it would leave a bruise. When he finally let go, he gave you the same crooked smirk Joby had seen him aim at the barista.

Joby was almost taken aback when Will redirected his focus to him, evidently satisfied with the display. His expression went deadly serious. From this angle Joby got to see that he was clean shaven but the wrinkles on his forehead betrayed some age. Joby guessed he was a handful of years older than him.

“Mr. Taylor, it certainly is a surprise to meet you. My girlfriend told me a bit about you, but I’m afraid she didn’t explain your situation well enough. Would you mind elaborating on why we’re meeting?” His voice was sharp as a knife, courteous, but clearly not kind.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Joby is just-”

“Hush, y/n. I asked him, not you.” Will dismissed you so suddenly that you chirped a small “sorry” even while your face turned a deep red. Joby wanted to fucking scream at this guy. Who did he think he was? Just because he was your boyfriend, it didn’t mean he could be so cold. If anything, that was more of a reason why he shouldn’t speak to you like that. Like you were any better? You yelled at her in her own apartment just last night. Don’t go acting all high and mighty.

Joby often dealt with the critic in his head. It was a miserable little creature sitting in a director’s chair scrutinizing him all the time. He couldn’t remember when it first started haunting him, but he was more familiar with that voice than his own. Or maybe, it sounded closer to what he always thought he should sound like: sniveling and whiny. So when he heard the smaller, more sympathetic voice, he was a little confused.

As much as you wanna deck this guy, you can’t. For her sake. Because who knows what kind of shit this guy will give her. And imagine how disappointed she’d be seeing Joby Taylor fail spectacularly once again. She’s rooting for you. Don’t make her regret it. Had his conscience returned after all these years?

As polite as he could manage, Joby Taylor held out his hand for Will to shake and flashed his best smile, now very glad that he’d remembered to brush his teeth this morning. “Good morning, Mr. Kelly. The pleasure is all mine. I’m delighted you agreed to meet with me today.” It had been a while since Joby had had to suck up to some executive schmuck but he didn’t think his act was too shabby. He’d give himself a record deal if he were Will.

As Joby gave a polished rundown of his current situation, he would glance at you between some words. He had to know if you were paying attention to the fantastic show he was putting on; you must be so proud. He would prove that you placed your bets on the right horse. To his dismay, however, you weren’t looking at him. Your expression was blank, staring out the window next to you.

You fixated on a bird outside in the parking lot. It was small, likely a baby, with a wing that didn’t look quite right. The sight of it scuttling around made your heartbeat quicken but you couldn’t look away. You disassociated like this pretty often, especially when Will was talking business. It was an unpleasant sort of discussion you usually didn’t want to take part in. Plus, you didn’t know nearly enough to have anything valuable to say. William would swiftly humble you anyways. That’s why he was so important. When you would play gigs, he was great at talking to the owners of a venue and finalizing all the details. That left you to worry about most of the actual music.

You began listening again when Will spoke up, cutting precisely through all of the bullshit pleasantries Joby was attempting to lay out, "Why did you leave Snake Trouble?"

Joby nodded his head and managed a sheepish laugh, "Creative differences mostly."

"Every musician says that."

"Well, with this musician, it's true."

"I'm not doubting that." Will gave a low laugh, "But what I’m wondering is what 'creative differences' made you leave the band you started midway through a leg of a tour? You could see how concerned that might make a potential manager, I assume."

Swallowing his pride, Joby fessed up, "I had some personal things going on at the time and I had to take some time off to take care of them." He knew not to go too in depth. Lots of guys in the industry had these kinds of issues but no one mentioned them by name. They just called their ex-wives bitches around their buddies and sent their kids dollar store Hallmark cards on their birthdays. Joby didn't really like being in the gallery of those guys anymore than he liked trying to explain it to your snot-nosed boyfriend in the most tame way possible. But watering down the truth was the only way he could be redeemable, he thought.

Will stared, not quite convinced but not wanting to waste time pushing the issue. So he laced his fingers together in front of him and continued. "So we get closer to getting a picture of your situation…" his eyebrows lowered at Joby, staring with beady eyes like he was prey, "Now, I have listened to your bands albums. All of them."

Joby grinned slightly, hoping this would lead to something lighter. He was always better at talking about the music than anything else. "I hope you enjoyed what you heard."

Will chuckled deeply, "I'm going to be honest with you, Mr. Taylor, it was shit. Don't get me wrong you have some good singles in your discography and your vocals certainly show some...promise. But the lyrics are tired and commercial. Whoever was doing the writing for Snake Trouble deserves to be shot."

You watched Joby clench his fist on the table so hard that the skin around his knuckles turned almost white. Will looked pleased as punch with the reaction. Knowing him for as long as you had, you were all too familiar with what Will was trying to do. This was all about kicking Joby in the shins until he'd stay down. You guessed that Will had pegged Joby as a massive piece of work from the second he sat at the booth. He wasn't wrong but it wasn't necessary; Joby was already going through enough. But as much as you wanted to come to his defense, you knew it would only raise Will’s temper.

Joby could've started a fight. He bet that he could pummel your stupid boyfriend's face into a pulp and tell him to fuck off before he could pull another disgusting smirk. How dare he call his life's work tired? But you're looking at him with wide, intense eyes, begging him to keep it cool. The sympathetic voice chimed in again. You swore you'd keep your shit together. And she believed in you enough to help you. You've dealt with plenty of assholes in your life. You can deal with this one.

So, with his ego bruised, he tried to recover. "I-I-I'm sorry to hear that. Writing was mostly a group effort. So I could see how the material sounds...unfocused."

Will wasn’t done with him. He would make him submit. "We both weren't born yesterday. You know how quickly talk gets around this scene. And if I'm taking on a new talent, I'd like them to be capable. I'm not just going to allow a slimeball like you use my name, my resources to get on a stage just so you can screw me over with your antics. So if you want this, you're going to have to do some things for me first."

Joby nodded once.

"First, clean up the act. Being this greasy…mess… is only endearing to a point. Second, I want you to talk to one of my producers. He enjoys the kind of shit you’ve done, he'll get a real kick out of you. Third, write some new shit. If you're such a changed man, then your material should reflect it. I’m expecting something better than Rockin’ Away the Night." There was that deceptive smirk.

Stifling a scowl, Joby began to answer, "Sounds good-"

But before he could finish, Will had one more thought to tack on, "You've got about a month. I'll be out of town until then. When I get back, you better have some stuff that is ready for a stage. I can get you a gig after that. We'll see how a solo Joby Taylor will really work out."

Joby caught you sneaking a glance at Will, brows knitted with confusion. Will took the chance to grab your chin again. This time he didn't kiss you. He just stared at your face intently, studying something. After a few tense seconds, he let go once more.

"Taylor, I'll have my producer call you. I've got to run." Neglecting to say goodbye to you, Will left the coffee shop. As soon as the door closed, you slouched in your seat a little, finally feeling like you could give your spine a break from sitting so straight. You looked outside and watched Will get into his car. He pulled out of his parking space and before you could turn away, you saw one of his back tires roll over the flailing bird. With such ease, the creature was completely obliterated. As if it had never existed in the first place. Your eyelids flew shut, replaying the scene on the inside of them. Will would've rolled his eyes seeing how you pinched your brows together in distress.

Joby fists were still resting on the table. He let his jaw relax, finally noticing how hard he had been gritting his teeth. You put down a crumpled napkin you'd bunched up in your hand and said a soft, "c'mon" before leaving the booth behind. You’d barely touched your drink. Joby watched you walk away, seeming to have wilted from the conversation. The sight sent a strange chill up his spine.

You got back into your car and wrapped your hands around the wheel, squeezing until you felt your nails dig so deep into the foam cover that it left little crescent shaped indents. Joby followed a little bit later, settling in the passenger seat abruptly. Running a hand through his hair, he groaned. You wouldn't look at him again. Even though he'd done so well. He'd put up with Will inspecting him like he was a piece of garbage. He made the guttural sound again, lending more emphasis to his frustration. Still, no answer from you.

Joby broke the uncomfortable stillness, "What the fuck was that all about?"

"Hmm, the meeting?" Your voice was tired and hoarse like you’d just woken up.

"Yeah, I'm talking about that fucking joke of a meeting." He spat.

You attempted to appease him, "Listen, I know it wasn't fun but-"

"Fun?" he laughed incredulously, "That's a hell of an understatement. That was a fucking…ambush! And you didn't say a thing! Why wouldn't you warn me that that asshole was gonna come in, guns blazing, talking about how shitty my music is?"

"How was I supposed to know that would happen?"

"Oh, I dunno, you're only fucking the guy."

You brush off the crude comment, "Will has done a lot of work for a lot of artists starting out. If you’d just take his critiques and make some changes, you're golden." Joby's frown was defiant, decidedly upset with you. You were unable to control your frustration anymore, "You have some fucking ginormous balls to be calling the guy who could be managing you soon an asshole."

"Because that asshole would be lucky to manage me. I don't care who he's worked with. I don't care what he does for people. You can have basic fucking respect for a guy who's been doing this shit longer than he's been wearing big boy clothes." He had been waiting to rip into the guy. And you didn’t seem like the type that would run and snitch on him no matter how upset you were.

"You're one to talk about being a big boy because you act like such a fucking child. You expect everything to be so easy for you that even when people are handing you the chance of a lifetime, you'll still find a way to complain about it. I have never met someone so...entitled...a-a-and selfish." Your chest heaved with a new fiery energy.

Part of Joby was satisfied. He’d been waiting for you to snap for hours. This was what had made it happen though? You would be well within your right to be angry at him for a number of things, but his entitlement was the breaking point? The idea confused him. But it made him acutely aware of how little of it was your fault. None of it was. Joby didn't want to apologize again even if he knew that he should. He was starting to think that you wouldn’t believe him, even if he did really mean it. He’d just end up doing something stupid all over again.

"I'm the asshole, aren't I?" he conceded.

"Yeah, you really are." You gave him a weary stare. The weight on your shoulders seemed to have lifted, if only slightly.

He ruminated in the thought for a second, the tension slowly fizzling out. Suddenly, he remembered that he basically had nothing on him aside from his clothes, his wallet, and the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. He hadn't planned to need anything else. But the past twenty four hours of his life had shifted his situation quite radically.

"I need my guitar. And my car."

You waved your hand at him. "Then get them. You'll need them if you're gonna do this."

His mouth hung open before he managed to say anything, "That's not gonna be easy."

"Why?"

God, you were going to be pissed. You were going to absolutely despise him. "They're kind of...at a motel...about four hours away..."

"For fuck's sake." You rubbed your hand at the back of your neck and gave him an expectant look, urging him to explain himself.

"Don't ask."

Joby Taylor was going to be the death of you. With the bright sun shining through the car window and hitting his pale skin, he squinted and put his sunglasses back on. You probably would have told him to figure the problem out himself if he didn't look that way, just as stubborn and reckless as he had years before. If he didn’t look so guilty and so reluctant, you wouldn’t have dedicated any more of your time being so worried about him. But he was like the first time you'd ever seen him perform. He was older and a bit more weathered by life now, but damn it, you believed in him in all of his wreckless glory.

You shifted your car into gear. "Then let's get your shit."

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Can I please get more yandere Vitimir headcanons

Vitimir is not a sadistic or mean man despite what people think. You know the rumors and understand his stature and how he almost never speaks doesn't help his image with people and how he intimidates them but you've always been cordial to him. His potion breath and looks never bothering you. You always sent him little smiles and tried to engage with him even if you didn't always understand him. He's been smitten with you since the first day he met you.

Your friendship started slow but blossomed quickly. Despite never speaking Vitimir was always good company using body language to ask you questions about yourself or your work. He was always content making tea or coffee or fetching juice in the mornings afternoons or evenings. Listening to you rant and rave about your day or the dreams you'd had. He always makes time for you and he always makes you feel special. You enjoyed bringing snacks to share with him and as you got closer it felt like you'd know each other forever despite only just meeting.

His pupils get huge around you you've noticed. You aren't sure how to explain it but it's similar to a cat getting excited/happy. You've lightly teased him about it but you like how big his eyes get, it proves to you he's in a good mood, that you make his mood better. Whenever you kiss his nose, or give him a nuzzle, or hug his arm his pupils get wide and it makes you feel happy to know he thinks of you so highly.

He loves getting you gifts to show his appreciation and love for you. He'll never say it out loud because he doesn't often speak but it's how he shows he cares. His love language has always been touch and gifts. Sometimes the gifts are a bit strange as he's awkward but he pays attention when you speak and always tries to get you things he knows you'll like and use. He's a busy man and is often running around the castle but whenever he can, he makes time for you because he needs you to know how loved you are by him. Even if he's never said it you know it's true. He never wants you to feel neglected and will push all work away if he can get away with it to spend more time with you. Something that makes your heart feel like it's going to burst out of your chest.

He makes potions that make your life easier. A little energy here, a little help sleeping there. Vitimir always knows what you need and nothing is too expensive. He's made you elixirs and potions you've only heard of in books. He likes when you sit in his lab, when you watch him work. He prefers you don't help as the ingredients can be toxic and he never wants to see you get hurt but if it's safe he'll show you what he does with his time. Taking great care to show you his life's work and how much it means to him. He always sneaks nuzzles in and nestles behind you as his hands guide yours to show you how much to pour, what to cut, and how to juice. You are a natural he praises through soft touches and affirming nuzzles.

Once you become close enough you help maintain his bandages. He has very severe trust issues but he's always trusted you, he loves you. Vitimir has severe burns from potion making and various experiments. His hands are scarred similar to his mouth and as you bandage him he's careful to keep the toxic parts of himself away from you. You're not afraid but he worries so you take care to watch him do it then copy exactly. Once you're done you give him soft kisses on his knuckles to show your devotion and love which always makes him melt. His claws are always so gentle when they touch you, never leaving a mark as he strokes your cheek or rubs your arm. You feel so safe around him despite the obvious danger he could put you in.

The potion master loves when you wear his cape, his shawl, or his hat which have become a daily habit of yours. They smell like the herbs in his office and it brings you comfort to wear something of his. They're all really big on you and it's silly but Vit thinks they look cute on you and your laughter and smile make him get butterflies and those wide blown eyes. He thinks it's adorable how these items give you comfort and he's more than willing to lend them. You tried to wear his scarf once but he decided to get you your own instead as his could be dangerous from his potion breath. You love the silk yellow scarf he gifted you only trading it out for the yarn one when the colder months come in. You like matching your husband and the scarf is a sign of your love.

You're not sure when you fell in love but you know it feels like forever. Being around him is as natural as breathing or blinking. Vitimir adores you, he would do anything for you and you him. Maybe you spend less time with your friends and family and maybe you no longer work in the position you loved but you still have your hobbies, you still have Vitimir. And that's all you need. Each other.

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These headcannons are from Readers perspective. If you can't tell they are under the effects of several love potions/memory elixirs which cloud their judgement and perception of the situation. Vitimir loves you dearly and would never hurt you or try and change your personality but he'll never let you go and he's quite the possessive type. He'll take care of you, you don't need to worry about anything ever again except being by his side and loving him.

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