#someone give murr a treat

[bamboo-bees]

Murr can’t spell :C

(Audio and pictures used are not mine)

#mahoutsukai no yakusoku #mahoyaku #mhyk #shylock bennett #murr hart #chloe collins #rustica ferch #mhyk shylock #mhyk murr #mhyk chloe #mhyk rustica #promise of wizard #someone give murr a treat #I mean look at him he’s so cute #even if he is the reason White is dead #casually sips tea #this is how I imagine the western wizards spend their afternoons

[druidx]

OCs - Who the Hell is: Alexis Dalliance

(A short Original Character primer)

Universe:

Fighting Fantasy World of Titan

What does she look like?

At 3'4", Alexis is tall for an eshen. She has dark hair kept in braids, tanned and weathered skin, and dark green eyes.

She favours leather armour and crossbows. While she's had a variety of armours and magical items over the years, the supple black armour made by the giant Hephestion and the Decanter of Endless Water has been some of her favourites. Her crossbow, Draenenscáth, has been a longtime companion and contains many unique and potent enchantments.

What's she like?

Alexis started out sweet-tempered and gregarious, loving life and loving people. She was competent in her area of choice and had no problems knuckling down to business when needed, as long as it meant a party afterwards. While working for the Toreguarde Millita had been a necessity, the fortune and fame it brought were, at first, thrilling things.

While Alexis was extremely talented at things like trapfinding, sneaking, bluffing and sniping, she was always a terrible thief.

Over the years, she became a functional alcoholic, as well as paranoid and distrustful, even as she fought through issue after issue to keep the things she cared about safe, and to keep her sanity together.

After the Toreguard Edict was passed, she became more prone to melancholic slumps, isolating herself from those who cared for her, including her protégé Elowyn, until her deity intervened, sending her back into the world to rediscover her love for it.

Who are the main people in her life?

Richard Tetherson (deceased) – One of her first companions, Richard was the rock that guided her until she realised his idea of justice had become corrupted and he was not someone she wanted to follow any longer.

Hextor Francis (deceased) – Hex was a longtime companion, whom Alexis saw as a brother. She may not have agreed with all his actions, but she knew at his core he was someone who would always have her back.

Selene Fridwake – A sister-in-arms, Selene may have started out as a green-ear, but she soon rose in Alexis' estimation to be someone dependable and secure.

Elowyn (nee Featherdown) of Toreguarde – Alexis' protégé Elowyn came from a similar background of woe to herself, and so Alexis took it upon herself to teach the girl everything she knew in a bid to give her the caring hand she had lacked, hoping for a better and more stable future for the young eshen.

Can you give us a highlight reel of her life?

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Grew up in a close-knit community of eshen inside the Forest of Night with a loving family of blood-mother Cora and step-relations.

Was an older child when the community was decimated by a band of wargs and goblins. Alexis was one of the few survivors and was taken in by another community. The new community disapproved of the 'un-eshen' way she comported herself and things she'd learnt from her mother, an adventurer.

As a teen, tired of being treated like an outsider and bounced from home to home, Alexis left the Forest of Night and wandered the Pagan Plains. Life was just as hard, but many humans – having never seen one of the mythical 'woodlings' in real life – treated her like a child which allowed her to survive until she heard of the militia recruitment in Toreguard. 

At 21 years of age began working for the Toreguard Militia under Captain Hengar.

Killed Zagor. Killed Zagor again. Killed Marr. 'Killed' Dire. Stopped the Demon Prince Muyrr from taking over Allansia. Stopped Murr from taking over Allansia again. Lost Richard, Victor with a Monocle and Bastet.

Gained Hextor. Defeated an army with poisoned slugs. Got turned into an Owl. Killed Zagor again. Got turned back into eshen.

Stopped Allansia from being taken over by Demon Prince Muyrr?

Killed Mordain Baelgrun. Killed Turay Lok. Went back in time. Saved Baelgrun. Travelled to Mechanus (dimension), killed Turay Lok, killed Mechanatos, killed Nathiril, saved Mechanus (and by extension, Allansia) from being taken over by Demon Prince Muyrr.

Gained Selene. Killed Karylax in vengeance for Kypris Copperflight. Killed Xanthril, Nathiril's son. Lost Hengar, gained Captain Issac Elmwood. Stopped a religious war, opened hellmouth under Toreguard (accident, result of religious war). Gathered an army to save Toreguard. Lost Hextor. Brought forth the three mighty druids of the land (purposeful), woke the elemental under Fangthane (accident). Killed Yagrin, saved Toreguard.

Rebuilt Toreguard. Told by Council to leave or stay, under the proviso that if she left, she could never return. Stayed. Was miserable. Taught Elo. Was even more miserable.

Sent away by Greg. Found old companions. Travelled to Fangthane (despised). Travelled to Mechanus. Regained Ivan Jägerson. Travelled to Fangthane (less despised). Fell in love with King. Killed King (accident). Saved Allansia from being taken over by Demon Prince Muyrr. Travelled to Demon plain (dimension). Saved King (broke heart). Destroyed Demon Prince Muyrr for good(ish). Annihilated Dire. Annihilated Marr. 

Died, aged 46, from the consequences of casting "Power word: Annihilate".

What period of her life are you mostly writing about?

Early life in the Forest of Night and Toreguard.

The interim years after the Edict is passed, and her training Elowyn.

The end of her life.

Who is she in real-world development terms?

Alexis Dalliance – the Shot in the Dark, the Last Resort, the Shadowy Puddle of Stabbing, the Woodling Whom Death Would Not Take – was my roleplay character from ~2006 – 2015 (on and off). Most of the above was roleplayed, the exceptions being her very early and very late life (which have been written about instead).

She was the only character in that 10-year span who survived until the very end of playing that set of campaigns before we did a "10 years later" gap and started with all fresh characters.

I'm very fond of my little rogue.

#meta writing #oc alexis dalliance #fighting fantasy #titan fighting fantasy #meta wandering words #character intro #I realised I'd never done one of these for 'Lex - a travesty now rectified #also there's a strong chance I've forgotten some details of what we did in the TTRPG #writing this reminded me how much I love her and how much shit she went through. I have *so many* stories about her hijinks tho #ADvEoT PC #series ADvEoT

[undertale-writing-times]

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜ with Supernova please?

Someone is bullying Supernova >:(

You found out today that people had been bullying Supernova.

Well… not bullying, more just messing with him, which was a lot like bullying. You were told that they were blowing whistles really close to him so it would set off something in his mind that said danger, and he would try to reach out for them but they would jump back, out of the way, and laugh.

If he did get too close they would most likely go and tell someone that 'the big scary monster tried to attack them!' and people have been… talking.

Supernova is dangerous! He shouldn't be here. Monsters were bad, just look at that one, he tried to attack my son who wasn't doing anything.

So, lately, he hadn't been leaving the house as often, or at all. He didn't even come out to spend time with you anymore. That's why you first started to ask around to see what the hell was going on.

How could those people treat Supernova like that? He was so sweet, and people are trying to push him to hurt them just so they could whine and complain.

After yelling at the parents and the children, you walked to Supernova's house to try to talk to him, see if you could figure out what was wrong with him… even if you had an idea already.

You walk over to his house, and reach up, knocking on the door. You could hear faint sounds coming from inside, then it opens. Supernova lets out a little murr of sound, sniffing at the air.

"Y/n" he mumbles. Was it a greeting, or was it him saying who he smelled? His scnse of smell was the strongest out of anyone that you've ever met. It was one of the ways that he found people while searching for them, as well as good hearing, you know?

He was a hunter who's eyes got taken from him.

"W…What are you doing here?" He asks. You knew that he was normally really nervous to talk to people, so the ones that were bullying him most likely set him back a lot. It took you forever to even get him into the idea of going out in the first place!

"I came to check on you… I heard what happened"

He lets out a sound of annoyance at that, turning his head away and mumbles under his breath, walking back farther into his house. He left the door open so you could come in, which you did.

"do you want to talk about it?" You ask. He shook his head, tracing his fingers against the couch to walk around, and sits down crossing his arms over his chest. He seemed pretty bothered by this, it was a little hard to tell but… you knew that he was.

You sigh and walk over, sitting down beside him and you reach over, taking his hand into your own. You were careful not to cut yourself cause you knew that he would totally blame himself.

"You have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there." You say, squeezing his hand softly. "You need to remember that people like that, they're just mean. They don't care about your feelings but other people do"

He listens to you talk, slowly holding your hand back, and lets out a little purr that just grew louder the longer you spoke and he leans over to give you a little nuzzle, making sure to be careful to not hurt you on accident.

Later the two of you recorded what the children were doing, and showed their parents, and the children got in trouble! Some of the parents even cooked Supernova and Sunspot something as a sorry gift.

#Outerhorror #Outerhorror Sans #Supernova #Supernova X Reader #Reader X Supernova #bullying #undertale alternate universe #undertale alternate timeline #undertale ask blog #undertale imagines #undertale au

[sorenzi]

So you are telling me these two aren’t canon?! (part 2)

Continuing on this glorious list:

https://sorenlen.tumblr.com/post/660823161771851776/so-you-are-telling-me-that-these-two-arent-canon

Maybe you are right that these two aren’t canon, but here are some brainworms for bait and for your reconsideration (or entertainment):

MochiJun on the VnC anime merch (specifically the rings)

Mochijun mentioned that she liked  to collect rings, then went straight to discuss where these two would wear their respective accessories on their hands. Noe’s would be worn on his thumb on the left hand, Vani on the left hand’s middle finger. (Some one said it’s the right hand but I’ve yet to find the source…) I don’t know the significance of it but it got VnC twitter up in a storm.

Source: https://twitter.com/jun_mdesu/status/1445742456461398027 

Friendly reminder that their respective birthstones are of each other’s color schemes. (Noe = blue sapphire, Vanitas = purple amethyst)

YouTuber Omake

In the YouTuber omake where Vani (goes by V) would have been a popular game streamer with an ‘good’ voice, and Noe would have been a daily lifestyle/local travel vlogger (not quite sure what it is), Mochijun tweeted that they made each other’s profile pictures for their respective channels. (Noe drew the cat scribble for Vani, and Vani took a picture of Murr for Noe.)

Source: https://twitter.com/jun_mdesu/status/1446713546251726850

There are subscribers comments discussing whether if they both live with each other as a viewer recognizes Vani’s ‘distinctive’ voice in one of Noe’s videos.

Source: https://sorenlen.tumblr.com/post/664546132268089344/mochijun-confirmed-that-vanitas-and-noe-did-each

(This is a rumour as I remember reading the Twitter comments but not from the direct translation.) Dante is acquainted with V, and sometimes acts as their video editor even though he has a channel with Riche and Johann too. (KEYWORD: ‘their’, so it’s not just Vani, but Noe and possibly the both of them together)

When your roommate’s pet actually likes you (Murr’s interaction with Vanitas)

Since it’s hinted that they could be roommates and that they’ve used the same animal for their profile pic, gotta bring Vani roommate’s cat (Murr) into the picture that he’s essentially their spoiled kid. 

In Memoire 51.5 (Lost Children), in Noe’s segment, you can see Murr cozy up to Vanitas when Amelia informs him and Dante about his little tour around Paris. 

Murr’s interactions around other characters are decent but Murr seeks out to chill on Vani’s lap which he let’s Murr do. It’s not much of an interaction but it’s very heartwarming to see another species take a liking to Vani when he personally thinks himself as unlovable.

Episode 7/Memoire 12 other shipping details that aren’t as noted

TARTE TATIN. And desserts!

Go read @temporoom​ ‘s analysis on tarte tatin here. It’s very insightful on their interactive dynamic, but to simplify, what non-interested person would give their dessert (even if you don’t like it) to someone else after knowing them for 2 days when you could have left it untouched on the table then have an intimate talk about what love is several hours later???

https://temporoom.tumblr.com/post/660166976290816000/okay-no-i-said-i-would-wait-to-sort-out-my

Sora To Utsuro’s through Noe’s perspective (follow up on the subtle non-platonic elements of the OP and ED songs) 

The scene where Vanitas takes off his glove to treat Chloe’s malnomen causes a temporary bright illusion in the surround area. Noe watches in awe at the sight and Vanitas’ blue moon moment and sees blue and bright twinkling lights (world formula?). The rest of Chloe’s home is devastated but the mysterious white Astermite flowers bloom where the World Formula or Astermite powers have been tinkered. This is actually Vanitas himself.

This reminds me of a the line in ‘Sora to Utsuro’ where the lyrics are the following: 

‘I love this world and the light only you give me Makes the world I see through these fractured eyes Look gleaming and bright.’

And while the light is technically cause of treating Chloe, Vanitas ended up agree to save her and Jean-Jaquces cause Noe didn’t want to give up. Please re-read that chapter and look at how Vanitas emotionally squirms at how Noe’s idealism impacts him.

Also the start of Memoire 53 shows how Noe remember’s his first encounter with Vanitas in the church. Vanitas is literally basking in the light from the stained glass and has a soft expression while the audience saw an unhinged vampire doctor in Chapter 1. (Noe has massive rose-coloured glasses here.)

I’m also convinced that the delay of September’s chapter is not a coincidence and that Mochijun is definitely planning something for Memoire 55. Anyways that is all.

#should this be a series? #les memoires de vanitas #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vnc vanitas #vanitas #noe x vanitas #noe archiviste #vanoe #otp 2.0 #soren rambles #Soren ships stuff #ramble post #i actually have a lot of crap to do idk why I’m writing this #daily ramble #vnc thoughts #vnc theory #come back to retag this when you figure it out

[quixotic-writer]

Sugar Daddy

request: anon

summary: When you first met Q, you had virtually no clue who he was. After a few more pricey dates, he revealed his occupation. Showering you with gifts was his love language, you weren’t about to complain!

warning: smut ahead!

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The alarm on my phone goes off as it vibrates on my bedside table. My face was mushed into the pillow that my head was resting on, I started coming to and realizing that if I hit snooze once, it would start a cycle until noon and I would be even grumpier and sluggish. I take a deep breath in and grab my phone to turn the alarm off. As I rub my eyes and sit up, I see a text notification and my heart immediately kickstarts. It was from Bri.

B Bear: Hey baby <3 Got work today?

I smile from ear to ear as I see the message. We had been dating for a while now and I was hopelessly in love with him. He was honestly perfect to me in every way. He had a sweet and loving personality, he was super funny and always had this way of making me laugh, he was geeky in the cutest way and loved showing me all his collectibles and telling me all about them, and he was protective and super caring.

The way he shows his love to me is what melts my heart the most. His protective nature got the best of him at a bar we went to together and he ended up throwing his drink in the face of a guy that wouldn’t leave me alone. We got escorted out of the bar and he kept saying sorry that he wasn’t there sooner. Any day I'm sad or in a bit of a mood, he always goes out of his way to make me laugh or smile until I forget what I was even mad about in the first place. Lastly, he constantly showers me with gifts.

Me: Good morning! No work today. Have the day off

I texted him back with a smile as I watched the little thought bubble pop up until his next message came through.

B Bear: Dinner tonight then? Murr has been pestering me endlessly about this restaurant he and Melyssa had gone to and I think it’s about time I see what the fuss is all about

Me: Sounds good!

Just then a notification came in. Brian had sent me money, and it was not at all a small amount.

B Bear: Buy yourself a new dress for tonight then princess. It’s a little more formal wear.

B Bear: I’ll pick you up at 7. Love you

Now, when I first started dating Brian, I had no clue he was on TV or any bit famous at all. When he started treating me to more extravagant gifts and dates, that’s when I asked and he revealed all to me. I felt bad and was always trying to pay for things so he didn’t think I was using him for his money, but he always insisted on paying.

“Princess, we’ve been together for how long? I know you wouldn’t use me. Let me do this for you.” He would always say. After a while, I gave up the fight and just allowed him to treat me. Soon enough I grew a collection of gorgeous jewelry, a whole new wardrobe basically filled with a variety of name brand outfits, and if I so much as mention something I own being broken he is quick to hop on it and pay to have it fixed. At this point, I really do think he is my sugar daddy, and he wasn’t at all opposed to that label. He quite liked it.

Me: You spoil me too much. I’ll see you at 7 then B <3

I throw the covers off of me and make my way to the kitchen to fix myself a bowl of cereal before I get started on my day. What a way to wake up honestly, but I was not at all complaining. I finished up breakfast and got myself cleaned up, gathered up all my things in my purse, and was out the door and headed to the mall to go and treat myself. I often worried that maybe my closet was getting a little too full, I just couldn’t bear to part with any of my outfits. The way Brian made me feel when I wore each one of them made me feel so attached to them too, even if his way of saying I looked good in it was by having it end up on his bedroom floor.

I walked through the mall, doing a little bit of window shopping at first, scoping out the scene and feeling out what I might indulge myself in today as far as fashion went. Sundresses had caught my eye, especially one that was in the window and on display; Flowing, knee length, and white. I passed it by but made sure to take a mental picture of it. As much as I adored having a sort of allowance from Bri, I wasn’t about to abuse it. Besides, that would have been yet another thing I would have to make some kind of room for in my already overstuffed closet.

‘Maybe I could bother him for a bigger closet renovation,’ I joked to myself with a smile. I continue walking through and I see it from a distance: the lingerie store. I subtly bit my lip and was then in a mental tug of war of ‘should I?’ or ‘should I not?’ But as I got closer, the temptation took over and I found myself perusing through their cutest pieces that caught my eye. The least I could do to pay Bri back for the fancy evening, would be to give him a little bit of eye candy and a good time after the meal. Black lace, gorgeous ivory teddies, sensual cherry red garter belts, it was all so nice. After finding a few cute sets, I placed them on hold because I still had a main mission in mind that I came to the mall for in the first place.

I found the perfect dress: A wine red halter top dress. It had a gorgeous waist that hugged a little at my own to give my body some definition and gorgeously flowed down to my knees. I already knew I had the perfect pair of stilettos to go with this to truly complete this boss bitch look I had going. When I returned to the lingerie store, I already knew which set was going to be mine: black lace strapless top with matching high waist garter belt and panties to complete it all.

Me: [img attch.] picked out a cute little something, can’t wait to see you daddy ;P

I had sent him a picture of my dress, nothing more just to keep an element of surprise for the evening. I wasn’t long before I got a response,

B Bear: You look so gorgeous baby

B Bear: Can’t believe someone so beautiful is all mine

Even through text he could get me to blush.

The rest of my day was spent relaxing, catching up on some reading that I had put off for so long, catching up on a few episodes of a series Bess had gotten me sucked into, and just like that, time flew quickly. I was getting myself all dolled up for dinner, butterflies in my stomach because of the excitement I felt and giddy because I had felt so pretty tonight. It wasn’t often where my confidence and self-esteem would sky rocket like this, so I took it in and embraced as much of that energy as I could.

I heard his little knock at the door, the same rhythm as always so I knew it was him. When I swung open the door, he stood there with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his face. He cleaned up super well as always.

“You. Look. Incredible.” He scooped me into his arms and littered my face with kisses and I giggled as his stubble tickled the skin on my face. When I stopped him, I connected our lips together, “Shall we get rolling then princess?” I nodded and we walked down to his car.

The restaurant was gorgeous to say the least. Dim golden lighting, waiters wearing tuxes, glimmering chandeliers dangling from the ceiling to illuminate the tables. Even the air felt expensive. I tensed while we were sitting at our table and looking through the menu, even though he’s taken me to countless luxurious locations, I still felt this sense of guilt for being there and almost an obligation to monetarily repay him somehow someway. I guess he could sense my tension because his hand had found its way to my wrist, his thumb stroking my skin gently and his eyes spoke volumes.

‘It’s okay.’ was all I could see in them. He never had to say a word and I felt my muscles relax again as we carried out with our meal.

Dinner was more perfect than I could ever imagine. Perhaps I had an untrained palette, but everything felt like an explosion of intense rhythmic flavor in my mouth. I savored each and every bite. I felt more relaxed as the meal went on, especially as Brian and I talked throughout the meal, we would occasionally break the snooty facade to share a laugh at something absolutely crude that would pop into our heads. I swear, because of how loud we were getting, I almost thought we were going to get kicked out… Which made us laugh even harder and get that much closer to that being a reality as other tables would shoot us a nasty high-class glare.

Our meal was settled away as once again Brian got a hold of the check. And once again I didn’t bother fighting and allowed him to treat me knowing in my head that I had much bigger plans for him once we got behind closed doors and had no one around but each other.

The car ride to his place was spent laughing at how disgusted people looked with our behavior.

“Nothing but sticks up their asses!” He said with his accent coming through thickly.

His hand was on my thigh the whole way there. He would snatch occasional glances of me at red lights or when traffic was pretty clear. The rough warmth of his palm was enough to start an inferno on my skin and cause me to bite my lip and shift in my seat.

We got to his place, he took my hand, and led me through the space that has grown so familiar to me.

“As much as I love that dress on you, I want it off as soon as possible.” He whispered in my ear as we made our way through the front door. His lips attached itself to whatever flesh was within reach which made me grow wetter by the second. His hands traced about my body, refamiliarizing himself with each curve, dip, and fold he craved. His hands were never rough, they smoothed over my body carefully, almost as if I was fragile, something delicate, it made me feel protected.

As we were in the bedroom, he was quick to undo the zipper to my dress and allow it to pool at my feet. The way his eyes lit up at what was now revealed to be hidden beneath my dress was a look that always drove me crazy.

“Did a little extra shopping today with the extra money, daddy.” I said as I pushed him to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes full of hunger and awe.

“I need to give you more money for lingerie. You look so fucking hot.” I straddled his lap, mouths attached and moving with heated passion. His coat fell away as I began tugging at his tie and the buttons on his dress shirt. I could still taste remnants of dinner on his tongue, delectable, indulgent, and I savored it all. My mouth began to move; jawline, neck, chest, stomach. I could smell where he sprayed his cologne, and I stayed where the scent was the strongest, drunk on his scent as my desire for him grew heavier with each breath. His hands held me closer to his bare skin as he let a low hum verberate within his chest. I fell away down between his legs onto my knees. He watches carefully, already out of breath and straining in his pants. I carefully remove his belt, take the zipper down with my teeth, and shed away another layer of clothes. I rub my hand over the cloth of his boxers where his straining erection was prominent, I felt him twitch at my touch and groan.

“Let me pay you back for dinner. How does that sound?” Just like a leaf in fall, the final clothing item was shed away, leaving Brian bare before me. He sat there, arms behind him pushed into the comforter of the bed for support as he eagerly anticipated my next moves, hoping it would be one that would satisfy the lustful desire he had coursing through him.

I kiss at his thighs, leaving a few love marks to show that despite being his, he was also mine. My head and hands find their way below, down to his balls where I carefully massaged them and sucked at the sensitive skin. The groans and moans that Brian was making was enough to tell me that he was enjoying himself. I began moving myself up again, kissing up along his shaft, tracing along veins with a pointed tongue and feeling him pulse beneath me as my hands ran along his thighs that would occasionally tense when I hit just the right spot. When I reached the head, I could see the pre-cum seeping out. I gave his cock a nice pump that sent more spilling out and I was quick to lick it all up.

“Baby, no more teasing. Please.” He begged brushing my hair carefully out of the way. I looked up at him with an innocent sparkle in my eyes,

“But I know you love how it feels daddy.” With a sharp inhale and his lip caught between his teeth, I finally took the first few inches of his cock into my mouth, pulling away while sucking, only to have it pop out of my mouth. I looked up at him and he was gasping for breath and his legs were trembling. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock before once more taking him into my mouth, only to repeat this cycle. I just adored hearing his whines, seeing the veins in his arms pop as he gripped the sheets into a tight fist, feeling his thighs tense and squeeze slightly together anytime a shockwave of pleasure was sent through his body.

I decided he endured enough and began carefully taking more and more of him into my mouth, head bobbing in steady rhythm. “Feels… So fucking good.” He breathed out as one of his hands made its way to the back of my head. He never pushed me further than I could go, or at all. His hand just rested on my head as though he was feeling the rhythm and pace of my head bobbing. The taste of pre-cum began getting more and more consistent, the way his legs began to tremble, “Princess, so close.” I could have came myself hearing his throat raw with desperation as he said those three words. I doubled down and took him all in. His cock hit the back of my throat and the tip of my nose hit his naval until his thighs came together and he was spilling down my throat.

My eyes were watering and my nose slightly runny, but it was always rewarding to see him so pleasured all because of me. He pulled me up and his lips were once more attached to my skin, littering the delicate flesh where my neck and my shoulder met with love bites of varying hues.

“Mine,” He would grunt whenever his lips would depart from my skin and then go right back.

He laid me delicately on my back and I felt his cock – still rock hard – resting against my thigh as he kissed my forehead, “Love you,” he says before kissing my lips, “so perfect,” his fingers pushed the panties I wore aside, not even bothering to remove them which honestly made it all so much hotter, “my princess.” He slid into me easily, filling me whole as my eyes rolled back at the sensation, lips parted as humid breath left my lungs.

“Daddy.” I couldn’t let out anymore as my nerves all stood on end as he began to rock his hips steadily into mine.

“You feel so good around my cock. Something so perfect is all mine.” I wrapped my legs around him, beckoning him closer and deeper. The way his cock curved hit all my sensitive spots and it wasn’t long before I was seeing stars, the noises that wanted so badly to break free past my lips but fell stuck within my throat as I was blissed out in pleasure. My muscles tightened around his cock as I experienced pure euphoria, “god you feel even better when you cum all over my cock sweetheart.” his hips continued working and I felt overstimulated, but I absolutely loved it. “Came that hard and I didn’t even have to touch your clit.”

As my body rocked, but boobs started spilling out of the strapless bra. Brian took notice and was quick to crane his neck down and lick around my hardened nipple. He licked, sucked, and lightly bit around the sensitive buds which only added to the extreme pleasure I was experiencing as my body started building up to another orgasm. I held his head in close with a desire to be as close to him as physically possible, aching to feel every inch of his skin, wanting nothing more but for him to feel exactly what I feel: Lustful love.

His hips started working faster and faster and his rhythm was slowly losing any trace of precise tempo. His hand slipped between us, fingers working at my clit and sending me over the edge once again with a cry.

“Princess… Gonna cum again. Where?” He couldn’t even get a full sentence out as he grit his teeth and words were quickly replaced with grunts.

“Cum daddy. Just do it. Wanna make you feel good!” I said as his head was buried in my shoulder, my arms wrapped around his neck bracing for his inevitable climax. With a few more harsh thrusts, he was buried deep within me as I felt warm spurts filling me, my legs holding us close together, intertwined as we pant and catch our breaths.

“I love you so much baby. I love you.” He said with a final kiss and our foreheads pressed together.

Once he had come down from his high, he went and grabbed a towel for me and helped clean me up.

“Thank you for tonight.” I said softly as he held me close in his arms.

“Anything for you princess. You deserve the world.” He kissed the top of my head and brushed my hair out of my face. “You have amazing taste in lingerie also.”

#suki writes #q x reader #brian quinn x reader #smut

[on-a-lucky-tide]

hi rawr! could I request a fluffy (or smutty 👀) vipurr fic with the prompt "you can't banish me, this is my bed too!"

perhaps they're both in kaer morhen for the winter or something

A/N: Gaetan takes up the entire bed. Letho falls out. Fluff ensues.

Letho clung onto the edge of the mattress, huge shoulders bunched, knees tucked up to his chest, and scowled into the darkness. Winters at Kaer Morhen were meant to be a time of rest. He only allowed himself to attend every few years—he couldn’t allow the wolves to start thinking they were friends or anything like that—but, recently, rest proved somewhat elusive.

The reason for Letho’s apparent insomnia snorted loudly into his pillow and stretched his willowy limbs out across the bed. There was a quiet, rumbling purr—brief, he must be having a pleasant dream—and then a muffled groan as he burrowed down into the blankets. Then, somehow—somehow—he proceeded to take up even more space; a knee pressed into the small of Letho’s back, shoving him closer to the brink.

How could someone so small—so slender­—take up that much room? It was a double bed. Used to belong to one of the old instructors, or so the wolves said. There was only one (and wasn’t that always the fucking way) and, as usual, Gaetan took the lion’s share (despite being the size of a tabby). He crowded Letho to the very edge every damned night.

A stray hand slapped the back of Letho’s head and that knee pushed hard enough to shove him over the lip of the mattress. He growled as he hit the floor with a loud thud. It was the last straw. “Gaetan!” 

“What—? What?!” The Cat snorted away, hands braced on the mattress, knees gathered beneath him and stared around the room in alarm. “Where is it? Don’t worry Letho, I’ll catch it under a glass.” When his sleepy brain finally caught up, he blinked at the Viper kneeling by the nightstand “Why’re you down there?” 

“What the fu—?” Letho squinted, and then shook his head; that was an issue for another time. “You need to stop takin’ up all the bed. This is—,” he clenched his teeth. “This is my bed too, damn it.” 

“Stop being melodramatic, there’s loads of room,” Gaetan gestured around him at the bountiful amount of mattress available now that he was crouched on the far side.

“You—it—do you know what? Fuck it. I’m sleeping on my bedroll,” Letho growled as he clambered to his feet, rolling out stiff limbs that had been bunched up for several hours. 

Gaetan frowned. “Hey, no, I—,” he watched his paramour skulk across the room towards his pack. “Give me one more chance.” 

The small sliver of desperation in his tone gave Letho pause and he turned back to the bed. His eyes were blown wide, lower lip slightly jutted, narrow shoulders hunched. It was the most adorable fucking thing Letho had ever seen in his life. The fact that he was completely naked, his medallion hanging down the middle of his lean chest, didn’t go amiss either. When Gaetan cuddled against him, warm and purring, it was Letho’s personal brand of heaven. With a sigh, Letho climbed back onto the foot of the bed. “One chance.”

“Okay,” Gaetan skittered out of the way and patted the space he’d just vacated. It was still warm when Letho fell into it with a soft groan of contentment, and Gaetan climbed on top of him with the blanket draped over his back and shoulders like a cape. “Better?” Gaetan asked, gazing up Letho’s chest from beneath the lip of the blanket once he’d settled.

“Mm,” Letho stroked his palms across Gaetan’s head, down his neck and across his back. “Yeah, this’ll do.” Seconds later, a low purr vibrated from his contented moggy, who began to knead idly at his chest and stomach. Gaetan was small—able to treat Letho’s huge form as a mattress in itself—but was far from delicate; his body was solid under Letho’s hands, all sinewy muscle and scarred skin. Perfect.

“I’m sorry, you’re just so warm, I kind of gravitate towards you,” Gaetan murmured, turning his face down into Letho’s chest with a contented ‘murr’. 

“Really? Feels more like you’re just a greedy little bastard,” Letho replied, his eyes closed.

“Yeah, valid,” Gaetan deflated with a heavy sigh. “Forgive me?”

“Yeah, yeah, just go to sleep.”

“Knock, knock,” Gaetan chirped.

“What now—?”

“Play along, scales.”

Letho sighed. “Who’s there?”

“Love.”

“Who?”

“Love you,” Gaetan wiggled, thoroughly pleased with himself, and took the kiss placed on top of his head as a return. These older Witchers were a little more reserved, but Gaetan knew what to watch out for. He could hear Letho’s heart thundering, caught the shuddery intake of breath, and the full body shiver of pleasure. To translate for the layman: “I love you too, moggy.”

#rawrkinwrites #Vipurr #Letho #Gaetan #Fluff #there was only one bed #And it's Gaetan's #Mwahaha

[this-idiots-left-eye]

I'd love to see more fics exploring Noé & Domi (not necessarily in a shipping light, though I do love those two. It's the ~history~ y'know! *chef's kiss*). But I also agree, Roland & Olivier are two characters that would be really fun to explore. What are they doing when they break out of chasseur mode? I find it amusing that Olivier is so popular with the ladies but can't be bothered by all that. Heh!

Hey there! I'm so so sorry it took me forever to get to your prompt!! I loved it and fully intended to return to it...but my inspiration sort of left as soon as it came.

So I thought maybe I'd use some of these prompts for the vnc countdown since it's giving me some more! I hope that's alright!

Enjoy!

Noé’s brow was creased, his hand to his chin,

“If you keep thinking that hard, your thoughts might decide to start walking out of your head.”

“Sorry, Teacher.”

“No need to apologize,” his teacher laughed, more than anything at Noés mundane reaction at such a strange statement, “I just thought your head might appreciate a little relief. Come now, let’s look at the options over here!“ He beckoned him to the next part of the store. “What do you think?”

Noé observed the dresses towering above him, trying not to think too hard this time. He didn’t want to say he didn’t like them till he gave them a proper think over.

Then he turned to the side…and saw it.

A dress of brilliant gold, with flowers, butterflies and bows—though nothing too terribly lavish, just perfect little accents.

Noé’s eyes became stars, and his hands became triumphant fists at his sides.

“That one.” He pointed like an explorer who’d found land.

His Teacher raised an eyebrow, lifting his head to find the object of fascination. “Ah! You have taste, my dear Noé! A fine piece!”—He called for assistance—“Our dear Dominique will look lovely in that.”

He agreed. Even with her hair like that, and her eyes all sad, she would look beautiful in this. He could only hope she would be able to see it too.

*

Noé sat in a chair in Dominique’s room, swinging his legs back and forth, waiting patiently, but determinedly.

Domi came in what might have been minutes, but felt like hours later. It still made him sad to see her hair so short, and her eyes ever glazed. Gold looked better when it was allowed to shine.

She was still wearing Louis’ waistcoat.

Noé shot up at her arrival and Domi’s eyes widened upon seeing him there.

“I have—!" He fumbled with the box, almost dropping it, but managed to regain composure, holding it out to her. “I have something for you!”

Domi didn’t say anything. The curiosity in her eyes was almost imperceptible beneath that glaze, but it was there. She took the lid off the box and observed the article within. Her eyes widened, and she looked from it to Noé.

“Domi, would you please join me for dinner tonight?”

“Huh? We always have dinner together.” Her voice was low and soft.

He smiled, though there was something sad in his eyes at hearing her voice. “Yes, but tonight’s special! I know this request might seem a little strange, but I would like you to meet me in the woods later!” He pulled a badly drawn map of the forest out of his pocket and pointed at an over-exaggerated X on it. “At this location!” He looked up at her, and the look in his eyes told her she couldn’t refuse. “Will you?”

Domi’s brow furrowed. “You haven’t lost it have you, Noé?”

“Please let me know if I have! Teacher says if I think too hard my thoughts might walk right out of my head!”

“He was just saying that.”

“We can only hope, but I still don’t want to chance it.”

*

Domi’s thoughts frayed as she looked at herself in that golden dress. Like a rope that isn’t quite sure it can hold onto anything.

It was Louis. It was supposed to be Louis.

Why did they pick her? Why? Why was he cursed, and she blessed? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair they had to choose. Choices were for ice cream flavors, and what book you wanted to read, not for brothers and sisters.

Not for twins.

That word gummed up her mouth, even when she didn’t say it aloud.

Twins. She and Louis, twins. Part of her still couldn’t believe it, and the other part of her could only believe it.

That word had one benefit. With her hair cut, and wearing his clothes, she could pass for him.

Which was surely what everyone wanted. All as it should have been.

She could pretend to be Louis. And pretending to be Louis was…better that truly being Domi…wasn’t it?

So…why did Noé want her to wear this dress? Didn’t Noé prefer her looking like Louis?

“I like it when you have your hair long too. It feels so much like you’re Domi, then, and…I really like it.”

Or perhaps…

Would he like that? Would he really?

She looked at herself in this dress and she thought in some far-off part of her brain that, perhaps she was beautiful. And perhaps he picked this dress because he knew she would like it, and he knew she would look nice in it.

But she would have looked better in it if her hair were longer.

*

Noé was so glad to have Domi.

He missed Louis, and he wanted Louis back, certainly. But he was glad to have Domi, and he wanted Domi to be, well, Domi. She was no pale imitation of her brother, and didn’t deserve to be treated as such.

It made him so sad to see her cut her hair, and put herself in Louis’ clothes. It made him so sad that she thought that’s what she was, what they all wanted.

He had to show her he appreciated her.

He waited in his chair at the table with equally determined, yet barely simmering excitement.

Noé had once read a book Teacher brought from the human world in which a group of mad characters had tea in the forest. Noé thought it was rather fantastic idea, and asked Teacher if they could accomplish such a thing. The table had to be long, and the tea had to be all over it, with lots of cakes too. Teacher laughed, said What an amusing notion, and that he was sure he could set something up.

Noé wasn’t sure exactly how, but when he and Murr entered the forest, was delighted to find it almost exactly as he’d pictured. (Okay, not exactly. There was more substantial dinner food than tea, and not nearly enough desserts, but still.)

When Domi came through the forest Noé stood up, like she was a princess who deserved respect. And he wouldn’t say she didn’t look like it; he had made the right choice. The short hair looked kind of nice with it.

“You look great!” He pumped his fist at his side again.

Domi looked at the ground, but brushed her hair behind her ear.

“Why are we doing this?” She asked, but her eyes scanned the table and the dishes with that barely perceptible curiosity.

“It’s for you!”

“I mean what are we celebrating?”

“Uhh, we’re celebrating you, then, I guess!” Noé continued determinedly, pulling out a chair for Domi, as Teacher poured some blood into her goblet.

“But it’s not my birthday.” She continued looking at the setup as she sat down.

“Why does it have to be for us to want to celebrate you?” Noé sat down in another chair next to hers.

Domi’s eyes widened, and her eyes changed as she observed the table, becoming more awed, with an almost tearful shimmer to them.

When she turned back to look at Noé, for the first time since Louis’ death, he thought he really was really seeing Domi.

* Fin *

I really hope you like what I came up with! I had hoped it would be longer but I do really like the idea. And please do send me another prompt if you were hoping for something different, or else have a new idea!

Oh also, I realized after I wrote it that it's possible Noé couldn't leave the manor at that age, but I don't remember, and I didn't want to change the beginning since I realized this when I was about to post

For Roland and Olivier, I don't have something ready quite yet, but I am working on something, and I thought I'd post a snippet here for you! I'm honestly quite proud of this XD

Olivier was having a perfectly satisfactory morning. His coffee smelled just the right shade of black, and was perfectly scalding. He brought a book he’d been hoping to read for a while, but hadn’t had the time for. He lit a cigarette, and the smoke was as decadent to him as any dessert. He was just opening up said book, just bringing the cigarette to his lips when—

“OLIVIER!”

Oliver didn’t jump. Didn’t shout or otherwise react in surprise at the sudden disruption to his morning. Instead, very slowly, he closed the book, very carefully he set down his coffee. Very slowly, he lifted the cigarette and took a long drag, blowing out a wisp of smoke.

And he silently regretted (not for the first time) telling Roland where his favorite coffee shop was.

Question. For this Roland and Olivier fic, would you be more interested in reading about them running around trying to help someone find their lost pet, or a fic exploring them going to fly that small aircraft Roland was talking about? Or do you have another idea for what Roland might be worked up about? XD Feel free to put it in my ask box, I could always put this fic with that ask!

Thanks so much for sending me this prompt!!

#vnc #vanitas no carte #vanitas no shuki #noe archiviste #the case study of vanitas #dominique de sade #noé archiviste #olivier obsidian #Roland fortis #les memoires de vanitas #les mémoires de vanitas #vnc asks #vnc prompts #vanitas #vanitas no carte fanfiction #vnc fanfiction #vnc fanfic #vnc fic #vnc writers

[annonmaly]

Ok, It's Not Red. So What?

"Oh, It's Not Red" continuation

Welcome to the third part of my posts regarding Mochijun-sensei's official VnC artworks. This is just a continuation of the 2nd part (there will be no artworks to be discussed). I will just share some absurd ideas that I came up with after my realization (some may already be out there). If there's any chance that you stumbled to the prior post and decided to continue. I salute you brave warriors that assume I would mention anything that makes any sense. To those who have no time to read a post that only talked about Murr's eye color. Here's a summary: I realized Murr's right eye is not red.

Curious as to how did I come to this conclusion? Check it out here: Oh, It's Not Red (You may not read the first part as it isn't related to this. But if you want to, it's here: Regarding some of VnC Artwork this title is so uncreative)

As usual, a friendly reminder that best in writing is an award I never received. I'm not the person who could analyze, explain, or theorize things clearly. Please bear that in mind while reading. Photos are not mine, of course. Also, spoiler alert to be safe

Now that it's all said and done. Let's go ahead and talk about Murr.

By this time, we already know who is Murr. And I think we all agree that the cat is not just a cute mascot of the series. I bet that he would be a game-changer (yes, I'm putting Murr on a high pedestal). The question is: What do you think of Murr's role in the story?

After spending hours and hours of reading here and there, the common theories I found are:

1. Murr is Sensei (The Shapeless One)

Sensei is an observer. And where is the best place to observe? It's beside your subject of interest. Also, as his title suggests, he is shapeless, so maybe he could shapeshift into anything he wants. This sounds probable but, I do not lean on this much for two reasons.

Personal preference. If this is true, Sensei is weird, not terrifying. I mean, instead of doing scary and shady affairs during his free time, he decided to be a cat just to watch Noé.

Look at the image below closely.

Did you found Murr? No? Take a closer look at Louis. At first, I thought he was just reading, but his book has a weird shape. Where did I see that again? Oh, right.

Not yet satisfied? See this panel from the manga. This is after the first image's scene.

(Grandpa obviously has his favorites)

I think the cat Louis' holding is Murr. Thus, there's a panel where Sensei and Murr are together. That's the second reason I'm skeptical about this theory, folks.

Well, we also don't know. Maybe grandpa killed the cat so he could disguise himself as one.

2. Murr is a spy camera of Grandpa De Sade

It's a simple one. The theory goes like this: Murr's right eye connects to Sensei in whatever way. This panel is what inspires this theory:

(This cat really is suspicious, I bet he is one of the puppet masters of this arc along with Sensei)

This theory is what I'm more inclined to believe. I suppose the cat is working under/with Grandpa for their grand schemes. So, of course, he would report to Sensei the events that took place. Whether he is using his right eye or whatever means it is.

Going to my personal thoughts...

I guess that Murr was a kin of the vampire of the blue moon. He used the power too much, and thus he was rewritten from the inside. Alas, Murr became a cat! Why is he heterochromatic, tho?

Ok, kidding aside, there are two ideas I want to share.

1. Possibly Twins

Mochijun-sensei dropped the bomb in chapter 46. She gave us the idea that the theme of twins would be relevant in the story. Here is the page where Veronica mentioned the thing about twins:

Then three chapters later when Misha forced Noé to drink his blood and reveal his memory. Mochijun-Sensei dropped another bomb.

After seeing this, we speculated that Faustina and Luna are twins. I love that thought. Just imagine how complex the relationship it would be between the two. But if we think about it. What if this is just a misdirection? First, Mochijun-sensei makes us aware that the subject of twins is somewhat important. And while that information is still fresh in our memory, she dropped another bomb and told us that the blue vampire and the queen looked alike. Mochijun-sensei set this up so that we could connect the two easily.

All we know is that: Vampire twins are a symbol of bad luck, and Luna looks like Faustina. This is just me overthinking things, but what's life without competition. So, let's add three more names to the list that could be a set of twins.

Murr and Luna: Because why not? His left eye is blue. Also, Luna's left eye was never shown in the series. It's always hidden by her hair, maybe it's a different color.

Noé and Luna: Let's just say he is older than the series claimed him to be. Noé's memory started on the day that it snowed. I believe that Mochijun-sensei is keeping the timeline vague since it would reveal too much information. I mean, we don't know how long time passed from the day Noé was found by the old couple to the day Sensei brought him to the castle in the forest. Keep in mind that the vampire's growth differs for each person, as well.

Also, is the story the Noé and Sensei told trustworthy?

(How kind are this kidnappers that the kid was not traumatized? Also what's with the injuries. I don't much about slave trading in VnC world. But, if you're going to sell something you don't want it to have visible damage right. Sorry if the comparison sounds offending)

As far as I could tell, Sensei is shady, like really. Noé's memory is also not reliable. After all, someone out there may have the ability to manipulate memories. What if Noé was was born ages ago and was induced to sleep for a long time for whatever reasons?

Going back to Noé and Luna. Mochijun-sensei is giving us subtle hints of his association with Luna. I only saw Luna from one chapter, but I could say they are somewhat similar aside from the hair and skin(?) color (I will make a list later if I still have of time on hand).

(Child Noé and Luna both have similar haistyle, they have the "lid" as Mochijun-sensei called it. Their eyes are different tho')

Go on, read chapter 49, you'll see what I mean. Also, take note that at some panels (especially the ones where Noé is feeling extreme emotions), Noé's left eye was hidden by his hair or something. Who else out there that we don't see her left eye? Yup, the vampire of the blue moon (I have a weird feeling about Noe's left eye that I will share later) To conclude this, I think that Noé was not from this era. He is actually from the past and preserved in whatever way from whatever reason. And maybe he is actually the twin brother of Luna, seeing that they have a resemblance.

For now, I won't say that he's a reincarnation of Luna (I may change my mind later) as the timeline doesn't coincide. Besides, human Vani's reaction when Misha told him that there's a way to revive Luna is intense. Meaning he wants Luna to stay dead. I also believe that human Vani is hiding "something" he knows about Noé. So if Noé's a reincarnated Luna, there's no way human Vani would stay with him.

Murr and Noé

If you saw my previous post. I convinced myself that Murr's right eye's color is violet (the same shade as Noé's). That's why I decided to include them here. I have no definitive reasoning aside from their eye color and how Murr treated Noé in the series.

In the meantime, I'll write the scenario in my head. What if Murr and Noé are twins. Something happened when they were young, and so they were separated. Noé was somewhere we don't know yet, while Murr encountered Vampire Vanitas and Grandpa DeSade. Then the rest is history.

I swear I didn't expect it to be this long, at any rate, this would be to be continued here: Ok, It's Not Red. So What? (continuation)

Note: This is just a random theory, thoughts, assumptions, and/or head-canons. I wrote this to indulge my over-thinking self. Thank you for taking the time to read and understanding if I made any mistakes or post whatever it is you don’t agree on.

#thoughts about vnc panels

[hunidlo]

Call of Fire

CHAPTER 5 - The Quarry

Rating: M

Word Count: 3K

Pairing: The Mandalorian x F!Reader

Warnings: slow burn fic, language, this chapter is quite safe :)

Summary: You’re still not sure whether you should trust the Mandalorian. Both of you have your secrets and none of you is willing to share them with each other just yet.

Previous Chapter  //  Masterlist

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“Mando!” you hear someone shouting across the parking area as you and your armour-clad companion descend the ramp. “Didn’t expect you to be back so soon.”

You landed on Nevarro just moments ago.

“I need to refuel and repair my ship,” the Mandalorian replies and grabs the man's outstretched forearm to greet him.

“My people will get right on it” the man gestures towards some mechanics nearby and they immediately get to work. “Shall we?” he tilts his head and shows the way with his hand.

The Mandalorian nods and you all walk to the city.

“I don’t think I’ve had the honour yet,” the man says, turning his head to you. “Grief Karga, I am one of Mando’s dear friends.”

Friends? You did not expect the Mandalorian to have a friend given his hostile demeanor. Moreover, the plural indicates he has more than one. Who would have thought.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” a grunt comes from under the bescar mask.

Karga lets out an amused chuckle, “Of course I am.”

You give Karga your name in return, smile a little, and shake his hand.

His face expression suggests he’s expecting you to elaborate and tell him more about yourself or your relationship with the Mandalorian but you just silently blink at him. You are not even sure what your reply should be. What are you to the Mandalorian? His passenger? Probably. But you do not intend to share more about the circumstances that made you into one or your destination for that matter. Fortunately, he doesn’t ask more questions when you don’t provide the information. 

“Hope he has been treating you nicely,” Karga continues after a couple of moments.

“You mean this?” you ask, pointing at your bruised face which he’s clearly referring to. Thanks to the ointment the Mandalorian gave you, it is now looking significantly less painful than it did yesterday but it’s still undeniable that someone has whacked you pretty hard. “Would be much worse, if it wasn’t for him.”

The Mandalorian turns his look to you for a brief moment almost as if surprised to hear you actually admit he saved your pitiful ass from the bandits. 

Yesterday you told him some nasty things and blamed him for your friend’s death but the fire and rage are now gone and you feel like yourself again—like a rational person who knows the Mandalorian was right about him being the reason why you are still alive now. 

“Is that right?,” Karga says and looks at the Mandalorian, his eyebrows raised. “You have to tell me all about it someday but right now I’d like to talk to Mando here alone for a moment if you don’t mind. Why don’t you look around the city in the meantime? You have to try Murr’s sandwiches. He has a stand just down this street. Tell him, I sent you.”

“O-Okay,” you smile hesitantly at Karga and turn to the Mandalorian. “How do I find you?”

“I’ll find you. Don’t leave the city,” he says.

You don’t like this solution very much.

He does not wait for your consent though and before you can come up with a response, both men disappear in the crowd, leaving you on your own in the foreign city.

Well, if he leaves you here, at least he has decided to do so on an inhabited planet, right? 

“Okay, you can do this,” you try to reassure yourself as you walk towards the marketplace. You have never visited a foreign planet in your adult life and already feel lost and out of place. “You can do this.”

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“I didn’t think you’d be the type to bring a date along with you,” Karga says when they arrive at his office. “But good for you, my friend, she seems—”

“The deal’s off,” the Mandalorian is fed up with the chit chat.

“Wait ... What? Why?”

“How many tracking fobs did you give away this time?”

“Only one. To you.”

The Mandalorian sighs, puts hands on his hips and shakes his head. “The deal’s off,” he repeats resolutely.

“Come on, Mando. Talk to me. What happened? Have you found the quarry?”

“Yes.”

“Well? Where are they?”

The Mandalorian sits down on one of the chairs, leans back with a relieved sigh and puts his legs on Karga’s desk, crossing them. “You’ve just sent her to buy a sandwich,” he says bluntly.

“What? Her? Fuck, Mando!” Karga starts panicking while his armour-clad friend remains stoic and lazily folds his arms behind his head. “What the … I told you the quarry might be dangerous. Why isn’t she in carbonite or in binders?”

“She’s not dangerous. I know for a fact that she has never held a weapon in her hand.”

“That doesn’t mean—”

“It can’t be her,” the Mandalorian growls.

“How can you be so sure? What do you actually know about her?”

The Mandalorian takes a second to think. “I watched her, saw her with the villagers … her friend … she’s no killer.”

“She might not be a killer herself, but she’s the reason people are dead—.”

“She’s a fucking farmer ...,” the Mandalorian finally erupts and both men stare at each other in complete silence for a few seconds.

“Why did you bring her here, then?” Sensing the growing tension—Karga decides not to push the heavily armed men in his office any further. "Wouldn’t it be safer to leave her on her planet and say you haven't found her?”

“Things got … complicated,” comes from under the metal helmet glumly.

“Not again …”

“This wasn’t a regular job for the guild and you know it. I agreed to do it as a favour to you,” the Mandalorian reproves.

“I know and I didn't mean to sound ungrateful … Let’s assume you are right. What is your plan now?”

Taking his boots off the desk and bending over to rest his elbows on his things, the Mandalorian contemplates his reply for a beat, knowing damn well he might regret his decision. “I’m not turning her in. You can tell your friend on Carajam they hunt the wrong person. She’s not an informant for the Empire … or whatever’s left of it.”

Karga sighs deeply. “Okay, I’ll think of something … By the way, why did you ask whether I gave away more tracking fobs?”

“Someone attacked us. I think they were tracking her too.”

“Then you know they won’t stop looking for her.”

“Probably.”

“So what are you going to do?”

”Not sure yet. She wants me to take her to her parents—to Hoth.”

“Mind to elaborate?”

“That’s all I know, she only cares about getting to her parents. However … I do have a feeling she might be hiding something.”

“Told you …”

“Having a problematic relationship with your parents doesn’t necessarily mean you’re a threat to society.” The Mandalorian leans back again and fidgets with his gloved fingers unconsciously.

“Hoth, you say?” Karga places his index finger against his lips, thinking. “Tell you what … get her to Hoth, see what you find there, help her find her parents, find out as much as you can about her and then you can decide whether you’ll turn her in or let her go. I won’t question your decision then and will deal with Rungrell.”

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You walk through the marketplace. Never have you been to such a city. The only place comparable to this one was the fishing town on your planet that you visited several times when you joined the men who ventured there to buy some new tools and equipment for farming. It wasn’t as lively though. There are various vendors selling food and gadgets you have never seen in your life, and you feel like stopping at each and every one of them to find out whether their goods could be of any use to you.

You haven’t bought anything so far other than the sandwich Karga has recommended to you. The vendor was a nice elderly Cerean called Murr who—having heard about who sent you—gave you the most expensive sandwich he had for free. Karga was right, it was delicious. The last food you ate was what the Mandalorian gave you several hours ago. It was some processed food that no doubt was nutritious, but far from tasteful.

It’s been nearly two hours since the Mandalorian left you in the city all by yourself and you are wondering whether he will ever come back for you. 

What will you do if he doesn’t? Will you be able to find someone else on this planet who would give you a ride to Hoth? Maybe you could ask Karga, he seemed nice and trustworthy enough—and apparently has connections around here—maybe he would be able to help. Yes, that is what you would do. You don’t have much credits but you could find a job here, work for a couple of months and then pay someone with a ship. You will not give up on your quest to find your parents, that’s for sure.

Despite having an emergency plan, you cannot help but feel a bit sad and disappointed about the possibility of the Mandalorian leaving you behind without even saying goodbye. Sure, he has no responsibility towards you and was right when he said that he didn’t agree to take you to Hoth. Still, you wish … you want to spot him leaning against one of the sales stands or the buildings on either side of the street so you eagerly keep looking around hoping to set your eyes on the familiar man in shiny armour. If nothing, you should at least thank him.

You stop at the stand that displays and sells all sorts of trinkets and lucky charms, of which most look like useless junk. You do not even pay attention to any of the items—being too lost in your thoughts when you hear a modulated voice—almost a raspy whisper—coming from behind your ear. “You’d better buy a pair of good boots and some warm clothes instead of browsing through trash …“

The Mandalorian is standing behind you, leaning over your shoulder to look at the counter in front of you.

You sigh at the familiar sound, smile in relief and turn to face him. 

“... Unless you want to freeze to death, that is …” he finishes, his visor now trained down at you.

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” You try to hide the fact that his proximity still gives you the chills with a light teasing tone.

“Nothing,” the beskar-clad gunslinger says, not moving a muscle to give you more space, ”but I thought you wanted to go to Hoth … and Hoth is an icy planet.”

“Oh,” you squeak, dumbfounded, “I didn’t know.” Really. It did not occur to you that Hoth might have a different climate than the one you are used to. Sometimes your naivety surprises even yourself. You have never seen snow. There were winters on your part of the planet but they were rather mild and dry. It never snowed there. “Where should I … Can I get anything that I need here?”

“I think I might know a place.” He turns swiftly and strides across the marketplace to a shop in one of the dark alleys.

“So you’re gonna take me to Hoth then,” you breathe out, trying to keep up with his pace. 

“Do I have a choice?” He doesn’t sound particularly happy about it but he isn’t angry either. 

That’s a pleasant turn of events, you think.

“Well, you could have left me here. In fact, I thought you would.”

“I come to Nevarro quite often, meaning every time I’d be here, you wouldn’t stop bothering me about taking you to Hoth.”

“That’s probably correct,” you laugh softly but still can't get rid of the feeling that there’s more to it than he lets out.

It seems that this shop sells anything one can think of. You can see all sorts of tools, spare droid parts, small machinery, devices and even second-hand armours. Apparently, the Mandalorian is a regular customer here, judging by the friendly yet respectful way the owner greets him. 

The vendor needs to go through almost everything she has in stock but finally manages to find what you need and sells you a warm light blue jacket, boots, woollen hat and a pair of mittens.

“I guess I should buy some food for the trip too,” you turn to the Mandalorian, holding the last credits you have in your open palm when you leave the shop. The garments cost you more than a half of your credits but you don’t want to live off of the Mandalorian’s supplies so you just hope what you have will be enough.

“I already took care of that. Let’s go,” he utters.

“But …”

He senses your objection. “You said your parents were rich, didn’t you? You can pay me later.”

So, is this his motivation for helping you? Credits? He didn’t seem interested when you tried to buy him the first time, telling him your parents were rich.

“Okay.” You try to supress the thought of what his reaction will be when he finds out you were lying to him.

It’s a strange feeling—walking a couple of steps behind the Mandalorian, accompanying him to his ship and seeing all the people in the streets trying to get out of his way as soon as they set eyes on him. You wonder whether it is the armour and mystery of a masked assassin or whether they actually had the chance to witness what he’s capable of. It’s like they know that he can be a lot of trouble when messed with and for some reason, being part of his crew now and getting the same respect as he does emboldens you. It seems like they fear you too, just because you are with him. You secretly wish you had this kind of vibe when the bandits came to your village.

You make a couple of quick steps to catch up with him. “I heard Karga calling you Mando ...” You try to initiate a small talk despite knowing that the Mandalorian isn’t a talkative type per se. “Is that a name I can use to call you too since you’ve not given me your real one?”

In fact, you do not even expect him to give you his name. During the couple of days you have spent in his presence, you learnt he prefers not giving up too much about himself so the simple hm that you get from him as an answer is enough for you to continue. “So Mando, have you ever been to Hoth before?”

“No,” he says shortly.

“Neither have I. Well, you already know that …” Idiot, you scold yourself for making such a stupid comment. “Overall, I haven’t been to many planets in my life.” For an unknown reason, you progressively get more and more nervous.

“I figured.”

Of course he did. How could he not …

“You travel a lot?”

“My job requires it.”

“What’s the nicest—”

“What are your parents doing on Hoth?” he cuts you off unexpectedly. 

You practised the answer to this question when you were on your own in the marketplace today as you had a hunch it might come up sooner or later. “Um, my father was a pilot, he served in the Rebel Alliance.” You can’t lie, yet you have done it several times now with Mando, hoping he can’t see through it. “My parents left me on my mother’s home planet to make sure I’m safe. That was fifteen years ago. I was told there is a Rebel base on Hoth, my parents should be there.” Okay this part was true.

“Why now?”

“Hm?” You look at him puzzled.

“Why have you decided to look for them now?” he clarifies.

Is he going somewhere with all these questions or is he just genuinely interested.

“I learnt their location only after Zulu died. She wanted me to reunite with them. I just wish to see them again, that’s all.”

The Mandalorian stops in his tracks and looks at you, his head slightly tilted to the side in suspicion. You have no idea what is going through his head, however, you are glad he doesn’t ask any more questions for now and continues walking after a beat.

“You’re good to go,” the Morseerian mechanic announces when you get to the ship.

“Thank you,” Mando replies simply.

Wow, apparently he can be polite when he wants to.

You help him load the supplies and prepare for take off. 

“Here,” Mando comes to you when you put down the last crate, holding a package in his hands, offering it to you.

It’s …

“A towel?” You blink at him with wide eyes.

Well, that’s a surprise.

“You mentioned, you didn’t have time to pack.”

“No … I mean yeah. Um, thank you.”

If someone had asked you a day ago what your opinion of the silent, always grumpy Mandalorian was, you would have probably said he was an uncivilized jerk and you regretted ever setting foot on his damn ship. But now … he gave you a towel—such a small, meaningless gesture and yet you can’t help but smile at him with gratitude.

He climbs up to the cockpit without a word, leaving you in the cargo hold still staring at the piece of fabric in your hands—perplexed.

When you eventually join him, he’s already pressing some buttons and typing coordinates, getting reading to take off.

“Buckle u—” he turns to you only to see that you are already seated and have fastened your seat belt.

“I'm a quick learner,” you smirk.

You cannot see his expression but you’re quite sure he’s smiling now, judging by the little puff he makes—almost resembling a gentle chuckle—before he turns back to the control panel and takes off.

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VNC Chapter 44 Analysis

Well, I think the main takeaway most people had with this chapter is that Vanitas is a lot less collected than we all thought. And I completely agree. XD Clearly, I've given this fellow too much credit in my fanfic.

Anyhow, it almost goes without saying that we learned a lot about Vanitas in this chapter, but we also learned a surprisingly large amount about Roland, so let's dig in.

The first thing that struck me as noteworthy was Noé's complete and utter overreaction. We already knew that he never really had to do things for himself with Louis and Dominique constantly taking care of him when he was young. For example, Mochizuki pointed out that they always helped him clean his room, and he is now terrible at being tidy. In other words, Noé was a touch spoiled. This is relevant because it explains why he has never had to take care of an ill person once in his life, so if Vanitas says he can't continue on then, by Noé's logic, he really must be dying.

Thus, it's completely fair when Manet and Nox wonder if these two are children; they're both certainly acting like it. XD

Still, Noé is coming from a place of genuine concern; he's never seen Vanitas act like this just like we haven't.

Before I move on, one thing I'd like to point out is the difference between Noé and Luca's reaction to the people they care about acting oddly. Luca immediately goes to someone he knows Jeanne trusts--a friend in other words. Meanwhile, Noé goes to the nearest authority figure he can find: Count Orlok. I think this is telling on both their parts.

Luca is someone who was raised to be the authority figure. While he doesn't like it even remotely, he knows he has to solve things for himself. He probably also knows the value of going to someone you know you can trust; he's surrounded by the aristocracy and he knows you can't trust just anyone with delicate information.

Noé has blind faith in authority figures on the other hand. He obeys Teacher without question, accepts Ruthven's presence in his hotel room as something he has a right to do in chapter 19, and he always listens to Dominique no matter what. Both she and Teacher are the ones that choose what his clothes look like according to the extra in the back of volume 3.

I suppose what I'm getting at is that Noé is very comfortable, accustomed even, to other people making decisions for him. He's not the one who has chosen most anything in his life, and I think this attitude started when he was very young. Certainly being sold as a slave and accepting that whoever bought him would be his "master" was a mindset he probably had to develop to survive and he may not have fully grown out of it. I'm sure it was only compounded by being surrounded by people who doted on him and protected him and made sure he never even had to make a decision for himself. His attitude is born of a very strange mix of neglect and indulgence.

In other words, Noé has a lot of potential problems he needs to sort out, and I'm sure his independence is going to be one of them.

Getting back on track, all of this is to say it's not surprising Noé goes to Count Orlok when he can't find Amelia. In theory, he could have tracked Dante down, someone Vanitas sort-of trusts, but he doesn't. It could because it would have been too hard to find him, but personally I don't think it even crossed his mind. He doesn't know what to do; someone else is supposed to handle these matters.

As for Vanitas, he is a complete wreck in this chapter. XD I think Vanitas is the kind of character that likes to act like he's calm, collected, and definitely knows what he's doing. It's even easy for us, the readers, to think the same because he has the book, he has the powers, he knows all about vampires when even the vampire protagonist doesn't, so it would make sense.

But all of that ignores the fact that Vanitas has also shown some definite signs of being slightly unhinged in awkward social situations from the very start. How does he befriend Noé? He stalks him all across Paris. How does he react when Noé gets closer to understanding him? He draws a dagger at him and tells him to go away. Alternatively, he calls him a slur and tries to make him leave. How does he handle Dominique accusing him of loving VotBM? He goes on a full-blown rant in the middle of a vampiric ball and generally makes a fool of himself.

So, the fact that he's a complete mess when he realizes he has genuine affection for someone is actually a lot less surprising in this context. Vanitas is trying to be someone he isn't. In other words, all that pompous know-how is a complete facade. 8D

So, in line with him making a fool of himself at the ball, he proceeds to make a fool of himself in front of Orlok, Nox, and Manet and, frankly, Noé.

Manet understandably wasn't expecting this information, but what's more interesting is that it confirms the fact that Vanitas really hadn't told Noé a thing after Gévaudan. The fact that he has now snapped and is telling everyone in the whole room shows just how affected he was. But what's also interesting is that he only starts to talk about this when there are other people. He couldn't just tell Noé himself. Perhaps because he thinks Noé won't have any advice?

And this is the definition of oversharing. XD Even Noé looks like he's wondering what on earth Vanitas is saying.

Honestly, this is more the kind of awkward, wildly inappropriate confession I might expect from Noé except that Noé would have the sense to only say something like this to someone he trusts, like when he told Dominique he thought Vanitas's blood smelled good. Still not the most tactful thing, but a whole lot better than describing, in some detail, the torrid affair you're having to a room full of people you barely know. 8D

As a side note, this pretty much confirms what I was saying in my last meta: Vanitas didn't enjoy Jeanne drinking his blood previously, at least not all that much. This time he did, and that definitely shows a shift in their relationship. As for how all of that works, it could be because Jeanne is fonder of him as well. Perhaps a vampire's toxin is in tune with that kind of thing? Unfortunately, we just don't know enough at this point to say.

Regardless, it means that when Vanitas went on that long rant to Jeanne in chapter 12 about how great it felt when she drank his blood and how they were definitely compatible, was yet more lying. It's kind of, possibly, true now though, hence his freakout.

Anyway, Orlok and co. decided Vanitas's "emergency" really wasn't that much of an emergency and they were understandably kicked out. I like that they were apparently very careful with Murr and included some treats for him as well. They really do love that cat. Knowing what we kind of know about Murr now I have to wonder: is this some kind of elaborate manipulation...?

But Noé, apparently still taking Vanitas's malady very seriously despite all that weird stuff about Jeanne, is not content with being kicked out.

I suppose the point here is that, despite knowing what Vanitas said was improper, he still isn't quite catching the gravity of things, and he's still convinced Vanitas is dying rather than having an existential breakdown over love.

Meanwhile, Vanitas is walking around in a haze in Paris, thinking about Jeanne, her smile, and the promise he made her. We get a look at his face, and I think it actually gives some pretty solid insight into what he's thinking:

He clenches his fist, his face is flushed, and he looks worried, distressed. The problem here isn't just that he cares about someone and doesn't know how to deal with it. No, it's actually much worse than that: he cares about someone and he promised he'd kill her if she ever lost herself and Vanitas, cursed with a certain understanding of just how bad things can get, knows he might actually have to keep this promise, a promise he may now regret making.

So, he's flustered because he cares, frightened because he cares, but also terrified because he knows things can only go badly from here. And, more than anything else, he knows he might actually be in love.

It only makes sense he'd think of Noé's original question here. It's not just that Noé is the one who's been trying to figure all this out (not Vanitas), but Vanitas knows Noé is the reason he's gotten into this much "trouble" in the first place. Opening up, caring about people, making promises he might not be able to keep... He is definitely blaming Noé for all of that. I wouldn't be surprised if he finds a way of blaming Noé for his romantic entanglement as well, which may be the actual reason he's avoided talking to Noé: he blames him, but he's also supremely embarrassed.

And in the midst of all this confusion and pain who is added to the picture? None other than our one and only Roland!

I think that might be my favorite image of the whole chapter. XD

Earlier in this meta I mentioned that we almost learn more about Roland in this chapter than anyone else, and it's thanks to Vanitas's exchange with him that we do!

The first thing we learn about Roland is something we've already had inklings of in earlier chapters: he's far more tactful and calculative than he would have people believe. He refers to Vanitas as "Vincent" and says Olivier is his coworker. Immediately, he has established that, for one, he's very good with details. He remembers exactly how Vanitas introduced himself and Noé when they first met. Furthermore, he knows Vanitas likely doesn't want to get further entangled in chasseur affairs, so he lets him know that he isn't with a random friend: this is someone potentially dangerous to Vanitas.

Not that it does much good because Vanitas isn't exactly thinking clearly.

This one, singular statement from Olivier is surprisingly revealing! I'd had a headcanon that Roland has had past relationships and it turns out that is absolutely true. Apparently, Olivier not only knows about them, he doesn't care, provided Roland isn't out and about doing anything else. He doesn't say what, specifically, because Vanitas is there, but we already know he's worried about what Roland is doing with the chasseurs and whether he's going to betray the Church. Not so much because he thinks Roland is wrong, exactly, but because he doesn't want any trouble for himself.

These two have an odd relationship. XD Olivier clearly understands the way Roland is, accepts it even, but he draws the line at Roland dragging everyone else into his schemes, hence why he offered to buy Vanitas the coffee in the first place.

Anyway, Vanitas ignores all that because Olivier brought up the only subject he cares about and wants advice on: women.

This is my other favorite image from this chapter. His face is the perfect encapsulation of "What are you doing? I was just trying to get you out of trouble and now you're sitting down? You're going to stay?!" The fixed grin, the panic. This is a thing of beauty.

Naturally, things only get more awkward because that's just the trajectory Vanitas has set for himself in this chapter.

I also just want to point out that the smoking, the string of relationships, the casual dining, the flying, the actual job, all point to Roland being a fair amount older than Noé and Vanitas. Probably mid-20s about? I'm sure that he and Olivier are the same age, regardless, though potentially from different class backgrounds. Olivier is decked out in aristocratic garb and Roland is dressed for flying. That doesn't necessarily mean he's poorer, but the impression I get from him is that he's probably middle class at most. I think there was an extra that mentioned he supports his siblings? I'm not sure now.

Anyway, after those 15 minutes of awkward rambling, Vanitas finally gets around to the question he's been meaning to ask. Apparently, Roland knows all about it.

There's kind of a lot to cover in those three images. Roland has not only had past relationships, he's had several. Judging by Olivier's remark, they've all been remarkably short. One has to wonder if we're talking one-night-stand kind of short or it-lasted-for-a-week-before-my-preaching-became-too-much kind of short. Maybe Mochizuki will enlighten us someday. XD

But the most interesting thing is how hesitant Roland is to discuss Olivier's relationships and how Olivier doesn't even deign Vanitas's question with an answer. Yes, he's popular, but no, he's not going to talk about who he's with and neither is Roland. When Roland says "I'm one thing, but Olivier...?" it could mean a few things: he thinks it makes sense for himself to be "promiscuous" but the thought of Olivier being the same is impossible. Personally, I find this the most likely for now. Alternatively, it's one thing to casually discuss his own affairs, but gossiping about a friend goes against his code of honor and Vanitas is kind of asking a personal question. There is also a third possibility that Roland can't imagine Olivier with a woman. Olivier's popular, but he's not interested. Naturally, Roland wouldn't announce that to the world and it isn't particularly relevant to Vanitas's question anyway.

Whatever the reason, it subtly demonstrates how well the two know each other.

Vanitas finally gets to the heart of things, and it fits in with what I thought happened:

This really was the first time Vanitas saw Jeanne for who she was, as an actual person, and not just someone he can mess with. Before that particular moment, he truly knew nothing of Jeanne. Now, he's finally had a glimpse of her actual personality and it's incredibly genuine, forthright, and strong. Of course, now that he sees that, how can he not find her at least a little appealing? And how can he not now be forced to reckon with his past behavior? He was horrid, there's no getting around it. Regret isn't something Vanitas handles well along with, apparently, emotions in general. Hence his next dilemma:

And at long last, Noé is finally seeing what the problem actually is. He didn't piece it together at Orlok's, but he's now hearing it from Vanitas directly. It's no wonder Noé surreptitiously sits away so he can listen. This whole time he's been wanting Vanitas to explain things to him, not just about the cold, but about love as well.

Roland is trying to be helpful here but, let's be honest, Vanitas is dropping a lot on him out of the blue, so I think it's understandable that he's a little confused right now.

And we finally get to the heart of the whole thing: Vanitas thinks he's a disgusting person. Someone like Jeanne definitely shouldn't love him because the only kind of person who could love him is someone who is as awful as he is and he's now been confronted with the fact that maybe Jeanne isn't. There relationship has a ton of issues, don't get me wrong, but Vanitas isn't seeing that; he's seeing that Jeanne has been kind to him, seems to care about him, and that definitely isn't the kind of person who would love him. Not genuinely.

The whole thing gets even more confusing if we take into account that his decidedly romantic moment with Jeanne reminded him of VotBM. They weren't having a romantic moment, but the discussion of affection, of hugs, were directly intertwined. Until we know more about VotBM I can't say if she was motherly or if things were decidedly more questionable there, but Vanitas must have gotten his twisted ideas about relationships from someone. Did VotBM have a bad relationship with someone? Did his past trauma simply color everything else in his life?

Olivier and Roland are understandably concerned, but it's Noé here that really stands out. He's pieced something together about Vanitas and now understands him a little bit better. After each arc, he and Vanitas have had a small conversation that brings them closer, but so far they haven't had that in this particular arc. My guess is it will be in the next chapter or the one after (since this one was labeled "part 1") and the arc will be wrapped up for good. There is, genuinely, a lot of stuff they need to cover about Gévaudan, Vanitas's relationship with Jeanne, and what they're doing next. There's also the small matter of Noé's injuries....

So, these two are going to have a lot to cover and Roland knows that right now, what Vanitas needs, is someone to talk to that he properly trusts. I almost wonder if he timed his dramatic God speech just so Noé could chase after him to begin with.

This really reads as "Go to him, Gilbert" and that amuses me.

Roland knew Noé was there the whole time (he's observant as we've mentioned) and he knows he and Vanitas have a powerful bond. He himself was inspired so much by it he changed his views on vampires completely. So, logically, he knows Noé needs to talk to Vanitas.

But Roland's motivations are still a bit harder to describe.

This much makes sense. The fact that he's had a string of lovers and doesn't seem particularly dejected by his constant breakups makes it obvious he wasn't particularly attached to any of them. He speaks about love as if he knows what it is, but he's never been that invested in a person to our knowledge. The only person we've seen him spend any length of time with is Olivier and they have a complicated relationship at best. Are we to assume he at least has an attachment to him? He threatened him before, but he also seems fond of him, and Olivier at least seems comfortable around Roland in turn.

And yet, Roland speaks of attachment as if it's a foreign thing to him. We know he has family, we know he has Olivier, he even has God, but like Olivier said: he believes in himself as a follower of God more than God Himself. Perhaps it's best said that the only thing we really know about Roland is that he's confident in himself, his own morals and beliefs.

And I think that's how Vanitas fits into Roland's worldview to a certain extent. Vanitas is a project of sorts: Roland wants to save him, very much in the religious and physical sense, and he knows Vanitas is in danger every day at least physically. Perhaps he worries for his soul as well, not necessarily that he's going to Hell, but that he has lost himself and could "shatter" at any moment.

Oddly, Noé isn't brought up in this conversation whatsoever even though the person Roland showers with blatant affection is Noé, not Vanitas. This could very likely be because he knows Vanitas isn't receptive to that kind of thing; it's a tactic that works great with Noé, but definitely not with his companion and Roland is above all a calculative person.

And that's all I've got for now! I do like that Roland and Olivier dropped their serious conversation about an actual Vampire Eradication Unit to deal with Vanitas's love life. That's pretty supportive. XD Also, there's a Vampire Eradication Unit that Gano is a part of and if that isn't one of the main plot points of the next arc it will be soon enough.

Anyway, I look forward to seeing how Jeanne handled things. It looks like she's done at least moderately better than Vanitas, but most people would. XD

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[whumping-every-day]

Hi! I was wondering, could you write a drabble where Gabriel does something that he never would have before? Something to show progress? Like maybe he has slightly more confidence than he did before, and Maria and Stefan praise him and tell him how proud they are.

Did someone say Halloween Special? 

Thank you so much for asking this! It was supposed to be quick, and then it snowballed a little. Have some progress, and some fluff. 

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The doorbell rings again, and Gabriel twitches. 

“More trick-or-treaters,” his Master mutters. “Gabe, sweetheart, are you sure you wouldn’t like to hole up in your room?” 

There are voices from outside the door; young ones, and the sound of multiple pairs of feet shuffling about on his Master’s front porch. There’s a pair of soft cat ears perched on Gabriel’s head, and whiskers drawn on his cheeks. 

The concept of Halloween had been completely foreign to Gabriel, when his Mistress had brought it up. It had all sounded quite scary to him at first - strange people running around in costumes, fake blood and injuries, ghosts and monsters. 

“I-” The boy opens his mouth to answer, but it dies in his throat. “I d-don’t know…” 

“There is nothing to be afraid of, little one.” His Mistress is lounging in the love seat, legs tucked up underneath her. She’s got a sweeping, wide-brimmed crimson hat on, and a matching colored trench coat. 

Gabriel doesn’t know who Carmen Sandiego is, but even he can see that his Mistress looks very nice in her costume. 

“Trick or treat!” The voices from outside call, and Gabriel frowns in mild bewilderment. Threatening tricks for candy is a very odd tradition… but he’s beginning to think that this is one tradition that won’t end badly. None of the voices have been angry, and none of the people have been violent. “I think - I’m okay, Master,” he murmurs. 

“Okay.” Stefan isn’t in costume, but he hands Maria the bowl of candy when she gets up from the love seat to answer the door. 

When the door closes again, the bowl is a little emptier, and Gabriel leans against his Mistress’s legs happily when she returns. 

“Oh, you. You’re so cute in those.” His Mistress squishes his cheeks for a moment, like she can’t quite help herself, and Gabriel soaks up the attention eagerly. She pets his hair, and adjusts the fake ears, and Gabriel practically purrs. 

“Man, he really is like a cat.” Master’s voice is fond, and Gabriel murrs softly, peeling an eye open from where he’s leaning into his Mistress’s hand. 

“Trick or treat!” This time, the voices come before the knock, so Gabriel is able to keep from flinching. Master sighs softly, but he gets up, and he pats Gabriel’s ears as he passes. 

It’s nice, Gabriel decides. The pumpkins they had carved together are by the door, and the little white ghosts they’d cut out hang over the mantle. 

The next time the door rings, however, Gabriel feels his Mistress jump. She’s leaning her chin on her palm, propped up on the side of the sofa… she’s tired, Gabriel’s mind supplies. Her other hand is still absently stroking through his dark curls. 

“I - I c-could-” Gabriel gulps. The words had jumped out without warning, without thought - but now his Mistress is looking at him, quirking one of those perfectly shaped dark eyebrows. Gabriel swallows. 

“Yes, kitty?” 

Kitty. Gabriel’s cheeks dust over pink. 

“I - I was just-”

“Trick or treat!” It’s a loud group this time, and Gabriel almost quails. Almost. But then he thinks of his Mistress’s early shift at the hospital, and of all the coffee she’s been drinking since she got home. 

The boy swallows again and braces himself. 

“I c-could - I could get the door, Mistress? So you don’t, d-don’t have to get up?” 

He almost gets through it without stammering. His Mistress hesitates, and she sends her brother a quick glance. 

“Are you sure, bud?” 

Gabriel draws in a slow breath, and the doorbell rings again, and he doesn’t flinch. There’s people waiting outside, he knows - but they’re children, and they’re just here for candy. “Yes, Mistress.” 

There’s a moment of silence, heavy with consideration, but then Maria nods. 

“Okay. But don’t make yourself nervous, sweetheart.” 

“Yes, Mistress.” His new owners have shown a strange reluctance to let Gabriel serve them - Master always insists on cooking breakfast in the morning, and Mistress won’t let him bring her her coffee or drinks. They barely let him clean, let alone scrub the whole house from top to bottom. So now that he has a task, Gabriel can’t mess it up. 

He hops to his feet and picks up the bowl of candy, and his Masters give him encouraging smiles when he looks back. 

The front door seems bigger now. Still, Gabriel approaches, and his hand only shakes a little when he reaches for the knob. 

He takes a deep breath, trying to still his fear. All he has to do is let them take the candy. 

“Trick or treat!” He pulls the door open, and the children’s voices are much louder without the barrier. For a moment, Gabriel’s not sure what he’s looking at - there’s so much color, and so many different shapes. He holds the bowl out wordlessly, and hopes that he doesn’t look as frightened as he feels. 

In the end, it’s almost anticlimactic. Each child takes a few pieces, except for one older boy dressed like a ghost, who takes a whole handful. A few of them wish him happy Halloween on their way down the stairs, and Gabriel flinches a bit when he realizes he might be expected to respond. 

The last kid to leave is a small blonde girl, clutching her pillowcase of candy. 

“Bu-bye Mr Cat!” She calls a farewell as she goes, peering over her shoulder, and Gabriel’s breath catches in his throat. 

“H-happy - happy Halloween-” It takes Gabriel a few tries, and it’s much too quiet for the girl to hear. But he gets the words out, and Gabriel’s shaking with adrenaline as he closes the front door. 

He puts his back to it immediately, and sees that his Master and Mistress have both come to check on him. 

“I - I did it.” It’s disbelieving, and Gabriel stares at his own shaking hands for a moment, before looking back up to his owners. He doesn’t know what the feeling bubbling in his chest is, but it makes him - happy. 

“You did it!” His Mistress claps her hands together, and then Gabriel is being pulled into an enthusiastic hug. “Oh, sweetheart, that must have been hard, but you did it!” 

With his cheek pressed into his Mistress’s red trench coat, Gabriel lets his smile show. 

“We’re so proud of you, buddy.” Master gives his shoulder a squeeze, and Gabriel bites his lip to keep his smile from becoming a grin. 

In the end, they go back to the living room, and Gabriel resumes his place at Mistress’s feet, curled up on a pillow with a blanket draped over his shoulders. All three of them take turns answering the door after that, and Gabriel feels a secret burst of pride every time he does. 

#my writing #whump #comfort #pet whump #Gabriel whump series #creepy caretaking #creepy comfort

[wordsdrippinginink]

Hello, this is my first time doing a prompt and it feels like ordering at a drive-thru. Could you please write something with Marco trying to court Ace like a bird? I really like your work and enjoy anything you write. I hope you have a good day.

Ace tips his head to the side, studying the array of stones left at the door to his room, each one carefully polished and set to compliment both it and the ones next to it. Each one is sparkling and attention catching, some of them nothing more than Fool’s Gold and others sparkling Rubies with veins of something else creeping over the surface.

“Those look like a lot of money this time,” Deuce states, arching a brow at the stones and stepping over them into Ace’s room without a thought. “You got an admirer here?”

“Are stones something that you give to someone to tell them that you like them?” Ace asks curiously, picking up the stones carefully, tracing a thumb over the sharp edge of the ruby before setting it aside for the soft blue stone with golden webbing.

“Normally only when you want to marry them.”

Ace frowns, setting his new stones carefully onto his desk besides the others, “You give stones to someone to get married?”

“Sometimes I forget you grew up as a feral forest child and then you say something like that and it comes rushing back to me,” Deuce states shaking his head. “You make a ring and have a stone, something fancy or expensive, and use it to ask someone to marry you.”

“Why?”

“If I knew why people did things, I would be a historian instead of a pirate and a doctor.”

“They’re nice,” Ace says softly, running his thumb over the blue stone again. “Do you know what this one is?”

“Turquoise. My,” Deuce pauses, looking uncomfortable for a moment. “Ma used to have some, she liked the color. The shiny shit is gold. But I think you know that. Since you’re a pirate.”

“It’s pretty,” Ace says frowning at his friend as he trades it for the blue stone in his pocket. “This one?”

“Aquamarine, give me a challenge here, Ace.”

“Why am I getting them?”

Deuce barks out a laugh, collapsing onto Ace’s bed and pushing his mask up off his face to press the heels of his palms against his eyes, “If I knew that, I would be teasing you more. You’re the weirdo getting stones.”

“They’re nice,” Ace says defensively. “I, they’re a gift.”

He knows that Deuce has caught the inflection on the word when he sighs and rolls onto his side, silent for a long minute. The silence is loud enough that Ace’s ears are starting to ringing.

“You like gifts, don’t you?”

“I haven’t gotten many.”

Deuce sighs, forcing himself upright, “Alright, I’ll ask around. See if I can find out anything about stones and shit for you. Since I can be subtle, unlike you.”

“I’m subtle!”

“No you aren’t,” Deuce says grinning, even when Ace launches three of his Hotarubi across the space between them. “Ace, you know that it could mean anything.”

Ace nods and his chest aches, the Blues are vast and the customs even more so. The stones could be a gift or a curse or a warning. They might mean nothing or mean someone knows who his father is and plan to kill him, even if it sounds crazy. Ace doesn’t know what to think, but he hopes they’re gifts.

“You’re,” Deuce pauses, watching Ace for a moment, something unreadable in his expression. “We would still do anything for you, if you need us. Even if it means turning our backs on the Whitebeard Pirates. You still have us, no matter what.”

Ace watches the door close behind him and lets his shoulders fall, the lump in his throat heavy and painful as he tries to breathe through it.

---

“Here,” Deuce states three days later, looking more uncomfortable than the time he had been propositioned by a marine on Waters Seven. “It took a lot of work to find this out for you, so you best read this whole fucking thing.”

“This is a book on flightless sea birds,” Ace says slowly, recognizing the species on the cover. Gramps had said that they didn’t have enough meat on them to be satisfying and were too fast to be worth it. “Why do you even have this?”

“Because it will answer your stone questions,” Deuce says forcefully, refusing to meet Ace’s eye. “You have no idea what I did to get your answers and I feel like I’ve sold my soul, so you are going to read that cover to cover, with special focus on the stone thing.”

Ace frowns after him, even when the door to his room slams closed, before shrugging it off and opening it. It’s only the work of a few minutes to skim the book for what he wants, leaving him frowning at the mention of courtship and gifts, because he doesn’t know what that means. Courtship sounds like something nobles do or the romance novels that Makino didn’t keep in her house. But there’s no definition for it.

“You know,” Ace tells Kotatsu, frowning as he reads over the information again. “I think I’m more confused than I was before Deuce got me information.”

Kotatsu murrs, stretching over the bed to try and claim the whole thing for himself. Ace reaches over to scratch under his chin, trying to remember if there was a dictionary in the library that Thatch had shown him after he had joined the crew. He can’t remember and he’s not sure the definition won’t include words that he doesn’t know too. Just like the time that he had finally looked up some of the words that Sabo had used.

Ace takes a quick breath, clearing his mind before he can remember more, picking up the book and leaving his door open enough to let Kotatsu come and go as he pleased. Marco’s door is open, thankfully, so Ace doesn’t bother stopping to knock.

“Is something wrong,” Marco asks, looking at Ace over the tops of his glasses. There’s something in his eyes that makes Ace’s stomach feel too warm and cold in equal measures. “You look upset.”

“I found a word that I don’t know. Several words,” Ace admits, because Marco doesn’t treat Ace differently when he doesn’t know things. “Could you help me understand them?”

“I might need context for them.”

Ace nods, holding up his book, “They said that the birds used stones for courtship and mating. What does that mean?”

“For birds it means trying to attract a mate, to get another of their species interested in them.”

“Mating?”

“Sex or having children. Mate is similar to husband or wife.”

Ace frowns thoughtfully, “So they use stones to make other birds be attracted to them.”

“Birds all have rituals to convince, usually, females of their species to mate with them. Some dance or have bright colors, others give gifts.”

“Like stones.”

“Like stones.”

“This doesn’t really explain anything,” Ace mutters to himself. “Why would birds giving stones to other birds relate to someone giving them to me?”

Marco’s cheeks look red, like he’s gonna blush, “Perhaps they’re using the same method.”

“Oh,” Ace wrinkles his nose. “How do I respond? The penguins build nests with them, but I don’t think I can do that. And if I don’t know who to talk to about it, doesn’t that mean that I can’t answer?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out. I have a meeting with Pops, so I have to go, but if you need more help in a little while, I could come around?”

“No thanks. Thank you for the answers, Marco!”

---

“Marco is a bird sometimes,” Ace says two days later, watching Deuce to see what his reaction will be. He decides he’s right when Deuce spills the bottle of ink he was using. “So the stones are from him.”

“How are you this smart yet so stupid at the same time,” Deuce hisses over his ruined report. “This was about Pops’ health, couldn’t you have waited ten minutes?”

“No,” Ace answers, because he couldn’t have. The question has been there for days now, waiting for him to connect something and now he has his answer. “Marco is courting me. Like a penguin.”

Deuce sighs, leaving the report to ruin on his desk to face Ace, “Phoenix is weird. All zoan has habits and carry over from their animistic side but there’s never been much stated about the Phoenix Zoan, it’s mythical,” he pauses, looking for his words. “Izou mentioned it to me when I started probing for you. He had a funny story about Marco tripping over his own feet while dancing.”

“Marco likes me.”

“You like him.”

Ace doesn’t deny it, it wouldn’t work even if he tried. He does like Marco. Marco is nice and makes sure that Ace is comfortable with what happens around him. He isn’t opposed to the courtship, he thinks at least not when it’s Marco. He wouldn’t consider it if Deuce was giving him stones.

“What are you planning on doing?” Deuce asks when Ace says nothing.

“Penguins build nests with their stones,” Ace answers, standing up and rolling his shoulders as he stretches. “I’m not a penguin, but I think I can build something with them.”

“I don’t think you have to respond like a penguin would.”

“Marco started this.”

Ace doesn’t say that it feels wrong to respond to Marco’s attempts with just words, not when there’s a procedure to the courtship that Marco’s started. But he thinks that Deuce understands him anyway, if the look he’s given means anything.

“Should I wish you luck?”

“No, I don’t think I need it.”

Deuce laughs, loud enough to follow Ace out of the room that they had claimed for their work. It echoes in his ears as he opens the door to his room and carefully pulls out his stones, setting them onto the ground. Hopefully this wouldn’t fall apart on him.

---

Marco stares at the circle of stones, only three stacks high and just barely big enough for Ace to lay it, his knees pulled up to his chest as he sleeps. His mouth feels dry and the weight of the newest set of stones in his pocket weigh like lead in his pockets, but the sight of what can only loosely be called a nest makes his heart feel like it will beat out of his chest. 

It feels like hours before he moves into Ace’s room, pushing the door to, like it had been before he had knocked, kneeling down and setting the newest stones in a little line before the wall.

“Not gonna add ‘em?” Ace mutters sleepily, smiling when Marco looks up at him.

“That would be presumptuous of me.”

Ace snorts, yawning as he pushes himself upright, “Thought making them into a nest was an answer.”

“For a bird.”

“You started this like a bird,” he pauses, humming softly at something that Marco can’t see. “I like you.”

Marco swallows, “I like you too.”

“You could have just asked, ya know. Would have been easier.”

“I know.”

Ace nods, like he knows what Marco isn’t saying, “People don’t do courtship, what are we doing?”

“Dating, getting to know each other to know to see if we like each other enough to fall in love.”

“Dating,” Ace pulls a face, like the word is strange to him and perhaps it is. “Does this mean I can kiss you? I’ve been thinking about it, I would like to kiss you.”

“If you like.”

He doesn’t expect the way that Ace moves forward, kissing him. It’s too sudden and Marco’s lip is pushed into his teeth hard enough to cut through the skin, but he still laughs when Ace pulls back.

“Thank you for the stones, I really do like them.”

Marco laughs, leaning in for a second kiss carefully, “I’m glad.”

#marcoace #marco the phoenix #portgas d ace #masked deuce #canon au #marco uses bird courting #in this case penguin courting #because i like it #op fanfic #animal traits #friendship #kotatsu #i love the stone thing #i saw it in a movie and i have never forgotten it #wordword #i hope you enjoy! #thank you for the prompt!!! #horrible first time kiss #Anonymous

[drshojo]

The Case Study for Having the Hottest Character in a Vampire Story be a Self-Proclaimed Average Human.

You ever tell yourself you ought to marry a nice doctor?

Did you spend your tween-aged years day dreaming about some hot goth vampire boy?  

Do you like your characters with manic smiles and unhinged personalities?  

If you answered NO to any or all three of these points you should STILL read The Case Study of Vanitas by Jun Mochizuki. It's really quite Good.  

If you answered YES to any of these, you then you probably saw the hot unhinged vampire doctor and aren’t even reading this anymore. For you that’s enough information to dive head first into this Kool-Aid. I'm not judging. But I see you there. 

Okay, okay so backing up a bit, it was recently my birthday so I decided to Treat Myself. I picked up a manga that I had never heard of, though I liked the cover. When I flipped through the pages I caught sight of this panel:

AND YOU KNOW I CAN STAN A BASIC BINCH. NO POWERS ONLY SASS. And then I flipped a bit more and I saw this gem:

DAMMMMMMMN SON YOUR WORDS SAY YOU’RE GOING TO SAVE LIVES BUT YOUR EYES AND THESE BLOOD SPLATTERS SAY YOU’RE GOING TO MURDER SOMEONE. It’s the Gap Moe I never knew I wanted.

And then I saw this face:

And that’s when the money left my wallet.  

SO, what on earth did I buy? Wat is this story even? Well we’re about to get into my plot overview and review! Spoilers ahead! ALTHOUGH it’s worth noting that I'm only reviewing volume one AND only summarizing chapter one so you’re probably fine.

Our story begins with a vampire called Noe. Noe lives in a world where vampires and humans coexist, so him being a vampire is Not a Big Deal. More important to his character is that he's looking for this book called the Book of Vanitas.

A side note about Noe—

I bought this story for Vanitas but Noe is Best Boi.

HE IS A PURE CINNAMON ROLL. Noe is at heart a country bumpkin who can see beauty and wonder in everything. He’s polite, a tad blunt, and he loves his cat Murr.  He also has a backbone and a strong sense of justice. Bless him.  

Anyways Noe goes with his cat to look for this book. He’s having a good time too; he has never been on an airship before so he’s super excited. He also has never been to Paris so he’s thrilled at the thought of traveling. He’s just very wide eyed and ready for adventure to happen to him and it’s incredibly endearing.

And lo! Adventure happens!

He meets a young woman named Amelia who turns out to be a Sick Vampire, and then she has a bit of a psychotic breakdown because it turns out there's some evil force infecting vampires that makes them go feral and corrupt their True Names (which seems to work via fae logic in this universe—so think of a vampire’s name as their soul?)

Anyways, sick vampire! What do you do if there's a sick vampire? Do you need a vampire doctor?

Yes! Yes, you do! That’s where Vanitas comes in. He crashes through the ceiling because why the fuck not

--and because he looks like such a ruffian that we pretty much assume he is here to kill Amelia. But nope.

He’s a vampire doctor and wants to save all the vampires even though he himself is a human. So, he rescues Amelia and turns her back from a raging demon to just regular undead citizen and all’s well that ends well.

And then Vanitas is like, “OH HEY Noe! You're our protagonist and audience viewpoint! Why don’t you join me in saving the vampires! AND guess what! I also own this book you were looking for! It’s the source of all my power!”

And Noe tells him “NO. I DON’T LIKE YOU.”

And so, the series ends and they go their separate ways.

Lol. As if.  Poor Noe, he’s got a case of unwilling protagonist syndrome. But Joseph Campbell and the rest of us know that the heroic quest cycle will soon dictate his call to action!

Like it or not, Noe and Vanitas are going to be glued together from now on. Let the vampire adventure hijinks ensue!

Anyways, now for the review portion of our post.

Obviously, the immediate appeal for this manga is the art. Jun Mochizuki is a veteran of the industry and it really shows. Each panel is beautifully laid out; the art and expressions are detailed and clear. Even small throw-away panels are given their due, and they even went so far as to hire some designers to draw some of the more complicated stuff, like the airship. They did not cheap out on the background details AT ALL.

The other big draw for this manga is the banter. Noe and Vanitas are so incredibly likable yet distinct in their personalities—Noe being the naïve but earnest straight man and Vanitas being the hyper yet cynical jokester. They really complement each other and any scenes they have together are a treat.

The only thing I’m not sure of is the plot. I’ve only read volume one but so far it’s already foreshadowing a ton of mysteries so I really hope the author knows where they are going. Nothing’s worse than a story that hints at a lot but doesn't pay off (COUGH COUGH GAME OF THRONES COUGH GOUGH)  

What I can attest to is that the action sequences are excellent. They are clear, well-staged and engaging. Manga has so much trouble staging action sometimes but it’s done well here, which is good because this manga looks like there will be a ton of fights with vamps gone wild.

Anyways, if any of this at all piques your interest, give it a read! Heck, it even has an endorsement from Hiromu Arakawa (the mangaka of Full Metal Alchemist fame) so if you don’t believe me, believe one of the gods of the industry!

Anyways, let me know if you have read this and what you think, or if you have any series you want me to look at next!

Ciao!

Dr. Shojo

#A case study of Vanitas #vanitas #Noe #jun mochizuki #Vanitasu no Karute #Noé Archiviste #vampire #Steam punk #Vanitas no carte #Manga review #Dr Shojo

[lukasthemedic]

Impractical Jokers Fic

Original posting - 2018 Ao3 work

So Impractically Right

Chapter 1 - Wasted Days, Wishful Nights

Q couldn't remember the last time he slept in his own bed. He just knew he was ready to have one good nights sleep before they hit the road again. They had just been traveling, and today would put an end to their ever so successful, second bus tour. The boys would have one night at home to recollect their belongings and switch out clothes and mentally prepare themselves to grab the first flight out in the afternoon the next day to start some episode filming in Las Vegas. "Laughing in Las Vegas" they had called it, each plotting disasters for the other three to have to overcome in this special takeover of Nevada. The production crew had planned for them to spend two weeks there filming each day, for most of the day, with time for everyone to unwind and relax in the evenings. After cramming the tour and this special so close to each other, the guys would have a week off completely. That meant, no shooting, no jokes, no interviews, just pure relaxation.

"I haven't been this achy and uncomfortable since I was sleeping on cots in the firehouse." Q yawned, stretching his arms up into the air and running a hand in his hair before replacing his ball cap.

"Yeah, well you're not a man anymore Q, so firehouse days are over, you chum." Joe chuckled, barely dodging a throw pillow Brian threw at his head from the couch the guys were all lounging on, waiting for the last leg of the trip to end. Joe crammed the rest of a donut into his mouth, sending sprinkles of powdered sugar down his shirt and coating his entire mouth in white.

Sal and Murray erupted in laughter, "you look like you just blew frosty the snowman." Murr slapped his knee and Sal fell to the ground laughing, making fun of Joe was too easy sometimes.

"Man, is that all you ever do is eat?!" Sal snickered, pulling himself back up and giving Gatto a friendly pat on his stomach.

"Gotta stay healthy, boys. Fifteen meals a day keeps the doctor away, don't you know the saying?" Joe slapped his stomach and wiped the powdered substance from around his lips, flinging his shirt out and sending the remaining crumbs down onto Sal's perfectly clean shoes.

"Hey, watch it!" Sal flicked off the crumbs and mess, "these are clean, are you blind?" He glared at Joe, but couldn't keep himself from a laugh when Joe shot over the puppy dog eyes. The guys could never be serious around one another. Maybe that's what has kept them so close for so long.

In approximately ten minutes the bus would drop them off at their respective cars and Q was ready for a hot, long shower followed by a cold beer on his own couch with a hockey game cuddling his cats.

Joe was ready to get his hands on a very pregnant Bessy after being gone for so long and spend the evening enjoying a dinner out with her and Milana. He loved treating his girls, but he was even more so ready to welcome his second little into the world, someone to share all his jokes with.

Murr told the guys he had a hot date out on the town tonight, but they all respectively knew that he was probably going to order take out Chinese and binge watch something until he couldn't stay awake any longer.

Sals only plans were to carefully wash and replace all of the clothing and things that he had taken with him and get his bags packed again for the shooting. He would clean and organise as much as his spotless apartment as he could before he would take a shower to finally feel clean in his own territory and unwind before being shoved into the next unruly hotel that was booked for them.

•

It was 12:34 when Sal's phone buzzed a familiar pattern. He had each of the guys under a different one so he memorised who was who. He distinctly knew that this was Brian.

"Can't sleep. Wanna grab a slice?" Sal knew that Q wanted to hit his favourite pizza place before they were away from home again. And he also knew that sometimes, Q just couldn't sleep. He's had a lot of rough nights keeping his firehouse past in the past, and all the guys know he just needs some time to work during these nights.

"Be ready in 10." Sal text back. He knew Brian would be up to driving. Sal wasn't one much for driving at night when it was harder to see, and he knew Q loved getting out in the jeep. His comfort zone. Sal was already outside when he saw the headlights turn the corner and knew from the build of the vehicle that it was Q. He swiftly pulled over to the curb of Sal’s apartment. Brian had a strange look on his face, of confusion and excitement when Sal opened the door and slid into the seat.

“You’ve barely changed since I’ve seen you last.” Sal joked, tucking his phone into his pocket and watching the smirk take over Q’s face. It was then that the smell actually hit Sal, and he glanced around the car to find it.

There was already pizza, boxed and ready in the backseat with a case of beer next to it.

“I figured you wouldn’t mind if we just took it up to your place and ate instead of going out.” Brian muttered, keeping his hand on the keys to turn the Jeep off if Sal agreed.

Sal nodded, grabbed for the case of beer and looked back towards Brian. “Yeah, Q. I’m good with whatever.” Both guys got out, Q grabbed the pizza and they headed up to Sal’s apartment door where he carefully unlocked it in the same manner he always does. He sat the beer on the counter in the kitchen and Q put the pizza next to it, grabbing a slice and shoving half of it in his mouth. Sal rolled his eyes and threw the roll of paper towels at Brian so he could contain his mess. After finishing off the slice, Brian looked up curiously at Sal. He didn’t know if he should approach the subject with a question or just go head first into what he wants. He knows that Sal isn’t one for a quick surprise, but he also knows that Sal generally doesn’t get thrown off by him anymore. But this was different, this was something Q had on his mind for a long time coming, and finally had the guts to come out and just do it.

“Why do you look like that?” Sal said, grabbing for a slice of pizza, watching Q with minimal anticipation.

“I just can’t wait anymore.” Q hastily said, watching Sal take a bite of pizza and follow it with a drink.

Q stepped forward, putting a quick hand around Sal’s waist and without anymore hesitation, pressed his lips into Sal’s.

Not all shocked, but slightly dazed, Sal managed to find the pizza box and plop his slice of pizza down on it in the same motion as Q opening his mouth to allow Sal to run his tongue against his teeth. “What are you doing?” Q eagerly breathed into Sal’s mouth, glancing at his best friend, and apparently now, finally more.

“Not holding back anymore either.” Sal breathlessly muttered back into Brian’s lips, pulling him towards the wall and letting Q hold him there.

#ao3 writer #lgbt writers #writer #free write #writeblogging #excerpt from a story i'll never write #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writeaway #lgbtq #gayass #gayhot #gay men #gaywriter #also on ao3 #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #fandom #fanfic #impractical jokers

[lavieboheme930]

533

What is the easiest website to pass time on? None really.  I usually read on my Kindle to pass my time What’s the last place you left early, and what was your reason? Murr’s party back in June because I had some stomach bug Do you take your medications in the morning or at night? No Would you rather visit London or Paris? London.

Have you ever bought a youtuber’s merch? No

Pick a flavor: pumpkin or apple? Ohhh I can’t choose.  I love them both Do you think oatmeal tastes better when made with water or milk? water What kind of milk do you usually use? soy What is the best type of donut? Whatever I’m in the mood for. What was your last great garage sale find? I don’t go to garage sales. Do you like thrift stores? I don’t go to any. When was the last time you ran into someone that you didn’t want to see? Last weekend. Was anyone rude to you today? No. What is your town known for? It’s NYC...it’s known for many things lol Who is your favorite set of twins on youtube? I don’t watch youtubers. Do you like to watch DIY craft videos? No. What are you regretting right now? Something I don’t want to talk to. Who was the last person who was rude to you? Ugh Would you ever let the barista at Starbucks make a random drink for you? I used to when I worked at Starbucks and my friends who worked bar during the day would do that all the time.  Have you ever used a fake name at Starbucks? No. Have you ever left a note in a library book? No. What time of day do you prefer to wash your hair? At night. What is the worst job you’ve ever had? Starbucks What is the best job you’ve ever had? 

-The one I have now.  Working from home as a freelance writer What job do you want to have? The one I have now What are you passionate about? Standup comedy.  I’m starting to do it. Have you ever tried vlogging, and if yes, did you stick with it? No ^Same question with blogging. Have you? Yes.  I have one for my poetry and one for my book reviews.

Do you have to alter a lot of your clothes? No What country do you most want to visit? Scotland. Do you have chronic pain? No If you go to church, what is your favorite thing about it? How caring everyone is there ^and what is your least favorite thing about it?

-Nothing.  I love it. Did you go to church this week?

-I did What is something that’s bothering you right now? This cold I can’t get rid of Are you happy right this instant? Yes. What’s your favorite fall beverage? Pumpkin spice of course

Do you exercise daily? No What do you do for exercise? Walk around Is your room/house cluttered? No. Do you live in a house, condo, apartment, or dorm? apartment Were your college years the best years of your life? They were ok.  Made many great friends there What was your favorite class in high school? None.  Hated high school Which class in high school did you hate the most? read above Do you have a birthmark? If yes, what color is it? Nope What color is your lava lamp? i don’t have one. Do you have an inspiration board? No. Where do you store old photos? Albums Do you have photos on the wall in your bedroom? Yes. Favorite scent for a candle? None.  Hate candles Would you ever film a youtube video with no make-up on and messy hair? No

What is the most comfortable type of pants, in your opinion? Leggings  Do you cry a lot? Yes  Do you keep up to date with the latest technology? Try to LOL Would you ever want to live in a big city, like New York or Chicago? I live in NYC and love it What about a big city sounds appealing to you? Everything!!! I’d never live anywhere else.  Do you wish you had more money to do the things you want to do? Yes. Do you prefer college-ruled or wide-ruled? college ruled Pencils or pens? Pens. Favorite ink pen color? any What are you craving right now? Nothing Do you have a sweet tooth? Sometimes  Do you need to lose weight? No. Do you need to gain weight? Yes. Who is your favorite Lisa Frank character? No favorite Have you ever won a prize at the age guessing booth? Never tried.

What’s your favorite movie that you remember seeing in the theater? Way too many.  What was the name of your very first imaginary friend? Matt Do you know anyone who has ten cats? No. Have you ever had a cat? No. Have you ever had a dog? Yes Have you ever any other kind of animal? Fish, hamsters, parakeets, and guinea pigs Have you ever had a pet rock? No  Which Olympic sport would you most like to be a pro in? Have you ever played this sport? Figure skating because I am a retired figure skater What were you voted in the senior class polls? I was home schooled Who was your favorite teacher in high school? N/A Do you own a bobblehead? No What’s on your desk? my computer Do you love someone who treats you like a piece of shit? No. Isn’t loving someone who doesn’t feel the same way horrible? Yes What’s your favorite DIY Halloween costume that you’ve seen? I always DIY my costumes.  This year I’m doing Flatfoot the Pirate from Impractical Jokers What is your favorite gender-neutral name? Taylor. Do you want to give your kids common names or unique names? A mixture I guess What is your favorite type of braid? No favorite What is your favorite spice? None  Favorite Spice Girl? Baby Spice. Favorite Cheetah Girl? I wasn’t a fan at all. Backstreet Boys or *N Sync? Ok...I love BSB.  Always will.  But of course after meeting Joey Fatone in June, I have to like *NSYNC too HAHA  Were you a boy band fan? Yep. What decade were you born in? 80′s baby!!! What is your favorite coffee shop? Any independent ones in Manhattan and of course, Dunkin. What is your favorite tattoo that you’ve seen? None What is something you have too many of? Pens LOL What collection are you thinking of starting? None Do you collect anything now? If so, what? No When was the last time you painted something? 2005, senior year of college  Do you have any disabilities? No. Do you have any unique or hidden talents? I’m a former figure skater Do people call you gifted? Sometimes I guess. Do people call you unique? Yes.  Get called that a lot Do you get bullied? Not as much but I have in the past Do you own a dreamcatcher? I think so What are five of your favorite stores at the mall? None When was the last time you went to Michael’s? Ages ago.  I gotta go back Do you knit or crochet? No. Do you enter craft projects in your county’s fair? No. What modes of transportation do you use? subway What is your least favorite chore? All HAHA What is the best gift you have ever given someone? I think the 2 sets of bow ties I sent Murr in May  What is the best gift you have ever received? Phone call from John Schneider still tops everything.  And also Murr just wishing me a Happy Birthday Have you ever made a decision that you regret? Yes Do you make your own greeting cards? No. What color feather boas do you own? None. Do you use colored hangers? Yes. Do you organize your clothes by color? No. What time does your alarm go off in the morning? 9am. What was your favorite toy as a child? My NKOTB dolls What do you want to name your first child? Salvatore James List ten favorite girls names. No List ten favorite boys names. No What season do you want to get married in? Whatever Is your Pinterest cluttered? I don’t even use it Are you a trendsetter? Not even close Do you want to be a trendsetter? Hell no.  I hate trends What was the last great book you read? Awakened by Murr Are you a free spirit? Yes Has anyone called you a free spirit? Yes Do you get more compliments or insults? Compliments  Has anyone ever spread lies about you? Yes.  All jealous bitches What is your favorite insect? None. What bugs scare you? All of them. What was your favorite vacation? Washington DC Who picked your name, your mom or your dad? Mom What is your first and middle name? I ain’t telling What were some other names your parents were considering when they had you? None What are your siblings’ names? Only child!! Do you own any Lularoe leggings? Nope. What was the last thing you bought online? movie tickets Do you enjoy public speaking? I don’t hate it.

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What is your opinion on sex without emotional commitment? Wrong Last time you puked from drinking?  Never. What books, if any, have made you cry?  Oh wow.  Way too many Does it get annoying when somebody says they’ll call you, but doesn’t?  Depends on the situation What is your favorite simple ice-cream flavor?  None When was the last time you slept on the floor?  Never If you could eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?  Pasta Have you ever given someone oral sex?  No What’s your favorite lyric from the last song you listened to?  No idea really Are you friends with someone that has a baby?  Yes How many different towns/cities have you lived in?  I’ve only lived in NYC Have you ever had a kinky dream about a celebrity?  Yes LOL. How many pets do you have? Would you like any more?  1.  A dog.  I would love more, but she’s an only pet kind of dog. Is there a song you can’t stop listening to atm?  Look What You Made Me Do -Taylor Swift How many times do you use a bath towel before washing it?  one or twice What time do you usually eat dinner?  depends.  Usually as soon as I’m done with work for the day Have you ever been falsely accused of something serious?  No In which were you happiest: elementary, middle, or high school? None.  Those were all years of hell for me.  Happiest would be college What was your favorite thing to do as a little kid?  I loved going home from school and putting VH1 on waiting for the Beatles Real Love video to come on.  Sometimes my best friend would come over to watch too You can bring back one dead pet to life. Which one?  Can’t choose one.  So it would be Sammy and Brownie Rock, paper, or scissors?  I don’t remember what I used to choose Who was the last person to ask you out? Well, I have a little something that needs to be planned with my current crush if that counts What are your favorite pajamas you have? no favorite What’s your least favorite ice-cream flavor?  I’m not an ice cream fan Do you prefer it when it gets darker earlier?  No Are there a lot of cookbooks in your house, or just a few? Or maybe none at all?  None Who are your godparents?  My aunt Julie and my uncle Bobby Can you touch​ your nose with your tongue?​​  Yes. What brand is your toothpaste?  Colgate Are you currently broken out?  yes. What was the last hotel you stayed at? Best Western I think. Do you have a favorite NASCAR driver?  No. Eyeliner. Yes or no?  Yes. What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make?  I don’t remember Where is the last beach you went to?  One in Massachusetts.  Forgot the name of it Have you ever been rock climbing?  No Have you ever played Gamecube?  No. What has been the biggest event for you to overcome?  I don’t know Do you have a favorite pet?  I have one now, Breezy.  But I loved all my dogs When someone drops something do you immediately go and pick it up for them?  Yes Could you call your best friend right now and tell them your biggest secret, and trust them to keep it?  Yes.  But I don’t have a secret LOL Have you ever played Wii Fit?  No Have you ever touched a caterpillar?  I don’t know Is there a YouTube channel whose videos you always watch?  No How often do you feel lonely?  Depends Do you struggle with depression?  Yes What is the worst treatment you’ve had to put up with from someone else?  Ex best friend treating me like shit What’s the longest you’ve gone without eating?  No idea. Do you like watching music videos?  Yes Which, if any, drug have you ever abused?  None. Do you know your mail (wo)man?  Yes Honestly, are you often high-maintenance/hard to please?  No. Are there any flags flying outside at your home?  No. Will you vote in the next presidential election?  Yes.  Though part of me doesn’t see the point in voting at times Tell me about someone that you know dislikes you. What do you think is about you they don’t like?  They’re just jealous that’s all Tell me about something you’re afraid of. Why does it frighten you?  Elevators, lightning, and clowns.  I don’t wanna go into why Is there someone you could hang out with all the time, without ever getting bored of them?  Beki, my best friend Have you ever liked someone else when you already had a boyfriend/girlfriend? What happened?  Nope What mountain ranges have you seen?  Just whatever I’d see while traveling  Where would you most like to go in your state, etc that you haven’t been?  Upstate, Albany Have you ever seen or touched an iceberg?  Not a real one.  But I went to a Titanic exhibit and they had a replica of the iceberg for you to touch. Where was the most remote location you’ve ever been to? Where I stayed in Vermont for vacation once What is your most unhealthy habit? No idea Has your house ever been damaged in a storm? No What’s the least amount you’ve weighed since reaching your full height? I don’t know Do you think it’s cruel to keep an animal in a cage while you’re away?  Yes Are you scared of reptiles?  No Does death scare you?  Sometimes Do you use a comb or brush?  botht. When you were younger, did you ever do that exclamation point that looked like an upside down triangle and had a really big dot?  No. What kind of relationship do you have with the last person you kissed?  The way we talked every day Are there things in your life that you’ll never be able to get over?  I guess, but I’m trying to Have you ever turned to smoking or drinking to solve a problem?  No Would you mind dating someone significantly shorter than you?  Doubt I’d find a guy shorter than me LOL. What’s on your bedside table? My journals and my kindle How much money would it take to get you to give up the Internet for one year?  I need the internet cause of my job What are some things on your holiday wishlist?  some Criss Angel jewelry Who accompanied you to your first concert?  my parents What’s the temperature outside?  No idea. Have you ever been in detention?  no Do you wear black to look skinnier?  No I wear black cause it’s my favorite color Do you have scars on your wrists?  No How about anywhere else?  Yes many Do you post things on Facebook that are personal?  No. Has the last person you kissed ever taken their shirt off in front of you?  No Would you ever get in the passenger seat of a car with someone who’s been drinking?  Never What is a topic you definitely don’t want to talk about with anyone?  Anything political...especially now What is the craziest hairstyle and color you’ve had?  Nne What was your first gaming console?  Nintendo Which fictional villain is your favorite?  I don’t know What’s the last thing you’ve made with your hands?  No idea Which hair color would you never want to have?  None.  I wanna dye it many colors What is the wallpaper on your phone?  It’s me and Murr What was the last thing you wrote down?  Some notes for work. What is your least favorite color?  Pink What’s the most boring sport to watch?  Golf.  

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