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asmosmainhoe · 3 months

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hi i saw that you mentioned you’d do Obey Me Characters react to you being jealous and was wondering if you did it, cause i couldn’t find it 😅. and if not.. well i guess this is a request haha thank you 🫶

The brothers reacting to a jealous MC

Notes: Omg it's been yeaaaaars since I talked about that jsnsjqh I totally forgot

Gender: neutral

Warnings: none

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Lucifer

Saying that he doesn't enjoy the scene that unfolds before him would be a lie. You're standing there with your arms crossed and a frown on your face, too proud to admit your jealousy

He might even tease you little bit and have that awful cocky grin form on his pretty lips. That frustrates you more than anything

"Don't be a fool, my love. As much as I take joy in seeing you like this I don't want you to feel insecure."

"I'm not insecure though. I trust you."

"I know, but nevertheless I want you to remember that you have no competition. You could never have competition."

Maybe it's his reassuring voice or the adoration that is oh so obvious in his eyes that makes the silly voice in the back of your head shut up. You believe him when he says that no one compares

Mammon

So many mixed feelings. On one hand he likes the thought of having his favorite person fight for him, but on the others he really doesn't want you to beat yourself up over this

Mammon is a party animal and incredibly outgoing so those traits naturally come with some side effects which is in this case an overly confident admirer. The same admirer who is currently experiencing the terror of a lifetime thanks to the deadly looks you're giving them

As much as a jerk your beloved boyfriend can be this time he's keeping his teasing comments to himself. On the contrary even. He's sending clear signals towards the other demon by displaying so much affection towards you to the point where you have to practically shove him off you. It still leaves you giggling and grinning

"What in Diavolo's name are you doing?!"

"What does it look like? I'm givin' ya the Mammon deluxe package!"

Leviathan

Of course he knows the feeling too well. After all he's struggling with keeping it at bay at the slightest interaction you have with other people. It's not his intention to hurt you or cage you in simply because he can't control himself

So out of all the brothers Levi is the one to react the fastest. He's already pulling you aside for a more private setting and tightly wraps his arms around you

"Please don't think anything of it! You're my number one and you always will be!"

The hug might or might not have been a way to hide his intense blush as he's saying those words. We all know that it takes a lot out of him

He will avoid the other person like a plague from that point on even if you stop being jealous of them. Someone only has to mention their name and he's jumping to his feet as if he got stung by something

Satan

He doesn't care about how others feel about him so when you first mention that he has an admirer he doesn't pay it any attention. You don't know if it relieves or bothers you to be honest

While Satan couldn't care less about such things he still does care how you feel in this situation. If you're uncomfortable with the way the other person is treating him then he will address it to them immediately

But beware! He thinks the problem is solved with that and most likely doesn't quite notice that it still bugs you. You literally have to bring it up to him, but don't worry. Everything after that is easy

"Please don't get this the wrong way. I trust you with all my heart, but I don't know...I guess I need some extra reassurance to be able to get passed it."

"No, don't apologize, my dear. I'll give you anything you need to have the issue solved."

Asmodeus

Us Asmo stans know that he comes with a price. The price being a comically large amount of fans who would kiss the ground he walks on

Usually you're not the type to be bothered by that, because you knew exactly what you agreed to when dating him and Asmo has done everything in his power to never let you feel insecure in this relationship

Unfortunately there is still this one specific person who you can't seem to stand at all. The thought of them alone turns your stomach upside down and has your blood boiling

Please feel more than free to bring it up to Asmo though! He doesn't want you to feel that way.

Since the beginning he's been doing nothing, but fight the allegations that he's not a loyal partner and only cares for one thing and you've been making sure that he knows how much you trust him

"I can tell them to step on the breaks and if they don't listen then I'll just be a bit more assertive."

"What exactly do you mean with assertive?"

"Don't you worry your pretty head, honey."

The next day this person magically vanished from all social media and for some reason Asmo doesn't want to give you any details, but you do know that his fanclub has something to do with it

Beelzebub

Like Satan he couldn't care less what other people feel towards him. He has his family and his own close circle that's all he really needs, but he's an extremely attentive boyfriend. Your sudden mood changes whenever this particular demon is mentioned or around don't go unnoticed

"Did they do something to hurt you?"

Beel-fight-mode is activated and he's looking around for that person, ready to knock the breath out of their lungs

"No, no! It's a bit...silly."

You're feelings aren't silly! They're valid! Just tell him what's going on and he will get to it immediately

If you need some extra reassurance after that then he's more than happy to cover you in love and affection

Belphegor

Is it bothering you enough to put up with his teasing? Don't give me that look. We both know that he's going to provoke the shit out of you

"Wow, is someone jealous?"

"I will punch you."

Yes, he will make you suffer for several days, but when he notices that you're genuinely hurting from it he will stop

He doesn't mind being rude to others to get his point across or to get you what you want. So, no. He's not breaking their heart. He's shattering it into million tiny pieces and stomps on the remains

Later that day when you two are cuddling in bed he's telling you that you're the only one for him as he drifts off to sleep kissing you

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vagabond-umlaut · 29 days

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meet you where the sky meets the earth

to love is to listen to your heart, not your brain. to dream whilst in love, is to make your brain listen to your heart.

▸ gojo satoru x fem!reader; former teacher x former student [gojo is six yrs older than reader]; bittersweet fluff; you're so in love w satoru, it shd hurt- but it doesn't because you've grown numb to the ache; one-sided feelings [are they really?]; few mentions of food; gojo calls you 'cookie'; this is way too tender even for me, istg; 1.5k wc

▸ belongs to the series 'you make my heart flutter and fibrillate' but can be read as a stand-alone fic if you wanna! 😊

▸ the header is from pinterest, the dividers are by @benkeibear, the characters used here aren't mine. pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this. hope y'all enjoy reading this ❤️❤️

the first time you think of marrying gojo, you're only twenty years old.

hardly the age to be dreaming of wedding bells at, right?

yeah, right. that's very, very right— still, your heart is your heart, just how your brain is your brain, the former easily swaying the latter by a few skipped beats— and you find your cheeks growing warm, laughs stumbling past your lips as you place the box of cornflakes into your shopping cart.

gojo sputters from beside you, eyes comically wide behind his shades as they dart from you to the elderly woman before.

you take a second to compose yourself before answering the ask that created this mess in the first place, a polite smile lining your face, "oh, no– not at all, ma'am! we're not married. i'm just an old friend helping him with the groceries, haha."

"oh," that's the only thing the woman says in reaction, kind smile now a tiny frown before it reappears. and she apologises, "i'm sorry, dears. just thought you two to be newlyweds from how giddy and loving you seemed to each other... time i went for an eye check-up, yes?"

"hey, please don't be sorry..." you start to say, but before you can get any further, the woman has already walked away with her shoppping basket.

you fall silent.

the same way the man next to you too has grown quiet, an awkward silence taking up the foot between you both. until you break it with a strained chuckle.

"we were acting giddy and loving to each other, eh?"

"were we?" comes the contemplative question to your comment. you look up to find gojo looking at you, the blue of his eyes weirdly bright in the dim lights of the supermarket as he repeats, "were we, cookie?"

yes. no. you don't really know—

yes, 'cause you know you love him.

not since forever, no, but close enough to it: your once-fascination for the supposed mortal deity of the jujutsu world, the mitochondrion on which the cellular structure of the society banks to survive; that grew into something made of wonder, respect and fondness, as you slowly came to know not only the icon but also the man behind it; that grew into something so profound, nestling deep within your existence– so much so that you feel the earth shifting on its axis everytime he calls you or grins at you or just looks in your direction—

no, 'cause you know you aren't loved back.

not the way you wish to be... not that you blame gojo for that, though!

you know he is way too busy to be thinking of such topics– what with being the strongest sorcerer ever, the head of the one-man gojo clan, the teacher to the first-years at tokyo high, the legal guardian– but in fact, the father figure to the two kids, 'gumi and 'miki– or maybe, just maybe, he is busy, alright, but not too busy— gojo simply doesn't see you that way; he sees you to be nothing but his former student— one he knows he can rely on to help with his children, or the groceries, or a variety of other menial daily tasks he can just hire help for—

you don't know.

yeah... you really, really don't know– and by now, you think you don't even want to know anymore. it's easy, it's safe, it's nice to remain not knowing. the word 'yes' comes with too many dreams– the word 'no' serves the perfect haven to nightmares.

the three words "i don't know" bear no such burden on their back– an untroubled answer you decide to offer, decide to escape using for the time being— until a slight knock on the head interrupts you, followed by an entertained set of chortles.

you peer up to find gojo beaming down at you, his eyes crinkled and cheeks dimpled. something twists in the middle of your chest, but it isn't painful; it's grounding. pleasant, even.

"it's too easy to get you worried, y'know? you're unbelievably easy to manipulate, heh."

"oh, am i now?" you retort, eyes narrowing into a cross glare– only to be betrayed by the fond smile grazing your lips not even a beat later. the man hums, grin simmering down to a knowing smile.

"mmhm," he says with that musical sway to his tone that never fails to make your fingers tingle, "you should have seen your face when i asked you the question– so pale and stiff– almost as if i was asking you to leave then and there, hearing that granny's comments—"

"you would have asked me to, if they were true– wouldn't you?"

gojo's smile vanishes in the blink of an eye. and you think the hand he has stretched out to the shelves of biscuits might fall too– but it does not, and you see him take a packet of your favourite bourbon biscuits followed by a packet of the digestives you've been forcing him to eat, and place them into the cart.

he checks the shopping list in your hand before he looks back at you.

before he smiles back at you: so soft, so solemn, so un-satoru— you instantly regret interrupting him with such a question.

but you do know how it is, don't you? what with a thudding heart and a thinking brain...

the handle of the cart digs deep indents into your palm as you press the weight of your worries into the cool metal and lean towards your companion on this grocery run, the same way a moth flies towards a flame, towards its doom–

"don't you ever dream of falling in love, gojo-san?" you let your voice drop to a murmur, audible only to you and the object of your desires, the subject of your worries, "do you not dream of a happily ever after with your 'one'– do you, gojo-san?"

"no," the response to your words comes in the very same instant. the man's shades slip a touch down the bridge of his nose as he pins his sharp gaze on you– though it can do nothing to hide the mild tremor in his grin from you when he says, "and i don't plan on dreaming ever. dreaming is only for fools with too much time to spare– do i look like a fool with too much time to spare, cookie?"

no. not at all. you don't. you look the farthest from it, in fact— is what you know you should say, and just drop the matter. for now. forever—

but you don't... just don't.

retorting instead, still a murmur but with the faint lick of a fire now, "and what do you suggest should be done to those fools, gojo-san? punished severely for their grievous crime of dreaming, hm?"

"oh, don't be too harsh," he tuts with a breezy chuckle, "what people do is honestly their business; one i've got no interest in interfering in— but..." his grin twists into something wry, a change you find tough to tear your gaze away from, "i don't think i would give such folks the time of my day– it's simply not worth it to talk with those whose feet are not on the solid ground, floating around meaninglessly in air–"

"why are you talking with me then?"

interrupted, gojo blinks. once, and twice, then thrice.

you watch your face crumple in the dark tint of his shades, withering and cracking in the dull light and stale air of this stupid supermarket; but definitely not as stupid as you:

messing things up when they're perfectly fine and alright, only 'cause you do not, rather cannot, keep your mouth shut, no matter what– all your inhibitions let gone of as your heart gains control over your brain and your stupid damned mouth—

you feel a tiny knock on your forehead, the second time this evening, followed by strands of hair being gently brushed away; too careful for your breath to not get stuck in your chest. you peer up at the man in front, teeth lightly gnawing the inside of your lower lip.

gojo's features shift into something between fond and worried– you just hope you aren't misreading him right now– the man tucks those strands of hair behind the shell of your ear.

his fingers still right above your jaw, touching yet not really touching, features finally, finally, settling into a smile– "maybe because i enjoy talking with you, cookie, no matter how foolish you are."

some people say, marriage is a holy act, a sacred institution, in and of itself— connecting hearts, binding souls– cementing the promises of staying together forever... whilst few see marriage to be meaningless— paltry affair of papers and signatures and people, none bearing any significance, 'cause nothing can, not when it comes to the matters of the hearts, neither in proving nor in disproving them–

no matter what people think, you think you will be okay, irrespective of whether you marry gojo or not, irrespective of whether gojo loves you or not– provided– and this is a weird, still important 'provided'—

you and he end up shopping together in the supermarket, feeling and seeming so happy and comfortable with each other— others mistake you for a pair of newlyweds, blissfully deep in love.

tysm to my dearest andy [@andysdrafts], mimi [@avatarofstars] & dilay [@roseqzpd] for constantly motivating me while i was writing this. ilysm my darlings 😘😘😘

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#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru x reader #satoru x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo fluff #gojo angst #jjk fluff #jjk angst #kit posts 📝

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randomyuu · 8 months

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i keep the warmest truth.

Well you look at that. Another comic hahahaha why did I do this to myself—

But I do enjoy drawing this comic! It was a different kind of challenge, where this one focuses a lot on close-ups, so I need to learn about the subtlety of expressions. Can’t say I learn a lot (I use lots of copy-pasting of the same position lmao), but I still learn... something!

This beautiful one-shot fic is titled i keep the warmest truth by Dehawny. If I have to summarise the fic, it’s basically Ace!Gojou and Adorable!Yuuji. It's more like gray ace but better keep the “A” going, haha. And as usual, the fic is NSFW, so please do read the tags before you decide to give it a read.

Ace!Gojou is something I don’t know I need. I think I love almost every kind of Gojou headcanons, but Ace!Gojou holds a special place in my heart. I could be biased as someone in the ace spectrum, but the way Dehawny wrote Gojou and Yuuji’s interaction is truly heartwarming. And also a bit possessive, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Possessive Gojou is my jam.

And Yuuji. Oh, dear lord where do I even start with this boy. I don’t have enough vocabularies to express how much I adore Yuuji. Him being his horny teen-self and constantly worrying about making the pleasure mutual is too much for my heart. And he’s still understanding of Gojou’s sexuality. Yuuji is kind, like that. Don’t mind me as I’m crying out happy tears in the corner.

Alrighty, below are my thoughts as I drew this, as usual haha:

After I got a taste with comic-making from my previous GoYuu comic, this one is a bit easier to plan once I narrowed down the scene I want to draw. I wanted the comic to start with Gojou positioning himself and Yuuji in the futon, bringing up Yuuji’s question weeks ago, but that means I have to draw 10+ pages and I was like, “haha nope”. I still love my hands, thank you very much. So I start with Yuuji’s reaction after Gojou explains a bit about his sexuality.

Panelling is still a struggle. In a way that I still feel that the layout can be improved, but I can’t for the life of me figured out what needs to be improved. I guess this kind of thing will come eventually, but not now.

During the sketching, I must say I got super hyped drawing Gojou’s eyes. That eye close-up? I really want to try making it as ethereal as possible in an achromatic setting. It’s intimidating, don’t get me wrong, but I have always loved drawing eyes since I was a kid and this is a fun thing to test my love for eyes.

If I have to complain… it would be the intimate position of them laying on the futon. I never really try drawing “couple-like” positions before, but it was really hard! Like, holy shit, can you guys stop being so awkward looking? Where the hell did I draw it wrong??? Thankfully references have helped me a lot with positioning.

The line art took sooo much time because I realise I want to make Gojou and Yuuji more… buff (kinda) so I need to re-sketch a bit :(( but the result is better than the previous one, so I’ll take what I can get haha. And I start to really like using screentones for shading—once I properly learn how to do manga layout, I think I might fall in love with drawing mangas!

But overall, this is a fun process to do, and I hope you enjoy the comic and this rambling of mine! :D

#Yuu's art #jjk-fic-fanart #jjk-ship #jjk ship #五悠 #goyuu #goyu #5u #gojou x yuuji #gojo x yuji #gojo x itadori #tumblr's UI changed quite a bit huh #I hope there's no problem with the uploaded images

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kathaynesart · 1 year

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Thoughts on Cass’ ROTTMNT Future AU Casey series?

What, you mean you haven’t noticed me crying in the comment section as much as everyone else? Haha, but seriously. @somerandomdudelmao story is one of my all time favorites and very near and dear to my heart. I think that’s why their latest update hit me so hard. I suppose it’s only fair given my past sins.

I feel close to their story since we’re both trying to tell more canonically accurate bad future stories. A fellow soldier in arms haha. This is just my interpretation but I like that it feels as if Cass’ story is more in line with the fun (but still emotional), episodic vibe of the Rise show, while mine is closer in tone to the Rise movie. I don’t think this was at all intentional on either of our parts but it’s a fun detail to think about.

I’ve done a little crossover with them during the Peepaw Showdown competition which you can find in my Masterpost. It’s very short but a really fun and heartwarming read. Recommend it if you haven’t.

On top of all that Cass had mentioned sneaking some nods to Replica into their story so I recommend rereading their whole comic and see if you can find them ;) I will definitely be throwing in a nod or two for their story into Replica.

#rottmnt #rottmnt replica #cass Rottmnt future au

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kandavers · 6 days

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Here comes a small ramble about how RadioApple and your art kinda made my mind explode/pos

I used to be very icky about RadioApple and any Alastor ship, really... I'd go "Ew! Respect the aroace rep!" and block away anything with such contents... But after crossing with your tumblr I was enthralled. In special the "No touch Day" small comic, something about it made me feel happy.

Gosh, I never had seen that type of aroace representation... I kinda knew it was an spectrum, but never got the meaning of that, I'd just assume it wasn't for my understanding as a pansexual (supposedly the opposite).

But holy shit- With your Tumblr not only did I get the meaning.

Now guess why the "No Touch Day" comic makes me so happy? Because it made me go "haha, funny I'm kinda like Alastor in that one. Probably that's why not every single one of my relationships worked, sometimes I'd just not feel like romance or getting touchy, haha... OH"

... Guess who now knows they're pan and somewhere on the aroace spectrum? Exactly, me!

I feel a bit awkward sending this, but I felt like you needed to know the huge (good) impact your art got in someone's life :D

(Well, not so small ramble... Sorry lmao)

Don't worry! I enjoy reading rambles like these!

I'm very glad you like my No Touch Tuesday comic! In fact, it's very near and dear to my heart as well! On some days my friends want to cuddle, but I would feel too out of it to touch anyone. It happens to me Too!

Honestly I project a lot of my real-life experiences onto my art (has it been Obvious?), so when I hear that You feel the same way, I feel seen! So nice to know I'm not alone :)

I hope to do this Pair more justice in the future! It's very Fun to explore their dynamics and illustrate them in silly comics and such :D I hope you'll Look Forward to it!

#kanrambles #ask #radioapple #appleradio #hazbin hotel #asexual #aromantic #ace pride #^^

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no-brain-just-akutagawa · 10 months

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heya i'm getting into bsd again and realized that you're the only bsd blog i follow 😭 would it be possible for you to recommend some good blogs? i assume you'd know a few, but sorry if this comes off as pushy or weird

Hiii! Thank you for the ask, I’m genuinely sorry for taking like a million years to answer it. It’s a really awesome ask, so don’t worry, it wasn’t pushy or weird! I know it may have seem as though I didn’t like it since it took me good 2 months to get to it, but I really appreciate it and I was simply busy with real life stuff. Feel free to always ask me about cool blogs to follow, I’m more than happy to give my mutuals and other creators a shout out!

I listed some of my personal favourite blogs alphabetically to make it a bit more organized haha

For the tagged creators: I provided little descriptions for some of the creators listed here, but if I accidentally messed something up, just let me know and I’ll change it. Also don’t worry if you’re on the list without a description, it just means I didn’t know how to put my appreciation into words.

@akutagawah – edits

@awkwardbsd – general bsd posting

@bapplebeess – fanart

@bemysillygoose – fanart

@canetteto – fanart

@carrotkicks – fanart. Has an analog horror series and different storylines, so if you’re interested in exploring different stories through fanart, this is your person

@choccatto – fanart

@creantzy – fanart. The creator of a really cool fan comic called The Path to Freedom and the Bernadette 2023 animatic (as a member of the fyolai nation, I absolutely adore their content)

@credensjustitiam – fanart

@dailynakaharachuuya – fanart

@dazaistabletop – general bsd posting

@deadmitochondria – memes. The only inactive blog on this list, but it’s worth it

@death-in-a-handbasket – fanart

@destructive-delight – fanart. If you like angst and horror vibes, you’ll absolutely LOVE it here

@dsskkrt-jpeg – fanart. The creator of the Nowhere to Run animatic (and overall a fyolai icon)

@emilylovescookies – fanart

@featherphoenixart – fanart

@flower-of-darkness – THE analysis queen

@fyodors-fancy-teacup – fanart

@greendy2l – fanart

@hant-huyant – fanart (though not really active on tumblr I think)

@hoshiumiumi – fanart

@imsofrancey – fanart

@inkantigen – fanart

@itotypes – fanart and fics. The creator of Mors Omni Vincit on ao3 (the pirate!au)

@iwritenarrativesandstuff – analyses

@kaus-quietis – my jojo sis. She did an incredible analysis of Fedya that’s a must read!!! She used to post fanart, but is now focusing on her studies (let’s gooooo)

@koiblossom5 – hilarious incorrect quotes.

@kokoasci – fanart

@kyouka-supremacy – general bsd posting. The president of sskk nation (not officially, but c’mon she deserves this title)

@marshukitty – fanart

@miammey – fanart and fics on ao3. One of the only people I’ve seen who does art of the Hunting Dogs, so if you’re interested in THD, Miam is a must follow

@mochimochips – fanart. One of the only artists who consistently make fanarts of Verlaine and Rimbaud (and that’s very rare in the fandom!)

@mr-vanhellis – fanart

@nnakahara – moodboards. Our favourite historian ♡

@nixnephilii – fanart. The creator of Fyo!Atsushi au, which nevel fails to make me gasp, because it’s incredible

@originalartblog – fanart. The creator of Goosamu (who is Dazai as a goose and is VERY dear to my heart), and a few other AUs

@phonyrams – fanart

@platykool – fanart. Some of my absolute favourite fanarts of Sigma! (and doa and bsd overall, but I really wanted to highlight Sigma)

@pleucas – fanart

@pompompurin1028 – fics. Some of the best, most in-character fics I’ve ever read. If you like Dazai, you’ll ADORE her fics.

@popopretty – an absolute MVP of this fandom. Translations, summaries and trivia

@rampopurin – analysis and general bsd posting. The science side of bsd fandom (if you wanna learn about space and science through bsd go follow!)

@rinqueraa – fanart

@sandyy-boo – fanart

@sensitiveheartless – fanart and fics. So many awesome AUs and comics (they’re listed in Senhart’s pinned post, so they’re really easy to find)

@slothfail – fanart

@tatooou-art – fanart

@tecchous-thicc-buttocks – incorrect quotes

@tunamayuuu – fanarts. The creator of kny!au

uwu-m1lk – fanart

wrenkos – fanart

PS. if any of you guys want to add more creators to the list, feel free to do so in the reblogs!

#asks #you have no idea how honoured I feel to be the one to introduce other bsd creators to lovely anons

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sssammich · 4 months

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Platonic breakfast ritual (prompt)

oh what's up anon thanks for sending me this prompt

you didn't give me a ship so i just picked my own to write for so hope it's cool i wrote it for swan queen. if not, just come back and i'll do something else haha

thanks!

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It’s temporary, this thing. This current arrangement that they have while Emma finds a new place to live away from the loft—cramped and cacophonous; too full a house with a new baby. She doesn’t think too deeply about how she feels about it, pretends her heart doesn’t throb and ache at being displaced and replaced once again. It's a noxious thought to keep, so she does her best to clear it out of her.

So, yes. The arrangement to stay at the mansion until she sorts out her affairs. Yet Emma is not exactly rushing to end it. Not when the choreography of her waking hours brings about a certain comfort that she does not want to relinquish, happening in a place that devastatingly feels more like home than she has ever felt in all the decades of her life. In a place that isn’t hers to claim, but for now she’ll pretend because the walls are present and the sheets are soft.

It is inconveniently pleasant to wake up rested at Regina’s house in one of her massive guest bedrooms. It is even more so when she languidly makes her way down the stairs and towards the kitchen where she first gets a whiff of food being made, and the lingering scent of coffee in the air. The rest of her senses catches up to her when she hears whatever Regina is cooking just as she inevitably sees Henry already sitting in front of his breakfast plate, fork in one hand and comic book in the other as if it’s the morning newspaper.

“Good morning, Ma,” he offers, his eyes never once straying from the page. She shakes her head, but greets him in turn.

“Morning.” Then, she casts her eyes up at Regina and offers her a smile. “Good morning, Regina.”

“Good morning, dear.” Regina accompanies her gentle morning greeting with an offered plate brimming with food right in front of the seat that Emma has deemed as hers during her stay. Despite Regina’s frequent comments about Emma’s abhorrent appetite and etiquette, she’s there enabling Emma with a full plate. Emma notices, of course, but doesn’t say anything for fear that Regina will change and give her one less hash brown in the stack.

Still, even as her mind slowly eases into the morning, she doesn’t immediately take her seat at the table. Instead, she heads towards the coffee bar—which is literally just the far end of the kitchen counters where there’s one of those fancy single-serve coffee machines. She sets to brewing herself a cup since that’s the only machine she’s allowed to touch; the Italian espresso machine beside it is off limits. For the best, Emma thinks.

Once her coffee is done, Emma lets the mug sit to the side and plucks another mug out of the cupboard, repeating the steps, waiting quietly while the machine cranks and whirrs and gurgles before the dark sea of coffee fills the new mug. It is the first full cup that Regina has in the morning, the first dose of caffeine coming from the espresso machine that Regina handles herself upon rising. Emma only skirts the edges of her thoughts at what it means to have Regina trust her to make her first cup of coffee for the day. Yet on that first morning she'd received the request, Regina only arched a brow and exasperated teasingly, "surely, you can't completely flub up making coffee."

Emma doesn’t move in place, uncharacteristically settled on her feet, her arms folded across her chest as she waits. Not wanting to break the tranquil silence, she doesn’t say anything, and neither do the others in the kitchen. It’s a quiet morning, but comfortable and companionable. Normally when things are too quiet, she gets restless as if she must fill the space herself or excuse herself entirely. But the last week at Regina’s place has given her more peace than she’d gotten in months, and she hates that by the end of this upcoming week, it’ll be gone again. Still, she doesn’t think too hard on this.

For now, she grasps both the filled mugs and places them on their respective placemats as she’s done almost everyday this week. She sits in her chair and she waits until Regina does the same. She offers the other woman a shy grin, perhaps more tender than she’d intended (she’ll simply blame the morning hours for it if pushed) and Regina returns it, the gentle smile across Regina’s face splitting her face so beautifully.

The three of them sit like a family that Emma has always wished for and eat breakfast together.

#swanqueen #swan queen #swan queen ficlet #fic prompt #i reckon if anybody else has a prompt they're free to send it my way lol #samfic

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dialovers-translations · 7 months

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Its okay to loose interest on something, especially since you’ve been inside the fandom for the longest i know, you are the very first blog I followed when i joined the fandom on tumblr, i really appreciate all of the years and hours and sweat you have put in the blog (especially since you also are the owner of one of the most known diabolik lovers oc!).

So i get it if you don’t feel as passionate as you felt before, anyway i just wanted to thank you for all of your work even though i know it will never be enough to compensate the amount of love you have put in your translations, making it possible for everyone to understand the characters more with all of the notes and personal thoughts about every single post and translation, including the organization of every game and cd drama, tweet and comic, month lists of what translations you would have done in the future, and most importantly, the constant uploads no matter how long and endless those translations seemed.

You are truly what i call a hero. And even if you won’t come back i will never complain about your “service” to this fandom<3

Farewell and good luck~

p.s. : kisses from Liz <<33

Thank you so much. ;w;

Honestly, this message made me tear up a little, haha.

This fandom is very dear to my heart and it wasn't easy for me to make the decision to go on an indefinite hiatus.

I just wanted to be honest with myself and I realized that translating was feeling like a chore rather than a fun activity.

While discovering a new interest in Genshin might play a part in it, I do think it is normal to experience this kind of burn out. So for now, taking a longer break is the best thing I can do. uwu

Perhaps people forget this sometimes, but I'm a working adult outside of Tumblr. I'm a full-time teacher, which is a very emotionally demanding and draining job.

So yes, sometimes I like to come home and just play a game like Genshin, instead of playing DL where I have to once again concentrate because I need to translate the content. ^^;;

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marciaillust · 6 months

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Hi!! This has probably already been asked but I can’t find anything on it. Do you have any plans to continue with the clockmaster?? I really enjoyed reading it and would love to see more of it if you’re wanting to do anything more with it!! No worries if not though, I just thought it was really funky and it made my brain happy :))

Hi!

Yes, The Clockmaster is absolutely gonna continue!

The reason I stopped making The Clockmaster is a series of events, the major one being that 3 years ago I suffered an arm injury that came with 24/7 chronic pain, which really took a toll on me and my relationship with drawing. For a period of time I couldn't create and after that drawing anything came with soul destroying pain which made it impossible to create new pages on a weekly basis. I am still dealing with it but after 3 years of physio and what not I am doing better than ever, and as you might have seen I'm even making comics again :)

I know the comic's been gone for quite some time but I have not lost any interest in making it. More than that, during my break I learned a lot about storytelling, making comics, making my process more efficient among many other things, so I'd like to think when TCM comes back it will be a delightful read haha! I hope the two bigass doujinshis I created during the break stand as a proof of that!

However, when it comes back The Clockmaster will definitely be released in a new format - I don't think I will be doing weekly updates anymore, I will be releasing it in chapters. Longer breaks, but each update will be a nice lengthy read. The main reason for that is that having created two whole comic books during my time away I learned I find it so much easier, more enjoyable and preferable to create and finish comics in their entirety prior to anyone seeing them. I think the doujinshis have much better pacing, the economy of storytelling comes into play big time, and the emotional buildups and payoffs land way better. I want that for The Clockmaster! I want it to be excellent! I want to see the whole dang forest and not just the trees :)

However, to be completely honest, the earliest Clockmaster will come back is winter 2024. The reason for that is so far my schedule is looking positively packed for the upcoming months. Firstly, I want to conclude the 2nd asoryuu doujinshi extravaganza and I predict the last orders will be sent out in March. After that I will be moving between countries. I don't want to disclose too much info about my private life but many things will change for me and things will be hectic at least until August if not September 2024. As I said, I want to release The Clockmaster in bigger chunks now, so the chunk will have to be drawn. That will take months. But it's coming back! Meet me here same time next year and Orion, Rosie and Garret will be right there with me!!

Lasty, to conclude this essay of an answer: Thank you for saying you enjoyed reading it. The Clockmaster is something very dear to my heart and even though I am creating it for myself there is this worrying voice at the back of my head that when it comes back noone will care, that it's been 3 years and everyone forgot, and that it's not fandom stuff so noone will give it the time of the day. But hearing you say you enjoyed reading it makes me feel that art is timeless in its ability to make people feel something and that I am capable of creating of art that does just that :)

#the clockmaster

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linaselandbasil · 2 months

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HAHA, nerds! (Working title)

CHAPTER 2

(Bloodweave University au)

AO3 link, link to chapter 1

...

"Ugh, my nail broke! How does that even happen!" Astarion complained to Shadowheart literally immediately as she got into his car.

"I have no clue. I have never seen you work. Ever." She threw her backpack on the backseat and buckled up. "So, your place?"

"Yeah." He pulled out of the parking lot of the comic parlor and drove towards the nearest Wc Deepalds. "What do we order?"

"Fries, bunches. And a milkshake. And ice cream."

"We have ice cream at home."

"It's not the same, I assure you!" Shart said, crossing her arms. "Whatever, It's not like papa Caz is letting you eat any of it."

"Yeah, it's for guests, and you are a guest, so eat the fucking ice cream at home!" Astarion drove a little faster, unintentionally of course, he's a lawyer by trade, he's not a fan of being sued. Not a good look.

"You're unbearable!"

"So are you. But we're friends, so I'll forgive you." Astarion said with no hint of theatrics in his voice. A rare occurrence.

"Likewise."

After a bit of silence they arrived at the drive through and Astarion rolled his window down.

"Welcome to Wc Deepalds, what can I get you?"

"Can I get a ummmmmmm iced coffee and two large fries, annddddd ummmm... Shart what do you want?"

"Ice cream with caramel sauce, an oreo shake and garlic sauce... For the fries." She, of course, crawled into Astarions lap to lean out the window, even though she really didn't need to.

"Alright, is that all?"

"Yes, thank you." The pale elf said, shoving his worstie back into the passanger seat and driving to the next window where they spent a few minutes waiting. "Of course a little goblin like you would know the menu of this... mistakenly popular establishment. I congratulate you on your VIP ticket to heart failure."

"Thank you, I appreciate it." The window opened and Astarion was handed a warm, delicious smelling paper bag of fatty liver disease. He paid with his papa Cazador money and drove away.

Shadowheart said "Gimme that." And took the bag of fast food. She dug right into her ice cream.

"Bon appetit, my friend."

"Thanks."

"Youre very welcome." He took a sip of his coffee.

"Hey what's up with that bearded guy you asked out? D'he text you yet?"

"Yes. About 30 minutes after I left the store. Eager." Astarions apartment is not far from them by now, they can see it in the distance. A sad beige building with several floors full of annoying neighbors.

"You like them when they're enthusiastic, don't you."

"I do, and what about it? I prefer to know that my partners enjoy themselves!"

Shart sighed. "Such a politically correct gentleman you are."

He nearly choked on his coffee trying to speak his next words. "I AM! And beautiful! Not enough people mention that." He parked his car, got out and began marching to the enterance without waiting for his esteemed guest.

She managed, carrying her gym bag and the Wc Deepalds goodies in her hands of holding. Astarion climbed the stairs with her following not far behind, he took out his keychain, which had about a dozen charms and was attached to one of those things that let you put it around your neck.

"Make yourself at home, darling."

"I will." She took her shoes off at the entrance before the pale elf put her head on a stick for it. "So, I was thinking dark makeu-"

"SAVE. IT. FOR. THE. CAMERA." He put his coffee down on the counter.

"Sheesh, okay." She plopped down on the couch. "Ugh, I don't know how long I can take working at that place."

"What was it this time."

"Just the usual neckbeard business. If we banned the customers that 'flirted' with me we'd be going out of business unfortunately. Can I have a drink?"

"But of course, dear." He opened the fridge and poured her a tall glass of delicious orange juice. Yummy.

"I was thinking of a more age restricted substance."

"We can drink after filming."

"Good... You know what, I'm taking a nap, you go ahead and do the camera things."

"Yeah, good idea. Sweet dreams!" She curled up on the couch and began lightly snoring in about 6 minutes. Astarion could never, he has horrible things to remember and he only finds a gap in his schedule for them right before bedtime.

He quietly went to his bedroom to get started setting everything up.

...

"Do you think this one's better?" Asked Gale, showing a picture on his phone to Wyll. "Or this one." He swiped left.

"I'm not sure, they're both very elegant. Is there a specific dress code? Like, a color scheme?" Wyll was not the best person to ask about this sort of thing, but he is the only person Gale was willing to talk to about it.

"I'm not sure, I can ask him tho."

"Do that, but don't tell him about what your outfit will be, trust me he'll love a surprise!" He tried to reassure the wizard with a smile but it went unnoticed, since the man in question was ferociously typing a message to his future husband and possibly father to their children.

The cafeteria was not busy, people are cooped up in their dorms studying and eating takeout. A shame, honestly, they're serving pizza today.

"Oh my weave he texted back!"

"What did he say?"

"Dark colors, preferably, but I won't get kicked out unless I look underdressed."

"Good thing you have no shortage of wizardly robes."

"True that.... I think I'll wear the purple one."

"Robe of summer? Good choice." He said, glass of water in hand. "I'm almost jealous, I do miss balls, but I don't miss the kids of people who attend them."

"Right, I forgot you were once a well coiffed little noblemanlet! You blend right in with the rest of us common folk!" He put his phone in his pocket but right as he was about to forget about it, he received another message. "It's him...."

"What is it about?" Gale read it, and turned a little red.

'It matters to me very little what wrappings are on a gift, all I care about is what's underneath.'

"Well, it could be interpreted in two different ways, I'm not sure what he really meant.." Gale showed his friend the text.

"I think... If you were to take offense to his boldness, he'd say he didn't mean it like that to not make you uncomfortable, but he definitely meant it like that!" He took a bite of his pizza, it's growing cold.

"That's smart." Gale took a deep breath and started typing. He then changed his mind and deleted all the letters, he could do better. He then literally typed out the exact same sentence.

'Well, it's quite impolite to give a gift without wrapping isn't it? Unwrapping is part of the fun!'

"Wyll my heart is pounding, I don't know how people do this whole dating thing casually..."

"I believe in you, you will persevere!"

"I hope you're correct." He got another notification.

"ITS A P-" He realized he was yelling and stopped, he calmly began anew. "He sent me a picture..."

"Open it." Wyll was very invested in this love story that he was merely an observer of. Gale opened the message, it was a picture of a camera setup.

"I was worried it would be a more anatomical image." Said Wyll.

"I doubt he'd do that. He seems more refined." Gale remembered he had pizza so he took a big bite as he thought of something to write. Another message came in the meantime.

'I neglected to mention but I do have an adorable side hustle of doing makeup on youtube~'

'No need, I recognized you.'

'That's cute. But I am going to be quite busy for the next few hours, you go ahead and enjoy your night darling'

'I will, thank you!'

Gale put his phone down. "Dear gods..." He breathed deep. "Wyll I think he put a spell on me!"

"I thought an evocation major would have noticed by now." Wylls pizza was long devoured, so he took to eating the suspiciously healthy looking salad they gave him.

"Or maybe I- He's just- hmmgh..." He bit into his slice of pizza once again. "I don't know, but he did something to me for certain!"

"You know, I think maybe you should worry less about it. He asked you out so he's clearly interested!"

"Stellar advice... I'm going back to dorm. Bye!" He took his tray to the tray receptacle (whatever it may be I hadn't been in a school cafeteria in a while) and dramatically went back to his building.

...

"Shart..." Poke. "Shaaart." Poke. Poke. "Jenevelle Hallowleaf, you wake up immediately or face my fury!"

"It's been at most 3 minutes, stop it!" He kept poking her. "Cease!" She sat up and grabbed Astarion.

"AGH! UNHAND ME YOU BASTARD!" She gave him the full sibling experience and slapped him with his own hand. "Stop hitting me!"

"Stop hitting yourself!" She chuckled and let go of him. He immediately stood up and smoothed his clothes out. "You changed?"

"Surely you didn't think I'd be recording the video in pajamas."

"You're right, going to the street in them was nowhere near as embarrassing." She said, stretching. "Let's get this done, I want to drink already."

"Yes, let's."

...

Gale tried on every fancy wizardly robe he has, the blue one, the yellow one, the other blue one, the purple one, he can't decide. He never even wears these, he's been living in sweats ever since he moved out of his mom's magic tower!

"I think you look quite dashing in this one Mr. Dekarios!"

"I don't feel very dashing." He admitted, looking at himself in the mirror he hexed to float.

"Maybe shaving would help."

"I'm certain it wouldn't. Maybe I ought to brush my hair." He held his hand out and a comb flew to him. He ran it through his glorious mane.

"Wash it." Tara jumped on the desk to see better. "You live like you're invisible, I'm surprised that this Asterion noticed you!"

"Ah-STAR-ion."

"Yes him, he has an eye for fixer uppers." She laid down on his laptop, sprawling out like it was the nicest pillow she ever touched. "Put your earring on too. And cologne!"

"Great idea... When Mystra-"

"I don't want to hear her name from your mouth." She headbutted him. "When is he picking you up?"

"Tomorrow at 8 i think, ill have to check."

"Then you have time until tomorrow to get yourself into shape, you will be fine. OH, why don't you put your hat on?"

"You said it would ruin my hair." He snapped his fingers and it appeared in the air above him.

"Well, I changed my mind, I think it goes very nicely with these robes!"

"Very well." The hat floated down to his head, crowning him the king of rizzards. "It does look good, thank you for the suggestion."

"Great, now that the outfit is decided on, go rest! Tomorrow is a big day."

#fanfiction #bloodweave #gale of waterdeep #astarion ancunin #astarion #baldur's gate #baldurs gate 3 #bg3

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lloydfrontera · 2 months

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hmmm do ya think arcos and marbella use 'my son' for ksh!lloyd because to still have a connection to the original lloyd/acknowledge that this lloyd is not the original but still our son?

yes! that's exactly it imo!

they know this is not their lloyd, this is not the son they raised, but he's kind and he's good and they love him very much, so that's their son now. finders keepers.

i think postcanon they would have the most difficulty calling him 'lloyd' out of everyone but i don't really think it would be that big of an issue. partially because i think lloyd would understand why they would struggle to use their son's name for him, when he doesn't even look like him anymore, and he wouldn't resent them for it nor would they hold it against him. but also because i think in its place they would start using endearments like 'my son' or 'my dear' and there would be so much love packed into their words lloyd would never doubt for one second that they mean it.

i do think he would be a bit overwhelmed by it at first tho. he's so easy to fluster by sincere compliments in the novel that i think being constantly showered with affection like that would have him cringing out of his skin while also hoarding and clutching every word close to his chest.

there's this really cute scene in the novel (that ofc the comic skipped 🙄) that really encapsulates what i mean

"Yes, I see," the baron said as he gazed at Lloyd. "Um, but why are you looking at me like that?" "Whew, how should I say it? I just think that I am blessed to have you as my son." “...” "Haha, did I make you uncomfortable?" "Um, it's not that, but, well, yes, you are making me uncomfortable," Lloyd said. "And you saying it right at my face makes my stomach churn." Lloyd scratched the back of his head. He did throw a pitch to start another project to the baron, but such praise made his face flush red. But the baron continued to send gazes of confidence to Lloyd despite the latter's evident expression of discomfort. Lloyd was perturbed. Just then, he wondered if there still remained in his heart Suho Kim, the discouraged boy sitting cramped in a small room rental. Lloyd eventually broke into embarrassed laughter.

this happens several times btw. like. lloyd gets so embarrassed by how earnest arcos and marbella are about how much they love him, but at the same time, he can't help but crave and appreciate it. and i think that would carry over later on, even if the layer of guilt he had for deceiving them about his identity is gone.

so. yeah :3

#hey i got an ask #Anonymous #tged #the greatest estate developer #lloyd frontera #arcos frontera #ch 122 #also in this same chapter arcos also calls him 'my dear lloyd' 'my smart son' and is just. very sweet to him. i love them.

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ruinationz · 5 months

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"oh no,

looks like it's coming round again;

your vengeful parasite rearing its head,

come to tear us from our high...

(or: after pomni's comically catastrophic first day, caine seeks her out to try and formally apologize to her.)

(turns out that whatever lies behind that unfinished exit door, it seems to be more important to the jester than he expected...)"

(ME? POSTING FANFICTION AFTER A MILLION YEARS?? IN THIS ECONOMY??? MORE LIKELY THAN YOU'D THINK!)

What a way to greet a new member.

Caine had done it many times before! He would make it a point that, every time another human soul had found their way into the program, to give the warmest welcome his digital heart could legally provide. He'd even get the other members to pitch in, too!

So why, of all the possible days for it to occur, did someone have to Abstract on Pomni's first?

At least it wasn't the first time (sadly) that this had happened. All it took was a snap of a finger, and into the Cellar Kaufmo went.

(Or rather, what was left of the former clown. A shame, really; Despite his lack of generating anything humorous towards the eventual dissolve of his mental state, he was a joy to have around.)

But even with a situation resolved as quickly as that...Caine still couldn't shake the feeling that he'd spoiled our new human's introduction to his realm.

He sighed. Perhaps that now everyone was retiring to their living quarters for the night, he could drop by the jester's room to give her a formal apology.

Straightening his bowtie, he cleared his throat as he outstretched a hand towards the door...

Knock, knock.

"POMNI?"

...

No reply.

It was somewhat understandable; The woman was quite skittish, especially upon her arrival. But either way, he still had to deliver his message.

So, he attempted another series of knocks on the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

"POMNI, MY DEAR! IT'S YOUR RINGMASTER, CAINE!"

...

"...ARE YOU IN THERE?"

He waited a few seconds, tapping his foot on the ground with the slightest impatience...

And once again, no reply returned to him.

Now, that was odd.

Typically, the ringleader was deeply infatuated with the odd.

But in this situation...something was deeply, disturbingly different.

And he didn't enjoy it.

Not at all.

...

...Could she, possibly, be mad at me?

...No, no, that's ridiculous! Perhaps she's just sleeping! Haha, that must be it.

...

...But...wouldn't the knock have woken her up, then...? I did it twice, after all! Precisely five times, in fact! Should I try the doorbell instead? Humans usually wake up when y-

"Lookin' for 'new stuff', Caine?"

The ringmaster exclaimed at once as he snapped out of his daze, swiveling his body, then head around to find Jax leaning on the wall opposite from him.

"OH! JAX, MY GOOD MAN!" He blurted out, drumming the fingers of his free hand on his thigh.

"DO YOU, ER...PERHAPS, KNOW THE WHEREABOUTS OF MISS POMNI? IT'S QUITE URGENT, THE...INFORMATION I MUST DELIVER!"

...

"...Hmm..."

The rabbit put a gloved finger to his chin, his rectangular pupils shifting to the side as he placed his other hand on his hip.

"Now, the last time I saw that jester..."

His cheshire cat grin spread across his face, and he narrowed his eyes into two yellow crescents as he loomed a little closer towards the ringmaster's personal bubble.

"I think she was goin' through that nice, red, shiny 'exit' door you had lying around."

...

Caine felt his eyes widen, his heart skipping a beat.

...The Exit?

That Exit?

No.

No, she couldn't have gone in there. Especially not after...

"...Y-YOU...I-I-"

"Oh, c'mon, Caine! You know she's a newbie! You can do the math here: Someone new comes into the circus, and like, obviously they wanna leave! And what d'ya know, looks like somebody happened to have made a little exit door before they joined!"

The hare straightened his posture again, looking the fidgeting Caine up and down.

"...Boy—" He paused to give a dry, derisive chuckle, "—It's really funny how that certain someone didn't know what to put on the other si-"

"WHY."

Jax's smile faded as he furrowed his brow and rapidly tapped his foot a few times, seemingly annoyed by being cut off so suddenly.

"...Hm? Got somethin' to say, pearly whites?" He smirked after a beat of silence, taking a few steps closer to the ringleader as he spoke.

"...I...I SAID..." Caine began, stumbling back as the rabbit approached him.

"WH-WHY? WHY WOULD SHE GO BACK IN THERE? SHE SHOULD ALREADY KNOW THAT...THAT IT'S UNFINISHED!-"

"Golly, Caine, I sure do wonder why!" Jax sneered, his tone laced with a sarcastic, feigned ignorance.

"I meaaan...There is the itsy-est, bitsy-est, tiiiiiiiiiiniest possibility that she might be goin' a liiiiittle..."

He stuck out his tongue through his teeth, swirling a pointer finger next to his head and mimicking the melody of a cuckoo clock.

"You know."

The rabbit snickered, clearly amused with how increasingly distressed the ringleader was becoming, as he crossed his arms and went back to leaning on the wall behind him.

"Looks like that's two clowns in a row, amiright? I mean, you should've seen her at dinner! Her face was li-"

"WHERE IS IT."

Jax frowned, putting his hands on his hips as he gave an annoyed grumble.

"The door? WOW, Mister Chatterbox! I SURE don't know!" He remarked, words dripping with sarcasm.

"I mean, it's not like you can't just- Oh, I dunno! Magically make ANYTHING and ANYONE you want appear with the snap of a finger-"

And with the snap of a finger indeed, the exit shooting up to Caine's right as he swung the door open and slammed it behind him, abandoning the conversation at once.

"God, what a weirdo."

It felt as if Caine's mind was running at lightning speeds as he darted down the long, dimmed corridor, his surroundings beginning to blur. He nearly rammed into the end of the hallway as he snatched onto the handle and yanked it sideways, almost tearing the door off its hinges as he rushed through the entrance.

...

And then, as he finally slowed to a halt, he was greeted by something unusual.

Very unusual.

From the beginning of his existence, Caine had become well accustomed to the candy-shaded, neverendingly stimulating environment that was the digital threshold of the circus. It was always a comforting, familiar sight; the constant, blaring music, the canned, virtual laughter, the sound of some sort of eternal performance of an adventure occurring around him.

But this was not something familiar.

Not at all.

As he stood in the middle of the dull, grey-and-beige-toned sea of cubicles, the taste of stale air on his tongue and the hum of the snow-colored fluorescent lights pulsating through the room...

...For the first time in his life, it felt as if he was getting a headache (or something remotely close to the sensation, considering...well, he didn't really have a head-) from the sight alone.

...

And then he heard the slightest trace of a sniffle in the distance.

He shook his head side-to-side in an effort to clear the strained feeling in his eyes, then, gripping further onto his staff, slowly drifted through the maze of tiled walls and towards the desk nearby, dipping his head downwards to look underneath it.

It was Pomni.

Well...he could tell it was her, despite the way that her hands had gripped onto her face and covered it entirely. The jester was completely motionless as she laid on her side, knees tucked tightly into her chest, the only sound produced from her bunched up form being the faintest occasional hint of a whimper.

How long, exactly, had she been here like this?

Caine couldn't allow that time span to increase any further.

If it did, then...

...

Inching ever so slightly closer to the body beneath the dust-covered desk, he flipped his staff around in his hand and, as quickly and gently as he could, prodded Pomni's side with the pointed end of it.

And she screamed.

Naturally (what else was he supposed to do, exactly?) his reaction was to scream as well, making a swirled zip about five feet into the air as he did so.

Once the noise had finally settled down between the two, a beat of silence passed before Caine slowly lowered his body to kneel on the floor in front of Pomni.

She gave a startled whine once their gazes locked with one another, her pupils reduced to a mess of frazzled, shaking scribbles as she sat herself up.

...

"...MY DEAR?" He attempted to keep his typically loud voice as low as possible as he spoke to the jester, who had now bared two rows of sharpened, gritted teeth at him in response.

"IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?"

A strangled cry escaped from Pomni's throat, and before the ringleader had a chance to react, she immediately lunged for him from underneath the desk.

For a moment he tensed himself up, bracing his body for impact as he squeezed his eyes shut...

...

And then it fell silent.

Then a softer sound, to the side of his head, began to increase in volume.

It wasn't the deafening chorus of the remnants of an Abstracted performer's voice that he had prepared himself for, that was for sure.

Gradually popping open one eye after another, Caine slowly turned his gaze to find...

...Oh.

Well, this was very unexpected.

Pomni had wrapped both arms and legs around his chest and waist, stuffing her face into the crook of his neck (or rather...the place it would go if he had one, that is) as her shoulders shook with each sob she made into his body.

...

"...OH, DARLING..." Caine murmured, steadily relaxing as he tenderly reached to return the embrace around Pomni's trembling form.

The two remained like that on the ground for some time, the performer's half-bawling, half-wailing incoherent fragments of sentences ringing through the empty office space whilst the ringleader rubbed circles into her back, making an attempt to silently console her as he swayed the duo back and forth.

Eventually the jester's cries fell to a hush, and she finally lifted her face from his shoulder, her puffy, rubbed-raw eyes remaining downcast.

...

"...I'm sorry."

Her voice was hoarse, steeped in guilt and barely above a whisper, as she began to lean forward again with tensing shoulders.

"I'm...I'm so sorry, I-"

"DEAR, IT REALLY IS ALRIGHT. YOU HAVEN'T UPSET ME." Caine cut her off, still trying to make his voice as reassuring as he physically could.

"IF ANYTHING...I WAS WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU."

He reached a hand out and gently placed it underneath the jester's chin, lifting her gaze from the ground beneath them.

"WHAT I REALLY WANT TO UNDERSTAND, POMNI...JUST ONE THING, THAT'S ALL I ASK OF YOU."

...

"WHY EXACTLY DID YOU COME BACK HERE, IF YOU KNEW IT WAS UNFINISHED...?"

The jester's pupils started to shift from erratic scribblings into calmer, more coherent shapes as her eyes slowly began to widen.

...

"...That...that desk..."

Her voice wavered as she spoke, and Caine allowed his gaze to focus on the rusted, cobweb-covered monitor behind the two.

"It...it's like...my brain knows what it is, b-but...it just- It just doesn't want to tell me..."

...

"...I...I can't even remember my own face, Caine." The fluorescent lights were starting to burn now, Pomni's voice breaking on the ringmaster's name as her pupils began to grow more and more scattered.

"That...that computer, i-it's all I have, and- and I need to know what it means! But I just keep hitting a- a dead end with it, and I-I can't stop until I can remember! What...what am I supposed to do if I don't...? If I- If I...can't?"

For the first time in Caine's existence, he was struggling to find a response.

He wanted to say something to her. He wanted to know what to say to her. He'd always had a way with words! It was in a ringleader's nature, after all!

But as he stared down at the jester, stared down at that miserable, heartbreaking sight before him...

...

...It felt as if whatever he was trying to say had caught inside his chest.

"...I...UNDERSTAND, THE DESIRE TO REMEMBER..."

Caine moved his hand from underneath Pomni's chin, using a thumb to wipe away the tears that began to well in her eyes again.

"BUT, DEAR...YOU COULD HAVE ASKED ME FOR SOME FORM OF ASSISTANCE, INSTEAD OF RETURNING TO THIS PLACE AND HURTING YOURSELF LIKE THIS."

...

"...What else am I supposed to do?"

He drew his hand back slightly upon hearing the desperation creeping into the jester's tone, to the point where his fingertips barely grazed the surface of her cheek.

"W-Whatever this place is...it knows something, and it's using it against me...something that I don't know." Pomni tugged on an end of her hat as she hissed through a pair of clenched teeth, which had sharpened itself once more.

"A-And...it's something you don't know either...! Y-You said, one of the few things you couldn't control our minds! Our mem- Our memories! You said you l-left this place unfinished, because you didn't know what to p-put behind it! Unless- Unless you were lying all along, what else can I do? HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR ME?!"

"...No..."

The jester put a hand to her mouth, her voice dropping to a whisper as her eyes automatically filled with remorse. "...N-No, that's not..."

Her words trailed off before she fell completely silent, leaning forward until her forehead pressed to Caine's chest.

"...I'm...I'm so sorry...I- I don't- I-I didn't-"

"NO, DEAR, YOU'RE CORRECT."

...

He started to slightly fidget with his hand again once he confessed that, sucking in a breath as he attempted to gather his words together.

"...ONE OF THE FEW THINGS I DON'T HAVE CONTROL OVER ARE YOUR MINDS, YES..."

...

"...BUT, I SUPPOSE...PERHAPS AN ALTERNATIVE MEANS IS SOMETHING I COULD PROVIDE."

He flexed his fingertips, balling his hand into a fist.

"Y-YES, I AM AWARE IT WON'T BE...QUICK, THE RETURN OF YOUR MEMORIES...BUT HOWEVER LONG IT MAY BE, I'M WILLING TO BE THERE FOR YOU EVERY STEP OF THE WAY."

"...IS THAT AN AGREEABLE SUGGESTION, POMNI?"

...He decided to take how she'd begun to tighten her embrace around him again as a 'yes'.

"...WOULD IT BE BEST IF WE...LEFT THIS PLACE, DEAR?"

He felt the jester nod into his chest as he slowly reached for her arms, gently untangling her limbs from his torso once it was confirmed that she was making no resistance to the motion.

The ringleader smiled—well, attempted to, at least—as he lifted the two of them off the floor, just enough so that they both hovered a few inches from the ground.

With one arm underneath Pomni's legs and the other on her back, he contemplated for a moment on how to bring the both of them back to the Tent.

...Perhaps...the usual form of transportation isn't the best of ideas. Besides, I shouldn't allow Bubble to overindulge at a time like this, should I?

So he did just the opposite of that, the jester's head resting on his shoulder as he drifted towards the Exit and, with the slightest hesitation in closing the door, abandoned the fragmented memory of an area.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #caine #pomni #jax #showtime #<-this is pretty pre-slash but uhhhhhhhhhhhh #ya!#gooseworx #flippy.txt

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Guuuuuuuys, I'm gonna cry ... soooo ... I need to tell you all about my German comic con experience and how I met Harry Lloyd IN DETAIL!

First of all, the piece you have all been waiting for:

AHHHHHH I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT! First of all, something I did not expect: Harry's autograph line was sooo empty. 🙈 The moment he arrived it was like ... 3 of us! Nonetheless, he was super sweet and friendly. When I told him I was here because I loved his performance as Viktor he was so surprised but happy about it! He immediately said, "Oh, I love Viktor!" and when I told him he was my favorite character Harry responded, "Mine, too!" So yeah, we bonded a little over our mutual love for Viktor. XD He gave me so many nice compliments and said the artwork is fantastic and 🥺🥺🥺 and my favorite comment of his when he saw the piece was "Well, usually Viktor doesn't look that happy!" 😂 and I had to admit to him that I was rather fond of sassy Viktor.

Eventually, I told him to put something motivational on it instead of my name and HE WROTE THE FRICKIN "CRANK IT" LINE! I secretly hoped that it would be a lil "crank it" or something but didn't say anything and he instinctively put it on there and I couldn't be happier 🥺❤️

But that's not all ... okay, I ... I got greedy ...

Yep, I also bought a selfie ticket, don't mind me here. :'^) It was so awkward coming to his booth a second time (as far as I could tell his booth was rarely occupied by fans and I kinda wanted another shot, because you know, no waiting in line, what an opportunity! Gotta give him that sweet money, this poor man should not sit here all alone!) and this time I was the only one in line and Harry was still the sweetest. He asked me how my day was and if I had a good time and even asked for my name because I didn't mention it the first time. And then we shook hands and he said "Nice to meet you" like A GENTLEMAN! I swear he was so down to earth, it was so wholesome. 🥺 If you get the chance to meet him, please do it! I highly recommend it! And my favorite thing while waiting in front of his booth was listening to the people making comments about him when walking by because some people were hilarious! I remember one girl going "I thought he was kinda ugly in GoT but what the hell he is SO CUTE in real life!" 😂 poor and lucky Harry.

The rest of the time I've spent walking down artist alley and giving away my other Viktor fan art copies to other artists. I met some really cool people and had great conversations AND they all wanted to give me their arcane artwork in return, so I basically traded all of my copies for other awesome art. That was so nice of them! 🥺 And yeah, simultaneously I had the chance to brag about my autograph and hopefully inspired a few of them to get one themselves. 😌 so much for my Harry Lloyd/Viktor propaganda, haha. (I didn't see a single Viktor cosplay though, that was blasphemy!!)

Overall, it was just so nice and wholesome! Thank you so much for motivating me, because without you I don't think I would have created so many Viktor artworks. 🥹 Sharing them on here with everyone is so dear to my heart! ❤️

#arcane #arcane viktor #arcane fanart #comiccon #harry lloyd #viktor #viktor arcane

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