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frost-queen · 9 months

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Who's keeping score (Reader x Theodore Nott)

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Summary: [ Ask: No specific storyline just a Theodore Nott story] Okay so I came up with a cute idea of my own. Theodore and you endulge yourself in a game of being in dept as the scores keep going up till it makes it almost impossible for him to forget you.

“I just need a pair of books.” – you told your friends parting way with them. One of them waved you goodbye, the other two too invested in their rant about classes. You waved back before heading into the library. The librarian Madam Pince gave you an attentive eye. You smiled politely back at her hoping to get her off your back. You never knew what went through that woman’s mind. As quietly as you could, you ventured further passing all the rows you didn’t need. You focused on the marks on the side in alphabetic order.

Knowing you were nearing, you picked up your pace heading quickly into a row close to the back section. Turning in the row, you came to a sudden stop. A boy was sitting on the ground by the middle. A few books surrounded him as he was reading focused in the one he was holding. Swallowing nervously you knew very well who that was. Theodore Nott. He wasn’t really a groupie but still he hung around Draco Malfoy.

A part of you rather just left, but you really needed to be in this section. Taking an encouraging breath, you walked between the shelves, looking at the book spines. Softly mumbling the names, you glanced to the side knowing you were getting closer to Theodore. Somehow it made your heart beat a tat faster. Cursing in your head, of course you needed a book from the shelve right in front of Theodore. You came to a stop in front of him, glancing over your shoulder if he had noticed you. Seemingly he hadn’t cause he was nose deep in his book.

Stretching out your arm, your fingers brushed against the spine. Great now you couldn’t even reach it properly. Looking around there was no ladder cart near to give you that nudge to reach it. Sighing soft you got on the tips of your toes, grabbing for the spine. With little movements you tried to slip it out from between two books. It took some progress, but the book was slipping out. Pressing your hand firm against the books a shelf below, you kept balancing on your toes to take it out.

You couldn’t fully grab it as your eyes widened. The book tilted over as it would for sure hit you in the face. Yelping quietly you planted your feet down, looking away to limit the impact till a second hand brushed against your fingers. Looking up you saw Theodore had grabbed the book, holding it in place. He lowered his hand as you pulled your hand away from the book. He read the title briefly before handing the book over to you. – “Tha… thank you.” – you said nervously as he returned to his books. He barely sat down as Lorenzo Berkshire came in the row out of breath.

“Theo let’s go!” – Lorenzo called out as Theodore sighed soft. He picked up the book he was reading from the floor. – “Hurry up Theo! Malfoy is treating us to butter beer.” – Lorenzo added to persuade him to go faster. You looked from Lorenzo to Theodore. – “I…I uhm can put those away for you if you like?” – you suggested. Theodore turned round to you, quirking his eyebrow up. – “Even better.” – Lorenzo pitched in as he entered the row more. He took the books from the ground dropping them in your arms.

“Now let’s go Theo.” – Lorenzo tugged on his sleeve, pulling him away. Theodore placed the book he was holding carefully on top of the others. – “It’s alright.” – you reassured him with a smile. Before Theodore could say anything he got dragged away by Lorenzo. They ran past Madam Pince as she walked over to you. – “Silence in the library Miss Y/l/n.” – she warned you with a stern glance. You stared at her in disbelieve as it wasn’t even you who spoke loudly but rather Lorenzo. Of course she came over to slap you on the wrist.

Not even having the energy to protest, you simply nodded with an apology. Madam Pince left as you set the books down. They had started to weigh down. Taking the first book, you read the title and putted it away. So on you went till you had putted away all his books. You then sat down to go through your own book till it was nearly time to head to potions class.

You followed some students into the dungeons. Looking around there was no sign of your friends as you wondered if they were already inside or still needed to come. You went inside after some Slytherin girls. Professor Snape looking as sour as ever. – “Grab a potions book and sit down.” – he ordered overlooking his class.

The girls cleared your view as you spotted Theodore sitting at a table with Malfoy, Lorenzo, and Blaise. Theodore was staring at his cauldron a hand underneath his chin while Lorenzo and Malfoy were chatting and laughing. You didn’t mean to stare, but you kind of did. Theodore turned his head catching you stare. Widening your eyes, you quickly turned around heading for the cabinet where the potion books laid.

You sought out a nice pair as most of them had been damaged from old age. You were about to take a book when someone snatched right from underneath your nose. Already half bummed out you looked around to get your hands on another half decent copy till you noticed the book being shoved to you. Surprised you looked up to the side, seeing who was giving you the book. Panicking a bit it was Theodore Nott. – “Thank you for before.” – he said poking the book at you. – “Oh… no…no worries.” – you answered shyly. – “Now we’re even.” – you chuckled as he frowned.

“You know… with you stopping that book and me putting your books away.” – you specified seeing him crack a tiny smile. – “Does this make it two?” – he said still holding the book out for you. – “Y/n.” – you blurted out wanting him to know your name for some reason. – “I know.” – he responded placing the book in your hand. He then returned to his table, greeted by curious glances from his friends.

Lorenzo immediately joined his side wanting details about who you were. You were daydreaming a bit till a voice cleared his throat behind you. Shrieking soft it was Snape that had come to stand behind you. – “Your seat Miss Y/l/n.” – he spoke as you hurried to your seat. Cauldrons were bubbling as you could make out Theodore’s figure faintly through the fog coming from your cauldron. He was ever so focused on his potion.

Tossing in ingredients and stirring rightly. Professor Snape came to his table, congratulating him for his excellent skills. You clapped along a few students to praise the compliment. Professor Snape continued his round eventually stopping at your cauldron. You gave him a smile as he peered inside your cauldron. He pulled up his nose, clearly not impressed by your skills.

Sighing loud it was a downer as you didn’t feel like finishing it anymore knowing it would be not well enough. Resting your chin against your hand, you gave up. Mindlessly you looked around till you saw Theodore look your way. He held up an ingredient pointing subtly at it. Furrowing your brows you weren’t sure if wanted to say something to you. He kept pointing at it gesturing with his eyes to take the hint.

You looked around your table for anything that looked the same. Grabbing a few black sticks, you held it up questionable. Theodore nodded from afar motioning to the cauldron. You hesitantly threw it in the cauldron watching the reaction. Eyes widening as the color changed. Professor Snape rounded your table again. The color caught his eye as he peered inside. You waited anxiously for his reply. He hummed deep that sounded like better, but not perfect yet.

You smiled showing your thumbs up to Theodore as a thank you. He smiled back at you before his attention got drawn to Lorenzo speaking loudly. You left potions class with some satisfaction. You didn’t completely fall, that was a good start. Catching up with your friends you went towards your next class. The four of you heard the loud clock making you frantically pick up your pace to be in time. Professor Flitwick was one of punctuality. The four of you started running up the changing stairs knowing you had about five more minutes till Professor Flitwick would start his lesson.

Out of breath you arrived at the classroom. Huffing loud, you were glad you had made it. Professor Flitwick was still sorting his books, standing with his back to the students. You were about to enter as your friends had already gone inside as you saw two boys run over in a haste. They were so out of breath as you knew they would be late. Slightly your eyes widened seeing it was Theodore and Lorenzo. Professor Flitwick was about to turn around and speak to the class as you panicked.

Pulling out your wand, you whispered with a flick of your wrist. The stack of books toggled over as Professor Flitwick sighed loud. He bend down to pick them up and stack them again as he needed them to stand up on. You motioned to Lorenzo and Theodore to hurry up in the doorway. Lorenzo launched himself inside as you grabbed Theodore by the sleeve, pulling him inside just in time. – “Two to three.” – you told him with a wink. Theodore who was still catching his breath frowned.

“Are… are you keeping score Y/n Y/l/m?” – he asked with a smile. – “Maybe.” – you answered following him the seats. Lorenzo pulled Theodore with him as you sat with your friends, just in time as Professor Flitwick was ready. You were kind of glad he was sitting behind you so you wouldn’t be distracted by him. You thought yourself so bold for keeping indeed score of favors. Theodore had done you three favors already as you were at two. The competitive side in you wanted to make it even.

You kept thinking about ways to make it even that you hardly paid attention in class. You were so drifted off that you got startled by Professor Flitwick calling out your name. – “Miss Y/l/n.” – he said looking curious over at you. – “Yes Professor.” – you replied loud straightening your back. – “The question… I’d like you to answer it.” – he spoke as you panicked.

You hadn’t heard any question at all. What would you even say. The way the professor was looking at you made you feel ashamed for not listening. – “The answer… well… the answer to your question…is…” – you started to stall. You still weren’t sure what to answer till you heard someone whisper the answer to you from behind. Without even thinking if it was even right you repeated the answer out loud. – “Oh wonderful miss Y/l/n.” – Professor Flitwick complimented. – “Now…” – he started turning a bit round to demonstrate.

You looked over your shoulder to whoever whispered you the answer. Theodore was smirking holding three fingers up. He flipped his hand showing off four fingers with a wink. You rolled your eyes at how smug he looked. Lorenzo stared confused between the two of you, trying to figure out what was going on. Class ended as you followed your friends back to the common room. The next day you were walking the open corridors surrounding the courtyard. You made your way over to the grass fields behind it.

Immediately you spotted Theodore leaning against a tree. Lorenzo laying on the bench, one knee up as Blaise sitting down on the grass, leaning against the stone bench Lorenzo laid on. Malfoy no where to be seen. You noticed how indecent their clothing was. Ties hanging loose. Their shirt hanging out of their pants, sticking underneath their sweater. In the distance you spotted Professor McGonagall knowing if she saw it, she’s scold them for wearing their school uniform with no respect.

Pulling out your wand, you flicked it at Theodore. Theodore got startled as his tie knotted around his neck and his shirt got tugged in. Not a moment later passed Professor McGonagall past. She cleared her throat loud. – “Mister Berkshire and Zambini!” – she called out with a stern look. Lorenzo shot up as Blaise jumped up. – “That will cost you five points each.” – she pointed with her scroll at their uniform. She then took a look at Theodore. – “You should take an example from Mister Nott.” – she said waiting for Lorenzo and Blaise to do their uniform right.

Lorenzo puffed loud once she had left. – “Unfair that witch is just out to get us.” – Lorenzo grunted out. Theodore was relieved that he had not been caught but who… He looked around spotting you by the large tree. You wiggled three fingers at him, pointing out the score. Theodore laughed loud making Lorenzo nudge him thinking he was laughing him out. By the end of the week the score was around six for Theodore and seven for you.

You were gleaming with proud to be on the winning side. Walking by yourself the fourth floor with a constant smile on your face. – “Y/n!” – you suddenly heard making you pause. Theodore came running over. He grabbed your arm, pushing you against the wall, coming to stand before you so you couldn’t escape him. – “Why are you making it impossible for me to forget you.” – he asked staring down on you. – “Maybe you shouldn’t.” – you responded feeling yourself drawn to him. Theodore smirked pressing a hand above your head to the wall.

“I won’t stop till I win.” – you told him. Theodore licked his lips briefly, tilting your chin up by his thumb. – “I’m not backing down.” – he answered leaning in closer. – “Good.” – you whispered drawing closer to him. His eyes flashed from your eyes to your lips, taking them in attentively. – “Go on… kiss me.” – you said wanting him to.

Theodore smiled. – “Is that a favor Y/n?” – he answered. – “I’ll take that as a point.” – he added as you grabbed a hold of his shirt. – “Do what you want.” – you replied not caring if the score was even now. You just wanted his lips on yours. Theodore’s hand slid up your cheek, cherishing it as he drew your lips nearer to his. – “Even.” – he whispered before pressing his lips against you.

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oh-stars · 3 months

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On a Limb

Love is saying "I love you" even when you're scared

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 2047 words | CW: N/A | Rating: T

“You don’t even know if she likes girls,” Robin says, stacking the tapes with a little more force than necessary.

Steve swipes his hand along the counter, smearing the cleaner across the plastic-like surface. “It’s a gut instinct! And the boobies–”

“Don’t even start with the boobies,” Robin huffs. She turns completely away from him then, pushing the cart toward the stacks. Steve can’t see well enough with the lights dimmed, and thanks to corporate controlling the lights now, they turn off half at exactly closing time. Which means Robin reshelves and straightens up the stacks while Steve counts the tills (thanks to the counter having the most light left) and cleans the remainder of the store. It’s a win-win. It also means it’s easier for Robin to ignore him.

“C’mon,” Steve says, spraying the counter aggressively over a melted lollipop. “It’s a good theory!”

“A theory!” She practically shouts, turning on her heel to look at him. The tapes she’s holding knock into the shelves as she waves them about with her words. “It’s just a theory, Steve! I’m not about to become the town pariah over a theory!”

“Eddie says it’s not so bad being a pariah,” Steve adds. “People leave him alone and he can do whatever he wants–”

“You and I both know that’s a load of horse shit, Steve,” Robin says, and while he can’t see it clearly he knows the face she’s making at him. The one that tells him she’s had enough of the teasing and the games, that she knows Steve’s being an idiot on purpose right now. “He’s purposely hiding all the threats on his life from you, dingus.”

Steve pauses. Threats? He abandons the rag and pushes himself away from the counter to lean against the one closest to her, draping himself along the freshly cleaned surface. “He’s getting threats?”

He can hear the eyeroll. “Steve,” she says with the rest of her patience, “he’s been accused of murdering some of Hawkins’ brightest and starting a cult from the drama room in the high school. Do you really think that these ignorant assholes think he’s allowed to just walk around and coexist with their children? That they aren’t clutching their pearls and pointing their little witch fingers at him?”

Robin walks back up to the counter and mirrors him, faces too close. “He knows how much you want to protect him, so he’s keeping it from you so you don’t worry.”

“But I always worry,” he counters.

“I know this,” Robin says, “but I don’t think Eddie’s allowed himself to consider that he is, in fact, in your ‘inner circle’ as he put it.” She sighs and bumps their heads together like a cat. “You mean well, I know you do, but I can’t risk dealing with the consequences of people finding out on a hunch,” she whispers.

Steve presses his temple against hers. “It’s more than a hunch,” he promises. “I see the way she looks at you. Vickie turns into a completely different–”

Robin covers his hand with hers. “Stop. I love you, but I have to make this decision. This isn’t like you asking out a girl, it’s just not the same no matter how much you want it to be. And that’s not… It’s not something you can really understand until you’re experiencing it. I love how much you’re trying, it means a lot, but I need to do this on my own and until I find out she actually likes girls, I’m not doing anything.”

He listens, because of course he does, but he doesn’t stop thinking about it. As Robin goes back to the cart, shuffling the crinkling VHS boxes into alphabetical order, Steve finishes up at the counter. He can barely see her when he moves on to vacuuming, but it’s for the best. He doesn’t want to see her sad, accepting smile right now.

It just… it sucks watching her accept that she’ll never find love because Vickie had a boyfriend – who she dumped three months ago, mind you – and she can’t see how much Vickie is trying to catch her eye. Steve knows how to tell when someone is attracted to you, when they’re trying to get you to notice them or make a move and she’s doing all of it.

Just like Steve is with Eddie.

He hasn’t talked to Robin about… that development yet. It’s been something he’s been working through since spring break, the warm and fuzzies Eddie gives him. At first, he thought it was something to do with saving Eddie’s life, of almost losing him all together, but when those feelings only grew with each smoke session and long car rides… He had to come clean with himself.

It’s been months and Steve’s a mess trying to figure Eddie out, though.

Eddie’s as clingy as Steve is, they spend nearly all of their free time together, with Robin and Dustin mixed in there too. Eddie makes an effort to learn about Steve’s interests, whether it be learning the lyrics to his favorite albums, listening to the gossip Steve spouts (both local and from pop culture), or going as far as watching and, dare Steve say, playing the occasional game of basketball. And Steve is doing the same, mind you, listening to Eddie’s mixtapes and learning what different terminology means for music and D&D. They watch artsy horror movies and Steve’s reading more, even if it feels impossible, just so they have more to talk about.

At a certain point, it goes above and beyond normal friendship sacrifices.

Steve sees the way Eddie holds himself around Steve versus Robin, too. With Robin, he’ll touch and hang all over her with reckless abandon, while still being respectful, but with Steve, there’s always a little hesitation and tension with his movements. Like he’s waiting for Steve to react negatively.

There’s just… a wall between them, no matter how much Steve tries to tear it down.

And he has a feeling that the wall Eddie’s put up is a lot like his own, that blocks anyone from seeing how deep his feelings for Eddie really goes.

Steve looks over to where Robin’s made her way around most of the store. She looks sad, even as she bobs her head to something he can’t hear and her hands move deftly along the tapes. She’s lost in her head over Vickie, something she probably didn’t want to talk about and Steve had needled his way into the conversation. He just wants her to be happy, is all.

But how can he expect her to take a risk and put herself out there if he’s being a coward too?

He wraps the cord of the vacuum up as tightly as he can, tucking the machine back into the closet. There’s still more to clean but they’re opening tomorrow anyway, who cares if they didn’t dust the shelves for one night. “Robbie,” Steve calls softly.

She hums, not looking up from the foreign language movies she’s reorganizing.

Steve moves to sit beside her, knees overlapping. He can’t read the titles, wouldn’t be much help even with the lights, but he can keep her company until she’s done. “I think I know how you feel,” he says slowly, “because I feel that too. With, um.” He clears his throat.

Robin turns fully to him and in the dim light, Steve can see the way her eyes are bright with curiosity and her brow knits in confusion. “With?” she prompts softly.

“I love Eddie.” There’s no ‘I think’ or ‘maybe’ about it. He knows he loves him, and would do anything for him. No matter the risk. Steve just wants Eddie in his life and he has a feeling that Eddie, even if Steve’s totally wrong about sharing the same romantic feelings, would never hate him for having said feelings. But he’ll never know unless he does something about it.

“I love him, too–”

“No,” Steve says, taking Robin’s hand, “I’m in love with Eddie.”

He hears the little gasp she tries to conceal. “But he’s so muppety.”

“Like you have room to talk.”

“Yeah, but Tammy’s a Miss Piggy while Eddie’s a Fozzie Bear–”

“He’s not Fozzie!”

“Oh no, my apologies,” Robin says, sitting up as she puts a hand to her chest. “He’s like you stuffed Animal into Fozzie–”

Steve laughs, pushing at her shoulder. “Will you stop?”

Robin shrugs, but she’s just as giggly. “How long have you known?”

“I think for a while,” he admits, “but I wasn’t sure until a few weeks ago.”

She hums again as she takes his hand. “Thank you for telling me.”

“I’m scared,” he whispers, “but I also know I can’t… I can’t stand to live without him, but I need to tell him how I feel. I don’t want to harbor these feelings until I die.”

“Are you just saying this so I ask out Vickie?”

“Sort of.” He shrugs. “But I want this, too.”

Robin smiles at him.

They gather their things and head out of Family Video, with Robin locking the door behind them. “When are you telling him?” Robin asks as they climb into the Beemer.

“Tonight– Ow!” Steve rubs at his arm where Robin’s hand slapped at his bare skin. “The hell was that for?”

“You just came out to me, admitted you’re in love with Eddie Munson, and now you’re just going to walk over there and confess your feelings?”

Well. Yeah?

It must say it on his face since she throws her hands up and mumbles, “Unbelievable.”

“What?”

“Nothing!” she huffs. “I love you, Steve, but god, the unwavering confidence of a man is unfathomable.” Robin crosses her arms and slouches in her seat. She pouts until he turns on her street, then she pops up and turns to him. “You will report to me immediately tomorrow morning over pancakes with extra strawberries and whipped cream every single detail of how it goes down. Understood?”

“I could just call you tonight–”

“No,” she says, unbuckling, “you’ll be too busy swapping spit with Munson and I’m not staying up until you come up for air. We have to work in the morning and if we’re getting breakfast before, we have to be up extra early. And unlike you, I won’t have the lovey dovey high you’ll have tomorrow to get me through the slog.”

Steve can only laugh. “Yeah, okay.”

She pauses once she’s outside of the car and motions for him to roll down her window. He does, only for her to hug him through the space. “Call if it doesn’t go well, though. I’ll keep my window unlocked.”

“Love you, Rob.”

“Love you too, dingus.”

They say their goodbyes and then Steve’s off, driving to Forest Hills to do exactly that. It hits him as he parks outside of the trailer, watching Eddie’s shadow in the curtains, what he’s about to do. But Robin’s waiting on an answer and Steve wasn’t lying when he said he couldn’t keep on like this.

He turns the ignition off and climbs out of the Beemer on shaky legs. He can do this.

Steve doesn’t get a chance to knock before Eddie’s popping his head out, grinning as he takes in Steve. Even though his stomach feels like it’s reached Vecna’s corpse in the Upside Down, his heart’s racing faster than a hummingbird as he meets Eddie’s eyes. This could go horribly, he could lose Eddie forever and he’ll be destined to live alone with only Robin as they escape from town to town like the FBI’s Most Wanted, never allowed to settle.

He takes in a deep breath and holds it.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks, opening the door wider.

“I’m in love with you,” he says on his exhale. “I don’t need you to love me back, but I need you to know,” he adds just as breathless.

Eddie’s face falls for all of two seconds before his grin comes back twice as strong. He reaches out and grabs Steve by the shirt collar, dragging him in swiftly just to slam him against the door. Steve doesn’t get a chance to question if he’s about to be hit when Eddie’s lips are on his.

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sulumuns-dootah · 18 days

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NSFW Alphabet - Leviathan

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A/N: Sorry this took a long time. Been a busy and chaotic past month, but I'm working on things so hopefully they'll be ready to post soon. Also, Levi isn't exactly my favorite so I had hard time analyzing and accounting for all the lore we have so far.

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊‧

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you had an intense encounter, you'd both need it, which is why he calls for his servants to come and care for the both of you. Otherwise, he doesn't mind to do some extra steps to get you comfortable.

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Our nice piece of ass loves your neck. The loyalty noose would look amazing around it. Or maybe his hands?

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I'd say his cum tastes like caviar. He's technically a fish too, after all. Definitely the king whose cum I'd enjoy the least. It's also not as opaque, but with a slight shimmer.

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

While he's having some me-time, sometimes he puts on a noose around his neck and orders himself to hang.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

With how rarely he trusts anyone, I'd say he barely has any. He gets the gist, knows many positions, but hasn't tried out most of them.

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position, really. As long as you're strangling him hard enough, he doesn't care.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? Etc.)

No jokes here. In fact, no jokes ever. Besides like some special circumstances.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

Perfectly silky smooth like the rest of him. There's no room for imperfection.

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If he's bedding you, you're already doing something right. I imagine him being super vulnerable figuratively as well as literally with the strangling and all.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

His main source of getting off. He can't even remember the last time he's slept with someone. Once you're in the picture, however, that immediately changes and his hands focus onto you.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Beside the obvious breath control and getting beat up, he also strikes me as the type that would be into voyeurism as in getting watched fucking someone.

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Public places are out of the question. The safety of his castle is the only place where he allows himself to get loose.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Jealousy, of course. But also public humiliation as long as he sees you as more than just his subject.

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Share a partner. He'd get too jealous and possessive. Unless, of course, you tie him up as a punishment. HE would actually enjoy that.

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Force him to go down on you and you'll have one of the best orgasms ever. In giving-head-contest he'd come close second (only beaten by the pussy devourer fly boy). While giving him head, he'd get super whiny and needy. Tease him and he'll lose his mind.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? Etc.)

There's two ways Levi can go. Either he's downright lovemaking with you or the bedroom is a whole ass battlefield.

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Actually, thinking about the location again... I wanted to say that why have quickies when you're at his castle and have all the time in the world, but thinking about it, If the need arises and you're not in his chambers, he would definitely use his coffin to have a quickie with his partner.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? Etc.)

Depending on the risk. He wouldn't mind seeing how long you can hang from the noose, but wouldn't try and introduce lovecraftian horrors in the bedroom.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Leviathan's energy is stored in that juicy ass of his and boy, can he go for long time. The thing is, that he will, however, start complaining that he's tired and that you have to do the rest yourself.

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Levi doesn't really strike me as the type to use toys. His imagination is enough for him. In my mind he's more old fashioned and all these different toys are just a riffraff for him. (Meaning he's too shy to buy some and would be afraid to get caught using them.)

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh this man *italian hand motion* loves to tease, but the moment you tease back you have no time to react before you're hanging from the ceiling.

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Whimpers. This man whimpers and it's the best thing you've ever heard (besides Beel's purring). How loud, depends on the situation. If you're on the bottom, some might escape him. But if you're on top, oh boy, all the demons in the surrounding chambers know.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Actually, not a hc, but more of an analysis of his H scene that I really want to talk about? Okay, so Levi makes it really obvious that he wants to be beaten and straight up just abused. This just screams to me a trauma response, which is extremely sad to me. The amount of abuse he had to endure to the point where his mind equates it to pleasure just so he doesn't go bonkers?

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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Once again, if you have the Erolabs version, you're lucky to see his sausage in the game itself. I personally agree with the ingame depiction of Levi's dick (unlike certain pierced someone's).

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Actually, piggybacking off the wild card analysis, I think Levi can go anytime all the time. One of trauma responses tends to be hypersexuality (but I'm not a professional psychologist, so don't take my word for it). We even know about it from the Halloween event where Minhyeok says that Levi looks like he's in the mood despite fighting off angels.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not really a sleep I'd say, but he wouldn't mind snuggling up after some exhausting workout. Just don't get too used to it since he's too busy.

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb leviathan #whb smut

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NSFW Alphabet- Four

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's pretty good, all things considered! So, I like to write Four as one solid conscious until he splits, so saying that, like he's smart. He knows what he's doing. He's a little disoriented after he cums, but after a moment he's up and on the move. He also has a set routine but it's more because he likes the order he does things. He doesn't mean to, it just happens.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself? Honestly? His biceps. And I will take this to my fucking grave, but I, honest to God, whole-heartedly believe that this man has biceps of fucking iron. Have you seen a blacksmith's build? they have arms. And you know what? So does Four. So, his biceps are his favorite because they are also my favorite.

On his partner? He'll try to save face and say personality but this man screams thigh man. He loves thighs because he's face to face with them. Like adores them with his whole heart. When you sit down and they transform into plump pillows? He's in love. He loves squishing them and moving the flesh around in his grasp, but he fucking loves them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

*Looks around side to side before leaning in* This man, right here? You can try to tell me otherwise, but I won't believe you. Fucking loves cumming inside of you. He knows he's not tall, and he knows he's not the most outwardly intimidating, but holy shit does it give him a rush to know that no one else has the privilege of marking you so intimately. It drives him nutty, especially if you just go on your day like that. Like he can't sit still knowing you're there, pretty legs crossed because if they're not you're going to drip on the seat.

Just the thought has him hard.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Would love to fuck you in a skirt. There I said it. He would love to wear a silky skirt, bend you over the mattress and just destroy you. This man is both the biggest dom and hardest switch imo, but put him in a skirt and there's no question. Just <four in a skirt3

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

None. Zero, zilch, nada. People never took him seriously enough with his height. Plus with smithing and his adventure he never really thought about it. Maybe I'm projecting, but I like to think of Four as a Demisexual (Source: I am a demisexual) so he didn't really have a sex drive until meeting someone he really liked.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. All the way, call him a traditionalist but he loves the eye contact and the fact that his height doesn't matter. Also, maybe, just maybe, he likes the domesticity of it all. He loves the idea of making you his perfect little house spouse. Even if you don't want it <3 Man i forget I'm a yandere blog so often it's not even funny.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can appreciate good joke. Of course, he's not gonna go looking to make one, but if you're visibly stressed, he'll crack a small one. Anything to make you smile, really. If you want to make a joke, he'll humor you of course as well.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very well groomed, one of the best. It's a little lighter than the hair on his head, but exceptionally fine. He keeps it well trimmed and washed. Again, it's not because he's crazy about neatness it mostly just feels better for him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be very romantic, but, honestly, he doesn't have the chance to be as romantic as he wants to be. After being in the forge, he's tired and smells and while he wants to woo you, he just can't. Of course, that won't stop him from treating you like royalty, but there won't be any rose petals or candles.

Side bar, Four absolutely makes you one of those metal flowers. Yk the ones?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Probably a little more common than the rest of the Links, but its mostly because every time he thinks about you, especially if his thoughts wander, he gets hard and he can't get back to his work until his frustrations have been let out. Only reason really, if he had time, he'd rather fuck you in a nice quickie, but unfortunately that isn't realistic.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He's got a thing for bondage. So okay, hear me out, he's a blacksmith right? Who works with metal right? So he probably can make chains right? surely you guys see where i'm going with this right? He likes BDSM purely because he loves seeing you bound in the chains he makes.

I think he's also got a bit of breeding kink. This goes back to part C, but it awakens something in him that's so primal. It just drives him insane and makes his nerves buzz because it's such an intimate way of claiming you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He's not picky. Not in the SLIGHTEST. Y'all have probably fucked in his forge. He's a man on a busy schedule, so he's taking what he can get when he can get it. He'll fuck in the bedroom, on the kitchen counter, on the living room floor, in the forge, behind a tree in the forest, under the rushing waters of a river, he's down for anything.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything. But something about having a significant other that works as well? Like not actual work, no, no he won't allow his most precious jewel to ever risk that, but things like cooking, cleaning, even writing blueprints or something for weapons you've had ideas about and want him to make-- because you aren't allowed to work in the forge it's too dangerous for you're perfect hands. That especially just drives him crazy because having a competent partner is just so attractive to him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sounding. If you don't know what that is, perfect. Don't look it up. If you do, I'm sorry for your loss. He doesn't like the idea of it, wants nothing near there, it's just like the biggest turn off to him. Shudders just thinking about it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Contrary to the other Links I've written, he prefers receiving. Just having his spouse on their knees while he's perfecting some plan or blueprint or polishing something, sucking him off while he works? Goddess, it's his favorite pastime. Just thinking about it has him palming himself until he can get to you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood, but most of the time it's fast and rough. He likes the thrill it gives him and the adrenaline rush. Plus, the fact that it renders you absolutely brain dead and mindless, just a hole for him to use is an added bonus.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them. Adores them. He does 'em pretty often too because, like I said, they fit into his schedule the easiest. He's one of the only Links with a stable job so he does have a routine and schedule to stick to, meaning Quickies are perfect for him. He gets to remind you of how much he loves you and thinks about you and how much your very aura has intoxicated him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Loves them. So, here's the thing. Four is STILL a Link. He still loves the adventure, the thrill, the adrenaline. So the risks? The one that have him pausing, balls deep with a hand over your mouth to keep you from crying out? Get him so riled up he can't explain it because it just makes him that much more horny. Like, he is humping at you like a dog all while trying to keep himself quiet and you as well.

So yeah, he likes the risk.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Not the most, I'll be fair. Like I said, he's got a job, he's a blue collar man-- or the Hyrule equivalent-- and he's a hard working man. So he doesn't have all the energy in the world, but the energy he does have is put to good use, don't worry. He's a man who can't go for six rounds, but the rounds he does go has you feeling like he did.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Like I said, he likes chains. He's probably got a few spreader bars as well. Things made of metal you know? Maybe a few plugs he fiddled with. So he does have a few. And Four is the man who doesn't view toys as competition, no, no, they are his friends. His companions. His teammates. Everything needed to make you feel good. And that's all that matters to him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't have time to tease. He'd love to, and on days he has off he spends hours between your legs until you're a sobbing, pleading mess for him, but on the more regular days? Of course he does foreplay, but he doesn't have time for the slow traces of skin or small pinches of flesh.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's a whiner, but he hides it. But if you pull his head out from where he hides it in your shoulder? He's a whimpering mess, crying because you feel so good and at some point he becomes so sex drunk that it's all he can think about. And when that happens he can't help but cry for you <3

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves domesticity. Every part of it and I will fucking go down with this. He loves the idea of having his perfect little house spouse who's willing and waiting for his cock at any given moment. Who cares for the house, cooking and cleaning, while he goes to work to provide for both of them. He loves having a partner with intellect, of course, but having a partner be a house spouse while also putting their brain to good use? Oh he's feral.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Stealing this from Bea so thanks-

4.4 inches. Good sized balls, went over his hair already. Probably has a nice vein running up the underside of it that makes him just shatter when you run your tongue along it. Has him reaching for your hair just to stuff your mouth full.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high but also not all if you know what i mean? Like when he has the time and energy he is all over you, you can't even go to the bathroom without him loudly complaining about how he misses you in his arms. On the other hand, when its been a long day, he likes just letting you cockwarm him like a good little slut <3

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He loves falling asleep with you because it's something so domestic to him (See W). He loves spooning you and burying his face into your hair, or chest, depending if you wanna be big spoon or lil spoon, and just feeling your chest slow as your breathing evens out. It's pure bliss to him and reminds him of why exactly he worships you.

Not that he ever needed a reason.

#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe #yandere legend of zelda #linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #link x reader #loz #legend of zelda #yandere lu four #yandere lu four x reader #lu four #lu four x reader #cindersins

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Yandere Alphabet: Red Son

Authority: Do they see themselves as above their obsession?

Yes, yes, and yes. A thousand times over. Red Son’s pride is unmitigatable, an ever-searing pillar of his person. Y/N is viewed as a silly mortal pet, with a collar to boot. Though his opinion of you might eventually improve to seeing you as something of a friend, it still wouldn’t be great.

Bread: Can they cook or bake? Is their obsession responsible for their own food?

So long as they don’t injure themselves further than a mild burn or cut, Y/N is allowed free roam in the kitchen, allowed to make themselves what they please. Good behavior earns them a little fridge all to themselves, stocked with healthy snacks and ingredients they enjoy- Red Son can be generous, when he wants to be.

Not that he won’t steal from your plate if the things you cook look good enough. In a way, it elevates your status with him, sharing food with you as family would.

If you do get hurt too bad, Red revokes your access to the stove, oven, and knives. He’ll starts to make your meals for you, with the addendum that you help with the non-dangerous stages of food prep. Of course, what’s actually happening is that he’s making extra portions of what he likes, then giving it to you. Let’s hope you like spicy food.

Cruentus- How do they respond to Y/N being hurt, both slightly and severely?

Immediate scorching of whoever dared to lay their hands on property of the Demon Bull Family ensues, and then continues until their flesh has carbonized. Red Son will clean and bind your wounds with a firm hand, viciously scolding you for daring to put yourself in a position where you might be harmed in the first place. “My family has a reputation to maintain, you numbskull! If anyone sees you damaged, what will they think of us?!”

This lecture will occur even if the perpetrator broke into the Demon Bull fortress and smashed down the door of your room to get to you. After some time has passed, he’ll feel slightly bad for blaming you, and bring you something sugary to drink.

If the wound is minor, like a cut or scratch, Red Son will scoff at the weakness of your skin and ignore it, mocking you as ‘whiny’ and ‘pathetic’. If the issue persists, he’ll steal a few high quality first aid kits from a hospital and throw them onto your shelf.

Disengage- What’s their response to being ignored?

Laughter. Mocking, howling laughter. And then an immediate removal of privileges and freedom until they ‘grow up’, in Red’s own words.

Enclosure: Where do they keep Y/N? Do they have a place for them at all?

In the Demon Bull Family’s Fortress. Y/N has a section in Red Son’s room all to themselves, with a little mattress and small shelf to fit several personal possessions. During the beginning of their captivity, Y/N will be shown a length of chain bolted to the wall with a shackle on one end- a warning that freedom is now a privilege, not a right. You’ll have to wear it all through the night for many months on end if you make any escape attempts.

Facade: Are they good at hiding their true intentions?

No. But that’s only because doesn’t even try. The most he’ll do is lie to his parents about the depth of his obsession- and they’re willing to believe (for a time) that he merely wanted an amusing little pet to keep him company.

Garment: Do they take control of Y/N’s clothes?

Yes, to a stifling extreme. Red Son will torch the entirety of your wardrobe in order to replace it with something more suited to him and the tastes of his family- expect lots of red and purple. Secretly, Red enjoys matching with you. He might spare a few pieces of your clothing from his fire if you argue to their sentimental value. Also, he’ll do your hair, likely in a way that resembles his mother’s style. He might even force you to grow it out so that he can pin it up in twin ‘bull horns’.

Again, he forces you to wear a collar stamped with the family insignia (pictured here twice, the Chinese word for ‘bull’, written in bone script), but good behavior will have him upgrade you to a large pendant instead.

Also, you’re getting a bindi/tattoo like his- but only after he’s shifted you from ‘pet’ to ‘sibling’.

Handicap: How do they handle Y/N being or becoming disabled?

Unfortunately, a disabled Y/N in the clutches of Red Son is very likely to be the victim of humiliation and dehumanization- for a time. As his affection and care for you grows, the blade of his pendulum swings. He switches quickly from constant mockery and boundary stomping to stifling care and strict restriction. One day he’ll be kicking your crutch or hiding your anxiety meds while you panic, the next he’s demanding you to relegate yourself to the constant use of a wheelchair and punishing you for not taking your medicine where he can see it.

Intertwine- How physical are they? Do they enjoy skinship and touch?

Red Son is pretty reserved in terms of touch- he’ll accept minor displays of physical affection, but rarely initiates. When he does, you can expect condescending headpats and lots of hair brushing. If you’re feeling particularly down, he’ll muster up a half-hearted hug, awkwardly thumping your back.

Jaunt: Are they willing to take Y/N out in public? Where do they go?

No. Not unless they’re willing to be led around by the aforementioned shackle, the chains rattling with each step taken. However, Red Son might teleport them to somewhere isolated and empty for a few minutes, allowing them a little bit of fresh air as a quick reward for compliance and obedience.

Kindness: What brings out the best in this yandere?

The Crystal Heir AU leaves him extremely protective towards Y/N, acknowledging their trauma and suffering- and he works to be a better person for them.

Alternatively, when you get very sick- Red Son will stay beside you all the while, stuffing you with water, medicine, and hand-made soup. Having you completely vulnerable only serves to make him softer, given that you can’t fight or sass him- he might even cuddle you once or twice, letting you rest against his ever-warm body.

Limitation: What holds them back? Work? Family obligations? Physical weakness?

His family’s goals and ambitions are always at the fore of Red’s mind, a perpetual desire to please them. Given the time he has to spend planning or tinkering, Y/N does have time to themselves- enough to plan or attempt an escape, if they can muster the courage.

Morals: What lines are they not willing to cross?

Any form of ‘rigorous’ discipline or outright abuse. Red Son doesn’t want to waste his time doing something like caning your thighs or whipping you hands, and wouldn’t ever beat you outright. You might get slapped on the back of the head or receive a sharp swat on your nose- but he wouldn’t really go any further. Also, no deliberately putting Y/N in danger. He’s just not risking it.

Nausea: Can they tend to an illness, or would they rely on a doctor?

He handles it himself. As mentioned before, Red Son plies you with water, soup, and medicine. He’ll restrict you to his own bed, sleeping in the guest room as you recover- and he’ll sneak in during the night to wipe the sweat from your brow and refill your glass.

Obcordate: What reminds them of Y/N?

Food and drink with warming (but not spicy) spices, like cookies with a dash of ginger and cinnamon. Stray dogs that would be better off taken in hand and brought somewhere safe. Any little flower that’s blooming all alone.

Pacify: How do they comfort Y/N? Do they even bother trying?

Jokes aside, he’s not too great- but there’ll be some mild, concerned effort. Maybe just lay your head in his lap and let him play with your hair- it’s more comfortable for him trying to give you a hug or pep talk.

Queue: Do they have something of equal or greater importance to Y/N?

His family. Red’s obsession with Y/N will never come before his love for his parents, even after they find themselves forcibly ‘adopted’.

Redemption: Could they grow out of their obsession and make amends with Y/N?

Unlikely, but not impossible. After several months/years spent spent with them, Red Son will grow more protective and less cruel, but his obsession never really fades.

Sobriquet- What nicknames do for they have for their obsession?

Many mocking and insulting epithets are bestowed upon Y/N, the most frequent being, you guessed it- peasant. If Red Son grows particularly angry, he’ll get more threatening with his wording, referring to you as ‘kindling’ or ‘firewood’.

After a few months spent in captivity, he might refer to you as little sister (妹妹) or little brother (弟弟). These moments are fleeting, but impossibly soft and genuine- and after a few months or even years spent acclimating to your new life, you might see fit to call him older brother (哥哥).

Troop: How many people do they obsess over? Is that obsession spread equally?

Just one- Y/N.

Underdog: Who‘s on the yandere’s side? Would they help out?

His parents are massive enablers, unfortunately. So what if their son has a little mortal pet? They want to take over the world- Red Son taking one of the mortals that they wish to subjugate as a slave/pet/companion does not bother them at all.

Though they do find you to be very cute- especially when Red Son forces you to dress and style yourself like a member of their family.

Vocalize: How do they justify their actions?

Red doesn’t bother- he doesn’t need justification. He wanted Y/N, so he took them. The end, with no regret.

White Whale: Why do they pursue Y/N? What caused this obsessive love?

Probably they do one or two nice things for him and he snatches them up, not unlike a human adopting a cute and friendly stray. The bulk of his obsession comes later, after he’s spent enough time to start caring about you.

Xanthous: What do they really want?

Approval, attention, and affection. Red Son switches from desperately seeking his father’s pride and love to demanding to have yours, finding it a much easier goal to achieve.

Youth: How old is Y/N in comparison to them? Younger, same age, or older?

Given that they’re almost invariably a mortal he finds amusing, Y/N is much younger.

Zealous: Do they pursue Y/N doggedly, or are they more laidback and casual with their approach?

Red Son is extremely casual the majority of the time- he’s entitled and prideful to the point that he sees nothing wrong with what he’s doing. Why would he be anything but relaxed?

Author’s Choice 1: What do Princess Iron Fan and Demon Bull King think of Y/N?

Iron Fan thinks of you as adorable when Red Son styles your hair like hers, and might even throw some of her old clothes your way- they’re abraded to softness and cozy to sleep in, offering some comfort during long nights. She’s not too opposed to having you as part of the family, even if she has to help her son “train” you into obedience and politeness.

The Demon Bull King uses you as practice for his future rule over mortals, making demands of you. He chuckles as you scurry about to fulfill them, trying hard to avoid his ire. Occasionally he’ll lift you by the scruff of your shirt, examining you closely. It’s fun to watch you yelp and kick, fearful that he’ll drop or crush you- he won’t actually do either, to his credit. It’s just funny to him that you think he might.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Red Son #Red Son #Yandere Alphabet

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shine still brighter (2/?)

Chapter 1 | On AO3. Deaf!Artanis bullet-point fic.

And I'm back with some linguistics! I barely have an idea where I'm going, but writing this AU is a lot of fun.

Three weeks later, Arafinwë brings little Artanis to Fëanáro’s office. She’s immediately entranced by all the shiny gems and strange little contraptions that are everywhere and she tries to touch them, and Arafinwë is terrified that she’ll break something and Fëanáro will explode.

“Let her,” Fëanáro shrugs. “There’s nothing in there that I can’t afford to replace. It’s mostly old prototypes, anyway.”

Right. His twins are a year younger than Artanis. He’s used to little children running around and being curious.

He brandishes a sheet of paper. “This is just a very rough sketch, and sign language is terribly frustrating because you can’t really write it down, but I’ve thought of ways to go beyond the basic mimic gestures and into the symbolic, which is really what you need for a language to express complex thoughts. We can use spatial variation to express basic grammar, such as tenses. A flexible word order can also take us a long way. Using the entire body opens up an incredible number of fascinating options, think of facial expressions alone! A smile or a frown could be used to modulate any statement into a question or an affirmation, or even something else entirely! We could have a specific mood for reporting speech whose origin is doubtful, for example. And the potential for spatial morphology! I really need to talk to some dancers about this, they might have new ideas. Or theatre comedians, maybe. Oh, and I’ve also devised a signed alphabet based on my Tengwar, for direct translation. It won’t be immediately useful, of course, but you’ll be able to teach her to read and write more easily, and it can be used for names and maybe homonym disambiguation.”

Arafinwë has not understood any of that, except that Fëanáro is very excited.

Fëanáro has never been excited at him before.

It’s a very intense experience.

“…can you teach us?” he asks, a little winded.

Fëanáro once spent a decade learning the languages of various wild animals, one after the other, so he could in turn teach them to Tyelkormo. Of course he can teach them.

“It’s not a complete language yet,” he warns. “I can’t make a language for her. She’ll have to make it her own.”

“…okay.”

“I’m calling it Mátengwië.”

‘Language of the hands’. Fair enough.

He goes to sit cross-legged in front of Artanis.

She puts down the shiny brass model of a windmill she was playing with and looks at him.

She doesn’t instantly scream in his ear, which is a good thing, because Arafinwë has clear memories of Fëanáro excusing himself from meals because of the noise he and his siblings were making.

“Hello,” Fëanáro says, deliberately moving his hands into signs. “I’m your uncle and I’m going to teach you some signs.”

Arafinwë’s heart jumps at “uncle” (Fëanáro has never forgotten the “half” before, when he even bothers to acknowledge them as family).

Most likely he hasn’t invented a sign for “half” yet, but that seems like a strange oversight on his part, given his insistence.

Artanis is fascinated.

“We’ll start with simple words.”

Fëanáro is speaking slowly, because he’s not fluent with the signs yet, but he doesn’t baby-talk. Arafinwë isn’t sure what Artanis actually understands of this – she can recognize some words from their lip-shape, but not consistently, and definitely not whole sentences.

The signs don’t seem to look like anything, not like the ones Findaráto made up. Those were all easily understandable in context.

But within a few hours, Artanis and Arafinwë both have a handful of new signs for everyday items and tasks.

Fëanáro uses clever ways of mimicking and pointing to explain them to Artanis, and she seems to catch on immediately.

Then she spends the rest of the lesson pointing at various things around the office for Fëanáro to name.

Artanis’s signs are a bit sloppy and simplified, because she doesn’t have much dexterity yet, and Arafinwë’s are self-conscious (because doing literally anything in front of Fëanáro makes him self-conscious), but they’ve communicated more in one afternoon than they have in the last two years.

And it’s thanks to Fëanáro.

Ñolofinwë is never going to believe it.

And Fëanáro was bearable the whole time.

Scratch that, he was nice. He teased a little, but it was never mean, and never directed at Artanis. And he laughed at his own mistakes just as much.

Arafinwë actually had a good time.

They go back the next afternoon.

And the next.

They get to basic grammar and full sentences.

Artanis is opening up again.

She still gets frustrated a lot, and she’ll slam the door and lock herself in her bedroom whenever that happens, but she retains and uses each sign that Fëanáro shows her.

Arafinwë does his best to keep up.

Findaráto is still not doing too well, but he notices the changes, and after a couple of weeks, he begs for permission to come with them.

Fëanáro seems a little doubtful at adding a teenager to the mix, but Findaráto, if he has sufficient motivation, is an excellent student.

He takes to signing like a fish to water, faster than Arafinwë, and faster even than Artanis, who doesn’t have the benefit of translation.

Within a few more weeks, Fëanáro and Findaráto, and Arafinwë to a lesser degree, are capable of basic conversation in the sign language, allowing Artanis, by imitation, to start moving beyond naming objects and easily demonstrable actions, and into the abstract.

It’s beautiful to witness.

It’s still not a complete language by any means. Fëanáro repeats that warning several times per session, though Arafinwë doesn’t completely understand why it’s important.

It’s important because as they make up more and more sentences, they’re starting to hit at the limits of what Fëanáro has built.

It is not long before Artanis and Findaráto are inventing their own words, at first by combining signs or miming things, but soon enough they’re using their instincts and coming up with brand-new signs. And sentence structures. And grammatical elements.

It’s fascinating to Fëanáro.

(Contrary to popular opinion, he’s not a prescriptivist. The thorn issue is specifically sensible to him because it relates to his mother and he’s entirely irrational about it, but he’s otherwise endlessly happy to watch language evolve and he’s tracked all of his sons’ linguistic progression from when they were born, with charts and all, well into their adulthood, recording all the teenage innovation that other elves tend to scorn.)

Findaráto’s innovations in sign language are mostly based on Quenya, making up signs to translate words from his mother tongue.

Artanis’s innovations are astonishing. Entirely new ways of expressing concepts, of stacking signs on top of each other, of using space and her body to explain abstract ideas.

She takes Fëanáro’s basic concept and elevates it in a way he would never have thought about.

He hasn’t felt the rush of shared creation since he was Mahtan’s apprentice.

He can feel it with Nerdanel when they try something entirely new that isn’t either of their fields (like, say, making children) but in his chosen fields, everyone else is too far below his level to follow him.

And now this tiny child, who is far from being able to keep up with his linguistics knowledge, is making leaps and bounds that he would have never imagined.

He is obsessed.

Arafinwë is getting a little concerned.

He’s also getting frustrated, because he was never good at the word invention games that many of the Noldor are so fond of, and now he’s getting left behind in his children’s learning.

Angaráto and Aikanáro are learning signs bit by bit, enthusiastically, uncaring about having atrocious grammar and form in the way only children can. Artanis frowns and corrects them with a serious face that’s absolutely adorable.

Eärwen is struggling because of her fatigue, but she’s better than Arafinwë at getting to the essentials, at mastering the phrases and signs that she needs first without getting into complex, abstract things. It means that she misses some of Artanis’s rapid development, but at least she can tell her daughter that she loves her

And to stop screaming in their ears to get their attention.

Generally, things are getting better. Findaráto is coming out of his shell, Artanis gets frustrated far less often, and astonishingly, Fëanáro is being nice to Arafinwë even outside of the lessons.

The lessons are really more of an excuse for Fëanáro to document Artanis’s progress, she doesn’t actually need his help any more, though she’s surprisingly open to his suggestions to make a turn of phrase more elegant, or a sign more economical.

Surprisingly, because she’s not taking anyone else’s advice.

On anything.

Being able to communicate hasn’t made her any less stubborn.

She insists on doing everything herself, and now that she has a language of her own, she’s started to resent people who don’t sign.

Findaráto’s translations, even though he tries hard, aren’t good enough for her.

She refuses to play with anyone who can’t sign to her satisfaction.

Understandable reaction—but unfortunately impractical, because she has little patience for anyone who don’t sign as well as she does, which means the only people she’ll voluntarily spend time with are Fëanáro, Findaráto and maybe Arafinwë, on a good day.

Fëanáro has shown an incredible amount of good will so far, but he’s very busy. Mátengwië may have become one of his special projects, it’s still only one of them.

Specifically, aside from his princely and fatherly duties, he’s working on ways to capture light inside gems.

He can’t spend all of his days with a child that isn’t even his.

Findaráto is about to start university and needs to focus on his studies, however much he loves his sister. And socializing exclusively with a child isn’t very good for him, coming out of several years of depression.

“Eärwen and I have been talking about tutors,” Arafinwë tells Fëanáro one day. “Artanis is more than old enough to need one now, but none of them can sign with her. And she doesn’t read or write yet.”

“Reading will be a challenge,” Fëanáro confirms. “She doesn’t know Quenya, she will need to learn an entirely new language and medium at the same time. But she’s very bright, she’ll pick it up.”

“But who can teach her? I tried to start, but didn’t make any progress, she lacks any patience for what she doesn’t understand.”

“That’s not strictly true,” Fëanáro chuckles, remembering hours-long conversations with little Artanis about subjects as varied as which of her brothers is the most intelligent and what should be the right hand-shape for the word “turtle”. “But this particular challenge is understandably frustrating. I will teach her.”

“Truly?”

“Yes. As for tutors, I suggest Tulcasar, once she’s proficient with writing.”

“The loremaster? They’ve always refused to tutor any of us, I know Father asked them.”

Fëanáro laughs. “They tutored me before you were born. They will only accept the brightest students, they dislike children who cannot keep up with them. They lasted two weeks with Findis.”

Arafinwë tries very hard not to feel offended. Fëanáro isn’t even saying it as an insult, he’s so confident in his own superiority that it doesn’t register to him that it might be belittling.

“They’re tutoring Morifinwë and Curufinwë part-time right now,” Fëanáro continues. “My eldest two were never as interested in academic pursuits. Tulcasar will enjoy the challenge of learning Mátengwië, and Artanis is bright enough to keep them on their toes.”

“Alright,” Arafinwë says carefully.

“In the meantime, for the other subjects, you might ask Nelyafinwë or Morifinwë. You know Nelyafinwë adores her. And Morifinwë could use the challenge. I think he’s been feeling a little inadequate since Turkafinwë was accepted into the Hunt and Curufinwë got me to promise him an apprenticeship. He hasn’t found his craft yet.”

“Does he even need a craft?” Arafinwë asks. “I don’t have one. Findaráto is showing no sign of choosing a single field, and neither has Findekáno. Or Father, for that matter.”

“He thinks he does, at least,” Fëanáro says. “Perhaps Nerdanel and I have encouraged that a little too much. He persists in learning to paint, thinking it will please his mother, but I doubt it will ever be more than a hobby. If tutoring Artanis could help him realize that his strengths are more in academia, I would be grateful.”

“Fine, I will ask him. On one condition.”

Fëanáro raises an eyebrow—they both know that Arafinwë isn’t the one doing him a favour, here. But Arafinwë persists nonetheless, because he’s been meaning to bring up the topic.

“Let Maitimo finish his apprenticeship with Ñolofinwë. You know Father is not a good teacher, and he dislikes statecraft, for all that he is the King. Your hang-ups with our brother are hindering your son.”

He fully expects Fëanáro to get angry, only hoping that he’s accumulated sufficient goodwill that it won’t be the end of what friendship they have managed of late.

But Fëanáro laughs.

“You have been away from court for too long, Ara. Nelyafinwë has been shadowing Ñolofinwë for years.”

Arafinwë frowns. “The change hasn’t been acknowledged.”

“Does it need to be?”

Maybe it doesn’t. Let Fëanáro keep his pride and his misplaced grudge intact. He’s been fairly quiet about Ñolofinwë lately, no need to push him into another bout of paranoia.

And so Artanis starts taking reading and writing lessons from Fëanáro in the morning and spends many afternoons with Maitimo or Carnistir. Arafinwë and Findaráto come along the first few times, but it quickly becomes clear that she’s in good hands, and that their presence is hindering her more than helping. Arafinwë starts spending more time at court, since the family are now in Tirion a lot more.

Fëanáro and Ñolofinwë are actually being polite to each other. It’s quite a sight to see.

Things are going quite well, really.

#shine still brighter #galadriel #feanor #finarfin #finrod #silmarillion #silm #the silmarillion #tolkien #tolkien fanfiction #silm fic #echo's fanfiction #disabled tolkien characters

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Fave Fics of 2023!

A list of some of my favorite fics I read in 2023, though note not all of them are from this year. I feel like I didn’t get to do as much reading as I would’ve liked but I guess at least I was still able to put together a decent list! This isn’t a ranking, I listed everything in alphabetical order.

a bit of earth by @elemmacil (patrochilles)

Character study of Hadesgame Achilles & his time in the house of hades, pre-canon. Also, Zagreus takes care of a plant & it’s so wholesome. Lovely, atmospheric, and fueled by vibes, I adore the secret garden inspiration which slots into the hadesgame-verse sooo perfectly. This is great for the sad girlies like me who recently re-watched the movie from the 90s and thought “what if the whole movie was just us watching lord craven being a sad, pining dilf the whole time?” *clicks tongue* noice.

A Reasonable Explanation by stygius (pza)

I already read On The Ropes by red_smear last year so it doesn’t get to be on this list but I did go into 2023 continuing to seek out some of the “old classics” for this ship (yanno how reading fics that were published before joining the fandom sometimes feels like consuming media that existed before you were born? lol) this one is fun for the subversion on the “relaying messages” trope and taking god worshipping to literal (sexyy) extremes… I think if you wanted a good pza introductory fic this would be a good place to start!

Debased by youcouldbeagod (patrochilles)

Found this on a whim one day while clicking through the tags, as it is pretty much the only dedicated Troilus & Cressida Patrochilles fic on AO3 and it is ＢＲＩＬＬＩＡＮＴ！ The story is simply that Thersites stumbles upon Achilles & Patroclus having sex in their tent and he provides his usual witty and scathing commentary throughout. It truly reads like Shakespeare in prose form, I could easily imagine it being staged, it’s like a deleted scene from the play! The ending is also pitch perfect and still lives in my head rent-free. If you’re familiar with Shakespeare’s version of the characters definitely give it a read.

isn’t it romantic by infinitesle (dillydallybutterfly) (pza)

I was going to recommend a patrochilles fic by infinitesle that I love which is you are the currents that are pulling me onward but I’m pretty sure I read it in 2022 so it doesn’t count, sadge. So instead I’ll recommend another lovely morsel, a pza fic set in the jazz age au that a bunch of us in the pza channel of the hades lounge discord collectively came up with. Idk this might be a “you had to be there” kind of story but I think it still paints a pretty picture and if it inspires anyone else to contribute to the AU I wouldn’t complain. I’ll make my own proper contribution eventually, mark my words!

not the desperate type by @baejax-the-great (patrochilles, side hector/patroclus)

Baejax is well-known for their long fics which are all bangers ofc but personally my favorite piece of theirs this year was actually this oneshot in which Patroclus is engaged to Hector and then cheats on him with his ex, Achilles. They get caught in the act and the results are… predictable, lol. I love that it hews close to the tone of the Iliad where it’s no good/bad guys, just flawed humans making flawed choices and the AITA version of this story would totally be given an Everyone Sucks Here verdict, I’m sure. I’m STILL thinking about the ending even months & months later. Oh and of course, the sex is chef’s kiss!

One Night Of Chaos by Luddleston (pza)

This was technically a Dec 2022 read but I’m making an exception for it because I feel like it’s the flavor of pza I had been craving all along when I was reading through some of the older classics for this ship and it was key in helping fuel the inspiration for my own pza fics this year. There’s just something about Zag being invited into Patrochilles’ little world to watch their charming rapport with one another & being disgustingly in love that’s PEAK CONTENT for me and I loved this spin where he gets to meet them while they’re still alive, pre-heartbreak. Basically everything about it is my personal ur-pza text so if you’ve liked any of my own pza I’m sure you would like this one too. The sequel is also fun and was properly a 2023 read for me so I’ll mention it too haha.

Presentation by @sonderlivra (eruri)

Judging by the time stamp of my comment, I started my 2023 off right by reading this fic by one of my all-time favorite eruri authors! This is an omegaverse fic with a twist, it is well-written, hilarious, and had me guessing up until the very end. I would literally recommend anything this author writes (including the asscreed fics she & other beloved friend @zorthania have been writing this year… I don’t go here but these are my blorbo in-laws and I care them uwu)

sacramentum by fresco_k (eruri)

I didn’t take the time to read many other eruri fics this year unfortunately but I did get to beta some fics for this year’s eruri matchmaking event and this was one of them: a gladiator AU set in Ancient Rome and it was so serendipitous that I got to help with something so close to my current hyperfixation! The premise is very intriguing and it’s off to a lovely start… not to mention the author is a sweetie who knows & has a lot of passion for the time period… so check it out!

the slow mending by meikuree (pikuhan)

I finally got to dip my toes into some pikuhan fics this year and luckily my first one was a real banger! This was such a lovely little canon-compliant Hanji character study along with an exploration of their relationship with Pieck representing the two sides coming together and it was so beautifully written. It feels like the perfect introductory fic for the ship just in general because it really highlights everything that’s attractive about it! Love it!

tight fit by naxtique (zagchilles)

naxtique’s fics pretty much all scratch that itch for hadesgame dead dove of the dub/non-con variety, oftentimes laced with angst. Their particular flavor of Zagchilles with slave-to-his-passion, guilt-stricken Achilles is so compelling it always makes me stare at the wall thinking about it. And this is my favorite one, in which Achilles gets sex-pollen’d and ends up in a compromising position with Zagreus. Another one where the ending haunts my dreams (in a good way). Not for everyone obviously but if this sort of thing is up your alley, it’s great.

you’re a walking disaster, and yet— by @johaerys-writes (patrochilles)

Another patrochilles GOAT well-known for their serial longfics, and this year I’ve been enjoying their modern AU Patrochilles where the two of them grow up together in rural Greece. This one has probably my favorite ever synthesis of takes on Achilles’ character I’ve read so far—brilliant, autistic, and gender fluid. It’s definitely an extreme slow burn and gets pretty angsty & messy at times but it’s also devastatingly realistic & relatable and speaks to me a whole lot :> currently ongoing, definitely worth diving into!

#fic recs #patrochilles #pza #eruri #pikuhan #zagchilles #the only thing missing from this list is a dedicated patzag fic #gotta rectify that

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formulapai · 3 months

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fluff alphabet with george? 🫶🏻

of course darling !! 🫶

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

George adores how you always support him, even when it gets in your relationship’s way. You’re his n1 fan and is very proud of it !

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your cheeks, he likes to squish them, pinch them, kiss them, you name it. He fall in love with you all over again when you smile and they get all squishy.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

In bed, before the two of you fall asleep. You make your way from the bathroom after doing your skincare and he’s waiting in bed, propped up on the pillows with his phone in hand. He waits until your laying next to him to put his arm around your shoulders and drag you to him, kissing your head as he scrolls on his phone.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

He’s a classy guy, he wants to wine and dine you everyday. Think Italian restaurant, stroll down Monaco at night with his arm around your waist, opening doors for you, fixing your hair.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He’s not as open as he wants to be, so you have to dig a little if you want to know what’s really going on inside his head. He’s the most open about his thoughts in the mornings, when he’s still half asleep and burying his head in your neck.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Totally wants one, but not now. His career is still growing and he wants to start a family only when he can give his kids his full attention, which he’s not able to do right now.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Oh he’s spoiling you whether you like it or not. If you casually comment about something you see online, he’s pulling his phone out and ordering it before you’re even done talking.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Not much of a hand-holder but a waist holder. His arm is always around your waist, hand squeezing you lightly and caressing your side when you’re in a crowded space.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Listen, we all know he’s dramatic. Expect loud gasps, arms flailing as he runs around to grab the first aid kit, ranting about how dangerous your behavior was (even if you weren’t doing anything special and just tripped). Ends up kissing your injury after he’s bandaged it.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

He’s a menace, he’s pulling jokes on you way too often. If you pull a prank back, he’ll laugh at your attempt and won’t let you live it down, teasing you about it for months.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

He might be acting all classy and gentleman, he’ll devour you if he could. His kisses are deep and slow, he loves to take his time and chuckles when you complain about it.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Acts of service and words of affirmation ALL THE WAY !

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The first time you attended a GP as his partner. He showed you around, acting like an overexcited kid as he explains everything to you. When his race is done and he’s reunited with you, he wastes no time pulling you in a bones crushing hug, thanking you for being his lucky charm.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Waking up only to realize he’s never met you, that he dreamt your whole life together and that he now has to live without you by his side.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

He plays with your hair all the time, whether they’re short or long, he doesn’t care. It’s gotten to a point where you don’t bother putting effort into it because you know it’ll be ruined and messy after a few minutes anyway.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He’s SUCH a “Darling” kind of guy.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?

He loves to stay at home with you but he also adores to take strolls in the city, admiring the peace the night provides. But mostly, he likes to wake up with you when he’s on a break, enjoying having you glued to him.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Half as good as you, Tom Odell

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

If it’s not directly about his emotions, he’s completely open! Loves to gossip and there’s no one else he’d rather do it with than you.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Not that long, but it took him a lot of time to actually realize he was in love with you.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

At first he acted clingier and made more jokes to lighten your mood but soon realized it wasn’t working so now he lets you have some space, brings you some tea and kiss your head before going to do something else.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He’s proud of himself as a whole, but he’s even more proud of the fact that he has you by his side, proud that you chose him and not someone else. He loves to show you off, on social medias or in the paddock, he’s always talking about you.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He’d 100% join the fight if he thinks the other persons deserves it, otherwise he’ll stop it and sends the other person off before nagging at you, actually angry about it.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Too well, way too well. You can’t hide anything from him and he’ll poke at you whenever you’re trying, annoying you until you tell him what’s going on.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

He’ll make such a big deal about it, only because he thinks you deserve the best things on Earth.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Finally being next to you in bed after being away from you for so long, able to touch you, to smell you, to hear you without the infamous “phone voice”, to kiss you.

#f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fluff #f1 #george russell x reader #george russell imagine #george russell fluff #george russell

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witchofthesouls · 6 months

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Can we pretty please hear more about Soundwave and Engineer in G1? I really want to know what kind of horny seeker nonsense they have to put up with.

"If the alphabet could be rearranged, why not 'u' and 'i' together?"

You blink at Skywarp, who refuses to budge from the wall, taking up all the space with his wingspan. Its glossy shine is so new and fresh that it catches prettily even with the dim and damaged lighting.

"Mmm," you pretend to consider the proposal, "How about 'n' and 'o'?"

He frowns back. "But that's spells 'no' and it's already together?"

"Exactly." You reply blandly, dipping your digits into his shoulder to pinch a nervecircuit, and he grunts in response as you shove forward into the elevator. “Rule five of the manuel: Don't fix what's not broken.”

Of course, he follows inside, clenching and unclenching his fist to get the feeling back in his arm and hand.

“Okay, how about this one: Are you a medic because my fuel pump is failing!”

“I’m not that kind of engineer."

"That's alright." He says with a crooked smile of sharp denta. Strangely endearing. "I know I'm in good hands."

You bark out a short laugh. Alright, that's the smoothest from him.

Before the door shuts, a familiar flat arm catches it, and your Soundwave walks inside. With incredible willpower, you don't roll your optics when he purposely stands in the middle, and you definitely don't smile when Skywarp pouts for the entire ride.

_______

One would think being sucked into an alternate reality would be exciting, but right now you're buried under mountains of maintenance reports, repair backlogs, supply requisitions, and hazard warnings.

You will blame the split-spark carriage for the onset of tears and the necessary ten minute private sob in a dipitulated supply closest because fucking Pits! You're standing in knee-high water-logged damages!

It's not the same Constructicons you once taken orders, but you're familiar enough with their quirks as you get settled and start on the more mundane tasks of clearing the hallways and getting the drainage systems up and running.

"Hello, handsome," you hear Zolo pur from above. Large and gravid, you may be, you're still able to shimmy your way into the walls unlike the Vehicon above, nor would she be able to reach the relay.

Hence, why you're in the walls, much to Laserbeak's grave displeasure. Not only did the drone peck your neck, she perched over the opening, balefully glaring down. And the blocking entrance.

You immediately get a spark attack when Skywarp's face and his upper body suddenly appear next to you. The magnets hold when you move to swing. Of course, the slagger vops away and reappears halfway through the bulkhead after a moment. “Fancy meeting you here! Did you fall and need help?”

It's hard to say who screeches the loudest: you, Laserbeak, Zolo, Thrust, or Scrapper at the resulting inner bulk damages.

_______

You're having a moment with Soundwave. Outside with fresh air. Unlike the Nemesis back home, this warship is situated all the way on the seafloor.

You never thought you would miss dirt and rocks, but it's dry and warm, especially with Soundwave next to you as you curl onto your side with a data-cable loosely wrapped around your midsection, connective feelers lazily spread across your plating, nudging into the exposed seams to buzz over the protoform.

The peace is shattered with several consecutive booms overhead.

"Autobots!?" You immediately sit up, and isn't that a surprise? The 'bots in this dimension still had fliers.

Soundwave is unfazed and simply pointed to skyline. On his visor, there are rapid captions of the Coneheads.

You stare at them, watching the maneuvers as they jet into various formations of amazing feats of aerial agility and unity. "Is this a training strip? I thought it was a deserted island?"

Soundwave doesn't respond. Instead, he picks you up and calculates a ground bridge away. It's even sunnier than the last, so you can't really complain.

_______

If you didn't know better, you would think Soundwave is jealous. He isn't as calm as people think he is, but it isn't jealousy that has him hanging in your periphery or leaving tall-telling marks on your frame and your legs shaky from post-facing, carriage-induced bliss.

It's a weird territorial thing between fliers.

Specifically: Seekerkin.

It would have been hilarious if only you weren't the prize between winged, feral cats.

This isn't a mechling's romantic fantasy of multiple suitors vying for their spark. It's honestly exhausting, especially since more than one Seeker enjoys manhandling you away from work, the elevators, the bridge, and anywhere else that isn't near Thundercracker and a blanket pile.

And you allow it because the only serious attempt you tried to ward one of them away with a taser with an output to put down a convoy, it caused a riot.

Or at least that's what Hook said, you have no idea. One moment you had Dirge lunging after you, armor smoking, and talons out; the next moment you wake up in an unknown room inside a criss-cross of data-cables and stuffed full by Soundwave.

(Your jaw ached and you couldn't walk straight for a few days, and sitting was completely out of the question.)

You're trying to free a limb from the mass of blankets, and you immediately have every single pair of Air Force wings flicking towards you. They seem to overtake and/or bully out all the occupants from the nearby tables. You can smell the expensive polish, even from a distance.

“I should get back to work.” Your words are muffled as you finally wriggle out a hand and start pulling and pushing to freedom.

“Oh no,” Thundercracker demurred, calm as always and not helping by placing another cube in front of you. “Starscream approved of you having a longer rest time, especially with your complications.”

You have no idea what kind of blackmail or leverage the blue Seeker has because the rest of the Air Force is in his hands. None of the others dare to approach the table of just you and him.

All of the other mechs were willing to pit themselves between Skywarp and your Soundwave, but if there's Thundercracker in the vicinity? An immediate "no go" zone.

"Have you had a nursery shower yet?" Thundercracker asks as he adds something to your cube. It tastes zangy with the additional cobalt and mercury.

"Nursery shower?" You feel damned because your comms (you had never passed it out, so someone snitched) is immediately flooded.

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Could you please write a sfw alphabet with Alucard? The nsfw one was great!

I’m sorry this took so long! But it’s finally done- also it’s a lot

Also there’s a lil nsfw references here and there- I’m a degenerate leave me alone

Alucard’s SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Alucard is very affectionate once he’s in love and shows it in all five ways; gifts, acts, time, touch, and words

If Alucard sees the smallest thing that reminds him of you he’s getting it and giving it to you shortly after unless it’s part of a bigger gift.

He’ll just do small things to help out and try to make your life easier, especially when you're stressed from whatever it is.

Alucard will spend as much time with you as he can, but like everyone you two do need your personal space and he 100% respects that, and you respect his personal space as well.

When he feels like saying “I love you” isn’t enough or during the times when it’s hard for him just to voice all his feelings he’ll leave you love letters. The letters will be especially long on special occasions.

You’re constantly going to be hugged, kissed, cuddled, back rubs and massages (if you’re alright with it of course)

Alucard constantly voices how much he loves you when he’s able to express himself, but it’s not always just saying “I love you” to you in order to show affection. He’ll make you laugh and tease you, try to cheer you up when you’re down, listen to the things that you have interest in and try to engage in the conversation even if he doesn’t hold the same interest.

He just tries to show you how much he loves you in any and every way possible.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Y’all be thick as thieves once you’re friends and it’ll be impossible to separate you two. Alucard is very protective of the people he cares about so if someone so much as looks at you the wrong way this man wants to resort to violence, without a doubt you had to talk him out of fights (murders) on multiple occasions.

How you two meet is through Integra but how the friendship starts is probably when he sees that you’re a “good” person, or as least as good as you can get in the situation you’ve been put in. Also it’s a give in that you’ll have to treat Integra with respect before he’ll ever be able to consider you as something other than a dog.

After that it’ll depend on how often you’re around and how well you work will affect how much thought Alucard will put into your existence. He becomes more curious about you as time goes on and one day just decides to talk to you. Of course he’ll do it at the worst times possible because he approaches you right as you’re in the middle of doing something around the mansion. Alucard will say something about what you’re doing and when you explain it to him he’ll unintentionally insult you by calling you “peculiar” or criticize how you’re doing it because that’s not how he usually sees the task being accomplished.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This man was MADE for cuddling! Especially when you’re a human and it’s in the summertime because the heat makes everything so hot and sticky. His cold body against yours is the perfect way to cool off for you and the best way for him to warm up.

Also with those long arms and legs and his lanky ass body he can- and will- wrap you up in them and hold you tight when cuddling.

Plus the man is touch deprived- I mean he was locked in a basement for years and hasn’t felt a loving touch in Lord knows how long so he hangs all over you when the time for it is appropriate.

He’s just been through so much and he might not act like it but he wants to be held close, forget big spoon and little spoon. Alucard wants you to hold onto him and never let go.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Alucard’s dream is to own a home to grow old in with his beloved s/o and wants to raise beautiful children with them. He dreams that when he isn’t working he will try to cook if he isn’t too exhausted, and he wants to surprise the family with a big breakfast on the weekends.

It saddens Alucard that he can’t have kids and can’t grow old, but that doesn’t stop him from settling down with you in the home you two picked out together.

There was discussion of adopting children but with the “our appearance never changes and we’ll have to keep us being a vampire secret from our child, and if they don’t want to become a vampire when they grow up then we’ll watch them grow old and die” wasn’t something you two wanted to happen. The next idea was becoming foster parents and you two tried it but within a week Alucard wanted to adopt every child that entered your home, so you two gave up on being foster parents either.

Can you blame the man though? He has so much love to give and that’s why you have to tell him no everytime you walk past a pet store or an animal rescue. You two already have had over hundreds of pets over all the years and currently have a “dog” (he’s without a doubt a wolf but you two still call him a puppy even though it’s fully grown) that Alucard brought home without telling you. But he knew it wouldn’t have mattered to you anyway because there were currently no pets in the house.

When it comes to chores, Alucard isn’t terrible at cleaning but he’s better at some more than others.

Such as laundry, he’s good at doing laundry when it’s time to put it away. He makes sure everything is ironed and folded or hung up so there are no wrinkles but as said in another post the only clothes he leaves alone are your socks that you love to mix-match.

But Alucard sucks at actually doing everything else before that, most of the time he forgets to actually put the laundry in the basket, and doesn’t remember that he has to wash the blood out of his white shirts. You also have to sew up the tears in his clothes which was also said in another post

There aren’t many dishes to do because you both drink blood but when you two use cups either one of you will clean them after.

You both take good care of the dog but he is more Alucard’s responsibility than yours because he’s the one who brought it home without telling you. Alucard does accept most of the responsibility; cleaning up after the dog, brushing his hair, giving him baths, clipping his nails, brushing his teeth. Alucard did the puppy training and is in charge of the vet visits.

But when it comes to the feeding, watering, putting the dog out, taking him on walks, and playing with the dog, it’s 50/50.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I’m sorry- what?

You think this man would leave you after he’s fallen in love with you? After how long it took him to accept you into his heart, you think he’s going to let you go? You’re out of your damn mind if you believe that he would.

But if I had to pick a way Alucard would do it I can only see him doing it by not saying anything, he just grabs all his stuff and leaves, the only trace of him is a letter saying why it’s over. He does this because he knows he’ll get annoyed by your reaction, whether it’s crying, getting angry, or just saying nothing at all.

Ngl he’ll probably threaten to kill you if you come anywhere near him or try to talk to him through someone else because once it’s over he wants absolutely nothing to do with you. So threatening you is the only way to make sure you leave him alone.

As said this will most likely never happen because once this man is in love? He’s. In. Love.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Only reason why Alucard gets nervous about commitment is because he’s worried something bad will happen to you. But once he realizes that you’ll be safe it’s all or nothing with Alucard because commitment is everything to him. If you ever have any doubts about the relationship he doesn’t want to ever be in it and he will never give the idea of a relationship with you any thought again. Nor will he give you a chance again.

For getting into a relationship though, it all depends, you could be friends for a couple of months or more than a year before Alucard will attempt a romance relationship. This is because he needs to see how you’ll deal with different things in life, such as; him going on missions, how you treat people, how you let people treat you, and- most importantly- how you react to him being a vampire.

After you two get into a relationship It’ll probably take a year or so because Alucard needs to see how you start acting as a partner when it comes to dealing with all the things that he had to consider before pursuing the romantic relationship. If you can still handle those things in what he thinks is an appropriate manner then he’ll be willing to marry you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

When training (whether you’re a vampire or human) Alucard pushes you to your limits so you’ll always improve for next time and can be the best you can possibly be. But this is only if you want to train of course and if not he will never pressure you to.

If you do decide you want him to train you, expect to be left sore, with bruises, and scratches. The training will be even worse if you’re a vampire because your power is nearly limitless when you reach for your full potential.

But once the training is over Alucard will definitely make sure to make it up to you, treating you as if you’re made of glass. He will apologize for hurting you so bad and treat whatever wounds he has left you with. He will grab you anything you need if you’re too weak to and do everything he possibly can in order to make you feel better.

When it comes to emotional support, Alucard does the best he can but he doesn’t always get it right. It also doesn’t help that Alucard has his own emotions that you’re helping him work on, though he still has trouble addressing them. Though he has learned how to somewhat mirror (I’m not sure if that’s the right word but currently I can't think of a way to describe it) how you help him with his emotions for him to help you.

Also Alucard learned early on that sometimes you just start talking about something that makes you angry and when he gives input you get mad at him.

One day when you got angry at him for trying to help he asked you something like ‘what do you want me to do?’ and you told him to ‘just listen to me.’

So now every time you start a rant he asks you if you want ‘solutions or support’ and it’s kept you two out of so many arguments.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

As we keep establishing, Alucard is touch deprived so he absolutely loves hugs, if you two are alone there is rarely a time that he doesn’t try to stop you so he can have you in his strong embrace.

If you’re standing in place he’ll hug you from behind and start to sway your body with his for a little bit until he’s ready to let go, or when you swat him away so you can finish whatever you were doing.

If you two are on the couch in your room then he’ll be hugging you from the side and you’ll have your head on his chest. When you’re in Alucard’s lap he’ll have both arms around your waist and his head will be resting on your shoulder.

If you two are in public, walking down a busy street or sitting down next to each other when people are around Alucard will have one arm around your waist.

But when it comes to being in the mansion, outside of your room, you and Alucard both tend to stay professional since you two are basically at work. Plus the people who see you two hugging are people who both of you see constantly. There is just a difference between strangers you two will never see again and people who are always around. It’s not that you two are hiding your relationship- because everyone knows you’re a couple- it’s more of just keeping certain things more private.

There are the exceptions such as when he comes back from long missions and those times that Alucard is stressed out enough to just not care. When that happens he’ll walk up behind you while you’re talking to someone and casually wrap his arms around your waist. He’ll rest his chin on the top of your head, not swaying or anything, he just stands there, holding onto you and listening to the conversation.

It doesn’t happen often but it’s happened enough times that you and everyone else knows just to continue the conversation as if Alucard isn’t even there. Then once you’re done, you’ll let whoever you were talking to walk away before you and Alucard will disappear to a more private place so you can give him all the attention that he so desperately wants from you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Takes years of friendship, then a year or so of being in a relationship before Alucard says it because he has a fear that as soon as he says “I love you” something bad is going to happen to you.

After Alucard first says “I love you” and nothing bad happens he’s still very cautious about saying it again for a while. But when you’re still safe whenever he said it he now constantly tells you that he loves you.

If Alucard is with you when you wake up he’s telling you that he loves you. If he’s with you when you go to sleep he’s telling you he loves you. When he wakes up from a nightmare he’ll tell you he loves you. If you’re cuddling he tells you he loves you.

If you do some small task that you think nothing of, Alucard is telling you he loves you for the help. Every time he leaves he tells you he loves you. Every time he comes back he tells you he loves you. The end of every phone call he’s telling you he loves you and if it’s a phone call during a mission that he’s been away for a while he’s telling you all throughout the call that he loves you.

Whenever you two hug or kiss he’s telling you he loves you. Alucard will get lost in his thoughts and zone out, then when you help him come back to, he will tell you that he loves you.

And every single time he says “I love you” he 100% means it, he will never throw around those three words carelessly.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Okay I know I said before that Alucard would kill anyone who so much as breathes in your direction but that’s before you two are together. But he isn’t jealous after you two get into a relationship because after you two are together he doesn’t have any competition. HOWEVER he is protective when it comes to the relationship.

Which are two totally different things.

Jealousy means that Alucard would get intimidated by someone else talking to you and thinks that someone could possibly take you from him. But he has enough trust in you and in the relationship to know there is no need to get jealous over someone talking to you. There is no need for him to worry about you being unfaithful when you go out or what you wear when you leave to hangout with your friends. Only thing he worries about is something bad possibly happening to you but you never go out alone because you and Seras are best friends, which is what puts Alucard’s mind at ease. It’s always you and Seras plus a few other friends go out, and sometimes a few of those friends are male friends, whom Alucard also doesn’t worry about. You’re free do do what you want, with who you want, where you want while wearing whatever you want.

So Alucard isn’t jealous but he’s very protective, meaning that if he is nearby and notices that someone could possibly be making advances he’ll subtly show that you’re taken. Depending on how that person react to him just proves what their intentions were; if they immediately leave you alone, you and Alucard just go on about your merry way. If they try to keep your attention on them after you introduce Alucard, you cut it off because you won’t let someone try to take your attention away from Alucard when you were out with him. If you introduce Alucard and they include him in the conversation, there is possibly a new friend. You two have actually made a few friends that way.

(though Alucard can tell when you’re trying to ‘make him jealous’ as foreplay and he will go along with it, when it’s like that he’ll act absolutely feral)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Heh- I’ll exclude some places

Once again you both will be professional around the mansion when outside of your room, only giving each other a quick peck on the lips then going back to whatever it is that you two need to be doing. That also comes back with the exceptions of him going on his long missions. But even when it comes to kissing around other people- strangers or not- it doesn’t get too intimate.

But in private? This man is the very definition of passion. Alucard may not be able to put all his feelings into words, but his kisses tell you everything he can’t.

He does have his times where he likes to get playful though, giving you a kiss but pulls away before he lures you too far in, just so he can leave you longing for more. Sometimes he’ll run his fangs against your lower lip just to make you jump in surprise, then chuckles against your lips while you pretend to be annoyed by his teasing. Alucard loves you but he has to pick on you, y’know?

Alucard likes being kissed on his neck the most (yes I’m doing this out of pure irony, leave me alone)

Where Alucard likes kissing your hands- the NSFW Alphabet explains why- and he other favorite place to kiss you is right below the belly button. He likes kissing you there specifically because he likes the idea of you carrying his child.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Alucard would be an amazing father, though sometimes he’d spoil them more than he should. But he will still make the kids know what it means to put in hard work.

He also wouldn’t necessarily toss you to the side once you give birth to his children but you’ll definitely get put second more often than not. And if it ever came to saving you or the kids, sorry but you’re on your own love.

Alucard’s patience would never run thin when it comes to his children, and he would always try to be the first to come to their aid. Hell if you had his kids he might as well take maternity leave after the baby is born because he’d be up before you when the baby cries at night.

It’d be nice at first when you’re still recovering, Alucard would help with the feeding, bathing, changing, putting the baby to sleep, and anything he possibly can. But it would eventually get annoying when you have to tell him to give you your child back.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Since mornings are a vampire’s night, you and Alucard will eat and spend a bit of time together before you both pass out from exhaustion from all the work you had to do over night. But there is always a weekly early morning date. This can also apply to when you’re a human because you have to work overnight and are exhausted by daybreak.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It tends to be too busy to spend time together since night is the time for the both of you to bust your ass to get work done. Though sometimes you two do take off and go out to a fancy restaurant, or a club since they’re most popular at night.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Everything depends on whether Integra will let him talk and act somewhat freely because can’t say anything without her permission and that’s what affects the friendship.

But if Alucard has permission then you’ll know he’s a vampire as soon as you two meet because he doesn’t care if you know or not.

If you start asking questions when it comes to his life, Alucard will only tell you what happened after Integra woke up. But if you start asking too many questions he’ll just tell you that it’s none of your business.

Now after you two get into a relationship it’s still only from when he was awoken, and you don’t push because it isn’t your place. The reason why he doesn’t share his life before Integra is because it’ll mean he has to deal with trauma.

Alucard might as well have bought a shovel to dig a hole in the backyard in order to bury his trauma, and he wasn’t going to let any of that shit resurface… Well, that was the plan at least.

Alucard didn’t want to ever tell you anything, Hell he didn’t even want to fall in love with you. But he couldn’t stop it from happening, just like he couldn’t stop from having one of his horrendous nightmares when you two were in bed together. You were more terrified than he was because of it, but you kept your cool and helped him through it. After that everything is slowly- but surely- being shared with you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Alucard was easily angered by you at first because he didn’t give a damn about you or your feelings. But now you are what he cares about the most and that shadows his anger more often than not. He tries his best to keep his lashing out to an absolute minimum.

Which makes him accidentally take it out on you.

Alucard only does it by screaming and maybe breaking something but he never gets physical when he’s angry with you. It’s very rare that he snaps because he tends to defuse the situation or take a walk in order to calm down before he gets to the point of becoming aggressive.

But like- everyone- Alucard keeps stuff to himself and it builds up, so when an argument breaks out between you (which happens occasionally but not too often) he loses it before he even has a chance to realize it. If you shut up after he screams at you he’ll walk away and come back when he’s ready. If you don’t shut up that’s when a screaming match ensues and he breaks something, then he walks out.

He always comes back though, it might take an hour or maybe he’s gone for the rest of the night. But Alucard will always be back before day break because he can’t sleep without you and that thought is what calms him down.

The first time you two had a big fight and Alucard walked out he planned on not talking to you until the next night. He even went to another hidden cellar in the mansion that you didn’t know about because he didn’t want you around him. But when he tried to sleep it took him hours and when he finally did fall asleep he had a gruesome nightmare, it was that something terrible happened to you while he wasn’t with you.

Alucard woke up in a cold sweat then- without a moment to spare- he dashed out of his room and ran at full speed straight into your’s. He didn’t even bother knocking, he just went straight through the door. Tears were running down his face as he pulled you out of the bed and into his arms, covering your face with kisses while he told you how sorry he is. You helped him through his crying and got his mind at ease, making sure he knew that everything was going to be okay.

You two agreed to talk out the issue that caused the fight the next night and that’s exactly what you did, clearing up everything. After that you both promised never to go to bed angry at each other and that whenever you two are angry at each other you wait until you both calm down to settle the problem.

This is what keeps you both sane, well, as sane as you two can get and makes sure that the issues that cause the fights get fixed. It also keeps Alucard from having those nightmares that always makes everything a million times worse for his mental health, thus affecting the relationship as well.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Alucard has a whole library in his head of all the important things when it comes to you. But just in case he ever forgets, he writes things down in a journal he solely dedicated to information about you and the relationship.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you didn’t leave him after he told you he was Dracula. He expected you to leave him after only telling you a few things he’s done but you didn’t. Instead you told him that he doesn’t have to tell you all the bad things he’s done- and the war crimes he’s committed- because you love him for the person he is now.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Besides being protective of the relationship, Alucard would carry you in his pocket if he could just so he’d always be able to keep you safe. He gets nervous when he sees someone eyeing you up because he automatically assumes they have the worst of intentions.

If someone ever raises their hand to you they’re lucky if you kick their ass before Alucard gets to them, because if he does that person is getting sent out in an ambulance. And that’s only because that’s the worst that you’ll allow Alucard to do to them. If you let Alucard do what he wants to do, that person would be dead on the spot.

There isn’t really a need for you to protect him, matter of fact he doesn’t want you to attempt to protect him because he doesn’t want you to ever be in harm's way.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Your weekly dates are just small things, such as going on walks in the park, watching movies, window shopping, or eating at a diner or fast food place. It’s just easy and nearby and inexpensive. Sometimes they get a bit more fun, like going to a bar, a club, or a concert- you’ve talked him into going to a few raves and mosh pits.

But for anniversaries, a Valentine’s Day, or your birthday, calling those dates ‘extraordinary’ is an understatement. Going to the world’s most expensive restaurants, jewelry, makeup, clothes, shoes, you’ll even have a private jet flying you two wherever you want to go for a weekend trip.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Alucard’s temper and bottles up his feeling(yeah, big surprise but at least he’s trying to work on it)

He can be hot and cold (once again, not surprising)

Can be VERY nosy at times

Remember how we talked about dishes? Specifically the cups? Well, Alucard hoards cups in his office.

You always respect his office and don’t touch anything in it because that’s his own space, just like he respects your office because that’s your own space. So the ONLY time you complain is when it comes to the cups but you still don’t touch them, you just have to wait until he takes them out.

Speaking of waiting, you also have to ask him to take the trash out of his office because neither of you want bugs and/or rodents.

Which he does after the trash can is overflowing and there are almost no cups in the cabinets, which can take either a week or month to happenT_T

Also his hair is ALL OVER the bathroom. The floor, the sink, the shower, EVERYWHERE. Alucard sheds more hair than you and the dog combined and you’re surprised that he isn’t bald by now.

And this last one I will shout from the rooftops: HE! IS! A! HYPOCRITE!!!

But he’s trying to fix it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Alucard only cared about making himself look presentable, as long as he was clean and well dressed he was fine with how he looked to everyone else.

But Alucard loathes his scars that he can’t get rid of with his entire being. He always has- even before he met you- but nobody would ever see them so he wasn’t insecure about them.

Or so Alucard thought, then you walked into his life. You’re the only one who has seen all of him and has felt most of him, now he gets so self conscious over the scars. They prove to you that at one point he was weak and couldn’t protect himself.

Alucard also hates how his hands are so rough and callous. You’re the only one who Alucard touches in an intimate manner, and he takes his gloves off in order to do so. Making him not only hate how he can’t feel your body in the same way could if his hands were normal. He also hates it because he knows that his touch is a bit harsh on your bare skin.

Alucard knows damn well that you couldn’t care less about how his hands feel and that you will never think less of him because of his scars but he still tries to “make up for it” in other ways.

Like having his hair smooth as silk, which is why his hair care products clutter the bathroom sink. Alucard tries to keep his lips from getting chapped so his kisses can be gentle and it makes up for the ruggedness of his hands. Alucard makes sure that the skin that isn’t scared is soft to the touch, to the point that it feels like velvet against your fingertips.

You’re the only person Alucard does this for but he won’t let you know that, he keeps these insecurities to himself because you promised to love him no matter what.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. You walked into his life and now there is no leaving. You are his everything. You are that last piece of the puzzle and he will never be able to live without you. He makes sure to let you know that with every chance he gets.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Alucard keeps a picture of you tucked in his hat, that’s why he makes sure it gets taken off and goes somewhere out of harm's way before every fight. If there is a surprise attack the first thing he does is grab a gun with one hand and throw his hat to safety with the other.

Also I picture human Alucard having tattoos- not sure what kind yet but he has them.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who’s love he has to fight for, because he won’t.

Someone who’s controlling- he already has to deal with Integra bossing him around, he won’t have a partner do it.

Do. Not. Touch. His. Desk. Don’t clean it off. Don’t rearrange anything. Don’t do ANYTHING to it. Just leave his desk alone and there won’t be an issue.

Jealousy (though he will play along if you’re faking it for foreplay)

Someone who doesn’t follow through with their word

He gets annoyed with people who never stand up for themselves and always need/want someone to do it for them.

If something bad happens and you don’t tell him, he doesn’t give a damn if you’ve already dealt with it on your own

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Alucard has nightmares and needs you to sleep, that’s a given. But he also has to be touching you in one way or another, even if it’s just his fingertips grazing your arm. He just needs to feel that you’re there in bed with him and if you get up he automatically knows.

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #hellsing fandom #alucard hellsing #alucard #hellsing alucard #hellsing fanfiction #hellsing organization #hellsing ova #hellsing x reader #alucard x reader #alucard headcanons #alucard fanfiction #alucard x you #no life king #vladcard #long post

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scarletsaphire · 1 month

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Danny, newly added to the cheer team (mostly) against his will, is attending his first lock in with the girls. It's a lot more fun than he expected.

4th fic for @phicphight, with this one going to @lavendarlily and @lonelygrayrose, with a special shout out to @hannahmanderr because she asked politely. Prompts used will be at the end!

Danny had accepted that he didn't get much control over his life. Ever since he'd died, he was getting pulled one way or another for ghost fights or school or family stuff. It really came to its worst point went he'd been more or less bullied into joining the cheer team. Sam and Tucker were not help; they thought it was hilarious.

It did mean that the already minuscule amount of free time he had was filled with practice, or games, or other team building exercises. Like right now; the annual lock in for the cheer team, hosted in Casper High one and only cafeteria. Really pulling out all the stops.

Danny had been dreading it since it was announced two weeks ago; knowing his luck, there would be some kind of ghost attack, and then he'd have to play the whole "Oh I've been here the whole time!" game. And if that didn't happen, he'd be stuck in the cafeteria with the cheer leader girls for twelve hours straight! Sure, they were nice enough, especially since he joined the team, but that didn't mean they were friends!

It had only taken an hour for Danny to change his opinion.

The parent chaperone very clearly did not care about what they got up to, provided no one broke a bone or stole something where she could see. This allowed them to roll all of the tables off the walls of the cafeteria and construct a complicated and completely unsafe obstacle course for them to run through.

The first two girls had already given it their best shot; the first one, Abigail, who Danny had never seen without bows in her hair, had made it pretty far for being the first one through, but her hair had gotten tangled in one of the wheels, and the official score keeper (who was, of course, Paulina) gave her a DNF. She was currently off to the side with Star, getting her tied back into a braid and watching the spectacle.

The second girl, Brittany, had finished, if her time was a bit sad. "I don't want a repeat of that!" she'd said while the rest of them teased her about her terrible performance. "I just got these braids put in on Monday, and I am not spending another four hours to get them redone!"

They were going in alphabetical order, so that meant Danny was next up. He lifted his arms above his head to stretch while he analyzed the course.

They'd done a pretty good job, if he did say so himself. There were several tables that he would need to go under, several he'd need to jump, and one they'd set up to require jumping on the seats instead of on the table. A bit rudimentary, sure, but it worked for their purposes.

"So, Danny Fenton," Paulina said, holding her water bottle out towards him like a microphone. "As the only boy on the team, you have quite the reputation to try and uphold. Do you have a strategy going into this?"

Danny flashed her a grin he normally saved for when he was Phantom. "Course I do."

Paulina returned the smile, and leaned in closer. "And what would that be?"

"And spoil the surprise? Not a chance."

Paulina laughed, leaning back on her seat of backpacks, blankets, and pillows. "You're setting high expectations, Fenton. You ready?"

Danny nodded, settling into a running stance.

"Three, two, one, go!"

He started running to the cheers of his teammates.He hadn't lied; he did have a strategy, and it didn't involve any kind of ghost powers. He wouldn't need them.

Danny had spent the better part of two years dodging bullets, ray beams, fire, boomerangs, bazookas, and about a dozen other, faster, much more painful objects. Two years honing reaction speed, flexibility, and spatial awareness, all of which would help him decimate the past two times, and anyone else who wanted to race after him.

Okay, maybe the practice part did involve ghost powers, but he wouldn't be using any now.

He vaulted over the first table cleanly, chaining the momentum to roll underneath the next table in one fluid motion. He came to his feet already running, ready to vault over the next two tables. In what felt like a heartbeat, he was already at the end obstacle, where he'd have to hop back and forth on the seats without touching the table; if he touched it, that would mean an immediate disqualification.

It didn't prove to be any more difficult than any other obstacle had been, although it was significantly slower. Danny leapt off of the final seat straight into a backflip, landing perfectly on his feet.

That part wasn't required; he just felt like flexing a little.

His grand finish was met with the roaring applause of the eight girls; Abigail had even started whistling, much to Star's annoyance, as she was still trying to fix her hair.

"And that is two minutes and twenty seven seconds!" Paulina called from her makeshift chair.

"Damn!" Alysha said. "That is going to be a tough time to beat!"

"Thank you, thank you," Danny said, taking an exaggerated bow. "I'll be here all night."

Alysha shoved his shoulder even while she laughed.

Danny made his way back to the spot he'd claimed, a little bit to the side of Paulina's seat.

"I am so happy we recruited you," she said as he sat down.

"Yeah," Danny agreed. "I am too."

As surprising as it was, it was true. Maybe he'd originally gotten the spot because of his ghost fighting and powers, but it had quickly become the only (mostly) ghost free thing he had. He'd never gotten that kind of luxury at home, and while he loved Sam and Tucker to death, it was way to easy for their hangouts to become patrols or planning patrols. Or homework, but that didn't count.

There was the additional fact that being on the cheer team had made Danny's life easier at school; the teacher's were more lenient with schoolwork, he had a different group of people he could sit with if Sam and Tucker were out sick, or if they got absorbed in their infamous debates, and everyone was just so much nicer to him.

Even Dash had stopped with the bullying, and after a couple stilted conversations and an emotionally charged apology that was leagues beyond what he'd thought Dash capable of, Danny would be willing to call them friends.

Definitely just friends though. It didn't matter that Tucker had caught him staring at Dash several times during lunch or that he got all flustered whenever they ended up in the locker room together. That was a coincidence.

Just like Danny had expected, none of the girls came even close to his time. Star got a strong second place at three minutes flat, which was very impressive on its own, but his natural talent and years of practice held him high above the rest.

"You have to tell us how you did that," Aubrey said, jutting out her bottom lip. It was the same look she gave Coach Tetslaff every time she tried to extend practice.

Unfortunately for her, it worked just as well on Danny as it did on Coach. "Yeah, sure. Right after I tell you how I handle flying so well."

"Ugh." Aubrey flopped forward into a heap on the table. "You are. So mean."

The sound of a cellphone ringing cut off whatever Danny was going to say next. The team glanced back at the chaperone, who had settled in a corner of the room with a laptop, a thermos Danny swore was full of hard liquor, and headphones. They all sat in silence as she answered the phone.

"Hello? Uhuh. Yeah, I'll be right up. Everything should already be paid for, right? Good." She hung up the phone with a snap and stood from her spot. "Pizza's here. You kids sit tight, I'll be right back."

The group stayed quiet until her footsteps disappeared down the hallway outside of the door, before everyone shared a conspiratory look. Everyone but Danny, that is.

"Uh... what did I miss?" Danny asked.

Aubrey and Abigail stood up, one moving to the window of the door, the other to the chaperone's bag. The other girls all shared the same look again.

"Did nobody tell you?" Dakota asked.

Danny ran over the incredibly short list of things he'd been told about the lock in, which was basically just that it was a lock in, before shaking his head. "Tell me what?"

"Oh, Ms. Pachelli is a total drunk," Paulina said. "I'm sure you've noticed its not apple juice in her thermos?"

Danny nodded his head.

"Well, that's not enough to last her a whole night, even on a good day, and dealing with us is never a good day in her books." Paulina studied her fingernails while Abigail fished a bottle of whiskey out of her backpack. "So, every year we switch out her spare bottle for one of Abby's parents' old empty ones."

Sure enough, Abigail pulled out an identical bottle from Ms. Pachelli's bag.

"And... you don't get in trouble for that?"

The rest of team all giggled. "Please," Star said dismissively. "She barely cares about us to begin with, and if she tries to get us in trouble, she'd have to admit she has a problem."

"She's coming," Aubrey hissed from the door, and Abigail made a dash back to her backpack. By the time Ms. Pachelli was back in the room, three steaming pizza pies in hand, the whole team was doing a perfect imitation of teenagers who weren't up to anything.

"It'll be over here when you girls are hungry," she said, setting them down where food was normally served. "Uh. You girls and Danny." She amended when she turned around to see them all pointing at him, a habit they'd developed with Coach Tetslaff. Ms. Pachelli settled back down in her corner, taking one, long swig from her thermos, and putting her headphones back on.

The rest of the team

"She'll fall asleep soon," Dakota whispered to Danny. "That's when the real party starts."

Sure enough, it had barely passed 1 AM before Ms. Pachelli had dozed off and the team was left completely unsupervised. Brittany went to make sure she was sleep, and after fiddling with the headphones, she shot a thumbs up at the group. Abigail pulled the bottle back out to the cheers of the team.

"It's time for the real party to get started!" Dakota called.

"Don't we need to stay quiet?" Danny asked.

Star shook her head. "Nah, she's got some video playing in the background. I don't even think a ghost attack would be loud enough to wake her."

"I think its flat earth videos this time," Brittany added. "Definitely looked like it from what I saw, at least."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Why is she even here? If she sucks and also hates all of you-" he ignored whoever called out "She hates you too!" "-why does she volunteer to do it?"

"We ask for her by name," Abigail said, passing the now opened bottle to Paulina.

Paulina took a swig straight from the container before passing it on to Brittany. "That, and if she didn't volunteer for this, she'd have to actually do something at any of the other events the school hosts. She's part of the PTA."

"Ok, but that doesn't explain why she has to be on the PTA," Danny pointed out.

"Uh, duh, she's Derreck's mom. You can't have a kid in as many extracurriculars as he's in and not be on the PTA," Star said.

"I guess," Danny agreed. He still didn't really understand, but he also didn't want to spend the whole night asking about Ms. Pachelli's life. Besides, the bottle had reached him. He took a small sip from the bottle, and pulled a face at the unexpected burn.

The girls laughed.

"First time tasting alcohol?" Audrey teased, taking the bottle from his hands.

Danny rubbed the back of his neck. "It's not the first time. I just. Didn't expect it to taste like that."

The girls all shared a look before laughing harder.

"It is going to be a fun night," Paulina said, a mischievous smile on her face.

Danny wasn't sure what time it was anymore. He knew that a couple of the girls had conked out, with Aubrey being the first to fall about an hour ago. He knew that he wasn't getting any sleep tonight, and from the looks of it, neither was Dakota, who was blasting music from her phone and dancing on one of the tables. She'd been the one to hog most of the bottle.

Not that Danny was complaining; he was definitely not sober, although he couldn't say whether he was tipsy or drunk or somewhere in between or another word he wasn't privy to. Either way, he was drunk enough that he'd agreed to let Paulina and Star do his makeup, something he would never have agreed to without the help of the whiskey.

"Stop moving," Star said, holding him by the shoulders and looking into his eyes, as if she could psychically control him into not moving. Jokes on her, Danny knew how mind control worked, and it was only sometimes like that. "Or else we're gonna-" she hiccoughed, then continued as if nothing had happened, "-mess up your makeup."

"Yeah," Paulina said. "And you don't want to look like a mess for Dash, do you?"

Danny snapped his head towards her, nearly poking his own eye out with the makeup applicator she was using.

"Stooop!" Star said, turning his head back towards her.

Danny obeyed, but he turned his eyes to look at Paulina. "Why would I care about what Dash thinks?"

He could just barely make out her flat stare from the corner of his vision. "Because you like him?"

"I do not!" Danny protested.

Star giggled while Paulina talked over her. "Danny, we have eyes, you know. And we've seen yours wandering to him every time he's anywhere near you."

Danny opened his mouth to protest, but Star pushed it shut. "Nuh uh. Lipstick first." He tried again, but was met with the same result. "I will smear this all over your teeth do not test me Fenton." This time, Danny obeyed.

By the time he had finished, his initial protests had already died out. It wasn't like they were wrong; he just hadn't realized he'd been so obvious about it. "Fine. I might have a little crush."

"Well if by "little crush" you mean that you're head over heels in love with my best friend, then yeah, I know you have a little crush on him."

"Hey!" Star cried. "I thought I was your best friend?"

"Best boy friend," Paulina corrected. "But not boyfriend boyfriend. We tried dating, but he's not interested in me. Which, you know, I was insulted with originally, but he's just not into any girls, so the fact that he was into me enough to try dating is a win."

"So, he likes-"

"Boys, yeah."

"Which means you have a chance," Paulina added. "But only if you sit still and let us make you look pretty!"

Danny really didn't think he had been moving around all that much, but he made sure to sit even stiller now.

"You're gonna need to be the one who asks him out."

Star nodded. "He's worried about doing something wrong, cause he was so mean to you before." Star paused at Paulina's glare. "Oh. Was that a part I wasn't supposed to share?"

"Yes," Paulina said, annoyed. "But it's too late now."

"Wait, hold on, what?"

"Oh, he likes you too," Paulina said. "It's gotten kind of annoying, listening to him go on and on about how 'cool' you look doing flips and everything."

Danny felt his face heating up more. "I mean. I just. I don't really know how to ask someone out?"

"Oh trust me, I know," Paulina laughed. "Don't think I've forgotten all the shit you pulled during freshman year."

Danny's face burned even hotter.

"Polly, you're embarrassing him!" Star said, but she couldn't stop a giggle of her own. "We're supposed to be helping!"

"I know, I know, but I can't help it!" Paulina said, her laughter dying out.

"You two planned this?" Danny asked incredulously.

"I mean, we didn't not plan it?" Star replied.

"No, we planned it," Paulina corrected. "I think Abigail even put it on her itinerary, but she fell asleep, like a loser."

Star giggled again. "So we're taking over!"

"You've got to be more confident, flaco. You get all blushy and stutter, and give up halfway through, and while that's adorable, it's not going to work if you want results."

"We've seen you on the field, we know you can do it, so don't try to deny it," Star added.

"But that's an entirely different thing!"

"It's not that different," Paulina said.

Star ignored her. "Then just pretend you're on the field! Put on a good show for him, and I guarantee he'll be drooling all over you. Just like he is during the games."

"He is not drooling about me during the games."

"Oh, he so is," Star countered. "You remember the game you first debuted?"

Danny nodded; while he'd done fine, the actual game had been a bit of a shit show. Casper High had lost, fourteen to nothing.

"Dash only fumbled that because he was so distracted by you," Paulina said. "Tripped right over his own feet, cost us the first points of the game, and it was all down hill from there. If you can do that when you aren't even trying, imagine what you can do to him when you are."

"I think we're done here," Star said, withdrawing from Danny.

"I think we've outdone ourselves," Paulina said, angling his face to admire their work. She grabbed a small mirror from her pocket and passed it over to him. "What do you think?"

He looked surprisingly good, much better than he expected considering the fact he was a boy and that the people doing his makeup were at least a little drunk.

"It looks good," Danny agreed.

"No," Star protested. "You look good, and you need to take that vibe with you when you ask Dash out tomorrow."

"Who said anything about tomorrow?"

"We did," Paulina said. "Because tomorrow, we're going to be dragging him with us to the park and finding a convenient excuse to leave him there alone."

"You're gonna swoop in, and you're gonna ask him out and save him from having to deal with us all day."

"Trust us. It'll be perfect."

"I don't-"

"Shh." Star put her finger over Danny's lips. "We're doing this, whether you show up or not."

"Which means we need our rest, and you need your beauty sleep."

"So shoo while we clean up."

Danny didn't really know what else to do besides walk back to his pile of stuff and get comfortable.

He guessed he was going to the park sometime tomorrow. He hadn't been planning on it, but that was ok. He was used to that.

Prompts:

LonelyGrayRose - "Well if by "little crush" you mean that you're head over heels in love with our best friend, then yeah, I know you have a little crush on [him/her]" lavendarlily - Who knew Danny Fenton was so agile? Paulina makes it her personal mission to get him on the cheer squad.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #paulina sanchez #dp star #cheer au #phic phight #team human #phic phight 2024

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flugsammy · 3 months

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Hello love your work and just wondering if u can do a

Dr.Flug x y/n where they aren't yet dating just friends (who like each other). And they do mission or something (u can choose), and y/n does something wrong, and then they both get into an argument and out of nowhere Flug just blurts out they love y/n and y/n say they like him to.

U can choose what happens next

Hello, buddy!! I'm SO sorry for the delay, but I took a little breath to gain my creativity back! :D

This time, I tried a more practical way of writing, so here it is:

First of all, we have to remember we're talking about ""THE GREAT"" Dr Flug. Him, as a villain, considers love to be nonsense (a bit hypocritical of him, since we see how he treats 5.0.5). But in a romantic type of love, he'd be a bit.. difficult to deal with??? Let me explain:

As we are used to Demencia being 'the annoying one', we forget about how HARD Flug is to deal with. And he'd be even more so, if his s/o is some kind of assistant (especially, HIS assistant).

He's definitely the kind of guy who separate files alphabetically, separating each one by similar colors and if you put ONE in the wrong place.. HAHAHA, prepare for the scolding of your life. But now, let's get a little away from realism and get to what really matters. If he considers his s/o a friend or a close friend, things would certainly be a bit easier. Using our cute bear as an example again, Flug isn't the heartless villain he tries to make himself out to be! He can be quite affectionate, and less cruel when he wants to.

-Now, onto the mission scenario..

One client, one order, and the hero's location. As always, Dr Flug had created a plan to carry out Black Hat's orders. And to his surprise, Demencia was actually trying to collaborate...?? What's gotten into her? She was clearly holding herself back from running after the hero. Maybe boss had put her in her place? Either way, the doctor couldn't complain. Everything seemed to be doing right. It was like a dream!

Everything was going as planned. The hero (dumb, like most of his kind), had fallen into the trap like a duckling! While the guy looked around confusedly, all they needed was the shrink ray, which in just one shot, would end that entire mission! FINALLY! When his assistant was about to shoot, their attention was quickly taken by a butterfly, which made their hand slip and shoot at the post, next to the hero. The two-good-shoes' eyes quickly stopped at the villains.

— BUT WHAT- WHAT WAS THAT, Y/N??"

Before he could do something, Demencia's loud giggles, running towards the good guy were audible. WHY was it always like this?! A loud groan left the doctor's lips.

— DEMENCIA! Get out of there right no- NO- DON'T JUMP ON HIM!!

Flug's angry gaze quickly turned to his friend. The noise of punches caused by the lizard girl interrupted both of their hearing.

— What was that, [name]?!

— I'm- I'm sorry! I just got a little distracted!

— HOW could you be distracted by a BUTTERFLY?! The hero was right in front of you!

— I'm SORRY, alright?! I already apologized!

Their discussion was drowned out by the sounds of fighting between the hero and villain. 5.0.5 looked between both discussions, not knowing what to do. After a few seconds, Flug's voice came out again:

— WHAT KIND OF VILLAIN GETS SO EASILY DISTRACTED?! HAVEN'T YOU SEEN THE ORGANIZATION'S VIDEOS?! — Outraged, Flug asked.

— Of.. COURSE I SAW IT! I WATCHED ALL OF THEM, MR. KNOW-IT-ALL! YOU ALWAYS BLAME ME FOR EVERYTHING WRONG THAT HAPPENS, WHY CAN'T YOU ADMIT THAT YOU HATE ME??

— AND SINCE WHEN I HATE YOU!? I LOVE YOU, DIMWIT!

A moment of silence fell between both, when the noise of kicks increased. Flug's eyes instantly widened. After a few seconds, the assistant's eyes lit up:

— You love me..? For real? — A small pause was heard. — Woah.. I never thought that you-..

Before all the chaos could continue, a black snow settled around them.

The hero, who had finally immobilized the lizard woman, contorted into an inhuman shape until he curled up, motionless to the ground. And in the middle of the shadows, Lord Black hat appeared.

A furious look on his face as he glared at his employees.

"....."

-Hah. For your all sake, I don't think I need to explain in detail what happened next.

After their sudden confession, things got a little.. awkward between both scientists, as Dr Flug couldn't make eye contact with his lab partner. But hey! It was just in the first few days after the mission disaster. After some time, the doctor would begin to show more affection for his partner (in a secret way, of course). We can say that Flug doesn't have much experience when it comes to romance, but he would certainly try to put some of his pride aside to be able to have a peaceful moment with his s/o. Specifically when both of their feelings finally come to the surface.

Thank you so much for reading! :D

And again, I'm REALLY sorry for the delay. I will definitely be making more requests later, but for now, I hope you enjoyed my writing! - Sam.

#dr flug #villainous #dr flug x reader #x reader #villainous flug #505 villainous #flug #demencia #demencia villainous #black hat #black hat organization #dr flugslys

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accirax · 7 months

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A Brief and Highly Speculative DRDT Thought

This damn character order. I don't get it. It vexes me.

Because, as far as I can tell, they aren't ordered in any particular way. It's not alphabetical first name order, alphabetical last name order, alphabetical talent order, death order, order of introduction, Class Trial seating order, gender order (like doing all the girls, all the boys, and then Nico), rainbow order of official colors... And, as far as I can tell, that remains true if you do any of the options in reverse, or if you remove Teruko.

I don't think they work if you remove Xander either, or even Charles too. I say that just because I think those three could be first as, like, a top billing sort of thing. At the start, I think you're meant to believe that (following standard Danganronpa protocol) Teruko is the protagonist, Xander is the support character, and Charles is the antagonist. As arguably the three most important characters, it would make sense to put them first. Of course, that's not exactly how their roles actually turned out, but that's what you want the audience to believe as a spoiler-free first watcher.

So, if it's not any of those things, what is it? I started thinking about what the most likely possibilities are.

#1: The Order is Completely Random

As in, DRDTdev took the finished cast, put all of the names (minus Teruko, and maybe Xander and Charles) into a randomizer, and this is how it turned out. That would be a good way to avoid giving us any hints as to the characters' development or stories. Honestly, fairly likely, but bear with me here.

#2: The Order is Something Story-Relevant We Haven't Learned Yet

And thus, once we get to Chapter 6 or whatever, we'd be like, "oh, so that's why they were put in that order." This could be something like "order in which characters were accepted into Hope's Peak" or "order in which characters met Mai." Potentially interesting, although such an open sandbox that trying to pin down what it means is basically as good as it being random.

#3: The Order is Order of Creation

This is the real "Brief and Highly Speculative Thought" the title promised. I think there's a chance that this order appears random to us because it's the order that the characters were developed in. We know from the July 31st Q&A that Arei was the subject of the "first ever drawing of DT," which could imply that she was one of the characters who was created/confirmed first. However, she's currently fifth, so, what about the characters before her?

Well, Teruko is the protagonist, so it would make sense if she was the first character DRDTdev created. She also has a lot of mysteries and secrets surrounding her, which, as the protagonist, are surely strongly interconnected with the main plot. Hell, it's even possible that the protagonist of altDRDT is Teruko's brother! Having brainrot about Teruko may have been what inspired altDRDT in the first place, which would mean that Teruko would have to exist for longer than altDRDT has. Why am I talking so much about Teruko. This is not a hard sell.

It might seem strange that your literal first death, the character with the least screen time, is the second one you create, but when it's a character as intriguing as Xander, it becomes less of a hurdle. The dramatic scene that occurs to bridge the silly times of pre-first death and the oh-shit entirety of post-first death is an important enough moment that I would believe it was conceptualized very early. It's a big tone-setting moment. Xander also seems to be pretty interconnected with Mai, as "Unnamed Student" once asked him to find something for her (it's uh... in that document somewhere). That implies big overarching plot relevance, which potentially implies early creation.

As stated above, Charles is meant to look like the antagonist archetype of DRDT, so it would make sense if he was developed third. Basically, "I have my protagonist and my support character, so who should my antagonist be?" Charles is alive for at least two Class Trials, and his fear of blood and bodies seems like something that would need to be planned around long in advance. He also has a lot of parallels to Teruko, which could be important to her development. Charles third doesn't seem like a stretch.

Ace fourth, however, feels like a bit more of a stretch. I still don't think it's impossible, though. Many people (including myself, more or less) believe that Ace will be a survivor. Being at the sixth Class Trial is reason enough to be important, but if Ace was designed to do something important at that Trial (god knows what), it could make sense if Ace was created early. Ace also has a number of important relationships-- Levi, Nico, and Hu, to name the most prominent. The fact that Ace is at the center of most of those conflicts, being the one inciting the main problem, makes me think it would have been much easier to plan out the daily life if he were in it from very early on.

And then, we're back to Arei. I wouldn't have guessed that our apparent second victim was developed as early as fifth place, but, that's canon, baby! I don't have to explain this one!

The characters being listed in order of creation would have a number of interesting implications on the roles that characters play. For instance, you would probably imagine that the mastermind would be amongst the characters you would develop first, right? If so, that would diminish the likelihood that characters such as Veronika, J, Whit, or Nico were the mastermind (that actually covers a lot of really popular options, damn). Conversely, it could implicate that characters like Ace, Rose, Hu, or Eden are more likely to be the mastermind.

From a writing standpoint, later characters may have also been created for the purpose of solving problems. Going back to Ace, let's say that (as Hu has already been developed 7th at this point), DRDTdev knows that Ace and Hu need to have a big conflict in Chapter 3 that, I don't know, leads to Hu being the blackened and Ace starting to regret his foul mouth or something. To solve that problem, let's create Nico, a character who Hu likes and Ace hates, who does something highly controversial. Hu defends this "Nico", Ace insists they're in the wrong, and the arguing causes Hu to snap. That's 1) a huge oversimplification of the character creation process and 2) wildly speculative about the future of DRDT's plot, but my point is to say that one character can be inspired by the needs of the plot and still be a cool and beloved character that perfectly fits in regardless.

(To be clear, I am of the firm belief that there are no losers/unimportant or underdeveloped characters in DRDT. That's part of what makes it so great!)

(And, when I referred to "loser" characters there, I am referring to my own writing, not anybody else's fangans.)

That's not to say that there aren't any issues with the concept that the characters are in development order, though. The one that most immediately jumped out to me was David being 12th. Like Charles, he also has a lot of parallels with Teruko, and his big reveal could be something that was in the cards from early on, like Xander's death. Honestly, though, I could seem him being a surprisingly late addition. If DRDTdev perhaps realized that Charles wasn't as antagonistic as he initially intended, he may have wanted a new character to become an antagonist in Chapter 2 to replace Charles. Or, once DRDTdev decided that Teruko wouldn't (outwardly) mourn Xander, he may have wanted a character that would to keep the idea of Xander as a good guy in the audience's minds. Maybe that's just me being delusional, though.

Min's 11th place creation is also kinda weird to me. On one hand, she is the Chapter 1 killer, so a character with a short lifetime and limited important character relationships could have been added closer to the end. Then again, if Xander (the victim) and Teruko and Charles (major baits) were created so early, it kinda feels like DRDTdev would have come up with the actual killer earlier too, right? Min also has connections to XF-Ture tech, which, if not that important to DRDT, certainly seems to be important to altDRDT. However, I guess those could have been "problems" too-- "who can I create that would kill Xander to save Teruko?" and "how can I incorporate XF-Ture tech into the story in a natural way?"

The inclusion of Bonus Episodes also adds some spice to the discussion. We don't technically know that the Chapter 2 victim and killer will get their own episodes once the chapter is over, although I think most people are assuming it at this point. Min, for example, could have also been conceptualized based on a need for an early bonus episode to drop some lore about American Hope's Peak. Thus, her talent of "Ultimate Student" could have been designed to lead to a conversation about the school in the future. The same could be true of some later killers and victims as well.

Also, going back to the "actual killer" bit, things may have also been confused if any characters were ever replaced. Maybe there was originally a different character intended to be the Chapter 1 killer. This hypothetical character could have been discarded entirely or moved somewhere else-- like how, in THH, the original Chapter 1 was Hifumi killing Hiro, but after the plans changed Hiro became a survivor, and Hifumi a third victim. It's another way to potentially explain the gap between first victim and first killer.

Anyways, in conclusion, I don't know if I really believe in this theory or not. I just thought it was interesting, and decided to serve it up to y'all as food for thought.

The creation and writing of DRDT is fascinating to me, so I'll have to ask you to bear with me as my theories get less concrete and relevant and more speculative and meta as the hiatus goes on. That's just the manner in which my brain is rotting at the moment. Are my discussions of reasons for character creation peeling back the layers of the Matrix, or am I just donning my tin foil hat and pretending to know more about writing than I do...? I guess only time will tell. Thanks for reading!

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