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Lyrical Smile, Indigo Eyes
Description: After weeks of Marius' attention being diverted elsewhere, held up in business deals and managing the demands of Pax's board, Rowan is looking forward to a relaxing afternoon spent in his company. But after so much time spent apart, Marius has nothing but mischief on his mind.
Pairing: Marius von Hagen x OC (Rowan)
Warnings: Suggestive content (nothing specific but heavily implied)
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The clink of metal against delicate bone china rang crisp and clear as bells through the small café as Rowan tried and failed to focus on her food and her rapidly cooling tea.
“I think the sugar has definitely melted,” Marius teased, catching Rowan’s attention.
Not that it was particularly hard. Not today, anyways. Not when he was dressed in a simple dark button down, so taught across his broad chest she was certain she could see the fabric straining around the buttons. The top button was undone, the collar folded haphazardly, allowing little more than a hint of the skin that lay underneath. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his forearms on display as he crossed them over the table.
Afternoon sunshine was spilling in from the window they sat next to, gilding his dark hair so it seemed to shimmer like a night sky. The silver of his earrings seemed to glow, perfectly complementing the bright amethyst of his eyes. Brighter, now, as he quickly clued into her distraction.
His silver Z tag rattled against the side of the table as he leaned forward, grinning a little too widely as he propped his chin in his hand.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked, his tone warm, teasing, nearly belying the mischief in his eyes.
There were flecks of sunshine yellow and ocean green scattered over his hands still, and she caught sight of a splotch of white nearly hidden beneath his sleeve. She had the urge to reach out and wipe the paint away. Or maybe to unbutton his shirt and shove it away, run her hands down his chest under the guise of checking for anymore paint, any further mess.
“Rowan? Hello?” He was grinning wider now, and too late did Rowanrealize her face was burning, her entire body flushed from imagining undressing him slowly.
She pouted, ducking her head to stare down into the amber liquid in her teacup. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done it before. And it wasn’t like he’d been exactly covert with his own desire. And she didn’t tease him.
Well, not that much. She thought she’d at least earned the right to tease him a little.
“Penny for your thoughts?” He tried again, lifting his own glass and taking a sip, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
She wanted to swear, shifting uncomfortably as his mouth slid into a grin even while he took another long drink from his cup. He quirked a brow, chuckling as he set his glass down.
“Something really seems to be bothering you.”
Rowan wrapped her hands around her cup, taking a long drink from it herself, the tea near scalding as it hit her tongue. She winced, although even the lingering pain of the heat did little to dispel the heat building deep in her belly.
“Nothing much,” she said, setting her cup back in its saucer. “I was just thinking about something I was working on.”
He hummed, taking a bite of the small, round cheesecake before him. “It must be something you’re quite passionate about, your face is all red.”
She froze, her hand hovering above the three tier plates set in the middle of the table. She had been reaching for one of the little finger sandwiches, and she quickly snatched one up and stuffed it in her mouth, shrugging as she chewed. Not that it seemed to deter Marius, who only snorted, brow arching high, nearly vanishing beneath his bangs.
He plucked a small pastry from one of the plates, icing smearing over his fingers as he popped it into his mouth. “It must be something you care about deeply.”
Rowan swallowed, reaching for her cup once more, a slight tremor in her hands as she watched him, utterly transfixed as he slowly licked the icing from his fingers. He drew each finger into his mouth one by one, and Rowan felt her stomach twist, feeling a little like she was on the edge of a cliff, like she was suspended in midair, the moment before realizing she was about to fall.
“What is it?” He asked, his tone the picture of innocence even when his expression was not. “Are you not feeling well? You’re flushed.”
Rowan quickly looked away, glowering through the window at the street just beyond, unable to ignore the sound of his laughter as it danced in the air.
“Or perhaps there’s just something you really want,” he drawled, and Rowan nearly jumped as she felt his hand taking hold of hers, his thumb stroking her wrist.
“I’m alright,” she mumbled, forcing all of her willpower into staring at the peonies blooming in the garden across the street. Thinking about how sweet they would smell, how lovely a shade of pink they were, how she ought to buy herself a small bouquet of peonies for her kitchen. Anything but Marius’ hand, his thumb stroking her in small, quick circles.
“Are you sure?” He asked, and she could nearly hear the pout in his voice. “Because if there’s something you want, you just have to tell me. I’ll give you anything you want.”
She felt a tug on her hand, and had no choice but to look back at him, his smile full of mischief. “Anything. All you have to do is ask.”
She closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing. This was probably just one of those days. She hadn’t gotten a chance to spend time with him in weeks, his workload tripling after a few business deals nearly fell through and the board of directors started kicking up a stink. She would only see him when he crawled into bed, so exhausted he fell asleep before he was finished saying goodnight.
This was the first time they’d been out together in ages, and everything she was feeling was surely only because it had been so long since they’d done anything together aside from fall asleep next to each other.
These feelings would surely go away soon. They were in the middle of a light lunch, and then Marius had wanted to go to his studio for a while, and then they were going to spend the evening building a lego set and catching up on episodes of all the shows they’d missed while he’d been busy.
“Well if you insist,” she said, her heart rate nearly returning to normal as she opened her eyes. “I would really like one of the nice cocktails they have listed on their menu.”
His smile didn’t waver, and he laughed, waving to their waitress and requesting one of the cocktails she had been eying up earlier.
“Just know if there’s anything else you want, you let me know,” he said, leaning over the table once more, teasing her with the scrap of a view of his chest.
She tried to contain the shuddering breath that was caught in her throat, reaching for a flower-shaped cookie even as her mind conjured up the memory of the feeling of his skin beneath her fingertips. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
***
Somehow, through some miracle, lunch passed without incident.
Rowan was quite proud of herself, having tamped down on the desire that had tried igniting in her veins. Marius seemed less pleased, his lips falling into their usual pout when he wasn’t getting the attention he wanted. It had melted away as they’d left the small café, his fingers tangling with hers, contentment passing across his face.
“Do you want to walk to my studio? It’s a beautiful day.” He asked, drawing her down the street, pulling her close as others brushed past them, nearly colliding with Rowan on the narrow sidewalk.
Marius winced, drawing her closer still. “Although that must be everyone else’s thought, too.”
She shrugged, leaning her head against his arm as she squeezed close to avoid a harried looking man in a suit nearly sprinting down the street. “I don’t mind. It’s been a while since we’ve spent much time together.”
His arm slipped around her waist as they turned a corner, the street thankfully a little less crowded. She felt his lips against her brow, his words warm as they brushed against her skin. “You really missed me that much?”
She wrinkled her nose, peeling away from his side. “It’s been weeks since we’ve done anything together, I think I’m allowed to miss you.”
He laughed, drawing her closer once again, making it clear that he’d missed her just as much. Not that she’d be able to get a word in edgewise in that regard. Her face was already burning as her cheek collided with his chest, the smell of his cologne drowning her senses, the sound of his heart beating against her skin.
“You can just tell me if you need me,” he murmured, his voice low, warm and languid as a breeze in the summertime. The hand at her side slid down, his thumb stroking idle circles against her hip.
She felt her face burning, feeling herself growing bewitched once more. It seemed entirely unfair that she would spend so much time trying to push aside the most overwhelming of feelings creeping through her bloodstream, sparks that were using her bones as kindling. And he could undo all that hard work with a cheeky comment and a light embrace.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, leaning down so his lips brushed against her cheek. She could feel his smile against her skin and she flicked her eyes away, focusing instead on the line of trees beside them. “Have I made you speechless?”
Rowan ground her teeth together, hating that he was kind of right. She feared if she opened her mouth she would say something utterly ridiculous that he wouldn’t let her live down for weeks.
“I’ll have to make sure we don’t go this long without going out again,” he mused, his eyes trying to catch hers even as she trained her focus ahead. “I miss the sound of your voice.”
She sniffed, struggling to keep her thoughts steady as his thumb continued to stroke her hip. Oh how it would feel if they were alone and there was nothing between his skin and hers.
But they’d had such a nice, relaxed day planned and she didn’t want to mess it up. She’d been looking forward to it for the past week.
“So what did you want to do at your studio?” She asked, voice strained as she scrabbled against the slippery slope of her thoughts to find a new conversation.
Marius chuckled, nuzzling her cheek before mercifully pulling away. “I’d started a sketch of something I wanted to paint. I was hoping to at least finish the sketch and pick out some of the colours I’d like to use.”
“Can you tell me about it?” She asked, forgetting for a moment that her body was kindling and sparks were still flaring in her blood. She turned her head to look at him, only to find herself practically nose-to-nose with him, his eyes narrowed, his grin devilish.
Rowan felt as though she might self-destruct; as though a wildfire were igniting her chest, burning past the cage of her ribs and through the rest of her body, intent on burning her body entirely.
He grinned wider, and she realized too late that she’d whimpered, his mouth so close to hers she could practically feel it, both his hands on her hips now.
“It’s a surprise,” he said, reaching up to pinch her cheek. “Although I might need your help with it.”
Bemusement welled in her chest at that. It wasn’t exactly enough to extinguish the burning entirely, but enough to clear the smoke from her mind. She pulled away, taking his hand before he could whine or try grabbing her again. “What do you mean? You know I’m not exactly an artist.”
He tipped his head to the side, his smile all innocence now. If she hadn’t known him, she would have thought there really was no ulterior motive. But she caught the glimmer of the amethyst of his eyes turning opalescent, the way they narrowed to near slits. He had something hidden up his tight, form-fitting, rolled up to his elbow sleeves.
She had the feeling that their afternoon was probably not going to go how they had planned it anymore. She only hoped they would still get the chance to have a quiet evening, she’d been looking forward to draping herself in warm blankets and building a Lego set with him.
***
On the surface, Marius’ “secret” was pretty benign. He wanted her to sit and model for him, mentioning that he couldn’t get the proportions quite right for the pose he was trying to sketch out.
Rowan, however, was certain it was utter nonsense. It wasn’t a particularly difficult pose, but he kept getting up to shift her arm up a little, or move her knee a little to the left, then turn her head a little to the right.
She was starting to think he’d done it as an excuse to touch her, even if the touches seemed to be chaste. Because every now and then his hand grazed her inner thigh, or ran along the curve of her breast. His thumb even pressed against her bottom lip as he’d taken her chin and tilted her head back, his eyes growing dark, like dusk settling over the world.
Rowan felt like she was being held together by a rapidly fraying rope, little more than strings keeping her intact now. If he got up and touched her one more time, if his hand slid up just beneath the hem of her dress, if he grinned down at her while messing with her sleeve, well…
She didn’t know what exactly she would do. Perhaps grab his shoulders and drag him down. Wrap her legs around his slim waist and draw him closer. See what happened from there.
But Marius must have finally been satisfied, the scratch of graphite on the canvas filling the quiet studio. She would hear him hum every now and again, his eyes flicking between her and the sketch, the flush that had been slowly staining his face gone, his focus entirely elsewhere.
He was a little like a man possessed, his brow furrowed as he tilted his head from side-to-side, humming to himself, different tunes melting together as though his mind was too preoccupied to hold on to the thread of any one song. He bit down on his bottom lip, worrying it as he paused, eyes searching for something in the lines he had done. The amethyst of his gaze moved to her, and again he looked as though he were searching for something. They glittered, seeming to brighten, as though touched by sunlight.
He said something that she could not quite catch, but then he was bending his head low, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smile.
There was something about it that made Rowan’s heart ache, made it press against the cage of her ribs. She wished she could put a finger to the name of the emotion, to find a way to explain its meaning. She felt warm, like the moments before sleep when the blankets are wrapped around her perfectly, when the pillow is cool and Marius is cuddled beside her. She felt like she had spread the pieces of her heart out on a warm patch of grass beneath afternoon sunshine, when it was most warm and golden.
He looked happy, content. Entirely immersed in his craft, passion and joy seeming to spill from him as he worked. She would have been happy to sit there and watch him work for ages, if only to get to see that simple happiness in his eyes for a while longer.
But then Marius sat back, setting his pencil to the side and stretching. “Alright, I think the sketch is done.” His eyes flicked to her, his grin widening. “Do you want to take a look?”
Rowan very much wanted to get a glimpse at his work. It always felt a little like a special secret he shared with her when he showed her his process, and she felt giddy as she got to her feet, crossing the room to take a peek at his canvas.
“What do you think?” He asked, tilting his head back to peer at her as she stood just behind him, one hand on his shoulder as she leaned forward.
The lines were quite light, in case he needed to make any further alterations, but she could make out the figure of a woman lounging on a bed of grass and flowers, her head tilted up towards the sky.
“This is really good, Marius,” she said, scanning the piece again and again. Already she could see it coming to life. It looked like a meadow, or perhaps a glade in a forest.
She found herself pausing, however, as she took in the clouds he had roughly sketched in what she assumed would be the sky. There were so many they seemed to clutter the top of the canvas and she hummed, leaning forward as she tried to understand it.
“They’re going to be rain clouds,” Marius said, as though reading her thoughts, gesturing to the canvas.
“Rain clouds?” She repeated, furrowing her brow as she looked at them again. “Wouldn’t it make more sense for it to be sunny?”
His smile softened, and he threaded his fingers through hers. “It will make sense when it’s finished, I promise.”
She pouted, leaning her head against his. “You’re not going to tell it to me now?”
A chuckle, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, drawing her face lower until their lips met. It was soft and sweet, and he still tasted of the sweets and pastries they’d had during their lunch.
Marius sighed, stroking the corner of her mouth before pulling away. “It’s a surprise, love. I can’t reveal it just yet.”
She tried pouting more, her bottom lip wobbling the way Marius sometimes did when he was whining, but he only laughed more, kissing her once again. “Good try, but you’ll just have to be patient.”
Huffing, Rowan stepped back, crossing her arms and scowling down at the floor. “Fine, if you don’t want to share.”
Marius was all smiles and sweetness as he stood from his stool, reaching for her. “I didn’t realize you were so enamoured with my work.”
She tried pulling away, rolling her eyes. But Marius held fast to her waist, trying to draw her close again.
“Perhaps you’re my biggest fan,” he laughed, pinching her cheek. “I’ll have to get you some custom Z merch, since you love it so much.”
Rowan frowned, batting his hand away. “I was just curious about it,” she grumbled.
Now Marius was pouting, his eyes suddenly limned in silver, looking as though he were on the cusp of tears. “Do you really not care about it?”
She wanted to plunge her hand into her chest and squeeze her heart before it fractured, turning to splinters and impaling whatever was left of her. She knew she was being manipulated and yet it was so hard to resist, to not reach out and cup his face and apologize and promise that she did in fact care quite a lot about his art, that if he wanted matching Z accessories she would wear them.
She just wanted to make that sorrowful expression vanish, especially when she knew there was always a little truth in it even when he was joking around.
And Marius’ pout did quickly melt away, replaced by a self-satisfied grin that made her want to pinch his cheeks until he whined again. He was practically beaming, covering her hand with his, nuzzling against her palm as he promised to have very tasteful custom accessories made for the both of them.
“Then everyone will know you’re my biggest fan,” he teased, brushing his lips to her palm.
Rowan rolled her eyes, not knowing what else there was to say. She could deny it or argue, but he would surely pout again. Or perhaps he would double down and tease her more, until she felt as though she stood in the middle of a pyre, her entire body burning, her legs so weak they could barely hold her weight any longer.
“Alright,” Marius murmured, relenting at last. “Why don’t you go sit down and rest for a while? I’m going to finish up this sketch and maybe get started on some of the painting.”
She took advantage of the chance to put some distance between the two of them, heat climbing in her face from their proximity, her hand tingling as though she’d had a static shock from where his lips had touched.
What she needed to do was cool off, clear her head. And although Marius liked to tease, he was clearly focused on his work. He wasn’t in the mood for something else, and she didn’t want to distract him when he was so focused on his painting.
So instead she shuffled around looking for one of the books she’d left at his studio, flipping idly through the story she’d already read, listening as he hummed to himself. The clink of paint-brushes against the side of the water glass, the hush of the brushes against the canvas, the click of Marius’ tongue as he compared the painting to the image in his mind, all of it quietly rolling over her like gentle ocean waves.
She readjusted herself in the small window seat Marius had installed for when she was at the studio, full of soft pillows she could sink into. There was even a soft blanket, for the occasional afternoon when she could no longer manage to keep her eyes open.
She could feel herself nodding off even now, the quiet lull of the studio and the near silent sounds of Marius painting quieting her mind. The words on the page before her blurred, the feel of the book in her hands softening, as though it wasn’t even there. The pillows she leaned back against were soft, and her mind imagined them as clouds, hovering above the world, cushioning her against the sharp winds that still whipped through the world.
The sunshine from the window was warm on her face, like golden fingertips caressing her cheeks, drawing her eyelids closed, making it much easier to slip away into sleep. With her last shred of consciousness she remembered to settle her bookmark back into her book, closing it so it didn’t fall and lose her place as she dozed.
Her sleep was mostly dreamless, little more than ocean waves foaming against sand. But she smelled paint, not salt air, and there was echoing laughter instead of the cry of gulls. Marius was beside her, but he was also a few feet away, painting the sunset. Rose petal pink and watery gold and burning autumn orange were splattered across his face and his arms. The hem of his shirt was stained in forest green, and there were splotches of white crusted in his hair, stark against the near-indigo of his hair.
He was speaking to someone, but she couldn’t make out who. All she could see was the smile on his face and the paint covering him and his clothes. She couldn’t hear his words either, only the tone. The lilting melody of his words. Ocean surf foamed up around her ankles before slowly drawing away from the coast, leaving oranges and reds and pinks in its wake.
There was something warm against her cheek, her arm, her hands, although she saw nothing. The sound of the surf seemed to be melting away, and she could almost hear what Marius was saying.
The warmth on her face grew hotter, like she was standing beneath the sun, even as everything around her grew murky. Everything except the sun, which seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment even as the image in her mind grew darker, until there was nothing but silent, rolling waves.
And then she woke up, suddenly snapping back into reality, the dream slipping away like ocean surf creeping back at low tide. The heat on her face was indeed the sun, and she could feel the glass of the window pressed up against her cheek.
But it was the warmth on her hand that coaxed her to open her eyes, to find Marius’ hand entwined with hers, his thumb absently stroking her knuckles.
“Hey,” he murmured, eyes brightening when he saw her eyes open. “Welcome back, sleepy head.”
Rowan wrinkled her nose, scowling as she shifted, her neck aching from how she had fallen asleep.
His free hand came up to cup her cheek, his smile still soft. “Did you have nice dreams?”
She squinted, her mind slow as she struggled to decide what to say to him. Telling him she dreamed of him was out of the question, she’d never live it down. Saying yes she had nice dreams would only prompt the question of-
“Did you dream of me?”
Rowan scowled even as Marius beamed, his eyes alight with mischief.
His hand slid down her jaw and he grasped her chin, pressing his thumb against her bottom lip. “You seemed to be having such a nice dream.”
She didn’t think it was possible to scowl any harder, and instead she gently shoved his hand away so she could speak. “Then why did you wake me?”
“I was lonely,” he sulked, perching on the edge of her seat.
“I thought you were painting.”
At that, Marius beamed. “I’ve finished for now, and I wanted to spend the day with you.”
She would have felt warm, like sunshine was in her veins, had Marius not immediately started plucking at the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning it so slowly she wondered whether she was still in her dream.
“Marius?” She asked, her voice cracking as more of his shirt came undone, as the sliver of his chest visible from his collar grew. And yet still it teased her, little more than a shred of his chest and torso on display. “What are you doing?”
He paused, his fingers hovering over the last button. “Oh, I got paint all over myself. I was going to change into a spare shirt I have.”
He was indeed covered in paint, and yet she’d seen him covered in much more, deep mahogany and fiery crimson and near-pearlescent silver, and not bother to change.
The knots of her confusion were quickly undone as she caught his smile, the flash of his teeth as he grinned a little too broadly. The darkening of his eyes, no longer reminding her of her glittering birthstone but rather a wine-dark sea. Or perhaps the sky moments before night finally descended, caught between lavender and indigo.
Her lips parted with the intent to stammer out a lone ‘oh’ and yet she found her voice caught, unable to make even such a small sound.
Marius’ brow arched, his hands falling away as he leaned back. Sunshine gilded his hair, lit up his face, but his eyes and smile remained dark, teasing. She felt like she was sitting next to something inhuman, something capable of twisting her desires as easily as thread.
She was, of course, being overly dramatic. Marius knew he was pretty and knew that she knew it, too. But still she felt a little like she was being toyed with. From earlier in the day when they’d been eating and he’d made sure his voice was low and sensual, when he leaned forward to ensure she got a view of his chest. When he had teased her, being purposefully vague when he said he needed her help. When his touches had bordered on indecent. And now, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, the fabric falling away in a quiet susurrus as the expanse of his chest, of his stomach, were all unveiled.
Rowan felt a little as though she were going mad. She’d been missing him for weeks and now it was all beginning to be far too much. She felt like a pot that had boiled over, her sanity turning to steam from the fire let beneath her.
“What’s wrong?” Marius asked, not bothering to sound innocent now. His cheeks were slightly flushed, but his eyes were dark, his voice low and warm, dragging down her senses like fingertips ghosting across her skin.
She considered kicking him. It would certainly break the spell he had cast, send him careening to the side.
But she hadn’t seen him in what had felt like ages, and she missed his face and his laugh, missed her fingers in his hair, missed his hands in hers. She even missed his mischief, even as he wielded it against her now.
The ache in her chest borne from missing him, although it had realistically not truly been that long, and she had in fact still seen him each night even if it was only as they fell asleep, was far too great to kick him. Rowan found herself shifting to her knees instead, barely any room for her to move on the window-seat with Marius occupying the other side.
His arms reached out for her even before she was settled, gathering her into his lap. It was a bit awkward, the seat not quite big enough for the two of them. Her legs bracketed his waist, the stiff fabric of his jeans chafing against her thighs as the skirt of her dress fell quite prettily over her lap.
“Does this help?” He asked, looking far too smug. He ran his hands up and down her sides, fingers splaying over her hips.
Heaving a sigh, Rowan conceded. “It helps a little.”
She felt his fingers creeping up her back, searching for the knotted ribbon that kept the bodice of her dress in place. “Is that so? What else can I do?”
The ribbon grew taut as his fingers plucked at it, and Rowan let out a breathless laugh, her own hands falling to that final button on his shirt. “Can I start by getting this out of the way?”
“By all means.”
Biting on her bottom lip to stifle any more nervous laughter, Rowan made quick work of the final button, preparing to shove his shirt from his shoulders.
But she’d only just taken hold of the collar and begun sliding the sleeves back from his shoulders, his lips grazing her throat, when his phone rang.
“Please ignore it,” she said, unable to keep the whine from her voice. Not bothering to keep the whine from her voice. Marius had been teasing her all day, and now he was finally touching her and all hopes for the evening were washing away. She didn’t want him to stop, least of all for a phone call.
Especially not for a phone call. His time had been utterly monopolized by work for weeks. Today was supposed to be just the two of them.
But the phone continued to ring, long past when it usually went to voicemail, which meant that whoever was calling was desperate to speak with him.
“I’m sorry, love,” he murmured, pulling away as he reached for his phone.
Rowan shivered, as though the air had turned freezing in his absence. Gooseflesh raced across her shoulders and down her arms, lacking his warmth.
He kept one hand at her waist, the other fishing his phone from his pocket to answer. Rowan pouted, trying to use his usual tactic against him.
“Marius,” she whispered, tugging on the sides of his shirt.
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her brow. “Just give me a moment, love.”
She heaved a sigh, trying to sound as melodramatic and disappointed as possible. She drew one finger down his chest, circling it around his navel, earning a huff of laughter before he batted her hand away.
Not that she let it stop her, watching as his cheeks caught fire as she pushed his shirt back, pressing her lips to his chest, trailing kisses beneath his collarbone as his breath caught.
He kept clearing his throat, and Rowan grinned as she lowered her head, swirling her tongue over his nipple. Marius stiffened, his breath growing ragged, the hand at her hip tightening its hold.
“You’ll have to excuse me, I’ll need to call you back.”
Rowan paused her teasing ministrations, proud of the little red marks she had left across his chest. She flicked her eyes up to his, meeting his deep indigo gaze.
“That wasn’t very nice,” he murmured, pressing his index and middle finger beneath her chin and tilting her head up.
Rowan shivered, her toes curling. He was smiling, but his voice was low, reaching night-dark fingers through her veins. Warmth spread in her core, and she had the urge to squeeze her legs together, although she could do no such thing, still straddling his waist.
“I haven’t gotten to spend any time with you in a while,” she grumbled, flicking her eyes away. “It doesn’t feel fair that you’d do any work today.”
He clicked his tongue, although his expression softened. “It will only be a quick call. I’m still planning on spending the day with you.”
Rowan stuck out her bottom lip, refusing to make eye contact, even as he grasped her chin, turning her head from side-to-side as he tried catching her gaze.
“You missed me that much?” He asked, chuckling. The hand at her hip slid down, reaching for the hem of her dress and slipping beneath it. “That you won’t even let me take a phone call?”
She was glowering now, even as his hand grazed her inner thigh, reaching higher. “I wouldn’t say that much.”
He tsked, pouting as the pad of his fingers slowly stroked over the fabric of her panties. “Please don’t lie to me, miss. I can tell you missed me.”
The heat in her cheeks alone was near overwhelming, let alone the fire crawling over the rest of her body and knotting in her core.
“Maybe a little,” she grumbled, staring at a crease on the shoulder of his shirt.
“Maybe more than a little.”
She could not think of a clever rejoinder to counter his accusations, not when he was watching her with mirth in his eyes, not when his fingers continued to move, igniting a terrible, desperate ache that she could barely ignore.
“Rowan?”
A lazy, impish smile stretched across his lips as she continued to struggle to find a response. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her throat, a phantom of a kiss. He drew his hand back and she whimpered, wishing he would touch her more, kiss her more.
Hadn’t he teased her enough?
Emboldened, Marius nuzzled his face against her throat before trailing kisses down to her collarbone, each one deeper than the last, until it was his teeth scraping against her skin.
She wanted to tangle her fingers in his hair, wanted to draw his lips up to hers. But before she could so much as skim her fingertips across the ends of his hair he was pulling away, cheeks flushed and eyes dark despite the smirk on his lips.
“Sounds like you did miss me,” he teased, running his thumb over her bottom lip.
She wished he would just kiss her. She wished she could shove that stupid shirt off his body and drag his pants down, and she wished he would pick her up and press her against the wall and the desk and the little couch on the other side of the room until he was satisfied.
But instead he was still teasing her, pinching her cheek as she scowled.
“Do you want me to keep going?” He laughed at her glare, releasing her cheek.
Rowan nodded, hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt.
“You’ll have to speak up, love,” he continued, all innocence from his expression gone. “How am I supposed to know what you want?”
She was struggling to keep her eyes focused on him, her pulse beating so furiously she thought she might implode. The heat in her skin had seeped past her veins, reaching into the marrow of her bones. She shifted, trying to move backwards, away from his gaze, but he was reaching around her waist, holding her close.
She couldn’t help from looking away, knowing the smile on his lips was wide. “I want you to keep going.”
A laugh, an all too chaste kiss against her cheek where he had pinched her. “Alright. But you’ll have to be good.”
Rowan blinked, finally meeting his eyes again. “What?”
He kissed her brow, the tip of her nose, trailed his lips down her jaw. “I have to call them back since someone interrupted my call.”
“But I-”
Marius was laughing, giving a small shake of his head. “You have to be good, so I can finish this call, and then…” He trailed off, cheeks flushing as his eyes dipped to her lips. “Then we can continue.”
Rowan pouted, but she didn’t put up a fight as he settled her back against the pillows.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, tracing her jaw and the column of her throat, sending shivers skittering down her spine.
“You’ll be back soon?” She asked, reaching up to trace her fingers over the red marks she had left on his chest.
“As soon as I can,” he said, taking her hand and drawing it to his lips. “In the meantime though, there is something you can do.”
She blinked, trying to keep her breathing steady even as he kissed the back of her hand, gently bit on the soft flesh just below her thumb. “I thought being good was what you wanted me to do.”
“This is part of that,” he murmured. “I want you to go back and pose for me again, I had an idea for another painting.”
For a moment, Rowan was bemused. The desire and longing faded from her mind and her body as she tried to puzzle through what he meant.
Was he being serious? Had he truly had a new idea for a painting that couldn’t wait? Was he trying to get revenge on her, by making her sit with the needy ache in her core for the rest of the day?
But Marius wasn’t done talking, his smile turning sly. “And when I come back I want all your clothes to be gone.”
That needy ache only grew, but still she wasn’t entirely sure what he was scheming. Was this just to get even more revenge? Was he expecting her to pose completely bare, desperate for just the slightest of touches from him, while he remained out of reach?
Rowan huffed, all earlier hopes for the day dashed. She didn’t want him to go and make this call and take revenge on her. She wanted his skin on hers, wanted to feel the heat of his lips, wanted him so deep inside of her that it would hurt to walk afterwards.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he pouted, taking her chin and tipped her head back. “You promised me you’d be good.”
She slid her eyes to the side, focusing on a scratch in the paint and not on how pretty his eyes were, how much her core ached. “Well technically I never promised.”
He whined, his grip on her chin tightening. “Rowan.”
She bristled at how low his voice was, how it scraped across her senses, how it made her shiver.
“Alright,” she conceded. “I promise.”
“Promise what?” He sang, and she caught his smile from the corner of her eye.
“I promise to be good,” she grumbled, face flaming.
But he didn’t release her just yet, humming as she continued to stare as hard as she could at the wall. “Look at me when you say it. So I know you’re telling the truth.”
“I wouldn’t lie,” she squeaked, the flush spreading across her body.
“I know,” he breathed. “So it shouldn’t be a problem to look at me and say it again.”
Rowan knew that Marius would drag this out as long as he wanted. He was teasing her now, taking full advantage of how needy he’d made her. If she wanted any reprieve she would have to cave to him and hope it would be enough to feel the brush of his lips.
Steeling herself, she dragged her eyes from the wall to meet Marius’. She nearly gasped from how dark they were, practically black, like midnight in a storm. His smile was no longer just mischief alone, a devilish sort of delight creeping in.
“Well?” He asked, laughter in his voice. “I’m waiting.”
She twisted her hands into the fabric of her skirt, gripping it so tight her knuckles turned white. “I promise I’ll be good.”
He arched his brow. “Try again.”
Rowan sighed. He was going to be the death of her. “I promise to be your good girl.”
“And?”
“And I’ll sit and pose and wait for you until you get back.”
“You’re missing something,” he teased.
Rowan sighed. “I’ll sit naked and pose and wait for you to come back.”
He beamed, pressing a kiss to her cheek before releasing her from his grip. “Perfect.”
“What kind of painting is this going to be?” She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her, not yet clouded out by need.
He smirked as he pinched her cheek. “It’s a surprise, but I think you’ll like the process.”
She was utterly baffled as she watched him walk away, but she had promised. And she would find out what he meant soon enough anyways.
So much for lego and movies, she thought to herself, beginning to undo the tie of her dress, the bodice falling away from her torso, puddling around her waist as she began wiggling the rest of the way out.
She’d only just managed to take it off, carefully folding it and setting it to the side when Marius burst back into the room, shrugging off his shirt.
“I changed my mind,” he announced, looking just as desperate and needy as she felt. “I can’t wait any longer.”
She didn’t have a chance to respond as he grabbed her waist and pressed her against the nearest wall, his lips finding her throat, drawing her skin between his teeth as he ground his hips against hers.
Rowan gasped, her fingers twisting in his hair, her legs already shaking. There wasn’t much between them now, only her bra and underwear and his jeans. She could feel the bulge in his pants and whimpered, closing her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait,” he murmured, pausing his kisses as his hands slid up her back to undo the clasp of her bra. “It’s been too long. I missed you. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I’m right here,” she teased, brushing his bangs back from his brow. “I haven’t gone anywhere.”
Her bra fell away and now he was the one who was whimpering, his arms shaking even as they bracketed her sides. He lowered his head, his breath making her shiver. “I can’t stop thinking about you like this. I can’t stop thinking about your lips and your breasts and…” He trailed off, sighing as he drew her nipple between his teeth, one of his hands moving to squeeze her other breast, earning a strangled cry from her lips.
“It’s too much,” he said, peering up at her with desperation in his eyes. He looked like a supplicant beseeching his goddess, begging for mercy.
She couldn’t find the words to speak, her fingers still tangled in his hair, her chest heaving, her mind swimming.
She leaned back a little, lifting her hips so they ground against his harder, desperate for more. Knowing now that he was desperate too. She let the quiet whimper in her throat free as she felt the bulge of his erection, imagining it free.
“Don’t stop,” she said, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Please. I’ve missed you too. I need you, Marius.”
He straightened, pressing his brow against hers, his thumb flicking across her breast. “I’ll do anything.”
“Then take your pants off,” she said, breathless. “Take your pants off and do whatever you want to me.”
His eyes widened, but his hands fell away quicker than lightning could strike, nearly stumbling in his haste to undo his zipper and yank his jeans off.
Laughter bubbled from Rowan’s lips, but it was quickly silenced as his mouth found hers, hungrier than before. He kissed her like he was a man starved, like she was the only thing that could keep him alive.
“You’re sure?” He asked against her lips, gripping her thigh as she wrapped her leg around his slender waist.
“I would never lie to you,” she answered, circling her arms around his neck.
He pressed his face against her throat, sighing. “I love you, Rowan. I love you.”
She threaded her fingers in his hair, trembling as she waited for him to move. “I love you. With all of my heart I love you.”
“I’m taking tomorrow off too,” he said, catching her off-guard. “And the day after that. I can’t be away from you any longer.”
Rowan smiled, closing her eyes. Perhaps tomorrow could be for movies and legos and cuddling together. Or the day after. Or perhaps she would be able to convince him to take a fourth day off, or an entire week. She didn’t want to be away from him, didn’t want anything but his skin against hers, his hot kisses pressed to her lips, his teeth dragging over her throat.
But she would think about that tomorrow. Today would be burning kisses and sharp teeth and happy sighs and the sweetest of whimpers from his lips. Today he would have his way until her body trembled and she could no longer stand. And then when he was done he would lie her on a nest of pillows and blankets and press kisses to every curve of her body, drag his lips and his teeth over where she ached the most until she could hardly think. And then he would do it all over again, her name a breathless prayer on his lips as their hips met, as he sank inside of her.
And then? She didn’t know what would follow. But as long as it was with him, with his amethyst eyes and his teasing smile, she would be happy.
#marius von hagen#lu jinghe#tot marius#tears of themis#tears of themis marius#marius von hagen x rosa#marius x rosa#marius von hagen x oc#tot lu jinghe#wonderstruck#dunno if anyone has noticed but he gives me big taylor swift vibes
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i NEED the tot boys to be more pathetic
#tears of themis#addy rambles#marius getting into a fight with grape the cat and falling on his ass in the bathroom bc he has a petty grudge with it?#exactly what i want#i need more of that#i dont want them to be shredded sex gods give me pure sopping wet and sad and cringe vibes
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So I woke up to a rather delightful sight today morning and I would like you all to experience the sight with me as well.
...... Yeah... I spot you all. Hoyo was for some reason (Bless that reason) Very nice to give us this early Christmas present. The new CN MR event Sweetheart's gift conveys what it wants to with its title and cards. They ARE the gifts.
Luke looks so innocent like a puppy, he just wants to be a good boy. Artem looks damn good and hot with his disheveled state, kind of confused but excited for what's about to happen and is happening. On the other hand, our Dr. Richter looks so calm and composed, looking at us with the all knowing going in his eyes beckoning us to come forward and do whatever we want with him. And Marius... Oh God... Marius von Hagen. The things he does to me... The disheveled state, the mischievous look in his eyes and the god damn smug in his lips.
Uhm, my emotions went a bit rampant there but other than the gifts, I also love the decorations and aesthetic here. The Christmas vibe can totally be felt from the cards. Not to mention the cute, small things we have in the cards like Santa hat hair clip on Luke or the ring on Vyn'd finger which has a V on it or Marius' Christmas themed earrings. I love it all and it's very difficult to choose which one ml I should go for.
Nonetheless all those playing CN server, I wish you all luck! Happy Holidays guys!
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ARTEM CAME HOME IN 84 PITY. I LOVE YOU 😭🫶🏻❤️ I had like 3k schips and 4 free tears to pull for him and he came home! He knew I lost to Marius in his December card so I *KNOW* he made me win this.
I luv you 🥺✨🫶🏻❤️
P.s. Artem and Rosa here looks like Fung Lan and Inspector Mak from “Last Madame”. Rosa in a Cheongsam and the like Japanese War time aesthetic of the 1930s-40s of Artem screams The Last Madame. I swear.
p.s.s. I just finished reading the card and I’m WRECKED. I realized though aesthetic wise it’s giving Last Madame vibes, plot wise it’s quite similar/same vibes as the Kdrama Chicago Typewriter. Anyway, it’s both good shows! Though Last Madame is rated 18+ :) View at your discretion.
#last madame#tears of themis#artem wing x rosa#artem wing#tot#tot rosa#tot artem#I AM NOT DAIJOUBU#Chicago Typewriter#kdrama
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WAIT I WAS SPAMMING MARIUS TO INTERACT WITH HIM IN VISIT FOR FUN AND HE SAID “my brother used to buy me clothes. he had a better sense of fashion than me” (or something v similar to this, I got the intimacy level up screen half way through) and I’m like AGH the angst, he even took marius on shopping trips 😭 😭 😭 maybe marius buys clothes based on what giann would pick 😭
WAHHHH yes thats one of my favorite lines from his regular interactions!!! i love how it gives a glimpse of marius and giann's relationship, even if it's a very mundane detail. theres two things i wanna say about this though
1 ) while the line seems to be nostalgic in a way, i also like the implication/thematic tie in that marius growing out of his brother's shadow (even if the circumstances that Led to this happening are less than ideal)
like, theres several stories that show that other people saw marius as lesser or as somebody simply in his brother's shadow and not a person himself. but among marius' key story themes methinks is individuality and carving out his own identity for himself and expressing that identity while bound to a world that is so strict about how he "must" present himself
(sidenote: this is an incredibly queercoded theme to me and i mean that genuinely! the radical decision to be himself against all the "norms" of what the society surrounding him wants him to be!)
(sidenote 2: marius actually shares this theme with vyn a LOT. royal expectations and high class expectations. except that vyn made the radical decision to leave, which is in itself still a valid and worthwhile expression of his individuality. also vyn chose a new name for himself that is so lgbt of him)
so yeah, while giann was the one taking care of marius' clothes (and thus, in a way, marius' image) (though this doesnt strike me as a bad thing, more just in an overbearing protective caring older brother sense) (i hc giann has a lot of guilt in failing marius during their childhoods so he overcompensated in a lot of ways and maybe one of the ways was HEY MARIUS LET'S GO SHOPPING)—SORRY IM GETTING OFF TOPIC. anyway while giann was the one buying clothes in the beginning, that obviously is no longer the case now. so much like the other spheres of marius' life, he needs to employ his individuality in this smaller mundane way as well.
so while i think marius does, every once in a while, buy some clothes because it was what giann would pick, i think he does this out of nostalgia and out of how much he misses giann. not because the image giann had helped him make is one he necessarily fully and only ascribes to. i think marius by and large chooses his own clothes based on his own tastes and identity that he has now made for himself
and i think hes done a pretty good job! marius' outfits are AWESOME. quick shoutouts to my favorite outfits of his:
(sidenote 3: i know that last one, the pink denim jacket one, had POLARIZED audiences but sue me i personally love it jHVKJHSDF i think it is so fun and so campy and pink suits him well)
ANYHOO the second thing i wanna bring up is
2 ) IM SO CURIOUS AS TO WHAT GIANN'S FASHION SENSE IS
i know many many of us have seen giann's sprite already from the cn server bday 3 card of marius, but that sprite showed him in a very formal outfit. i wanna know what his casual day to day fashion sense is like. is it soft cardigans core? something more streetwear? dark academia? JVSKFJHDVFS
i personally think his fashion sense would be in a perpetual state of smart casual. i have no basis for this, this is just me going off of vibes.
thanks for the ask!!
#tears of themis#marius von hagen#tot marius#lu jinghe#asks#anon#i should write an analysis on all the queercoded themes i see in each nxx boy....beCAUSE THEY ALL HAVE AT LEAST ONE
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Seeing what my sister knows about the Mechanisms - Spoilers: Not enough
I love my sister, I do. She lets me rant to her about the Mechanisms 24/7. But the real question is whether or not she pays attention to what I say. I decided to quiz her and see how much she retains from our conversations <3
DTTM Spoilers/Talk
Starting off with everyone's favorite Captain First Mate!
Name: Jonny d'Ville | Mechanism: Blood | Role: Master at Arms
"He's cool I guess"
Not really surprised by her response to him, nor am I shocked she got his Mechanism wrong since when I first asked her to do this, she was like "I only know three of them. Jonny d'Ville, Nastya Rasputina, and Jonny Sims" and I had to remind her that two of those were the same person. Speaking of Nastya Rasputina!
Name: Nastya Rasputina | Mechanism: Lungs | Role: Pilot
"My favorite" Proceeded to give a thumbs up.
As I taught her, Nastya is best girl and deserves the whole world. I am rather shocked she got her Mechanism wrong as I once word vomited to her about mercury poisoning when I was plotting for a Nastya-centric fic, but its okay. Next up is Ashes!
Name: Ashes O'Reilly | Mechanism: Eyes | Role: Quartermaster
"They're cool, I like them"
Used the wrong pronouns but immediately realized and corrected herself before I had to so that's a win that she paid attention there. (We stan an ally <3) I talk about Ashes so much so I'm surprised that she got their Mechanism wrong but its okay, I still love her. Now to an Archivist who actually knows how to do her job (this is S1 Jon Sims slander, I am not sorry, he did not know what he was doing)
Name: Ivy Alexandria | Mechanism: Brain | Role: ????
"I don't really know...Ivy I guess is cool."
I don't talk about Ivy as much as I should, which I really should change because Ivy is amazing. When asked about why she was '????' she just went "I don't know...she has those vibes." which is 100% understandable. Time for the drumbot himself!
Name: Drumbot Brian | Mechanism: All but Heart | Role: Engineer
"Cool."
How does she not have more to say about him? He's been the focus of my rants since I got home from Uni on Sunday and all she has to say is 'cool'. Engineer is at least the closest she could get to Pilot, but I'm still a bit disappointed she didn't get all the answers right. On to her...absolute favorite, TS.
Name: Toy Soldier | Mechanism: All but Voice | Role: Archivist
"The Toy Soldier is the best character and there's no doubt about that."
Her answer came so quickly after I asked her how she felt about TS, I honestly can't say I'm surprised though. She thinks it's a silly little creature. Now to the man that I'm like 100% sure she has a love/hate relationship with, Tim.
Name: Gunpowder Tim | Mechanism: Heart | Role: First Mate
"Cool."
Once again, really confused about how she doesn't have more to say about him. He's literally carrying a huge gun so like, a tad confused on my she didn't think he was Master at Arms, but its alright. Funnily enough, she got the next two completely right, starting with Marius.
Name: Marius von Raum | Mechanism: Arm | Role: Doctor
"His arm is cool."
Applause for her getting everything correct. I force her to listen to The Wassailant in the car. There is no surprise she got his stuff right because I talk about Kofi, and by default Marius, so often. And finally, last but not least, Raphaella <3
Name: Raphaella la Cognizi | Mechanism: Wings | Role: Science Officer
"Just take off the wings and she'd be cooler. Just saying."
The disappointment when she said that was at its peak. I cannot believe that she would say that about the Raphaella la Cognizi and I will be making sure she changes her ways.
I'm not too surprised with Nastya and TS being her favorites, seeing as I talked about them most when I first got into Mechs, but the Raph slander was absolutely uncalled for </3
I also asked her some lore questions.
Q: What is the ship’s name? | A: Aurora
Q: Who is dating the starship, The Aurora? | A: Jonny
Q: Which Mechanism Mechanized themself? | A: Nastya
Q: Who was the first Mechanism? | A: Jonny
Q: Who were the last two Mechanisms to join the crew? | A: Marius and Ivy
Q: Who was the first Mechanism to die/leave the crew? | A: Tim
Q: Who was the last Mechanism to die, timeline-wise? | A: Jonny
Q: Which Mechanism died by death by Octokittens? | A: Brian
Q: Which Mechanism has a morality switch? | A: Brian
Q: Who had a ‘best friend’ named Bertie? | A: Jonny
Q: Which one is an arsonist? | A: Raphaella
Q: Which one blew up the moon? | A: Tim
Q: Which one is a cannibal? | A: Marius
All in all, somewhat disappointed in my ability to get this cemented into her brain </3
Glad she at least was able to match names to faces so I'm at least showing her enough photos of them, but I will definitely start talking to her about Mechs lore more because she needs to know and understand it all.
I will still say that a success is convincing her and my mom to do matching Life360 photos with the most iconic sibling duo and their mother <3
#the mechanisms#the mechs#jonny dville#nastya rasputina#ashes o'reilly#ivy alexandria#drumbot brian#the toy soldier#gunpowder tim#marius von raum#raphaella la cognizi
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WAKE UP NEW MARIUS CARD JUST DROPPED PLS I NEED TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS IM GOING CRAZY
HI OMGDFGK I WAS IN A MEETING WHEN THE PV DROPPED FHHFAKFF FUCK
MANY THOUGHTS AND THEY'RE ALL FILTHY. man be looking fine and sexy as fuck in that first pic. reminding us that he RICH RICH. the way he looks so matured too like he's absolutely giving rich DILF vibes. we'd be fucking in every corner of that limo on every surface until all the windows are fogged up and the whole car shakes
AND HE LOOKS ANGRY TOO i'm guessing it has something to do with them finally going public with their relationship(?). but fuck. angry marius can take me in every way possible. he can destroy me and i'd thank him
and also the second pic omfg the kabedon against the telephone booth and in the rain so you know they wet but i know for sure my girl is DRENCHED MMMMM. the SIZE DIFFERENCE TOO. she's so smol with his suit around her and the way he's so fucking tall towering over her like that. TIL' THE PHONE BOOTH BREAKS
when she tiptoes to kiss him brokdfhgjhdg i'm screaming. the thing about marirosa is the sexual tension on top of it being soft too i'm going insane i'll scream about it more when i'm off work WE'RE SO FED
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VC Characters as breeds of dog:
Louis:
Louis is most definitely a Standard Poodle as, like a Poodle, he is highly intelligent. Poodles also rank 2nd out of 130 breeds in 'working and obedience intelligence', and require a lot of intellectual activities, which reminds me quite a bit of Louis. They can be shy and/or sharp which is considered a fault in Poodles. Lastly, like Poodles, Louis isn't particularly aggressive or territorial and is very protective of his families and gets on well with children. Also, Poodles kinda give me pretentious, snooty vibes and are pretty, like Louis.
Lestat:
Lestat is a simple Golden Retriever. They're both friendly, love people and people love them, energetic and confident. They both give off dumb-ass energy and not a single thought passes through that head. Not a braincell in sight. They're here for the vibes and the vibes only. Lestat and Golden Retrievers are both generally very sociable, fun loving, happy go lucky dudes.
Claudia:
Claudia is obviously (to me) a Chihuahua. Need I say more. Small but fiesty. Cute but scary. Lots of aggression in such a small body. I wouldn't want to fuck with either of these small devils.
Amadeo/Armand:
Armand is an English Springer Spaniel as, quite simply, they have a similar appearance. Amadeo specifically is very reminiscent of Springers to me, because they're both friendly, quick to learn/obey as well as being eager to please. Like Springers, Armand is attentive and alert, making him good at hunting. They tend to stick to one person after choosing them as their 'favourite'. Springers and Armand shouldn't be left to their own devices for too long, otherwise they can become mischievous and destructive out of boredom.
Marius:
Marius is an Afghan Hound as they can both be aloof, and dignified, however are 'profoundly loyal'. Afghan Hounds are also one of the oldest dog breeds, and Marius being a 2,000 year old vampire just works in that regard. They both have a similar look too.
Daniel:
Daniel is an Austrialian Shepherd. They are loyal, adaptive and playfull. They are also both hardworking and get on with whatever task they have.
Pandora:
Pandora is a Sheltie due to their loyalty, affection and have a tendency to be reserved at times and can be gentle.
Nicolas:
Nicki is a Doberman because they're intelligent, confident and needs someone with high commitment to take care of them. They are known to be aggressive, especially when threatened/in danger.
Gabrielle:
Gabrielle is an Anatolian Shepherd. They are independent, bold and confident. Both Anatolians and Gabrielle have a tendency to roam alone and aren't overly affectionate or playful.
Khayman:
Khayman is a Labrador. Both Khayman and labradors are friendly, even tempered, kind, trusting and gentle. Honestly they're just here for good vibes and making friends.
#these are just my opinions#i think the breeds fit the characters quite well and vice - versa#even if they're not perfect I think for the most part they're pretty accurate#i have no idea what inspired me to do this but here we are#vc charcters as dogs as you do#louis de pointe du lac#lestat de lioncourt#claudia#armand#marius de romanus#daniel molloy#pandora#nicolas de lenfent#gabrielle de lioncourt#khayman#vampire chronicles#tvc#my vampire chronicles
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ooooh let's hear about à revenir pls <33
let's! this one is the closest thing to canon era i've got going at the moment -- it's post-canon, canon-compliant, marius pov in which it's been exactly one year since the barricades fell and as he's wandering, unable to sleep, he encounters courfeyrac -- one year dead, looking... wrong. but he seems real enough.
ambiguity is important to me in this one and i’m trying to nail down exactly how i want to do it but! i’m enjoying the process!
it will probably be short but still take me months to finish due to how i am but here's a little snippet! i imagine it will have to be reworked by the time i get around to posting but i hope it gives you some idea of what i've got going so far anyway! (please ignore the background colour i like to match my wip docs to the vibes of the fic lmao)
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This evening I'm catching up with Les Mis Letters so here are some language notes from the last few chapters:
LM 5.5.6 - The Two Old Men Who Do Everything...
1. A fun pun! Marius says: “The men of the revolution are so great, ... and each one of them seems to me an antique memory.” In French the last part of this line is: “... et chacun d’eux semble une mémoire antique.” M. Gillenormand then responds with “Moire antique!” meaning antique moire - a rippled or wavy fabric - and the next day he buys a dress of this fabric for Cosette. If you haven't spotted the joke yet, "antique memory" in French is "mémoire antique" so M. Gillenormand either only heard or only chose to hear the very last part of what Marius was saying and interpreted it as Marius talking about the fabric.
2. In one of M. Gillenormand's long speeches he says “... I am always harping on your people, but do look favorably on my dealing a bit of a slap to the bourgeoisie. I belong to it.” The last sentence is exactly the same wording in French that Grantaire uses in his line "Vive la République! J'en suis." translated in Hapgood as "Long live the Republic! I'm one of them." It's such a common phrase that I don't expect much was meant by it but I found it to be an interesting parallel.
3. “[Aunt Gillenormand] went regularly to service, told her beads, read her euchology, mumbled Aves in one corner of the house, while I love you was being whispered in the other,” This is just kind of interesting- the "I love you" in this sentence is written in English in the original text. I'm not sure why.
LM 5.6.1 - The 16th of February 1833
1. There's a missing sentence in Hapgood's translation after: “Collé, Panard and Piron flow from it, enriched with slang.” The sentence after it is: “On crache de là-haut sur le peuple le catéchisme poissard.” which I would translate as "One spits vulgar catechismes (summary of a religious doctrine) on the people from up there."
2. Very shortly after the previous sentences, there's the line “Uproar reigns in front, tumult behind.” I feel like Hapgood didn't really capture the vibes of the language correctly here because the words used for "uproar" and "tumult" are "Brouhaha" and "Tohubohu" respectively. Brouhaha can be kept as-is in English, and apparently Tohubohu can be translated as hurly-burly although I've not really heard that expression before, but both give a more accurate sense of the onomatopoeic nature of the words being used.
3. I can't comment on all of it right now but there's SO much fun argot being used in the conversation between Thénardier and Azelma- my version of the French text has a ton of its rare footnotes to explain all the slang.
One tiny thing that's bothering me about the Hapgood translation is Thénardier ends with “That don’t matter. You must try. You understand me, Azelma.” but the French ends with “Entends-tu, Azelma ?” so it really should be "Do you understand, Azelma? / Do you hear me, Azelma?"
These chapters are a bit longer as we approach the end here! I think I'll have to save the next one for tomorrow, but now I'm only one behind.
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I just found out that Lestat tongue kissed his mother, Gabrielle. I really like reading about complicated parent child dynamics, and I really want to read the Vampire Lestat to learn more about Lestat and Gabrielle's relationship, but the kissing thing is making me feel weird. I know it's not even the weirdest thing in the books (Marius is vile from what I hear). Still, what are Lestat and his mother like? Are there weird incest vibes in their relationship? Is there complexity?
You've talked about the incestous relationship between Louis and Claudia in IWTV but I was wondering what your thoughts are on the relationship between Lestat and Gabrielle in TVL?
I completely agree, the complicated parent-child dynamics are some of the best parts of VC. Lestat and Gabrielle are a really fascinating pair for sure, even outside of the weird shit.
Fortunately the incesty vibes are mainly confined to TVL. The popular assumption is that it was a way of demonstrating how vampire love was "different" and downplay the gayness of the books (maybe for publishers). Some of the pedophilia seems to fall into that category too for sure. The kiss is...very weird, but it doesn't go any farther which is a relief.
After that, it's more that Lestat's descriptions of Gabrielle are very strange for mother and son. He mentions her attractiveness more than once and even says they're "like lovers" (this is a common way for vampires to refer to pretty much anyone no matter how weird it is, it's not just Lestat and Gabs). He also begins to call her Gabrielle rather than mother, though he acknowledges several times that they're mother and son.
Some people have suggested that this can be attributed to their fraught and now reestablished relationship, neither of them sure how to relate to each other and Lestat desperate for his mother's love and approval, something he didn't get much of as her son. I do like this reading and tend to go along with it, but I think it can realistically be chalked up to Anne Rice bullshittery. What's more interesting is really everything else.
Gabrielle is from a wealthy Italian family, married off young to Lestat's father, the Marquis, impoverished petty nobility in the mountains of Auvergne. She's highly educated and very independent, someone who never wanted to be a wife or mother but was forced into it. She had seven children with Lestat's father, only three surviving to adulthood.
By the time Lestat (the youngest) comes around, Gabrielle has detached emotionally from her abusive husband and her children, becoming very distant, quiet, and cold, escaping the reality of unwanted motherhood and her abusive marriage in books and brutal practicality.
This behavior seems to be hurtful to Lestat from a very young age, and he describes how little Gabrielle spoke to him or spent time with him, largely leaving him to his father's whims and never bothering to pass along her ability to read and write. He clearly loves her (and she him in her own way), but she never allows them to have a close relationship. She certainly isn't maternal and Lestat is very emotional and vulnerable and needs that.
The subtle resentment is mutual, but they do care deeply for each other. Gabrielle encourages Lestat to leave home with his boyfriend and escape to Paris, giving him the last of her jewels to pay for it, the only way she's really able to express her love.
When Lestat leaves, Gabrielle has consumption and it's only a matter of time before she passes from the disease. When she's on the brink of death, they reunite in Paris after Lestat has been turned, and in an act of desperation he offers to turn her as well, which she accepts.
This is when their relationship get really interesting in my opinion, especially on Gabrielle's end. She's now totally free not just from illness but also from systemic misogyny and the obligations of womanhood in the 18th century. She can do what she always wanted to do, dress how she likes, go on adventures, read and conduct research, spend her time alone and on her own terms. Except here's Lestat, her son who she loves and who needs way more from her than she has it in her to give, especially now.
It's obvious right from the beginning that Lestat would be perfectly happy to spend eternity with his mother, looking for answers about vampirism, seeing the world, being everything to each other. That doesn't really change over time, it's Gabrielle who has to decide what to do, whether her love for her son is enough to keep her trapped in the maternal role she never wanted and finally has the chance to be free from.
For a while she stays by his side. Their relationship is much better than before now that Gabrielle has so much more autonomy. She chops her hair off (or tries to, but it grows back), dresses in men's clothes, hunts and relishes her new power, and that obviously makes it easier for her to spend time with her son. Unfortunately for Lestat, what he wants and what she wants start to diverge and they enter back into that growing resentment and discomfort even though they're closer than before.
Gabrielle is a wanderer and a lone wolf. She has dreams of traversing the wilderness all around the world, sleeping underground and living like Indiana Jones in the Egyptian deserts and Amazon jungle, something she never thought would be possible but finally is. Lestat isn't "rugged". He wants to see the cities, to find the ancient ones and learn about vampirism and live large, and most of all, finally be close with his mother.
This creates a lot of tension between them. Gabrielle feels guilty for wanting her freedom at the expense of her son, and Lestat is feeling unwanted and not good enough all over again. He's collapsing under the knowledge that he's still a ball and chain for his mother (especially on the heels of his catastrophic breakup with Nicolas where he was so brutally rejected).
Their dynamic is so fascinating because it brings up some really painful and sensitive emotions and situations. What is it like for a mother who never wanted to be one but can't help loving her child? What is it like to be the child who never asked to be born but is so painfully aware that they're a burden on their parent? Who owes what to whom? It's such a poignant story about a woman trying to find herself outside of motherhood and being forced to decide between her identity, freedom, and happiness and her child's needs.
I'm sure a lot of people can relate to that, but also to Lestat here. This isn't his fault, but he's being "punished" for it. He, like every other child, deserved love and care that he never got and he's hurting. At the same time, he's an adult now and doesn't know what he's entitled to from his mother and what right he has to want her to make up for the past now that she has a chance.
It's such a painful situation because neither of them is the villain here. Gabrielle isn't a selfish bitch, she's an abused woman who finally has the chance to be free. Lestat isn't a spoiled brat, he's a neglected child desperate for love from his mother.
Anne Rice never really explored their dynamic in-depth after TVL, but it's so rich still. There are so many implications for Lestat as a character from why he behaves the way he does in romantic relationships to how this trauma ends up passed through him to Claudia. There's so much there just in one book and it's probably one of the best parts.
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Ok, so there’s this fanfiction series I’ve been reading called The Stars Claim Them, and hoo, baby, there are SO MANY autistic people in this thing! So I’ve decided to compile A List.
Be warned: there will be spoilers
Lyfrassir Edda: there’s a lot for Lyf but the stuff I have off the top of my head is the bit in Night Vale where they just can’t deal with people and don’t want to talk to anyone and are generally overstimulated.
Marius von Raum: nothing specific, other than his special interest is psycology and he has The Vibes.
Nastya Rasputina: she has a social limit.
Drumbot Brian: at one point, he accidentally gives himself sensory issues.
Ivy Alexandria: Ivy :). I really resonate with her as someone who grew up as a very books>people kind of person. Very autism.
(Now, it is worth mentioning that none of the Mechanisms are neurotypical. I don’t think all of them are autistic (feel free to disagree), but like. Prove me wrong.)
Odin: if any of these is controversial, it’s her, please bear with me. I’ve heard that autistic people have very strong moral compasses, but also not all moral compasses are the same, so maybe that helps? Anyway, it’s how she’s so stuck in her ways and how she genuinely doesn’t get how Lyf doesn’t want to summon the Outer Gods. Also, there’s this actual thing where autistic people love trains for some reason. Like, if you go to a website about autism and it has something about special interests, the example of a special interest is often trains. I find that funny.
Martin Blackwood: it’s the way he loves baking because there are formulas he can follow and adjust accordingly and hates cooking because he has to eyeball things.
Oliver Banks: his special interest is Shakespeare.
Brenn Edda: There’s a part where she starts flapping her hands and like. Autism.
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New Au (TF2: Respawn):
Disclaimer:
In this au, the respawn machines are up and running
Because the respawn machines are up and running, there's no need for clones, and thus the 2 teams are separate people
As the 2 teams are separate from each other in the AU, they have different names and stories (the mercs I'll be talking about are the red team unless specified)
Not sure if them being separate from each other is true in canon but this AU rocks with it (it's less confusing that way, more work sure but less confusing)
Also, the time period has been shifted from the '60s-70s to 2024 so keep that in mind
Let's get into the ideas:
Sniper is Māori (indigenous Polynesian people of mainland New Zealand), no one knows though (white passing with a tan from Australian outdoors)
He also has 4 cousins (2 sets of twins, one set is older than him and the other is younger)
Sniper is an only child so the cousin thing is to give him someone to spend time with (as he’d probably be kinda lonely)
Actually, he'd keep to himself either way (as he does)
He’s been dealing with some, sleep problems, thanks to the respawn going wacky (there’s “another red spy” walking around, and let's just say, it's not good)
(I mean it doesn't seem to be human)
No one knows why it seems to be only him that's dealing with this but hey, it hasn't killed him yet (seems friendly enough)
(he is kinda paranoid so that's probably part of it)
Pyro is albino (this is me trying to keep him as ambiguous as I can)
(Also it's my au so I can do what I want)
Medic’s name is Marius Ludwig (Mr. not Dr. as he lost his license)
Blue Medic is Fritz (gotta love Emesis blue) Schädler
Like Pyro, Spy’s name and place of origin are unknown (I say as if I didn't spend most of my free time in between classes trying to come up with names and places of origin)
Let's see: yeah I'm not posting that yet because I want to keep their main characteristic which is mystery (but I have stuff written down in a separate list for later)
Scout’s name is Jeremy (canon) Prince (my au, this is because I think it’d boost his ego, which could be why he thinks of himself as one now that I think about it)
The reason the respawn machines are up is because both Engineers got alerts that Gray Mann was planning on sending his robots (the teams got time to prepare so might as well build the things that’ll keep the war going by endlessly respawning)
Cheaper than constantly cloning them but still, Jesus Christ
Also, the respawn machine might be why Snipers a bit, off, so Medic and Engineer have to figure that out and deal with the robots
I think the idea I have for the creation of the Spy copy is that something was leaking from Spy’s machine while he was still in it, the leaking created an eldritch copy of him, the copy escaped before he could tell anyone, and now its somewhere in the base
(I really should do a comparison of the 2)
Also, the respawn machine showed Sniper some shit and now he can't sleep (he and Spy were respawning at the same time)
When he first saw the Spy copy, he thought he was just seeing things so he didn't say anything
(paranoia + sleep deprivation isn't a good combo)
The team has what they call "base pets" or “the (animal) crew” that just kinda hang out on base while the mercs are working
(Archimedes and Lieutenant Bites are prime examples)
But going off of this, Sniper has a hunting/service dog named Lana
(he got her back when he hunted with the Mundy's, before he went off to work for Mann Co.)
The team knows about her and she's even a part of the crew (he took her with him when he went to work)
The breed is either a labrador retriever, a bull arab, or a mix of both breeds
(I think the mix would be better at solving the indecisiveness so I'm going with it)
Engie and Sniper were weird about each other when they first got to Mann Co. (they knew each other from before and couldn't believe that the other person joined this kind of thing, they didn't get that vibe about each other when they met)
Sniper's parents are still alive because I've already given him enough problems as it is (phobias, general paranoia/anxiety, insomnia, all mercs have PTSD of some kind so that counts, and more) and he needs some happiness
(and also I love them too much to just kill them off like I can’t bring myself to do it)
I feel like whenever they don't have any direct orders from Mann Co., the mercs will just give themselves/each other things to do
like Medic or Engineer will need supplies but they’re also busy, so they’ll ask whoever’s available to get it for them
(it's usually Sniper as he has a van and I don't really think he has much to do except for being on the lookout so it makes sense)
They will sometimes ask Spy to go with him just so he isn't in his smoking room all-day
The only ships I've really thought about are Engie/Sniper and Medic/Heavy (mostly the former)
Engie and Sniper met in college (Engie was studying abroad for whatever reason), Sniper was eating alone (as he does) and Engie was like “fuck it, let's talk to the loner”, they got talking and exchanged names, numbers, and other info (and so a beautiful relationship was formed because someone gave a lonely kid a goddamn chance for once)
I want to say they’ve been dating for like 8 years (so they've been together for about 4 years when Mann Co. sought them out)
(this is probably why they were weird about each other when they first joined)
Spy, Sniper, Engineer, Medic, and Heavy were all sought out by Mann Co. for their skills and had no choice but to join because of it
On the other hand, Soldier, Pyro, and Scout all joined on their own accord (Demo did too kinda but he was mostly pushed by his mom)
Sniper is allergic to rabbits and certain kinds of alcohol
He's also selectively mute and easily overstimulated/overwhelmed so he has moments where he just spends the day with Pyro or Heavy (as they’re pretty quiet too)
The reason Sniper constantly wears sunglasses is because his eyes are photosensitive (bright lights give him really bad headaches)
This is because of migraines and an eye surgery he had when he was younger
I'll probably be making “identity sheets” in lieu of their files at some point but I need to gather the rest of the canon lore I want to use and find a good template to put the information in
Hold on, was anyone going to tell me that Sniper was canonically suffering from multiple organ failure, or was I just supposed to find that out through a Reddit post about Red Jarate?
Link 1: There's blood in my Jarate: r/tf2
Link 2: TF2 comic page about Jarate
Since Respawn takes place in 2024, I had to figure out when Soldier was barred from joining the army
I took his age (45) and subtracted 18 (when he would've been able to join the army) and got 27
Then I subtracted 27 from 2024 and got 1997 as the year he was barred
But I realized that I had to figure out what war he might have been barred from and to do that I looked up a list of wars from 1990 to 2002, I also had to make sure that the US was actively fighting or at least sending troops
The answer I got was the Afghan civil war (1996-2001) which was between the Islamic State of Afghanistan (supported by Iran and India) and the Taliban, the Islamic emirate of Afghanistan, and al-Qaeda (supported by Pakistan)
America, the UK, Canada, and Australia joined after 9/11 on the side of the Islamic State of Afghanistan so it works
So yeah Soldier was barred from joining the army sometime around 2001
There's an original character called “the Contractor/Informant” that I'll probably be designing soon (I'm also working on her character sheet which will be posted after this goes up)
She works with Miss Pauling to make sure that the information on the contract is right, that the mercs actually get them and get them done
She also has burns on her left arm and near her right eye (references to Kate’s prosthesis) either from a work incident or one involving a Pyro (so still a work incident)
Either way, this injury is part of the reason why she's not a merc (she might’ve been at some point but I have to figure it out)
Sniper was in nature documentaries and he was also doing some kind of commentary-type deal before working for Mann Co.
Scout worked at both KFC and McDonald's before joining Mann Co., he also did some professional baseball games but he got pulled from them at some point
Sniper's parents are housing a kid named Javier who is about 6 years old
Now I still need to figure out the reason why they're housing him or what's going to happen next (like are they going to keep the kid or will Sniper and Engie adopt him?)
(the second is likely but they need to figure out how to balance it with their jobs, and if their bosses would let them in the first place)
Sniper can determine whos who just by their footsteps (something he learned in his childhood) and can mimic them convincingly
Pyro might be the only one who actually knows whos a Spy or not (good for spy checking)
I feel like since Sniper, who was a literal infant at the time, was in a fucking spaceship that landed in someone’s yard, he’d be a literal spaceship baby (termed coined by Scout during a discussion about this) and most likely would've made at least national news
(because come on, if I found a fucking baby in a goddamn spaceship and it landed in my yard, I wouldn't shut up about it)
Now I wonder if his birth parents would've reported him missing or not, probably not given how self centered they are but i have some hope that they would
Engineer made a program with the sole purpose of keeping pyro distracted while hes working
#my ocs#tf2 engineer#Tf2: respawn#tf2 scout#tf2 sniper#demo tf2#engineer tf2#medic tf2#heavy tf2#pyro tf2#soldier tf2#spy tf2#tf2#demoman tf2#tf2 modern au#tf2 au
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The cafe event has gotten me into a polynxx mood lately... Just them getting along together, them praising Vyn for his desserts, Marius who keeps asking for Artem's meals, Vyn & Luke making their dishes match eachother like dear god and them just making sure that Rosa is alright while she's walking all over the place as a waitress!!! Your honor, this is my silly polyamorous investigation group!!!
I'm just finding sm comfort in thinking about them right now spending lots of time together and I can't help but get a stupidly big grin on my face.
Bc they're together a lot (not only in the event but as a team in general) I wonder whether they start noticing eachother's weird or silly little habits (i.e. pretending that they're interrogating and waterboarding someone while pushing dirty dishes down into some soapy water). Or even nice little things they do for eachother (i.e. something like peeling an orange for someone while they're on break).
hi hi creckar!!! and gosh mood about this whole event, im enjoying it so much and it's definitely giving me polyam nxx vibes too hHHHHHHHHH. the entire intro scene was so lighthearted entertaining but also so sweet (im never getting over marius calling the others his friends, THEYRE FRIENDS, YOUR HONOR!!!!) and that bit with artem openly praising vyn's cooking and vyn responding by laughing oh my gosh my heart fluttered, THESE PEOPLE ENJOY EACH OTHER'S COMPANY I LOVE THEM AND THEY ALL LOVE EACH OTHER AND //puts on shipping goggles, ARE ALSO IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER
speaking of being in love with stuff, im in love with ur hc in this ask. they so totally would notice each other's habits because 1) aforementioned THEY CARE ABT EACH OTHER SO MUCH and 2) theyre all just naturally very perceptive people, in regards to how much they can realize and note about others.
little things like how mc writes down orders in a certain manner on her notepad, or how luke hums to himself when hes making drinks, or how artem gets this focused glint in his eyes whenever hes in the zone cooking, or how vyn uses his lunch break to take a nap first and foremost before having a munch, or the irony of marius loving ice cream but being very susceptible to brainfreezes. all these little details compound and are noticed, but in a very casual way. it's like getting to know more about each other without even having to speak or talk. im sure once this cafe thing is over, they both know more than they realize about the other team members
i also like to think that some habits get Adopted. like yknow how when people are close, they adopt some habits or quirks of the ones theyre close with? yeah now everybodys little quirks are The NXX Team's Collective Quirks. our quirks now. so sometimes you'll find vyn humming when hes working, or artem trying out mc's notetaking system. sadly, nobody can take the burden of marius' brainfreezes for him though
all in all, im super loving this event, it's so cozy and cute and fun!!! now if only luke's SR card would reveal itself to me early, thatd really make this event perfect.....LHSVFLSD
#creckar#asks#so many of the customers r so dang rude tho i wanna strangle em JHVKSJDHFSJDF THE TEAM IS SO STRONG
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TWST Characters as the Cast of Les Misérables
So recently, I’ve been getting back into the Les Misérables musical, but I’ve also been having heavy brainrot for Twisted Wonderland,, So, of course, I got the random thought of combining these two fandoms, and for the fun of it, I decided to match characters from TWST with people from Les Mis - Who matches the vibe with this other character the best? Who would be who? This is all incredibly self-indulgent, but what the heck, why not?
You’ll see a few repeated TWST characters under some Les Mis people, but that’s because I think that character would fit them too! If you’re also confused about the question marks, that’s because I’m a little unsure of the TWST character’s placement in that role,, The more question marks, the more unsure I am- Again, I’m mostly basing my choices on pure vibes and delusions-
(Warning: Book 6 and 7 spoilers [There’s a pretty heavy implication for 7 + spoilery vibes, and I basically spoil the premise for 6] below! They’re under the ‘Read More’ section, but still, be careful when proceeding! And of course, I’m essentially spoiling the entirety of Les Misérables, and if you haven’t watched the musical, please do! It’s really good :D)
Jean Valjean:
Lilia Vanrouge
Trey Clover???
Inspector Javert:
Riddle Rosehearts
Rollo Flamme
Fantine:
Lilia Vanrouge???
Malleus’s mother-
I’ll be honest, I’ve debated a lot on who would fit Fantine, but I’ve come up with a lot of mixed results,, What do you guys think?
Cosette:
Malleus Draconia??
Silver
Yuu / MC
Marius Pontmercy:
Yuu / MC
Deuce Spade
Enjolras:
Ace Trappola?? (It’s mainly because he gives off a lot of main character energy,,)
Sebek Zigvolt???
Silver??
Éponine:
Ace Trappola????
Jack Howl
Epel Felmier???
Monsieur Thénardier:
Ruggie Bucchi
Azul Ashengrotto
Fellow Honest
Madame Thénardier:
Ruggie Bucchie again
Floyd Leech
Jade Leech
Gidel
Gavroche:
Grim
Grantaire:
Cater Diamond (/lh)
Rook Hunt (even for me, this is a WILD reach,,)
Other Thoughts + Random Quotes from the Musical
I definitely feel like Kalim would be the bishop that houses Valjean after he gets out of prison!
I was a little unsure about Jack's placement as Éponine, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked it? There was something funny about someone with a strong sense of justice living with such scammy people like the Thénardiers- And that moment where Éponine turns on her father, and takes the gunshot to protect Marius? Yeah, Jack betrayed his dorm to do what he thought was right, and I can see him getting in harm’s way to protect the person/people that he loves,,,
I’ll admit, while Azul does fit with the more “scammy” category of Monsieur Thénardier, I have to say, I think he’s a bit too,, “clean,” for him if that makes sense??
I do like the image of all the TWST characters fighting side by side and saving the world,, Technically that already happened in Book 6, but still,,
While I did slap Sebek with the role of Enjolras, a part of me thought that the army officer who sings to the student revolutionaries that they “have no chance at all,” would also fit him, considering Sebek is serving a royal,,
‘Little People,’ but with Grim,,
Okay but why does Deuce kinda match with the pipeline of Valjean so well though. Valjean used to be a prisoner and stole from a bishop, but he became a better man and a mayor. Deuce used to be a delinquent, but he became a better person and aims to be an honour student. Deuce doesn’t really match the old man energy Valjean has, but do you see how deep my delusions go??
Ace/Sebek, to a pining Deuce/Yuu: Who cares about your lonely soul?
Sebek: Diamond, pUT THAT BOTTLE DOWN
Ruggie: At the end of the day you’re another day older, and that’s all you can say for the life of the poor.
Ruggie/Azul: Nothing gets you nothing. Everything has got a little price!
Sebek: You have no friends. [Wow, thanks.]
Grim: This only goes to show what little people can do!
Ruggie: It’s a world where the dogs eat the dogs, where they kill for the bones in the street... I raise my eyes to see the heavens, and only the moon looks down. The harvest moon shines down!
Riddle: I am the law, and the law is not mocked!
Rollo: And if you fall as Lucifer fell, you fall in flames. And so it must be, for so it is written on the doorway to paradise - that those who falter and those who fall must pay the price.
Malleus: How strange, this feeling that my life’s begun at last. This change - can people really fall in love so fast? ...What’s the matter with you, Malleus? Have you been too much on your own? So many things unclear, so many things unknown...
Lilia: Dear Malleus, you’re such a lonely child. How pensive, how sad you seem to me. Believe me, if it were in my power, I’d fill each passing hour! How quiet it must be, I can see, with only me for company.
Yuu / MC: Get out before the trouble starts. Get out Ace, you might get shot!
Ace: I’ve got you worried now, I have! That shows you like me quite a lot!
Yuu/Deuce: As for you, take this too! *PUNCHES AZUL/RUGGIE AND THROWS MONEY AT HIM* God forgive us the things that we do!
Ruggie: Paris at my feet, Paris in the dust. And here’s me breaking bread with the upper crust!
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst deuce#twst yuu#twst grim#twst ace#twst jack#twst epel#twst sebek#twst riddle#twst ruggie#twst azul#twst jade#twst floyd#twst silver#twst malleus#twst lilia#twst rollo#deuce spade#ace trappola#jack howl#epel felmier#sebek sigvolt#riddle rosehearts#ruggie bucchi#azul ashengrotto#jade leech#floyd leech#malleus draconia#lilia vanrouge
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