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Oh, I need you to see through my act
To tell me I'm wrong, to take off the mask
Or else I'll be left in the lie
And I'll deceive my way straight to demise
- Liar, The Arcadian Wild
My specialest wretched Spider / d(a)emon negotiator finally gets his redraw after two years! The first Blades in the Dark campaign didn't end up working out but No. 2 we got really far and BOY OH BOY he's had A Time. But he's been one of my favorite characters to play and I can't wait to see all the other ways I can shake him like a squeaky toy.
#blades in the dark#bitd#my art#Bishop Blades in the Dark#OF COURSE HE GETS THE LYRIC QUOTE HE'S MY WRETCHED LIL MEOW MEOW#(who has killed over 1k people (mostly accidental whoops ... like 99% accidental))#two years later and i am still half-assing the table in the picture
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This is Saiph
Saiph (he/it) is a Nightcrawler, a sub-class of Serenity Daemon
(I yearn for more Redactedverse races of D(a)emons since we know they’re out there, so I decided to make my own especially spooky skrungle to pass the time😌)
Just a heads up: Saiph’s background is kinda dark lol [psychosis/delirium, malicious values, mention of human death]
• Saiph, meaning ‘sword’, is a star located in the constellation of Orion.
• Saiph is mute; it doesn’t need to use words to hunt or feed from its prey 
• While Demonkind isn’t ill-willed such as how Elegy’s interpretation shamefully tends to portray them as, this is a hostile sub-class of Daemon, yet not by choice.
• The Sovereigns toyed and experimented with Serenity Daemons in a similar vein to how they once did with Concubi, corrupting and warping the peace-seekers into its antithesis, into something so violently obsessed and aggressive in finding their picture of ‘perfect and divine serenity’ that they spiraled and drove themselves into an enraged madness. Thus classifies them as a sub-class to Serenity Daemons. Nightcrawlers did not coalesce; they were forged.
• This aloof and territorial sub-class highly values isolation and solitude.
• But worry not; there are very few and far between number of Nightcrawlers, so rare that they used to be practically considered a myth until modern Department technology was able to better track and contain them for research purposes. D.U.M.P. has aptly given this sub-class its name, as the majority of documented Nightcrawler tracking patterns have been recorded to display they seek out humans to feed on from sundown to sunrise.
• Saiph’s kind is extremely patient and meticulous when picking their meals, so rather than feeding from a gathering of people in a single passing go, this sub-class modifies a single human’s memory and implements an overwhelming sense of deja-vu into their minds, piquing their curiosity and luring them to its space of choice while under a trance-like delusion.
• They keep their prey around for the rest of the duration of the human’s life as a thrall of sorts, because the further into delirium the person strays, the stronger the emotions these Daemons can feed from.
• The human’s worsening psychosis provides such a substantial amount of emotions that only one person is needed per Nightcrawler, a ‘mate-for-life’ type of relationship, but between their aggressive feeding habits, tendency to push the human mind too far, as well as the intensity and obsessive frequency at which they feed, the person’s life is often cut extremely short. Then begins another hunt.
#redacted audio#redacted oc#redactedverse#redacted asmr#original character#saiph#redacted art#redacted Saiph#lil fucked up but hey#it’s all for funsies#read with caution tho lol?#sincerelywhistler#nightcrawler
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Thinking about a world where Vax met the Briarwoods before he met Percy, maybe while on a job for The Clasp, and they had a one night stand with him.
They were surprisingly sweet and gentle, but also clearly supernatural and possessive.
Maybe they even tried to convince Vax to abandon his sister and The Clasp to join them? But Vax refused to.
He enjoyed the night he had spent with them, but he could never betray his sister like that.
And The Clasp would hunt him down if he just vanished, that and their deal with Vax would become void and put Vex in incredible danger. Vax just can't let that happen to her.
So they go their separate ways, but Vax never forgets them.
He often dreams of them, even years later, and he misses the way that they touched him.
The way that they spoke to him, whispering praise into his ear as they pulled moans from his mouth with little effort.
The threat of being bitten, sharp kisses teasing his sensitive skin as he squirmed.
He sometimes hopes to run into them randomly again, to steal another night with them.
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Then Percy tells him and the others all about the people who came to visit Whitestone and launched a full-scale uprising.
He recognises the sketches Percy pulls out, the goatee and the fancy necklace and the smiles and the eyes and the poses and the bloody teeth.
He has a panic attack realising who they are, his mind reeling in horror over the thought that he not only slept with these people but had even - for just a second - considered running away with them to absolutely fuck knows where, probably the kingdom they took over.
He's utterly horrified.
When the others finally get Vax to calm down and breathe again, he shakily recalls how it was he had met the couple.
Percy is quiet for a moment, for too long a moment perhaps, before he apologises to Vax.
From then onwards, the two have clear tension between them that will only grow.
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When the Briarwoods arrive for dinner in Emon and Vax sneaks off to their room to gather any evidence he can find, luck would have it that they end up leaving dinner early and catch poor Vax red handed in the act.
They immediately recognise him, Vax freezing in fear.
Delilah mourns the now-lost 'innocence' of their past affair, while her husband bemoans killing someone so 'sweet'.
Vax begs for mercy, vowing to betray Percy if they let him live - he would never, they know it as well as he does, but they couple give pause and listen.
"And, pray, why should we trust you, little thief?" Delilah would ask, smirking as she toys with emeralds draped from her neck as she looks Vax up and down.
Sylas would chuckle, "We have no ire against you, but your little friend is a pain in the neck that we must get rid of."
Then, scared and trying to get out of this alive, Vax proposes a redo of their past encounter.
The Briarwoods accept maybe a little too quickly for his liking.
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When it's over and Vax leaves, alive and with some evidence, he can't help but hate himself.
He already kind of did before this, but he definitely does now and it burns him deep inside.
How he ever looks Percy in the eye again? He doesn't know.
Though he's pretty sure that Percy knows, if the random glares Percy throws his way for the next few weeks is anything to go by - Vax doesn't blame him one bit, he would do it too.
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By the time the Briarwoods are dead, the tension between Vax and Percy is so thick you could cut it with one of Vax's knives.
Vax is, understandably, scared of the gunslinger at this point.
The man had been harbouring a demon inside of him all of this time and had almost killed all of them when said demon was unhappy about Percy failing to be the one to kill the Briarwoods in the end.
The fact that Vax had been momentarily charmed by the Briarwoods and forced to fight his friends hadn't helped things, now Percy can't look at Vax with glaring or growling.
Vax really doesn't blame him, but it makes him feel small.
His sister and Keyleth both try to help them sort out their feelings, but it just leads to Percy exploding in anger.
He accuses Vax of so many things, Vax feels dizzy and has another panic attack in reply.
It ends with Vex slapping Percy as Keyleth sits Vax down and helps him do some breathing exercises to calm down again.
But the damage is done.
After that night, the twins pack their things and leave once everyone else has gone to bed.
Vax never truly heals from his experiences, but Vex is there to look after him from now on.
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Emon is what some called a Blessed, Chosen Child, A Star Gift.
Born of Mana, Chosen by Magic and Divinity of the Stars.
Emon is a being that was crafted in the stomach of a loving Mother and caring Father - caressed with lullabies, given nothing but the most organic of herbal remedies and waters of pure springs. The warmth of a family awaiting his arrival was nothing to scoff upon, these two beings were high in the council, Research of the Mana and the Head Science of Alchemy. Both Scholars of their own power and stood amongst the select few able to teach the masses their intelligence and drive for new minds.
Born on the Highfall of Star-Suns, Emon was graced to the meteor shower awakening - within his eyes did the stars bless his vision with seeking the truth beyond the twinkles dots high above. Doused in nothing but pure mana, a creature born of man - blessed by the very magic veins of the planet he hailed from.
He grew with a desire for nothing in terms of toy or sports but a thirst, never-ending in knowledge. Books and literature, his Mother's research papers, his Father's scribed lectures. Everything and anything that held a crumb of the new and unknown, his mind thirsted for it. Consuming like a glutton as a buffet table. He ate page after page - cracking the academic library open more times than once outside his jurisdiction. It made many laughs but upon his 8th birthday he was granted the King's seal, a permission for him to go forth and consume what he so desired in those walls and sacred tomes.
So, he did.
He ate.
He drank.
He sipped.
He chewed.
He swallowed, swallowed, swallowed…
Year after year, Emon returned to the large building, books under arm, papers in his hands, quills writing and thoughts twisting in needing more, seeking more. Answers that lead to questions and questions that turned to answers. School was swift, boring in some lessons but needed for his life. His Mother and Father, thrived in his accomplishments of being tops of his classes and projects that made even the more prestigious of his peers renew their talents systems and scoring bars for the common student to reach.
Emon, was, lack for better words --- Born for Magic.
1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th --- 7th, 8th, 9th --- and then the rumoured, book only known, 10th mana circle.
Around his heart they danced, twirling with warmth and power that made his veins twinkle like star veins in the very skies. His vision brighter, magic pure and alive. Pulsing with voices unspoken but calling out so loudly in his ears as he casts upon casts upon casts. Standing high above those that taught him, away from those that envied him --- Emon only stretched his hands out higher and higher and higher - - - until something reached back with violence.
Tearing out his mana heart and disregarding him onto the stillness of a void.
Fluttered like a used rag, his magic and love for the world torn from his own ribs and disdain in his ears.
Watching how his kingdom burned under the desires of a Sponsor. Jealous and bitter, violent and disgusted that this world beneath them would be so much stronger, so much smarter than their origins of magic. Emon, with his blood covered hands stared upon the faces of his parents - crushed and mangled beneath library bricks and scattered pages of their passions. Tears flooded his vision - agony in his body, wrath in his bones.
The Sponsor… was no one he had to respect.
So he didn't, as he instead turned his gaze skyward - witnessing the blazing sword of a Hero on Dragon Wings. His face the very same as his own - contorted in demonic rage. His scream echoed over the fire and smoke, his power waning from the sudden burst of emotional input but it wasn't to be enough… So, Emon's arms rose slow - his veins blackening with the sudden flood of his desires. His heart churned and blood poured from his eyes and lips but his body knew… He could not give up here.
So, he prayed to the void.
To the spaces between the stars that blessed him at birth, he rose to his knees - amongst his fellow researchers, his family, his kingdom and he spoke his truth. "You will be no more." Blood shuddered, boiled and then screamed with his core reforming, his heart tearing itself apart and his magic transforming. A beam of star flame, a meteor of his birth right blossomed in his hands and shot forth - growing in size, devouring the mana in the air, only to collide with the Hero who sailed on dredging of his power. Boosting him beyond humanity's capability but with the mighty swing of his sword - did Emon witness the death of a sponsor. The death of a god.
Whilst also being reborn of one himself upon his collapse.
His heart throbbed, beating heavy and loud, the star he tore from the Heavens, twisted from Hero sword to twist and penetrate the ribcage of the Mage. Flooding his body and soul with powers of renown. He slept for a whole year - waking to the face of Zackery in his own and a promise of a lifetime shared between their clasped hands.
#« ( Emon ) » HC.#tldr; Emon has a Heart made from the purest of planet mana - not a star - but a planet's will made magic that's strong enough to kill gods#/sips tea/#mis-thought to be a star so he keeps the assumption to protect himself and his connection to the dang planet
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For the 5 headcanons thing, the AU with Vax/Keyleth/Gilmore from the oneshot a little while back?
Gilmore makes Keyleth enchanted fidget toys after she tells him that she has a hard time focusing. It takes him a little bit to figure out which ones she likes the most but then, every few months he'll surprise her with a new one.
When their relationship is still new, Keyleth worries a lot about her relationship with Gilmore, if there will be any animosity or competition between them. But then Gilmore starts asking Keyleth to do things with him without Vax and they get closer and closer until they're the best of friends and Keyleth knows that her worries were unfounded.
Whenever they're in Emon, they spend their nights at Gilmore's. Sometimes Keyleth doesn't want to share a bed with them or just wants a little space so Gilmore builds another guest room attached to his own room so that she can be separate but still close.
Vax and Keyleth always hang around the shop, making themselves nuisances to distract Gilmore. Sherri has none of it though and frequently tries to shoo them away back upstairs. Eventually, she gives up and they come to an agreement that they at least have to stop sitting on the counters.
Gilmore has nightmares a lot about the attack on Emon Vax is the only person who can calm him down by hugging him and reminding him that that's over and he's safe now.
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i forgot to make the annual anniversary tumblr post but here it is with all the ??????? energy pictures that. i cannot post anywhere else ! @kaiwantstogohome
happy joint birthday omg twinsiesss bestieee (i will get choked in my sleep today) thank you for being my loyal server in scooperia and buying me 91826299 gifts and letting me bite you whenever i want and ALSO holding me close by my waist in public and making me the tastiest desserts ever and photoshopping yourself beheaded when i was mad and getting MATCHING TATTOOS WITH ME insane i think. your ASS 💘 your BICEPS 💘 your THIGHS 💘 i also like you for things that aren't your body like your smile and your eyes oh wait i mean i love your bitchy and petty personality <3 i am madly in love with you so just forget simu liu and chris evans and henry cavill shob kota ke emon petabo na 🙏🏽 in the following year i promise to not starting meowing during sex and make you all the coffee in the world and love you more than txt and not pull your hair and not use you as a chew toy (i will break some of these promises) i love you
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This is just a little post for pinning that i can slap all of my super based opinions and my super awesome fanfics on, as well as links for navigation of my blog
Anons, Asks, Original posts, Hate mail, My fanfics, My Fanart and Reblogs
My profic/proship Redacted discord server!
This blog will contain dark fiction, including but not limited to: violence, abuse, manipulation, cannibalism, snuff, dubcon, monsterfucking, blood play, incest, etc, etc.
Opinions and fics below the cut
Posts and Opinions:
Redacted ASMR, D(a)emons and The Racism Allegory and why i think it's important to talk about here
Post with general critiques of Erik's content here
This fandom's obessesion with moralizing liking villians/antagonists over the "good guys" here
Some opinions about Geordi and Cutie here, here, here, here, and here
Everyone walks on eggshells in this fandom, with a side of Cutie/Geordi here, more here (but without Geordi and Cutie)
Why people react differently to listener vs speaker characters here
How i would retconn Inversion here :3 (click this one its so good)
Ideal Quinn arc thoughts here
Thoughts on that one Imperium BA and why i thought the drama surrounding it was atrocious here, here, and here
More general critique
Gavin and Vincent's current lack of narrative purpose here
Morality policing and purity culture in fandom spaces rant here
I hope the channel ends with everything being for naught
How i feel about Sam and Darling here and here
Quinn arc opinions here and here
More about the Quinn arc but with a side of how i think the Quinn arc would go if it was good here
My stance on the whole ficition/reality thing here
Alexis.
My Redacted experience
Race in this fandom here, here and other places ill link when i post them X
Other ASMRists i enjoy!
Links to fics i have posted about here:
A Grotesque Perversion: Part one of an ongoing Caelum Corruption Arc series, Rated E for violence
In The Aftermath: Part two of the Caelum Corruption Arc, Rated M for discussions of PTSD, intrusive thoughts and other mental health issues
Abasing Attraction: Imperium!Asher/Imperium!Vincent hate fuck fic, Rated E for aforementioned fucking
Quinn’s Favorite Toy: Quinn/Random thrall feeding and fucking fic, Rated E for the rough sex, dubcon elements via trancing, mentions of wanting to snuff. Pussy version and cock version for the thrall
Of Blood and Teeth: Quinn arc fix-it fic. Rated E for graphic depictions of violence
First Time (in Glass Boxes): Caelum sexual awakening fic via voyering Asher/David. Rated E for sex, Underage warning for highschool Asher/David, chronologically very young Caelum
My AO3, for fics i haven't posted about here (i have finally decided to lock all my fics for archive users only)
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New Game!!: Aoba Suzukaze Teaser Ver. 1/7 scale figure by Emon Toys
#new game!!#aoba suzukaze#anime figures#emon toys#anime caps#cake caps#anime figure#figure#figures#scale figure#new game#new game!
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#figure collecting#persona 5#videogames#figure announcements#ann takamaki#morgana#chibi#articulated figures#not a nendoroid#emon toys#emontoys
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This is how it feels to take a fall
Percival Frederickstein Von Musel Klossowski De Rolo III has always had three loves: stories, invention, and shiny things.
Growing up, there was a particular story he was most fond of, about a boy who built himself a pair of wings and flew away from prison, only to go too far to the sun and have Palor melt his wings until he fell and drowned. The story fascinated him as a child, in particular the dream of an invention so wonderful that it would grant one freedom, but he always thought the boy stupid for flying straight towards the sun. What a waste of a brilliant mind, he thought, sure that he would never make a mistake that stupid.
A few years later, his dreams of inventions took a darker turn, to murdering machines designed to keep him alive, to bring pain to those who wronged him. The only stories he told himself were the painful nightmares of his past and the only thing shinier than jewels and gold was vengeance. And much like his new toys, the companions he kept were tools to an end, he told himself, to stay alive and grow stronger until he could get the revenge that was rightfully his.
He was wrong, as it turns out. Stories, the best stories at least, are never about what we think they will be. And as the days passed him by, as the darkness grew closer, he discovered something shiny hidden under the ashes of his past life: a chance at a new start, born from his darkest moment and fed by a faith he didn’t believe himself worthy of. So when the darkness of his own demons sang its siren song and threatened to drag him into hell, he decided he wouldn’t be like that boy, wouldn’t let himself be just another waste of talent and intelligence while chasing an unreachable promise. He would sooner cut his own wings than be that stupid.
Oh, but he was stupid. Foolish enough to believe that Orthax’s promises held any power comparable to the sun’s.
Three days after returning to Emon, while Scanlan crafted an epic story about their adventure (Percy would never admit how giddy he was, at the idea of being the hero of a new legend), he got down to crafting his own inventions: a new gun, built exactly the same but with the purpose of protecting the new family he’s found; a gauntlet, charged with thunder and magic, and the piece of himself he lost in order to save his own soul; and a stack of trick arrows, for the one person who loves shiny new things even more than he does. Because they all helped him get through this horror tale, but he knows in the sore depths of his scarred chest, whose faith he owes the most to.
It’s a bright and warm day outside when he finally emerges from his workshop, and the pleasant weather is only one of the many things he’s learned to appreciate more after their latest adventure. He walks across the fresh green grass of the keep’s gardens and finds Vex’ahlia resting under a tree’s shadow, her bear’s head resting lazily on her lap, her face painted with the patterns of the leaves shadows, her eyes closed in a peaceful expression more open and vulnerable than he’s ever seen since they met. He hesitated before intruding on that pleasant moment, stopping just a few feet away from where the tree's shadow starts.
“What is it, darling?” She doesn’t even open her eyes.
Percy represses a laugh. Of course, she heard him coming. “Oh, nothing important. I just have something for you.”
That gets Vex’ahlia to open her eyes. She stands up, without waking Trinket, and crosses the distance between them with an inquiring look and a playful smile. “For me?” She sing-songs, arching an eyebrow.
“Well, they require a very specific skill set,” he says smugly, pulling out the carefully wrapped package he has been hiding behind his back.
Vex’ahlia accepts it and immediately opens it up, taking a look at the assortment of arrows presented to her. Only now that she’s holding it like that, does it occur to Percy that it looks almost like a very deadly bouquet.
“Explosive, grappling, and freezing,” he points at each group, mainly to break the silence she’s letting stretch. He holds his breath in anticipation, hoping for her reaction. But when she looks up, there’s nothing that could’ve prepared him for the expression in her eyes.
“Percival! These are wonderful! Are they- I mean… why?”
The way she smiles, open and wide, with the sunlight hitting her tan skin and a delight so bright like he just gifted her a crown of jewels rather than a bunch of deadly sticks makes his heart stutter for a second. Thank goodness for his clever brain.
“You did lose an awful lot of expensive trick arrows on the way to Whitestone, it seemed like the least I could do.”
What he should say, what he means, is that her face is the one he saw when hope entered his heart and her voice guided him out of the shadows where he would’ve surely drowned in hatred and sorrow, but he can’t. Mainly, because the reason behind his own action has only become crystal clear right now, at this very moment.
Vex’s eyes turn softer as if she understood exactly what he didn’t say out loud. When she moves forward, Percival can’t help but flinch before he feels the press of her lips against his cheek.
“Thank you, darling. It’s lovely.”
The point where her mouth touched him burns as if a spark of black powder had landed on it, but he’s well trained enough in the art of hiding his thoughts to conceal it behind a shrug.
“Glad you like it. When you use them, let me know how they work. If there’s anything I could adapt to make them fly better or if you get any ideas on how to improve the design.”
“Will do,” Vex winks at him and walks back to her spot under the tree.
Percy makes his way back to the keep in a daze, barely registering his own steps until he’s back in the safety of his workshop, where he gets a chance to hide his face under his hands and groan with frustration.
An indignant sort of anger blooms inside his chest, furious to realize that for the first time in his life he gets it… he understands what it’s like to want something impossibly bright and warm and entirely out of his reach, and why a bright mind might put all of its creativity and invention at the service of an impossible goal, to fly a little higher, a little closer to the sun, even knowing that the only possible outcome for his unworthy want is to crash and burn terribly. Percival Frederickstein Von Musel Klossowski De Rolo III loves four things: stories, invention, shiny things… and an archer.
#percahlia#perc’ahlia#percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii#vex’ahlia#the legend of Vox Machina#critical role#I bring you more pining and obvious metaphors#tlovm spoilers#but if you know why this is so fitting for them YOU KNOW#sofia's nonsense#tlovm fic#I CAN'T BELIEVE I AM WRITING PINING PERC'AHLIA IN THIS YEAR OF OUR LORD 2022#THEY HYPER FIXATION IS BACK AT ITS FULL#also the title is from bastille's Icarus#lol
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ooh, how about 23, “carrying the other one in their arms”?
23: carrying the other one in their arms
It's been a rough year, given everything, so Percy isn't terribly surprised that when he finally heads to bed at well-past midnight Vex isn't there either.
It's been happening more often lately - some idea catching her mind so she goes off to research, or waking from a nightmare about Vax and taking Trinket for a walk, or, sometimes, Vesper waking them, but she's been getting much better at sleeping through the night so less and less it's been the cause. He can't blame her - he'd spent two years in a haze after the Briarwoods had attacked, and only been pulled out of it by a demon. He thinks one of the few things left anchoring Vex is the fact that she doesn't dare leave Trinket and Vesper behind as Vax had left her.
Well. Perhaps that's an unfair comparison; it hadn't exactly been Vax's choice - in the end, really, it was due to Percy's own mistake - but he remembers that brief while when Vex was angry about it and can't really blame her for that either.
There's no note on the desk which is the usual case when she's gone for a late night walk - or patrol, when it's especially bad, or if her dream is Pelor-directed. There's no obviously missing books from the bedroom shelves, either, nor an opened tome on the bedside cabinet- her lamp isn't even on. He does drop into the library, but he thinks he knows where Vex is.
When he arrives in the nursery he sees Vex, fast asleep on the big cushiony sopha, a storybook in her lap, Trinket curled in the corner giving little ursine snores, and Vesper also fast asleep in her cot. Briefly he reaches down and Vesper's hand, even sleeping, is quick to grasp his thumb. She's got a strong grip, only aided by how much time she spends clambering on Trinket, chubby hands grasping tight around handfuls of fur.
"Good girl," he murmurs, when she doesn't even stir, and gently pries his finger free. Her mouth opens, but it's a sleep-yawn and not to cry and she settles easily enough.
Back on the sopha, Vex is dead to the world. There's a blanket over her knees - perhaps she'd gone out for a walk with Trinket before settling Vesper for bed; it wouldn't be out of the ordinary - and the book is open to a particularly colourful illustration. Percy thinks it's one of the Wildemount children's books Tary had given them when he'd been trying to convince them he'd make a good godfather.
It's simple enough to pick up the book, find a bookmark, and set it away. It's simple too to tidy away some of the toys strewn around the place, even if that means carefully stepping around a dozing Trinket. Trinket, thankfully, is well-used to this rigmarole by now and doesn't even stir. Percy's quite aware that the only things likely to wake Trinket when he's sleeping in Vesper's nursery is Vex's summons, Vesper's cry or someone breaking in to hurt one of them; there's no safer paws their little girl could be in.
Vex is still fast asleep. Other times she's stirred as he's begun tidying up, but then the past week has been busy - back and forth between here, Emon and Zephrah, patrols in the Parchwood, the meetings with Whitestone's Council to continue her endeavour to make Whitestone the tits. He can't blame her for being tired. Gently he pulls the blanket up over her, tucking it around her shoulders. He's glad the sopha is such a soft, well-cushioned thing: it's easy enough to slip one arm behind her and one under her legs and pick her up.
His hand is still free; it's easy enough to tap the enchanted light as he passes and set the room into dimness; the only light that remains is the small, glowing night-light that Pike and Keyleth had enchanted for them, setting outlines of stars dancing around the room. It's a bit more of a struggle to close the door, but he's managed it with piles of books in his arms and he manages it again, if with a more precious cargo.
The hall is at least relatively wide, and he makes his way along, careful to say on the soft carpet to muffle his steps, before the motion of walking makes Vex stir.
"Vesper-" she says, half a mumble and Percy presses a kiss to her hair.
"Fast asleep," he assures her. "Just like you were."
She shifts in his arms at that, an arm trying to find it's way out from under the blanket he'd bundled around her.
"I can walk-"
"As I know very well," he says, perhaps a little dryly. "But we are quite literally at our bedroom threshold, dear. I don't imagine you want to knock your head on the doorjamb."
She doesn't say anything to that, just tilting her head against his shoulder with a tired sigh and carefully he manoeuvres them through the doorway.
"I didn't mean to sle-"
"I think," he interrupts gently, "That if you fell asleep it rather shows you needed it. What's it that you always tell me?"
"'Damnit Percy, come to bed?'"
He laughs at that, carefully setting her on the edge of the bed. "Something like that," he agrees. As he watches she wrestles her way out of the blanket.
"I'll need to put that back in the morning," she says, and starts pulling off shirt and leggings and all else, stretching back along the mattress and reaching under the pillows to find the sleep shirt that's all she usually wears to bed. "Percy-"
She trails off and he half expects some other apology for falling asleep, but he also knows Vex is well aware of how he's going to respond at this point. Regret isn't the most useful state of being; forgiveness, learning and moving forwards are. That in mind, he starts getting changed into his own pyjamas.
"You've had a busy week," he says softly, when they're both changed and pulling back the covers and she hasn't added anything. "I think you deserve a very good night's sleep."
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Originally asked by @jamieylnn on this post: "84, 102, or 119 for the intimacy prompts with Shadowgast". I got around to another one of them. It's less fluff and a bit more angsty, but this is where my brain went with it.
Thanks again to @mllekurtz for taking my spaghetti-thrown-at-a-wall mess and helping turn it into an actual coherent meal. <3
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84 - sky watching
Shadowgast, post canon established relationship, canon compliant, 2108 words, cw: brief fatalistic thoughts
Caleb stepped onto the roof, hands tucked into the pockets of his linen pants, feet bare and hair untied. He found Essek in the middle of it, lying on his back and hovering a few inches off the ground, one hand held up as he seemed to map something in the stars above.
He paused, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, taking in the sight of moonlight against Essek’s skin. The shifting, gentle light was like a caress, catching on the smattering of freckles across Essek’s cheeks, the traces of silver still lined around his eyes, and glinted off the jewellery delicately clasped to his ears. He had come out here sometime while Caleb was bathing, the bedroom empty and the open window the only indication that he hadn’t teleported away completely.
They were in Emon, Caleb visiting Allura under the pretence of collaboration in magical education when really it was an excuse for Essek to spend some time investigating some interesting dunamantic pulls he had discovered in the jungles to the south of the capital. It had been three weeks of exploring, discovering, and relaxing in the way that Essek and Caleb do, days filled with academic pursuits while taking advantage of the fact that Essek didn’t have to hide, could just be Essek. They had their Tower, though it wasn’t used much, each more content to take the time to enjoy the open air and sky above them.
But, like all things, it had to come to an end. They lingered as much as they could, on the journey back to Emon. Had slowed down the pace, spending more time in the Tower than exploring outside of it, until they couldn’t justify the delay any further and Essek teleported them back to the house they had rented.
Essek’s easy smile had become strained during their dinner, as Caleb spoke of his students and the plans he had been toying with for the next semester, answers taking longer to come when Caleb would ask for his opinion. He could recognise the signs, having seen them before, but he knew that Essek would only talk about it when he was ready to.
He stepped forward, feet scuffing intentionally against the loose dirt and pebbles. One of Essek’s ears twitched, the only indication that he had heard Caleb’s arrival. Essek continued to stare up at the sky, hand pausing in its tracing before he pulled it back. His violet eyes were shining in the low light, the stars reflected back, an endless void that Caleb could lose himself in if he looked too long.
Pausing, Caleb debated for a long moment before he eased himself down onto the ground next to Essek, groaning slightly as his muscles protested the movement. He envied Essek’s ability to hover, the rough ground was not kind on his ageing body, but it was one trick he had never quite got the hang of every time Essek had tried to teach it to him.
He stared at the skyline of Emon, Allura’s tower in the distance, a beacon on the edge of the Cloudtop district, the few lights still lit up in the houses around them. It was still, quiet, and every bit of his focus was on monitoring the small movements of the drow next to him. The stuttering rise and fall of Essek’s chest, breath ragged and uneven, hand flicking through somatic gestures and arcane runes as if by habit, all while his eyes stared at the sky above, unblinking.
It was a long moment before Essek blinked and broke the silence, his voice rough and low.
“I miss the sky. This one… this one is different. It’s not Rosohna’s sky. I did not think— I should not miss it.”
“It is not that different—”
“Except it is,” Essek cut in, voice sharp. “Rosohna’s… it isn’t a perfect match for what would be in the sky above Wildemount. It’s based off the Bright Queen’s memory of what it once was, over thousands of years ago. The sky has changed since then.”
“I wasn’t aware of that,” Caleb admitted, drawing one knee up to his chest and wrapping an arm around it, eyes still focused on Essek’s face.
“No. You had no reason to be. You weren’t there for that long… and you had more pressing concerns.”
“Fjord never did see that ceremony.”
Essek laughed hollowly. “No, he did not.”
They fell back into silence, and there was a tension there now that wasn’t there earlier. A wariness to the way Essek’s shoulders hunched ever so slightly, as if he had to brace himself for whatever was said next.
And Caleb didn’t want to ask it, didn’t want to bring it up, but he knew that if he didn’t, then this would fester and he couldn’t bear anything being a reason for Essek to stay away.
“Do you regret it?” He saw Essek flinch, a barely perceptible motion that he would have missed, hadn’t he been looking for it. He clarified, “Not… not taking it. I mean— well. Us, the Nein. We threw your plans into disarray and Jester… and me. You would not be here if not for us, you wouldn’t have had suspicion placed on you.”
“There would have been suspicion on me eventually.”
“And Shadowhand Thelyss would have had a plan for that,” he pointed out with a rueful chuckle. “Or at least, the glimmer that we saw of Shadowhand Thelyss would have, and if he was anything like Bren, well… plans upon plans.”
There was a long beat before Essek replied.
“I would not change any step that I took that led me to you—”
“I don’t doubt you on that, meine Liebe, but—”
“I don’t say that for you,” Essek snapped, holding a finger up between them while his eyes didn’t move from the sky. “Just… just let me finish.”
Caleb merely nodded, biting his lip at his instinct to respond.
“I don’t say that for you. I say it because sometimes I need to remind myself of what I have gained. I don’t… it’s not regret. Or rather, I did not know quite how much it would bite. I did not anticipate the… the vastness of it, of displacement.”
Caleb got the sense that Essek wasn’t finished, so he said nothing, just waited and watched, hands itching to reach out, to comfort and hold.
“I miss home. Not… I know I have one with you. My towers, my laboratory. I did not expect to miss it quite so much. The eternal night, the easy access… this hiding. I hate it. I hate it.”
Essek scrubbed a hand across his eyes, and Caleb’s heart ached. He knew what it was like to not be able to return to a place that he wanted to, a weight that nobody who hadn’t experienced loss understood. He lifted a hand towards Essek, but before his fingers could connect Essek flinched back, turning away from Caleb.
“Essek, Liebling.”
“No— don’t,” Essek gasped, curling in on himself. He hunched over, still somehow hovering a few inches off the floor, shoulders raised. “Don’t give me your sympathy. I bought this bed and now I have to live in it.”
Caleb could not help the way his heart clenched at that, the fondness for the jumbled saying seeping through his own pain, his own realisation that this had been brewing for far longer than he had realised. He should have seen it. Should have realised that all the times Essek snapped recently weren’t just due to the exhaustion of being in the sun, that when Essek chose to trance before Caleb had fallen asleep he did so to avoid conversation, that the times he had tracked him down to the ninth floor, the moment of vacant expression before a smile kicked in was more than just troubling thoughts. Caleb had to swallow around the lump that had formed in his own throat. There was a sudden hollowness in his stomach as he realised how much the situation was affecting Essek.
It took a moment to realise the hollow gasping sound wasn’t coming from him, that despite the swirling storm of his own emotions, his shoulders weren’t shaking and he wasn’t falling apart.
Essek was.
Essek, who had tried to hide his worries from Caleb. Essek, who had to be coaxed to state what he needed and wanted on a good day. Essek, who could command and demand his way into any room but would barely make eye contact when he truly cared about the opinion of whoever he was talking to.
This was exactly why he hadn’t said anything, why he didn’t show it. He was as bad as Caleb in his determination to carry his own burdens.
But there was something Caleb had learned, that he had an advantage on Essek in learning, and that was that burdens were immensely easier to carry when shared.
Shoving away his own guilt, carefully, ever so carefully, Caleb inched forward and placed a hand on Essek’s back. He felt Essek tense under his hand, but this time he didn’t move away. Swallowing, Caleb took that as encouragement and shifted again, hand moving across Essek’s back until his arm was wrapped around Essek’s shoulders.
“Essek.”
Essek gasped, letting out a heartbreaking sob before leaning the tiniest bit into Caleb’s grasp.
Caleb just waited. Not demanding, and not expecting, just hoping that Essek would take the comfort offered.
Slowly, Essek turned to Caleb, fraction by fraction he shifted until his shoulder was against Caleb’s chest, his forehead tucked against Caleb, and he was sobbing into Caleb’s shirt. Caleb held him, hand moving in gentle, soothing circles on his back as he murmured in Zemnian, nonsense phrases and observations about everything he loved about Essek.
When he judged that Essek may have calmed, when the sobs became sniffles and Essek stopped clutching Caleb’s clothing like he would drown without the lifeline, Caleb leaned down and pressed a kiss into Essek’s soft curls.
He gently ran a thumb under each eye, drawing away what dampness he could as shining violet eyes blinked up at him.
“I’m so—”
“Shh, Liebling, it’s okay. There is nothing to apologise for.”
Essek’s eyes closed, as he let out a shuddering breath.
“It is okay to mourn what you had, Essek. It is okay to acknowledge what you have lost, even while you acknowledge what you have gained. One doesn’t cancel out the other. Looking back… it is not a bad thing.” He was saying it as much for Essek as he was for himself. They had always been similar, had always understood each other in a way that no one else did. It could be a crutch, could be their downfall, but instead it led to a partnership that was equal, that felt so right, like it was always meant to be. He wanted to be that support for Essek, the way Essek always was for him. “When we visited Blumenthal, and I said goodbye, you stood with me. In the T-Dock even, you would have helped me, without question. You have ever since, even when all I wanted to do was rewrite time so I could step back and do it all again.”
“It is not the same.” There was little conviction in Essek’s tone, it was barely a protest.
“No, it isn’t. But what I am saying is that it is okay to have dark days, to have days where it is all too much. That is why I am here. To remind you that you can do this, Essek. That it is worth it, that you are strong enough to get through it. And on the days where you aren’t, where you need quiet and to escape, I will be here to hold you.”
“You won’t always be here, when you’re teaching and I’m off… wherever.”
“We can both teleport, distance and time are meaningless with the right determination.”
Essek half laughed and half hiccuped, an odd choked off noise that Caleb had never heard him make before. A grin started to grow across his face as Essek looked taken aback at the noise, and it was far too cute for Caleb to let it go.
He leaned forward and kissed Essek, chapped lips pressing gently against carefully looked after ones. Drawing back, Caleb presses a second kiss to the tip of Essek’s nose, another between his eyes, his forehead.
“I love you,” murmured Essek.
Caleb smiled, shifting carefully to lie back, adjusting and holding Essek to his chest as he went.
“Come. Tell me about the differences in the stars.”
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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - food, use of ‘senpai’
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from beyond the rickety metal door, you can hear ushijima’s heavy footsteps get louder with each foot up the staircase. your hammers against your chest and your sweaty hands barely hold onto the box of chocolates that you’ve frantically made last night.
how much more cliche could it get than chocolates and a confession on valentine’s day?
your mouth runs dry the moment the door opens. the cool wind tousles ushijima’s hair gently, and he looks around before seeing you standing by the edge of the school’s rooftop.
“you said you had something to tell me?”
your heart leaps into your throat, and suddenly you can’t voice the words that you’ve practiced time and time again in the mirror. ushijima patiently waits as you curl your fingers tightly onto the chocolate box behind your back.
heat rushes to your cheeks as you stare up at ushijima giddily. his strong gaze renders you weak in the knees and you feel like you’re about to collapse there and then.
“i- i, um, i!” you stammer.
he nods along, as if deciphering your incoherent words. have his olive eyes ever been this warm, even on a spring afternoon? you open and close your mouth like a goldfish.
“i like you a lot, ushijima-senpai! ever since my first year, i- you’re always really cool and, and, and…” you trail off as your words turn into nothing.
you thrust out the chocolate box with both hands. “i made this for you!”
“thank you.”
the low baritone of his voice makes you swallow nervously and his fingertips brush against yours ever so briefly. he looks at the box, holding it carefully.
“did you make this yourself?”
you nod shyly, toying with your fingers. oh, does he like chocolate? how embarrassing would it be if he didn’t! you know that too many girls have a crush on ushijima wakatoshi. hell, you even saw the pile of chocolate on his desk this morning when you snuck past his classroom.
what were you compared to sakura from class b who had top grades, or nishima who was the school beauty? suddenly, you just want to shrivel up into nothing. perhaps admiring ushijima from the sidelines was better than confessing to him.
your breath gets stuck in your throat as tears spring into your eyes.
“it’s okay if you don’t like me back, ushijima-senpai.”
your voice grows weary; desperate. he looks up at you, the setting sun framing you with liquid gold. is this what angels look like?
“is it okay if i like you back?” he asks.
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fluff#ushijima wakatoshi x reader#ushijima wakatoshi fluff#ushijima x reader#ushijima drabble#ushijima fluff#hq x reader#hq fluff#the song got me in the feels and i HAD to write smth#<33333#— ushiai! 🌼
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