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bnuuys-writing · 9 months

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Briar Valley's Dental Team

Here is the Grown up!Sebek x Dental Assistant!GN!Reader ! <3 Idk if there will be a part two but this filled me in with so much joy just to write being a dental assistant myself. hhnngnjh i lob him your honor!!!

Next I will be writing Howls Moving Castle!Vil x Reader! <3 Stay tuned!!

~Bnuuy out!

Within the shady country of Briar Valley, between the cities of humans and the Fey, was a little dental clinic that resided in between. Seeing both Fey creature and human both, after their many years of peace did they finally come to an understanding of all;

Mouth hygiene.

At least, that's what you thought as you were inprocessed onto the team as a dental assistant coming from the Queendom of Roses. Yet, the clinic was run by only one dentist, three hygienists and you as their sole dental assistant after the last one had gone on maternity leave and ended up quitting to stay home and take care of their baby. In which a new dental assistant was in dire need right away just to keep the sanity of the poor dentist providing there, and poof! There you are! Oh my, he was so happy to see you on the floor once you were hired.

You’re probably wondering who your boss is, correct? Why! It's the one and only dentist who will see Fey-kind and humans at the same time! Doctor Zigvolt! He was perhaps a bit nerdy, a bit clumsy as well but he aspired to help both kinds of folk on both sides of the border in hopes of giving them a brand new smile! Removing teeth that were too sharp and poking into the cheeks of fae, as well removing wisdom teeth from humans who needed it. Removing cavities with such ease out of teeth and filling them back up with this resin based material seemed as if it wasn't even a chore for him! Though, all the years of doing this started to cause his back to ache with poor ethics of sitting while he worked.

Which is why you’re here! Your job was to set up a room, grab everything that was needed for your patient. Was it just an annual exam? Well you’re going to need a mirror, an explorer, and a PSR probe to see how deep the depths are within the gums to see if there's any bone loss or decay underneath the gumline! Oh! You’re removing and filling in a cavity? Time to get the restorative kit and his handpieces! Oh, its actually extracting a tooth? Easy! Time to get the oral surgery kit! Then, once you were all done and explained the post operative procedures to the patient of what they can or cannot do, time to clean up and wipe down, then set back up for the next patient!

Mr Zigvolt was easy to please as well while working, bring him a cup of coffee and he will just dote on you as if a loving father would; rustle your hair and thank you at least three times for the coffee before going back to signing his paperwork. Ah, the life of a dental assistant was never easy but it was always fun just making sure everyone you see is doing okay and helping them get out of any pain.

Life at the clinic was easy, especially when you made fast friends with the hygienists who cleaned the patients teeth. They were sweet older fae who have seen their share of working within the clinic, always bringing you in the latest gossip about the royal monarchy within the Kingdom of Thorns while you resided within a human town not too far away from the clinic which brings us to where we are today, and now.

“Y/n! I would like to invite you over to my home for a clinic party!” Dr Zigvolt stated happily as he turned to face you, paperwork of the last patient in hand as you were busy wiping down the room. You could only smile through your mask at him as you tilted your head slightly, a party at his home? You did hear the hygienists whispering that the doctor was thinking about a happy Organizational Day of just relaxing while getting paid!

“A party, you say sir? Are you sure you would like to invite me?” You started out curiously as you looked back down at what you were wiping down to continue to the job. The procedure was a bit bloody and you’re trying to remove any signs of any blood being within the room for the next patient's safety as well as yours and Dr Zigvolt’s.

“Yes! And if memory serves me correctly, you’re around the same age as my son! I would like you to meet him! He is always busy working and I am concerned he has no friends, unfortunately.” Dr Zigvolt’s voice got weaker as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Unfortunately, he is more of a mothers boy as well, so he doesn't really talk to me much. Yet, my wife has invited him to the party and he has accepted, so I thought I might be able to introduce you two!” Dr Zigvolt barked out proudly once more, nodding his head at the plan forming within his head. You and his son will meet and become fast friends, right?!

To you, it sounded like he was trying to set you up on a blind date with his son at this party.

“Sir, with all due respect. I do not need a boyfriend.” You stated out with a small laugh as you set down another item you had been so fervently wiping down. You knew about his wife, for Dr Zigvolt was so proud of her and had photos of her within his entire office. She was the daughter of a pronounced warrior within the army who fought so valiantly with General Lilia. It would be cool to meet his wife, but son? Although Dr Zigvolt was proud of his son, it seemed as if they weren't on good odds and you weren't all that interested in someone who didnt treat your boss right.

“Pleeeease Y/n! Its just for a few hours! And if you don't like it, I will call the guard to escort you home considering it will be at night and across the border into the Kingdom of Thorns.” With that, your gloves had been removed while he spoke as you had finished cleaning the room. Now moving onto putting barriers back up in the room. An invitation was placed down on your side table with Dr Zigvolts fancy handwriting having written out your first and last name. Now, you were a small team but still very tight knit together, perhaps a singular hour couldn't hurt? As well the fact you did want to go across the border into the Kingdom of Thorns for a while now.

“Fine, but only one hour, sir.” Was all you stated as you went out of the room to call for your next patient. What you didn't see was a proud fist bump into the air by Dr Zigvolt as he finally got you to agree.

The clinic was closed for today, for today was the night of the party that was being held at the Zigvolt's home. There was a dress code of dressing nicer than usual but not quite cocktail so here you were, wearing the most professional outfit you had that was quite comfortable within the autumn air. You sighed as you slung your back over your shoulder as you made your way outside your home, locking the door and promising to be back before ten. Your trek was not quite long but it was a decent walk across the border with your invitation in hand just to show the fey guards posted between the border where you were going. They both seemed to smile and nod their head at you in respect as they seemed to recognize the little dental assistant from the weird clinic that they get their teeth worked on.

Just as you arrived at the Zigvolt’s home, the sun was at the point of setting and causing a beautiful twilight to settle across the land as fireflies danced across the yard. Their home was quaint, a little bit off the road into the twisted woods that you thought you might’ve gotten robbed in but you reached the door with ease. Letting out a small sigh of relief, you reached up and gently knocked your knuckles against the wooden door, hearing the music faintly playing within the home as well as chatter and laughter rumbling out like thunder. Reaching up to knock again, the door swung open wide only to reveal an all too familiar face.

“Ah! So this is the presumed dental assistant I have heard so much about!” The woman shouted out loudly in which you could only blink rapidly at her tone. So this was Dr Zigvolt’s wife! Wow. She was tall. Letting out a small rasped chuckle, you could only wave slightly up at the woman looking down at you. Her face held scales and her teeth reminded you of an alligator fey from all the pictures but seeing it all up close made you more intrigued with her form- No wonder Dr Zigvolt is heads over heels for the woman.

“Good evening Mrs Zigvolt-” You started out before you were roughly brought in by the woman who began to laugh out loudly. On the couch were the three hygienists most likely whispering about the latest gossip, while Dr Zigvolt seemed to be placing out some baked goods onto a table that was already filled with so much food, all homemade, of course. With a tough side squeeze from Mrs Zigvolt, she laughed out heartily at your uncomfortable state of being squeezed into her side.

“Please! Just call me Sonia!” Mrs Zigvolt- Er, Sonia stated. You could only nod your head as she let go of you as you smoothed out your outfit easily after being crushed by the woman's embrace. So this was the party? Well, it seemed comfortable enough! Afterall, you did like your coworkers enough just to spend some quality time with them, forgetting the whole reason why you were even invited to the Zigvolt’s home. You found yourself on the couch in between the hygienists just loudly laughing away about some story that happened with a child ending up biting one of the girls while they were cleaning the baby's teeth. Yet, your laughter was cut off as you heard a booming voice coming from the kitchen.

“FATHER! I’VE TOLD YOU MANY TIMES!” A masculine voice shouted out as you stood up quickly, excusing yourself from the ladies who could only watch you leave before looking at each other with large smirks on their face. There goes their precious Y/n~

As you entered the kitchen, you saw Dr Zigvolt seeming to be crying pathetically as Mrs Zigvolt- Sonia- was holding her husband and glaring down at a mint haired man who was taller than Dr Zigvolt but not as tall as Sonia. He wore a pristine uniform and his hair was slicked back with such pristineness that if anyone had OCD, they would find nothing off putting by this man. Standing at the door, you tried to assess the situation quickly before stepping in fully, yet it all seemed too late. As the door shut behind you, the man spun on his heel to face you as you seemed to lose all air within your lungs.

Holy seven, he was gorgeous.

“ARE YOU THE PERPETRATOR MY FATHER IS TRYING TO SET ME WITH?!” His voice boomed within the room as you seemed to flinch slightly at the intensity of his voice before you huffed, crossing your arms. He was gorgeous with such a beautiful large frame, equally muscled to fit, scales on his face that seemed to define his jawline even more as his eyes seemed to bore into yours. Yet before his mother, father, or he could speak again, you instantly piped up.

“I am no perpetrator of Dr Zigvolt, I am his dental assistant. Now you don't have to shout every word you say, I can hear you just fine.” Wow, ouch. You stood your ground as you stared heatedly back at the man as Sonia seemed a bit shocked to see your spiteful nature coming out. Sure, her husband is a bit of a coward, especially when a patient is yelling at him so to have you calmly explain things to angry patients was an asset.

She was interested in how this night was going to go between her son and you.

“I… HOW DARE YOU-!” Sebek started out once more only for you to hold up a hand and shake your head. He was silenced into shock as you seemed to shush him! Baffled that you would even do a thing, his mouth seemed to just open and close like a gaping fish as he glared down at you.

“See? That's better. Now can you just explain why Dr Zigvolt is crying and why you are yelling?” Down to business is how you were, especially when you were in a rush and you were running behind patients and had to deal with unhappy patients all at the same time. So it was quite easy for you to navigate through a tense situation like this one. When hearing no one speak up, you could only sigh as you began to rub your temples, GREAT, this is exactly the type of relaxation you needed.

“How dare you try to speak to a royal guard of King Waka-sama’s like that! You should be punished!” The man roared out again, pointing accusingly at you in which you could only roll your eyes, ready to speak up for yourself only for Mama Zigvolt to step in. Hand reaching forward, she snatched up the boy’s ear and started shouting herself directly at the mint haired man.

“YOU BETTER STRAIGHTEN UP AND INTRODUCE YOURSELF, YOUNG MAN. DO NOT BE THROWING YOUR TITLE LIKE THAT AROUND TO OUR GUESTS. APOLOGIZE NOW.” Sonia’s voice was even more powerful than the man in front of you, startling you a little bit as you only heard ringing in your right ear for a few seconds as the mysterious handsome man seemed frustrated for a few seconds before turning to face you with an annoyed huff.

“My name is Sebek Zigvolt! And I am a royal guard to the King of Briar Valley! The Great and Wondrous Malleus Draconia!” Sebek shouted out, but not quite as loud as last time. You could only nod your head as you sighed out slowly. Perhaps you were done socializing now, as you also glanced at the clock, it was already nine. Perhaps it was time to go. Afterall, you had just remembered why you were wanted here, to see if you could make friends with your boss’ son but seeing how it was proven otherwise, you doubt you would like to stay any longer.

“Thank you Mrs Sonia and Dr Zigvolt for having me over. I think I shall make my departure back home now.” With that, you bowed your head respectfully as you began to make your way out and saying goodbye to everyone, leaving a very baffled and upset Sebek behind you. How dare you ignore him! Especially after getting shouted at by his mother to greet you! And be nice to you!! Sebek could only glance over at his mother who only glared down at him. He knew that look, and how he hated it.

So here you are, side by side, walking down the pathway back to your home. The walk was silent as you carried a basket filled with goodies from the baking and cooking of the Zigvolt’s. This easily could’ve fed you for an entire week with desserts too, including sharing some with your cat, Grim! The sky was void of any clouds as the stars seemed to twinkle even brighter above the two of you as you walked along, only listening to the gentle breeze rustling the bushes and the leaves within the trees until you cleared your throat slightly.

“So… Sebek, was it? Why are you walking me home again?” You asked out softly with a tilt of your head, trying not to sound too awkward. Afterall, you could’ve just called a friend to come get you, or paid for a carriage to take you home. Yet, here you were, walking side by side with a very stoic and stiff man who seemed to be alert of all the surroundings. The silence minus the leaves rustling followed suit, finally after a few seconds, he began to speak.

“I was tasked to guard you home in making sure that you are safely escorted! There have been a few kidnappings reported recently and Mother–... I was tasked to keep you safe.” He finished his statement while crossing his arms in front of his chest, as if proud to state that he was put in charge of your safety just like he was protecting Waka-sama. You could only roll your eyes and sigh, as much as you hate his presence on this walk, it was quite nice to actually have a guard with you. As for the recent kidnappings? You were sure that his mother just said that just to force him to go with you. Nevertheless, you were glad you weren't alone on this cold windy night.

As if the jacket you were wearing wasn't warm enough for the chilly autumn air, you let out a small shiver from chattering teeth. Though you tried your best to play it off as in stating how you're more frightened of the dark than cold, but with the visible puffs of air in front of your face being drifted away in the wind, Sebek could tell that you were lying to his face. Yet, wise words from Master Lilia reminded him about chivalry and how it's not dead, or how a Knight is to even look out for the smaller, more unfortunate folks…

“Here! A GRACIOUS OFFERING! I REQUEST THAT YOU GIVE IT BACK TO ME ONCE YOU ARE SAFELY TRANSFERRED BACK TO YOUR ABODE!” Sebek shouted out loudly as he removed his top layer of a coat and handed it over to you. If your cheeks weren't already pink from the chilly air, they were now as you gently set the basket of goodies down to wrap the jacket around your form. The jacket was way too big for you but it was very warm as you could smell the hints of cologne and what smelt like the fog rolling over mountains, warm and earthy. Muttering a small ‘thank you’ to Sebek, he only turned on his heel away from you as he began to walk ahead of you by two steps. He was trying to hide the small blush on his face because he did not need you gossiping to his father how a mere human made him blush!

Home was in sight not too long as you crossed the border, the lights flickering within the windowsill, a beckoning warmth towards you on the horizon as you could feel your tired feet urging you faster to your home. A snap of a twig to your right caused you to jump slightly as you looked into the forest with some fear etching into your skin- Maybe you were wrong and there was a kidnapper out there!? Frozen in place like a deer in headlights, you felt a hand appear in front of you as Sebek was instantly glued to your side, hand pushing you behind him as he had his sword drawn. So this is what it meant to be a Knight?

“COME AND SHOW YOURSELF AND I MAY SPARE YOUR LIFE!” Sebek shouted loudly towards the forage of the forest lining the streets only for another snap of a twig to echo closer to the treeline. Almost as if whoever Sebek had yelled at got scared and took a step back, only causing you to step a little closer to Sebek who could only grit his teeth as his cheeks were roaring pink once more. Eager to just get you out of his sight just to avoid this fluttering feeling in his stomach, he took a step forward with his sword raised only for a squeak to come out from a bush.

A squirrel hopped out, dodging the both of you and eagerly running away to the other side of the road to the other treeline and disappearing.

Ah.

“YOU SHALL NOT SPEAK OF THIS TO ANYONE, HUMAN!” Sebek yelled out loudly at you, looking over at you with a frustrated crease in his eyebrow only for you to slowly nod your head and chuckle. You could keep that promise due to the fact that you refused to admit to someone that you let your boss's son protect you from a little woodland creature.

Finally, the walk home was over and you were at your doorstep. Turning to face the guard who protected you so fiercely, you could only clear your throat. What do you say now? What could you even do now? Tell him thanks? Go away?

“My coat, human.” Seems like he beat you to it, snapping you out of your daze as you realized that you were still clutching onto the jacket with one hand that was still draped around you and your other hand holding the basket of goodies. Ah.

“Sorry. I was lost in my thoughts… Uhm- Thank you Sebek, for the coat… And for protecting me.” You stated out softly as you removed the coat from around you and handed it back to the awaiting male. A huff came from him as an air of smugness seemed to form around his body.

“Oh! So a mere human knows manners! Lest you forget this day, I will be returning every once and a while, and I demand your appearance at my home so that you will never forget how I guarded you!” Sebek laughed out, nodding his head at his great idea. Afterall, he spent a lot of energy on an unworthy human who couldn't even grace his Master's presence! Although for you, it sounded completely different.

“It just sounds like you’re trying to court me and making sure that I see you next time you visit…” You grumbled out with a small defeated sigh. Whatever. This was fine, right?

Though Sebek was not ‘whatever’, he was not ‘fine’ either!

“YOUR ACCUSATIONS ARE WRONG! DO NOT JUMP TO SUCH PRESUMPTUOUS ACCUSATIONS, HUMAN!” Sebek roared out, flustered that you would even dare bring up such a topic just because he requested your presence just so he can feel your eternal gratefulness for this night! Maybe also the fact that you are deemable interesting enough. Though, he would never admit that! Even if Lilia-sama asked! Though, he would spill the beans to his Lord.

Chivalry isn't dead, right? You could only chuckle and roll your eyes, leaning up onto your tippy toes as you cupped his cheek as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. You could feel his cheeks warming up fast as he took a step back, baffled that you would even do such a thing!

“Thank you, Sebek, the most chivalrous knight I know. I hope my kiss is full repayment for your deeds tonight.” You stated out, this time you were smug in how this came out and how the tables have turned. The compliments plus the embarrassment of getting a kiss just due to him being chivalrous caused his face to turn bright red. Yes… He supposed he would like to see you once again…

“Goodnight… Y/n.” Was all he could mutter as he stood at your doorstep, watching you close your door and turn off all the lights in your home for the night.

'Until next time we meet, Y/n...'

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teddydeer · 3 days

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wessy scribbles <3

top left is classic wesley outfit ! thats been his definitive outfit since i made him in 2015 ^^ its so simple but i think it fits so well and its really comforting to look at <3 middle is wes paper doll or a base for a dressup game hehe she was originally very human and i always tried to draw him at a very high standard , like perfect anatomy and needing an explanation for all of his features and details like trying to answer why does he have bunny ears? how old is she? what are his character flaws? but now i dont want to think about that kind of stuff. he is Bnuuy. *turns him into a furry right is comfy casual wes! when i most recently revamped him i wanted him to have sweaters and skirts as his defining outfit bc i dont...... like drawing pants..... (and i dont like gender norms >:c masculine people are allowed to wear skirts and dresses!) but his original outfit is so comfy and fitting for him that i want to keep it as what she wears most ^^ he will still wear skirts and dressed when he's not working on the homestead! so he doesnt get his nice clothes all dirty also he is very tall... i always have a hard time translating that :c ive been trying to relearn how to draw for fun and for me! so scribbling loosely like this without worrying about things like shading and nicer lineart and posing was really nice ^^ <3

#my art #my oc #wesley #re entering my self indulgent comfort art era where i just draw him constantly #brace yourselves........................

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wardenwyrd · 8 months

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Writeblr Introduction

Dotted in secret stars and whispered moons lies The Warden O' Wyrd; too bright smiles and sharp eyes linger on her skin, miasma orbiting their visage. When dusk's hands sweep fluttering eyes closed her shackles, in turn, loosen.

Greetings and welcome all, I am Wardenwyrd - connoisseur of messy queers, the freaky & occult, and all things speculative fiction! I am freshly new to Writeblr and am keen to dig my claws so fellow denizens of Writeblr interact if you enjoy my vibes < 3

Open to ask and tag games !

◈What I write ◈

Anything and absolutely everything speculative, weird horror, all shapes and forms of queerness, and a metric ton of worldbuilding.

Genres: Fantasy (Low, high, dark, fairy tale-esque, etc), Sci-Fi, Paranormal, Romance, Horror, Mystery

Fantastical, often ethereal and treacherous worlds flavoured with flowery prose

Queer, neurodivergent, and disabled characters and themes. All kinds of diversity really. Always looking to broaden and grow my noggin' with wisdom

Gender queer characters. An UNBELIEVABLE amount of dyed hair and pronounces.

Body horror: elegant body horror; gross, grimy body horror; wonderfully queer body horror 'til I burst at the seams; all sorts. Twisting of the body into something other than human as a form of beauty my beloved < 3 < 3

Characters who desperately need therapy (That would be my fault)

Rich settings and worlds. Give me intricate magic systems !!! give me ecology that could be shown in a nature documentary !!!

🌔About Me 🌒

Goblin in my (late) teens. I've been writing for a whiiiile but started really getting into it about half a decade ago. I will ravenously consume all forms of creative media.

⭐Likes ⭐

Favourite colour: Purple my beloved Favourite band: Mili (I'm so normal about them) Favourite genre/s: Gothic lit, Fantasy, Horror romance, whimsical fairies Fav insect: Moths/Butterflies

Stats:

Creative writing college student

Panromantic Ace | Queering my gender to the max

English (Regrettably)

Autism kreachure

Revolving door of hyperfixations on science-y stuff

Purple hair (Not beating the stereotype allegations)

WIPs

[Note: I am very bad at deciding on WIP names]

Prisma

My surreal fantasy WIP comprised of a collection of different stories linked by a unifying setting.

Colour-Coded to the max. Each central story focuses on a character assigned a colour, differing in tone, POV, and focus. Main three are purple, blue, and red.

Literal becomes figurative, and figurative literal

Charms and incantations of old swirl in from afar, weaving our hands together with something much deeper than flesh – a curious sentiment oozing from the recesses of Damsel’s cloak as the feeling of moss and stone wove through my veins; cold and refreshing.

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‘What absurdity’, The Arbiter would think to himself. After all, those carmine red eyes of his delve into the primaeval madness: in their muddy depths lies the shivering madness - Fear. From fear is the knowledge wrenched from uncertainty and bloodshot eyes. Dread is the light; tugging on world-weary watchers.

Sort of portal fantasy, sort of not. The stories in this WIP span across many eras and places, yet often find themselves connecting and mingling. Incredibly queer.

Main characters:

MC of Red, Jack Pronouns: He/Him Bnuuy ass trans Victorian boy. Pasty and WILL combust in the sun. Autism creature. He gets a himbo bf and sick asf t-surgery scars as a treat < 3 Character Playlist

MC of Blue, Hel Pronouns: Any/All seemingly innocent girl but remove the innocent and girl part. Kind of an eldritch horror after a character arc but like, that's the good ending. So old surnames weren't a thing in the era they're from. Character Playlist

MC of Purple, Dorothea Pronouns: She/They Gatekeep, Gaslight, Girlboss. Autistic adhd precocious mess who WILL make it your problem. Genuinely manipulative but has great hair so it's fine. Character Playlist

Other notable mentions

[Note: I will elaborate on all of these later]

Witch WIP

My beloved blorbos < 3 Once I figure out how to frame and present it in a more refined way I like I shall be posting about this.

Personal & Cultural struggle within a fantasy context | Disability & Identity as a main theme | Aroace protagonist and Queerplatonic relationship | Magic inspired by folklore and myth | Found family

Low Fantasy setting in a somewhat alternate earth

Sprawling magic system

Conventional fantasy groups but with a spin: revamping those vibes

Witches aren't just funny flying women but genuinely inhuman creatures with spicy shit going on

Demons and angels but: demon is the colloquial term for a class of magical beasts characterised by dense essence, not like hell demons. Angels are living algorithms born from patterns and don't have an actual association to any gods.

MC Playlists:

Branwen | Ingram

Five Steps From Hell

Biblically Accurate Angelic-Flavoured paranormal apocalypse

Autistic MC

More horror oriented than action

Lots of vibes.

MC becoming something not very human, but they're more worried that they aren't worried too much about it

I've got some dastardly plans for this one. Vibes and atmosphere whilst the world falls apart and neurodivergence is a great combo.

#writeblr #writeblr introduction #writeblr intro #writeblr community #queer writers #trans writers #writer #writers of tumblr #fantasyauthors #fantasy writing #creative writing #Connoisseur of messed up queers #Feral gays all day

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in-a-breeze · 8 months

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quick oc summary and ramble because huck is my favorite of my bnuuy boys and because im still sick as shit

originally, huck was just a straight up villain only trained by a group of scientists to kill buck and chuck and run as senator to slowly become president (like solidus snake) but now

i developed him up to a bnuuy man looking for justice for his scientist mother (which i will try to post very soon) therefore making him chase him down after buck and chuck

due to huck being released late than chuck, he had to undergo alot of training before he gets his surgery and (secret) ability activated

from being a straight up solidus copy, he turned out to be one of my favorites to develop on (same goes with the art style here ough)

btw huck uses she/her pronouns as well, love that bastard

#metal gear rising #mgr oc #huxley easter #rodney doodles #rodney rambles #bucks of liberty #i swear ill talk about chuck later on soon

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creaturefreaks · 2 months

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i am in fact not dead, i have j been having brainrot - i haven't finished anything as of late, but here are some doodles!

the first one's a little raid that happened a while ago on a collective server; characters featured are my dinosona beebo, @/penguincove's ace, @emissioms's dog (not on tumblr afaik but on th & twitter/x), @/wickerfox's wick, & @cranberrycorvid's birdie (also not on tumblr but on twitter/x & th)!

the second one's a doodle of my bg3 tav warren, who is canonically a gnome or halfling that got turned into a harengon by a god because of his cowardice - thus why he is bnuuy :) been having a lot of fun with the game so he'll probably pop up a lot more often! it does have v poor looking implications of blood & bright colors tho, so be wary of that before looking under the tab!

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lakesbian · 5 months

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seven and eight for the bnuuy himself

yaaay :) [turning to camera] for those of you who aren't fucking insane, the bnuuy is alec. furrysiders weird freak bunny alec has stuck around in my brain. bnuuy boy.

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

i really enjoy how somehow, miraculously, my autistically posting about alec for several months on end has resulted in a massive spike in the amount of alec fanart produced. thank you everyone for drawing him. big fan of when we do that.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

i'm gonna pick something Other than the "acting like he is the worst person on the planet and should be killed for being sexually abused as a child" and the "somehow not even parsing that all of the circumstances he brings up which taylor judges him for were in fact sexual abuse he's looking at thru a very warped coping lens" for once and go with "thinking that 'horny' is one of his top 3 personality traits." easy mistake to make but that was one of jean-paul's top traits he replaced having a personality with. alec has not thought of a boob and or or dick once in the past year and a half unless for joke purposes

#ask

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woltourney · 1 year

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ROUND 2 / SIDE A / POLL 7

Galvin Foixewesfv (@elizabethrobertajones) v. Angel (@afflatusviscera)

Galvin Foixewesfv:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Galvin Foixewesfv

q. What is your WoL's species? a. viera

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Black Mage, Summoner, Reaper

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Goblin (have been in alliance roulette with other Galvins this is very important)

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. A forest prince, eighth child with seven sisters, Galvin felt spare and at odds with his family as he became fascinated with dark magic after early encounters with voidsent that left him confused about their true monstrous nature. As he grew up and realised he was a rare son and due a life as a roaming forest warder and trophy husband, he felt too nerdy and bad at climbing trees for one and too gay for the other. After less than a year training with the other men of the forest and sensing they were growing sick of his poor aim with a bow and weedy lance arm, he slipped away in the night, travelled by boat to Limsa, and devoted himself to learning the forbidden maths of true magic. Drawn by the calling of the Echo, he joined the Scions on a whim despite having been warned by his eldest sister he was extremely susceptible to falling prey to a cult some day, and it was with much relief he realised they were not evil so his next letter home would not be met with a furious rescue party of dozens of furious armed viera storming the Waking Sands. He then picked up thaumaturgy and found one of his true loves. The other was teasing Urianger from across the Waking Sands, and flustering the shy elezen. Somehow, this has turned into a loving and stable relationship, mostly because they make up each other's deficits in a perfect puzzle piece joining and not because they are much alike, book learning aside. Though clumsy, brash and frequently knocked down, his determination to not be anything he once dreaded about his fate and to carve his idiosyncratic path, his raw stubborness got him through every trial thrown at the WoL. Barely. The only rules: always take them on as black mage and never give in and take the easy path (ooc: hit the 'very easy' button the trial is begging me to do by take 8) His witchcraft and void lore honed, he stumbled into the art of the reaper, and formed a pact with the voidsent he had felt himself bound to since youth, a keening sad creature that aimlessly wandered and wailed; these cries having once pierced his heart, he found it easy to reach out and make the connection once more, and binding the voidsent to his purpose, it found direction and he found a combat art that he excelled at - provided you allow that it's really the voidsent doing all the work lifting that heavy scythe, and Galvin is merely casting the spells. Having surmounted the main story, he retired immediately to the island farm, and spends his time pulling turnips and lazing about, often with Urianger at his side, and it is important to say, for Galvin, achieving doing nothing at all is in itself the most incredible achievement for a lifelong avoider of - well, everything - who crawled and moaned and complained and fussed so hard to get there.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. I have never, ever won anything in my life, and I think I should be allowed just one. Please.

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. =:{)> moustache bnuuy

Angel:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Angel (he/him it/its)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Viera

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Paladin & Dark Knight (Additional notes from submitter: White Mage, Culinarian)

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Aether

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Conscripted into Garlemald's imperial army at the young age, Angel's life is filled with turmoil. His echo awakening soon after his defection from the legion, he quickly finds himself wrapped up in the affairs of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Though Angel is hailed as Eorzea's champion and Hydaelyn's chosen warrior he slowly starts to loathe his role as a hero. He hates the hand he was dealt in life and wishes to be free of the burden. In spite of this, Angel's journey is that of finding joy and purpose in the face of his despair. Angel enjoys friendly blood sports (PvP) and is an amateur culinarian, he also has a secret fondness for tea with milk and sugar. While he is incredibly troubled and addled with issues he tries to find happiness in the small things in life.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. (Angel shakes his head and looks away shyly, it is unclear if actually wants anyone to vote for him…)

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. Please enjoy my awful sopping wet creature. Hydaelyn's most un-obliteratable twink. I hate (love) him.

#💎 shout #💎 round two

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Summary: Power to Yield (Feb 2024)

We assembled on 2024-03-01 to talk about our February book pick: Power To Yield and Other Stories by intersex author Bogi Takács. The book is a collection of science fiction & fantasy short stories.

This was a first for our book club in that we spent the whole session gushing about the book. Everybody loved it. We haven’t been giving books ratings thus far but this one would get a 5/5 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟.

Overall takes:

vic: I loved it, I loved it so much. The stories all felt so different. Disability and intersex were very normalized and not shoehorned, it just felt so good.

Michelle: the worlds in this book felt so richly crafted. This book reminded me that short stories can be the bomb! I got gender euphoria from seeing characters use neopronouns!!! So refreshing and exciting to see them in text. That was how I got started with them, I wrote characters like that and then I was like.... moi? It’s just so joyfully affirming.

Bnuuy: I only read “Folded into tendril and leaf” and started "The 1st interspecies solidarity fair and parade" but it deeply impressed me.

Elizabeth: I'm not really a short story person. I find I take a while to get immersed in a book, and I don't like the switching from story to story so much. And as someone who does not like the short story genre, I liked this collection, which I feel says a lot.

Intersex themes:

Intersex representation throughout the book that feels both casual and important at the same time. It’s normalized in a way that feels tremendously validating. Takács also importantly depicts a variety of intersex characters in terms of gender (binary vs genderqueer), type of variation, and age. Folded into tendril and leaf depicts a romance with an intersex character that does not sexualize or fetishize being intersex. ❤️

Intersex sea creatures, always a classic 🦑 - clear example in the Good Friday story.

Plants as intersex. 🍃 A bunch of stories throughout the book involved somebody turning into a plant. We talked about how this turned out to be a fruitful (lol) metaphor since so many plants are cosexual or dichogamous, there’s so much variety and difference in plant reproduction and it disrupts our ideas of what sex is. Bnuuy pointed out that botany can also just be an affirming thing for intersex people to learn about, e.g. a flower with both male and female reproductive parts is called a “perfect flower”! It’s valued rather than described as a deficiency.

In the fantasy story Power To Yield, the doctor feels the pain of his patients as he treats them, which per Elizabeth: “feels like such an intersex and/or disability fantasy”. Pain may not always be avoided but having doctors feel and be aware of our pain would change the patient-doctor dynamic so much.

Neopronouns: there are a lot of neopronouns used in a variety of settings for a variety of characters, disrupting ideas of gender and sex in ways that felt joyfully inclusive and affirming. As Michelle put it: “we get a glimpse of the world outside the binary in a kind of ecstatic way. Like, hey, you don't have to be male or female. You can be intersex and something else. And you can be trans. Like, it's just so, like, joyfully affirming. Genuinely like a rainbow-colored feeling.” 🌈 (also, reading neopronouns in context is a great way to learn how to use them!)

Other themes:

System change happens through people relating to each other differently. As vic put it: “Bogi really showed that the people are the system and the system is made of people”. Such as in the Spy-Turns-Into-A-Plant story the ways that Hasidic people were combining old and new cultural practices to include intersex & genderqueer people, in the Solidarity Fair story everybody noticed the trader was missing, and in Power To Yield there’s a need for all of the possible neurotypes.

Mentorship: the book defies the conventions of the mentorship trope. A lot of times in media, mentors are marked for death once their apprentice has learnt what they need, but here the mentors stick around and continue to be in their apprentices’ lives in different ways.

Survival stories that were communal in mindset rather than rugged individuals. We see characters putting the pieces back together after catastrophic events such as wars and invasions. There’s an optimism that we can survive catastrophe. We liked the depictions of joy and competence. Michelle identified a Talmudic theme of "You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it”, throughout the book.

Other things we liked:

The prose. Michelle praised it as approachable. Xe also commented: “Bogi has an authorial voice that feels well read. People who don't read so much have a particular style and it can be hard to read, they have a hard time expressing themselves... and this was the opposite of that!”

Disability representation that felt realistic. For example, a character being constantly exhausted due to being drained of blood, and a character worried about breaking an ankle while walking through uneven terrain. Disability wasn’t skimmed over nor was it romanticized, just treated with good humour as a quotidian kind of limitation.

Representation of old people. There’s a big range of characters’ life stages. Old characters are active and given things to do, and got to have personalities beyond “old”. For example, the old sociologist in the solidarity fair story was open-minded and competent. She didn’t want to sit around and be a granny.

Not being US-centric: in speculative fiction there’s a way of talking about or relating to things that can feel very American (vic: “even though they’re in space, they act as though they’re in California”) and Takács doesn’t do this, which we appreciated. As Michelle put it: “There’s a definite immigrant vibe to the book.”

Representation of Jewish characters. Not everybody could relate to the Orthodox Jews but not every story needs to be relatable.

All these forms of representation come together. As vic put it: “the disability politics, intersex, the trans stuff… It all felt so normal and was incorporated in a way that felt so seamless. It felt really good reading it, didn't feel like any of it was shoehorned in.. Just like, yep, normal people living their normal lives and we're not making anyone feel weird about their differences. Usually with books that have people that are different from the mainstream in some way it's kind of clunky: even if it's #OwnVoices, it still reads as self-conscious and apologetic. But this book all read very un-self-conscious and very comfortable.”

What we didn’t like:

Elizabeth doesn’t like the order in which the stories were presented. Ze felt the first few stories were fine but didn’t showcase what the book has to offer. Ze recommended to the group to start with:

"Folded into tendril and leaf" (medium length)

"The 1st interspecies solidarity fair and parade" (medium length)

"The ladybug, in flight" (very short)

"Power to yield" (novelette)

Bnuuy and vic started reading with Elizabeth’s recommended stories, and this may have influenced the conversation.

After the book discussion, vic went back and re-read the stories in order, and mentioned they also didn’t vibe with the order of the stories as presented in the book.

Stories of note:

“Folded into Tendril And Leaf”: we liked the water caltrop description and visualization. It was Elizabeth’s favourite: “The reason I put that on my list of recommendations is it was just such a big, warm hug of fiction. It's such a tender story, but at the same time it grapples with really serious stuff. I've brought it up before that I'm a sucker for any sort of intersex at puberty story because that's the kind of intersex I am. But also the intersex people as plants theme really landed here.” Elizabeth also praised how there was a character who realized their privilege that they didn't have to follow the news.

“The 1st interspecies solidarity fair and parade”: we liked the realism of the organizing, and we all wanted stories from this setting, especially about the aliens that were genocide survivors. It was Bnuuy’s favourite, enjoying its comedy and how it flips stereotypes of Gen Z/Alpha by having them be the older generation in this future. The depiction of an alien who presents as though she is a cat was amusing; vic described it as: “Yeah, the image of a gigantic, floating metallic orb meowing so that it can be more relatable to humans is, I think, a huge non-binary mood.”

“Power to Yield”: we appreciated the depiction of autistic special interest (and it has its own word: abuwen!) that is realistic without either romanticizing or spectacularizing it. It shows how a special interest can happen suddenly, it can be overpowering, it can sometimes be inappropriate, it can be unpleasant for the person as they neglect other parts of their life. We could all relate. The depiction of asexual BDSM also stood out; per vic: “oh, I guess it can not be a sex thing!”

“The Ladybug, in Flight”: Michelle was horrified (in a good way) by the slow consensual cannibalism. Whereas vic read that one as practical and utilitarian in an autistic way, like sometimes autistic people will horrify others for practical things.

“Volatile Patterns”: Michelle is very crafty and this was xer favourite: “the story talks about reappropriating motifs and being like, no, you're doing it wrong. We can show you how to do it right. It's fine. Just stop doing it the wrong way. Like, especially clothing attacking people was very funny to me because it reminded me of a game called Fall in London, where in certain areas of the world, everything is sentient.”

“A Technical Term, Like Privilege”: This one vic highlighted as a favourite: “I often feel sad about the place where I live, because it is a rental and it's not getting cared for the way it deserves to be. So the metaphor of the house needing your blood was apt. I've read a few rental horror metaphors, and they were all bad. So I was really happy to read this one.” Also, the disability representation: “when the character in the house story came up with a good, reasonable solution and then was SHOT DOWN it was so real”.

Overall: out of all the books we’ve read thus far for the book club, this is the one everybody was most positive about. It was a joy to read and we recommend it! 💜

#intersex book club #intersex books #intersex literature #intersex fiction #queer books #queer fiction #queer scifi #intersex #actually intersex #ownvoices #book review #book reviews #book summary #book summaries #book club

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ainyan · 7 months

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FFXIVWrite Day #18: Fish out of Water

a fish out of water

idiom

a person who feels awkward or unhappy because they are in a situation that is not familiar or because they are different from the people around them

“I’m not sure about this.” Kyszarin rubbed his arm uncomfortably as he gaped at the people crowded around Gridania’s Aetheryte. “It’s not too late to return to the jungle. We don’t have to interact with the village; we can be rogue Wardens. You’ve heard the stories. They’re out there, too; others who felt the village rules were too restrictive.”

Raine grabbed Kyszarin’s wrist, as enchanted by the sights as his companion was anxious. “Don’t be silly. Look at all of them! Isn’t that a miqo’te? They’re the cat-like ones, right? But that one is different,” he added, frowning at the hulking Hrothgar talking and laughing with his friends. “Disparity in male and female? But no, that one is male. I think.”

Since the miqo’te in question had an undeniably masculine face but was dressed in a short skirt and a top that on a female body would have been positively indecent, it was a fairly safe bet that regardless of what they identified as now, they’d started life as male.

Kyszarin barely spared them a glance. “There’s too many people,” he muttered, drifting closer to the other Viera. “Too many buildings. I’m too old for this, Raine. I don’t belong here.”

The younger of the pair stopped and grabbed his partner’s hands, forcing him to turn to face him. The shorer Kyszarin tilted his head slightly to meet Raine’s unhappy gaze. “You belong with me,” the turquoise-accented Viera told him, “and it doesn’t matter where we are as long as we’re together. If you really want to return to the jungle, we’ll return to the jungle.”

Kyszarin almost said yes - but then he caught sight of the sorrow in the taller man’s gaze and realized that Raine himself would understand all too well this sensation of being a fish out of water. Hadn’t he been exactly the same back home, hounded by the women to submit to their laws, to their rules, to them, despite his own personal inclinations?

Could Kyszarin truly ask him to return to that - or worse, to surround himself with nothing but jungle? He himself preferred the solitude and silence, but Raine had never been a man to be alone. Isn’t that what had led them to being friends, then lovers, in the first place?

The lavender-accented Viera sighed. As the older one, as the one more generally dominant in the relationship, it fell to him to be more adaptable, more willing to change. He knew this. And he thought, maybe, as he gazed around the Forest City, he could learn to like it here. Maybe he’d never come to love it - not the way he’d loved Golmore - but he could like it. He could like the people. The places. He could learn to live here with Raine in a way Raine had struggled to live in the Jungle.

“No,” he said instead. “Maybe this isn’t my pond, but there’s plenty of room in this pond for a couple of oddly-shaped fish.”

Raine relaxed and drew Kyszarin in for a light kiss. “Good. Come on. They said we should check in with someone named Mother Miounne. Let’s go find her.”

Raine dashed off, yanking on Kyszarin’s arm, and the other Viera had little choice but to follow.

He would have anyway; he’d follow Raine anywhere.

Even to another pond.

FFXIVWrite2023 Day #18: Fish out of Water

OCs: Kyszarin Asyret, Raine Inarin

AU: Bnuuys in Love

[ -- Master Post: FFXIVWrite2023 -- ]

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2023 #kyszarin asyret #raine inarin #wol x wol #au: bnuuys in love

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altairring · 6 months

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The way Rio was in the bnuuy event really proves that he would still love Emma even if she turned into a worm 😭

#there’s like specific lines to it too like #even if she became a flower in a field; a butterfly in the sky; and or a grain of sand #he will still find her; water her; give her the finest nectar; and walk with you to show different oceans #i just wow #he scares me a bit bcs i know he’s genuine #who gave him a rizz book #thinking if i should post a semi-summary of this event #only posting the parts i vividly remember haha #alt rambles #why are my tags longer than my post?

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bnuuys-writing · 10 months

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Chapter Three. Prima Donna.

Here is chapter three of the Phantom of The Opera x Twisted Wonderland! <3 You Leona and Malleus simps get the best of both worlds! Extra long chapter for yall for the wait!

~Bnuuy out!

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three(You are here!), Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Leona's Ending, Malleus' Ending

TW: Violence, death, choking, noose, uhhh i might be missing something but idk!

Shockwaves rippled through your body as a small tug was pulling you forward through the mirror. Leona’s voice was muted out into the background through the whispers of the mysterious angel in front of you, hypnotizing you almost to follow him without an ounce of fear; almost as if you knew this angel already.

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came.

As you both traversed down the corridor, arms protruding out from the walls as you tore your gaze away from him finally to look at the lights flooding your path. To be precise, it was a little bit creepy to just have such stone-like arms holding these candelabras to light your way down this dank corridor of stone that seemed to just descend…

That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name.

Returning your gaze to the masked figure, the trick of the light playing with your mind as you thought for a second his eyes were slitted like cats, and that he had horns and fangs… Yet, with a blink from your eyes proved you wrong, there was no image of those at all. Just pure emerald green eyes boring into your own, then without a second to spare, his gaze returned forward as your feet patted along after him in your trance like state.

And do I dream again? For now, I find the Phantom of The Opera is here, within my mind.

All you could think about was this tall handsome stranger leading you down the corridors and guiding you down the stairs. His movement smooth as silk as his cape billowed after him, gloved hands squeezing your own within them. For a second, you thought you could call out his name yet no name came out from your mouth, only the idea of this man… Creature was neither man nor angel. He once again turned to face you, a smirk plastered upon his porcelain skin as his eyes bore down upon you once more.

Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet.

He was gentle as his gloves gently grasped your waist to lead you down another flight of stairs, for your noble steed was resting down below them. Its black silky mane shaking off any water as it seemed to nod its head at you, letting out a loud snort. A look within its eyes of ‘you need to run’ yet you didnt heed its plea for your own safety. Slowly with ease, you were lifted up onto the horse’s saddle and with a click of a tongue, you were well on your way. You couldn't help but let him do whatever he liked as your head felt heavy with ease, as if under a subservient spell to just follow this strange man.

Though you turn from me, to glance behind. The Phantom of The Opera is there inside your mind.

Your eyes couldn't help but wander back up the stairs, where you had just come from as the horse’s head rears slightly out of fear. A gloved hand cups your chin to bring your gaze back down to a familiar pair of shockingly beautiful green eyes, boring into your mind once more as a gentle reminder that you must keep moving forward. A small whisper of a promise of rest will soon come, just have to keep moving for now.

Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear.

It's me, they hear.

Your eyes trailed down the figure's hair, down his back, down to his very feet. He was tall, elegant and mysterious. Certainly, this man had a reputation to uphold on his own… Perhaps he was misunderstood? Your angel was misunderstood? Feeling your eyes on him made his body tremble with a pleased shiver, finally having you to himself and away from that brudish Lion. A flicker of his form once more before looking back at you with a small smirk, a promise of what's to come.

In one combined, the Phantom of The Opera is there, in my mind.

Carefully, he was gentle at grasping your waist and letting you off of the horse who seemed not to pleased at seeing you go so soon. Afterall, the horse seemed as if it wanted to protect you itself from the strange Phantom in front of you, in a way, it reminded you of someone that you couldn't put your finger on… Was it a cat? No, you didn't have a cat here in the opera house… Though its eyes said it all as it watched you get onto the gondola with the assistance from the mysterious man.

Beware of the Phantom of The Opera.

Your eyes wandered around the statues that were stuck upright against the water, what seemed to be holding up the walls and roofing of the area. Gargoyle like as their claws dug into the roof above you, their mouths wide open as they spewed out slow rivers of water to add to the ambiance. Turning around to face the strange figure, his eyes already were boring into your form as a graceful smile appeared upon his face as his gaze returned upwards as a gate began to open. Moss and algae rose up with it as you ventured into the new room that was filled with music sheets everywhere, curtains covering possible mirrors as what seemed to shine below them, and candelabras shining your way around to a beautiful stand holding a violin and harpsichord. Feeling the boat hit the edge, the stranger hopped down the side of the boat, making his way through the water and onto the stone walkway.

What's a great way to win your favor in this moment when he had such great competition against Leona? Yeah. He saw that ‘Little Y/N’ moment between you and Leona; and he was seething behind that mirror and his mask, not to mention his small spell holding up his disguise faded away for a moment as he went to collect you. He refuses to lose to a stubborn, lazy lion when you deserve so much more as the future Ruler of Briar Valley.

“Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination, silently the senses abandon their defenses.” What better to woo you and earn your affection other than song? Afterall, Lilia did teach him all that he knew and he was highly praised for being so well trained. Afterall, he did teach you everything that he knew. Looking down at your form as you still sat in the boat, he could only smile as he walked back down to you with his hand outstretched for you to take.

“Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light.” A small hope flickers within his body in hopes of having you remember NRC, having your walks late at night around the desolate land of the Ramshackle. That's right Y/N, turn your thoughts away from the Savannah’s sunlight and more towards Briar Valley’s twilight. He was careful as he pulled you up and into his arms as he bridal carried you onto the stone, not letting a speck of water touch your form. “And listen to the music of the night.” He would hum out, leading you into a waltz around his home for the moment. Feeling your hand on his chest and the other wrapped within his own gloved hand, a smile could only return to his lips as he held you close.

“Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams. Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar, and you'll live as you've never lived before.” Waltzing over fallen over pages of music, over mitch matched carpet, broken stone that remained in place thanks to Malleus’ simple spell of repairing it the best he could before the book would stop him or break the stone back over again. He couldn't help himself as he brought you closer to him, spinning you around as he closed his eyes at feeling your back against his chest.

“Softly, deftly music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it secretly possess you. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind. In this darkness which you know you can not fight.” Letting your hands drop from his own, only to feel your hands take his own and place them on your waist once more caused his cheeks to flare up slightly. You were letting him touch you so privately, he couldn't handle it much longer if you kept letting him do whatever he liked with your eager persistence of letting your body say ‘continue’. “The darkness of the music of the night” He would lean down to whisper into your ear, letting out a pleased hum as he felt your body weight lean onto him slightly. That is until you broke away just to turn around and face him. Perhaps his spell of having you hypnotized stopped working? His magic had been acting funny ever since he entered the book.

No matter, he would not let you go. Especially now that he has you.

“Let your mind start a journey though a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before, Let your soul take you where you long to be!” Finally, he has you ensnared. Cornered. His. And he wasn't about to let his prey get out of this trap so easily. Pulling you by your hands closer to him, letting them wrap around his neck as his eyes bore deep into your soul once more, knowing he has you well within his snare and trap. “Only then can you belong to me.”

Spinning you around once more, feeling your hands upon his own did he let his desires the better of him. His hands trailed along your stomach down to your thighs, and the other up your chest and around your neck as he continued to sing; “Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation.” And touch you did, the hand that held his own on your thigh broke free as you reached up to his face, cupping it gently as your back was pressed against his chest. Willingly, like a cat who was receiving the best pets, he leaned his head into your cupped hand as he slowly brought you around a corner in slow swaying movements.

“Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in. To the power of the music that I write; The power of the music of the night” Around the corner was a piece he had made unknowingly. You, as a doll, within your own wedding outfit he had personally made for you himself. Once your eyes had made connection to this wedding outfit, everything felt light and woozy. Malleus was fast to catch you, holding you close against him as he picked you up within a bridal carry. Perhaps he should attempt courting you first before showing you your wedding outfit… Though the thought escaped his mind as he gently brought you down to rest within his dragon shaped bed.

“You alone can make my song take flight… Help me make the music of the night” He would whisper out softly to you, placing a soft kiss against your forehead before pulling away. Oh, how his heart ached for your beautiful eyes to open and look at him once more, tell him Yes; I do, though something was bothering him deep within. It wasn't long before guilt set in as he remembered a certain fae’s words of Never To Kidnap your Lover, its simply bad manners… Sighing and with a snap of his fingers, you had returned to your bed above the surface to a surprise of both Silver and Sebek who were both equally surprised to see your form back so soon!

Once morning has arrived, Sebek and Silver went out with Lilia and reported their finding with you, and how exhausted you are after your night with Malleus- Correction; The Phantom. Outside inside the foyer of the Opera house stood Azul, reading the newspaper with a letter in hand. Of course, the public was talking about their show and their not one, but TWO missing sopranos! Perhaps it was the fact that a simple chorus girl took The one and Only Vil Schoenheit?

"It would seem that you also have a letter…” Jade’s voice rung out into Azul’s ear, making the man jump slightly as he was clutching a letter within his hand, Jade held one within his left hand while Floyd just looked overall annoyed while reading the newspaper. What silly little humans, making such a big deal about their precious shrimpy stealing the spotlight for once away from Vil. “Pray tell, what does your letter say?” Jade asked out curiously, that simple slime still playing on his face as he looked down at Azul opening up the letter that was sealed by green wax in the form of a dragon head.

“Dear Azul, what a charming gala. Y/N was in the worlds sublime. We were hardly bereft when Vil left. On that note, the diva is a disaster. Must you cast her when he's seasons past his prime?” Azul read out and sighed, shaking his head slightly as he rubbed his temples. Afterall, they couldn't JUST get rid of Vil Shoenheit due to him also being stuck in the book with them! “And yours, Jade?”

“Dear Floyd and Jade, just a brief reminder my salary has not been paid. Send it care of the ghost, by return of post. PTO; No one likes a debtor so it's better if my orders are obeyed!” Jade read out and chuckled, looking over at a still very annoyed Floyd who only rolled his eyes. “So laaaaame~! Neh… I miss Shrimpy… I dont want to be in this story anymore Azul- Why did you also have to go on and drag me in..?”

Azul’s glasses cracked slightly internally as he remembered how in fact the trio of them got in here without making a contracted deal of pay to get you back to safety. Floyd’s wide arms had pushed them all into Leona’s back as they were all transported in. Opening his mouth, he quickly closed it as he saw a certain lion approaching the trio of them very quickly. “And what can we do for you, sir?” Azul asked out bitterly towards Leona who could only let out an annoyed growl at him.

“Where are they?” Leona’s voice rang out and they all immediately knew he was looking for their star; Y/N. Not the previous and precious star (who a certain someone thought they were seasons past his prime…) Vil Shoenheit. “I take it that you sent me this note.” His voice was strained as he stared down Azul with fire behind his eyes. Afterall, this cephalopod was quite able to slink out even the stickiest situations but this rage meant; I'm going to burn down all of your contracts again.

“Of course they’re not with us- including that letter. We didn't write that at all either.” Azul stated out quickly and adjusted his bowtie, clearing his throat as he tried to summon any courage to face the lion with his smiling buddies behind him. “But do enlighten us on that letter of yours, we have also received our own letters accordingly from the one and only; Opera Ghost.”

“Do not fear for your precious Y/N, the Angel of Music has them under his wing. Make no attempt to see them ever again.” Leona read out with an annoyed growl bubbling out from his throat, sending an irritated look from a now shouting Vil who has now entered the Opera House, and a smiling Rook Hunt following hot on Vil’s tail.

“I have your letter- A Letter that I rather resent, Kingscholar.” Vil hissed out, an irritated look plastered upon his face. Yet, before anyone could ask him to read it outloud, Vil had given it to Rook Hunt who had begun to read it loudly enough for all of them to hear without struggling.

“Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered. Y/N L/N will be singing on your behalf tonight. Be prepared for great misfortune if you dare attempt to take their place.” Rook finished out as he folded up the note only for Floyd to grab them all and begin to rip them to pieces. Azul cleared his throat which made everyone look over at him with gazes filled with confusion, mixed with anger or frustration.

“Far to many notes for my taste, and most of them about Y/N. All we’ve heard since we came has been Y/N’s name-!” Azul was cut off by Lilia clearing his throat behind him, making the cephalopod jump in surprise and Jade’s eyes widened slightly as he looked behind him. Lilia stood with Sebek and Silver posted at each of his side, but Lilia just seemed smug as he let out a small chuckle.

“Y/N has returned.” Lilia hummed out, shooting a playful glance at everyone, Azul could only roll his eyes and Jade jumped in at the chance he could.

“And where precisely are they now?” Jade asked out, and this seemed to perk up Leona’s attention as both men stared down the smaller male who didnt seem phased at them both trying to intimidate him.

“I thought it best they were alone” Lilia stated once more with a nod of his head, and Silver spoke up after him stating softly; “They needed rest.”

“I'm going to go see them.” Leona stated as he began to push through the crowd only to be stopped by Sebek who glared up at the male. “No, they will see no one currently.” Sebek stood up for you, a mere human without magic! But after all the years that he had known you having been in the same first year classes as you, he thought it would be right to finally stand up for you- Especially to his Master’s enemy.

“Will they sing?!” Vil and Rook stated out, one more urgent than the other only for Lilia to turn to face them, that still playful smirk plastered upon his face as he looked up at them both. Instead of answering them, he pulled out another note that was sealed up with green wax in the shape of a dragon head. “Here, I have a note.”

“Let me see it.” Floyd was quick to speak as he ripped the note away from Lilia’s hand who didn't seem all too bothered by the eel’s demeanor. Floyd was quick to open the note as he began to read it out loud, squinting his eyes down at the words.

“Gentleman, I have now sent you some notes on how my theater is to be run. You have not followed my instructions, I shall give you one last chance. Y/n L/n has returned to you, and I am anxious to see their career progress. In the new production of ‘Il Muto’ You will therefore cast Vil as the pageboy, and put Y/n in the role of the Countess. The role for the pageboy is silent which makes my casting, in a world, idea.

I will watch this performance in my normal seat in box five which will be kept empty for me, should these commands be ignored; a disaster beyond your imagination will occur.

I remain, Gentleman, your faithful obedient servant,

O.G”

“Its all a ploy to help Y/n!” At this point, Vil was fed up with the occurring offenses against his career. Angry, he began to march off with Rook hastily following behind his Queen. Attempting to coo and calm the poor Highness with words of adorations and promising that he is still the fairest of them all. Azul, Floyd and Jade were urgent in rushing after their star as well, trying their best to soothe their star in hopes of making him stay to perform Il Muto for the crowd of fans that wanted to hear him sing.

“Your public needs you.” Jade stated out smoothly, smiling at him.

“We need you too!” Azul rushed out quickly which made Vil turn to him, burning hot coals within his lilac eyes as he glared down Azul.

“Would you rather not have your precious little Ingenue?” Vil hissed out, eyes squinting down at the certain octo-mer who could only clear his throat and straighten out his back.

“No, the world wants you.” Azul stated out with certainty as they brought back their star into the opera house. Dressing him up in the finest of all silk, offering chocolates, furs and even a new puppy to please their dear Star. Though Vil was merciless as his shoe was removed by Rook Hunt, and a bottle of Champagne was poured into it before getting handed over to Azul who could only cringe at the idea of drinking out of a shoe. Though they needed Vil to stay for them… Bottoms up, as he drank it all quickly and fast.

Soon enough, the night of the performance arrived with much doting and begging for Vil to stay every single day, every single practice. Of course, it was also very fun for Vil to be so close to you considering in this production of Il Muto, you two have to pretend to kiss; Now, he doesn't hate you, but does scold you on how to walk, act, stand- Makes you perfect. You don't know why Vil is so hard on you, well actually; you think you do. Afterall, you did take his role in the play Hannibal. Perhaps that's why he works you to the bone every single day? Who knows.

The audience laughs, claps and cheers for certain moments within it. Of course, Vil is the star and you? The potato. The Spudling. The role with no voice. It felt like all of it was going too fast, but perhaps that was a good thing for you- After that night with the Phantom, everything has seemed like a blur. Sebek and Silver were the ones to ground you (with Lilia’s council to do so) and making sure you were aware of all situations around you; Especially keeping Leona away from you.

Throwing off your disguise as being a maid, you could only look at Vil as you remembered your posture and fixed it under his hard gaze, with a loud fwoop! From his fan, you two leaned together to pretend to kiss as Vil smirked at you. You were always so priceless, how he adored his little spudling of a potato. You could stare at the initmmidating actor with a sweatdrop rolling down your forehead as you couldnt keep your gazes locked together. Luckily for you, the time has passed enough for you two to pull away only for you to take a few steps back in fear as you looked up and saw him.

“Did I not instruct that box five was to be kept empty?” The voice rang out loudly from above the chandelier, and you already knew who it was. Your Angel of Music, the Phantom of The Opera…

“It's him, the Phantom of the Opera… He's here…” You whispered out in shock, breathless as you kept your gaze up at the form retreating back into the wall filled with cherubs and clouds. As much as Vil didn't want to scold you, the book forced the words out from his mouth as his gaze hardened upon your form, a sneer coming from him.

“Your part is silent, little potato.” Vil seethed out as he walked off to the side as Azul and Jade were calming the crowd, Floyd didn't want to currently as he was dozing off in his seat at such a boring performance. Hell, teasing Riddle was more exciting than this! Soon enough, Vil was back on stage with you as he glared at you, and you could only lower your gaze into the floor in defeat. No, there was no need to be afraid of your Angel of Music, he is probably just upset that his seat was taken in the one place he could be accepted.

Starting the song over, Vil began to sing until his voice broke into a loud croak, panic flushed through his system but he attempted to remain calm as he continued to sing only for more croaks of frogs to come out from him. Who had used a potion like this upon him?! How dare they! Quickly, Azul and Jade rushed down to the stage as the curtains began to close, leaving a poor stage actor out as Jade and Azul appeared behind the mass of red curtains as the crowd continued to laugh away at Vil’s dismay.

“We are so sorry about that, the play will continue in ten minutes time while the role of the Countess will be played.” Azul started to speak out only for an arm to reach into the curtain, grabbing you by the forearm and pull you out behind the curtains and into the front of the stage in front of all the audience. “By Y/N L/N!” Azul finished as Jade waved you off, rushing you to go get changed.

“But we will now turn your attention to act three, the ballet… The Ballet now!” Jade spoke out quickly and nodded his head as the two of them departed back into the curtains while the stage was getting set up for the ballet. Meanwhile, Malleus was having a hard time sneaking his way out from there, having had a certain pesky little flea following him around the ropes and bridges backstage.

Malleus was patient but only for you, most certainly he would be throwing a tantrum right now, but with his lack of magic he couldn't summon a storm like he usually could. Damn book. Rushing around, the pesky little flea followed him only for Malleus to stop and turn, a feral growl emitting from his throat as puffs of green flames hissed out from the sides of his mouth. This in turn sparked fear into the man as he had now just come to realize that he was following the all too dangerous; The Phantom of The Opera.

The game of cat and mouse was swapped around as Malleus began to chase him down, hissing like a feral beast while down below Sebek and Silver brought their sheeps to the stage. Silver seemed to have ease while guiding his sheep along and Sebek couldn't get his to stop kneeling, as the audience just laughed along at the silly ballet they were performing for them. Lilia was there to help you change as a red rose with a ribbon tied around it was there upon your dresser, greeting you with passion you wouldnt understand just yet.

Flutes played elegantly as the ballet dancers spun and jumped, sheep getting guided along the stage yet there was a hidden strange feeling within the air, tension was rising and Sebek and Silver already knew it was the Young Masters doing. Speaking of which, it would have seemed like the cat had caught its prey and was strangling it tightly, Malleus’ eyes burned with fire as he stared down the man with rage while the man could make half gasped pleas to be let go, yet he had seen too much. Once he was done playing, he pushed the man off with a sinister smile as a noose was certain to break the man's neck if he wasn't already dead.

Screams erupted from the audience and performers- Minus Sebek and Silver who were there to protect the women from getting hit with the dead body swinging around before it was utterly dropped to the floor with a loud THUMP. The audience began to stand up, wishing to leave only for Azul to shout out for them to remain seated that this was only and simply an accident.

Leona was up and running first though, ignoring the urgent cries of people within the theater and Azul’s urgency for people to stay seated, he needed to find you before that damn lizard finds you again. With a small shout coming from him as he felt your hands grab his own, for once in his whole lazy lifetime, worry flashed in his eyes as he followed you up… and Up.. and Up. Until there was no up besides a door as you bursted through it all, you couldn't stop with the adrenaline pumping through you as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

“There is no Phantom of The Opera!” Leona stated out, he knew that there was a murder but you were long gone, how could you have known? As well the Phantom of The Opera was Malleus Draconia, a lizard who got everything he wanted. So he was truthful in his statement but he seemed to swallow his words as he looked at you looking so lost, a plea in your eyes as you looked at your childhood friend. Silence ensued before you spoke once more as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Leona i’ve been there to his world of unending night, to a world where daylight dissolves into darkness… Leona I’ve seen him! Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape from that face so distorted and evil, it was hardly a face in the darkness…” You seemed to pause as your form turned away from Leona, looking over the statues of knights on horses, Angels with their spears and of course, a single grotesque within the corner. A beast upon the innocents.

“But his voice filled my spirit with a strange sweet sound, in that night there was music in my mind! And through music, my soul began to soar!” You stated out, looking around wearily as you seemed within a daze as you remember that night so clearly and barely of the blurred days after it. “And I heard as I never heard before…”

“What you heard was a dream and nothing more…” Leona whispered out, walking towards you only to pause as you turn to him with sadness enveloping in your eyes.

“Yet in his eyes… All the sadness of the world… Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore…” You finished out as you closed your eyes only for your voice to ring out around you from an all too familiar voice, head ducking as tears dripped down your cheeks in uncertainty as Leona seemed pissed at hearing Malleus’ voice echoing, yet he had to calm you down first before chasing after that damn lizard.

“No more talk of darkness- Forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, nothing can harm you, my words will warm and calm you.” Leona started out, hating that he had to sing it all out for you but here he is, singing to calm you as he enveloped your form within his body. “Let me be your freedom. Let daylight dry your tears. I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.” Leona finished out, pulling away slightly to bring his large hand up, callused and rough from being the Savannah but you didn't seem to mind as his thumb brushed away any tears that seemed to escape your shining eyes.

“Say you love me every waking moment. Turn my head with talk of summertime. Say you need me with you now and always, promise me that all you say is true…That's all I ask of you” You responded out in song, a smile spreading from cheek to cheek as you looked up at your childhood best friend. Leona’s heartbeat could only speed up as a small dusting of pink was reaching across his cheeks as he couldnt take his eyes off of you. How dare this book force him to look into your doe-like eyes and force him to sing out his love for you! He has a reputation to upkeep you know!

“Let me be your shelter. Let me be your light. You're safe, no one will find you, your fears are far behind you.” Leona stated out softly to you, yet loud enough just to piss off that Lizard that was hiding behind that grotesque statue, Leona can in fact smell him. He wanted to make that damn lizard jealous. Of what he and you had that Malleus could, in fact, NOT have. Afterall, he was your childhood best friend in this story. Keeping his eyes locked upon yours, a small smile tugging on the corners of his mouth as he looked at you.

“All I want is freedom. A world with no more night. And you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me.” Bringing a hand to cup Leona’s cheek, the tears long gone from your own cheeks as you seemed to look up at him with that unconditional love- After All, you have loved your childhood best friend and even after he was there to support you after your fathers death- you had never stopped loving him after the loss of connection.

“Then say you'll share with me. One love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude.” Leona started out, bold and loudly just to keep pissing off Malleus. He could hear the sound of nails scratching into stone, so whatever he was doing was indeed pissing him off. Afterall, Leona couldn't deny his soul and heart anymore, he truly did love you and wanted only you to be his Queen back at his home. “Say you need me with you here, beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too… Y/n, that's all I ask of you.”

“Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you.” You continued as you felt him pull you closer, not knowing of the presence begging, almost pleading on his hands and knees for you to stop singing with Leona. How he needed you, wanted you, for the seven! He loves you! He needed you to stop singing with his rival as he could feel his heart ripping apart slowly. Yet, like Lovers intertwined in loves duet, you continued.

“Share each day with me each night, each morning! Love me, that's all I ask of you” You couldn’t help yourself as Leona’s left hand cupped your cheek, bringing you closer to him as you felt a flurry of emotions setting through you and coursing through your body. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he was clear to dip his head enough to press a well deserved, needed and cherished kiss upon your lips. Oh, how Leona waited years for this moment, and at least, he finally has it. He finally had a stroke of luck and the universe had gifted you unto him. Though it wasnt over just yet, feeling you pull away and lock gazes with him with that same doe look, he was head over heels.

“Say you love me…” You whispered out, a silent plea that he would, but he had one better than saying the words and that would slap Malleus in the face hard.

“You know I do.” He whispered back out to you, a smug smirk upon his face as he looked upon your face, filled with all sorts of beauty as the frost of the air nips at both of your cheeks. Though, it could also just be that he is a fantastic kisser, yet he shall keep his pride down just for this sweet, tender moment between you two.

“Anywhere you go, let me go too!” You both sang out once more, hugging each other even tighter if that was possible. Leona’s hand was still cupping your cheek while the other rested upon your hip, at the same time your arms were wrapped around his neck.

“Love me… That's all I ask of you…” With another kiss sealing the deal, you were quicker to pull away this time, excitement coursing through your veins as you were officially being courted by your childhood crush. Your now real and extremely smug lover now.

“Order your fine horses, be with them at the door. And soon, you’ll always be beside me. Be there to guard and to guide me..” You were quick to speak, ready to get out the door as quickly as you could. To get away from the Phantom, your Opera House life, away from everyone. The door shut with a soft click, but it was deafeningly loud for Malleus as he stepped out from behind the stone only to find the sweet rose you left behind. Had you had this on your person this entire time?

“I gave you my music… Made your song take wing… And now, how you’ve repaid me.. Denied me and betrayed me..” With a shaky voice, he knelt down as he could feel the tears pricking the edges of his eyes, picking up the rose he had gifted to you.

“He was bound to love you when he heard you sing… Oh Y/n…” He shook as a few tears dripped down his mask onto the snow covered floor as he could hear your love song with Leona echoing within his mind. Oh, how he seethed. How he raged. How lonely he is… Sadness just as quick as it had arrived swooped into anger.

“You will curse the day you did not do,

All that the Phantom asked of you!”

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