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Inukag Week 2023: Day 2: Possession

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It wasn’t until Kagome had met and spent a lot of time with Inuyasha that she realized how lucky she was growing up. Sure, she had known she had a good homelife, a loving family, and a future to look forward to.

Inuyasha had nothing but the clothes on his back and the chips on his shoulder.

The first time Inuyasha curled up and fell asleep on her bed, Kagome wanted to let him stay there forever. He seemed to just melt into the soft comforter, his face relaxing off the harshness that normally sat there. He seemed to just be a normal teenage boy in that moment, rather than the harsh and difficult half-demon he was when he was awake.

If Kagome could have given him that peace for the rest of his life, she would have in a heartbeat.

But as with everything, it came to an end that he was sleeping peacefully and quietly on that bed and the real world came knocking and demanded they return to the quest that engulfed their every moment.

The desire to give him everything didn’t disappear with the morning sun, however.

At some point, Inuyasha had become very comfortable with seizing anything and everything of hers and using to his own means. Sleeping bag? Now his for sitting on when camping outside until she made him get off for her to sleep. Books? A source of entertainment (sometimes kindling) for when he wanted to annoy her. Clothes? Those worked great for drying off or wiping sweat off his face, even if they were still on her body and he was just flat out rubbing his forehead on her. Shoes? Ah, perfect for throwing at the crows that gathered on Kaede’s roof. Fifty-fifty if he got them down without her having to ask him.

Kagome found herself specifically looking for things they could share. He had a favorite pair of chopsticks that once were hers, so she got another set. His long hair required softer elastic band on hair ties, so she got scrunchies and clips for them to use when bathing. He preferred open-mouth water bottles to straws, so she got rid of her original one to get a big one they could share.

There was a time when she would have been mortified at the thought of sharing every single thing in her life, but just like how Inuyasha had melded into her bed that night, they blended together.

What was hers was his, and vice versa.

It was so natural after a while, that not even having it pointed out to them would cause them to blush or deny it.

“Less to carry if we share more.” Kagome had said once to Kaede as Inuyasha chugged the entirety of the very large water jug. “It just makes sense.”

Shippo had all of his own things, so it perhaps didn’t actually make sense. She carried a special water bottle, utensils, pillow, soap, crayons, and just about anything else for the little boy. It was the same for Miroku and Sango, who each had their own designated items in her pack.

It was just Inuyasha that she shared everything with.

Soon physical possessions weren’t just the only thing the two teens shared. Inuyasha started to share her successes at school and joined in on studying with her, despite not finding much use for it. It helped her a lot to have another person to talk to, even if it was just grunting red clad boy who knew nothing about theoretical math.

Miroku had tried to help her study, and he was great for history and religious topics, however laying on her stomach next to a lounging half-demon seemed to be the best way for her to work through math equations.

Tapping his shoulder, Kagome commanded his attention to her homework. “Is that a three or eight?” The dim lighting from the fire prevented her from being able to fully make it out. She could if she scooted closer, but it was more convenient to take advantage of Inuyasha’s better eyesight. He drew an eight in the air with his finger.

“To the power of eight?!” Kagome collapsed onto her arm in exasperation. “How am I supposed to figure that out?”

“Write it out.” Inuyasha had no idea what a power of eight was, but he knew what he was supposed to say when the numbers came out. Mama Higurashi had taught him.

Sighing loudly, Kagome rearranged herself onto her elbows and started writing out the equation. Inuyasha felt a surge of pride at being helpful to her, even if he had no idea how it all worked. He didn’t quite get why she was so certain she needed school, but if it was important to her, it was important to him to.

After all, they shared everything.

Including hopes and dreams, he realized one day when in a heated spat with Miroku over Kagome. He had pressed about their future together, insinuating that they should just hurry up and get married. He and Sango had to wait after all, until the curse was lifted, but no such restrictions were on Kagome and Inuyasha.

Inuyasha had huffed and snarled out, “She wants to go to high school. It’s important to her to graduate.”

Miroku had a blank look cross his face. “What does that mean, exactly?” the monk asked.

Inuyasha felt a sense of embarrassment overcome him. He didn’t know exactly what it meant to graduate. “It means…” he scrambled for words. “…she’s finished her school.”

“What’s next for her?”

Inuyasha wanted to strangle the man walking alongside him to fetch water for Kaede. “She wants to finish school and…” his jaw worked hard as he processed if he wanted to tell Miroku what he knew or what. For some reason, the thought that it might deter further questions. “Have a career and raise dogs. Maybe get married but that’s not important to her.”

Miroku nodded as if he understood. Clearly, he did not. “What is a career?”

“Something you do until you’re old.” Souta’s basic explanation was all he knew of the topic.

“Like being a priestess?” Miroku’s eyes wandered over to look at Inuyasha’s profile. It was bright red.

Inuyasha huffed loudly. Miroku took that as a yes, so he continued to prod. “What’s this about dogs?”

“Dogs are her favorite animal and she wants to have a bunch when she’s older.” Inuyasha answered without thinking. “It’s not common to have a lot of dogs, but with the shrine grounds, she can, so she wants to rescue them from living on the street or bad homes.”

Miroku paused for a moment, calculating his next question. “Like how she rescued you?”

Inuyasha stopped walking suddenly, causing the monk to get just a few paces ahead. Miroku tried to gauge if he had gone a step too far. Inuyasha seemed frozen eyes straight ahead for what felt like forever, and Miroku was just about to tell Inuyasha to forget his comment and change topics when Inuyasha spoke.

“Yeah.”

Miroku finally turned his body to look at his friend and see a softness cross his features. He started walking again forward, quietly whispering, “Except this time, we’re going to do the rescuing together.”

Because, after all, they shared far more than just possessions.

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tiredpandaportfolio · 9 months

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Idle thoughts about how I write the Sparda boys.

I worked on this while waiting for BG3 to come out and forgot to post it.

I want to ramble a little about how I personally write them, what my particular headcanons are for them. Because some of my takes differ from the official canon and they certainly might differ from the way other people perceive them.

And you know what? That’s fine. Everyone’s HC is valid. We might not accept someone else’s HC within the confines of our own, because it doesn’t line up with what we’re writing for ourselves, but it’s possible to like someone else’s take because it’s different from yours. So here’s how I write certain topics. You can ask me about others, if you’d like.

Height and Body Shape

They are truly, stupidly tall. It runs in the family. It’s a bane for their more vertically-challenged colleagues. Like, none of them is below the 6′2″ mark, not even V who is a beanpole. And with the exception of V, they’re all quite broad in the shoulderts too, they all have trouble finding clothes that fit right.

Dante is easily the most ‘buff’ of them, with Nero looking like he’ll head that direction, but he probably won’t get that stupid big. Dante’s years of hard life and constant fighting have had an effect on his physique. He’s aware that it’s appealing and he’s got enough vanity to flaunt it, when he can. Ironically, he doesn’t always take care of his appearance. Nero on the other hand, sort of does, but only because Kyrie hounds him. Most of the time he prefers to be very casual. He tries to cut his own hair, but Kyrie has to fix it for him every time, which is why it ends up so short.

Dante’s cheap ass also cuts his own hair but at least he’s learned to do it decently well.

Vergil is the most svelte, he has the physique of a dancer... which is ironic considering he hates dancing (or so he tells himself). He is very particular about his appearance and doesn’t really like change. That’s why he always looks like he’s been wearing the same exact clothes for years and years, a fact Dante will rib him about any chance he gets. Of the twins, Vergil gets the most irritated when someone says he and Dante look alike.

And yes, Vergil is the tallest of the three but he can hardly flex on it because Dante simply looks larger by dint of being buff. It frustrates him.

Teeth

Dante and Vergil have noticeable fangs, have had them since their baby teeth fell out, which was much earlier than normal kids. They used to freak out other children, further alienating them from others. They absolutely used to bite each other whenever they got into fights.

As they got older Dante, at least, made an effort to speak without flashing them constantly and has sort of trained himself to keep them from view. Vergil, on the other hand, responded by becoming the taciturn, aloof idiot we know and love, only ever speaking freely when he was around Dante. Now, after all he’s been through, he’s simply entirely unbothered if people notice he has fangs or not. He only gets annoyed if they start to pry.

Nero’s also got ‘em, they’re just smaller and more blunt. They were not very visible when he was little and overall, got picked on more regarding his hair color and his terrible temper.

They all absolutely bare their fangs when they’re agitated or angry, but Dante will also bare them when he’s in his impish mood because he knows it unsettles others. He’s showing off and he doesn’t care. It’s most egregious when he yawns.

Senses

They have very sharp senses and an acute sense of their surroundings. Dante and Nero’s superior marksmanship is directly related to their excellent eyesight. Vergil, considering what he’s been through, has found that his eyes are very photosensitive now, which is why he avoids strong sunlight whenever he can. His eyesight is as good as ever, but he’s taken to using reading glasses only when reading, to try and prevent headaches from small print.

They all have a very developed sense of smell but of the three, Dante is the most experienced in using his senses to track things, particularly demons. He’s especially responsive to the smell of blood and has tracked down demons simply by following the stink of spilled blood in their wake. He also (unfortunately) has the strongest reaction to the smell of witch blood.

Amusingly, these sharp senses mean the boys are very particular about their hygiene. They regularly get absolutely covered in filth and while they may tolerate it and look unbothered, they really do want to get clear of the excitement so they can get rid of the smell.

How Demonic Are They?

A loaded question with no simple answer. Nero is the easiest to dissect; he is more human than demon. He feels that way and his behavior isn’t really that different or alienating, most of the time. His bad temper and eagerness to fight are entirely human flaws, something that comes from his personality and his upbringing rather than any demonic instinct. He has an easier time resisting such inclinations. Heck, he’ll resist the urge to throw down and fight if he thinks it’s a bad idea -- doesn’t happen often but it does.

Vergil and Dante are another story. The demon blood is far too strong in them. But so is the human will. The twins are caught in the crossfire of their two sides constantly fighting. Sometimes one dominates, sometime the other. Vergil was the first to embrace the demonic nature, but he did so by discarding his humanity. He did not try to come to a compromise with himself because, to his detriment, until recently Vergil did not compromise on anything. Dante went the other way, resisting and even denying his demonic side for so long that Vergil had to force it out. Even then, Dante resisted it and had to learn to compromise. It’s only recently he’s come to accept what he really is and what being half-demon truly means.

The twins are heavily influenced by the demonic side of them, their behavior affected in various ways. They both desire to be the dominant presence in any space; Vergil pathologically cannot allow anything less, while Dante can compromise. Dante is more prone to picking petty fights just to see where everyone stands, Vergil places too much value on his dignity and won’t lower himself to anyone’s level (unless it’s Dante). Vergil’s desires are more intensely focused on power and control, which is ironically very human of him, while Dante is an unapologetic hedonist when he allows himself to cut loose. They both pursue their desires with a single-mindedness that clearly isn’t human. Of the two, Dante is arguably the more ‘feral’ as, again, Vergil puts too much value on his dignity and honor.

Both twins are prone to displaying some demonic characteristics when they are particualrly agitated, but Dante is by far the worse of the two. He’s prone to growling when he’s irritated or particularly pleased, maybe even purr, and more likely to flash his teeth and allow his eyes to turn demonic when he’s angry. And of course, he will never let a challenge go un-answered.

Devil Trigger and Powers

For the twins, their demonic forms are part and parcel of who they are. If pressed, Dante might grimace and then try to describe it like a cloak: he just pulls it around his shoulders and over his head and that’s it, he’s suddenly a demon. But it’s still him, no matter what demonic instincts might insert themselves in his behavior. Vergil might disagree and insist the demon form is who they really are, but he has repeatedly proven himself wrong. He does agree on the cloak comparison, though.

The base demonic forms and the Sin Devil Trigger are two different states; the base form is the one they both use the most, as the SinDT requires a lot more power and a considerably agitated mental state to maintain. They both have upper limits to how long they can stay in demon form before they start to feel some side effects, such as lethargy and loss of control. They both have this ingrained belief that they don’t “need” the DT and only use it in a pinch, because they don’t want to depend on it and treat it as a crutch.

The base form makes them taller, bit over 7′ and considerably bulkier, which the SDT doubles down on, being over 8′ tall and really bulky. The SDT is much harder to control, even for Vergil, and they both act much more aggressively while in that state. The base form is retains some human characteristics; namely, they can speak coherently in it and their hands are still able to manipulate things outside of weapons without breaking them.

Anyone even remotely sensitive to the supernatural finds it very hard to be around them, they give off an oppressive amount of demonic power that serves that purpose: to intimidate anything weaker than themselves. They can double down on it at will as a form of intimidation-- or a direct challenge. To any allies with any amount of sensitivity, like Trish or Tess, this is not a pleasant experience.

Though both of them have wings, the twins are almost embarassingly bad fliers. They can hover and fly in straight lines with a considerable amount of speed, but anything requiring even a bit of finesse is rather beyond them. They’re simply too large and their wings too unwieldy for precision flight.

Nero experiences the demonic form a bit differently. His early experience with it felt like an extension of his arm, not quite part of him. Since the Qliphoth crisis though, he now agrees on the cloak comparison but to him the form is still a tool. He doesn’t quite identify with it, yet. He thinks this might be why it took him so long to embrace it fully. He’s the most coherent and clear-headed in DT of the three and though his huge claws make him clumsy regarding anything requiring delicacy, he can compensate with the extra arms. Funny enough, his body size changes the least out of the three. He’s threatened to brain Dante if he ever jokes that Nero is “the runt” of the family ever again.

Ocassionally, the presence of too much infernal power, or overwhelming emotion might cause them to shift partially or completely. This is a problem all three of them have, and Vergil is the one with the finer control. Dante and Nero are too prone to their own emotions.

Sleeping Habits

They’re kind of like lions in a sense; they tend to conserve their energy for when they need it. At least, that’s what Dante would have everyone believe (no, he’s not just lazy, shush). But, sleep is a fair-weather friend to both twins; neither of them sleeps fully through the night, they both prefer to sleep in short bursts whenever they feel safe and comfortable. Dante has the easiest time falling asleep, while Vergil power naps rather than sleeps deeply. Night terrors and nightmares are a common problem for them both, even after all these years. Vergil particularly has it worse, as his trauma is still fresh. Dante often finds himself wide awake, staring at the bottom of a whiskey glass and wishing it would knock him out.

Dante and Vergil are nightowls, whereas Nero is the paradoxical early bird, probably because he gets better sleep than they do and goes to sleep earlier because... well, he’s got three kids. He’s very “up and at ‘em” first thing in the morning. He sort of needs things to do or he gets restless and when Nero gets restless, trouble starts brewing. It’s best to keep him distracted and give him something to do to wear him out just so he can get through the day in peace and then sleep at night.

He’s absolutely not allowed to have energy drinks or caffeine.

Dante tends to sleep in his clothes but ocassionally he’ll go sleep in just his undies when he’s feeling tired and secure enough to do so. He spreads and takes over the bed. Mostly sleeps on his back.

Vergil is the opposite, hates sleeping in his clothes. He’ll go to extreme lengths to ensure he’s safe and undisturbed before he commits to a long, deep sleep, and he likes to wear something comfortable. He tends to sleep curled up, with his back against a wall.

Nero sleeps on his stomach, face almost buried in a pillow if he can. He likes to wear shorts and a T-shirt. Gets hot easily and kicks covers away.

Socializing

It’s debatable that any of the three know what this even means but Nero is easily the most well-adjusted to society. He might be a menace and the fightiest, most stubborn person in the world, but generally speaking, when people aren’t antagonizing him, he’s the easiest to get along with. He’s actually aware that his attitude and even his appearance can put people off and his time as a soldier of the Order has taught him some discipline. Plus it helps that Kyrie has asked him, very nicely, to be nicer to people. And he generally is, he manages quite well when nobody is aggravating him, so long as he keeps his temper in check... which is easier said than done.

Dante has been out in society the longest, but for the most part, he’s been interacting with the seedy underbelly the most and he does have an attitude problem. He’s kind of blunt, crass and irritating even at the best of times. It started as a coping mechanism but now he’s grown into the mask so much that he has a hard time letting go of it when relating to others. He does have moments where he’ll willingly drop the act, though. He’s not heartless, if he feels someone wants to talk to him seriously he might stay a bit snarky, but he won’t go out of his way to give them a hard time, and he certainly won’t be a dick to someone in distress, as long as they don’t piss him off. Dante being serious is a good sign of two things: Either he’s taking a situation seriously, or he’s actually angry and ready to end you.

Vergil is easily the most maladjusted and unsociable of the three. He’s never liked people but at the same time, he’s never made an effort to. He’s spent too long either thinking almost exclusively in terms of power, or caught in a web of torture, brainwashing and death. Vergil doesn’t exactly dislike people, he’s mostly indifferent but he just can’t trust anybody. Dante may keep people at arm’s length, but Vergil would rather keep them at the end of his sword. He’s too used to responding with violence, verbal or otherwise. The way things are now, though, he’s going to have to learn to live with at least some people. He’ll always be an unsociable bastard but if he hopes to stay sane, he’ll have to let some people in. He’s never going to tire of fighting with Dante and Nero but at least now he can start to talk to them. He’s always going to keep others at a distance, but at least he’s learning to be a bit more civil, so long as nobody provokes him.

Relationship With Each Other

In one word, difficult. At best. They may have come to some sort of understanding, but they don’t necessasirily have reason to be particularly fond of each other. Fighting is, for better or for worse, the most prevalent and natural form of expression for beings like them. They can’t help themselves. Dante and Vergil actively enjoy trying to tear each others’ heads off even after they’ve sort of made peace with each other. Nero is less about the kill and more about the “shut up” and wanting to prove himself.

I don’t believe that Nero, at least, can so easily let go of his anger, either about being attacked in his own home, his safe haven and having his arm ripped off, or the fact that for years Dante lied to him by ommission. He’s salty and will probably stay really salty for a long time. He’s not exactly like them, he’s learned other ways to related to others than fighting and he certainly doesn’t want them anywhere near the people he deems the most precious to him. Not the way they are. He’s sympathetic, but still too angry.

Vergil has much more serious issues to work through, about Dante and Nero. In regards to the latter, he’s yet to stomach that Nero is his son, but this has rather piqued his curiosity about him, though deep down he knows they probably should stay out of each others’ lives for the moment, for each other’s sake. He wants to fight Nero again, to really test him, and test himself against the kid. But he has enough sense to respect that they’ve both been through enough for the time being. He’s much more eager to fight with Dante and as much as he likes their spars... there is a definite tinge of anger. Dante did technically kill him and has been a thorn in his side forever. What Vergil doesn’t really understand is how much their past friction has cost Dante. This is partly Dante’s fault; as much as Vergil thinks he knows him, Dante’s facade has partly succeeded too well. He doesn’t believe Dante regrets anything, and he’s convinced himself that he doesn’t regret anything, either.

But the fact of the matter is, both of them regret a lot of things. Dante is, in fact, a slave to regret and guilt. He blames himself for the start of it all, he blames himself for surviving and for never being able to stop Vergil or pull him out of his spiral, because was spiralling too. And above all, he blames himself for killing Vergil, back on Mallet island. Dante has never made it obvious to others how much that whole thing broke him. He doubled down of his facade since then and he doesn’t care if it made him insufferable, so long as he didn’t show how much that messed him up. He’s lived with that weight since then. He’s glad that Vergil is alive but he’s not allowing himself to savor it. He still wants to fight Vergil, to give him a reason to stay and not go and do something even more stupid. He is hiding from the fact that he’s surprisingly okay with the fact that his brother nearly brought about the end of the world.

In their own broken away, they love each other. Dante is struggling to find ways to help Vergil integrate into society without But Dante is probably the only one of the two with an inkling at how unhealthy their current relationship is. For them and for the people around them.

Physical Affection

This is kind of a weird one for them. So much of their interactions with each other and with others has been dominated by fighting, to the point where they’re all sort of hard-wired for it. Fighting is the Sparda love language, in a twisted kind of sense. It takes conscious effort from them to fall away from it.

Nero has the easiest time, given that he’s not as slave to the demonic instinct as the twins. He’s had time to develop human social skills and he has people he loves enough to be affectionate towards. Nero loves hugs, kisses and cuddling but he saves them almost exclusively for Kyrie and the boys. The boy is down bad and honestly, who can blame him? Kyrie is a delight. He’s usually a bit standoffish with others, but once someone becomes close to him, such as Nico, he’s a lot more expressive. High-fives, fist bumps, excited hugs and friendly nudges are common with Nero. He won’t usually initiate the hugs but if they come at him, he’ll take ‘em. He likes playing and roughousing with the boys and can spend hours absolutely rolling on the floor with them.

Vergil doesn’t like being touched, which is completely understandable, after everything he’s been through. He’s like a feral cat who just wants to be left alone. The majority of his physical contact with others, even his twin, has been violent. It wasn’t always like this, but even as a kid Vergil didn’t really like being touched much, a fact Dante could never really get through his head. But he tolerated it better back then because he still cared about the family he had. Now he’s in no position to accept physical affection, let alone initiate it. Fighting is the closest thing he can handle but deep down, there is a yearning. He misses that physical contact he did get, though he won’t ever admit it to himself. If he ever works through most of his inner demons and Dante were to ever just hug him... Vergil might crack. He would probably reciprocate. But he’s just not prepared to cross that bridge, yet. Right now, even a handshake is a big ask.

Dante is the most comfortable with physical expression, of the three. As a kid he was the most clingy to Eva, and one of the reasons he constantly bugged Vergil was to get some kind of affection from him. As an adult, he can finally read the room if someone isn’t up for it, unless he’s specifically using it as a way to aggravate people. He too is way too used to fighting as a go-to way to be in contact with others, but he’s also learned to just be affectionate without violence, though he still kept others at a bit of a distance. Finding himself in a relationship actually brought out a lot of his older affectionate nature, though he’s still figuring himself out. Once he got comfortable with Tess, touching definitely became a huge part of his love language and he’s delighted that she allows him to do so--even if he invades her personal space often. Grabbing her hand, smooth one-armed hugs and full hugs, getting and giving kisses--up to being something of a ‘bear trap’ should he be allowed to big spoon. He’s only like this with her, to the point where if she mentions it to others, she gets really strange looks from them.

Vergil’s kind of grateful that she is the target of most of his affection at the moment. It means Dante is much less likely to annoy him.

Sexuality, Gender and Orientation

I write all three of them as cis males.

Nero is Kyriesexual and Kyrieromantic. That’s it. He’s a simp. It’s kind of embarrassing, really. But still, who can blame him?

Vergil is probably demi-sexual and demi-romantic and just so incredibly picky and difficult that he may as well be a brick wall. He just detests everyone equally.

Dante likes to pretend he’s an unbothered hedonist who could and would do anyone, but let’s be real, he’s just one giant bisexual or possibly pansexual disaster and a hopeless romantic. He’s a dumbass, above all else. Don’t let him fool you into believing otherwise. And despite what street cred he’d like to have, he’s actually loyal.

It’s a bit of a mystery exactly how he got Tess to like him enough to date him, though.

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thoughtfulbearpanda · 1 year

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bree/sel drabble #2

Sel jolts awake, gasping for breath. He quickly sits up, searching his surroundings.

“Easy,” a familiar voice says. Sel turns to find William seated in a chair next to him, a tired smile gracing his face. Sel sputters, searching his surroundings for the one person that he wanted to see.

“Where’s-”

Williams sighs before shifting to the side to reveal Bree passed out on the bed across from him. Sel stops breathing. His mouth opens and closes.

“Is she..”

“She’s stable” William assures, sounding as if he couldn’t believe it himself. Sel nods his head mechanically, his eyes never straying from Bree’s face. Her face looked sunken. There are dark bags under her eyes and her skin looks more ashen in color instead of the vibrant toffee he’s come to love.

“What happened Will?”

“You passed out as soon as we got there,” William shakes his head, “for a second I thought neither of you would make it.”

Sel can hear the fear in William’s voice. He knows he should say something, but he can bring himself to tear his eyes from Bree’s still form; afraid that she’ll disappear if he dares take his eyes off her for a second. There’s movement in the corner of Sel’s eyes and feels William place a hand on his shoulder. William squeezes his shoulder.

“Selwyn,” Sel forces himself to meet William’s gaze. His eyes are stern but gentle, understanding. “You saved her life. If it was not for you she wouldn’t be here right now”

Selwyn nods. A muscle in his jaw ticks. He knows William is right but with another glance at Bree’s lifeless body, he doesn’t know if he believes him.

William retracts his hand and stands, “I would tell you to get some rest but I know you won’t so try to take it easy, okay?”

Sel nods. William looks between Sel and Bree, a curious glint in his eyes before making his way to the door. Just before he crosses the threshold, William pauses and turns.

“How did you do it?”

They both know what he means, but the reality of it is still hard to decipher. Without removing his gaze from Bree’s face, Sel gives the most honest answer he can give.

“I don’t know”

** ** **

Sel watches the steady rise and fall of Bree’s chest. William left a while ago after making him promise that he won’t overexert himself. The look William gave him before he left told Sel that their conversation was far from over. There are so many questions yet so little answers. If he was being completely honest with himself, Sel had questions of his own.

He takes the time to study Bree’s face, something he has to deny himself in presence of other company. His eyes trace the ebony curls framing her forehead, to the gentle slope of her nose, he pauses at the plump of her full lips where he stares for a beat too long. He licks his own lips before allowing his eyes to continue their trek. His gaze stops at the slender column of her throat and he swallows at the sight of a vein peeking underneath the skin. Sel feels the tingling of his fangs underneath his lip. Despite his better judgment Sel leans forward, presses his nose to the column of her throat, and inhales.

A sigh of relief escapes him. She’s alive. Breathing. Healing. Because of him.

Sel leans back so he can watch her beautiful face. He never thought he would be here. This woman, this smart, courageous, beautiful woman dropped into life and had managed to worm her way into his heart. And he almost lost her today. The second her aether armor faded, Sel felt his heart stop. There was so much blood. The light in her chocolate brown eyes ws fading by the second. Time was running out. Sel felt like he was fading. In that moment, he didn’t care about his Oaths, or the Lines, or even Nick. All he cared about was her.

His King.

His cariad.

His Briana.

His duty be damned. Truth be told he did not know how he did what did or if it would even work. His only concern was finding a way to keep her alive. In those moments, when he felt like he was going to lose her at any moment. It was in those seconds, when he watched as her eyes fell shut and he could hear the slowing of her heartbeat, it was then when Sel realized how much Bree has his heart; in that moment, he realized that Bree has him wrapped around her pretty little fingers. And as he watches her now, he can’t help but acknowledge the truth: he would do anything for her. He would do anything to keep her alive, even if it meant sacrificing himself and everything he knew in the process.

Briana Matthews has his heart. She had it since the moment they met, he just didn’t know it then. But the truth settles into his chest, as clear as day. The reality of it should shock him, scare him. Instead, it comforts him. The truth of his feelings settles over him like a warm blanket and he welcomes it, embraces it.

Sel raises his hand and softly brushes a few curls from Bree’s forehead. Sel’s lips lift into a soft smile as he drinks her in.

I'm in love with you, Briana Matthews

Before he questions it, Sel leans forward one last time and presses a gentle, light kiss to her forehead. Hear in the quiet, away from prying eyes, Sel voices the question he’s been pondering since the moment they met.

“What did you do to me, Briana Matthews?”

#briana matthews #selwyn kane #selbree #bree x sel #legendborn #bloodmarked #tracy deonn #panda writes

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perfectlypanda · 1 year

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The Geography of the South Pole in AtLA vs. the Graphic Novels

Of the many inconsistencies between Avatar: the Last Airbender, and the graphic novels, there is a particular bit of world building that always bothers me; the geography of the South Pole.

In the first two episodes of AtLA, the viewer is introduced to the South Pole at almost peak summer. Sokka makes a reference to this when he first meets Aang:

Sokka: Giant light beams, flying bison, airbenders … I think I got midnight sun madness. I'm going home to where stuff makes sense.

“Midnight sun” is a term that describes how during the summer months places north of the Arctic Circle or south of the Antarctic Circle experience consecutive 24 hour periods of sunlight (so the sun is still out even though it’s midnight). From Sokka’s dialogue, it is explicitly summer.

The two part episode “The Winter Solstice” takes place over episodes 7 and 8 of the first season, and occurs some weeks following the opening episode. It’s important to note that this refers to the winter solstice in the northern hemisphere, where the Gaang is at the time. Thus, the summer solstice is simultaneously occurring for the southern hemisphere.

Why spend time establishing that at the start of the series, the South Pole is experiencing the middle of their summer? Well, because it’s important you understand that the version of the South Pole we see is the South Pole at its warmest. At its warmest, Katara and Sokka go fishing surrounded by massive icebergs, snow and ice completely cover the ground, and the Southern Water Tribe has a wall and several buildings made entirely from snow.

Continues after the cut.

The Water Tribes were inspired by different indigenous peoples in and around the Arctic Circle. However, the real world northern regions where many of these people live do see true, if brief, periods of summer where there is snow and ice melt. What does this mean? Well, it means plants can grow. And trees if you get below the tree line.

Even at the peak of summer, no exposed land is visible at the AtLA South Pole. So unless AtLA has special plants that can grow in literal ice or snow (and can somehow pollinate without major pollinators like bugs…), that means that the South Pole cannot support traditional plant life. More importantly though, the South Pole cannot support trees. Trees have roots that need to be able to dig into soil. Soil that is not visible even in the summer in the South Pole, so even if soil does exist under all that ice and snow it’s going to be too frozen for roots to be able to take purchase.

That the ice and snow cover is permanent year round is further be backed up by how the Southern Water Tribe disabled a Fire Nation ship back in Hama’s youth… and it’s still frozen in that same ice some 70 decades later. If that area got warm enough for the ice and snow to melt, the ship would have shifted, and likely been damaged or destroyed by the ice expanding and contracting against it for years.

Which is why, from almost the very start, the graphic novel North and South is inconsistent with the worldbuilding established in AtLA:

It’s a stretch how much wood is seen in the modern buildings in the *new* South Pole, but the use of wood in so much of the building materials could maybe be explained as part of the industrialization of the South Pole, with lumber being imported. It would be a ridiculous amount of lumber to import but... *suspension of disbelief*

Buuuuut the trees on the other hand…

These trees cannot exist in the version of the South Pole as depicted in AtLA. In order for these trees to exist, the parts of the South Pole near where the Southern Water Tribe is would have to get warm enough for the soil to thaw for trees to take root (AND have soil somewhere underneath all that ice and snow). As we established, even in the middle of summer, the ground is still completely covered by ice and snow. And North and South depicts scenes in both daytime and nighttime so we aren’t even seeing the South Pole in summer when it would be its warmest.

It wouldn’t have been hard to be consistent with the worldbuilding of the South Pole. The Rise of Kyoshi by F. C. Yee shows that someone can pay attention to the original show’s worldbuilding, and make it work.

In the first act of The Rise of Kyoshi, Kyoshi accompanies a group that is going to negotiate with the Fifth Nation (a massive sea fleet led by a Southern Water Tribe pirate called Tagaka).

In their negotiations, Tagaka agrees to release the captives she has taken from the Earth Kingdom. Why?

“The captives are useless to me anyway. … Out of a thousand people or more, not one was a passable carpenter. I should have known better. I needed to go after people who live among tall trees, not driftwood.”

Yun frowned. “You want… carpenters?” he said cautiously.

She glanced at him, as if she were surprised he was still there. “Boy, let me teach you a little fact about the pirate trade. Our power is measured in ships. We need timber and craftsmen who know how to work it. Building a proper navy is a generational effort. My peaceable cousins in the South Pole have a few heirloom sailing cutters but otherwise have to make do with seal-skin canoes. They’ll never create a large, long-range war fleet because they simply don’t have the trees.”

Tagaka turned and loomed over the table. “So, yes,” she said, fixing him with her gaze. “I want carpenters and trees and a port of my own to dock in so I can increase the size of my forces.” (RoK, 93)

The Southern Water Tribe doesn’t have carpenters because they don’t have trees. There are some wooden ships but just “a few heirloom sailing cutters”. That they are “heirloom” boats reinforces the idea that, although the Southern Water Tribe can get some wood (likely through trade or sale), it is not something they have readily available, so things made from wood are precious.

Whenever the Southern Water Tribe warriors are depicted in AtLA, their ships do utilize wood. But not all SWT boats do. For example, in the first episode, Katara and Sokka are in a boat that looks to be of stretched hide and bone (maybe a “seal-skin canoe” like Tagaka mentions). The only parts that might be wood are the seats (which… okay).

So the idea that the Southern Water Tribe has some wooden ships, but that they are the most valuable ones, works with the AtLA canon because it makes sense that the warriors would take the best ships that the tribe has available.

(Admittedly, there are a couple background moments in AtLA that are a bit inexplicable. For example, in one shot in 1.02 there’s a woman holding what appears to be a bundle of firewood before a fire. We’ve seen the surrounding landscape. It’s not like she could just go take a short walk and collect kindling, so where did it come from...?)

But to circle this back to the bigger issue of the inconsistency between the worldbuilding in AtLA and the graphic novels - changing the environment of the South Pole also changes what resources are available, and what conditions the Southern Water Tribe would have to adapt to and survive. These are factors that shape a culture, particularly a culture that is located in an extreme environment. If you live in the South Pole in AtLA, farming is impossible, as is foraging because the ground is ice and snow, neither of which can sustain plant life. This limits your diet to hunting and fishing (*in AtLA they do mention sea prunes and it’s implied that they’re vegetarian since no one stops Aang from eating them, but that’s the exception not the rule). This also largely limits your resources to those which come from animals. Which impacts the types of homes you can build, the types of clothes you can wear - it even changes how you would make and sustain a fire.

The South Pole in the graphic novels would produce an entirely different Southern Water Tribe than the one in AtLA, and so it’s frustrating (and sloppy) that the graphic novels got the geography of the South Pole so wrong. There are many metas about the differences between AtLA and the graphic novels, but putting trees in the South Pole really demonstrates just how little attention the graphic novels paid to the canon worldbuilding established in AtLA. ~

Thank you for coming to my ramble. As a parting gift, enjoy this visual depiction of how Katara and Sokka have learned that wearing something cute and shapely is definitely way more important than not freezing to death.

#atla #avatar #atla meta #avatar meta #the avatar graphic novels are a dumpster fire #the kyoshi novels are great though #atla worldbuilding #long post #panda writes

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panda-taco · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SPY x FAMILY (Anime), ワンパンマン | One-Punch Man Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Anya Forger & Everyone, Anya Forger & Loid Forger | Twilight, Anya Forger & Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger & Genos, Anya Forger & Bang | Silver Fang, Bond (SPY x FAMILY) & Anya Forger Characters: Anya Forger, Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Genos (One-Punch Man), Bang | Silver Fang, Damian Desmond Additional Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, i cannot stress enough how stupid this is and how seriously i took myself while writing it, Monsters, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Crossover, Good Dog Bond (SPY x FAMILY), Tired Loid Forger | Twilight, Protective Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger to the Rescue, that's it that's the fic. seriously., Crack, Minor Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Summary:

When Anya punches Damian on the first day of school, he doesn't just get knocked across the hallway. He gets thrown down the hall and out the window. Eventually, she attracts some new friends: a robot guy who insists on calling her "Sensei" and an old guy who calls himself her sensei.

Yor sees nothing wrong with this, and Twilight seriously needs to up his PPI intake.

(SxF-OPM crossover crack fic. Author takes herself far too seriously.)

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I have no excuses for this but it is up

#spy x family #one punch man #anya forger #panda writes #my post #this is simultaneously the worst and best thing i have ever written

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Ey! I’m cooking something weird for DnD, and would love some input if anyone’s up for it. It’s a concept for some true deities called, “Primordials”.

"Primordials" in my DnD world are deities that manifest as the result of mortal perception. They are magically generated as a passive consequence of collective thought and represent the primal emotions which have underpinned our consciousness since the beginning of time. They are the true secret gods of the plane, as the commonly worshiped “official” pantheons are merely comprised of old adventurers who had amassed enough wealth and power to appear divine. Ultimately, the power of those “pretender gods” still stems from the Primordials, whom which hey live in constant fear of. Although some may become attuned to these true gods’ influence and believe themselves to express their will at times, these entities are not so much people as living aspects of the worldmind, taking on true forms that are more landscape than man. They are just as defined by how we see them as we are by their whims, and so long as people exist, so too will these divine beings.

To witness such a Primordial, one must succeed at a THIRD EYE check (Intelligence + Wisdom) at a DC of 20 in order to achieve an epiphany that would render its form both visible and tangible to the viewer for a period of 24 hours. During that time, a vertical slit will form down their entire face and peel it back as a lid to reveal The Eye Within, a large eyeball that had always been part of their body which had been instinctively forgotten until the moment of revelation. While the eye is open, all communication attempted with the Unenlightened will be perceived as hysteria, requiring all who gaze upon their visage to also make THIRD EYE saves. If they succeed, they will also be Enlightened. All Enlightened must make Will saves or else fall prey to their own inner natures and become receptive to the influence of the Primordial.

A Primordial’s influence is not direct mind control more than suggestion. On their turn, a player under its thrall first must state what they intend to do, the DM describe the Primordial’s impulse, and finally that player rolls a Will save to determine the actions of their character. On a 1-6, the Primordial succeeds. On a 7-13, the player character does an action that attempts to appease both minds at the same time. On a 14-20, the player succeeds.

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Primordial Example:

Guiy: Primordial of Curiosity

A large eye in the sky seemingly one with the horizon comprised of interwoven, knotted tendrils that are connected throughout the world with the heads of all conscious beings at the base of the neck.

Throughout its complex it gathers information into its central eye called “The World Knot”.

Many of its thralls feel compelled to journey to The World Knot and peer into its depths, whereupon both the knot and the thrall learn the entire contents of the other’s mind. The soul of the thrall then assimilates into The World Knot while its expired carcass, set aflame by knowledge far beyond its comprehension, crumbles to ash.

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[ I don't have much experience when it comes to balancing, but I know what I want to convey at least. I'm not trying to overwhelm the party with an impossible to kill foe more than establishing a force of nature that they will have to figure out how to circumvent. Thanks for reading, and feel free to comment and reblog if you like! ]

#dnd ideas #WIP #feel free to ask questions #dnd #d&d #dungeons and dragons #panda writes #weird shit #horror?#cosmic horror

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sillypandalover91 · 1 year

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Hunter hears the original of this song when going through mama Camila's old cassette tapes and gets so excited he almost trips while running up the stairs to find Luz, walkman clutched carefully between his hands.

"I found another song I want to add to the stir tape," he shouts through her closed door. Shifting from one foot to another he knocks on her door, "Luz? Can I add another song to the stir tape for Edric?"

When she doesn't respond Vee opens the door to her bedroom and leans against the frame with a smirk, "One, it's called a mix tape. And two, Amity just got here so she's probably not going to open the door. Date night and all."

Hunter looks at Vee then at his walkman, "But the song..."

"I'll help. Go bring me the mix tape and I'll get this one in the cassette well."

Hunter lit up and went to his room to get the cassette he was working on for his boyfriend. The outside was decorated with various things that reminded him of his Sweet Pea, including cute pea stickers he found at a stationary store he went to with his friends. He gave the mixtape to Vee and pointed to track number three, "This one."

Vee paused and looked at Hunter, "Number three?"

"Yep."

"Number...three?."

Hunter looked at it and nodded, "Yeah."

Vee tried hard not to laugh, "Are you sure? You know this song is considered a joke now, right?"

Hunter's heart clenched, "What do you mean? It perfectly encapsulates how I feel for Ed."

"Well, I mean," Vee tried to think about how to explain this, "You know how Luz and I send you reaction pictures in our family group chat? That's like that but in song."

"And this one is...not romantic then?"

"Edric will probably think you're trolling him."

Hunter looked crestfallen, "I don't want that."

Vee felt guilty, "What if you sing it? Mom still has Luz's dad's old guitar and I know Raine has been teaching you how to play. I bet Edric would love it even more if this song comes from you."

"Won't he think I'm making fun of him?"

"Not if it's you singing it."

Hunter perked up, "Ok!"

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HC that Hunter would love this song unironiclly

Plot twist: Edric loves everything and anything Hunter gives him because it's Hunter.

#goldric #huntric #toh hunter #panda writes a ficlit #panda writes #Youtube

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stardewpanda · 1 year

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Brand new story today!

This was a gift fic for the Discord server Grapefruit Sky’s Winter Star 2022 gift exchange, and @elleasinwoods’s OC Elle is the farmer. This fic is a prequel to her AO3 fic No Late Bloomers, so it doesn't require reading her material to understand my story, but I encourage it because her story is fun and I slipped in a few references to it.

Title: As Ships Sailing Past At Night

Word Count: 3,869 (6 chapters)

Summary: Five times Haven Farm’s farmer Eleanor M. L. Casa and Pelican Town Clinic’s doctor Harvey Q. Ryan nearly interacted, and then the time they finally meet.

Summer Year 1:

Linus was used to solitary mornings. After years of traveling the world, learning the cultures and lifestyles of the people he visited, he decided this was what he wanted: a life that brought him closer to nature. One that didn’t have to rely on others to provide food and shelter in exchange for services. And it was wonderful, even if some people in town mocked him for it.

With time, however, he learned to enjoy a small handful of others’ company.

During the summer, for example, Doctor Harvey Ryan of the town clinic would climb up the mountain for an “in-home” visit. Linus never asked for these, of course, but Harvey never charged him either. The man simply felt it was his responsibility to ensure Linus was in good health to continue as he is, even if Linus hasn’t caught a cold in years. But after one incident of food poisoning due to spoiled food from a JojaMart dumpster, the doctor made it his responsibility to worry himself about the rest of Linus too.

It didn’t hurt to be cautious, Linus supposed. And so, he allowed the doctor to visit him.

This visit was similar to others before: excellent overall health, mild encouragement to vary exercise so it isn’t just Linus’s relatively passive (but time-intensive) routine of scavenging or fishing for food, and stronger encouragement to visit the clinic so the doctor can run cancer screening tests. Unfortunately for Harvey, Linus decided years ago that if that’s what takes him, that’s what takes him.

Linus thanked him for the visit, and then Doctor Harvey was on his way back to town. He thought he would have the rest of the day “to himself” (Robin and Demetrius’s family hardly counted as guests), but only a few minutes later, a woman arrived from another path, specifically the one down to the growing farm. It was Elle, the late Augustin Casa’s granddaughter and the new farmer who moved here just last season. She would often visit the mines, but occasionally fished.

And judging by the pole poking out of her backpack, it was a fishing day.

The woman noticed him with his own fishing gear, and simply smiled and waved.

Maybe, just maybe, Linus will allow himself to enjoy the company of another today.

Autumn Year 1:

Maru was well bundled up in her autumn coat, but after leaving the warmth of the Stardrop Saloon for the foggy outdoors with on-and-off rain, she couldn’t help but to bring closer to herself the large lidded to-go cup of soy milk coffee with sugar she carried in one hand. It was a good thing she had her lunch late, otherwise it would have been even more tempting to eat one of the four danishes she was carrying in a to-go box.

The wind picked up, and for a minute there Maru worried the loose end of her magenta-purples-and-grays plaid scarf would fly away – or worse, cause her to drop her goods.

Out of the corner of her eye, a gloved hand snatched that end of the scarf. Maru turned to see who she recognized as the farmer who moved in last spring. Elle had visited her mom a couple times for various construction projects.

“Thank you, Elle.”

“Of course! Where’re you heading?”

“The clinic. Doc has a few case files to go through and update tonight, and he wants to get it done before cold-and-flu season starts.”

“Oh, neat! I’m on my way there too. He requested a jar of pickles on the bulletin board the other day.”

“So he finally decided to make a request?” she laughed.

Maru chatted comfortably with Elle until finally she pushed in the door with her hip and the two made their way to the receptionist’s counter where Maru could finally place her things before finally retying her scarf.

“Hey Doc! I got what you wanted. Elliott paid extra to make the coffee a grande instead of a tall. And the farmer’s here with your pickles too.”

“Excellent! Could you please bring them back here? I’ll hand you the payment to give to them.”

“No problem!”

Maru had Elle wait in the waiting area as she picked up the goods. Elle opened the door for her into the hallway that led to the offices and the urgent care room. Maru muttered a thanks before making her way to the office where Doctor Harvey sprawled paperwork on a desk, writing notes and typing into a computer database.

Maru set the goods on a clear area of the desk, and pulled out several napkins from her coat pocket. “Here you go!”

With a heavy sigh, Doctor Harvey set down his fountain pen and stretched his back. “Thank you, Maru.” He took a moment to sniff his coffee and take a sip, followed by a long drink. Harvey nodded to himself, then reached for his wallet for another payment like he had when he asked Maru to swing by the saloon for what could barely pass as dinner. He put the money in Maru’s hand. “For the farmer,” he said. “And two of those danishes are for you. I’m sorry I kept you here so late.”

“No worries, Doc.” Maru smiled reassuringly. “You’ve been busy. Elliott says you should take a break anyway.”

“No surprise there.” Harvey chuckled. “I’ll try to make it over to the saloon tomorrow.”

Maru reached into the to-go box of danishes, putting two on a napkin. “Thanks for these!”

“Of course! Anything for my number one employee.”

“You’ll regret saying that, one day.” She joked, and once she stepped back out into the hallway, Maru took a bite of one of the danishes she carried in a napkin. She smiled at the sweetness of the pastry’s sugar complemented with the tartness of the berries baked inside. She should order these more often, she thought.

Soon she returned to the receptionist counter, this time on the other side, as it was easier to reach Elle this way than back in the waiting room.

“Here’s your payment!” Maru passed her the money. “Would you like a danish for the road?”

“No thanks, I’ll be fine. Thank you, though.”

Elle opened the door back outside, timed perfectly with the honk of a lighthouse’s blow horn in the distance. “I’ll see you around, Maru. Have a nice evening.”

“You too!”

Winter Year 1:

Evelyn was quite pleased with herself.

Each year for the Winter Star gift exchange, she requested Mayor Lewis notify her of her recipient an additional week early. She would make the same gifts: a knitted scarf and a dozen baked cookies. What made them special, however, was how they catered to each of her recipients. Occasionally she had Alex find some way to discover her recipient’s favorite colors and patterns, and once she practiced several cookie batches with dairy-free margarine, shortening, and coconut oil so she could make suitable cookies for one lactose-intolerant recipient.

She prided herself on her annual knitting projects and baked goods, and these chocolate cookies and this plaid scarf of light blues, grays, and cream were no different.

George and Alex accompanied her out to the town square, their prepared gifts in tow. Although George seemed grouchy as he often did, he quietly enjoyed her own happiness, and manifested it this time of year with his “bah, hum-button” pinned to his coat.

It turned out her recipient this year was the newest member of the Pelican Town community: Eleanor Casa of the newly restored Haven Farm. The farmer offered her gift to Robin’s daughter Maru, who graciously accepted it, then introduced the farmer to her friend, Pam’s daughter, Penny, who happened to be Maru’s gift recipient this year.

The farmer’s usual winter attire looked very dark: lots of black. Maybe she liked it. Still, hopefully she’ll like the splash of color her scarf will provide.

Before Evelyn could stride up to her recipient, however, she heard a man clear his throat. Too young sounding to be George, but too old to be Alex.

“Miss Evelyn?”

Evelyn turned around. “Oh, Doctor Ryan! Merry Winter Star, dear.”

The man smiled. “Merry Winter Star. And please, call me Harvey.”

Doctor Harvey extended to her a neatly wrapped box.

“Ah, you’ve been practicing your gift wrapping. It looks wonderful, dear.”

“But you haven’t seen your present yet.” He protested with a chuckle.

“A man who makes this effort on the wrapping has certainly spent adequate time selecting his gift, Doctor.”

Evelyn removed her mittens to tear away the wrapping paper and open her present. Inside were four pairs of pastel-colored gloves at varying thicknesses, presumably to accommodate for weather. The fur-lined ice blue winter gloves were decorated with a purple crocus and a faux-diamond stud pattern that formed snowflakes. Upon closer inspection, the remaining three gloves were actually gardening gloves: a pink butterfly and tulip themed pair for spring, a green pair with a sun and sunflowers for summer, and a red-orange maple leaf and fairy rose themed pair for autumn.

“Oh, my, these are lovely, dear. Very lovely.”

Evelyn had forgotten that her usual gardening gloves had been wearing out for years, but with the time she spends caring for her husband and grandson, she had never gotten around to looking for new ones.

“Thank you, Harvey.”

“You’re welcome. I’m just glad you like them so much. I wasn’t sure if your other ones had sentimental value.”

Not particularly, Evelyn thought. “These are perfect, dear. Thank you. Enjoy the Feast.”

Doctor Harvey nodded to her. “You as well, Evelyn.”

The doctor walked past the spirit tree to return to his seat. He picked up a couple sandwiches before standing up and walking behind Maru to return to the clinic.

Just a little bit longer, and the farmer finished her conversation with Penny and Maru. Evelyn finally walked up to introduce herself.

“Eleanor, is it?” she inquired.

“You can just call me Elle,” the farmer replied with a smile.

“Elle. A lovely name. I hope you’ve had a pleasant year here in Pelican Town?”

“I have, thank you.”

Evelyn offered Elle her present. “I’m your secret gift-giver this year. I hope you like it.”

She beamed as she watched Elle open the present, and the warmest smile grow on her rosy face. Elle immediately took out the scarf and wrapped it around her bare neck. “Thank you, Miss…”

“Evelyn. You can just call me Granny, dear.”

“Alright.” The farmer smiled again. “Granny. Merry Winter Star.”

“Merry Winter Star to you as well.”

Spring Year 2:

The days before the Flower Dance were always the most busy for Emily.

On top of her usual bartending work at the Stardrop Saloon, she was also Pelican Town’s unofficial tailor. Whenever a flower dance outfit got a tear or became just a little too snug to be comfortable (and most people would only find this out the day of the dance, or the day before if Emily was lucky), it was to Emily they would run to fix it.

For the most part, she didn’t mind the extra work. She could always use the extra funds for new sewing projects.

This year’s grand project: a dress perfect for a farmer. Farmer Elle, that is.

Last year, the farmer insisted she had her own suitable clothes for the Flower Dance, only to show up in her most plain white shirt and an off-color skirt. And as Elle still had a lot of farmland to tame at that time, both were mildly stained by the brush the farmer fought through before she reached the field west of town in the middle of the Cindersap Forest.

Nope, Emily wouldn’t allow her friend to embarrass herself this year. She’d foot the bill herself if it meant Elle got herself a proper dress for the Flower Dance.

And so for the last few weeks, even before she put up a bulletin board announcement at Pierre’s grocery reminding the town to try on their old outfits to make sure they fit before the day of the dance (and the sooner the better) to ensure there was enough time for her to mend the clothes, Emily worked on her project. Now with four days before the dance, she was ready to have Elle come in for her surprise gift and to take proper measurements and adjust her dress accordingly. She was expecting her any minute now.

From her room she heard the doorbell ring. Her parrot repeated the sound the best he could, and Emily knew he wouldn’t stop until Emily met her guest.

Emily walked over and threw open the door, expecting to see Farmer Elle standing there. Instead she found herself face to face with Doctor Harvey Ryan, a pair of light blue slacks hung over his forearm.

“Er, good morning Emily.” The doctor greeted her with a hint of bashfulness. “Is it too late to ask for a mending job on these?”

“No, not at all!” Emily replied cheerfully. “Come in! What do you need?”

Harvey unfolded his slacks in such a way that revealed a hole formed by pulled apart seams at the crotch of the trousers.

“I tried pulling them on too fast and it tore. How long would it take to mend these?”

“Considering it’s the seam that pulled apart and not the cloth that wore down, ten minutes if I take it slow. You’re lucky, doc. Last year I had someone not realize a hole formed right about there…” she pointed to the fabric still at the crotch, “until the day of the dance. Thankfully no one really looks down there if you’re standing, but if you’re sitting down and not paying attention…” Emily made a face.

“Yeah, I can imagine that would be embarrassing.” Harvey agreed. “I have an appointment in half an hour, but I can come back later today if that’s convenient for you. Otherwise I can pick it up tomorrow.”

“As long as you can make it before I have to work at the saloon tonight, today should work out no problem.” Emily ran over to her sewing machine and pulled out blue thread that matched the slacks best. “Thanks for checking on them sooner than later. Do you need me to take in the waist or anything while it’s here?”

“Nope. It’s still a perfect fit.” Harvey took out some money from his wallet and gave it to Emily. “Thanks again, Emily.”

“Of course, Doc. It’s my pleasure!”

“I’ll see you later, then.”

“Bye!”

It took Emily five minutes to mend the trousers, including the time it took to set up her sewing machine. And another five minutes after that, Emily heard another ring at the door. This time it was Elle.

“I got your message. What is it that you wanted to show me?” the farmer asked.

Emily welcomed her into her home, leading her to the completed dress. “I’m glad you asked. Right this way, doll!”

Summer Year 2:

To say Penny was happy was an understatement.

Despite her panic and fear, the last week became the best in her life. Her best friend was now her girlfriend! It turned out that Elle was right about Maru crushing on her, Penny, since last Winter Star (and much longer than that).

Penny waited contently at the bridge between Pelican Town’s two grocers: JojaMart and Pierre’s. It granted her the best viewing point as she waited for her friend – no, girlfriend (Penny couldn’t help but grin at the thought) – to appear as Maru descended the mountain on her way to work at the clinic.

Sure enough, right on cue, Maru appeared. She spotted Penny waiting down below and gave her a wave and smile. Penny beamed as she ran – no, but strided quickly – towards her.

“Good morning, Maru!”

The two chatted, holding hands as they walked to the clinic. Penny would have let Maru go in on her own, but Doctor Harvey Ryan granted her permission to join Maru for a bit before the clinic officially opened for the day. The doctor handed Maru a sum of money for a notice board request he made two days before.

“Could you make sure this gets to the farmer when they bring in my pickles? I need to go in the back and sort out medications. A few prescriptions are going to be handed out today, and I don’t want any of them mixed up or lost.”

“Sure thing, Doc. You can count on me!”

Doctor Ryan excused himself and disappeared into the back of the clinic. Penny pulled up a chair from the waiting room and placed it next to the counter where Maru stood in her own cute white lab coat.

Not long after the closed sign was switched to open, a bell rang, indicating the arrival of a guest. Penny turned to see Elle walking in with a tray carrier with three coffees.

“Hello!”

“Ah, if it isn’t my favorite new lovebirds!” Elle placed the coffees on the counter. “I’m surprised the doctor is letting you camp out here, Penny.”

“Being the doc’s number one employee has its perks.” Maru winked.

“Not for long!” A voice in the backroom shouted. Maru cackled at Doctor Harvey’s little joke, while Elle and Penny smiled, stifling their own giggles.

Elle reached into her carrying bag and pulled out a few items. “Here we go… a poppy flower… a jar of pickles for the doctor… a gold bar. And, of course, coffees.”

“Nice! Thank you!”

The coffee Elle passed to Penny was more milk and cream than coffee… just the way she liked it. Elle winked. “I figured you wouldn’t be too far from Maru these days.” She then passed Maru a coffee with a splash of strawberry syrup coloring the whipped cream top. “Happy belated birthday, Maru. And I’m not sure what the doctor likes, so I just got him black.”

“Good call.” Maru first reached for the money reserve Harvey left out for his pickles, then her own wallet for her items.

“Wait,” Penny paused. “I thought you hated poppies, Maru.”

Maru extended the orange flower to her. “Yeah, but you don’t.”

Penny felt her face flush red as she accepted her favorite flower from her favorite person. “Thank you.”

“Alright, I’ll leave you two alone now.” Elle winked. “See you around.”

“Thanks again, Elle!”

Soon after the door shut behind Elle, Doctor Harvey came into the reception room. “Okay, everything’s taken care of back there. Let me know when my 10 AM appointment arrives.”

“Sure thing, Doctor. Oh yeah!” Maru passed to him the jar of pickles. “Farmer came around. Here are your pickles, and she also brought a coffee, black.”

“Thanks! This is great.”

Harvey disappeared upstairs, presumably to take his jar of pickles to his apartment upstairs. Penny barely noticed. She barely registered Maru talking about how the doctor probably skipped breakfast again. She simply smiled at Maru as she lowered her nose into her poppy flower and inhaled its earthy, faint vanilla scent.

Autumn Year 2:

Gus was in the kitchens preparing pancakes and danishes that fated day.

It was the afternoon before the Stardew Valley Fair. Many tourists came in the week before the harvest festival, most to scope out their display or carnival game stations before the big day, some to scope out potential competition. A small handful, however, knew of the Stardrop Saloon’s reputation for exquisite homemade meals and baked goods, and with it being the peak of blackberry season, many flocked to the saloon for berry-filled or berry-topped goodness.

It was these autumn evenings in which he had Emily come in earlier to help serve the seasonal influx of customers, with the promise that at least one of the full days before the festival, he’ll run on his own so she can visit her friend in the Calico Desert for her friend’s birthday. Emily was one of the best employees he’s ever had, and rarely asked for days off, so he grants them without question.

From the stove, he could hear Emily talking to each customer who came in. Jodi and Caroline were the earliest customers, splitting a dozen blackberry danishes and a gallon of pumpkin-spiced coffee to bring to their families for late breakfasts that day (for the third time that week). A small family of tourists came in for bathroom breaks and stacks of pancakes before continuing on their road trip. Alex played delivery boy for his grandparents as he picked up half a dozen danishes and three to-go cups of coffee: two black and one with cream and sugar. Another pair of tourists from Grampleton met up at the saloon for a first date, which by the sound of it, they sat at the table nearest to the kitchen. Both were extremely shy around their partner, but seemed to grow more confident as they talked about their favorite baked goods and one embarrassing coffee shop backstory.

“What can I get you today, Doc?” Emily asked another customer. “The usual?”

“Something light for now.” Doctor Harvey Ryan, the sole practitioner of Pelican Town’s clinic, replied. “Do you still have blackberry danishes?”

“We sure do!”

“I’ll have two of those and a coffee. Can I get the second danish to go?”

“Sure thing. How about you, doll? What can I get for ya today?”

“Just a coffee to-go, please.” The voice of farmer Elle replied. “Can you pour it here instead?”

“Got it. Coming right up!”

With a ring from a timer, Gus pulled out the next batch of blackberry danishes. As the sun dipped below the horizon, fewer customers came filing into the saloon, which meant Gus could finally rest from the kitchens for a spell. Emily came in, boxed up one danish and grabbed another in wax paper. Gus continued to add the danishes to a heated storage and display case. Meanwhile, he listened as Doctor Harvey made small talk with the farmer… and succeeded. The doctor noted the farmer’s irritability and offered one of his danishes to satiate her hunger.

Many times before Gus tried to persuade Elle to try one of his danishes, and each time she had insisted she only needed her coffee, even though he could tell she hadn’t eaten.

Not today, it seemed.

To his dismay, Gus was forced to return to the kitchens to boil water for more noodles for his special spaghetti while Elle accepted the danish, and the two customers talked. He knew it was too much to hope for, Elle remaining longer to continue talking with Harvey. She only had time for brief visits before she had to return to her Stardew Valley Fair preparations.

“…It was nice meeting you, Doc. I owe you one.”

Elle raised her danish up as if for a toast before hopping off her barstool and leaving the saloon. Gus couldn’t help but to notice Harvey watching her as she left.

“Smooth,” Gus finally said, chuckling. “Not the Doctor Harvey I know.”

Harvey raised his coffee mug as he shrugged. “It’s good for the town to have a good image on tourists.” Nonchalantly, he drained half the coffee.

Tourists? Harvey was joking, right? He had to be. Elle has been living in Pelican Town for nearly two years. Gus shook his head and laughed. Good one, Doc.

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thegreatestofgames · 11 months

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My web novel is coming to an end, and the last chapter will likely be posted sometime this year. As such, I need to start working on my next web novel. Based solely on the emoji description, which would you read?

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thetriumphantpanda · 9 months

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You guys literally have no idea how excited I am to share the Joel Miller AU I've been cooking up with the help of @cavillscurls - literally bouncing in my desk chair at the thought of finally revealing it to you all.

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InuKag Week 2023: Day 1: Love Language(s)

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He hadn’t really dealt with other people in any other capacity than a hostile one for most of his life, so Inuyasha didn’t always know how to read another person in the way someone socialized when young could. He struggled with always feeling as if the people around him were just waiting on baited breath to show him their hostility, and often believed others to be a threat to him when they were perhaps tying to do the right thing by him.

He was quick to snarl and snap at anyone who presented even a mild inconvenience to him, his mind always looking for threats that were not always there.

Kagome had squeezed into his life (starting with being squeezed to him by the madame caterpillar), and was never actually put off by his behavior. He would cut her off, insult her left and right, accuse her of things she didn’t do, and yet she still stuck around.

“Jerk.” His quip about her having slow legs was apparently louder than he intended. “You’re just abnormally fast.” She tossed him a look over her shoulder. “Not everyone is as athletic as you.”

Intended as an insult most likely, her words hit him differently. She thought he was athletic. Not a freak, not an abomination.

Athletic. The word bounced around in his head for the rest of the day.

Souta had told him once that women liked athletic men. He hadn’t really understood what that word was (and honestly still didn’t), but Kagome had used it to describe him.

Did that mean Kagome liked him? Like liked him?

Inuyasha used whatever excuse he could to go see Souta and ask more about what it meant to be athletic, much to Kagome’s dismay.

The two of them had huffed loudly at each other for a few minutes before she ran off to ‘study’ with some friends that Inuyasha had a vague notion existed. He knew they knew he was important to Kagome and that was all that mattered. He had established himself as a part of Kagome’s life and they were friendly to him mostly.

“Souta.” He announced, sitting down next to the boy as he played on the ‘television’. Bright lights and bouncing shapes filled his peripheral, but his focus was on Kagome’s brother.

Souta didn’t look at him. “What’s up?”

“What is an athletic man?”

Souta froze. The bouncing shapes stopped and a descending noise of disappointment left the TV. Inuyasha knew that meant Souta had lost (although what he lost was still a mystery). “What do you mean?” Souta looked at him with the same bewildered look Kagome had given him hundreds of times.

Inuyasha huffed and leaned back, crossing his arms across his chest. “You told me women like athletic men. What is an athletic man?”

Souta’s face relaxed as he leaned back on his hands and shrugged. “It’s a guy who is good at sports.”

“Sports?” Inuyasha furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“Yeah, like running, jumping, hitting balls.” Inuyasha’s lean in and further crinkled face told Souta that his explanation was not working. “Using arrows to hit things? Swinging swords? Punching?”

“Fighting?”

Souta pondered for a second before saying, “Yeah, fighting without the killing part.”

Inuyasha nodded fiercely. “I’m good at that.”

Souta wondered if he meant fighting or not killing, but figured he didn’t really want an answer. “Athletic men have muscles and are good at sports.”

“I have muscles. And I’m good at sports.” Inuyasha’s chest puffed out as he sat ramrod straight. “I’m an athletic man.”

Inuyasha stood up abruptly and announced, fist pumping in the air. “I’m an athletic man, and Kagome must LIKE ME.”

Souta didn’t have time to react properly before Inuyasha had vanished from the house. Grandpa walked into the room, confusion drenched across his features. “What was that?” He asked his grandson.

Souta locked eyes with the older man. “I don’t know but I don’t know if it’s a good thing. Something tells me Kagome’s not going to be pleased with it.”

Kagome probably would not have been pleased with Inuyasha’s newly form conclusion that she was all but professing her love by calling him athletic. Instead, she was left in the dark as she, and by proxy the rest of the Inugumi, dealt with Inuyasha’s new found confidence and boldness.

Miroku had to leave Kaede’s hut when Kagome came back from her break in the future as to not insult his friend by accident.

Inuyasha had waited, not patiently but not anxiously either, for Kagome to walk in the door and loudly announce. “Kagome! You are athletic!”

Not expecting any sort of announcement of the kind from her half-demon friend, especially not a nice one, Kagome balked and rolled onto her heels from startlement. “Excuse me?”

“You are athletic!” Inuyasha repeated himself, his face becoming slightly flushed. “Am I athletic?” His voice dropped a bit with this question.

Miroku slunk past the priestess in training, covering his face and clenching his jaw. Whatever was going on was wild at best, and inappropriate at worst. Best to leave before it got worse and he had to mediate a solution.

Kagome moved to the side to the let the monk pass her in the door frame, her eyes still locked on Inuyasha, mind racing to figure out what was going on. If it was anyone else, she would have thought this was a prank happening. But Inuyasha was the most sincere and honest person she had ever met, so what was doing?

Kagome’s mouth opened and closed once, before she agreed. “Yeah, you’re athletic.”

“And that’s good, right?” Inuyasha’s voice was even smaller.

Kagome nodded, slipping her loafers off and stepping into the room. “Of course. It’s a great thing to be athletic.” She avoided making eye contact with anyone as she placed her backpack down and got settled in for the night. Whatever had sparked this outburst was not something she wanted to engage with, and she secretly hoped that by playing along with whatever had just happened would encourage Inuyasha to drop the fixation on being athletic.

Inuyasha let out a loud and pleased huff, squatting down to go through her backpack looking for snacks. Kagome took a chance to look over at Sango, who was sitting down, mouth agape, staring at Inuyasha’s back. At mentally connecting with Kagome, Sango shook her head and Kaede let out an audible snicker, causing Shippo to loudly ask, “What’s athletic?”

No one answered the child’s question, as no one wanted the experience to continue and he was easily distracted by candy.

Kagome would later learn what exactly was going on when Inuyasha told Koga off by shouting “Kagome likes me because I’m athletic! LIKE LIKES ME!”

Apparently, she had found a new love language with him.

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tiredpandaportfolio · 9 months

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More idle thoughts about how I write the Sparda boys.

Seems like these get received well, so here, let's do another round of various topics. Once again, these are nor definitive, they're just how I choose to write them, and other headcanons are just as valid as the definitive canon, we're all just having fun. Some of these are re-iterations of my older thoughts.

Anger

Anger is a common trait of the Sparda bloodline. They're pressure cookers, really. They just express it a little differently.

Dante probably has the best lid on his anger. He used to be short-tempered and aggressive when he was younger, a real powder keg and he made it everyone's problem. What happened on Temen-Ni-Gru got him to cool his jets, because he realised that his demonic powers were just making his temper worse and cost him dearly. He's mellowed out since and will let a lot of things slide before he really gets mad. Most of the time he'll just get irritated, which makes him extra snarky, at worst.

It takes very specific things to really anger him now. It starts small, crackles of demonic power visible on him and his eyes narrow. When pushed too far, an uglier facet of his personality emerges. He's petty and mean. Normally, he holds back but when angry, the filter is off and his words become cutting and harsh. He's an observant bastard so any weakness he perceives, he will attack, verbally or otherwise.

Down the road from mean lives the scary asshole, when he's been pushed too far. The demonic traits really pop up. His eyes flash red, his aura of rage is palpable even to mundane people and he sits at the very edge of shifting to a demonic form.

However, he will most likely walk away, unless he's dealing with someone really prepared to face the consequences and catch hands. He's quite brutal if he ends up fighting in an angry state. So he walks off, because otherwise, he's liable to do something he'll regret and he's got enough of those under his belt already. It can take him ages to cool off. He can be apologetic, if he thinks he was at fault, he's just terrible at expressing it.

Vergil, on the other hand, doesn't get angry. Instead, he's almost permanently irritated. He pretends that he's above getting angry, but honestly, he has very little patience and when he does get mad, he yells a lot (Exhibit A: "WHY ISN'T THIS WORKING!?").

To be fair, he's lost a lot of that edge since then and has a better control of the demonic instincts that stoke his anger, because he refuses to allow his temperament to be swayed... or so he says. Fact of the matter is, Vergil has next to no patience for anyone or anything, be it humans, weakness, challenges or everything else under the sun.

He is good at maintaining his facade of composure, even when he's screaming mad. His default setting is being curt, blunt and rude. He just doesn't care. He'll crush psyches and the will to live under a well-polished boot, if he has to. The angrier he gets, the more snide he becomes.

If he gets really angry, he'll devolve to shouting, but never turn vulgar. Vergil's rage isn't vocal, it's physical; he usually bottles everthing up and expresses sub-arctic coldness, while it's very rare to see him manifest demonic traits in anger. Most of the time one just feels his aura turn thicker, stiffling and oppressive. Anything more overt heralds your end. It's an achievement, making Vergil furious.

The biggest problem is that Vergil does not cool off easily and holds grudges forever. He's almost never apologetic for anything he says or does, regardless if it was done in anger or not. In his view, it's the other side that is at fault for pissing him off in the first place. He isn't beyond acknowledging his faults entirely, as he will be slightly sorry if someone he cares about gets caught in the crossfire.

And then there's Nero. Good grief, this kid. If Dante is the slow simmer and Vergil is the frozen aggression, Nero is a nitroglycerine bomb. Any little thing will set him off.

He'll shout and get extremely vulgar at the drop of a hat, even when just irritated. He wants to fight all the things. He's rude and snarky enough by default, but making him angry makes it so much worse. Sailors hvae nothing on him. He also gesticulates a lot when he's angry and most of it is rude.

And Nero gets angry on behalf of others. When someone he likes even marginally doesn’t get pissed off when Nero thinks they should (because he totally would), he gets angry instead.

It’s rather rare for him to manifest any demonic traits when he’s angry. Or at least, his default anger level, as bad as it seems, isn’t bad enough to set them off. When that does happens it means he’s been pushed beyond the threshold. Punches definitely get thrown, screaming happens.

He’s rarely sorry for getting angry and, like Vergil, holds very long grudges. It takes him forever to cool down after a big rage. He’ll be irritable for days. Rather amusingly, one good scolding from someone he cares about is enough to turn him quite sheepish.

Handwriting

Nero has, by far, the neatest handwriting of the three of them, because he actually got put through proper schooling thanks to the Order of the Sword and Fortuna's compulsory education. He hated it, but he was a decent student and actually learned cursive, of all things. He doesn't use it but it's helped shape his handwriting into something mostly legible.

On the other hand, both Dante and Vergil have atrocious handwriting. Dante's only marginally better because he's got to do paperwork that other people need to be able to read. His signature is very showy because aesthetics but again, it's hard to parse what he's actually writing. Vergil just writes like a demented doctor, his writing is close together, slanted and basically barely-legible scrawls. He insists it's calligraphy but deep down he knows his handwriting is shit and it irritates him.

Both Tess and Lady have commented that the twins "use pokers instead of pens to write."

Coffee

None of them is particularly coffee-mad, but neither will deny the energising effect of a good cup of joe. Nero drinks the most coffee out of all of them, and his taste runs towards a fairly strong double-shot espresso with next to not sugar that he quaffs like a nasty frathouse shot. If allowed he's capable to downing two of these in a sitting and spends the rest of the day absolutely wired which is a dangerous proposition at best.

Dante likes a good standard cup of coffee, with a little sugar but no creamer. He'll probably have one whenever he happens to wake up, just to shake the cobwebs off. He secretly also enjoys a nice Irish coffee if he can get it and doesn't mind indulging once in a while.

Vergil rarely drinks coffee, mostly because he's still in that mentality where he treats food as fuel and doesn't try too hard to enjoy it. He prefers the milder taste of tea but on ocassion is known to take some black and very strong filtered coffee as a means to reinvigorate himself. He does make the mistake of having it too late in the day, though, and that fucks with his sleep.

Food

The boys all have rather big appetites, it comes with demons requiring a lot of energy to be as powerful as they are, hence why most of demonic behavior is guided by hunger. As a rule of thumb, all three of them are more or less, carnivores. They will always favour something meat-related and need quantity.

Dante is, of course, a pizza fiend but he will never turn his nose up at any form barbecue, and it is never too late or too early for BBQ. He may not be a good cook, but Dante is a surprisingly decent grillmaster and with a few spices involved, he'll happily tear through metaphorical mountains of steaks, sausages and anything else that used to wander around and that you can throw on a grill. And he likes his meat dripping. Genrally speaking, you could put anything in front of him and so long as it's edible and you do so out of your good will, he will hoover it up and thank you.

Vergil has a tendency to treat food as fuel and sometimes he doesn’t even pay attention to what the hell he’s eating. And yet a times he’s a very, very picky eater. He's partial to meat but likes it well-cooked and perfectly cut. His favourite meat is actually chicken and he likes fairly simple cuisine, absolutely hates it when food is drowning in sauce. He might act hoity-toity but frankly, he blatantly likes burgers, the nastier the better. Just don't confront him about it. He's sort of expanding his palate slowly but hates being pressured about food. Eats a bit less than Dante or Nero, overall.

Nero is both "a growing demon teenager" and shaking off the often stifling, regimented life of the Order, so he’s dived head-first into a culinary world of madness. He'll try anything he hasn't had before. He actually hasn’t decided what his favorite food is, but right now he’s leaning towards high-texture and high-flavor stuff. Chinese takeout is becoming close to a favorite but honestly, he's almost hooked on junk food. He’s getting a little too obsessed with fried chicken these days but honestly his diet is so bad that he'd probably be dead if Kyrie wasn't there to force him to eat some normal food once in a while. He's very partial to pasta.

Alcohol

Dante can actually drink anything and everything. He’s a whiskey man to the bone, with a preference for Jack Daniels but will go for fancier stuff if he can get it. He won't turn down some quality beer, either, but doesn't care for posher stuff. His tolerance is ridiculous, his system just seems to metabolize alcohol really quickly. It takes a truly frightening amount of very strong alcohold just to get him disoriented. He recovers remarkably quickly though, and he thinks he's only ever been completely blasted once or twice in his life. He does get hangovers though, and doesn't much enjoy them.

Vergil is a complete lightweight. There is no way around it. He acts like he's above drinking, but he enjoys a good wine or brandy... though, he can only take so much before he starts reeling. This is a point of great frustration for him. He can survive anything demons throw at him but a little alcohol fucks him up?! He normally avoids excesses but sometimes he tries to drink more than he can handle, resulting in bad hangovers the next day. He’s a rather weird drunk, both grumpy and sleepy.

Nero is a beer lover. And not just any beer, nowadays. Nero has learned that there's much better beer to be found than any average booze in a can. He's discovered microbrews and fancy craft beers. He’s got a decent enough tolerance but nothing nearing Dante’s insane limits. He also doesn’t really like the feeling of being drunk so he never drinks that much. He cannot stand vodka or tequila, but he's curious and willing to try cocktails. He gets terrible hangovers.

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