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straighttohellbuddy · 3 years

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bodyache {Corpse Husband}

@bingusmode my beloved requested: hey u … u asked for soft prompt? i wanna… i wanna give u a dialogue prompt ive been working on that i made for myself…. “do you think stars have feelings?” “i’d like to think they do. i think stars fall so in love they like to run into each other and create supernovas.” and then later in the story, with no added context, to see if MC remembers- “hey… i think i might be pulling a star” :’) it’s from a dream i had w corpse and maybe… maybe u can take it and do something good with it too :’)

Summary: You are the best part of a bad past - and then you come back.

A/N: 5202 words.

Warnings: light crime?? like trespassing, also mentions of Corpse getting in a fight. also also mentions/implications of disordered eating.

Citrus Scale: 🧡 ORANGE 🧡

Corpse claims he doesn't have friends outside of the internet. When you hear this, you call him dramatic and roll your eyes.

"I don't have friends, I have you, and we're not friends, you just keep showing up at my house," his tone is deadpan as he elaborates, looking up from where you'd placed your phone in front of him. On the screen is his interview in the latest Anthony Padilla video, where he'd explained that it's not like he has to hide his identity since he doesn't have anyone to hide it from.

He's sitting at the kitchen island of his shoebox kitchen, while you level an unimpressed look at him.

"You're the one who keeps letting me in," you tell him pointedly, hands on your hips as you look around the kitchen, before ducking down and opening one of his cupboards.

"I'm being polite," he fires back, snarkily, and you glance up at him, eyebrow raised, a little disbelieving.

"Where'd you put your big soup pot, Mister Nobody-Loves-Me?" You ask instead, and he huffs, dropping his head to the counter in exasperation.

"I don't want fucking soup."

"Well I brought ingredients for soup," your tone is lofty as you make your way through the cupboards.

"I didn't ask you to," he reminds, but you, pot in hand and triumphant, stand up straight again, now grinning from ear to ear.

"If you can look me in the eye and tell me you've eaten in the past forty-eight hours, I'll leave."

A long, incredibly telling silence follows; for you it's a victory, as is Corpse's defeated sigh.

"What kind of soup?"

So no, Corpse doesn't have friends outside the internet, but he does have you, and has for the longest time.

You're somehow the best of a bad situation, the silver lining of the shitty, dark cloud of his past choices and poor judgement. Meeting you when he did, back when he was nobody and giving time to people who would sooner offer a knife than a helping hand, it feels like divine intervention.

He took hits and spat blood with the best of them, learned to flip knives and hide weaknesses, like how his body was actively self destructing at every given moment, but you were on the sidelines, watching him like he was a fucking zoo animal at first, fascinated. These people weren't fascinated by anything that didn't come rolled in thin paper or a dime bag, too caught up in themselves and the anger and the violence they indulged in that you, quiet, observant you, were unnerving.

"Take a fucking picture," he'd hissed when he'd spotted you at one of the usual haunts, perched on a milkcrate like some punk gargoyle all decked out in black. You were watching him - fucking again - after someone had tried to start shit, and he'd ended up with a black eye and split lip. Not an unusual occurrence for a Saturday, but the way you're looking at him, your hands shoved deep in the pockets of your jackets, eyes alight with something unreadable while your expression was strangely neutral, it make the hair stand on the back of his neck.

"Do you want some aspirin?" You call. In the rose-gold chill of the night, it feels like some strange scene from a movie; Corpse scowls.

"The fuck?"

"Do you want," you say slower this time, pulling your hand out of your pocket, holding something thin and shiny between your middle and pointer fingers, "some aspirin?" Oh; you're holding a packet of fucking aspirin like it's a Yu-Gi-Oh card and you're Seto goddamn Kaiba.

"I'm fine," he tells you stubbornly, forcing the words between his teeth. He's been through worse, he doesn't need your charity. Putting the medication back in your pocket, he watches through narrowed eyes as you take a deep breath, giving him an evaluative look over. People around here paying close attention does not usually mean good things.

Still, you wear that strangely neutral mask, intrigued fascination in your eyes, before you look away, sharply to your left, and Corpse is given the clear and distinct impression that you're done with the interaction, and with him for the time being.

The general consensus among his so-called friends is that you and your deeply strange aura were always on the peripheries of all the goings-on around here. Everywhere he went, he seemed to catch a glimpse of you; you didn't seem to pay much attention to him after that first and only interaction, but you were always around.

No-one knows where you come from, no-one knows where you go where the sun comes up, but people don't tend to mess with you, though it seems to be more tradition than for any reason anyone can remember.

You wear denim jackets that are too big for you, sleeves swallowing your hands and hiding the brass knuckles it took him a long time to actually notice.

On a night where he happens to be milling in your general vicinity, he's surprised when you offer a bottle of water. He doesn't take it, obviously, he has no way of knowing what's in it.

"It's just water," you tell him flatly, taking a sip yourself.

"I don't care, I don't want it," he tells you seriously, deeply confused by the whole situation.

"Okay," you say with a shrug, taking a larger gulp of water this time, one hand still in your pocket as you slouch against the brick wall beside him. After a few moments of silence, however, you speak up, "you lips wouldn't split so bad and would probably heal faster if you were better hydrated."

"Why are you looking at my lips?" He fires off, as it's the only part of that sentence he can properly comprehend.

"Because you keep getting punched in the face," you glance at him with the faintest hint of amusement curling at the edge of your lips. His whole expression scrunches up, but you're not exactly wrong. You offer the water bottle again; he takes it, sculling the entire thing defiantly.

"You're weird; you know you're weird, right?" He hands back the empty water bottle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and managing not to wince where he does, in fact, have a recent split.

"Of course I know," you answer easily, smile growing a little wider as you look out to the rest of the dingy parking lot, and your fellow undesirable youths gathered there, "I'm like this on purpose."

"Why?"

"Why not?" You shrugged, before taking a deep breath, slumping further against the wall, tipping your head back to look up at the sky, "it passes the time."

Corpse has the people he hangs out with, the friends he knows in the back of his mind would turn on him at a moment's notice, and you don't really have anyone since you seem to prefer to watch everyone, but more and more it seems the two of you end up spend your nights roaming the city together when there's nothing better to do.

"If you're not careful," one of the first things you'd ever told him when the two of you go on your first solo expedition of the city in the early hours of the morning, is that, "those people will eat you alive." And at the time, he knew what you meant, wasn't blind to the kind of people he was hanging out with, but he was still wary of you and the games you seemed to play.

"Just worry about yourself," he'd rolled his eyes. Your smile grew wider as you turned, walking backwards a few steps ahead of him, uncharacteristically smug.

"I'm unpalatable." You grin. Something about his understanding of you clicks, in that moment, perhaps in a way you didn't even intend; the eccentricities that practically drip from your every word, your every move, are a defence mechanism.

However, as time goes on, he realises that understanding may not be completely accurate. What about you changes in the time you spend together? Nothing than he can put his finger on, but your mannerisms and strange behaviour becomes more and more like part of his background noise, turning from vaguely unsettling to endearing. The way you watch makes him feel seen for the first time in a long time.

"Do you think stars have feelings?" There's something soft in your voice that he hears more and more when it's just the two of you together. It is a little jarring to hear it now, considering you were both loitering beneath a bridge; you're smiling up at the sky, and he's decimating an empty shoebox he'd found with a pocket knife.

By now he's used to you saying whatever happens to be on your mind, even if it made no sense, though sometimes you still managed to catch him by surprise.

There's a long moment where he thinks over what you've actually said, and a few moments longer as he gazes at you with confusion. It's as if you can feel his eyes on you, as you look over your shoulder with an amused little smile; he's never seen your smile reach your eyes like this when you're around other people.

"It's okay, there's no-one else around to tear your apart for having opinions on hypothetical star feelings."

Sometimes, occasionally, for a few sparing moments once in a blue moon, he remembers you're more than just the front you put up, the jumble of eccentricities you use to distract from how observant and thoughtful you are about the people around you. Him especially. It still feels like a trap.

"I'd like to think they do," when you realise you're probably not going to get an answer from him, you rock back on your heels for the moment, balancing there as you look up at the sky once more, "I think stars fall so in love they run into each other and create supernovas." It's... endearing. Corpse presses his lips together, but can't bring himself to speak; he watches you, silhouetted by stars.

You're disarmingly honest, neon amongst the grime of his life where honesty feels like a trap, like something to be used against him. It might be killing him; this life, these people, killing him faster than the shit that's been killing him since the beginning. He has to get out.

"I'm not coming back here," he's trying to hype himself up, the two of you sitting on the roof of a building you definitely shouldn't be on. The air is still, is icy in winter, and the two of you are sitting side by side, pressed together to conserve heat, legs dangling off the side of the building.

"Here here?" You asked, your cheek on his shoulder as you look out to the lights of the city twinkling below.

"To any of this bullshit; to the people, the fucking assholes, the shady ass shit I know - I know - I should know better than be a part of," he's seething, scowling, fidgeting.

"Like trespassing on rooves?" You ask quietly, tone mild, if faintly amused, kicking the side of the building with your heels, though he steamrolls ahead.

"I'm gonna get serious about my music," voice soft but determined, your head rises and falls with the deep breath he takes. You tuck your arm in his, tuck yourself further against him in the cold.

"It's good music," you agree sincerely without hesitation. The night sky is changing, though it's barely noticeable, the faintest tinge of lavender on the horizon.

"I'm not coming back here," he says again, softer this time; he rests his cheek against your head.

"You shouldn't," you tell him, "you're better than this." It's not self deprecating, nor is it said with any sort of rose-coloured tinge to your tone; you present it as fact. He's better than this.

He wants to ask where you'll go when he's gone, but it feels selfish, implying that you don't have a life outside of him. He still doesn't know where you're from. He still doesn't know where you go when the sun comes up. He's afraid of the answer you'll give, but he's more afraid of saying the words out loud. If he asks where you'll be without him, he knows you'll hear the truth; where will I be without you?

And honesty like this still feels like a trap.

"Do you still think supernovas are just stars overwhelmed with, like, their love for each other?" He asks instead, looking up at the sky where the stars themselves were slowly disappearing in preparation for the sunrise. For a long moment, you're quiet, surprised he remembered that at all, confused why he would bring it up now.

"I think supernovas are stars exploding," your voice is so quiet, if he wasn't so close he doubts he would have been able to hear you, "I'm whimsical, not stupid, but..." you hummed thoughtfully, "I think sometimes I feel like a supernova." But you don't seem to be able to bring yourself to explain... but you don't have to. He can't quite articulate it, but he understands all too well how it feels to be something of a supernova.

So he leaves without saying any real goodbyes, just stops showing up, and blocks numbers of people he'd been in fights with despite deluding himself into believing they're friends, and he looks at your name in his contacts when he sees the sky turning lilac on nights where he knows he's been up too late.

He leaves behind years, but knows he's better for it.

He makes music - it's good music - and doesn't look back - he shouldn't, he's better than that - and works on the shit he's really passionate about instead of wasting his life on the people who cared more about the hypothetical spoils of his sustained ambition than what he actually would create. And you.

He left behind your blunt sincerity and charming aloofness, the first and only person who's made him feel anything other than insignificant.

Days turn into weeks turn into months, and your absence makes itself known every single day. There's a faint, resentful voice in the back of his head of the person he used to be, the person who'd turned down your first offer of aspirin because he'd rather soldier through the pain than trust anyone to actually have good intentions. It spoke more to the poor company he used to keep, but the voice in his head said he'd gone soft for missing you.

He hadn't blocked you, but he also hadn't heard from you, and something about that makes his chest ache, like you didn't even miss him enough to reach out. The thought turns jagged, however, because he knows all too well that he hasn't reached out to you, despite how quiet his background noise has gotten since he'd left.

There's too many stars now; it seems like the night sky's gotten wider in your absence. It's overwhelming. He closes the blinds.

Until it's Tuesday afternoon at the end of spring, and his world has just started to change online, but in person the biggest difference is that he's moved apartments. So now he's squinting at the ingredients on the back of a packet of chips since this convenience store has weird flavours that he's hesitant to try. A hand shoots out beside him, reaching past to grab a packet for themselves, and when he mutters a distracted apology, shifting out of their way, he realises after a few moments that whoever it was beside him hasn't moved.

"Can I help-" he frowns, unsure of what this person's problem is, except he realises almost immediately what their problem is; they're you.

Wearing oversized pyjamas in the middle of the convenience store, looking like you'd just woken up from a deep sleep and had shuffled down here in a haze. Which... okay relatable; Corpse's own attire was most definitely the first things he'd picked up off his floor after trying and failing to get to sleep after several hours of attempts.

Reaching out, as if in a trance, you gently prod him with a look of bewilderment on your face.

"Not a dream," he tells you reflexively; catching your train of thought was like old habit, even if just for a moment. Blinking quickly, like waking, like coming back to reality, finally your gaze meets his.

And then you yawn.

Which is the exact moment Corpse realises that he's never actually seen you during the day time, despite having known you for literal years. He's seen you at sunrise and sunset, but for all intents and purposes, you, like him, were practically nocturnal in the rough few years you'd been hanging out together.

His sleep was marginally better now. Marginally.

This single moment is suspended in time, light pouring in the windows of the store behind you like some cinematographer is getting his rocks off to this reunion with the way you're almost silhouetted in gold. But he can still see your face, still see your smile, still see the way everything about you turns fond as you process this moment. It's like no time has passed, just being close to you, everything about you is so familiar.

"Have you refused to stay hydrated out of spite in my absence?" Is the first thing you say, and reflexively, Corpse's face scrunches up, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

"That's how you say hello? You poke me and stare at my lips?" He asks, though the exasperation he feels towards you is familiar and strangely comfortable; your grin widens.

"I simply made an educated guess -" another yawn cuts your words off, and you give a little stretch, before trying to shake out a bit of your obvious exhaustion. Maybe you were actually nocturnal all this time.

The two of you end up on the roof of his building, if only for old-time's sake, though he finds it strangely funny that this is the first time either of you has had permission to be on the roof you found yourself on. In the shade of the stairwell where the two of you sit, backs to the wall and sharing your haul of junk food, it feels like something out of a memory. Except in the day, in your pyjamas, something about you seems far gentler than he ever remembers you being.

Months disappear in minutes and your friendship picks up right where it left off.

It gets cooler as the sun sets, but he doesn't want this day, this night, this moment to end, so he gets blankets, and you order dinner for the two of you. Corpse... isn't quite sure when the last time was that he had a proper meal, and despite the lighthearted way you joke about it, you seem to share the same problem. So together you eat, and laugh, and when you look at the stars with the light in your eyes and a smile on your lips, a sight he'd thought he'd never see again, it almost overwhelms him, like he could find the right words for this moment they'd practically explode out of him. But he can't find the right words, could never find the right words, listening, instead to you babble about what you've been up to.

It's as if he's trying to memorise this moment, watching you with fond familiarity, leaning his head back against the brick wall behind him as he watches you through half-closed eyes. The universe is correcting itself for your absence from his life with this night, and then going back the other way when he wakes, still on the roof, not sure when he'd passed out the night before. His whole body feels like it's revolting against him for sleeping on the fucking roof, without even a damn pillow. Unfortunately, it's not the worst sleep he's gotten lately.

The sky is lilac and golden where he's grimacing at it, sun barely having risen, but when he shifts, tries to get himself into a more comfortable position, he sees you, a few feet away, curled up on your side with your hands pillowed beneath your head, asleep. He shouldn't be surprised, and yet he still is, touched by the fact that you'd stayed. Proof that you cared after all this time.

Time passes, time together. Now he has you back, he's not letting you go. You were always the best part of the shit he used to put himself through, the only thing he'd really consider going back for, the only thing he knew was worth bringing with him.

Practically neighbours now, he's surprised when you invite him over to your place for dinner.

He learns where you're from.

He learns where you go when the sun comes up.

Sometimes, he joins you there.

Your apartment is about the same size as his, hobbies and crafts and posters and bric-a-brac cluttering the space, filling it with the things you love; grinning at him as he flops on the sofa, you tell him he fits right in.

He doesn't realise things are getting better, getting brighter, until he looks back at where he'd come from. He'd climbed from the tar pit, but he'd been working himself into exhaustion with his newfound freedom. At least now, when you bang on his door with a grocery bag and a USB with the latest blockbuster pirated and ready to watch, it means he's eating, and focusing on something other than whatever's been slowly driving him mad. And you always seem to know exactly when he needs a break. You still watch; you still see him when he can barely see himself at times.

But he learns quickly that somehow your sleep schedule is worse than his.

And you're only eating well because you're making sure he does too.

And you live close by, sure, but each day it feels like it grows a little further apart. You've come to keep each other in check, to do your best to take care of each other when you can, but sometimes Corpse thinks he might sleep easier knowing you've managed to get some sleep too. His own exhaustion gets to be almost unbearable sometimes, he hates to think what you've putting yourself through.

But strangely enough, the two of you appear to be on the same wavelength.

"Is it weird that I sleep better on your sofa?" You asked, snuggling beneath the blankets he'd haphazardly thrown over you; he can tell you're beaming, even if he can only see your eyes. It's almost six in the morning, the sun was rising, the two of you had been marathoning horror movies and you had given up on the idea of going home before attempting some rest.

"The fact that you sleep at all is one of science's greatest mysteries," he smirked, but as he passed on the way to his own bedroom, he pets your cheek fondly. To see you sleeping serenely when he stumbles out of his room around midday for a glass of water, it fills him with an indescribable warmth.

It happens over time.

Your toothbrush on the sink, more of your shoes pile by the door, then you're bringing different cutlery and utensils from your own kitchen as you keep making the two of you food, or Corpse will be cooking and realise too late that he never had a lemon zester to begin with. What kind of parallel universe is this where he seriously requires a lemon zester? That's the thought that baffles him in the five minutes it takes you to run and grab your own.

"I'm not letting you take the sofa! I'm the guest -" you argued brightly, right as he frowned at you, then down at the basket of laundry in his hands.

"You stopped being a guest when you started throwing your laundry in with mine," he tells you without room for argument, "the sofa is bad for your back, let me -"

"My back is fine!"

"Yeah, now," he rolled his eyes, "take the bed; if it means that much to you, we can, I don't fucking know, switch every week or so," he offers, tone implying that he thinks you're being ridiculous. Which, you consider as you lay flat on your back in his double bed, staring up at the ceiling, you might have been.

"It's a double bed," you call out into the darkness of four-fifty-eight in the morning.

"I'm aware," Corpse's tired, half muffled response comes a beat later.

"Do you..." you pause for a moment, finally conceding defeat on the earlier matter, and also just now realising how absolutely stubborn you were being by refusing all his earlier offers for a far more comfortable sleeping arrangement, "we could just share."

It becomes domestic, if erratic, and every day there's fewer and fewer reasons that you can find to be still paying rent on your own place that you're never at. The pair of you live a simple and cheap life, which, considering some days Corpse feels more like his namesake than others, and he's still got his medical bills to keep in mind, it's probably for the best.

The things that had filled your home slowly come to populate his apartment, just as you'd fit yourself seamlessly into his new life.

"I can't believe I ever thought you were intimidating," Corpse is grinning with your head in his lap, poking fun at your various collectables scattered about. The afternoon is warm, plates from lunch sit, practically licked clean, on the coffee table.

"Hey, my personal life and my weird, street-rat life were separate for a reason," you'd stuck your nose in the air as best you could, fighting back a smile of your own, "I was intimidating."

"You were unsettling -"

"You thought I was unsettling because you didn't know why I was actually intimidating!" You wriggled around for a moment, half bracing yourself against the arm of the sofa to properly look him in the eyes.

"Oh I fully believe you thought you were intimidating," there's something about his voice, about this moment, you'd felt it before, more and more recently, like it was building.

"I kept pulling out knives when people tried to fight me," you tell him as seriously as you could muster, feeling yourself grow warm as he held your gaze.

"A lot of those assholes had knives," his voice is soft, though you couldn't help the sharp grin that found it's way onto your face.

"Yeah, but they're all talk... mostly."

"And you? Ready to cut a bitch at a moment's notice?" He huffed faint, a disbelieving laugh, to which your eyebrows rose.

"You knew me back then, I was unsettling; could you say with absolutely certainty that I wouldn't cut a bitch at a moment's notice?" And though you make a very good point, he leans in, closing the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours.

Something about the way you taste - like something sweet and familiar, like the food you'd made together - the way you feel - he's held you gentle, held you close, woken up with an arm around you to see you smiling all sleepy and content with the contact, but never like this, though he's wanted to hold you like this for longer than he can put into words - or maybe it's gentle, pleased noise you make as he deepens the kiss; every sensation in this moment is going to be burned into his brain. He pulls you into his lap properly; all roads were leading here, he realises thinking back. Nothing else would have made sense. You wrap your arms around his neck, the reality of it all feels like its about to overwhelm him.

When you pull back, eyes wide, drinking in his expression and trying to process the moment, he watches your whole face light up. He holds you tighter, it's all he can do in this moment, pressing his face, his grin, against your collar.

"How do you do that?" He's a little breathless, "how do you do that with your face, I don't -"

"Do what?" You sound confused, and he pulls back, if only to gaze at you; he doesn't realise how utterly lovestruck he looks in this moment. You can't help but hold his jaw gently, thumb brushing his cheek.

There's no hesitation when he speaks now; honesty hasn't felt like a trap for a long time, but it's still a struggle to find the right words -

"Your face just says everything; you can say everything without even saying anything, and I just feel like- I feel like that supernova. I never know what to say when I wanna say something, I just feel like I'm going to explode."

"A supernova?" Voice barely more than a whisper, you're awed and fond, even as his face scrunches up with embarrassment as he realises what he's said.

"You make me feel like a supernova," he murmurs despite himself, doubling down as he leans in to trail kisses up the column of your throat.

There is consistency and care in the love you share. It's cooking together, and playfully bickering about the right amount of time to cook pasta, but getting distracted, getting wrapped up in each other until the water boils over loudly. It's consistently inconsistent sleep schedules and dragging the other to bed if they've been awake for objectively too long. It's pride and support and hyping each other up, and you may not know a lot about the online world that has begun to deify Corpse, but others opinions wouldn't sway your own, you just feel lucky that his music is consistently fire.

It's the way Corpse likes having the blinds open at night because he likes the way the sight of the stars makes you smile.

It's the way you hear him, loud and adamant where he's in the middle of a drunk-stream with some of his friends -

"I wasn't lying- hey, I wasn't lying, okay when I said I didn't have people IRL, I have you guys, okay, but you're online, you're all online, you already know who I am so it doesn't matter if you know who I am," he's rambling, and you pause the show you're watching, half tempted to poke fun at him as you had when you'd heard him echo this sentiment before, but as you crack the door to his office open, leaning against the doorframe, he turns to you, undeterred, beaming but still obviously addressing the rest of his stream.

"I don't have friends offline, but I have them, and they're not..." his tone is going soft, going somewhat sappy and sentimental, and your heart feels like it's about to burst with love at the look of tipsy adoration he's regarding you with, "they're not my friend. They've never been my friend, they're better; they're... constant." After all this time, you're still here, and you know there's no place you'd rather be. "They're my constant."

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thesimperiuscurse · 3 years

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I'm asking ALL OF THEM for Mako. But also want to say that I really appreciate the sink picture being your header now lmfao. If Mako gets asked by someone then I switch to Misha

Poor Damien got dethroned by a sink. Time to spill Mako’s love life! It’s something that isn’t meant to be a secret but just doesn’t really get brought up in the story, because if I write every detail of the character backstories, the chapters will be infinite. Spoilers ahead for Chapter 11.

a — how does your muse show affection?

Before he met Eva, he knew nothing of physical (non-sexual) affection, being more of an Acts of Service type. Back then he and Misha weren’t close enough just yet to share the affection they do now. As a result, his love language has developed almost entirely from Eva’s cuddling and her small, mindless touches. He’s slowly learning to return that affection, especially now that they’re in a romantic relationship. It’s subtle, no grand gestures or declarations, just existing peacefully together.

b — does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

He loves flowers. Since he was a little kid his favourite thing to do was wander around the estate gardens, and later Tokyo, just to gaze at flowers and curl up among their sunlit perfumes. There’s something about the delicate beauty and quiet life and resilience of flowers that captures his fascination. Sakura blossoms are his favourite.

c — does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

He can’t... eat... chocolate...

d — what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Mako liked dressing up and going to very expensive restaurants, but he doesn’t think of dates anymore, because Vicky ruined the romantics of it for him.

e — does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Not before Eva. Sometimes his baby niece Chiharu hugs him when he carries her around but that doesn’t really count. It took him completely off guard when Eva just ran up to him at regionals and hugged him. It was at this moment he discovered he likes hugs, and these two have been snuggling ever since.

f — is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

He’s never flirted with anyone in terms of pick up lines, flattering, etc. He knows he’s sexy as fuck physically very attractive and his reputation is a powerful magnet, so it’s always people coming up to him and flirting. If he’s interested then his body language will show it.

g — is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Due to relationship expectations he bought many expensive things for Victoria (mostly diamond jewellery), but the only true gift he’s ever given is to Misha for his 18th birthday, which was a collection of books and so quite thoughtful. His perspective of money is extremely warped compared to normal people, though, so if he ever was to get his partner something, he would need to consult Misha about it.

h — is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

He falls in love very easily with anyone who shows him a bit of kindness (the reason why he stayed with Vicky and her unpleasant behaviour). However he is very quiet about it, and worries needlessly about whether his feelings are returned, so with Eva she’s been the one to initiate everything in their relationship so far.

i — does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Mako used to think it as something precious and special, as the truest expression of love. He would exchange it quite often and easily with Vicky in goodnights and goodbyes. Of course, she used this trust to her advantage for an ulterior motive. He realised that the words were just that—words, able to be uttered without feeling. Now it is tainted, and it’s likely he won’t ever be able to say it again.

k — is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Yes. Hoe. Also, his first boyfriend (Zephyr, his real name being Laurence Atlas) taught him a great deal about pleasure so credit to him, I guess.

l — who does your muse love?

m — how does your muse reconcile after arguments or fights?

He rarely gets into arguments because 1) he tries to avoid conflict by calming situations down and 2) who’s brave enough to challenge him? The answer to that is his partner, but they haven’t gotten into any fights yet as a couple so we shall have to see.

o — does your muse have a way with words?

Not really. He’s charismatic in his elegant, gentleman way, but his way of assembling words is logical. His crush on Eva rendered him shy and flustered in front of her so his ability to be a smooth talker is nonexistent. Luckily for him, Eva is also blunt so they just talk to each other in a straight-forward manner, or without words at all.

p — what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Traditionally, his criteria for whoever he hooks up with is just beauty. Thanks to his work, he’s always surrounded by beautiful people, *cough* Damien. Partner wise... he wasn’t looking. Eva just burst into his life and he found that he loves her everything.

q — would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

In his situation, technically it would be his parents who are going to be asking :/

r — is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

Hopeless romantic. Because of the way he grew up, the classic depiction of romance is wonderfully appealing to him. What little he’s seen of romance in media makes his heart yearn. His traditional perception of love somewhat contradicts his sexuality, and of course now, he’s also a cynic.

s — did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

No, the only kids he talked to during his childhood were his cousins.

t — does your muse believe in true love?

Yes. Just not for him.

u — has your muse had their heart broken?

Yes, and it ceaselessly bothers Misha.

w — would your muse get married? why / why not?

His opinion on marriage is neutral. He really likes the idea of a beautiful wedding (*cough* multi-million dollar wedding) and wishes for it have been brewing in the back of his mind for years. The concept of marrying for true love is just something that has never seemed real for him, so at the same time, he’s worried about the many years after the wedding, if his wife will even like his company.

x — does your muse use / like pet names?

No, he’s really not verbally affectionate anymore. Eva will fight him if he tries to call her one anyway.

y — does your muse get protective easily?

He is very protective of the two people he loves. He knows Eva can defend herself perfectly well, so in a way he’s more protective of Misha, who is more vulnerable. He’s not physically defensive because while he’s strong, he’s non-violent and can’t fight for shit, but there’s power in his position in society that has potential to cause far more damage than physical scars. At the moment he relies on people’s fear of this (see: Logan) rather than actually wielding it.

#no one likes you vicky #makohayashi #genfour #lilaremonn #thesimperiuscurse #characterask

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rottmntrulesall · 3 years

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I wrote a drabble featuring Monsrage and Hikari. Enjoy.

The centre of his chest had started beating a lot faster than before.

Whenever he either glanced or crossed paths with the mortal.

How could this be? He hardly felt this tornado of emotions and feelings ever since... for how long? More than thousands of years? He, feeling his weary old age while still having quite a battle strong, sculptured and youthfully body. He thought ever since he had to put a stop to his passionate relationship with his very first partner, he would never have the chance to pursue the pleasurably blissful feelings he once felt the moment he fulfilled the order to tie the knot with Chemia at the request of his elders and the approval of the Heads.

He was apparently wrong.

This human man (or lad, in his opinion because he still looked quite young for someone around forty years old in human age) had somehow, even without trying, tugged something within him. Made him feel this long buried emotion... Again.

From what he knew, the object of his current curiosity happened to be the younger brother of the celebrity human his own son, Draxum, in one of his favorite grandsons, Michelangelo's words; "is in a relationship with". When he heard the latest word regarding his son, he and his wife, Chemia went to visit their son whom they had for long never heard from, and found him living with a rat mutant and four mutant turtles (somehow in a way, are their sons). Surprises aside, Monsrage was absolutely over delighted to not only be finally reunited with his distanced son but to also meet his son's mate (although that part was initially and fervently denied by both parties, his son and the former human martial arts celebrity) as well as getting to know his mutant grandchildren, making him one happy "old" yokai grandpa. He loved all his four turtle grandchildren equally especially Michelangelo, who possessed a sweet, innocent heart of a child even though he was a teenager.

Speaking of child, that word alone did him refresh himself a forgotten memory...

30 years ago...

He was panting in great pain. Clutching his heavily bleeding upper left arm as he struggled to rest under a pink blossomed tree in the woods, his head throbbing with jabbing pain. He was at the human realm, world away from the Hidden City, pursuing a fleeing enemy. They both fought and he managed to subdue the menace but also got his own share of injuries... He was no doctor of course, the only option he could think on how to stop the pain going worse was to lick his wound but he was too preoccupied with the stinging pain to do it...

"Hiroki, look!"

"Is that... A real yokai?!"

The warrior beast yokai tensed at the sound of... children? He got up and tried to get up to flee but only tripped, ten folding his grievous pain.

"UNGH!" He bit his bottom lip to refrain himself from roaring in agony. Great. Just great. Now, he just got discovered by a few humans and soon, he would have to face...

"W-Wait! It's okay, we're not gonna hurt you!" A little human boy came and knelt down before him. "We won't tell anyone about you at all, right, Hiroki?"

"Yeah!" A little girl looked almost like the boy quipped. Monsrage could guess that they were twins. "What happened? You look terribly hurt." Monsrage did not answer her innocent inquiry, remembering to be on his guard.

"Hiroki, can you go and secretly get the first aid kit without anyone seeing you? Look out especially for Saki nissan." The boy asked.

"Okay, I'll be right back in a moment! Wait here with him!" The girl ran off. The boy stayed by his side, fishing out a handkerchief and moistening it with water from a bottle, wiped away the beads of sweat from his body as well asd abbed away some of the blood from the wound. The girl came back soon with a handled white box with a red symbol. Both children tended to his injuries and gave him something to eat from their lunchboxes. As he recovered day by day, he often watched them play their games and halfway through healing, he even participated having fun with them while hiding in the woods away from other humans. He grew especially fond of the little boy, Hikari who was the very first human person who showed him kindness and compassion despite them being different in species and age. He remembered the look of pure fascination the boy had in his eyes when he told him his name and exclamations of delight whenever he turned to his beast like form and gave him and his sister rides. He also recalled the tears in his eyes when he had to say goodbye and leave him and his sister once he was well...

That was so long ago. He never knew nor expected to meet the little boy again who was now a grown man, when Lou (his son, Draxum's marked mate) invited him over to see his family and announced that he and Draxum are a couple now. Understandably, there was some concerns regarding the questionable past but surprisingly, everything worked out well and he was happy for both his son and his beloved, wishing them well and to pursue their happiness together.

If only he could sort out the problem he was facing now. Facing before the man who he once met and now, was responsible for rekindling the long ago buried emotions. It did not take him long to be hit with the unavoidable truth revelation only he and he alone realized...

He was in love again. With the very little boy who saved him from his pain thirty years ago.

But the question now is...

Does Hikari recognize him? More importantly, has his opinion about him remained neutral or does he even feel the same way Monsrage feels about him?

Only time can tell. And Monsrage feared the very day. His mind filled with terrifying possibilities he did not want to think about. He did not want to go through the same pains he suffered years ago...

And that's pretty much the story, for now. Writing isn't much of my strength but I did enjoy writing about them and I got to say, I am pretty proud out it turned out!

#hikamon #monsrage #drabble #hamato hikari #siblings au #submission

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mercatorantique · 4 years

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aesthetic tag!

tagged by @seungchris

tagging: yall dont have to do it but ! @banghans @kimatas @djxiao @chrrysoda @utunes @itzmidzy n if anybody else wants to feel free to say i tagged u!

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

soft

dark academia

edgy

seventies

preppy casual

cinanamon - steph

gold jewelry, slowdancing in the kitchen with a lover, sun on skin, red-tinted lip balm, lazy mornings, getting lost in foreign cities, scent of bakeries, high-waisted jeans, kissing someone’s neck, writing reminders on your wrist, sleeping in braids to have waves in the morning, growing an herb garden, gentle touches, sketches tucked between pages, flushed cheeks, tandem bikes, floating in a pool, vintage gold hand-mirror, deer grazing, softly singing while doing chores

jaesmintea - dia

naptimetea - helena

jeonginks

scxrlettwxtches

listening to a song and remembering the times you used to listen to it on repeat | imagining yourself living in any other life than the one you have now | crop tops and high waisted jeans | forgetting to smile but not actually being upset | nuzzling your face in the crook of their neck | back hugs when you’re stressed | turning in assignments 1 minute before they’re due | wanting a relationship but getting scared the moment you’re in one | pretending that you don’t care when inside you’re burning with doubts and fears | the sound of the evening waves as you lie on the sand | lying in your bed listening to your sad playlist | exhaustion but you can’t sleep | singing loudly when you’re the only one home | feeling safe and comfortable with that person in your life | knee high suede black boots with your black winter coat | comfort over appearance | writing essays at 2 am | creative peak from 1 am to 4 am | the one that always ends up walking in the back of a friend group

hyunsracha - sav!

lveletters

dnceracha - sydni

seungchris - tessa

gutenyang - luca

a game over screen playing its melancholy music in the darkness | being so full of love you start choking on it even though it has nowhere to go | being so drained of love that everything runs together | hazy memories as if they’re no longer your own | wet ink staining the palms of your hands | teeth glinting in the dim light, are those really so sharp? | getting lost in a campfire, the voices of your friends laughter and singing fading out as you stare | home-grown roses and lavender and lilies | the burn in your lungs after a good long scream | the ringing in your ears after seeing your favorite artist in concert, live, feeling the vibrations in your very soul | a smile shared between two...not lovers, but impossibly intertwined regardless | the fascination with catholic imagery and disgust with everything else | a ballroom in the modern era | lips against skin, a kiss and a secret whispered | a leather jacket so loaded with pins and patches that it says more about the owner than any words can describe | a bassline so melodic it catches you off guard, sweeps you off your feet | laughter for laughter’s sake | reading between the lines and only praying someone reads between yours as well | that one knife that says ‘jopping’

#i think i did more than 20 but like im a writer it's what i DO #about tag #bullshit.txt #thank u so muc !!!!

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cloudycrystalkpop · 6 years

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EXO as hybrids

Suho (dog hybrid)

• a hard working boy

• works his tail off for the other members

• didn’t ask to be in charge of all these men, but he took on the challenge anyway

• he loves the other guys, but he can get a little tired of dealing with them all the time

• when he gets home, he really just wants to curl up in your arms and relax from his responsibilities

• will want to treat you like royalty bc you are everything in his eyes

• he really just wants to spoil you, and would do anything you ask

• bc the only reward he needs after a long and hard day is to see you smile bc of something he did

• alpha and mother for their little group

• sometimes mothers you as well, just because it’s a habit at this point

• will also naturally take the lead in anything

• if you don’t like this, you’ll have to point it out to him, and he’ll try to stop

• but if you feel comfortable with it, you can kinda just sit back and relax when he’s around

• treats you like a part of his pack, but will bow to your authority.

• you are the only member of his pack who is allowed to tell him what to do

• bc of this, some of the other members see you as some kind of god

Xiumin (cat hybrid)

• the original creator of the cat nap

• loves to sleep. all day, every day

• he can also sleep on anything

• the bed, the couch, the floor, the fireplace, the dining room table

• but little Minseok’s favorite place to nap?

• your lap of course.

• will curl up beside you and let you do whatever, whether you’re watching tv or on your computer, as long as his head is resting against your legs

• he says he likes laying on you lap above everything else because when he can feel you he knows you are safe

• doesn’t worry about you or himself all the time, but he wants you to be safe and comfortable

• he can pick up on your emotions very quickly and will be able to tell if you aren't feeling well

• whether that’s because you’re getting sick, or you’ve had a bad day, or your fighting mental illness

• every now and again, when you’ve had the absolute worst day in a long time, he’ll just sit down in front of you and slowly close your laptop

• and when you ask him what he wants or what he’s doing, he’ll just stare at your for a moment before saying.

• “...spill.”

• and the next thing you know, you’re curled up on his chest with dried tears on your cheeks, his fingers running over your scalp as he softly purrs beneath you

Lay (cat hybrid)

• a big ol’ softy

• this baby wants to be your protector

• nothing's gunna hurt you, your big teddy bear is here!

• asks you to wear his clothes or sweaters bc then you smell like him

• doesn’t like it if you come straight out of the shower and aren't wearing something of his bc you don’t smell right

• how is he supposed to protect you if you don’t have a little bit of his sent on you at all times

• but this is a two way street.

• he will wear whatever you want him to, or what he thinks you’ll like

• likes to wear sweaters and cuddle with you

• bc you’ll snuggle into the soft warmth and it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside

• he loves going out to nature parks or local bridges and watching the sunset with you

• he’s always waiting for you as soon as you get home, a warm and gentle aura now surrounds your home

• bc he is your home

• and that’s all he could ever hope to be

• bc you took him in and gave him love and warmth, when he was cold and lonely

• you took him in off the street and he’s forever in debt to you, you protected him, so now he wants to protect you, because,

• you are his home

Baekhyun (cat hybrid)

• oh goodness.

• i hope you have a LOT of patience, bc you are gunna need it

• he’s kinda moody, and,

• a diva.

• wants to be pampered and spoiled

• this doesn’t have to mean expensive things

• not that he doesn’t like those too

• he just wants your attention solely on him

• you are not allowed to spend time with another hybrid

• not without him at least, so Chanyeol can sometimes come over for playdates

• can be a bit of a hypocrite,

• bc he likes befriending other people and hybrids but if he sees you talking to another hybrid on your own, even if they are part of his group,

• he will not be pleased

• he could have a couple reactions to this

• he may just wander over to you two and w h i n e that you pay attention to him instead

• he may go find another cute human and flirt with them to try and make you jealous

• or, occasionally, he may pull you away and assert himself and his dominance over you

• you may need to remind him that you are, in fact, the one he is supposed to listen too

• or you could just lay back and see what he does

Chen (dog hybrid)

• a bit of a troublemaker

• but it’s only in good fun

• loves going out and showing you off

• bc, ‘that’s right everyone, that’s my owner.’

• likes to hide your things sometimes, just to see what you do

• will push your buttons for fun and poke at boundaries

• if you scold him for these things there is a 50/50 chance he’ll take you seriously

• but, if you sit him down, and honestly explain why what he’s doing is (dangerous, infuriating, rude, disrespectful...) he will stop and never do it again

• if he sees that it genuinely does bother you, he’ll apologize and try and make it up to you

• he loves you and he wants you to love him too and to have your approval

• but following the rules and being a ‘good boy’ aren't in his instincts

• he’s also just a little... weird

• like, one day you’ll hear noise in the middle of the night, and you’ll look around for him and he’s not there

• so you carefully make your way into your kitchen, and turn on the light to see him, sitting on the floor, eating peanut butter with a tiny spoon

• he’ll just kinda look up at you, and with a mouth full of peanut butter, the spoon between his lips, and he’ll wave at you, wiggling his eyebrows a little bit

• like he’s just casually saying ‘hello~ fancy seeing you here?’

Chanyeol (dog hybrid)

• an energetic puppy

• he means well but sometimes it becomes a little to much

• can get v shy v soft and v c u t e

• has been known to break things in excitement

• but he feels so bad after and might cry if he thinks you’ll scold him

• wants to help you however he can

• will try to help you cook, but he will probably burn something

• he gets very worried whenever he messes something up,

• this is bc he’s had past owners who couldn’t handle him and mistreated him and abandoned him

• so a small part of him is forever scared, that he causes to much trouble. that he’s to accident prone to deserve to be put up with

• that he is unlovable, and doesn’t deserve to be cared about

• you’ve got to remind him that that is not true

• LOVES to play fetch

• also loves belly rubs and back scratches

• clingy and likes to either sit beside you and rest his head on your (shoulder, arm, legs, knees) or stand behind you and back hug you

• but, he forgets how big he is and knocks things over or trips on things

• will hide his bruises and cuts, bc he’s scared you’ll scold him

• might cry if you call him a ‘good boy’. he only dreams of you saying those words to him

D.O (cat hybrid)

• a smol bean that can and will claw your eyes out

• he is the, looks like a cinnamon roll but will actually kill you, meme

• but if you don’t provoke him, you get to lay witness to his cute side

• and goddamn is he adorable

• a smol fluffy uwu

• gets in moods where he doesn’t really want to be petted or shown physical affections

• but sometimes he’ll lean his head on your shoulder as his way of asking for pets

• but he’s usually neutral on the subject

• likes birds, and bird watching

• you’re not sure if this is bc he thinks they’re pretty, he wants to befriend them, or he wants to play with them

• he is a cat after all

• will cook for you, but only what he wants to eat

• gets tired from dealing with the dogs and Baekhyun and might just curl up on the couch for a cat nap

• you might be able to rest his head on your lap and pet on his ears and hair while he sleeps

• if you get away with it and he doesn’t wake up and push you away, he’ll start to purr softly

• if you keep it up long enough, or you’re really good, he might start to knead on your legs, still purring adorably

Kai (dog hybrid)

• the sweetest boy

• lives to please

• just wants love and kindness

• a cinnamon bun, to good for this world, to pure

• loves going out with you and seeing new places

• will hold your hand and pull you around parks, marveling at nature

• easily enchanted by the simplest of things

• could listen to a creek babble and watch the water run over the rocks in spirals and pools

• he thinks it’s beautiful and fascinating

• very innocent and childlike in his wonder and charms

• but yes, he is very charming

• old people love him, and he likes listening to their stories

• treats everyone with respect and kindness

• but as much as he loves others, he loves you the most

• likes to cuddle with you, and wrap you up in his arms

• loves to play with your hair, or have you play with his

• he also really likes it when you feed him, especially if you made whatever it is you’re giving him

• if he sees you happy, it makes him happy

• tail wags and adoring smiles are always emanating from him whenever you’re around

Sehun (dog hybrid)

• a MOODY bitch

• has been known to talk smack about his members behind their backs

• also whines to you about e v e r y t h i n g

• tells you you’re taking to long

• or complains that you’re rushing him

• but while he’ll tell you everything you’re doing wrong to your face, he never talks about you behind your back

• bc ‘excuse you, that’s my owner and none of your beeswax, now fuck off, bitch.’

• roasts everyone, 24/7

• but mostly, roast you

• so yeah, he’s a little shit

• but he’s your little shit

• will lean on you in public and glare at everyone while whining and growling

• bc he doesn’t want to deal with all these people, he just wants you

• has 0 filter on what he says

• so do not ask for his opinion unless you want his real opinion

• bc he will roast you and that ugly dress your friend bought you and your friend for that matter,

• in front of said friend, with no remorse

• but, you known that he would never ever even think of lying to you.

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icharchivist · 5 years

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I kind of get the impression Lavi might resent Link a bit. The other exorcists, besides Kanda, seem used to Link (I think Komui Talks even said he and Lenalee talk about tea when Allen snacks on treats). But the few interactions we've had between them seem less then smooth. Lavi's teasing of Link seems a bit more sharp. Mostly about Link bothering Allen. He got easily irritated when Link rejects him accompanying them. He also seems to keep away from them more, probably because Link doesn't -

2 tolerate Lavi's shenanighans much (dislike seems mutual). I imagine it's both a bit of protectivness over Allen but also because both are technically watchers of Allen. There to observe record his story. Link more or less replaced him so as a bookman he might be a little 'hey quit moving in on my job sugar freak'. There's actually a lot to be said on how Link and Lavi parallel each other and their relationship w/Allen (honestly I love Allen's bond w/both of them. So similar yet so different).

yOU AND ME BOTH NONNY.

I’ve felt it EXACTLY Like that too??

It could also be on intend, I mean, of course neither truly knows the other’s intention, but Link officially got introduced as Lveille’s watchdog (i’m almost certain Lavi calls him a watchdog when Link forbid him to follow him and Allen) so i could also see some sort of bitterness of Not Liking This. (especially since Lavi doesn’t like Lveille all that much.)

Tbh I doubt Link knows much of Lavi’s ways to reccord stuff nor if he knows the Bookmen keep a close eye on Allen so for him he might as well just see the very annoying Bookman who sticks around and distracts Allen and starts a whole lot of pranks for nothing. And even if he knew how much Lavi would actually record, that would also be a problem, since Link is part of Lveille’s secret services, so Link could know that Lavi would also take the opportunity to dig a btg about that, and that would be annoying. And I can see that not having the full idea of what’s going on in Link’s mind would annoy Lavi a lot.

And you’re right, they both are so similar and yet different, both started out to watch Allen with more or less distaint and both of them got attached despite all odds. Not to mention their trainings (Between Bookman and Crows) kinda have them supposedly priviligize their loyauty in their “clans” rather than to Allen. and Allen challenges that in both cases. And they’re both more or less emotionally stunned to start with.But they both act on their training on complete different ways - perhaps because Link is also a big brother figure to rest of the Crows so he acted “more serious” as a kid? While Lavi never had anyone to look after so he just got careless and he covers his lacks of emotions with humor to not drive too much attention (and bc it’s easier to record when people feel like they can talk around you i guess?). Regardless of why, they both show it off on complete different behavior, Link being so serious and Lavi so “carefree”.

I could see Lavi be bitter about Link recording stuff Allen does but ye i do think there’s also the “I don’t trust Lveille so i don’t trust this guy” going on - and as Lavi as a Bookman is “meant to be neutral” I doubt he really appreciate a more “biased” person on Allen’s back, especially in a time where the Order is more likely to turn on Allen after its Noah’s ties get known y’know?

(Kinda funny though since Lenalee is kind with Link and can distance him from Lveille, but considering Lavi’s interreaction with Lveille and how much Link is supposed to answer to him i wouldn’t exclude this to annoy Lavi).

and i mean, the Bookmen don’t seem to Openly Be Hiding Stuff from the Order. People know their clan has secrets but they’re not open about it, and most people can expect them to be more genuine/actually provide information. The Crows ARE a secret hand of the Order, and it’s more than likely that the Bookmen know they have secrets, secret agenda, that they have some goal in their mind. (consider also: the Cross/Allen convo that happened when the Crows also had Allen tied down, and the Crows were here to watch like Lavi, but also restrain Allen if it was required (which happened at some point too). Their “recording” also comes with restraining Allen and this would be enough to give a bad taste in Lavi’s mouth. Especially again with its obvious bias.)

Also Crows are known for their dirty work (the Third Exorcist projects, the previous generation were also involved in the Second Exorcist projects) so in comparaison to “more neutral, just here to watch” Bookmen, that could be enough to create distain: Both from Link as a Crow to keep the Bookmen from getting their noses in their business, and from the Bookmen to know that the Crows have their own hidden agenda to start with (and perhaps even the curiosity to want to dig into it, while Link is always putting barriers against it).

Also Link has the unfair advantage to 1) Get to Allen’s heart with food, 2) Get to stick so close to Allen that he used to sleep in Allen’s room. Considering Bookman also watches over Lavi to not get him to be too involved and how this is taking Allen away from Lavi time, I could see this as perticularly annoying. Like “sorry but the part of the annoying watcher is already taken”.

And for the very short time between when Link arrived and Lavi was taken away, Lavi was officially Allen’s friend more than a watcher only (and whatever Lavi tried to hide his feelings, he WAS being a friend to Allen), while Link only started to get out of his “duty driven mind” for the first time when Allen was in the cell and that he talked to him about the others Crows. So while Lavi could be a threat at worse, an annoyance at best, Link was just a Threat. And Link never pretended to be a friend to Allen (that... just sort of happened against his will), so the animosity can also be there since the intends were clearer.

They both have a very fascinating dynamic with Allen tbh. While Allen kinda changes everyone he gets close to, those two are particularly interesting with how much Allen gets them to challenge the people they had been loyal to their whole life and challenge their lack of emotions

Tbh it’d be fascinating to have the two of them in the story together again (which reminds me that forever ago Hoshino posted a picture of Lavi and Allen that ?? seemed to be from a future chapter that never came out?? here’s the pict i mean, the last one of the set, as you can see we have seen the others pictures of that set. Anyway trying to look back to it i’m puzzled bc I’m almost certain i’ve seen this picture with Link on top??? I’m having a major throwback bc it doesn’t seem to be the case anymore I feel like i hallucinated that....)

ANYWAY I meant, now if the two of them came back in the picture, that would fascinating, because Link knows far more about Allen now and opened up to him far more, so his dynamic could be perceived as different now. And after all Lavi had been through Link might as well keep a close eye on him for different reasons. Albeit now they would both be in a conflicting mindset... idk it would be interesting.

Take care!

#ichafantalks dgm #ALSO if anyone remember the page i'm talking about imu???#I know someone redrew it too but i don't remember #why am i certain i've seen this with a picture of Link on top #GUH this is killing me #Anonymous #ichareply

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lacie, lottie, ada, sharon, jack, haise, juuzou, umibozu, kamui, abuto, dabi, himiko, twice, todoroki, kiri, ciel, lizzy, charles grey&phipps

aaa thank you!!! thanks for adding to the ph and also the kuro ones!!

lacie, jack, juuzou and kamui, here!!

lottie

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | STRIKINGLY BEAUTIFUL | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor!!! | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: throughout all the story, she changed her views on the situation with determination and taming the fear, always doing what she thought was correct. she is dazzling. and her big sister figure for the rest of the baskerville has my heart stolen. she has a lot of energy, she’s like a bustling sunworst quality: her screentime in the end amounted to littleship them with: coughs.. her crush on oswald clicked well with me.. and although they’re not a “ship” to me, they would look really good together as they’re both so gorgeous. don’t ask me about personality matching, i have never given much thought to it although they’re rly different and i think it’s funbrotp them with: all the baskervilles and SHARON ;w; they’re similar in many ways they have so much potential!!!! let best girls interact!!!!needs to stay away from:misc. thoughts: I!! WISH!! SHE!! HAD!! MET!! LACIE!!!!

ada

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: GRYFFINDOR | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: she’s an angel, she is so kind and tries very hard and she’s not.. corrupted? like part of her lives in some other dimension that can’t be soiled. she wants the best she is just.. such a genuinely good person, i can’t make her justice in any way, she is just everything good a person could aspire to be. OH and her love for the occult i adore that side of her!!worst quality: she had the right to be angry or get difficult at some moments but she decided not to and to support her loved ones with all she got, if you find any fault in her it’ll be very hard to comprehend for me, even if i try to be objectiveship them with: none myself.. but if it had made her happier, i would have wanted vinceada to be canon brotp them with: OZ AND GILBERT, THE THREE OF THEM ARE REAL SIBS and i hope sharon?? ;;; i think they could get along really well but we didn’t see anything about them together so ?? :’(needs to stay away from:misc. thoughts: I HATE THE CLOSURE SHE GOT ;_; sorry, no matter how many years pass, her marriage to a rando guy and her longing face when she felt vincent’s presence broke my heart. was she really happy? she’s the kind of person who can make her own life bright and fulfilling even if things couldn’t go the way she’d have wished them, but was she really happy? i’m filled with unease because, more than anybody, i wished her a happy ending, her half-assed finale is a thorn

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haise

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: he was so sweet, and soft, and did his best, and in the end got nothing to show for it… ;_; but at the same time, his part of the story was really neat from start to finish, so i have no complaints. i love haise’s journeyworst quality: when he appeared as one of the 8(?) personas in kaneki’s mind i found him half-hearted and almost as if he regretted the bonds he had made or how easily he thought he maybe should have killed juuzou. while i know he appreciates him and that’s not a solution that would make him happy, i got a bad impression of him being weak-willed and currently i’m a bit disillusioned with him. haise without memories was stronger, now he’s literally just a shadow inside kanekiship them with: brotp them with: he’s the maman, no bros i’m sorry. needs to stay away from: black reaper kaneki, probablymisc. thoughts: i love his relationship with akira and saiko

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charles phipps (thanks for sending him too!!! ;u;)

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Okay so I have this one that might be too much for a prompt and its kind of au and Dick is Batman. Tim is in league w/Ra's for a purpose. He's playing Ra's until he finds any weakness he needs. But as time goes on he starts to wonder if Ra's mind games are working as more and more Ra's words make sense and expose a darker nature in him. One Ra's respects/relates to. Tim's doubting himself and the people he loves until he finds out Ra's plans to body snatch him. Of course Dick and Damian -

2 show up to assist him on his mission, much to his surprise. Basically Dick going protective big bro over Tim and the two mending their bond again. Damian also showing his acceptance/support of Tim as his brother (in his own way that shows he still kind of hates Tim, but not on a murderous level). Basically a psychological look into Tim’s nature, why Ra’s is fascinated w/him and a bunch of brotherly love action that has a happy ending. Okay that was long. Thanks

Wow that is a bit long for a prompt but it’s such a cool idea! It has so many elements that I want to include in my probably will never be written RR story. Let me just give a piece of this okay?

Tim is in his bedroom at the Manor or a bedroom that he once considered to be his but now it just seems like the holdover from a different person, a different life. He stares at the band posters stuck precisely up on the side of the wall and old case files from long ago in a scattered heap on his desk. Tim came very close to never seeing this room again either because his body got possessed or because he’d have crossed a line and not been invited back. He wonders if he’s invited back even now.

Sure, the Bats showed up in the nick of time (you know, after admitting that they ignored his absence for months and finally realized he was in trouble) and brought him back here. But bringing him back to the house didn’t mean they were bringing him home. There’s a light tapping on his door that pulls him from his thoughts and he’s surprised that it’s Damian of all people gently pushing open his door. Kid nearly took the door off it’s hinges last time he needed something in Tim’s room and now he’s knocking? Maybe he’s in the twilight zone, or maybe he really did die and is in some sort of weird limbo.

“What happens to the people, to their minds, when Ra’s takes over their bodies? Do they disappear or do they go into weird dream states where demons knock on doors?” Damian gives him an annoyed look. He pushes the door shut and comes to stand in front of Tim with his hands clasped behind his back (nervous tic, B does it too, what’s he nervous about?) with a neutral expression on his face.

“Grayson mentioned that you’ve up here by yourself too long. He says that when you’re left to your own devices, you forget how to properly interact and say unusual things.” Okay, yeah, so what? “It’s been three days since you’ve been returned, Pennyworth is requesting that you cease your brooding and come down for proper food and human interaction.”

“You didn’t answer my question, you know I’m not one to let these things go.” Tim counters because he can deflect like the best of them. Damian frowns and his whole body tightens up.

“Had we not arrived in time, you would have been gone, your memories, your knowledge, your soul if you will, would have ceased to exist once Grandfather took your body. As far as I am aware, it is a complete death. I’m sorry I do not have more information but I also did not want to sacrifice my body for his cause.” Tim winced at that because, oh right he’d forgotten about that. It seemed like forever ago that Damian was freaking out in the Cave, asking for sanctuary from his own grandfather but it’s only been a few years. Damian’s come so far since then but Tim has to wonder if he’s moved forward too or just fallen back. He leans forward on the bed and rubs at his eyes.

“Sorry Damian, I wasn’t thinking. You’re right, I’ve probably been sitting too long in the dark. I’ll come down for a quick dinner and then I’ll get out of your way. You guys wrecked Ra’s base so he’s going to be busy with that for a while. I can head back to the Perch and get that cleaned and updated for when or if he ever decides to come back.” Damian frowns.

“All your technology won’t help you against him, you left willingly with him last time after all.” Tim winces and turns to look at the wall.

“We all make mistakes kid, I uh wasn’t in a good place then. I was vulnerable and he knew it. I won’t let him get through to me next time or ever again.”

“You are correct, he will not have the chance to because we are going to ensure that you will never feel so alone again that you would listen to his lies.” Tim turns back to Damian with a bitter confused expression. From this vantage point, Damian is taller than him. Tim should probably get used to this view of the kid the way he’s been growing lately. “We… did you wrong Timothy, me most of all.”

“Say what?” Tim responds owlishly because, well, that’s not what he was expecting. Damian merely glowers down at him.

“You’d been slowly but surely made to feel unwelcome within the team and within the family which I acknowledge as being my mainly fault but we can agree I was a different person back then. But we ignored that you were suffering your own losses and let you isolate yourself. Grandfather came and promised you respect and attention and you trusted him because we had offered you no alternative.” Damian said stiffly, looking at a spot over Tim’s shoulder, refusing to make eye contact. (Why? Damian never backs down from confrontation, what changed?)

“You were missing for nearly 4 months and we didn’t notice and, when we did, we didn’t give it the attention it deserved. We had all accepted that you were independent despite the fact that you’re barely older than I am and should not be forced to act as such. It was only when your Team kept kicking up a fuss did we actually investigate.” Damian pauses and eyes him with something approaching concern. “We let you stay with him for 107 days and the worst part it, you aren’t even angry with us, like you didn’t even expect for us to come for you." And well, shit, there’s not much Tim can say to that.

"Damian, I knew you guys were coming," he lies easily with years of practice. "I was just biding my time and, well, you know how Ra’s can be, he was wearing me down was all. I would’ve gotten out okay, but I appreciate the save none the less.” He smiles then and stands up, having had his fill of this awkward, out of place conversation. Might as well get this dinner over with so he can head back to his place and start on getting his head back in order. (He needs to change all the locks, update his way out of date security, shower for like a year-) He walks past the younger boy only for a tiny brown hand to grip his sleeve.

“I know you’re lying and I know you don’t believe me and that's fine right now because you will eventually.” Damian says quietly but full of determination. “You’re like father, you believe in actions and so we will prove to you how much we regret letting our actions fuel your personal demons. No matter what you have come to believe, you have earned your place here. You are father’s son and you are our brother and we will always come for you Tim, always.” Tim blinks down at the little dem- kid and he thinks maybe Damian has grown more than he thought. Maybe enough that they can stop their childish feud. He thinks he’d like to get to know this Damian a little better.

“Come on, dinner’s waiting.” He says finally as he walks out of his dark, empty room with Damian still clinging onto his sleeve.

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GRIGORI by Lauren Smith

SMP Swerve

Publication Date: October 3, 2017

ISBN: 9781250142542; Price: $3.99

Description

"Lauren has created a new series that will capture you from page one! Grigori is exactly what a dragon should be. Smoking hot, sexy, and wickedly dangerous. You're going to love this book!" - New York Times bestselling author Alexandra Ivy

He’s one of the last of a powerful but vanishing bloodline …

Grigori Barinov is the eldest in an ancient line of dragon shifters and the guardian of his family’s lands and fortune. Sworn to protect their history and magic, he won’t rest until he neutralizes any threat to their existence. When he discovers an ancient manuscript that exposes his family and their dragon lineage has fallen into a mortal woman’s hands, he knows he must get the book back by any means necessary. If that means seducing a nosy American woman with an intoxicating scent, he is more than willing to carry her off to his palatial home deep in the heart of Russia.

She’s the one woman who could expose him to the world…

Madelyn Haynes has never fit in. As an adopted child she grew up in a loving home but never felt as though she belonged. Plagued by mysterious dreams she’s had of a silver scaled beast ever since she was a little girl, she is convinced dragons are real. While in Russia working on her PhD in mythology in order to escape the ridicule from fellow professors, she unexpectedly crosses paths with the sexy and dominating Grigori, and after just one night with the man whose eyes seem to burn, she starts to change inside. Isolated in the Russian wilderness Grigori calls home, Madelyn can’t help but fall under his sensual spell, yet something deep inside her calls out that she can’t trust him. She has to show the world dragons are real to salvage academic reputation, even if it means costing her the heart of the dragon she’s falling in love with.

Author Bio

Lauren Smith is an Oklahoma attorney by day, author by night who pens adventurous and edgy romance stories by the light of her smart phone flashlight app. She knew she was destined to be a romance writer when she attempted to re-write the entire Titanic movie just to save Jack from drowning. Connecting with readers by writing emotionally moving, realistic and sexy romances no matter what time period is her passion. She’s won multiple awards in several romance subgenres including: New England Reader’s Choice Awards, Greater Detroit BookSeller’s Best Awards, Amazon.com Breakthrough Novel Award Quarter-Finalist and a Semi-Finalist for the Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Award.

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REVIEW:

Grigori by Lauren Smith

Brothers of Ash and Fire #1

Madelyn has dreamed of dragons her entire life and has always been interested in proving they are or were real. In Moscow she finds a book that indicates they may be BUT finds herself in jeopardy as a result of reading the book and photographing what was in it.

Grigori Barinov and his two brothers are the last of their dragon line and need to create progeny or they will all die out. Little does he know that taking Madelyn home with him might prove to be the best thing that ever happened – for both of them.

There are fights and enemies and a mating and a revelation related to Madelyn and a few other fun events before the book ends with a lead into the next book which will be the story of Grigori’s brother Mikhail. My guess is that Rurik will be the third story in the series.

This was an easy read about a dragon and the mate he ends up with. There was nothing new in this paranormal romance but it was an enjoyable read.

Thank you to NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press – Swerve – this is my honest review.

3-4 Stars

Excerpt: GRIGORI by Lauren Smith

Grigori Barinov stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in his executive office, staring out over the city of Moscow. Body alert, every muscle rigid, the expensive gray wool suit he wore felt tight as he shifted. Below him, people were passing on the streets. A flash of silver caught his attention. It was the wink of a diamond earring dangling from a well-dressed woman’s ear. With eyes that were ten times as powerful as a mortal’s, he scanned the streets, absorbing every detail.

Searching . . .

“For the last few days, his senses had picked up on something in his city. A creature he didn’t recognize. It made him restless. Moscow was filled with supernatural beings—werewolves, vampires, shifters of all kinds, and magically gifted humans were all present—but none of them fired up his instincts. No, he’d never felt this before in his life, but he knew in his gut what it was. An enemy was in his city, a creature that posed a threat to him. As a dragonshifter, few creatures in this world could give him pause and put him on his guard. He only wished he knew what sort of beast it was so he could hunt it down and remove the threat.

The sapphire dragon tattoo on his forearm itched, but he didn’t scratch it. He knew the dragon inside of him was trying to warn him to stay on his guard. The phone on his desk buzzed and his personal assistant, Alexis spoke.

“Mr. Barinov, you have a call from the Russian State Library.”

Every muscle in his body tensed. There was only one reason anyone from the Russian State Library would be calling him. That damn book by James Barrow. He’d been too softhearted and Barrow had been so earnest. He’d gone against his better judgment and allowed the Englishman to spend a year studying him and his brothers. And he’d been paying for it for the last 200 years. He’d been lucky Barrow’s heirs had sent him the journal. Thankfully, it had never been sent to a publisher; Barrow had kept his word about his writings remaining a secret.

I should’ve burned it. But he hadn’t been able to. Barrow had become a friend and Grigori hadn’t wanted to destroy the memory. There was also something fascinating about reading an insightful human’s observations about him and his brothers.

He couldn’t leave it at his office or his home in the country. His enemies had frequently broken into both places more than once, searching for anything they could use against him. He’d thought he’d be clever and tuck it away in a library amid other obscure texts that no one ever looked at in a guarded collection. It had been safe all these years, hiding in plain sight. Until now.

“Mr. Barinov?” Alexis queried again.

“Put the call through.” He turned away from the window and walked over to his mahogany desk just as the phone rang.

He answered. “Yes?”

“Mr. Barinov, my name is Yuri. I’m a guard for antiquarian book room at the Russian State Library.” A man spoke, his voice hushed and anxious.

“Yes.” Grigori waited, his patience on a razor’s edge.

“When I first took over security for this room I was given strict and confidential instructions to call you if anyone ever came asking about a certain title in the collection. Someone checked out the Barrow book, Mr. Barinov.”

Grigori closed his eyes, holding his breath for a moment. “And?”

“I followed protocol. She did not leave the library with the book. But . . .” The guard hesitated. “She was taking pictures. I have no instructions regarding pictures.” The phone cracked as Grigori’s temper flared.

“Pictures?”

“Yes. She was using her phone.” The guard’s voice wavered as though he sensed Grigori’s building rage.

Pictures. Fuck, if any evidence of his existence was discovered and exposed in the world of mortals it would put a target on his back and that of his two brothers. The magical world knew of his family, the last three brothers in ancient bloodline of Russian Imperial Dragon shifters, but the rest of the world didn’t know . . . Couldn’t know.

“Can you detain her until I arrive?” he asked the guard.

“But she’s leaving now—”

“Stop her!” Grigori barked. The other end of the phone was full of panting, the flapping of rubber soled shoes on marble, a muffled shout for someone to stop. Grigori tried to picture the library in his mind, wondering why the guard couldn’t catch up with this woman. Finally the footsteps stopped, and Grigori heard the sounds of streets of the city muted beneath the guard’s gasping for breath.

“She ran—I couldn’t catch her before she left the library. She’s gone. But I have the book.”

Grigori sighed. “I will come to collect it. When I do, I want every detail you have about this woman. Her name, where she’s from, everything.”

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