#Casimir de gevaudan

[bri-the-bi]

“We want Arcana content on the arcana app!!” “No I don’t want them adding a bunch of bullshit to it!!!” “Arcana content should be on the app it was made for!!!!!”

All you Arcana fans, I mean this in the best possible way, but shut the fuck up.

I mean it. Shut the fuck up.

You guys have nothing to worry about— and I say this as an Arcana fan myself. Yeah, maybe it sucks that any new “content” is gonna be on Dorian. It does, I get it— and I’m on your side, I think Arcana content should be on the original app that was made for it.

But that doesn’t fucking matter. You know why? Because at the end of the day, the storyline is over.

Each of the love interests have either learned their lessons in their respective upright routes, or they’ve gotten worse and doubled down in their reversed routes with the apprentice. They’ve each told us they love us. We’ve been with them every step of the way.

They’ve had their stories, their happy endings, and their sad ones.

You know who hasn’t had those endings?

Sage Lesath. Anisa Anka. Felix Iskander Escellun. Casimir de Gévaudan. Rainier. Fin Derodine. The MCs of those stories.

There are Fictif storylines that are still unfinished, and none of those endings are going to be on Fictif. None of those endings are going to be with those beginnings. We don’t even know if they’re GETTING endings at all.

The Arcana has had its time and its storylines, and while it’s sad, I think it’s time we laid the canon content to rest. That doesn’t mean the fandom has to die, it doesn’t mean we have to stop talking about it or making content. But the story is over.

Fictif’s stories aren’t.

[bastart13]

First two redesign sketches :D I like these two designs a lot, so I mostly went about giving them less skinny body types and slightly different outfit inspirations.

Casimir's waistcoat is more 18th century without a collar and added embroidery (butterfly weed embroidery for symbolism), and I gave him a beard because he's been alone, depressed for a while (and I like beards). Then Maeve's colours are tweaked a bit and given more of a heart-shaped/point theme with her hair, collar, and waist because her dress was a little plain.

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Casimir's Beast HCs

I said it would be a while before I posted something, right before I just sat down and wrote an entire scenario/imagine/headcanon thing. Strike while the iron's hot, I guess!

I haven't edited this much, I just wanted to post this while I still had the attention-span. Shoutout to anyone still into Monster Manor, I sure am. ✌🏽If you have any ideas or requests, my inbox is open as always!

-It’s hard to see on certain occasions, as Casimir tends to crouch and bend lower to the ground during his transformation, but he has a heart-shaped pattern on his abdomen, towards the side of his ribcage. It’s a pattern that shows on his fur more prominently, and shows up as a small birthmark in his human-form. 

-He’s embarrassed to admit or acknowledge its existence. 

-Casimir tends to walk on all fours, but standing up, reaches ~7 feet tall, and his steps are very long; He can close distances very quickly that way, which makes for a more terrifying thought. 

-According to Casimir, the deity that cursed him planned for him to act as “prey”. However, in the main story, and according to the tales of the Beast of Gevaudan, it seems more of a “predator” type of attack. So…I headcanon that Casimir was meant to be a prey animal, but his anger, grief, and frustration twisted the curse’s effects until he was lashing out at himself and others for years. 

-When confronted with your nature, a little bit of that aggression dissipates more and more, thanks to your self-preservation and the House’s refusal to let Casimir hurt you. Not that he would want to, anyway. 

-For the first few times after that first transformation, Casimir hides away until the curse passes. It’s hard to find him, as he moves to the more unkempt parts of the House to withdraw from you, not wanting to be seen, or risking hurting you. 

-However, as time goes on, you’ll find glimpses of the beast lurking around corners and walls. Not threateningly, but….Almost hesitant. Scared. He recoils from your attempts to reach out to him, and sticks to sniffing your hand and growling, before slouching away to sulk. 

-It takes a while for him to finally approach you…Looming over you in wait. Waiting for what? He doesn’t know, and neither do you. So, with caution but kindness, you talk to him, keeping your physical touch away. You assure him you’re not going to hurt him, you’re here to help, just like you always have. 

-It takes even longer for him to sit next to you, to sniff your hair and hand, keeping the sharp horns away, his teeth hidden and claws curled. The untransformed Casimir knows you, and knows your intentions. This beast does not, and so it’s building another relationship from the ground. Just….With a little more danger. Neither of you want to be hurt. 

-When you tell Casimir your progress, he’s…Baffled? Flabbergasted? Shocked, horrified- You get the idea. 

-”You’ve been doing what??” 

-He is not aware of any of this, and can only imagine glimpses of you if he really tries. When he transforms, it is out of his control, and his mind. 

-When the initial emotions simmer down, he’s not sure what to feel, or what to think. For 200 years, more than that, he’s been a threat and a danger to everything and everyone around him. And now, what you’re telling him is….He’s changing. For the better? It sounds impossible. 

-But, somehow, you’re a master of the impossible. And so it shouldn’t be that much of a surprise. 

-He makes another vow, and takes the effort, too, to make the House a better place. It’s the least he can do, but he wants to do something. 

-He still has many thoughts and feelings about his curse, too complex to get into. It sends him into bouts of silence sometimes, as he ponders over a project or task. He does what he can to make you feel safe and comfortable, and reminds you to please…Be careful. 

-And you do. The beast seems to understand that as well, still shy of your touch and apprehensive at best. But you can’t help but smile a little at the progress, seeing Casimir sleeping in a block of sunlight through a window. 

-There are things you might not ever understand, or see for yourself. But you can at least attest to one thing: 

-One step at a time, things are getting better for them both. 

[raledorofey]

pls tell me i could still seeing my lovely Casimir and Rainier again? 😭💔

i miss them sooo much I won't lose hope 😭✊🏻

[mako-bones]

Happy birthday Casimir!! 🧡

[xp-factor]

Little doodle of Casimir

[peachblossom-odyssey]

Trying out Fictif and like… Can I date both Casimir and Rainier? Can we be a polycule? I would very much like for us to he a polycule, Casimir and Eainier have such good chemistry together

[cosmic-nest]

Last Legacy and Monster Manor withdrawal 😭😭 </33333

[zetobii]

Whew they’re finally done! First time in a hot minute I’ve had the chance to draw some cute boys 😘 this is another piece for the very lovely @revolutionkeeper of their Monster Manor MC, Cerin, and Casimir! The backing is pulled straight from the game, hope y’all don’t mind ✨ Thanks to this I’m gonna go drown myself in @fictifgames for the next week because Casimir hits a bunch of my favorite tropes and I’m a simp 👍. Thanks again 💕

[darkinclinations]

Are we gonna talk about Casimir being THE Beast of Gévaudan? I wonder if Casimir’s story is true to the legends and he has indeed killed people— many people, actually. Don’t get me wrong, I love him regardless. I’m just looking out for angst potential!

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beast_of_Gévaudan

[bri-the-bi]

Introduced @you-go-doe to Casimir

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Go For It, Casimir!

Finch and Casimir have renovated a ghastly greenhouse, and the house has transformed it into a beautiful garden patio.>>

I'm back again with some more fluff for Finch and Casimir. Look at these dorks! Look at them. Cherish them.

I did not edit this and I am too lazy to edit it. Notes app fic, take it or leave it-

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"Oh, wow...!" Finch lifted their hands to let creeping vines tangle over their fingers as it made its home within the windows and walls. Flower buds trembled and blossomed, and turned towards Finch as they booped each one.

"Magical flowers? Magic flowers! Casimir, are you seeing this?"

Casimir had been watching with a soft smile, captured in his thoughts. All of the flowers had grown around Finch like a halo; A burst of color and gentleness. Finch beamed, and the flowers sang.

"They surely enjoy your presence, here." Casimir noted, glancing around at the fresh sunlight and foliage. Finch stepped away from the flowers, pulling their hair from the stems and leaves to jump next to Casimir with a laugh.

"Maybe a little too much..." They shooed away reaching vines, but lifted their arms with a big stretch and yawn.

"All this work has me beat! I might fall asleep right here." They dropped their arms and pivoted away.

That made Casimir's heart lurch a little. If he wasn't quick enough, he'd lose the moment! His neck tightened with anxiety as he cleared his throat.

"Before you go, ah..." He caught them in the middle of turning, now glancing back at him expectantly.

"I want to thank you, Finch. Your hard work does not go unnoticed, nor unappreciated. In fact, I believe this may be the best room you've redone. It suits you. These flowers...They match your beauty."

He felt his heart twitch at that line. Everything he had practiced was falling apart at the seams, and Casimir strung together the remnants of his poetry. Finch fully turned, blinking slowly, their expression hard to read, but they weren't running, nor staring in aghast horror.

It made Casimir continue.

"And Finch, I...I think you're...I-I mean I am quite certain that I..."

I love you!

Finch tilted their head, the corners of their lips twitching up into a smile.

"I am...What?" They asked gently. Their smile made Casimir dizzy. His breathing stopped for a moment.

I love you!! "You are beautiful. You're lovely."

Close enough. "And you are...You're turning red. You're sweating. Are you alright?

Finch jumped at that, their hand flying to their forehead. A red poppy giggled and fluttered away, and Finch grinned.

"Wow, is it hot in here...?" They laughed nervously, but couldn't keep the smile away. "Ah..."

"I apologize! I should not have said that, I have stepped out of line between us, I-"

Finch quickly grabbed his shoulders. "No! No, you didn't. I'm just surprised, is all. You sound so genuine."

It was Casimir's turn to blink, as his eyes widened. "Why would I not be genuine??"

Finch's gaze parted, down towards the sparkling tile floor, the reflections of plants moving above. They pursed their lips, settling into something unwanted in their thoughts.

"I've...heard romantic things, sweet things. But...It wasn't always genuine. They didn't always mean it." Finch stepped back, brushing their hand along a wooden table's corner. "I shut it out. I stopped listening, until I wasn't called those nice things anymore. And it's over, don't worry, but now... Now you're calling me beautiful, but...It sounds like you mean it."

They trailed off, voice coming to a quiet realization. "Someone actually means it."

Their smile was sheepish, a linger of anxiety in their eyes. Vulnerability. They met Casimir's shocked expression with a small shrug. "I just don't know what to say."

Casimir inhaled slowly, taking in their words with a heavy heart. "If I may, I have not much left but my words. I will say it for all the times that left you upset. And I will be truthful and genuine with every word."

Casimir gazed over Finch with a tender adoration in his eyes, a look that made Finch's heart beat rapidly in their heart.

They swallowed as Casimir held out a hand, silently praying their hand wasn't sweaty as they placed it in his gentle grasp.

"Finch, you have made this life of mine into a dream. I couldn't ever take you for granted, you mean so much to me. As a friend, as a partner."

Finch felt a heavy branch prod their back before they could start to sway; Their head was swimming with revelations, feelings.

Casimir squeezed their hand, and Finch felt fire in his palm to theirs.

"And I thought it was easy to make you blush." They replied breathlessly.

Casimir's face had turned red at that, but that didn't stop him from lifting Finch's hand and delicately kissing their knuckles.

Finch jumped a little as bright red poppies and peonies sprung to life around their head. "Casimir-"

Before Casimir could open his mouth, Finch suddenly leaned over, closing the distance between them with a kiss on the lips. It was Casimir's turn to blush all shades of red.

He stammered for a bit, all of his suave deflating by the second. Finally, his eyes fluttered shut, and he memorized the feeling of a kiss, of Finch's kiss before they pulled away.

Finch smiled down at their hands, still held together, and squeezed. "Wanna get dinner?"

Casimir felt like his heart was about to explode, and he was supposed to think about food???

He rubbed at his burning face, wanting to hide completely when Finch giggled.

"Come on, let's get something to eat. Let's have a date."

It would be a lie to say he didn't want to feel the warmth of Finch's hand, and he felt like he could fly when they squeezed his palm.

"A date..."

Casimir looked up as something fell onto his shoulder; A bright pink peony flower with a curly stem. A light bulb went off in his head, but Casimir had to quickly gather his courage to step next to Finch, reaching for their shoulder.

"Finch, wait."

He leaned forward as they turned, giving them another kiss on the lips, as his hand moved up to brush their hair from their ear, gently tucking strands behind, and sliding the flower in place.

He grinned as he pulled away, and Finch's eyes were wider than plates as they reached up to touch their ear. They were stunned.

"You look even more radiant, if I may say."

Finch covered their face with their hands, flustered. Casimir laughed, and lead the way with his own blush dusted across his cheeks.

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Cooking with Casimir 🍰🥘

A really fun prompt, it includes two of my favorite topics; Food, and history. And Casimir <3 Please enjoy!

Reblogs/Comments appreciated! 💌

-Casimir, as we all know, did not grow up in the kitchen. Maybe raiding the kitchen and sneaking things out when no one was looking, but definitely not the arduous process of preparing the food. 

-But after 250 years of eating whatever the House gave him, he's eager to be able to try something better. Maybe he will get tiny flowers with dinner, after all.

-He doesn't remember everything he ate back then, but considering his social stance, it was definitely luxurious by my standards. Plates stacked up, and from a child/teenager’s point of view, it was expansive. It was also France in King Louis XIV’s time, so- It was kind of expansive.

-That's kind of what he misses most when cooking, is the food of his time. So, what do you do? You roll up your sleeves and put your apron on, and drag Casimir with you into the kitchen!

-The House has thankfully given you everything you'll need this time, but there's no solid recipe. That's the fun part; Casimir goes a little pale when the House decides he's gonna remember how a pheasant and the pile of uncooked vegetables should look.

-If you're not good at cooking, good luck. The both of you will be peeling vegetables the best you can, and scrolling through your phone to look at recipes on how to cook this damn bird without setting a fire. 

-Casimir does well as he does in any other task. He follows your lead, focusing very hard on getting it right, and not getting messy. 

-He jumps when a carrot flies at him, and your giggles make him blush madly. He splashes a little water back at you, and gives a little grin as he feigns innocence. 

-"Dear, do be careful with the water. The House would hate it if it spilled. Trust me."

-If you're good at cooking, thank god! Casimir still helps in any way he can, but he watches very closely, listening to every piece of advice he can get. 

-He injures himself a few times with the knife, it's slippery- And trying so hard to remember his past, impress you, and focus on the dish, leads him to chopping the onion too hard. 

-You kiss his cheek anyway, taking the vegetables away to the pot. 

-It's like when Tiana is teaching Navine how to dice the mushrooms. Casimir is half chopping, and half talking about how much he can remember. It's quite a lot, but he's reluctant to think about too much. He laments about the taste, obviously, but also the feeling of being with loved ones, and familiar people again.

-But bit by bit, the aromas of the food start to build up, making him feel nostalgia he hasn't felt in a long time. He also has you; You’re doing something with him, and having genuine fun. You’re smiling, and he can’t help but do the same.

-When you take the pan out, charred or golden brown, he smiles, chuckling. 

-"Look at that..."

-"Does it look the same?"

-He kisses your cheek this time, helping you set up the table. "Even better, I would say."

-His favorite food is fougasse, a cute, fancy bread cut into the shape of wheat. Like this! 🌿🌾 This would be easier to make, and a really tasty meal. He shares every piece with you, and always gives you the first and last. Always.

-He also likes wine, which makes sense! Wine would (probably, I don't drink wine. I drink rum) pair well with most dishes you'll make, and he'll always ask you before pouring a glass for you.

-Eventually, he'd start cooking his own meals! Starting with Rainier, to avoid embarrassment if he messes it up. These two dorks in the kitchen trying to knead bread, as finicky as it can be, hoping it'll be pretty (tasty) enough to present to you after your work.

-He tries very hard to get it right, and you can see the satisfaction radiating from him when you sit down to eat. He likes the praise, the affirmations, too. 

-And now, more incredibly niche interests of mine; Dishes that I think Casimir would enjoy making and tasting! This is by Max Miller, a really entertaining creator that makes historic dishes with interesting backstories and origins!

-Semlor

-Roasted Rouen Duck and Many Many Other Foods!

-Soul Cakes 

These are just some French and other European dishes I found interesting and historically fun, but if you’re from a different culture and nationality, Casimir would be so interested in cooking with you! 

~End~

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SFW Alphabet + Casimir

All letters, all prompts, let's go! Long post incoming!

Thank you to @taptrialmegamix for this idea! I'll post and tag again when I do Rainier's! I hope you enjoy! <3

Reblogs/Comments appreciated! 💌

Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?); At the beginning of your relationship, Casimir wasn't as outwardly affectionate--Physically. He subconsciously reflects your physical affection, so the more hugs, squeezes and kisses you give, he'll slowly break out of his shell to give you tight, strong and comforting hugs. If you like it toned down, or in another way, he follows suit, following your guide.

He also shows affection in different ways, like offering to carry things for you, making you tea or drinks, taking over a task so you can get a break, even for a moment. The farther along your relationship is, he'll also give you a kiss on the cheek or head as he passes by. 

Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?); Casimir would be a great best friend to have! He might not be able to travel with you a lot, but he'd always have a spot ready for you to stay when you come back. It's not so different from a romantic relationship, as you'd still have long talks about everything, and spend lots of time together. Just...Platonically. The start of your friendship would come through as you work on the House together, learning about each other's experiences and lives, and Casimir would be ecstatic to have a true friend again.

Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?); He didn't know how much he was touch-starved until he was able to hug you, and cuddle you one night. He really likes cuddling, it's just...He's been alone 250 years, from the 1700s- So he's not jumping straight into snuggles and PDA right away. It's a slow but meaningful process of warming up until he's brave enough to be able to initiate cuddling. But...He really loves being able to hold you, and rest his chin on your head/shoulder/chest.

Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?); I think this one speaks for itself. Casimir never started out with that lifestyle, but after being able to change and grow into a place that's actually habitable...He doesn't mind it. He likes being able to clean better than cooking, believe it or not. You can't really make a disaster of folding clothes, ironing them...It's more soothing to him than trying to cook.

He'll pop in a few times during the cooking phase, sneaking bites of food (giving you a kiss and sneaking away a croissant) 

Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?); He would panic about it internally for a while. He would unintentionally avoid you, which might make it more obvious his feelings. Until it came to the point where he'd have to break it...Painfully slowly, hoping there could be a solid ground still left, that he hadn't ruined something so fundamental again.

Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?); This is a hard one. I think his culture would focus on marrying as quickly as possible, but after living past all of those people and ideas, he's alright with waiting more. The idea of marriage makes his entire face and chest red like strawberries, but he...Wouldn't mind, honestly! Go for it, MC! He comes around to appreciating and valuing you so much, it wouldn't change even if a ceremony is thrown in.

Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?); He's very gentle, physically. He's afraid to hurt you, push you away, etc...So he hugs you gently, giving you space to pull away if you want. He wants to hold you and take a nap and let all of his worries just melt away, but reality comes sinking back and...He'd rather wait. Over time, he hugs you stronger and stronger, but at the beginning it's very light touches. 

Emotionally, he's about the same way. He brings a logical way of going about things, like problems; So he can be like an anchor if you're having a hard time. 

Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?); He really loves hugs the most; Being able to wrap his arms around you, holding you close to his chest, augh- 

I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?); That's a word he never really considered- Sure, it floats around his mind when he thinks of you, but he always kept that safe in his heart. He shows his love through other ways, like gestures above this letter. He looks at you with a fondness, and a warmth that wasn't there when he first opened the door. He may not say it for a while, but he loves you. 

Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?); I think he'd get very pouty and self-defensive. Like "are you jealous?" "n-no! Of course not, why would- I mean- It's just-" He doesn't think about other people like that unless you bring them up a lot, or around, in which case he'll gravitate towards you a lot more; Holding your hand, rubbing your back, just staying close and giving the other person a flat, unimpressed stare. 

Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?); He gets very blushy everytime he's kissed. Kiss him more. He gets clammy if he's kissed on his ear, neck or chest, and a cute grin if he's kissed on his cheek, head or nose. He usually kisses your hand, cheek or head, depending on the situation. If you're lying together cuddling, he'll raise your hand ever so often to gently kiss your knuckles. He gives fleeting kisses before you leave, and when you return, and goodnight ones as well.

Little Ones (How are they around children?); I think he'd be very nervous at first, and freeze up. Overtime, no matter what age the kid is, he'll slowly warm up and follow your lead, praying he doesn't cause any tantrums. I think he'd like to show the different hallways of the House, how they change and react, but ultimately watches keenly for any signs to return back. He'd be a quiet, caring, but firm guardian figure.

Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?); He wakes up a little late, around 8 AM. But if you sleep together, he always kisses your head, before slowly rising to get the day started. He'll always let you sleep in longer, and bring you breakfast back. 

Nights (How are nights spent with them?); This is why he wakes up late--His nights are spent working on various projects, trying to wind down, and you will probably need to coax him to sleep or else he'll work until his hands are sore and his head hurts. But whenever he does leave, he'll slide in next to you, giving you a few goodnight kisses as he waits for you to fall asleep, before doing the same.

Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?); Going by the story, Casimir seems to test the waters by mentioning certain things, but most times he's not willing to share more about it. It's like little steam clouds, and overtime he becomes more willing to share things. More positive things, as the negative ones are heavy and lurking, and he doesn't want to push you away anymore. He definitely waits to reveal things until a more appropriate time.

Patience (How easily angered are they?); He gets more riled on certain subjects, ones relating to his curse. He doesn't raise his voice, but lingering too long on it gets him frazzled, which can lead to a transformation. 

In other things, he's quite patient! He assembles clockwork machinery for a hobby; That takes precision and patience if something doesn't go the right way. He doesn't mind waiting for you if you're busy or sidetracked, and will even try to help in any way he can. 

Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?); Casimir listens very intently, and remembers which things you react to stronger or lesser, planning that into something he can do for you, or give you. He'll work and listen if you ramble, and try to keep up as best as he can. 

Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?); I think his favorite moment would be when you stood up for him, when his room was more like a solitary confinement. He didn't expect you to have that reaction, and stand up for him. He really wasn't ready, but was (still is) so appreciative of you for that. 

Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?); He knows what kinds of things are in the House. He's not willing to show you yet, but he knows. Whenever you walk through an inconvenient hall, he'll stay much closer, putting you behind him, always watching and listening for anything out of ordinary. You can never be sure. 

Like the last letter, he's startled if he's ever protected by you; He just wasn't expecting it! He'll gladly take anything for you; If it hurts him, he'll heal. But you won't, yet you still aim to protect him, too. ...He likes that.

Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?); So much effort. He tries very hard for things to go perfectly, and gets very stressed if it doesn't. Even more if it's like dinner or a surprise. Just tell him it's alright, that it doesn't need to be perfect. 

Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?); Getting snappy, I assume. Losing his patience (even though I said he has good patience) with mundane tasks. He tries really hard not to let his frustrations out on anyone else, but sometimes things happen. He'll feel very awful about it afterwards, and may need more time to settle down before trying to make amends.

Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?); He cares very much. He doesn't like to get dirty or messy. He goes through a lint roller every week, says that one post. He ties his collar very prettily, there's no wrinkles in his clothes save for the ruffles in his sleeves. 

Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?); Everytime you leave, he gets reminded of how things used to be for however long you're gone. It makes him appreciate you even more when you return (And he doubles up on the kisses, hugs and taking care of you when you come back)

Xtra (A random headcanon for them.); He would like hunting, I think, ironically- If he had the ability to go out into the forest beyond the House, and the ability to utilize all aspects of his curse, he'd use both modern and beastial ways to find the best catches. 

Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?); Rollercoasters, I think. Too much to even absorb, plus the wild shit that happens, plus his hair and outfit would be too ruffled and he'd have no ways to fix that afterwards. He'll gladly pass, thank you. 

Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?); He sleeps very stiffly, even in a large bed. He's used to compact, tight spaces, that it's hard to do anything except lie very flat, and very still. It takes some time to relax, but if you sleep together, he'll quickly adjust to being either the big spoon or the little.

~End~

Abzu's Note: I'll gladly take requests regarding Monster Manor! I want to write so much, but I have like no ideas writing for self-insert/MC >.<" Plus, if you'd like to read anything regarding my MC, I'd be happy to answer any questions! Thank you so much for reading!

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Move With Me! (Monster Manor)

It's the end of a long work day, and the most recently renovated room is particularly empty for once. But it's no mistake--This room is meant for exercise! It's a perfect way to bond, break shells, and wind down after a day (or years) of built up energy.

Characters: Rainier, Casimir

Reblogs/Comments appreciated! 💌

I was so worried that this was gonna be mid, but that's because it was in my notes--The first draft. I revised it and changed the POV to second person, which made it flow SO much better!

I think this is my first Monster Manor fic in this perspective, so let me know what you think!

Thank you to my dear friend @taptrialmegamix for this wonderful idea! I hope you enjoy, and everyone else reading this too!

Finally, you could take a deep breath, and inhale fresh, clean air--No dust or debris to be seen. The walls rippled and new wallpaper smoothed out flush to the frames of the house, light and airy in color, a dark brown floor going still--No cracks or holes to fall through. 

It was the most recent room you had finished renovating, on your “day-off”. You just couldn’t help working on the last bit of repairs, and as light poured in from the expansive, open window, it was already turning out to be a high reward. 

Although, one thing was a little strange; Through other transformations, the House provided nothing short of new appliances, furniture and miscellaneous things to make the room feel comfortable. You walked the perimeter of the room, arms open at the vast space. Only a few potted plants reached towards the sunlight, coiled in their ceramic pots. 

“Am I missing something?” You asked aloud, glancing around at the floor, the closet and the door. “It’s…Too big to be a bedroom. A living room? But it’s still quite…Vacant.”

In reply, a rustling came from the double-door closet. It unfolded on its own, and brightly colored, rolled up mats tumbled out, a giant yoga ball rolling away in bliss. 

“...Oh!” It finally clicked as you stuck out a leg to catch the ball. “That makes so much sense! What a great idea!”

The House settled back, a satisfaction apparent in its creaks. 

Each mat was a different color and pattern; You chose your own favorite color, and gazed at the others. The fourth one, in particular. 

After meeting Casimir, Rainier only showed up a few days later. And it was a few weeks after you discovered a fourth seat at the dinner table. Strangely enough…No one had shown up, yet. 

“Four of us, won’t that be something? Will there be more after that?” You glanced up at the ceiling, but the House was quiet. 

“Huh…Guess it’s not the right time.” You shrugged, and started to pick up the strewn exercise materials. 

A shadow passed across the room, a shadow with particular horns. “Good afternoon, MC! Woah!"

Rainier peeked around the doorframe, and his eyes lit up. "It's so much nicer here! I can unfold my wings! I could even transform if I needed to!"

“Do you exercise in your bigger form?” You wondered, pausing. Rainier shook his head. 

“That would make it trickier. But I do like exercising! Is that what this room is for?”

“Seems so!” You considered it, and then dropped two mats. What fun is it if you don’t try out some exercises at least once?

“Care to join me?”

The faint ache in your shoulders seemed to say otherwise, but Rainier nodded eagerly, setting his belongings in a cubby before joining you in the middle of the floor. 

“So…What are we doing?”

"Good question. Maybe we shouldn't overdo it, but...Have you ever heard of Yoga?"

"Yoga...Nope. What is that? It sounds like...Yogurt."

"It's a series of stretches, they help you in balance as well! Some of it can get pretty complex, but that's way too much for today."

"Balancing is essential for flying, I'm great at that! Can we try it now?"

You began to nod, but suddenly remembered that renovation clothes were made for moving--Moving furniture and repairing broken appliances. Trying to do yoga in your patched overalls and worn shirt would be very uncomfortable in a tree pose. 

So you would need to change, and Rainier might find something suitable for aerobics, too. “Let’s change, and meet back here. Ten-ish minutes sound good enough?”

“Sure, MC!” Rainier said, and his shoulders lifted as a light bulb went off. “What if Casimir joins us, too? We can both learn from you!”

It definitely wasn’t a bad idea, and you couldn’t argue against it. “I’d love that.” You grinned, and winced slightly as you rose to your knees, then feet, and you parted ways with the dragon. 

In your own room, the House was already prepared, with new clothes for the occasion, warm from the laundry room with a smell of fresh linen and lavender. They fit your shape, and it was nothing less than impressive to try a few lunges in, stretching your arms over your head. 

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all! 

The only thing to do was to unroll your mat, and wait for Rainier and Casimir to return. You couldn’t help but wonder if Casimir would show up in his noble attire…A small part of you was eager to see the both of them flex the muscles that one showed off quite often, and the other hardly mentioned. 

Voices and footsteps grew louder, and you perked up to listen better. 

“I still can’t move past this…It’s so…Fitting! There’s no sleeves, nor even breeches! ”

“Isn’t that part of it? Though, I guess you are kinda used to puffiness. Maybe you can ask MC if they make those kinds of things in their town!”

“It’s-” You could hear Casimir’s flustered state through the wall. “It’s not puffy, it’s just-! Ah, nevermind. I feel quite out of my element, is all.” 

The level of curiosity skyrocketed, waiting on bated breath for the door to open. Rainier popped his head in again, never failing to stay on the bright, unabashed side of things. “We’re ready!”

Rainier had no problem showing off his outfit, wearing a tanktop that definitely would not have made it onto Casimir’s chest- The shoulder straps were thin, and the color a dark blue, but it fit him as well as anything could, and hid no muscles of his abs or arms. 

You gave a small applause, smiling. “Looks great! Casimir?”

Blushing to his ears, Casimir’s arms were folded over his chest, taking glances at his bare legs. He was only wearing a regular fitness shirt and long shorts to his knees, but it was more natural skin showing than he probably ever wore in his life. 

You could still see the build of his upper arms, and the form of his chest, and you couldn’t help but grin; Although, for his sake, you gave him a warm smile, nodding approvingly. 

“I think you look very handsome, the both of you. It’ll help you breathe more comfortably, I promise. And if you still want something different, I have no doubt we can find something better for you. 

You glanced over him again, frowning slightly. “Are you comfortable, Casimir?”

He sighed quietly, slowly lowering his arms. “It’s…Just very different, is all. Yes, I’m fine.” He passed back a small smile, taking a deep breath to soothe his nerves.

“I promise we won’t go overboard today. I’m not exactly a yoga trainer myself…” You mumbled the last part. “But it’s not so bad! It goes kind of like this…”

It didn’t take long to roll everyone into the hang of the movement. Good stretching was the first step, and you explained each part, trying your best to remember a particular Trainer’s soothing voice as she repeated her poses in simplicity, effectiveness. 

The only hard part was trying not to smile at how determined Casimir was at following; How Rainier seemed already very skilled and flexible, and was just happy to put it to a different use. 

Your thoughts trailed off quickly--Maybe we should do this more often. Casimir looks really good in that shirt--No wonder he could pick you up so easily--What kind of exercises did Rainier do in his homeland? How does dragon-exercising work? Are there Olympics-

"MC." Rainier opened one eye and grinned. "You're leaning."

Your thoughts came to a careening halt, and you laughed airily, readjusting your arms. “I’m getting a little tired.” 

“Don’t worry, you both should take a break, anyway. I’m still good to keep going! Do you want to sit on my back as I do some push-ups? The extra weight is good for me.”

Rainier changed forms entirely, swooping low to do push-ups instead. His hair fell down from behind his neck,  long white strands among his golden eyes, sparkling as he met your gaze from below. “What do you say, MC?”

Your face--You couldn’t tell whether it was red from exercise, or from Rainier. You cleared your throat, giving a flustered smile. “You bet! You’ll have to teach me how to do proper push-ups next!”

Casimir had held up the pose as long as he could, a good few moments before slowly drooping, frowning as he struggled to stay in balance. “I think I’ll pass for now…”

You turned your eyes to Casimir, and reached out to gently squeeze his hands, bringing his arms back down to his sides with a laugh. "You can relax for now. You did great for the first day."

Like a mirror, Casimir’s face lit up in bright red, but he squeezed your hands back, before letting go to rub the back of his neck. You could still feel the tingle of contact like the ghost of warm stars. 

Pride was something you couldn’t hold back, looking at both of them fondly as you made yourself comfortable on Rainier’s back. 

“I hope this made you both feel better. Being able to move freely, I mean.” 

"It was a wonderful first class." Casimir returned the warm smile. "I look forward to many more with you both."

Rainier nodded in agreement, and even the House seemed to enjoy the space; Its frame was particularly silent, but a relief washed over you, a feeling that was more than just a passing thought, but a certainty. 

It was meant to be. Happiness shared, no hostility or lingering grief, but a peaceful space in a House that was, day by day, becoming more and more peaceful.

And whoever that fourth mat was built for, the empty room, the seat at the kitchen table, well--You could only wait eagerly for their arrival to the found family. 

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Casimir de Gévaudan Masterlist

Created// 9/1/2022

Updated// 3/15/2022

📯 With You (Drabble)

📯 Chess (Ficlet)

📯 Warm by the Hearth (Ficlet)

📯 Can I Try Again? (Ficlet)

📯Bard! MC (Headcanon)

📯SFW Alphabet (Headcanon)

📯Cooking! (Headcanon)

📯Move With Me! (Ficlet)

📯Love Bears Thorns (But I'll Still Bring Roses) (Ficlet)

📯Jeepers Creepers (Ficlet + Headcanon)

📯Casimir's Beast (Headcanon)

📯Birthday Fic (Special Request Ficlet)