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maudiemoods · 2 years
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I never usually ask things like this but if F!Y/N were to get their period during their stay with Alien Sun and Moon, how would they react? I feel like they'd be confused and concerned at first and then understand but would still be concerned because
They're probably on the floor withering in pain, similar to what I'm doing rn but- maybe if Y/N gets more moody or affectionate that'd be concerning in itself
To them, it's just another human thing! I definitely think they'd be confused by the mood swings and cravings but they would do their best to make them comfortable!
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Maybe I should have used a blank y/n for this one but rrrrr I'm actually on my period rn and I am in paiiin rrr dkskkejd
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yandere-daze · 2 years
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Enstars gacha is hell 😭 Getting a 5* is hard, but sometimes 4* cards completely evade me too. I got Mika, which made me really happy, but I wanted Tsumugi to complete the set + he looked really cool, so I used the 10 dia scout tickets they gave us. I ended up getting Tsumugi's and Tetora's initial 4* and Chiaki's 5* I'm so confused??? (Though I'm not complaining about getting another new 5*)
Maybe Chiaki heard me muttering about wanting more sparkle cards since my red team is shit lmao.
PAIIIN! Man now even the 4 stars you want aren´t coming home😔 the tsumugi card really is pretty and it´s a shame you weren´t able to get him :/ Congrats on bringing home Mika though, that seems to be a rare event from all of the bad luck I´ve been hearing about. I´m sure he´s stoked to be with you!☺️
I mean... I guess Tsumugi answered your call but just not in the way you wanted? kndlsd and then Tetora and Chiaki came as moral support. Chiaki heard you weren´t feeling too well so he came to cheer you on! Also that empty red team is very tempting because it kind of guarantees him a slot there when you pull him👀
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beeqlass · 3 years
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holyscrap · 4 years
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also missing adam barton n his epic friendship with aaron dingle on this day :(((((
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lavendermp3 · 4 years
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I'm with that anon elliot so I guess I'm leaving too (which you won't give a shit about because I'm another random anon lmao) but all of that was just paiiinful to watch. Idk what all was them but 90% of your replies have been so mean and I saw no cause for it. Maybe you're irritable rn because others are being gross, but not everyone was and you were almost without fail. Just be nice to peopllleeee idgi
bye lol
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ivoirewylld · 5 years
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A light goes out
Disclaimer : Very long post about the past of Marquis.
Very sad/drama/hard feelings.
Also some truth about him. And drawings.
But mostly, a lot of typos, I sure ! 
UA from @sothequeensays
It always has been dark in the Abyss. An immense place, with a single exit. Void mist everywhere, no lights, and empty shells on the floor and the walls, left by vessels … who try the … Path. A dangerous way to the exit, here to challenge the vessels, to found "the one".
But he already done it, several times now … and the King never came for him. The vessel, alone for once, is thinking with himself. Why? Why?
He was one of the first to hatch. He saw so many of his siblings … dead … for taking the path … or in the egg. Some are too weak to survive. Their bodies are … a fragile alchemy. It's sad but … he make himself a reason. It is the way it is. He is the oldest, and even start to grow up a little. They have their wings out, and their shell start to form clearly. Somehow, he is proud.
He took great care of everyone. He is able to make lights, with a lot of training, he can form orb that can stay at the bottom of the abyss, and the "survivors" stay near them. They don't need to eat, they don't need to sleep … so they mostly stay here. For the ones with mind, or will, they imagine. For the ones with voices, they speak. He … he remains attentive. The abyss is a peaceful place but … who knows. He is the oldest. He must protect.
But now? At the top of his peak, made of shells and rocks? He sees everyone. Do they have to stay here forever? He stands up, and walk to a nearly entrance, he need to think, alone. To the distance, a younger sibling sees him walk away, worried.
Why the king isn't here? It has been so long now. Maybe something happen to them? It must be it.
They walk, slowly, along the void river. The void tendrils are peaceful with him, but he has seeing them hurting some vessels, so he is careful. Lost in his thoughts, he stopped when he heard a noise. A crack. A crack he knows too well.
He look around … to found an egg. He is surprised. How? It's not supposed to be there. The eggs are in the birthplace, how did it get here?
But he doesn't have more time to think, another crack, then another. A part of the egg goes off. He come closer, to see it. It's an egg like the thousands other he sees, it seems well preserved. He tries to speak, and welcome the newborn sibling but … he stopped. He look directly at the thing in the egg. Their hands start shaking as they walk away, they eyes on the egg.
Another crack, and a large part of the egg fall on the ground, to reveal a monster. A sibling, misshapen.
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The little creature moves slowly the head, and stare at the Vessel. He is repulsed, he is sick. But he stares back.
But then … he feels something. This … thing … try to communicate. Like the other siblings without a voice. But there's no word. Only feeling. Intense feelings.
PAIN. PAIN. FEAR. PAIN. FEAR. SADNESS. PAIN. PAIN.
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The vessel isn't good. The vessel wants to leave. Now. But he can't. What about … that? It's … alive? What should he do? What should he do? What … should the king do?
This thing … is useless. It's in pain. He … can't … leave it alive.
Shaking, sick, the vessel took a sharp rock near them. He look at it, then they look at the creature.
It's … the best for them.
Their hand stop shaking. He stab the creature at the head. It start screaming his their head.
PAIN. PAIN. PAIN. PAIIIN. PAIIIN.
Then … nothing. Silence. The vessel look at it, as it's stop moving. The little mask falls in the shell, and the void part disappeared. The shivers resumed. They look at their hands, silent.
Is this what … the king is feeling? Everytime a vessel died? Is this why he's not coming? Because he suffer? Or maybe he's thinking that everyone is already dead?
No. No no no ! They can't think that! They … they have to found something! Something to let the king know that they are alive … that there's like in the abyss! But they can't let … that … weaken them … they … has to be stronger. They … has to be tougher. He … has to be for every living vessel. They … have to be stronger too … And they will help them for that.
They picks up the remaining mask, and throw it in the void river. The mask slowly fall, and then disappear. They … can't let that … happen to his siblings. They are the king … no … He … is the marquis of this place. And nobody will died in his watch.
 But as he slowly walks away … someone is watching him. Someone … who just watch the scene … without any context … They just saw … their trusted bir brother … killing something in an egg … a sibling in an egg. It's impossible … awful … everyone has to know now !
Since that time … the siblings are way more distant to the Vessel who now names himself "Marquis", but he doesn't care. He watch them, they are under his watch.
When someone is tired, he demands them to sleep. When someone is afraid, he tells them no to. He is not subtle, and he noticed but … at least it's working. They obey, they 're safe. So he will stay that way.
Until the king comes. Until his dad comes and take them all out of the abyss. Them … he will leaving the mask … and … everything will be normal. Everyone will love him like before … right? It is what he's thinking will returning on his peak to watch.
It always has been dark in the abyss … but for once … it is darker in his head.
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becumsh · 6 years
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Hi :-) I don't know if you're still there for Trevilieu prompts, but I have one and. I want pain. Because the kids in camp play about five songs on loop and one of them is Happier by Ed Sheeran and I can't get it out of my head anymore. I want a story from Richelieu's POV after they broke up for real, no chances getting back together, and Treville actually manages to move on really well and Richelieu sees him somewhere and realises he has really, truly lost him and that Treville is happy. PAIIIN
This is so sad, Alexa please play Adele on repeat.
Oh, @lustigs-maerchenland, I’m so sorry to disappoint you :/ I suck at this promptingthing because I never do what people ask xD. I’m always here for Trevilieu prompts,but I’m afraid I can’t fill yours. I don’t think with all this baggage thesetwo can ever really move on from each other, this universe or the next. Ambiguous open ending though? This is my speciality.
Richelieu was the one to end things.
It was easier than Richelieu thought to avoid each other for that long. Trevillewas away fighting and climbing up the ranks. He himself was busy with the stateaffairs.
They had been doing it for long enough to call it a somewhat permanentfixture in each other’s lives. Richelieu’s political career was flourishing; hemade himself essential to the King. After the exile he held no hopes of evermaking a return, but he did, more powerful than before, hungry for more. Hungryfor seeing France at the helm of Europe, himself at the helm of France.
“This will burn you,” Treville said then. Richelieu replied, fervently,with agitation in his eyes, that it would be worth it. And then, much later, hewas burning up in Treville’s arms and under his kisses, making up with passionfor the brevity of their meetings.
The relationship with Treville was permanent in his life. Other thingsbecame permanent. Things like danger. Death threats. Assassination attempts.
“You should be careful,” Treville warned him then.
“I have everything under my control,” Richelieu brushed off. Noteverything can ever be in control, Treville shook his head and picked up hisdoublet. The dawn was breaking, and Treville had to sneak off to the garrisonbefore sunrise.
Richelieu raised his eyebrow in challenge, and Treville laughed, thedeep and throaty chuckle of his that always made Richelieu’s mouth dry. People,he said, people and your own feelings are always out of your control.
“That’s ridiculous,” Richelieu said then. He had been ambitious and arrogant,he still was to this day, but at least nowadays he had far more reasons to be. Back thenhe had little ground to stand on. “You never even attempt to go into politicsif you can’t control your emotions.”
“You can make people do things, you can’t make people feel them though,”Treville pointed out. “Sometimes you just have to feel helpless and at mercy ofothers.”
Richelieu disagreed, but Treville was already leaving, and he couldn’tafford arguing when he could steal one last biting kiss.
Richelieu had made himself essential to the state business. He hadinfluence, he had power. He couldn’t afford things being out of his control,when the well-oiled machine of France was on the cusp of fulfilling its destinyto dominate Europe.
The thing between Treville and him, it wasn’t meant to last that long.Nothing is so long-lasting in that wretched and dark world Richelieu willinglydedicated his life to.
He was the one to end things because he thought it would hurt less thatway. He quietly hoped Treville would be strong enough to stop him and faithful enough to stay, but Treville nodded and left as suddenly as he’d appeared in Richelieu’s life.
He was the one to stand like a fool in Louvre, pretending to be politelydisinterested and genuinely surprised.
“Cardinal,I’d like you to introduce you to my new Captain of the King’s Musketeers.”
“Captain.” Richelieu squared his shoulders imperceptibly. He knew he cut an impressive figure already, it was his job, after all, to intimidate people, but in this case it was more for his own peace of mind. Into the battle.
“Your Eminence,” Treville touched the brim of his hat. Richelieu looked everywhere but his face, carefully impassive, unmoving and perfectly still. Controlling your body language is easy. Eyes, the traitors, were another thing entirely, and Richelieu couldn’t afford exposing himself like that, not when he’d got that far.
“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted! You will work together often, after all,” Louis left, oblivious and puerile.
At least some things didn’t change.
“I thing congratulations are in order,” broke the silence Richelieu, painfully aware that the hall was acutely deserted of the courtiers for Louvre standards.
“Thank you.” Treville stood there, in the heart of the King’s residence, tall and proud, filling the space with his presence. Unnoticeable at first, once gone, its absence was tangeable.
“I’m happy for you,” Richelieu offered.
“You’re lying,” said Treville simply.
“That’s not your business anymore,” it had been quite some time, and Richelieu hadn’t spent it unwisely.
“No, it’s not. But you can’t control people,” shrugged Treville carelessly.
Richelieu smiled, unpleasant and unnerving smile that made everyone who saw it cower.
“You’ll find that this is exactly my daily job, Captain.”
Everyone but Treville.
“Well,” Trevile’s fingers twitched around the hilt of his sword. “It is all you aspired to, Cardinal.”
He aspired to greatness, but there were other things he genuinely wanted.
“Sometimes you have to compromise and give up one thing for another,” answered Richelieu. “Collateral damage.”
“Indeed,” nodded Treville thoughtfully.
“If you think that these choices are light, you are mistaken.”
Treville returned Richelieu’s smile, twice as unnerving.
“I don’t think about it anymore.”
“Did you?” Richelieu asked quickly.
“I think it’s neither here nor there,” Treville gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, very aware of the emptiness around them. “No longer than you did, I suppose.”
“I do.”
The confession was quiet and brittle, like a faint breath of spring breeze on harried cheek. It was gone before Richelieu had realised it was there.
“I didn’t want the fond memories to be tainted by things that have to be done,” continued Richelieu quietly. “When the wound festers, it’s better to cauterise it before the disease spreads.”
He had thought about it. He still did, in that absent and theoretical way of what-if’s and never-would-be’s.
“It’s interesting you think it was a disease,” Treville finally said, seemingly unpertrubed by probably the most genuine words Richelieu had said in years. “And it’s interesting how you still think that you know what other people might feel.”
Richelieu stomped the urge to move his hands and settled on feeling the fabric of his red robe at his sides.
“As you said, Captain,” he finally dared to look Treville into the eyes. “It is neither here nor there.”
He didn’t last long, of course. But he lasted longer, than he’d originally anticipated.
“Again, I offer you my congratulations,” finally said Richelieu, looking away. “You seem very happy in your position, I can’t wish anything more for such an accomplished man as you, Captain Treville.”
It would be so easy just to ask, how have you been. But Richelieu had been playin the role of a heartless bastard for so long, he wasn’t sure he had been someone else than that.
He really wanted to know how Treville had been.
The thing between Treville and him, it was never meant to last. Richelieu doubted Treville was all that bothered about it.
God knows, how Richelieu wanted it to last.
“I should be going,” Treville looked around for an exit. “New regiment, new men. I’ll see you around.”
“Of course,” Richelieu nodded understandingly. “Good day, Captain,”
“You should sleep more,” Treville noted on his way out.
“You needn’t worry about me.”
“As I have always been saying,” there was a minute pause in his step, but he continued to walk away steadily. “You can’t control what other people feel.”
“Besides,” added Treville, “we will work together often, after all.”
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