#go rush vds!au

[cervidaecorpse]

Bringers of Joy

Crystalline air danced in the pallid light. Pushing into itself. Getting weaker the longer it prevailed. Fading from sight. Uniting as one with its surroundings. Your fingers had long since grown accustom to the numbness. No glove or coat could shield you from the everlasting cold. Yet still. You remained. Frozen solid. Almost comparable to those blocks of ice. Almost.

Captivating to perceive. Reflecting the faint shine pushing through the icy fog. Faces trapped inside of them. Bodies from all around the universe. People you once spoke to. Conversed with. Even called your friends. Now, they would just ignore you. Pretend as if you never existed. Not because they wanted to. They had that choice taken away from them a long time ago.

Despite its crowded state, the room was empty. Although it was so spacious, it almost seemed claustrophobic. Because of his kind nature, people suffered. But was it truly suffering, if they were unaware of their existence? Preserved forever. In a deep slumber. Did they dream? Could they be happy? Feel any kind of emotion? It was not like you would ever find out.

“There you are!” The chipper voice alerted you to the approaching presence. Heavy cape flowing behind him. Boots obeying his slow stride toward you, coming to a halt. “It’s cold to leave me behind like this.” His tone and facial features prevented his words from having any reprimanding effect. Ever smiling. No matter, if he was eating or working. Smiling, when you looked at him.

“What are you doing out here so late? Are you feeling down?” He enquired. Expression faltering. You had rarely seen him frown when he knew you were around. But his down casted grin would never last. Even during these rare occasions. “Do you want to see my manuscripts again?” He was almost eager, already turning to retrace his steps back to his favourite spot on his ship. “You smile so warmly when we talk about it. I don’t like seeing others sad. It’s cold.”

Sunken in his thoughts, his clouded eyes met yours. Though his smile was incapable of clearing the icy fog surrounding you, his happy grin lifted the thoughts visibly circling his mind. “But I know we’ll make them happy together, right?” He beamed at you. His hand was raised to pat the fluff on your hood. Not for the first time. “We are a great team. I’m sure one day we’ll have brought joy to the entire universe. Maybe even beyond.”

Agree with him?

Yes

No

[zumpietoo]

Except, again, they didn’t----and, aside from the Abigail thing (in the finale, which didn’t even have to be part of the 5 eps, anyway), there’s nothing remotely linking the last few eps to this...and if it IS an AU (it is not an AU), why so pressed, anyway?

Additionally, here’s the thing:

The entire season has been, all along, about getting over your first love/HS sweetheart and realicing, as an adult, this was not the person for you---and, excepting Barfie (who simply further regressed, which says bad things about them), everybody had varying reasons for their nostalgia/first love pining and, for varying reasons, realiced why this wasn’t the right person----but saw there was somebody who was quite maybably the right person after all, there all along?

And nearly all of them had already dipped a toe there, more than once, anyway...

That you continue to ignore this isn’t my or their faults...

I don’t think we’re getting that----and say as much while fully thinking VD is “endgame”. However, we’re looking at a lot of doormat Slizzy, willing to be second choice for the dream house...

If you want me to take YOUR writing “serious”, please remember: it’s seriously

To the rest? Once again: nope. 

BH was rushed (their interaction prior to kissing was in 3 eps leading up, 2 of those were painfully minimal)---and even then, they had moar development than Pinkle or Gholars did....or, really VD (tho their development kinda fit with how they rolled).

That said, the other couples you mention? Errrmmm.....Jabi’s been slowly building all season. That you refused to see it isn’t remotely the same thing.

Vagey were a couple previously and it was a case of Vermin seeing that she and Ragey DO have a lot moar in common than she ever had with Douchie.

Minkle/Tolars were already fuckbuddies (that baby was made the old fashioned way, guaranteed), have known each other forever and have a ton in common. I dislike both characters and actors, but actually think their chemistry is decent and they’re MUCH moar likable together. 

And, as I keep noting: Barfie? Yeah, is gross, with doormat Slizzy as second choice....but it’s actually consistently on brand.....Douchie only dumped her cause he thought he could start fucking Vermin again....that’s done, his ego’s hurt and she’s there practically spreading her legs for him public. 

Slizzy’s just trying to pretend she isn’t TBKGlenn’s whore and going deep in her small town fantasy helps with that. 

IDK if she still loves Jughead or not---I don’t think it particularly matters....they couldn’t make it work and he’s over her, now....and turns out, they were supremely toxic, entirely because of her, so it all works for me.

[pepethehobbit]

VDS College AU

Okay so first of all, Hi everybody. I have never written anything in my life before, at least not a fan fiction, so please be gentle with me. Also notice that English isn’t my first language, so if there are any mistakes I am sorry and I am asking you to please point them out to me. In general, any constructive criticism is welcomed.

I originally wanted to wait for vds week to post this but I finished it and I would really like your feedback and reactions. I am truly very nervous, I usually don’t put myself out there, so please be kind, yeah?

Now to the fic itself. It’s sort of a little cracky, but not really, I tried my best okay? I was inspired by a fic called “I have hella feelings for you” by MacksDramaticShenanigangs on AO3. It’s an evak fic and it’s really funny and angsty, it has it all, you should all go read it. She was inspired by one particular tumblr post which you can find here.

Okay anyway, enough from me, I hope you enjoy the story, I had certaintly had fun writing it and for my first try, I actually kind of like it. Apart from the title, please ignore the terrible title, I couldn’t come up with anything else.

Speechless

It was Lucas first real day at the University of Antwerp and also the day he saw him for the first time. The week prior had been solely for orientation and no real courses had started. It was just a way to show the freshmen how the Uni works and a chance for getting to know your fellow students. The group he was sorted into was full of other art students like him. There was one student though who he clicked with immediately. He had platinum white hair and always wore, as far as Lucas could tell, a black leather jacket and chunky Dr. Martens. Lucas and Sander discovered that they share a portraits class together and decided to meet in front of the building before classes would start.  

So that’s where Lucas found himself right now, in front of the art building, waiting for Sander with a coffee in his hand. He was feeling a mixture of excitement and regret. He was truly happy that he could finally begin his new life, to study what he loves and away from the controlling grasp of his father’s hand. But did he really have to pick his first class on a Monday at 8 o’clock in the fucking morning? His thoughts went back to his friends back in Utrecht and he decided to text them about his poor life choices, throwing in a miss u guys for good measure. Obviously there was no immediate response, as they probably were a bit smarter than to take 8 am classes. When he looked up from his phone he was greeted with the sight of Sander jogging up to him.

“Hey Lucas, I am so sorry I’m late. Did you wait here long? I’m sorry but Robbe was being his extra cuddly self this morning.” said Sander in a way of explaining that made Lucas think he was supposed to understand.  

Lucas was a bit confused by this statement as he had no clue who Robbe is. “No worries, I only got here 5 minutes ago. But let’s go inside, I don’t want to sit in the first row.”  

They found some free seats at the back of the classroom and while they were sitting down Lucas asked who Robbe is.

“Oh, yeah sorry, of course you wouldn't know. Robbe is my boyfriend, we just moved in together. Everything is still a bit stressful with unpacking and we are waiting for the kitchen to arrive, so he needed some morning cuddles.” While Sander was talking Lucas noticed how his voice filled with excitement and how his smile got considerably wider as he talked about his boyfriend.  

Lucas was kind of jealous. Not of Robbe of course. But he wished for that kind of intimacy and love in his life. He knew he was gay and there were a few hook ups here and there back in Utrecht but never anything serious and always hidden from the outside world. His friends and his mum knew but he wants to have a person that would make him happy and that he could show off with pride. He doesn’t want to hide anymore.

“The kitchen should be there by Wednesday, and we are planning on throwing a housewarming party on Friday. You should come. I’ll introduce you to Robbe, I’m sure you guys will get along great, I can feel it.” Sander was grinning as he said it and Lucas easily agreed.  

“Yeah sure, I would love to come. I’ve never been to a housewarming party, anything I should bring?” Before Sander could answer the professor walked in and the class started. Sander whispered: “We’ll talk later.”  

The next one and a half hours were filled with mostly boring organizational stuff and one homework assignment. The professor wanted to have an overview of his students’ skills. After class Sander had to rush to his next course and yelled over his shoulder as he ran the other way that he will text Lucas the address for the party and that he looks forward to introducing him to Robbe.  

Lucas waved him goodbye and headed to the campus cafeteria, he didn’t have time for breakfast this morning and just bought a quick coffee to feel more awake. On his way there a group of three boys caught his attention. Actually it would have been hard to overlook them as they were laughing loudly and gesturing wildly with their skateboards in their hands.

But one of them in particular made Lucas steal a second glance. He was tall, maybe even taller than Lucas, brown eyes, a jawline that could cut glass, a smile that made Lucas’s inside fill with butterflies and dark brown hair that looked so soft and fluffy that Lucas had the sudden urge to go over there and pull his hands through it.He wore a red sweater that looked like it experienced a lot of love throughout the years and loose hanging jeans.

Lucas stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at the beautiful stranger. He only vaguely noticed the other boys, one with blonde curly hair and the other with a red and black striped jacket. The boys continued talking and it looked like they were trying to convince Hot Guy to do something. He was vehemently shaking is head while laughing as the others were nodding their heads enthusiastically and making a look around you motion with their arms.  

Lucas noticed that he was still staring at Hot Guy and quickly snapped out of it, he didn’t want to be creepy. And he had places to be and was actually really hungry now. One last look at the boy with the most beautiful and kind looking eyes Lucas has ever seen and he would be on his way.  

Only now Lucas was directly looking into them. An expression came across Hot Guy’s face that looked pleasantly surprised and caught off guard at the same time. Hot Guy held his gaze for what felt like forever and Lucas knew he was doomed. He needed to get going or he would develop a useless crush on someone that was probably straight anyway. So he quickly looked away and continued down his path to the cafeteria trying to get those eyes out of his mind.  

He was nearly at the entrance when he felt someone tap on his shoulder. He turned around and was once again met with Hot Guy’s face. Only now up close he was even more beautiful than Lucas could have seen from afar. He didn’t know what to do as he kept staring up at him in shock. Turns out he actually is taller than Lucas, if only by a little bit.  

Before he had a chance to say anything though, Hot Guy just raised his hand in the universal sign of expecting a high five while lifting his eyebrows expectantly. Lucas was dumbfounded, stared at him for a while longer and then just raised his own hand to slap it against the strangers. Because what else are you supposed to do when the most beautiful boy you have ever seen just comes up to you and silently demands a high five.  

Lucas is still in shock but the moment he wants to pull his hand away Hot Guy links their fingers together, swings their now joined hands back and forth a few times and says:  

“Hi, I’m Jens. We’re dating now. Love you, babe!”  

Before Lucas had a chance to respond or to even fucking process what the hell just happened, Hot Guy winks at him, let’s go of his hand, puts his skateboard on the ground and skates back to the direction he came from.  

Lucas was speechless. Truly and utterly speechless. What the hell? He looked after Hot Guy, or Jens apparently, as he skated away so smoothly Lucas was a bit jealous of his skills. He turned a corner and Lucas couldn’t see him anymore. Still being in shock he began to shake himself out of his stupor. He started to laugh as he saw how ridiculous this whole situation was. A few faces turned his way while he just continued to silently shake his head in amusement and disbelief of what the hell just happened.  

He stood in front of the cafeteria a while longer still unable to process what that was until the growling of his stomach finally brought him back to reality. He went in, bought himself a croque and sat down near the window to look outside to the other students still mingling around the lawn. Another smile began to spread on his face as he began to recall the feeling of Jens holding his hand tightly in his own.  

This is ridiculous, Lucas thought. Don’t get attached, that was just a stupid joke, there is no way that Jens was actually interested in him. Still the situation made him smile and secretly there was a part of him that hoped he would see him again even if the rational part of his brain tried to drown out these thoughts. As he ate his croque Lucas was unable to stop smiling.

The following days were normal. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. He hadn’t seen Jens again and Lucas tried to forget the incident as well as he could. He had met with Sander once in a break between classes to eat lunch. As much as he tried to forget Jens, he found himself telling the story to Sander. He told him he saw him before he was approached by him and that he thought that he was beautiful. Sander smiled knowingly at him but didn’t say anything and let Lucas continue. Lucas finished with: “Well I know it was just a joke anyway and I know he wasn’t serious, how could he have been, he doesn’t know me.”

“That sounds like there should be a but somewhere.” Sander smirked at him. He has this expression as if he knew something Lucas didn’t.  

“No, there is no but. Sure, he was the most beautiful man I have ever seen, but it was a joke and I shouldn’t get my hopes up in ever seeing him again. This is a big campus with lots of students. I am sure he pulls stuff like this with a lot of other people.” Lucas tried hard not to sound jealous, because that would truly be a bit pathetic. Jealousy for hypothetical people? Get a grip, Lucas.  

“Well now I am just offended, what about me? I am clearly prettier than Jens.” Sander smiled teasingly at Lucas but something else caught his attention. “Wait, wait, wait, I didn’t say his name was Jens, Sander!” Lucas saw a flash of an “oh shit” expression cross Sander’s face and before Sander could say something back, Lucas nearly shouted in surprise: “You know Jens! Holy shit! How? Is he a friend of yours? Did he tell you about that already?” There were some more questions racing through his head right now but before he could utter them Sander stood up abruptly and mumbled an excuse of being late to meet with Robbe.  

“You can’t just drop a bomb like that and go Sander, who is he? I want to know him!” Lucas said in disbelief. But Sander was already on his way, at the exit he looked back at a still very much in shock Lucas and said: “I’ll text you the address for our party tomorrow. Who knows, maybe your mystery man will be there. Then you can ask him yourself.”  

And with that, Lucas was left speechless for the second time in just one week.  

His initial plan to forget about Jens turned out to be quite hard after Sander had accidentally revealed that he knew the person that had left him so amazed. With the connection to Sander, Lucas let himself hope that he would have a chance of getting to know Jens. The rational part of his brain told him that he shouldn’t go to that party, Jens will be there and Lucas will just embarrass himself in front of him with his obvious crush. But his heart told him to go and to take the chance. Even if Jens really was only joking and he wasn’t the least bit interested in Lucas, it was still a great opportunity to make new friends here in Antwerp and maybe even laugh with Jens about the whole situation. Without revealing Lucas giant crush of course.  

So, that’s how he found himself in front of an older looking apartment building looking for the doorbell of Driesen and Ijzermans being rather nervous. What if Jens was really there? Or worse, what if he wasn’t? He was just about to contemplate leaving when a girl with platinum blonde hair like Sander’s arrived at the door and asked: “Are you here for the housewarming party as well?” Lucas took that as his sign that he should just suck it up and give it a chance. He smiled at her and said: “Yes I am. I’m Lucas. I met Sander at orientation week and he invited me here.”

“Oh so you are an art student as well? I’m Zoe by the way.” She said it while she pressed the door bell and a few seconds later they were buzzed in. They held small talk in the elevator all the way up to the top floor. Zoe apparently was Robbe’s old roommate and they knew each other from school. She now also studies law at the University of Antwerp.  

When they arrived at the top floor the door to the flat was already open, signalling any visitors where the party was happening. They could hear the music and faint conversations from the hall. Zoe confidently entered the flat and was immediately greeted by a boy with brown, long, wavy hair, in clothes that were at least one size to big for him.  

“Robbe! It’s so nice to finally see you again, it’s been way to long.” Zoe exclaimed while she hugged him hello. Sander appeared behind Robbe and hugged Zoe as well once his boyfriend was done cuddling his old roommate. He noticed Lucas standing somewhat awkwardly at the side of the doorway and ushered him inside.  

“Hey Lucas, you came! I wasn’t sure if you really would after our last conversation.” At that Robbe looked a bit confused. Sander turned to him and just said with a certain conspirational and suggestive tone to his voice: “Robbe, that’s the Lucas, the one your best friend and I told you about.” At that Robbe’s confused expression turned into one of recognition and he hugged Lucas enthusiastically in greeting.  

“Oh Lucas, of course. I have heard so much about you.” Now it was Lucas turn to be confused, because he genuinely doesn’t have a clue as to why Robbe would be so excited to meet him. Also who is Robbe’s best friend, how does he know Lucas and why would he talk about him a lot? It doesn’t make any sense.  

He tried to shake himself out of his confusion, just greeted Robbe in return and told him that Sander basically never shuts up about him as well and that he feels like he knows him already. At the mention of Sander talking about Robbe, he just blushed and looked up into his boyfriends eyes. Sander leaned down and pressed a quick but firm kiss to Robbe’s lips and it seemed like Robbe needed a few seconds to come back to earth.

“Anyway, it’s really nice to finally have a face to put to that story. Make yourself comfortable, drink anything you want, beer is in the fridge and if you want to smoke we have balcony.” At the last part of the sentence Robbe wiggled his eyebrows suggestively making it clear that he did not talk about smoking cigarettes.  

Lucas laughed at that. “I do actually have some with me. I don’t trust you Belgians with something so precious as weed.”

As Robbe laughed Lucas noticed someone coming out of a room, stepping into the hall and he had to suck in a breath. It was him. Jens. Hot Guy. But not in his red sweater this time. He was dressed in a blue button down, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His rather loose hanging pants from the first time Lucas saw him were replaced with tighter black jeans and that just really wasn’t fair to Lucas. His hair though looked still as soft as Lucas remembered and he is again overcome with the urge to run his fingers through it.  

“Robbe, what is taking you so long? I thought we were gonna smoke.” Jens made his way over to them and Lucas tried to prepare himself as best as he could. But nothing could have prepared him for the glory that is Jens up close. He must have already drank a fair amount, his cheeks were flushed slightly red and when he saw Lucas he stopped dead in his tracks and swayed a little having to hold on onto the wall next to him.  

It seemed like Jens got his chill back rather quickly though. He threw his arms up around both Sander’s and Robbe’s shoulders, standing in the middle of them. He didn’t look at them but held Lucas gaze steady when he uttered the sentence that would leave Lucas speechless for the third time this week. All of these moments had something to do with Jens.  

“Robbe. Sander. Allow me to introduce you to my future boyfriend.”  

Lucas gaped at him, not really knowing what to say, while Sander and Robbe laughed at this ridiculous comment. But then Lucas saw an opportunity. Didn’t he say Jens and he were already dating? He looked up at Jens and tried to infuse his gaze with as much confidence and cheek as possible.  

“Future boyfriend? I thought we were already dating?” At that Jens’s smile grew wider and he stretched his hand towards Lucas and said: “I’m Jens.”  

Lucas smirked at him and took Jens’s hand in his for the second time this week. “I know. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t even know your name?”  

“Well, looks like our help is not needed here anymore. We’ll leave you to it.” Sander pulled Robbe and Zoe, who was still standing next to Lucas with an amused face, away from the doorway and further into the flat leaving Jens and Lucas alone in the hall, still holding each other’s hands.

They stared at each other for a few moments without saying anything. Lucas noticed that the blush was still present on Jens’ cheeks and a hoop earring that he hasn’t seen before, that somehow just made him even hotter. It was becoming a bit awkward just standing there, staring at each other but Lucas for the life of him did not want to stop. He scrambled his brain for something to say but was saved by Jens interrupting his thoughts.  

“I must say, you are at an unfair advantage. You are definitely the better boyfriend. I don’t even know your name.”  

Right, yeah. Lucas totally forgot to introduce himself. He felt like they knew each other already, it was really weird what Jens made him feel in these short interactions they had until now.  

“Well that’s just rude. You always go up to random boys, claim them as your boyfriend and forget to ask their names?” Lucas said instead of introducing himself. He had way too much fun with this situation. He was finally talking to Jens, he seems funny and if Lucas is reading the signs right he is even flirting with him a little bit.  

“You were not a random choice.” Jens mumbled under his breath and looked down at his hand. Lucas wasn’t quite sure if he heard that correctly.  

“What did you say?” Lucas asked but instead of answering Jens just pulled at his hand that he was still holding and led him into the flat. As he walked in front of Lucas with their joined hands he turned his head back over his shoulder to look at Lucas and asked: “Wanna smoke?”  

There really only was one simple answer to that question. “Sure” Lucas said with a grin on his face so wide it could split his face in half. Jens answering smile was just as wide and he pulled Lucas through the kitchen onto the balcony. Thankfully they were the only ones with this idea, as they were alone once again as they stepped into the cool night air. Lucas was not quite ready to share Jens yet. He wanted to get to know him more.  

“This is actually a little bit embarrassing, again. I didn’t bring any weed.” Jens looked at him sheepishly and Lucas had to laugh.  

“You invite me to smoke with you, without having anything on you? That was a great plan really, you really have thought this trough, haven’t you?”  

Jens tried to level him with a look that Lucas read as “I am not impressed” and Lucas just raised his eyebrows at him in return in a playfully mocking way.  

“Okay, yes, I admit, not one of my best moments. Maybe I just looked for an excuse to be alone with you some more, you are my boyfriend after all. I don’t like sharing you.” Lucas was truly baffled. How could Jens seem almost shy at one moment and then just say stuff like that with a confidence that Lucas wishes he had. Lucas just tried to keep up with the banter and not completely melt at the sight of Jens so close to him.  

“Oh you mean the boyfriend you still don’t know the name of?” Lucas said with a cheeky smile up at Jens.

“Because you won’t give it to me.” And that was just the perfect opportunity for Lucas to tease Jens even further.

“Woah, woah, woah, that’s moving a bit fast don’t you think? We haven’t even kissed yet.” Lucas can’t help the pleased smile as Jens is having a coughing fit and trying to control his breathing again. He didn’t know where his confidence was coming from but he liked that it seemed to have an effect on Jens. The blush that went away when they stepped onto the balcony is back at full force as he sputterd out incoherent sentences.

“That’s not what I… I just wanted… That came out so wrong! I mean not that I would mind if we did, you’re gorgeous. Oh god sorry I’m making you uncomfortable, you barely know me and I just…”  

Before Jens could continue though, Lucas decided to save him. “Jens, oh my god, shut up.” He laughed while he says it, took his hand in his again and introduced himself. “My name is Lucas. And I actually have some weed we could share. It’s better than your Belgian shit anyway.” Lucas got his already rolled joint out of his pocket, lit it up and took his first drag.  

At that, Jens seemed to return to his chill demeanour and relaxed his shoulders again. He huffed out a relieved laugh and said: “Come on, you probably haven’t even tried Belgian weed. Don’t knock it till you tried it. Next time, I’ll bring the weed. I promise.”  

“Next time?” Lucas couldn’t help but ask, as he really wanted to see Jens again after tonight. He handed the joint over to Jens and he didn’t make a great effort to avoid their fingers brushing over each other.  

Jens smiled at him in a way that can almost be described as fondly. He took a drag, exhaled the smoke, looked Lucas in the eye intently and said: “Yeah next time. You really expect to never see your boyfriend again?”  

Lucas laughed at that but it came out weak. He didn’t know if this is still just part of the joke for Jens or if there is a part of him that really wants to see Lucas again. He just had to ask.  

“Why did you do it?” He looked down at his hands, avoiding Jens’ gaze while he waited for the answer.He didn’t specify what he was talking about but Jens knew anyway.

“Honestly, it was a dare. My friends came up with it. I was supposed to go up to anyone, give them a high five and say that we are dating now and then just leave without saying anything else. I didn’t really wanna do it, but I thought the idea was funny.”  

Oh. Well, that definitely wasn’t the answer Lucas was hoping for. Part of him thought about this as well. That it was a prank would be the most logical explanation for it. But the other part of him had hoped that Jens did it because he was interested in Lucas.  

“Oh, okay.” Lucas didn’t know what else to say to that. He must have done a poor job of concealing the disappointment in his voice as Jens chuckled, lifted his finger to Lucas’ chin to make him look him into his eyes again. Lucas saw amusement there and maybe also a bit of hope.  

“But then I saw you.” Jens said in explanation as if this would clarify any of the insecurity in Lucas’ brain.  

“What do you mean?”  

“Well, I didn’t want to go up to just anyone and do what I did with you. I thought the idea was ridiculous and I would only embarrass myself. But then I saw you… and I don’t know. I wanted to talk to you. So I decided to suck it up and accepted the dare. It was just an excuse to hold your hand really.” Jens explained with a chuckle. He then looked into Lucas’ eyes with hope and an edge of vulnerability.

“Oh, okay.” This time it was not disappointment filling his voice but absolute wonder and amazement. He didn’t know what to say to Jens so he just continued to stare into those beautiful brown eyes. Jens’ hand was still under Lucas’ chin. When did their faces get so close? He saw how Jens’ gaze dropped down to Lucas lips and as if on instinct Lucas couldn’t help but pull them between his teeth to wet them. He inched his face closer to Jens, dropping his gaze to his mouth just as Jens looked up into his eyes again. The corner of Jens’ mouth curled up as he made the distance between their lips even smaller. Lucas could feel the other boy’s breath across his lips. They were only inches apart now and Lucas was desperate to know how those soft looking lips would feel on his own.  

The balcony door opened and two other boys Lucas didn’t know stepped on to it. Jens and he scrambled apart in shock and looked at each other sheepishly.  

“Hey, one of you have a lighter?” One of the boys asked. Lucas, glad for the distraction, gave his lighter to him so he could lit up his cigarette. He was still trying to process the intensity of the moment he and Jens just shared.

“Thanks, man. You planing on sharing this?” He asked with a smile and pointed to the joint still in Jens hand which wasn’t even lit anymore. Jens looked at Lucas for confirmation as it was his weed. Lucas just nodded and for the duration it took to smoke the rest of the joint he found himself trapped in awkward small talk with these two boys and Jens. He just wanted to be alone with Jens again and maybe finally find out what those lips feel like on his. But the moment was gone and Lucas couldn’t help but feel disappointed.  

When the boys stepped back inside, Jens and him followed them. But before Lucas could step back into the kitchen, Jens reached for his hand and linked their fingers together. Lucas looked up at him in surprise. Jens only shrugged with his shoulders and motioned for Lucas to follow him to the living room, where many people were already dancing.  

And so Lucas spend the rest of the evening dancing with Jens and talking to him and his friends on the couch when they needed a break. He found out that Jens is Robbe’s best friend and at that he leaned into Jens’ space and whispered in his ear: “So you talked to Robbe about me, huh?” Jens only blushed and pushed him away just to pull him close to his side again. He found out that Jens is studying music, has lived in Antwerp his whole life, that his baby sister is called Lotte and that he loves her a lot. He found out that Jens came out as bisexual in the last year of high school where he just kissed a boy in the middle of a party for everyone of his classmates to see. Everything he found out about Jens that evening made his crush on him grow even bigger. He wasn’t just the most beautiful boy he had ever seen, he was also funny, confident, loving and just the nicest person Lucas has ever met. During the evening they sat closer and closer together, Jens never let go of his hand and sometimes he would play with Lucas’ curls in a way that it seems he doesn’t even realize that he was doing it. Lucas loved these moments the most.  

When the party died down and it was time to leave, Jens insisted on walking Lucas home, even though it was only a fifteen minute walk.  

“You really don’t have to. I know the way.”  

“Do you though? You just moved here, I need to show you the way around the city.”  

And who was Lucas to say no to such an offer. The walk home was spend in comfortable silence. Here and there Jens pointed something out to Lucas, a great cafe at the corner or the best place for fries in the city. Lucas tried to remember these tips but it was currently hard for him to concentrate on anything other than the feeling of Jens’ hand in his.  

When they arrived at Lucas’ dorm building, Jens turned toward Lucas and just looked at him nervously.  

“I… I had a really great time tonight. God, that sounds so lame.” Lucas just laughed but before he could say anything in return Jens continued. “Okay just let me say this. I just… I just want you to know that… that it may have started as a joke, but I would really like to see you again and take you out on a real date. If that is something you would want, I mean. You don’t have to of course. I know I am not your boyfriend or anything, that was just a joke. And even if you were my boyfriend you are of course not forced to go anywhere with me and you don’t need to fee-”  

Lucas just couldn’t wait anymore. A rambling and nervous Jens is just about the most endearing thing Lucas has ever seen. He pushes himself on his tiptoes into Jens’ space and presses their lips together. His hands go up to Jens waist and stay there even when he pulls back. He looks up at Jens who still has his eyes closed and his mouth hangs open a little, as if he is waiting for another kiss.  

“I really want to see you again too.”

At that Jens opens his eyes, looks at Lucas in disbelief and awe, like he can’t believe his luck. He smiles and pull his bottom lip between his lips as he asks: “Yeah?”  

Lucas answering smile is just as dopey and wide and he can’t help but look at the way Jens bites his lips. He wants to kiss those lips again. “Yeah.” Lucas says with a definite and happy tone in his voice. He has never been more sure of anything in his life.  

“That’s really good. Not gonna lie, it would’ve really sucked for me if you didn’t want to see your boyfriend again.”  

Lucas laughed out loud and Jens looked at him in wonder. Lucas hands travelled from Jens’ waist up to his neck in an attempt to pull him in even closer. Jens came willingly and encircled Lucas’ back with his arms. This time it was Jens who closed the distance between them. He rested his forehead against Lucas’ and just breathed him in for a few seconds. The intensity of this moment threatening to overwhelm both of them, but then Jens leaned his head down to capture Lucas’ lips once more.  

As Jens’ lips glided smoothly across his own, as Jens hugged Lucas so tightly there wasn’t even an inch of space between them, as Jens let out a soft moan when Lucas bit his bottom lip gently, as Lucas was finally able to feel the soft curls of Jens’ hair between his fingers, that’s when Lucas decided that he would never want to stop kissing Jens.

[adoptabledogs]

TO BE KILLED 7/23/19 BEYOND CRITICAL

“Silly and adorable” is what the volunteers have to say about SPOT. The oldest name in the book, reinvented in this chubby, happy, priceless low rider with his heart of gold. You will never find him without a smile, and his tail non-stop wags when greeting people. Old friend, new friend, it’s all the same to Spot. He’s 8 years young, full of joy and goodwill, and waiting for his forever family. Please don’t let him down. A dog this special should be by the side of his people for a summer full of barbeques, falling hamburgers (ooops, that’s mine, he says!) and long walks in a nearby park or down at the pond. Don’t let him languish, life is short when you’re a human, nevermind a pup! Message our page or email us at MustLoveDogsNYC@gmail.com to foster or adopt the sweetest gentleman in the world.

A volunteer writes:

The best way I can describe Spot is "a big ol' ball of love!" He's super-sweet and friendly and just LOVES attention. He got all wiggly and waggly when I interacted with him, but the best was when he stood up and leaned into me for doggie hugs, then thanked me with kisses! He's a big boy, but walked nicely on a leash and took treats very gently. Spot likes to keep busy by playing with toys and chew bones; and loves to burn off energy with a good game of fetch (though long, brisk walks work well too!). I just love hanging out with Spot and think you will too, so come and meet this happy, playful boy today at the Brooklyn ACC shelter, where he's excitedly awaiting his fur-ever home.

https://youtu.be/e8RsSAXl6uk

Spot

https://youtu.be/lvx_I5W_QZE

SPOT, ID# 65636, 8 yrs old, 77 lbs, Brooklyn Animal Care Center, Large Mixed Breed Cross, White / Brindle Male,

Owner Surrender Reason: owner moving out of the country.

No children (under 13)

Single-pet home

Recommend no dog parks

OWNER SURRENDER NOTES - BASIC INFORMATION: Spot is an approx 8 year old white and brown brindle large male dog that was surrendered to BACC due to owner moving out of the country. His owner had Spot from a friend. Spot previously lived with 1 adult. He is friendly and outgoing around strangers. Spot has not been around children or cats, it is unknown how he would react. Spot has not lived with other dogs but when on walks he is described as respectful. Spot's owner has not attempted to move his food, treats, or toys away, so resource guarding is unknown. Spot has no bite history, he is partially housetrained and his previous owner describes his energy level as very high.

Other Notes:

Spot will hide during storms or fireworks, it is unknown how he would react when pushed off the furniture, or when restrained. Spot is not bothered when his sleep is interrupted and is afraid of being given a bath. Spot is not bothered when his coat is brushed and it is unknown how he would react when his paws are touched. Spot is friendly when someone approaches the family member.

For a New Family to Know

Spot is described as playful, friendly, and excitable. Spot loves to play with his ball, stuffed toys, or chew bones. Spot likes to play chase. Spot has been kept mostly indoors and will sleep in his cage in the basement. Spot has been fed pedigree dry and wet food twice a day. Spot is partially house trained and will use the potty on grass. Spot will bark and whine when left home alone and if not walked he will use the potty indoors. Spot will destroy things, dig, and bark when left alone in the yard. Spot is crate trained and does well for long hours at a time. Spot will play in the yard or go on brisk walks. Spot will pull very hard on the leash and will run away when off the leash.

INTAKE NOTES – DATE OF INTAKE, 06-11-2019: Behavior during intake: Spot was very exuberant and had a loose body during intake. Spot kept jumping on counselor's legs and accepted the treats that were offered. Spot had a very energy level that did not allow for collaring. Spot went out on the leash with no issues.

Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):

Owner surrender

Previously lived with: 1 Adult

Behavior toward strangers: Friendly, outgoing

Behavior toward children: Unknown

Behavior toward dogs: Respectful passing them on walks

Behavior toward cats: Unknown

Resource guarding: None reported

Bite history: None reported

Housetrained: Partially

Energy level/descriptors: Playful, friendly, and excitable with a very high energy level

Other Notes:

Previous owner reported Spot to destroy items, dig, and bark when left alone in the yard

SAFER ASSESSMENT:

BEHAVIOR:

Summary:

Leash Walking

Strength and pulling: Mild-moderate pulling

Reactivity to humans: None

Reactivity to dogs: None

Leash walking comments:

Sociability

Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Soft and wiggly body, tail wagging, ears back, licks handler, readily accepts treats, stays near handlers, jumps up soliciting attention, accepts all contact

Call over: Approaches readily, soft and loose, jumps up onto handler

Sociability comments:

Handling

Soft handling: Neutral body, low tail wags, ears back, soft head flips, lip licking, moves away somewhat before attempting to jump up softly onto handler's lap

Exuberant handling: Soft body, tail wagging, open mouth, lip licking, panting, soft head flips, leans into and accepts all contact

Handling comments: Initially jumps up onto handler's lap repeatedly; Distracted by dogs barking outside

Arousal

Jog: Follows handler, soft and loose, tail wagging, panting

Arousal comments:

Knock

Knock Comments: Turns toward handler and solicits attention when assistant exits; No response to knock; Approaches assistant, soft and loose, jumps up soliciting attention, ears back, tail wagging

Toy

Toy comments: Initially fearful of toy, flinched; Avoids toy, no interest

PLAYGROUP NOTES - DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES:

According to Spot's previous owner, he has not lived with other dogs but when on walks he is described as respectful.

6/12: When off leash at the Care Center, Spot is introduced to a novel female dog. He sees the female approaching the gate and he stiffens and begins to chuff. As the female walks closer to the gate he begins to hard bark and jumps on the gate. The gate is not opened and an off-leash interaction is not conducted.

7/12: Due to Spot's previous behavior in group he was muzzled prior to an on-leash introduction. Spot focuses on the greeter and leans forward. He oscillates between pawing at the muzzle and fixating on the greeter. Later in the session the muzzle is taken off but his leash is held. He rushes towards the female, continuing to display a tense posture.

INTAKE BEHAVIOR: Date of intake: 11-Jun-2019

Summary: Exuberant, loose bodied

MEDICAL BEHAVIOR: Date of initial: 11-Jun-2019

Summary: Wagging, seeks contact, jumping up

ENERGY LEVEL: Spot has been observed to exhibit a medium-high level of energy during his interactions in the care center. We cannot be certain of his behavior in a home environment, but we recommend that he be provided daily mental and physical stimulation as an outlet for his energy.

BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION: Level 3

Behavior Asilomar TM - Treatable-Manageable

Recommendations:

No children (under 13)

Single-pet home

Recommend no dog parks

Recommendations comments:

No children (under 13): Due to Spot's observed kennel presence, fearful behavior and reported destructive behavior, we feel it would be best for him to be placed in a stable, adult-only home environment to ensure his success. It is advised that the new adopters should be able to exercise appropriate and safe management when handling Spot, allowing him to acclimate and decompress at his own pace. Force-free, reward-based training only is advised when introducing or exposing Spot to new and unfamiliar situations, as well as utilizing guidance from a qualified, professional trainer/behaviorist.

Single-pet home/Recommend no dog parks: Due to the concerning behaviors that Spot has shown during playgroup (see DOG-DOG BEHAVIOR SUMMARY), we feel that Spot should not visit dog parks and be the only resident dog. The Behavior Department recommends that he be socialized in a more controlled setting until his behavior towards other dogs can be further addressed. Reward-based, force-free training can be utilized to help Spot associate dogs with things he enjoys like toys or treats.

Potential challenges:

Destructive behavior

Fearful

Kennel presence

Potential challenges comments:

Destructive behavior: Previous owner reported Spot to destroy items, dig, and bark when left alone in the yard. This behavior has not been observed during his interactions in the care center. Please refer to the handout for Destructive behavior.

Fearful: During his assessment, Spot was observed to display fearful behavior when introduced to a plush squeak toy. He flinched, lowered his body and avoided the toy when it was offered. He was not observed to escalate beyond these behaviors. Please refer to the handout for Fearful.

Kennel presence: Spot has been observed to low growl and hard bark when staff approach his kennel. Once he is removed from the kennel, this behavior is not observed during his walks or interactions. Should this behavior arise in a home environment, please refer to the handout for Kennel presence.

MEDICAL EXAM NOTES

6-Jul-2019

Progress Exam

Hx: 6/11 os intake: APH

6/18: Diagnosed with CIRDC, started baytril

SO: BAR, unremarkable appetite and elimination

No cough, sneeze or discharge noted on exam

EENT: Eyes clear OU, no ocular or nasal discharge

H/L: Eupneic, normal RR/RE

Neuro: A&A

MSI: Ambulatory x4

Abd: visually normal

A: CIRDC - resolved

P:

baytril 10 mg/kg PO SID until 7/8 - no need to extend at this time

doxy 10mg/kg PO SID until 7/10 - no need to extend at this time

ok to leave ISO

5-Jul-2019

Progress Exam

Hx: 6/11 os intake: APH

6/18: Diagnosed with CIRDC, started baytril

S: BAR, mild sneezing, no coughing, no vd.

Eyes: Unremarkable OU

Ears: Unremarkable AU.

Nasal Cavity: Mild serous nasal discharge

Lungs: Eupneic

U/G: Normal external genitalia. No discharge.

Musculoskeletal: Ambulatory x 4 with no appreciable lameness.

BCS = 5/9

Neuro: Appropriate mentation.

Rectal: Not performed. Externally normal.

A: CIRDC

P:

continue baytril 10 mg/kg PO SID until 7/8

doxy 10mg/kg PO SID until 7/10

Recheck CIRDC day 21

[cervidaecorpse]

Abyssal Zone

Night had washed over this side of planet earth. Dimly glowing lines marked your path through the building towering over the town. Colourless on the outside. Members rushing like blood cells through the system, creating swarms like fish. Avoiding you as if you were a predator ready to tear into them like fresh meat. Their numbers dwindling the higher you moved up the floors. One after the other. Voices quieting down. Faint steps in the distance vanished.

The higher you came, the further the pressure increased. Artificial rays of light began failing around you, avoiding your sight. The former colours drained from the walls and floor. Movement of the elevator stagnated. Doors opened, leaving you to exit. With a soft call they closed behind you, before another beckoned you through a second pair. Shutting you in.

Usually lit, the absents of any source of brightness inside the office left the moon in control of your vision. Falling through the vizor shaped window, reflecting off the polished desk. The person expecting you turned to greet you in his chair. Calm and neutral expression receiving cracks in its façade, once he raised his eyes from your hands to meet your own.

“I see your persistence was rewarded with success. Not that I expected anything less.” He commented. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Digits cladded in black cloth reached out your way. Obliging to his wordless request, you gave him the three cards he had ordered to be retrieved. His gaze raked over the rectangular shapes. Spreading them out on his desk, he propped his arm up.

“You did well.” He congratulated you, icy blues gleaming in the moonlight. “This family could have been difficult to deal with in the future, but thanks to you they will have no chance of becoming a thorn in our sides.” Tilting his head, he took note of the other cards trapped in the vice grip of yours. The side of his jaw came to rest on the back of his pointer finger.

“After cleansing the town, you decided to keep them.” Something akin to amusement flared up in his eyes. “You don’t have a Maximum as of yet, do you?” For just a moment, thoughts clouded his mind. “But I don’t think either of them will be a good fit for you. Leave them with me. I will find them fitting owners.”

Taking them from you, he instead pushed the three you had brought him toward you. Resuming his former position, weighing your response, his smile returned. “You have rightfully earned yourself the biggest threats of the MIK and my goal. I’m certain you will take good care of them.”

Accept the cards?

Yes

No

[cervidaecorpse]

Go Rush Villain Dating Sim!AU

I probably sound like a broken record by now: Thank you all so much! While I did publish some writing online before, this was a huge step out of my comfort zone and every comment or even just a like made (makes) my day so much brighter. My writing is way more personal to me, so this means a lot.

For our deer Queen of Phaser simps, let me officially thank you for inspiring me to make this au. If you still plan to do your White Day story, I would be very happy to read it, but no pressure. ^^

But let's get into some comments and maybe unasked questions to this au:

What would have happened, if you declined our very charming and innocent men their offer? Well... I can't give you a definite answer. I'm (personally) very tired of MCs being the innocent, naive little person who can do no wrong and was corrupted into doing very, very bad things. But I do know that a lot of people actually like this trope (and all power to you, if you do). Therefore, I decided to avoid giving the MC any definition of a character, so you, as the reader, can decide whether the MC was actually corrupted by the specific man, or was pulling the strings all along for their own personal gain. I'm not sure I fully succeeded with all of them, but I think I came close. (Though I'm glad we all agree that MC dragged a certain someone to therapy.)

Something I just think is "funny" to mention, is that I pushed Yudias in this au around like a punching bag. If he was not somewhere in the back-/foreground, he was at least mentioned or referenced in the text. Except with the Ryugu brothers, because I don't think they were ever too much involved, except for a few moments. I feel like the Ohdo family took on a greater role in the fifth arc.

Will I be writing more of this au? I don't think so. On one part, I'm getting a lot more busy in the next month(s) in the writing department, and on a different part, I personally am not too invested in all of them. And although I'm invested in Tremolo, I will not be writing any romance or what not about him. Period. Friendships I would write without question, he deserves and needs them. ... Though, I don't think I need to mention the other dragon in the room.

Take these as a parting gift from this au. :)

[cervidaecorpse]

Heat Death

White noise. A plethora of nothing. Steadily spilled into this world of dreams. Lulling others into a false sense of security. Broken by a few chosen ones. The distortion formally known as the Space-Time began to disappear. Inverted colours of white and black-green faded. Turning black as the night. Until it flashed white.

Mellowing out, the mass of white shattered into thousands, no, millions of tiny pieces. Glowing and twinkling like stars. Filling the void with the chaos of life. Moving. Twirling around you like dancers attending a ball. Similar to planets forced into an orbit around their mother star. Comparable to the arms of a spiral galaxy.

As if colliding with the gravitational force of a different galaxy of its kind, the stars were pulled from their natural course. Following their path, you were drawn along. The feeling of weightlessness hit you. An endless void stretched out below you. To all sides. Unable to control your road, you moved with the twinkling stars.

The end of the tunnel formed by the light ahead of you was dark. A circle with no end. Like the time altering black hole, escape was impossible. Then, it changed. Something took shape inside the blackness. At first it was the crystal of bright blue. Shortly after the stone of gold. Painted with red. A figure dressed in white stared at the closed doors. Slowly turning toward your approaching form. Smiling.

On cue, the speed of the stars slowed down and so did you. Accumulating between the object and behind the man. Unlike you, who only halted shortly in front of the person, who seemingly had asked for your presence. Only then did the rectangular appearance of the stars strike you as odd. Those were no stars, but cards forming orderly rows. Cards formerly known as people. People you had known. Names and faces. Now reduced to a two dimensional space.

“And so, the player, having experienced five different roads appears before their final suitor!” Spreading out his arms as if to embrace you, his smile never faltered. “What kinds of relationships have you envisioned with those lost to the narrative? Or perhaps you have skipped past all of them? Has your end goal always been me?”

A chuckle rippled through the nothingness. Green eyes fully fixating onto you as he held out his hands. Light spread out from a singular centre. Blue and purple circled it like the cards had you earlier. “No matter how you ended here with me.” He said with Andromeda and Milky Way reflecting in his eyes. “By supporting those who came before, you supported me in turning them into cards. But playing a game for two alone beneath the stars seem unfitting to me now. Would you not say the same?”

Yes

[cervidaecorpse]

Turning Gears of Reality

With each movement the corridor appeared longer. Walls lined your sides. Framed portraits flying past. Almost perceiving you with a sentient mind. Watching you with intense eyes. Just like other objects had done. The doors marking the goal seemed distant, no matter how much you left behind. Until you blinked and they manifested in front of you.

Pushing past these portals of old wood, a blinding light filled your vision. Colour indistinguishable from pain matted out into brilliant gold. Leaning from corner to corner, disorderly placed along the confinements of this empty room, were gears of different sizes. Some bigger than your head. Others you only noticed when accidentally pushing your weight onto them. Barely distinguishable from one another. Blurring into a mass of golden light. How much power did those gears possess that their aura was visualised in the form of the glowing sun?

Approaching the centrepiece sticking out in this unnatural shine, your eyes met those of a face imbedded into an overhanging double sleeping place. A piece of furniture children most often enjoyed. But that face did not belong to a child. This piece of furniture did not originate from wood and cotton. Mouth taped shut. Eyes screaming to be released.

“I made a good choice trusting in your providence.” The new face carried a satisfied expression with it. Hands neatly folded behind his back. Eyes hidden behind the reflective vizor stared down upon the thing once called a person. Without care he turned in his spot, letting himself fall into the small space. The face did not even flinch. Protests of being covered by the gloved hand found no reaction.

“Take a seat.” He offered with his undying grin. “I made sure to make it comfortable. There is something I like to discuss with you.” Following his instructions, you manoeuvred yourself to give both of you enough space to breathe. That was, until he leaned a little closer. Sharp eyes penetrating the blinds of the glass. With his free hand he triumphantly held the gear, which had started it all. Exposed for the world to perceive.

“You see, now that I have gotten the Kamijo Gear Company to mass produce their gears for me, there is nothing standing in my way of opening up my 88.8 stores across the universe.” His grin broadened. “But having to oversee and regulate so many stores could tank the absolute providence promised to its customers. I need people I can trust. People who embody what Setsuri prides itself in.” His eyes never left you. “You know, what I’m getting at.”

Take him up on his offer?

Yes

No

[cervidaecorpse]

Shallow Ends

Light vanished behind the mountain. Trees absorbed the final rays of the dying sun, framing the pillar of the valley like an object of worship. Overhanging clouds reflected the last of them. Until the round celestial body crossing the heavens took in their space, swallowing every spark appearing next to it. The night appeared brighter than it was. Surrounding plant life spoke the truth of the creeping shadows.

Averting your gaze from the outside world past the window back to the chamber you were residing in, your attention was captured by the tank standing at the other end. Pressed against the blue and wooden decorated wall, its perfectly polished glass was held together with golden material. Appearing like a temple, water danced within. Nourishing corals growing from pale yellow sand.

A soft hum unrelated to the water filter filled the room. Brushing past the doors, one of your hosts pushed in a cart on tiny wheels. How rare to not see one of the staff handling such a task. Despite the expected annoyance, he was smiling brightly, possibly rivalling the glow coming from inside the tank. Moving closer to where he put it, he spun in your direction, leaving his hands placed on the surface of the object.

“Look at what I’ve found for you!” Beaming at your approaching form, he gave you a moment to register the accessories placed down for your convenience. Two golden crowns, one pair of blue and golden hair clips. The same artefacts his secretaries wore. Unmistakably, the tails of his cards were not too far out of reach. He had brought them in earlier.

“I wasn’t sure, who of my Cuties you resembled more, so I thought I leave this decision up to you. I leave it up to you.” Explaining his reasoning, his smile never wavered. Staring at you expectantly, giving you time to ponder.

“Why are you hesitating?” Though this time was short lived. With your eyes glued to the head accessories, you were unable to determine his expression. Judging from his tone, his excited grin had fallen. “You can’t decide? You just can’t decide on just one, can you?” Meeting his intense eyes once more, the thoughtful clouds dispersed. “Understand. I understand. I had the same problem. But I think I have a solution.”

His joyful smile warmed his face. “You could alternate between them. Or maybe take from each whichever you like. Or maybe…” For a second, the pearl purple hues lost their focus. Smile broadening. “…you could become a fusion... The fusion of my Cuties! What do you say? Do you think you would be the fusion of my Cuties?”

Agree?

Yes

No

[cervidaecorpse]

Earthdamar

Lights flickered. The distant dots in the dark void reminded you of the battle. Echoes of hollow screams. Explosions of ships. Your former comrades. Disintegrated by the talons of the dragon laced with golden armour. Eyes and wings glowing in purple light. Rivalling the stars and galaxies. Despite its glow, it was greedy. Swallowing light and hope alike. Until nothing remained.

Amongst the weak spots there was one strong and stable enough to hold your gaze. Never shying away from sight once it had appeared. Rounding its mother star since eons ago. Blue. Blue and white, with tints of green and yellow. Unlike the dark tiles and circling walls appearing black in the red light surrounding the broad window.

Steps drew closer. Following the example of screams. Projected from the walls. Drilling deep into the depths of your brain. Doors detecting the wandering presence behaved with wordless command. Sealing you in with the one responsible for the massacre. Commander of the taloned hands, standing next to you without his draconic armour. Still, his eyes emitted the same ominous glow his shell did not so long ago.

“Once we extract the Earthdamar from earth, and make Velgearians into true living beings, we will return to the front lines.” His voice was as sharp as ever. Proud posture fitting the thin smile he was carrying since his victory. Stare transfixed on the planet in blue. Until they locked onto a different target. You.

“Why are you shaking?” For a moment his never wavering grin seemed to falter. A dangerous glint glared at you for a heartbeat. It was so fast you were not even sure, if it was there to begin with. No. His eyes lit up with something else. His stance reinforced as he faced in your direction.

“I see.” He interpreted. “You can’t contain your excitement. I was afraid you were starting to follow his ideals. But it was you, who made victory even possible. Without you we wouldn’t be here.” Turning toward the window you never left his line of sight. “You can be proud of yourself. Thanks to you, the war will turn into our favour. Rush Duels are just the final step. Our monsters will crush the enemy’s forces until there will be nothing left of them.”

Ships began to align in formation in the endless void. Stars bleeding red in contrast to the dark blue exteriors. The Commander reached his hand out toward you. His smile softened while he addressed you. “Let us end it together. For the Velgear Star Cluster.”

Take his hand?

Yes

No

[gimmickdreamworld2518]

I absolutely adore this aus and honestly platonic version of Tremolo? Hmmm, I think I've said this before but I feel like due to his isolation with only him in his brother he does not know how to love properly but there's something that stops him from having some platonic loves

Maybe could be someone that he chairs you so much that he can't imagine losing them however it's only because he finally had a huge connection with someone in a platonic way

But if you do write more Villain AUs hmmm, there's a certain short female whos technically a villain (and she's so happens to be friends with Tremolo 🐞)

Go Rush Villain Dating Sim!AU

I probably sound like a broken record by now: Thank you all so much! While I did publish some writing online before, this was a huge step out of my comfort zone and every comment or even just a like made (makes) my day so much brighter. My writing is way more personal to me, so this means a lot.

For our deer Queen of Phaser simps, let me officially thank you for inspiring me to make this au. If you still plan to do your White Day story, I would be very happy to read it, but no pressure. ^^

But let's get into some comments and maybe unasked questions to this au:

What would have happened, if you declined our very charming and innocent men their offer? Well... I can't give you a definite answer. I'm (personally) very tired of MCs being the innocent, naive little person who can do no wrong and was corrupted into doing very, very bad things. But I do know that a lot of people actually like this trope (and all power to you, if you do). Therefore, I decided to avoid giving the MC any definition of a character, so you, as the reader, can decide whether the MC was actually corrupted by the specific man, or was pulling the strings all along for their own personal gain. I'm not sure I fully succeeded with all of them, but I think I came close. (Though I'm glad we all agree that MC dragged a certain someone to therapy.)

Something I just think is "funny" to mention, is that I pushed Yudias in this au around like a punching bag. If he was not somewhere in the back-/foreground, he was at least mentioned or referenced in the text. Except with the Ryugu brothers, because I don't think they were ever too much involved, except for a few moments. I feel like the Ohdo family took on a greater role in the fifth arc.

Will I be writing more of this au? I don't think so. On one part, I'm getting a lot more busy in the next month(s) in the writing department, and on a different part, I personally am not too invested in all of them. And although I'm invested in Tremolo, I will not be writing any romance or what not about him. Period. Friendships I would write without question, he deserves and needs them. ... Though, I don't think I need to mention the other dragon in the room.

Take these as a parting gift from this au. :)