#haha ramble go brrrr

[artsycooky13]

for just a moment, only two were left in that head

[tired-needs-sleep]

love how nearly everyone i've seen play deso has swept rosetta

[starfalltanuki]

yknow when I remade I didn't intend for my new blog to be Oops All Splatoon but oh well thats Autism bro

[dualcastimpact]

westward—towards adventure.

Pre-Dawntrail ramblings below the cut:

If you're familiar with Terncliff you'll know that he's technically looking southward here, but let's just pretend he's looking westward, yes?

Terncliff is actually my favourite place in the entire game; I'm fervently hoping for the day they revisit the whole Ala Mhigan-Ilsabardian rebuilding thing and we can do more with Werlyt. The architecture is so fascinating, it's nothing like any other locales available to us — I want to say it's Mediterranean, sort of Italian in a way? I dunno, I never studied architecture all that much but that's the vibe I'm getting and I wish we get more of it. When will Ilsabard get its day in the limelight...

Anywho, Raginmar's in Terncliff because aside from the fact that it's my favourite area, as an instanced area it's also pretty much free from congestion, which makes it perfect for logging out in preparation for a new expac! During Endwalker I had a good time just sitting there and practicing SMN to get used to the rework (while also grinding Paglth'an for the casting top, which is a whole 'nother story), so I'm foreseeing a similarly peaceful time logging in during Dawntrail too.

And well, speaking of Paglth'an — I'd grinded the casting top for Raginmar's SMN glam, which is a glam set I really really like but never used because the allure of RDM muscle memory is too strong for me to bother using other jobs, and I'd been talking elsewhere about how I might be using it for Dawntrail instead.

Ha.

Haha.

Yeah, not gonna happen. The Palaka casting top suits him so stupidly well, that's practically his trademark look now. It has a nice coat-like tail, it shows off his guns, it's got a great silhouette, it looks real good in Dalamud Red — I busted my ass getting the Augmented Lunar Envoy's Justaucorps of Casting because I thought the whole coat thing would make for a trademark Raginmar look but noooo, it's the dungeon gear from level 85 that finally does it. I can't even be mad because it looks so good.

It does, however, mean that I'm depriving the world from his sexy SMN glam:

Win some lose some, I guess.

I still haven't really decided what to do during Dawntrail early access, to be honest. Part of me wants to put off MSQ for a more (in)sane hour and play Marzanna (fem!Hrothgar! FINALLY!!) or Hyllizirn (VPR leveling go brrrr), but the thought of having to deal with congestion while logging in and out with different characters is making me second-guess that. I could just play Raginmar but like I said, I don't particularly want to rush into MSQ and it's not like I'm super excited for PCT, I'm only doing it for Raginmar for lore purposes (read: he's a nerd about anything magic, so he absolutely will want to learn it).

It's kinda sad that fem!Hrothgar and the DoH/DoL aspects are what I'm excited most about this expac, to be honest. A lot about Dawntrail doesn't mesh with Raginmar's character — hell, he doesn't even meet Wuk Lamat in his canon (I'm writing a fic about that during maintenance) — so I guess in my heart of hearts I'm a bit hesitant about the whole rite of succession and hunt for the golden city thing. He lives in the South Sea Isles, for god's sake, he doesn't need to be lured into helping out some princess from a unfamiliar royal family in an unfamiliar land and have it called a summer vacation! He can have a summer vacation adventure all on his own!

...well, we'll see how that goes.

[thefanciestborrower]

Haha lol Ice Emperor goes Brrrr part 7

The Emperor hadn’t seen, nor heard from Lloyd in multiple hours.

Now, as Lloyd was, among other things, a very small, very sneaky (as he discovered one night when Lloyd managed to climb up from his shoulder to perch atop his throne with The Emperor never having noticed) young boy, The Emperor shouldn’t be worried. Lloyd was probably just going on another one of his little adventures, and got distracted long enough for him to take notice.

When another hour passed, The Emperor began pacing.

He wasn’t worried… he didn’t think so, at least. Still, there was a squirming kind of discomfort burning in his core, only flourishing with each step he took. It wasn’t worry. It was logical concern. An Emperor should not be worried.

But The Ice Emperor—Julien—was worried.

He was worried as he scoured the halls and ordered guards to spread the word that they were missing someone. He was worried as he called Boreal to scout the snow for warmth. He was worried as he looked outside to find snow falling in thick, white sheets.

Like a squall, he swept through the halls of the palace, frost hissing from between his teeth and ice climbing in the wake of his footsteps. A force of nature, the winds wept as he passed, snapping orders at any poor soul who happened to appear in his way. Vex.

Where was Vex?

Ice tinted black at its edges.

He needed Vex.

The glacier forming in his throat made it hard for his ventilators to work. In the back of his neck, fans whirred on nothing, straining as if caught on a thread. His advisor’s name caught behind his teeth, snagged on sharp, frozen points.

The discomfort grew, burning in frostbitten pain as it pushed outward at his chest. Like something was trapped and couldn’t escape, it clawed at his insides, bleeding blue that rose in frozen spires. That followed him in arching, shimmering pathways that looked only of inky, faceted gemstones.

He needed—he needed his b—he needed Vex. Vex and his warm presence. Vex and his comic love of all things cake. Vex and his nasally ramblings.

He needed Vex.

“Julien?”

The voice was soft. Soft, and kind, though humming with a certain nervousness. A hand. Tiny, warm against his metal faceplate. Pliable. Organic.

“Lloyd.” A breath. Whispering, yet creaking with the weight of ice. Raspy for all of the frost that coated his tongue. “Lloyd.” Repeated. As if by saying it again, the illusion would shatter. An eye creaked open. Blue and flickering dimly in what Julien now realized was a hall in the dungeons. Green filled the bulk of his vision, a vibrant sort that stemmed from the cloak that matched the boy’s eyes. It was just the edge of the cloth, but the light pat of a hand against his faceplate was enough for him to understand.

“Are you okay?” His voice did not waver or shake, far from the robotic warble Julien’s had taken on.

“I am… fine.” His voice creaked. Like an ancient tree. Like glaciers moving.

“You’re cold.”

He couldn’t feel it. There was no cold. Only the ice that he breathed in shards, and the clinging crystals that bound his wrists to the ground. The frozen collar that melded his neck to the wall. The clear barrier that arched over his head like the wings of a nightmare.

“Do you want to… uh… talk about it?”

He couldn’t shake his head against the wall behind him, so thick the ice was that his gears creaked in protest. He settled for a short, curt hum.

“Okay, um… I’m going to talk about Zane, then. I think you’d like him.”

No interest rose in his mind. No protest, either. Like his conscious thought was trapped, there was simply… nothing.

When the boy spoke again, it was a slow, fond sort of tone he took. “He used to get like this too, you know. When he was really upset. He said that listening to something helped him, but he always hides when it happens.”

The boy shifted to sit on Julien’s shoulder, his negligible weight leaning against his neck. “He was kind of always protective like that. He never wanted anyone else to see him hurt, like he thought that if we saw him in pain it would hurt us, too.” A pause. A slow, shaky breath. “He always came off like he was in control, even if he wasn’t. He would pretend, and we would believe him. Sometimes I think he doesn’t realize that we have his back.”

“We?” The word rattled as it left his mouth, shards of ice falling through his metal skeleton.

“My other friends—brothers, really—We live together. Fight together… well, they fight. They train me when they can. We’re part of each other, though. We would never leave anyone behind… Zane has a little trouble with that part.”

“I suppose we are very lucky in that regard.” The ice flecked from his mouth, falling in miniscule snow drifts.

“Do you have someone like that?”

“My advisor.” Something fond rose, warming his breath and softening the ice at his head. “Vex is… special. Excellent. He helps me.”

“Oh.” The boy was disappointed.

“I apologize if he has been… cold to you. He believes you a threat.” Ice cracked as he flexed his hand. “He will come around in time.” Another glance to the carved stones of the dungeon brought him back to himself. “Why were you down here? It is an awful place for a child.”

The (proverbial) gears turning in Lloyd’s head were almost audible. Little hands landed on Julien’s face. “They’re here!” The boy’s voice flashed to a shout. “My—my brothers! They’ve come looking for me—but V—” If The Emperor had the need to blink, he would have missed the boy’s expression fall by the slightest margin—“but they’re in danger.”

[shrimpychipz]

I can’t take it anymore MISTA AND FUGO HCS 😭

@freds-omuthoughts please consider . brainrot with me 😢

(All nonsexual btw) ramble commences under the cut!

just for the record Bruno Giorno and Trish are CGs , Mista Fugo and Abbacchio are Switches and Narancia is a little

imo Mista is comfortable enough to almost always be padded and goes into public and (at times) to work in littlespace

definitely wore diapers all through canon. and post canon. and during purple haze feedback

Fugo is his main CG , but they switch from time to time

After fugo left, from the time he wasn’t there until he returned (start of phf) giorno temporarily took over as Mista’s CG (he mostly did the bare minimum though since he didn’t really get the concept but still wanted to help his friend methinks)

Mista definitely uses his diaper in public a lot

Almost overuses it actually 

Me thinks he’s the kind of person who usually goes to the bathroom a few times a day 

and if he doesn’t he gets super backed up

Fugo is literally changing him thrice (or more) every day 

ALSO he totally throws tantrums you CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

He gets fussy sometimes for no reason and it’s hilarious 

Wait I have some manga panels which in my head is just Mista being fussy in his littlespace 

(alsooo Fugo happens to be there attempting to quell his anger. coincidence? I think not)

Hates being backed up because it happens way too frequently 

y know how some people have a body clock for when they eat, sleep etc?

Mista has a body clock for when he messes or wets

It’s 9 am? time for him to wet 

3 pm? right on time for him to fill up his diap

If he skips a single bathroom break the rest of them are all held up and when he finally notices he needs to go it’s because his tummy is hurting and he’s gassy

Goes to Fugo for tummy rubs when he’s backed up they always work

Super nonchalant about using his diaper in public actually 

The gang at libeccio’s a few hours after having a meal everyone around the table will be hearing Mista pushing out a gassy mess (no one would question it at that point)

Fugo is actually probably more embarrassed about it than Mista himself

He’ll be all blushy whisper screaming like “Mista !!!!!!! are you messing!!!!!! Like!!! right now!!!!!!!!!!” And Mista is just like “haha messy diap go brrrr”

Now onto my boyo fugo 

Definitely not as confident as Mista 

You will NOT catch him padded out in public

Physically cannot wear diapers outside because they would be visible through his pants

doesn’t like wearing diapers and mainly uses pull ups more

rarely ever messes. When he’s in littlespace he’ll wet his pull-ups, but he’ll still go to the bathroom if he needs to mess

Mista is his main CG but post phf if he and Mista were in littlespace Giorno would take care of both of them 

has Mista come over when he’s in littlespace if he needs some care

Will probably only go into littlespace of he’s feeling overwhelmed or if he’s had a particularly hard day 

Mista will always be there to give him cuddles (or space if that’s what he needs) and change him when he’s soggy

May come as a shock but imo when fugo’s in littlespace he rarely throws tantrums 

No screaming no hitting no scathing remarks or anything 

He just needs some quiet to calm down and get him back to normal 

Super vulnerable and just numb and he’ll only trust someone really close to him to see him like this 

Will go non verbal and/or cry sometimes because he gives up on trying to verbalise his feelings 

Other than that he has a super weak bladder 

Totally has a lot of close calls when he’s not padded

Has had a few accidents he completely freaks when he does

Will squirm and blush and pace around when he’s desperate 

Mista picks up on it instantly and teases him for it (not long after he’ll start to worry and frantically look for a bathroom because his CG adrenaline ™️ kicked in)

WHOAH this got super long sorry for the ramble 😓

[oasisofgalaxies]

What if I made the block men experience the horrors (my own creations)

[three-moons-watching]

so i made some pirate dragons

and here they are

Rapscallion (aka Captain Scally aka Scallywag) - Captain of the Gilded Skyline

-uses he/they/xe/vey/wyv/wyvern pronouns as well as any pirate-related neos

-A tribrid sand/mud/seawing - he’s mostly a sorta pale sandy color but has brown along his spine and the edges of his wings and talons. there’s a dusting of brown scales around his face that looks like stubble/a beard. he has a sandwing’s tail barb and the glowy scales of a seawing. the glowy scales glow a pale blue that’s like the sky - there are green scales kinda mushed in with his brown scales, and some pale blue spotted on his sandy scales - his eyes are a dark gray-brown

-he chose his name

-does not have gills, but can hold his breath for a very long time (like 3 hours or so)

-probably bi or gay tbh i dunno

-very high spirited! always seems to be laughing and having a merry time with his crew - he chose all of them himself and loves them like family. he’s got the energy of a favorite uncle

-very skilled fighter. he made his ship with his own two claws, and a good captain always goes down with their ship

rest of the crew under the cut!

Petrichor (aka Petti aka Parrot aka Parrot 2.0) - First Mate

-she/they/fae/he and pirate neos

-a hybrid rain/sea (and possibly leaf)wing - mostly keeps their scales shades of indigo and green but scales change color according to the rainwing color chart and what not - their seawing glow scales can be any color! - eyes are blue and gold

-she’s Rapscallion’s best friend

-Petrichor and Scally learned aquatic together and then had their own made up sorta dialect for aquatic (it’s basically just pirate speak lol)

-also very high-spirited

-Petrichor and Rapscallion have learned how to balance out each other’s nonsense - one of them knows when to be serious and can reign the other in and they work very well together

-Petrichor is very good with their claws, she can sew

-really good with knots

-not so great at fighting but can hold his own

-has gills and can breathe underwater

Scallop - (aka Sea Pup aka...Scallop) - Cabin Boy

-he/him, trying out they and pirate neos (not a big fan of neos but alright with they/them atm)

-sand/mudwing hybrid who looks a lot like Rapscallion but without the green and blue seawing bits - eyes are a dark brown

-a lot of dragons think Scallop and Rapscallion are brothers - Rapscallion says they are, Scallop always denies it

-doesn’t know why or how he’s here. but. he’s here

-not the most approachable dragon on the ship but if you befriend him he will die for you

-probably still a dragonet and the youngest member of the crew

Crow - (aka...Crow) - The Lookout

-he/she

-a night/seawing hybrid - scales are very, very black, there’s no underlying purple or dark blue, just black like a void -his glow scales are a super pale blue that’s almost white - they have gills and can breathe underwater - her eyes are bright yellow

-basically lives up in the crow’s nest to the point where instead of being called “The Crows Nest” it’s referred to as “Crow’s Nest” and she sleeps up there sometimes

-almost completely silent except for when he decides to yell at the other crewmates from the crow’s nest

-she’s the ship’s alarm clock and sings at the top of her lungs to get everyone up

Parrot - (aka Parrot the First aka Parrot 1.0 aka The Cooler Parrot) - Gunner

-he/she/they

-rain/skywing who keeps their scales blinding vibrant parrot colors (mostly red, orange, and yellow but sometimes blue or green) and has huge wings - eyes are bright orange

-probably has an eye patch

-loves blowing stuff up

-has venom that burns longer than a regular rainwing’s would, but no fire

-Parrot and Crow are the second and third mate but they have no idea who is second and who is third and whenever the topic comes up they argue about it for hours (Rapscallion does not help with this at all, mans seems to enjoy watching the chaos unfold ajsdlfkajsfd)

Guppy (aka Gup) - Medic/Cook

-he/him

-mud/seawing hybrid - mostly green and brown (with a splash of blue), has the vibes of a swamp creature - eyes are dark blue and green

-talks in his sleep and always mumbling to himself - doesn’t talk to the crew at any volume louder than a murmur unless he’s shouting back at Crow (cause he’s not about to ignore crow that’d be rude)

-works with Scallop the most, attempting to teach the lad how to cook

-has gills but terrified of the thought of trying to breathe underwater so he mostly just holds his breath when he swims

I may add more (or change stuff) in the future :D i’m havin fun with these guys

[autumnalfallingleaves]

Okay, but headcanon that the reason Hilda can still be a witch’s Familiar despite also having Troll magic (and witch and Troll magic not being compatible) is that the Familiar magic (separate from the previous two types of magic) acts as a sort of go-between or translator for witch and Troll magic. It’s like if you have two magnets that are of the same pole, so you can’t put them together as-is, but Familiar magic is a double-sided magnet with the same pole on each side (that is opposite the other two), so it can join the other two, while also having its own quirks and abilities. The Familiar magic basically makes the witch and Troll magic compatible, so Frida and Hilda can still be witch and Familiar without there being some sort of magical stress on that bond. 

Also, further headcanon that people who can do magic (not everyone can do it- some people have absolutely no magical aptitude) usually have certain predilections for certain kinds of magic, i.e, Kaisa has a natural aptitude for library-focused magic, Abigail from the Committee of Three for void magic (I’m sorta spitballing with this one but it makes a certain amount of sense, considering). Hilda, however, has a natural predilection for Troll and Familiar magic, which explains why all her previous magic attempts- the Tide Mice, most notably- sorta went to shit. Witch magic is not something she is naturally compatible with, at least not until she gets her Familiar magic, so all her attempts at witch magic fall short. Sure, she can do the spells, but they don’t really work the way they’re supposed to. Troll magic, from what I can tell, is more focused on strength and practicality, which makes sense, considering Hilda’s character. Frida’s magic, furthermore, seems to be pretty versatile so far, more suitable for adventuring, so it would make sense that her Familiar has Wilderness-creature magic that works with that. 

[its-kall-the-clown]

just chugged two (2) monsters and inhaled 3 packs of gushers. I'm ready to do some writing!!

[onefey]

my experience with peculiar wonderland so far

[casukaga]

beau and caleb might wake up with another eye; m9 are probably gonna talk to astrid/eadwulf maybe; other stuff regarding lucien and the tomb takers; this might be our last or second to last ep of downtime <<<<<< beauyasha date

[melissa-s23]

“Remember tommy, you’re going after a man for what he’s done. Not what he took from you.” 

QUAKITY MY BELOVED-

[saturno-sol]

We really getting hit with the Grimm fixation today aren’t we?

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Hello yes, could you elaborate on the Comte wedding event pleease. Crying and fangirling and dying are all acceptable. I missed it and I adore your rambles about Comte? Thank you either way.

!!! I’d be delighted to!! And awww, I’m so glad :D I love to write about him in any capacity, it makes me so happy to know people enjoy it when I do! Tysm for the full license to cry/fangirl/die because lbr it ain’t a Comte event if all three of those things don’t happen .Please don’t worry, I don’t mind talking abt it anyway! 💕💕💕

Okay my fellow Comte stans, you know the drill! I’ll be placing the details of the Wedding Story Event (jpn version) below the cut! Please don’t read if you want to wait for the official translation, and I hope you enjoy if you do take a peak! c:

AIGHT Y’ALL in fair Verona where we lay our scene-- This event begins on a lovely summer day with Comte and MC at a boutique picking out a wedding dress for their upcoming ceremony. As usual, she provides a bit of background as to how we got here. Comte doesn’t have a proposal event (as far as I know) like the other suitors because he actually proposes marriage in his MS. I won’t go too far into details just in case, but they essentially swear their love to each other in a church at night--just the two of them. (I’m not 100% sure, but I think this event takes place on the anniversary of the vow that they shared, what Comte called becoming “a vampire’s bride.” Yes it’s as hot as it sounds AND I LOVED IT). Now, despite their private promise to each other, Comte does specify that he fully intends to have a public wedding whenever she feels comfortable doing that. As such, this event is picking up from there.

With all the nitty gritty settled, it’s time to get to the fun bits. So Comte is weaving in and out of the dresses, trying to find the perfect one for his beloved. MC is equal parts exasperated but amused, and she notes that it reminds her so much of when she first debuted in high society (reference to the beginning of Comte’s MS). Back then, when she agreed to debut, he told her that he would immediately send word to his tailor to make the necessary preparations. It’s a kind of nostalgic moment; she remembers how thorough and excited he was (”I’ll be sure to show off your every charm”), and he’s effusing that energy in the boutique too. Eventually he settles on two of them and requests that they both be prepared, and MC sputters. She’s like Comte???? W H Y we only need one dress???? And he insists that, since it’s a special occasion, there’s no harm in it is there? He also goes on to say that it is in line with her culture’s tradition of “dyeing the bride in the husband’s colors.” MC shoots back that the tradition doesn’t entail several wedding dresses for the bride, but he pays the correction no mind. Y’all. I loved this part because it just emphasizes how much of a LIL SHIT he can be. Like he’s 100% harmless but I was like BOI IF U DON’T--I WILL KISS UR CUTE FACE. YOU STOP THAT.

I find it interesting especially because it remains in line with a trend about Comte that is so arresting for me, something that I find so endearing about him. I’ll note other places in the event I find it, but in this moment he is revealing something critical: for all of his capacity to play with the language and expectations that other people have/use, he only ever uses it for good. Here he’s purely being playful (with a stark note of respect and awareness); he has no intention of overwhelming her or undermining her cultural expectations of what a wedding means. Especially because MC, even in her monologue, isn’t truly upset--she honestly seems to find it adorable and funny more than anything. It’s also clear that Comte is working within her comfort zones. While he would buy the entire damn boutique if she let him, he settles on two because he knows it would stress her out otherwise (MC tends to be p pragmatic, not really about extravagance she is a mood).

And so they make their selection and exit the boutique, and they’re walking arm in arm back to the carriage. Comte laments narrowing it down to only two, but he’s happy they found something nice. MC thanks him for bringing her along, but he says it’s only natural--he wanted to pick out the dress the world would see together, he would never be happy with it otherwise. MC melts (WHO WOULDN’T) and says she’s really looking forward to wearing them, and he’s shook AF. 

(OKAY BUT I NEED TO SCREAM ABOUT THIS. DOES HE UNDERSTAND HOW TOUCHED I AM. DOES HE KNOW. His route hammers home this idea that for Comte, being with someone absolutely means being on the same page. It means being there for each other yes--but it also means making sure the other person feels wanted and included. He could have so easily just picked his favorite and been like “yeah this is what we’re going with.” But not only does he not do that, he refuses the very idea of a ceremony without it. He wants this to mean something for both of them, and he’s more than willing to put in the time and effort to ascertain that. I’M FUCKING TENDER OKAY. HE CARES SO MUCH AND I SOB)

He asks her if there’s anything else that she really, really wants for their wedding, and she thinks it through. It’ll be a reasonably sized wedding, with the men of the mansion in attendance and most of their closer high society friends. They’ve picked out a dress, the venue is set, the people closest to her will be there...she really can’t think of anything else? So she asks him if he has anything he really wants to do for the wedding, and he replies in the negative too, saying that “My only ideal wedding can be one in which I can see you at your most happy." ARE YOU KIDDING ME--Before MC can recover from that, he goes on: "Even now, I'm enjoying the preparations, and I want to do whatever I can for you." MC feels like she can never win against his sweet affection, so she nearly kills him with her answering line: "It’s more than enough. More than anything, being able to swear our love together again--to renew our vow--is the best part of it all." Comte is visibly shocked and is quiet for moment (MAN DOWN!!!!!!!!! VAMPIRE DOWN GET THE DEFIBRILATORS!!!!! LEONARDO PUT THAT LIGHTNING ROD AWAY I SWEAR TO GOD--) before he just replies with a “Is that so :>>>” And translating this nearly killed me [At the sight of his gentle smile, I smile back.] IM GOING TO SCREAM THEY ARE JUST SO TENDER IM SOFTE????????????

As they’re walking, Comte asks MC to tell him about weddings in her time. What were they like? He wants a reference point. She goes on to describe how ceremonies really range from formal to more informal affairs, and gets to a little custom that’s apparently held in Japan. When a groom intends to marry a bride, he will go to the bride’s family to ask for their approval. Comte visibly seems concerned about it, and I’m pretty sure he feels bad denying her that experience; not only did he propose to her without knowing any of that, her family isn’t within range to be able to honor it properly now. Even so, he keeps listening and comments now and again with a great deal of interest, paying close attention. He asks, what happens if the groom is rejected by the family? MC goes on to say that it’s a kind of test of perseverance: the groom is expected to ask/prove himself until he gets an answer in the affirmative. Internally, she notes that such a thing rarely ever happens irl--it’s mostly dramatized in movies and TV shows. She used to dream of how thrilling it might be to have someone do that for her, but it was mostly just a silly little fancy, nothing she was obsessed over. Comte, being a literal fucking legend, senses this emotional shift in milliseconds, and starts musing about something. When she tries to ask what’s up, he’s like not to worry leave everything to me.

PLEASE CUE THE CIRCUS MUSIC. BECAUSE THIS IS ABSOLUTELY GOING TO TURN INTO A CLOWN FEST.

So it cuts to them back home and Comte is asking Sebastian to give MC’s hand in marriage. Sebastian is utterly bEWILDERED and is like “I mean I understand I’m probably the closest relative she has right now but also WHAT!? YOU’RE MY BOSS/LORD I’M YOUR BUTLER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD”. Comte 100% is undaunted by this very normal reaction and insists that class/status has no place in matters like this, and Sebastian and MC are desperately trying to stop him from bowing his head/kneeling. MC notes she never expected him to take it to heart, tells him "Comte, you really don't have to go that far, it's a custom not a duty--" (IT’S SO FUCKING FUNNY????? YOU CAN FEEL THEIR MOUNTING CONCERN AND I CAN’T BELIEVE COMTE WAS STRAIGHT UP JUST “i am not above begging” AND THEY’RE LIKE YOU SHOULD BE YOU SHOULD BE ABOVE BEGGING)

The circus only escalates when Leo comes in LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF "damn...bahahahhahahaaaaa now THIS oughtta be good/interesting." MC (and I simultaneously) start yelling at him and he replies "What? Comte's already ready and willing, why stop him?" For whatever reason, this gives Comte an idea (NEVER A GOOD SIGN) and he’s like you know what? That’s actually perfect, get everybody in here I’m gonna ask them for permission too :D

Several things I want to say about this. 1. COMTE LITERALLY DOES NOT EVEN REACT TO LEO’S MOCKING HE JUST “omg ur face was useful for smth for once this gives me an idea” 2. META TIME. First and foremost, I seriously can’t deal. This man knows MC has nothing because of her traveling through time, no friends or family--he’s always so, so aware of what she’s sacrificing to be with him. It is never outside of his thinking. Not only does this decision solidify her presence as a member of their family (I’m just so UGLY SOBBING about the fact that he does not consider them all ANYTHING LESS--THEY ARE HIS CHIRREN AND HE LOVES THEM AND I’M SOFT) this is also such a brilliant, strategic move on his part. Not only is he doing this to fulfill her younger wishes of having someone be so confident in their love for her that they would insist on it in front of her family/loved ones--his doing this also solidifies her presence as his wife within the mansion from here on. There can be no mistake; this is an unquestionable statement as to how her identity has shifted in meaning, a powerful allusion to his possessive streak. (and WE LOVE THAT FOR US HELL YEAH) 

Furthermore, I continue to be fascinated by the way he keeps subverting traditional or expected forms of supplication. While many could see this as a yielding of his pride (and in some ways he undeniably is) this choice to acknowledge her culture’s customs yields much more valuable dividends for him. 1. MC--notorious for never betraying the things she wants, having trouble asking for anything--is have her dreams fulfilled even if they were just silly little fantasies from when she was young. He’s actively making her happy, and he gets to openly gush about how much he loves her (FOR HIM THIS IS THE DEFINITION OF A WIN-WIN YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND--) 2. This is a way for him to make amends and do proper respect to the marriage customs of her place/time, and that’s infinitely important to him. He’s trying to set a precedent; that even if he ever does make a mistake or neglect something (even if accidental) he will do his utmost to make it right, pride and money be DAMNED. 

While it can be argued that he’s just being silly and over-the-top, when you look closely this is 100% a clever, very mindful approach to their future. While it may partially have been executed on an emotional/excited whim, he is also claiming MC as his own in the most clear and respectful way possible. And tbh that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen 

So, after Leo walks in on them everyone else starts filing in one at a time (OKAY YOU CAN’T CONVINCE ME THAT THEY WEREN’T ALL HUDDLED UP TO THE DOOR SQUIRMING TO HEAR WHAT WAS GOING ON AND AT SOME POINT LEO SAID “omfg i gotta see this dumbass bitch on his knees” AND BLEW THEIR COVER/MADE THEM EVEN MORE CURIOUS):

Jeanne: "It's so noisy in here." 

Mozart: "What's going on?"

Comte: "Ah, excellent timing. I want to get permission from everyone."

Vincent: "?????? Did you do something wrong Comte?? What could you possibly need forgiveness for?"

Isaac: "A mistake made/wrongdoing by Comte?...Why am I dreading what it could be..."

Dazai: “Ah yes, yes I see, you are asking for a young lady's hand in marriage” (IM WHEEZING BC EVERYONE ELSE IS SO LOST AND HE'S JUST 100% ON THE BALL KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT'S GOING ON THE NARRATIVE DISSONANCE IM CRYING)

Theo: Young lady??? The hell are you going on about

So things are getting increasingly chaotic and MC is just [jfc this is getting out of hand, Comte they don’t even know what you’re asking them to do]. She tries to explain but falters, and Comte puts an arm around her--signals that he’ll give  them the context. So he tells them "You all know that our wedding day is approaching. As such, I'm asking you all for your approval in taking MC as my bride. No matter what happens, I promise to make her happy forever--for every moment, every second of our time together. Please, forgive my taking her" (WHEN I TELL YOU MY HEAD WAS IN MY HANDS IDK HOW MC DIDN’T DIE ON THE SPOT S I R. SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) MC: [...Comte...My heart melts at his confession, at his earnest plea. It feels like every single iota of our feelings are infused in every word he speaks, teeming with the love shared between us in overwhelming measure.]

For a little while silence falls until Napoleon speaks up, and honestly? It was so sweet ;-; I tear up every single time: “Forgiven. You know how much I dislike formalities anyway. And besides, who could say no to le Comte?” MC notes that everyone murmurs in agreement and a kind of warmth settles in the room. Arthur notes that MC will be a Comtesse very soon and MC just. I’m going to be a WHAT now (”C-c-comtesse??”). And it’s so FUCKING FUNNY YOU CAN FEEL THE RED EYE EDIT MEME ON COMTE WHEN HE GOES “Oh? Is there anything wrong with that? Everybody said yes, after all :>” MC internally accuses them of ganging up on her, but reveals that more than anything she’s a little overwhelmed by the outpouring of love in the best way:

MC: [Overwhelmed with feeling; touched, a little shy, embarrassed, but also full of joy--my eyes burn at the edges with tears] “I'm glad everyone approves c:”

Comte: Agreed :> your country/homeland has a nice custom. A v important step to inviting my loved one into my life as my wife :>>>>

So it then cuts to them in Comte’s room after the circus and MC thanks him for the sweet confession in front of everyone, tells him how happy it made her. He insists that it was only natural he would, and that it isn’t even enough.

Comte: “I am the one...your life, your time as a human being; I'll be taking all of it from you.”

MC: [...Comte? He took my hand with a very serious expression]

Comte: "As I said before, I will make you a vampire someday."

MC: “Don't call it that--a price. I want to live with you too!”

MC notes that while she hasn’t made the leap yet, she knows she’ll be ready for it soon enough. 

Comte: “Thank you. But the last thing I want is to take things from you, I want to do everything I can to make you happy, to make you smile. Whether that means weddings, requests--anything in my power.”

COMTE REALLY SAID "she is entrusting me with her future and that means I have the responsibility of not only ascertaining her happiness, but proving my unwavering devotion to it" AND IM HOLLERING????? LADIES GET YOU A FUCKING MANS. MC finally begins to understand this, and she’s like OMFG is that why you went off so hard this afternoon???? And Comte’s like :>>>> guilty as charged, though I think I'm also just still excited about the wedding too, haha! They hug it out (YESSSSSSS LET ME H O L D) and MC asks him again if there’s anything he wants for the wedding too. Aight y’all I would be irresponsible if I didn’t warn you beforehand, get fucking tissues. I’m still upset abt his answer and I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. He thinks about it for a bit, before kissing her forehead and saying “I suppose, can you pray for my happiness too? That's enough."

AIGHT IMMA GO BACK TO THE EVENT IN A SECOND BUT I GOTTA SAY. BITCH. BITCH ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME????? COMTE THAT ISN’T OPTIONAL THAT’S A GOD DAMN PREREQUISITE?????????????????? OFC WE WISH FOR YOUR HAPPINESS WHAT THE FUCK??????????????? THE A U D A C I T Y. I’VE NEVER BEEN MORE INSULTED IN ALL MY LIFE. OKAY RANT OVER.

MC is surprised but naturally agrees to it, having wanted that for him even without prompting. She continues to think on it, insisting that she wants to do something for him too. An idea sparks but it only says that she made preparations without telling him anything for now, preparing a tangible sign of her love for the wedding.

The premium end begin here. She’s getting dressed for the wedding, and she’s--as usual--in awe of his perfect selection of accessories/jewelry to go with the gown. She’s about to put on her shoes when she notices something odd, and there’s a knock at the door. Comte enters to ask if she’s ready, and they both freeze and stare at each other. They both sheepishly admit to being completely taken with the sight of the other, and they laugh about it together. Comte tries to ask if she’s ready again, and she assures him that she is--just that she found something unexpected in her shoes.

He explains that the coin is an English six pence. Sebastian told him that they are no longer made in her time, and Comte explains he acquired it about three hundred years ago in England when he was living there (he says that he kept it back then because he liked the design on it). He explains that there is a tradition, that the English would put a six pence in a bride’s left shoe in the hopes of wishing her good fortune and prosperity in her oncoming union. MC has her understandable and customary (JESUS I FORGET HOW OLD THIS MAN IS SOMETIMES) and he places a hand over hers that’s holding the coin when she starts staring at it. 

Comte: "Hey, MC....Time goes by, and various things will continue to change. Among them, it is only vampires who survive without dying or changing."

MC: "Comte..."

Comte: "I used to think that made it--made us--empty. But...I don't think that's the case anymore. I'm proud of being able to keep this undying, unchanging love for you."

[He put the coin back in my left shoe, and offered them to me--gentle as though they were made of glass(Cinderella's)]

MC spends this exchange on the verge of tears, but keeps it together for the wedding. It depicts their loved ones all around them as they walk down the aisle, and skips to the end of the ceremony. The priest tells Comte he may now kiss the bride (WHEN I WAS TRANSLATING IT SAID “KISS YOUR BUSINESS” AND WHEN I TELL YOU I WHEEZED), but just as he’s about to lift her veil--she stops him in his tracks. He’s confused, and says her name, but she reassures him that she just wants to offer him a wedding gift before he lifts it. Hidden in her bouquet are two pins that she had made, and she pins them to his jacket. They were made from preserved flowers, encased in metal to render them undying/everlasting. 

MC: [Me too...I want to wish for your happiness...]

MC: “For you, things might feel fleeting--like they just pass you by, are lost before you can grasp them. But even so, my feelings won't change; just like this preserved/undying flower and the life of a vampire--dedicated to [Comte's real name] in everlasting love."

COMTE.EXE HAS CURRENTLY SHUTDOWN. REBOOTING.

MC notes that his eyes get misty and he leans his forehead against hers.

MC: [Comte's real name]? 

Comte: .................I want to hug you as tight as I possibly can, but I'd hate to ruin the flowers/your gift to me

BITCH WHEN I TELL YOU I SOBBED. WHEN I TELL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1. I CANT GET OVER THE FACT THAT HER GIFT IS NOT ONLY CANON BUT ITS LITERALLY ON HIS WEDDING SPRITE, HER LOVE IS A VISIBLE MANIFESTATION ON HIS PERSON ALWAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2. THE FACT THAT SHE ONLY ADMITS TO BEING THE HAPPIEST SHE CAN BE WHEN SHE SEES HIM SO HAPPY TOO. THIS IS SO MUCH. SO M U C H

And so Comte lifts her veil and kisses her gently uwu cover ur eyes chirren, the hall erupts in raucous applause and the crowd starts congratulating them!! Comte then encourages everyone to have fun, and the reception takes on the vibe of a kind of social gathering. MC notes that he seems to prefer this level of interaction, just relaxed and everyone chill, and she turns to tell him that it seems like it’ll be fun! Before she can finish her sentence, he kisses her fiercely before leaning back with a sigh, "It's still not enough, but I'll save the rest for later tonight." BITCH!!?!?!??!??!? HOW THE FUCK CAN ANYONE FOCUS ON A STUPID PARTY WHEN YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT, HELLO???????MC notes: [Everyone from the mansion that saw the kiss made fun of me endlessly, and I hid my face in my bouquet] SAVE HER. Once again, it skips to the end of the reception and they’re now in Comte’s room. (I will blink twice if I think you need tissues BLINKS TWICE) 

Comte: "Yup, perfect." [He places the flower pins I gave him next to THE hourglass in the room, looking pleased HNGNNGNGNNGGNGN MY EYE HOLES ARE SUFFERING

MC: "I'm glad you liked the gift c:" 

Comte: "It is proof of your unchanging love, of course I cherish it :>"

She’s just so happy to see him so delighted with it. He asks how she liked the ceremony, and she gushes about how much she loved it. He hugs her (AWWWWWWWWWWWW) and then he notes that while it was fun to celebrate, all he wants now is time with his wife (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA). He starts kissing her like the world is ending, and she says she needs to get changed--but he doesn’t care, says she’s fine as she is and that he wants her right now.

Aight usually I don’t get into epilogue territory, but honestly, this shit was JUST too good. Now this man made of magic asks MC if she’s wearing her bridal garter (you know, the one that usually comes with the whole bride ensemble in Western tradition). And she’s like ???? Uh, yeah, of course? Why... He says that he saw something interesting at a friend’s wedding reception once upon a time, and explains that the garter is usually removed and thrown to the bachelors (analogous to the bride’s throwing her bouquet, and whoever catches it will be the next to get married). PLEASE NOTE HE IS KISSING HER FOR LIKE 90% OF THIS IT’S AMAZING

MC: "So it's like the bouquet toss?" 

Comte: "Yes. Now then, how did he remove the garter...?”

HE DUCKS DOWN AND SHE’S LIKE COMTE!?!?

Comte: “...Ah yes, the groom removes it with his teeth >:D”

And so this man HAS THE TIME OF HIS LIFE tugging it down slowly under her dress, caressing her legs and loving every part of her. MC’s face is on fire, and she’s torn between being turned on and embarrassed. Eventually he reappears after teasing her MERCILESSLY and admits that he didn’t do it at the reception because he didn’t want anyone else to see her reaction. Blushing, shy, desirous--all of these feelings are his to keep and enjoy. (I!!!!! LOVE!!!!!!!!!! HOW SUBTLY POSSESSIVE HE IS AAAAAAAAAA) MC notes internally that she feels the same way about him, how he only shows this intensely passionate side to her. Comte is uncharacteristically impatient and frenzied that night, and they both go at it.

It skips to midnight where the two are cuddling in the aftermath, just being cute and happy. Comte, the absolute MADLAD is already thinking about how to celebrate next year--and she just giggles at him (he’s a wackadoo but he’s her wackadoo LMFAO MOOD) and he laughs with her. They essentially swear to promise their love over and over in the future, and it just ends on that wholesome note :>>>

Also can I just. The fact that he lived for so long alone, but was always, always paying attention to all of these little things that are done with a person’s loved one ;-; that he would remember his friend doing that at his wedding and be like BROOOOO I WANNA DO THAT IF I EVER GET MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!! I just. It’s so heartbreaking and touching at the same time, I just want to hold him forever ;-; the fact that he doesn’t seem to worry as much about his own happiness, seems absolutely floored that MC would do anything in return. I JUST LOVE HIM WITH EVERYTHING INSIDE OF ME 

THIS IS WHAT PEAK PERFORMANCE LOOKS LIKE

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