#vyn <3

[zero-braincells-left]

still tot

dude the fucking lingering warmth card is going to drive me insane

the image is unrelated to where I am now (I’m pretty sure I’m about to experience the moment that the card shows?) but this was in my camera roll so

[vynaura]

[surely-galena]

//summer splash event spoilers

*applauding* They’re at it again!! Marius and Vyn sniping at each other is a true staple in these events, they’re so petty and it’s great

But of course it’s MC who has the final say. Gotta love that for her!

[hitorinorin]

tw: might be ooc idk, implied idol!reader, deeply in love rin (He's finally back so the rin drought is finally over ♡)

What exactly does love mean to Rin?

Is love the feeling that washes over him whenever he sees you sing and dance on stage? Is love the anger that overtakes his whole being when he sees your boundaries getting disrespected by your so-called “fans”? Is love the jealousy he feels when he sees you interacting with another man?

One might think that love is solely a feeling or emotion often associated with romantic relationships, but no. This perspective often overlooks the reality that love is not exactly the butterflies you feel during intimate interactions— love is not just about the thrill of romantic gestures. Love goes beyond fleeting emotions and passionate moments— love is free. 

Love is when you both go out to buy ice cream in the middle of the night and get mauled by random paparazzi asking if you are dating. Love is when he held you as you cried because your career was on the bridge of failing. Love is when you exchange affirmations saying that both of you will get through this together.

Love is when you both risk losing your careers just to be with each other.

To Rin, his football career may be important but you are not worth losing. Even if the world decides to turn against him for having a significant other, even if his manager berates him for not being more careful— he will never regret taking that risk.

Love is a concept with a thousand definitions, but for Rin, it solidifies in the unwavering commitment to stand by each other despite the relentless backlash. To him, love encompasses everything worth fighting for. In its truest form, love is unequivocally, undeniably, you.

© hitorinorin | do not plagiarize!

[cottageatlas]

me when one of the characters of the ship is a little ruthless/a little obsessed

[dovahkiining]

vyncent is bad at minecraft. he's enamored by it, but horrid. dakota makes him download RLcraft to make fun of him but he's stupid good at it. dakota is so scared. vyn feels at peace for once in his life

[yumemiruuuu]

[Vyn Gets Taken To Police Custody]

Marius: (pacing around the NXX headquarter) I just hope he’s found somebody who can protect him and take care of him

Luke: What, are you hoping he’s somebody’s bitch??

Marius: No! Like a mentor!

Luke: (scoffing) Vyn would never even be picked as a bitch

Rosa: Vyn is very attractive, he can be a bitch—

Luke: A sissy perhaps, but a bitch???

Artem: I agree with Rosa. Vyn can be a “bitch”.

Luke: VYN. CAN. NOT. BE. A. BITCH.

Rosa: (Perplexed) Oh my god, what’s a sissy?

Luke: Don’t you know the saying? (Sarcastic) A chubby green girl-

Marius: STOP IT.

Artem:

Luke:

Rosa:

Marius: (exasperated) Vyn is my bitch.

[wenjunting]

nxx role-swap au:

luke as a psychologist (vyn). is still also a secret agent, but went into the patented Secret Agent Psychology Track to, idk. unnerve people. analyse them to further the nsb's goals. believes that his understanding of people is most useful to those around him, as compared to other skillsets— it helps him predict things, pre-empt any harm to those he loves instead of trying and failing to fight it off. seems to know everything about everyone, except how to deal with his own illness and his own history. is unnerving. is too kind, in the eyes of those he interacts with. but always too kind and never not kind enough.

artem as a private investigator (luke). in this au he doesn't hold the same regard for law as an effective form of justice; ergo, he makes his own justice. still has a near-encyclopaedic knowledge of the law because he was raised into it. is scared that he is betraying his parents' ideals. still struggles with whether his choices are right, and whether he can trust himself, but finds it better than systems that can easily be manipulated. [based off his 2nd birthday card, i think? will check ref] has seen terrible things happen and go unpunished in his forays into the darker parts of the world; distrusts law even more because of this. thinks he Always Has To Be Right otherwise the consequences will be devastating. doesn't really talk to anyone because of the solitary nature of his job, and hence suffers even more awkwardness & isn't quite good with teams, though he does sincerely try. is incredibly observant and always ready to help with anything he perceives needs it. instead of an antique shop his other job is film reviewing. his investigation business is also called mockingbird.

vyn as an artist (marius). in opposition to using psychology to understand the world, he uses art. motivated by a long-standing love for the beautiful. perfectionistic in terms of never being satisfied with his art; control freak in terms of seeing his art as the only thing he can control. to that end, is also a master of random tricks like his introductory card tower; sees these as a demonstration of being in control. wants someone to see the world the same way he does: the potential for something beautiful. the potential to create something beautiful, all by yourself. still good at reading/judging/manipulating people, but mostly to that end of understanding. still has two doctorates for some inexplicable reason. also, heir running away to become an artist trope.

marius as a lawyer (artem). in direct opposition to the artem of this au, he sees law as one of the best ways to make things right. partially motivated by spite: he was given law as a challenge by the members of pax group who believed he would never make it in anything serious. proved them incredibly wrong. as a super-prodigy-law student, he didn't have much time to spend with his father and brother when he was younger; heavily regrets this, but also thinks that he cannot let that lost time go to waste, i.e. he might as well— must— make the most of his studies of law. still loves art. sacrifices it in order to keep at his job, following in his brother's legacy of doing something, anything, good.

codenames: artem keeps libra, because he's still pursing justice. marius keeps king because he's still heir of pax; it shows power, including his strength in law. luke takes adjudicator instead, because he prides himself on judging people and their intentions, on preventing the crime before it ever happens.

vyn takes 涂鸦, luke's cn codename, which does not actually mean raven; it means grafitti. fitting for an artist and also his sense of humour regarding his art. unless i read the cn codename wrong in which case i apologise :[

on non-mc relationships:

original nxx!! oh boy this is interesting. like, it would make much less sense for it to be vyn with giann/neil because he's "just" an artist, even if he was still friends with giann. luke is definitely out because of nsb things; artem is out because without the law connection to neil, he wouldn't know anyone there. so marius, maybe, as giann's brother with a useful occupation? or artem through a family friend sort of connection to neil, with the necessary skillset?

right now my thinking is giann/neil/marius -> marius/vyn (out of concern for giann, and mentor connection to marius) -> marius/vyn/artem (through neil, and maybe prior contact with either of them? entering later because of a lesser degree of connection to neil) -> current nxx. that leaves artem as a pseudo-outsider, joining the pair who already know each other. but also lessens the gap between them because he wasn't as close to neil to begin with, so he wouldn't defend neil against them to such an extent either. much to consider.

the vyn-marius teacher-student relationship would stay around the same, the only difference being that marius would constantly go "why do you know this aren't you an artist" and vyn would smile enigmatically. also would bond over art but would never ever admit it.

artem-marius: this has no canon basis, i think, but au!marius would definitely seek out artem to help in a case at some point. he would go "hey heard you do investigations i will pay you a million dollars to help me out here" and law background artem would immediately go "Ok." they would bond over law maybe. wow marius has so many friends.

luke is lonely whoops.

on mc relationships:

luke still has the childhood best friend and unexpected reunion deal. added bonus of mc being the only person who doesn't find him unnerving. he does not understand how she still believes so much in good; he is trying to understand her, still.

artem takes on vyn's role in that marius sends her to him, to judge whether she wants the right thing; they end up working together on a case that she brings up during that meeting. he is terrified that the law that she loves so much will fail her. she wants to show him that justice can be delivered through law; that he can trust.

vyn is accused of murdering someone and requests her defence, partially because of how marius and artem have described her, partially because he would rather rot in hell than get marius to defend him. he sees her as a beautiful thing. she wants to show him that this whole world is beautiful; that it could be.

marius is her work partner. basically artem except that she finds him infuriating. the pursuit of justice, of making a difference, together. she drives him to rest; to explore all the things he missed as a prodigy.

[worms-i-think]

MIIVERSE POSTS.

listen ive had these in the drafts for months

[zero-braincells-left]

still tot shit

there are 2 braincells bouncing around my head any they’re both thinking of this game so here are my thoughts on stuff

btw, I’m on ep. 4 of the main story. stuck on 4-14. help.

ok now the main characters

marius: idk, I don’t have a lot to say regarding him. stereotypical rich boy with more personality that meets the eye. but his romantic story thing is pretty good so far ig

artem: nothing to say. don’t know him much, don’t care for him much

luke: I’m a sucker for the childhood friends to lovers trope, lemme tell you that. he’s so nice and caring and in the romantic timeline thing him and the player fight a lil and it’s just like,,, a real relationship- also just Luke <3

VYN

i love him <3

he is pretty jealous but yknow what I don’t minddd

also the way he talks?? his vocabulary ig is so different from everyone else and I kinda love it???

also also I’ve always been really interested in psychology and wanna study it once I get a bit older.. it’s just really interesting and

anyways did I mention that I love vyn??

[vynaura]

early mornings <3

[surely-galena]

“Vyn looks the same as always” HAHA

Also I’m thoroughly enjoying the idea of Artem being almost cut out of the picture but still just visible

And then you have Luke and Marius who are apparently naturally photogenic 😌

[laciefuyu]

marius definitely has the time of his life teasing our older duo with the notes they get (www rosa was also about to tease artem with "surprise attack snatching the notes, brats all of them (affectionate))

VYN AND ARTEM HELPLESS SMILE JUST MAKE ME WHEEZE. Then the follow-up response from vyn, like okay bestie you're also little shit (fond) and Artem just let it slide and read the note about Rosa instead ajsks.

Also love how luke and artem got the customer's crushes LMAO deserves 🫶 then also the first one think of foods and drinks for the hangout after LOL

NXX5 YOU ARE SO IMPORTANT TO ME 🥺🥺

They have Seaside holidays your honor, they're going for the iced drinks that luke wants to try, salmon meals that artem heard is good, playing at the beach like marius wants and have afternoon tea on the beach together.

I love you my NXX (yes even in Main Story, I love the pain you see)

[artemstellation]

✦ fever (my heart yearns for you) | vyn richter

vyn richter has impeccable self control.

at least that's what he tells himself.

in reality, he doesn't have any ― at least not when it comes to the human next door, who he's been keeping watch over like the past few weeks like a school girl with a crush.

as much as it would pain him to admit it (he was someone who believed in rationality and logic, and feelings like love and crushes were not part of his not-that-he-would-admit-is-flawed logic), he was head over heels, and had fallen in love at the first sight.

which lead him to where he was now, watching over you as feed the neighborhood strays, as they run and curl up next to you for pats and roll around in weird ways that make you laugh.

he feels his heart skip a few beats, and it makes him worried that he's falling too hard (you already have, his mind whispers at him, but he pointedly chooses to ignore it).

he continues to keep watch, until you reach home with little to no issues (he did it seeing as how it was late at night, and that meant more activity from mischievous supernaturals), and he's just about to go away, content with having made sure that you were safe and sound, when you turn around and look at him straight in the eye (even as he hides and blends in the night in his black cat form).

“well, i need to thank you for keeping watch over me for a while now, but if you wanted my attention, you could always come talk to me in your human form, neighbour.”

the first time he hears you speak to him directly has him falling harder into the abyss of love and adoration, but your words only click with him when you're long gone ― and he finds himself grinning, hard.

maybe there isn't going to be a lot of explaining about why he can turn both into a cat and a human as he initially thought there was going to be.

he'll take you up on that offer, he decides, as he shows up the next day in his human form ― and turned quite the few heads, leaving him more than confident enough in facing you.

as he stands outside your door, he falters in his steps ― how would he let you know that this was his human form? should he meow at you? should he shift in front of you? what was he supposed to do?

as he's lost in his thoughts, he hears the sound of your door creaking open too late, and before he can say anything, you give him the most smug smirk he's ever seen on a person (that is, other than marius, the sneaky little devil).

“i see you've decided to take up my offer, dear neighbour.”

he's taken aback, but doesn't show it, as years of blending in amongst humans has made his acting and resting face almost impeccably perfect ― one that seems extremely hard to decipher, unless he lets you do so, to pry into what makes him, him.

he responds with an equally smug tone, although it's hidden amongst his calm demeanor and you don't quite notice it anyway, because his twinkling amber eyes have you distracted.

“your offer was quite the tempting one, you see, and how could i refuse any opportunity to know my latest acquaintance some more?”

“seems that you know quite enough from your time shifting,” you quip back, teasingly raising your eyebrow at him, and he knows that it was a good choice to accept your proposal.

“then can i take it as that you know what i am, too?”

“i do, i suppose.”

“oh, and what could i be, human?”

“a vampire.”

he blinks in visible astonishment at you, surprised that you got it right at the first try. was he really that obvious? maybe he wasn't as good at acting like a human as he thought he was.

“oh, i got it right? i was just random guessing, but who knows it'd turn out to be true.”

he hears you mumble the second part of your sentence under your breath, and chuckles softly. you seem to have realised that he's heard you, as a soft colour flushes through your skin.

“it appears quite so that you would make a truly excellent companion at a quiz.”

he watches you blush harder at his teasing. a part of him wants to continue to tease, to continue to fluster you further, but he holds back, both to rein in himself and to spare you what could be further embarrassment.

the day passes far too quick, and he learns far too little about you ― at least, according to his liking.

you were a teacher at the very same place where marius's contractor (and significant other, his mind supplies) studies ― and you were the very same, extremely interesting human, that marius told the rest of the nxx about ― your curiosity in the supernatural had piqued his interest, and he was very happy that it was you who had him running around so illogically (at least, according to him).

as you part ways with him, he feels a need to reach out, and to ask you to spend some more time with him, to tell him more about yourself ― but he stops.

he only gives you an enigmatic smile as he moves on, although his eyes that seem to burn like liquid gold, hold silent promises of a next time, and the next time after.

he feels greedy for the first time in a long, long while.

it seemed that his self-restraint always flew out of the window whenever it came to you, and only you. He wanted more, and more, and more than he thought could ever have, and frankly, it appeared that he would soon be more and more avaricious when it was about you.

he'd have to do something about that, given that he's supposed to be a part of the undead.

but look at him, nearly the avatar of greed.

vyn richter does not get jealous.

or so he tries to convince himself.

as he watches you interact with that other teacher, who oh-so-clearly has a crush on you, very much visible from her constant teasing and flirting that's directed towards you.

(oh, and he's a teacher alongside you. he showed up one day as part of the new faculty, nearly giving you a heart attack ― but he's a great teacher, and you're pretty sure at least half the student population has a crush on him.)

he watches you flush and laugh at whatever she says, and a twisted feeling makes itself home in his chest ― he feels it wrap around his very being, twisting and constricting him as his chest tightens.

jealousy, his mind says. you're burning in jealousy, because you can't do what she can do, because you don't have the courage to act on your feelings like she can.

no, he whispers right back. i'm not jealous. they're just talking with each other.

the voice in his head only tuts at him, before retreating to the depths of his consciousness.

before he can move forward and do something about his unprecedented feelings (or so he thinks) ― he hears a few students call out to him, and they take up his attention for the remainder of time, even as he tries to keep an eye on you amongst the crowd.

when he's finally done, and the students move away with warm smiles of 'thank you, professor richter!' or 'i'll make sure to come by if i need help with something else, professor!', you're gone and out of sight.

he glances around, before sighing to himself.

“what's the big sigh for, professor richter?”

and lo and behold, just as he was thinking about making his way around campus to find you, it turns out that you found him first.

you stand right behind him, lips curled up in that charming grin that always has him falling over and over again (he'd never admit it, again), leaning on the doorframe of the entrance to his classroom as your eyes stealthily follow every movement of his.

“nothing to worry about. it's just that the kids are really energetic, but their enthusiasm is welcomed, although it does drain me out.”

you nod in understanding at his answer, before gesturing at him to follow you.

he tilts his head, confused at your actions, but then he notices your captivating hues light up, with what he assumes to be, mischief.

“students bunk classes all the time, so would it really hurt a little if a professor or two did it too?”

he stares at you for a moment, trying to process what he just heard, and really, it makes you want to die of embarrassment. then, he laughs.

he laughs, so hard that there's tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

“sure, i would love to accompany you, but really, you can't say that considering the fact that the working day is already over, can you?”

he watches you flush again. huffing, you turn away from him.

“just shut up and let me treat you to a good meal, you damn vampire. i'll spray salt all around my house if you keep this up, you know.”

he laughs once again, but refrains from teasing you further.

“all right, lead the way, then.”

really, really, you've got him wrapped around your finger, and well, he doesn't mind.

after all, you make him feel things that he thought he'd never feel again.

vyn richter has an epiphany.

maybe he should stop trying to lie to himself.

vyn richter has almost always found himself on the receiving end of peoples' affection over the years that he's lived, be it for his good looks or for his wealth. there's never really a dearth of people looking for an opportunity to have a piece of him, but he's learnt to ignore them all.

because after all, humans are the most selfish creatures of all. but, it is in this ability to feel emotions that gives them a beauty like no other, and sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes that he could be human again.

to feel his heart beat again, to feel the now frozen blood in his veins thrum with the echoes of life once again, to have his emotions crumble his very being, to feel his very own warmth, but alas, he's unable to have it.

that is, until, he met you.

you, whose warmth just radiates off of your being like the sun, and you, whose ability to get along with supernaturals like it was second nature, and you were, but one of them.

marius's mentioning of your curiosity in and about the unknown and the unseen had piqued his own into you, and truly, he can never forget the first time that he saw you.

because for the first time in a long, long while, he felt his heart thrum in rapid beats, leaving him breathless, and the liquid life in his veins burst alive like an explosion, and he knew ― he knew at that moment, that no one else but you, would be the one for him.

no one but you, who he could fall in love with, and devote his entire being to. the time he's spent with you, as he watches you smile at him in that bright, blinding way you do, and the way your affection burns through him and brings him back to an era long gone, only convincing him further.

and so, vyn richter decides.

that, maybe, he'll let himself fall and indulge himself this once.

because, there is no greater beauty, than the beauty that is love with true, deep affection.

vyn richter wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

this time, he agrees wholeheartedly.

it's a late evening, closer to dusk, when you call him out for one of your regular excursions that have now become second routine to him.

as he walks his way to the location that you'd sent him, he takes the quiet and solitude to look back at how far he's come.

it's been a long, long time since he's turned, and since he's found people he can keep close to him, but it doesn't really matter to him. not anymore, now that you're here to brighten his cloudy days.

the closer he gets to you, the more he feels it ― warmth blooming through his chest, crawling up and into his blood, setting him aflame from the inside, in a way that just screams that he's alive.

he sees you wave at him as he comes into your line of sight, and he hardens his resolve.

to tell you of the way he feels, and of his wish to spend his time with you.

you give him a small smile when he finally, finally reaches you, and he reciprocates with one of his own.

but, then he notices. it's not one of your usual happy smiles, and he finds himself frowning at the thought of something bothering you enough to take away your brilliant self.

and of course, you notice the smallest of changes in his expressions, as you always do with the tiniest of things about him (and he feels himself fall deeper, deeper into this abyss everytime you do, and he never wants to come out of it), and sigh deeply.

“i'm sorry for calling you out on such short notice, but thank you for coming ―”

he feels the nervousness roll off you, instead of the usual happiness with that twinge of mischief, and he feels some things that he hasn't felt in a long time crawl up his being.

fear and anxiety.

but he shakes it off, in favour of listening to you, and not the what ifs? his mind keeps conjuring about the worst of scenarios that could possibly happen.

“i've got something to tell you.”

he nearly feels his heart stop in his chest (and he forgets for a moment that it was nigh impossible for it to happen, since it stopped beating a long, long time ago), but keeps his composure.

“vyn richter, i ―”

he holds his breath, ready for to hear anything and bear the consequences of it, but a part of him wants to oppose it, and he shuts it down.

“i'm in love with you.”

he blinks. once, twice. as of he's unable to believe what he's heard, because he really can't and it all seems like a cruel joke that his mind's made up ―

“what did you just say?”

he hears you sigh, and you begin to speak again.

“i'm in love with you, vyn. have been since the day i first saw you.”

so he really did hear it right. and then, he feels relief washing over him, and he can't help but want to hear it again and again and again.

“once more.”

“what?”

“say it once more.”

“what? that i'm in love with you?”

“yes,” he says, breathless.

“fine,” you drawl out, embarrassed for a reason unknown to you.

“vyn richter, i am so, so in love with you, to the point that i want to spend the rest of my time with you, and i want to be your happiest memory.”

he smiles, and it's not that charming, enigmatic smile he gives everybody else ― this one's genuine, and you know from the way his eyes crinkle a little.

“i love you too.”

then, you smile too, and soon enough, the two of you are laughing for a reason that neither of you know, but really, he swears, he's never been this happy.

as he calms down, he finally, finally, finds his courage to ask you, but you beat him to it once again.

“can i kiss you?”

and all he can do is nod, because he doesn't trust himself at the moment, not to say something that'll ruin this precious little moment.

kissing you is an explosion of emotion, and all he wants is to feel it again, all over again, like it was the first time, and soon enough, one of his hands is threading through your hair, and the other pulling you close, closer than he thought would be possible.

he never wants to let go of you, but he reluctantly does so, because you are human, and humans need to breathe.

you smile at him, the one he loves so, so much and he can't help but want to kiss you again.

so, he does, and joy bursts through every fibre of his being when you respond with equal fervour and enthusiasm. it's only when he feels you tapping at his shoulder, that he pulls away.

“now that we've established how we feel about each other, there's something else i need to tell you about.”

he listens with rapt attention, not wanting to miss anything.

“make a blood bond with me.”

and for the second time that evening, vyn richter is left stupefied, because the person he loves now (and the fact that he just found out a few minutes ago) wants to have the vampire equivalent of a demon contract (and the human equivalent of an engagement) now?

“are you sure?”

he's happy, he really is, but he wants to make sure that this is what you really, really want.

“i am.”

he searches your face and body language for any sign of hesitation, but when he doesn't find any, he finally agrees.

he kisses you once again, and slowly moves his way towards your neck. his touch his feather-light, and he handles you like you are someone made of glass, someone that will shatter at just the wrong touch.

when he finally, finally sinks his fangs into you, and the taste of you tumbles into his mouth, he feels a closer, deeper, bond forge itself between him and you, and he can't find it in himself to complain.

not when he finds himself getting addicted to the feeling of you, the taste of you and you in your entire being.

he pulls away slowly, so as to not hurt you, and a small marking manifests onto your skin, at the very place he bit you.

he finds himself strangely proud, and you look the happiest he's seen you.

“please, do know that i'm never letting you go now.”

you laugh, and it's music to his ears.

“would never dream of it, and it's more like you're stuck with me.”

yeah, he really wouldn't mind that, not one bit, and vyn knows that he's made the right decision.

you were, are and will always be the one for him.

“so, when are we holding our wedding?”

“oh, shut up and kiss me first, and then take me out on a date, we'll think about it afterwards, human.”

“your wish is my command, but we're definitely inviting my students to the wedding.”

he ends up kissing you to shut you up himself.

yeah, he definitely wouldn't mind spending his eternity with you.

vyn has come a long way. from being someone who has had nothing, to someone who has everything, and the reason for it all, is you. you and your brilliantly wonderful self, you're the one who his heart yearns for.

and he would never, ever, have it any other way.

✦ notes; holy that is long ― but i hope you enjoy it! i certainly did writing it, and i hope you will too, reading it! now to write that android artem fic ―

take care of yourself and remember to take breaks <3

― rine

© 2022 rine @artemstellation. do not plagarize or repost without due permission.

[mug-fullof-roses]

NXX boys in sweaters <3

[dustedprince]

Card edits with my ToT sona!! >w<