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Iām sorry I havenāt been active (as an rp blog) these past few months. As I predicted back in September, the Christmas season (and the election results) hit me like a bus and on top of that, Iāve lost way too much weight (Iām 5'5" [163 cm] and I weigh 109 lbs [46 kg]). I havenāt had the energy to do much other than the occasional shit post or whatever.
2016 was a stressful year for all of us, and I think a lot of my stress had come from spreading myself so thin. I cosplay, I go to conventions, I draw, I write, I have a job, I have a cat to take care of, I have myself to take care of, and now I have two rp blogs and an art blog (not gonna plug it. It seems a luttle shameless atm)
So this year, Iām going to resolve to take it easy and focus on my life, this blog, and taking care of myself in general. I will still be active on this blog, although I will be taking it a lot slower that I did at the start to try and pace myself. This way I donāt burn myself out like I did last year.
I will not, however, be cosplaying or attending conventions this year. I have a lot of things I want to do for this blog, and things I still have other things I have to do for this blog (make a promo, write up my rules, etc.). Working on my cosplay has only served to add more to my work pile and overwhelm me to the point of distraction.
I chose to take a break on cosplay and conventions instead of anything else, because even though I enjoy it and Iāve made a ton of new friends because of it, itās not what I feel like I should be working on right now.
Iām sticking with this blog because itās brought me back to something I used to be really passionate and really good at: writing.
I didnāt know how much I missed writing until I started this blog, and now, I donāt want to let it go again. So Iām going to keep writing, and maybe finally Iāll be able to write that novel Iāve been yearning to write since middle school.
So, while I still have a ways to go before Iām up to rping again.
I will be back, and I donāt plan on going anywhere any time soon.
So, this is what's been going on with me. I don't think I'm going to be as active on this blog until I've finished what I want to do with Taffy. And yes. That includes junjou revelation. Sadly. I am really sorry. So, as an apology, I'm just going to tell you who Frank and Stan's Dad is: Iiiiiiiiit's this guy...Yep... Hellsing's Alucard...Rejoice.
I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they werenāt sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.
A nice reference list for those that canāt just think of what word they are looking for. But remember that using āsaidā isnāt a bad thing. āSaidā is universal and versatile and each of these words have their own meaning, so it isnāt always interchangeable.
Compiled, Edited, and Uploaded by: @six-stretched-thin-wings
Warnings!: Fluff and NSFW Content
DISCLAIMER!!!!!: THIS FIC CONTAINS FLUFF!!!!!! IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE FLUFFY SATAIVLIS, PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL AND DO NOT READ!!!!!
I DO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT SATAIVLIS IS A VERY TOXIC SHIP AND THAT THE RELATIONSHIP DEPICTED IN THIS FAN FICTION DEVIATES FROM CANON!!! THATāS WHY IāM CALLING IT CRACK!!!! Well, that and one other reason, but that one is going to stay a mystery. ;)
Additional Notes: I accidentally gave Stan some maturity. Not a lot, but some.
Also Iām still putting this under a read more for people who donāt like this ship even though itās safe for work.
Last Time:
āThis made him panic. All of the memories the two of them shared were rushing through his head, driving his anxiety through the roof.
So he ran.
āMr. Roach?!ā Irene called out after him, leaving everyone to wonder what the hell was going on.ā
So it continuesā¦
Outside, it began to rain. Ivan broke down hard in front of a sign.
His heart was still in pieces as he clung onto the sign, the rain pouring down hard upon him.
That name rang out like a gunshot aimed straight at his heart.
Without thinking,
Without a word, Stan leapt from the stage and chased after Ivan.
He fucked up.
He fucked up so bad.
Stan was numb. He didnāt even notice the rain that pelted him as he ran.
This wasnāt supposed to happen.
It wasnāt supposed to be this way.
They should be back at the banquet, drinking wine and holding hands and celebrating their love!
Like they were supposed to be!
But here they are, out in the pouring rain. Stan standing behind a heartbroken Ivan, helplessly trying to find the right words to say.
āIvanā¦ā He croaks, his voice is broken and raw. āā¦Ivan talk to me.ā
He takes a step closer.
āPlease.ā He pleads helplessly.
āā¦ā
āā¦Whyā¦ā Ivan spoke finally, in tears and shaking.
āWHY DIDNāT YOU TELL ME YOU WERE NICHOLAS DEVILLE!?ā
He screamed at the other, still heartbroken.
āI WAS EXPECTING YOU TO BE SITTING AT THE TABLE NEXT TO ME AS I TOOK THE PHOTOS!!! I WAS EXPECTING SOMEONE ELSE TO WALK OUT ONTO THAT STAGE!!!ā
Oh. Ouch. That stung. Stan takes a step back in recoil, and flinches.
āAND THEN I FIND OUT MY FAVORITE AUTHOR IS MY BEST FRIEND!!! WHOM IāVE KNOWN FOR YEARS!!!! ITāS HEARTBREAKING THAT YOU DIDNāT TELL ME WHEN I SAID IT HELPED ME!ā
āI DONāTā¦ Understandā¦ā He said, his temper dying down. He covered his eyes with his hands, though the lower half of his face was still visible.
This merely confirmed what Stan already knew, and had thrown this whole event together for.
āā¦.Iā¦I fell in love with Nicholas DeVilleā¦. I thought he was a different personā¦ But thisā¦ Itās confusing to meā¦ Assholeā¦ā
He was crying now. It would probably be a good time for someone to comfort him.
Stan was already moving before he could even form a thought. He wrapped his arms around Ivan and held him to his chest as tightly as he could.
āIā¦I thoughtā¦āHe began, burying his face in Ivanās shoulder as he spoke. āā¦I was afraid thatā¦knowing my identity would ruin it for youā¦and Iā¦I couldnāt let that happenā¦I just couldnātā¦I was scared of losing youā¦ā
The tears he fought back at the museum were coming out now. There was no stopping them, the metaphorical floodgates had been opened.
āā¦Just as scared as I am right now.ā
Ivan felt the other hug him, his hands were in the air as they slowly wrapped around Stan.
He continues to river tears from his eyes as Stan held him.
Once he realized what was going on, he immediately just says,
āā¦..Assholeā¦ā
As if it was an affectionate nickname, his cheeks started to blush beneath his tears.
Stan smiles when Ivan returns his embrace.
āYeah, yeah. I know~.ā
He gently places a hand on the otherās head and begins stroking his hair affectionately.
āI love you, too.ā
Being pat on the head always made Ivan feel tiredābut then he sneezed.
āUghā¦.ā
He groaned, maybe being in the rain was catching up to himā that, or someone else was talking about him.
Ivanās sneeze was what made Stan finally realize it was raining.
āWeā¦should get out of the rain, yeah?ā
Ivan sighed and got up.
āIām not really in the mood to go back thereā¦having to go back and face all of those people after running out like thatā¦It makes me anxious just thinking about it.ā He mutters, remembering how a panic attack drove him from the room in the first place.
āWe donāt have to go back there.ā Stan says, helping him up. āTo be honest, I donāt want to either. Letās go back to my place to warm up and dry off.ā
For once, it wasnāt a come on.
Stan was tired, wet, and cold.
He just wanted to go home, take off these wet clothes, take a warm shower, put on a pair of snuggly pjās, and cozy up on the couch with a warm, fuzzy blanket.
Ivan looked up at him and asked, āā¦Can you see if someone can bring my camera home then..?ā
āYeah, Iāll call my editor, and see if heāll bring it over later.ā Evan was a cool guy to work with, all things considered. What with Stan being Stan and all. Stan was sure he wouldnāt be too mad at him for running off like thatā¦
āO-On second thought, Iāll call his assistant, Meredith, instead.ā
He could almost hear the shorter manās voice screaming at him through his phone. Now that he thought about it, he was surprised Evan hadnāt done that yet.
Ivan sighed, and found himself leaning on Stan. Feeling this, Stan makes that stupid, happy, doki-doki face.
Normally, the eccentric author would have loved to just stand there and let Ivan rest against himā¦but they really needed to get out of this downpour before they caught their deaths.
He wraps one arm around Ivanās shoulder, and starts to lead him to the metro.
āCāmon, letās get going. Beckyās gonna kill me if you catch a cold.ā
Ivan didnāt hear Stan over the beating of his heart, but he followed him to the metro, anyway.
Once they were on the train, they sit down together. Ivan leans on Stan, his adorable, sleepy, blushing face still visible.
This man was going to kill him.
He was sure of it.
Well, at least, if Evan didnāt first.
That cute face Ivan was making was just too precious for the other man to bear.
With his brain short-circuiting, all he could do was just squeeze Ivan closer.
They stayed that way the for whole trip.
Soon, they had arrived at Stanās house. Ivan just follows Stan inside his home, looking around absently. While Stan was trying hard not to show how giddy he was for finally getting Ivan to come back to his home. He needed to distract himself before he made an even bigger fool of himself.
āIāll go get us some towels to dry off.ā
Ivan found himself, wet and sitting at Stanās dining room table, looking up at the ceiling.
āWhat am I doingā¦?ā
He asked himself, feeling a strange, warm sensation as he stared at the plaster above him.
āDripping with good looks.ā Stan hands him a towel, grinning like an idiot at his own stupid pun. āBut hey, so am I.ā
He wiggle his eyebrows. The punny dork.
āI went ahead and warmed up the bath. You can go first.ā
Ivan grabbed the towel and headed upstairs to the bathroom. He strips himself of his sopping wet clothes and steps into the bathwater. He rests his head on the back of the tub and looks up a the ceiling. Then he realizes something.
He was alone with Stan.
āā¦..Shitā¦..ā
M e a n w h i l e ā¦ .
Stan was in his bedroom. He had traded his wet suit for a fluffy, violet robe, and had begun toweling off his hair. He had already called Meredith and asked her to bring over Ivanās camera, with many apologies and promises to call Evan later. Haha, no, he was going to put that off for as long as possible.
Then it hit him:
Ivan didnāt have a change of clothing.
His room was filled with a sudden, flurry of movement as Stan ransacked his closet for something that would fit Ivan.
When he finally found something suitable, he headed for the bathroom to swap them out for Ivanās wet suit. Leaving behind a ruined battlefield in the form of his closet.
āOh, Ivvy~!ā He sang, opening the bathroom door without knocking, like a rude person. āI just remembered that---Oooof!ā
He was hit in the face with a shampoo bottle.
āYOU ASSHOLE, IāM NOT EVEN DONE YET!!!ā He yelled at the intruding man, throwing shampoo bottles and whatever else was available at him.
āAwww, whatās the matter, Ivvy? Donāt want company?ā
Stan dodges the toiletries while laughing his fool head off. The spare clothing he had brought was quickly dropped to the floor in self-preservation.
Ah.
It would appear that āthe bitch is back,ā so to speak.
Stan is starting to sound like his usual self again.
āNo! Nonono! Just get the fuck out and let me get dressed you bastard!ā He shouted back, extremely embarrassed.
āEeeeh~! Are you suuuuuure~?ā Stan was grinning. This side of Ivan was also cuteā”!
Ivan gets out of the tub, almost slipping as he charges to Stan to push him out.
āI SAID GET OUT FUCKHOLE!!!ā
Stan laughs and moves to steady him, but ended up being frog-marched out of the room.
Ivan closes the door in Stanās face and locks it tightly.
He leans against the door, panting.
āI hate this, I seriously hate this.ā He thought, blushing.
Stan stood outside the door, still laughing.
He was kicked out of his own bathroom!
In his own home!
āAwww~! Ivvykins~! Youāre no fun!ā
That was a lie. Ivan was very fun.
To tease.
āSHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO AWAY!!!ā He yelled again, though it was slightly muffled by the door.
āAlright~! Alright! Fine! Iām leaving!ā Stan walks away from the bathroom door and heads back to his bedroom to use the master bath.
Once it was quiet, Ivan peeked through the keyhole. Sighing, hopefully he was finally able to come out of the closet.
He dries off and puts on the spare clothes Stan had brought him. As he does so, he suddenly finds himself surrounded by Stanās scent.
Damn, did he smell good.....Wait, what? Did he really just think that?
Shaking his head with a growl, he drains the tub and then leaves the room. He looks around, still no Stan.
He then walks past the linen closet and to the stairs.Ā Ivan soon makes it down stairs, and looks around.
āToo quietā¦Maybe Stan went to bed.ā He walks over to the couch and plops himself down. He is quickly lulled to sleep by the scent of Stanās clothes.
Stan was disappointed. So Ivan didnāt want to play tonight.Ā
Drat.
Well, there goes that.Ā
Actually...He could...
Stan shook his head at the thought, toweling off his head as he got out of the shower.
Nooo!...He couldnāt do that! Not with all of the drama that happened to today. IT was better not to push it.
Maybe later, though....
Stan put his robe back on and went to go find Ivan. They still had to discuss sleeping arrangements, after all. He looked in the bathroom, but all he saw was Ivanās wet suit and the various toiletries that had been thrown at him. So, he decided to check downstairs.Ā
Once he made it down the steps, he took a look around and saw that his darling was nowhere to be found.
Or at least he thought so, until he heard soft, even breathing from the couch. So he crept over to take a peekāand almost dropped dead.
The sight of Ivan asleep on his couch, wearing his clothes, in his house, and with that cute, cute face was just too much for this hopeless perv to handle. He had to place a hand over his mouth to keep from drooling all over the place.
Oooooh~!
This was just too much!
Ivan was just too cute!
He had to force himself to tear his gaze away from the all too lovely sight before he did something heād regret. So, in an attempt to distract himself, he went back upstairs to the linen closet to get a blanket, and draped it over the delectable cutie.
Ivan squirmed slightly once the blanket was on him, but he quickly relaxed with a soft sigh and got comfortable.
Thatās it!
Setting boundaries can wait until morning!
This adorable bastard was getting cuddled!
Right!
Now!
Stan slid under the blanket and lay right on top of Ivan, resting his head on Ivanās chest. He fell asleep to the steady rhythm of his loveās heart beat.
Authorās notes: Okay, so I decided to re-write this a little to make it a little fluffy instead of just cutting things off when things start to get sexy.Ā
Iām getting bored and lonely, so Iām going to start taking asks about me, the mun, on Mondays.
You can ask me questions in or out of character. I think thatād be pretty fun.
Taffy and Stan are still gonna chill out inside the hiatus box, though.
Iām done writng Junjou Revelation Part 4a, I just need to finish typing it out. Unfortunately, I havenāt had the motivation to do so because of this sudden downswing in my mood.
Donāt worry too much about that, though! Iām back on my anti-depressants and I should start feeling better once itās built up in my system.
I HAVE however, finished Part 4a.2! Itās typed up and ready to go!
I was going to wait until Part 4a was done and post them both at the same time, but Iāve decided that Iāll post 4a.2 now to tide you guys over until I finish 4a.
//bringing this back because this is my guilty love. If somebody draws this design I will sell my life to you haha Going to draw more of this design myself later .w.
Since Iāve been taking so long with Part 4, Iāve decided that Iāll reward your guysā patience with twoāthatās right, twoāalternate endings!
Originally, I was just going to write one, but there were just two scenes that stuck in my head, and they were both too good to choose between them.
So y'all are gonna get three times the smut for the price of one! >:3c
Hereās a directory: (to be edited when all are posted)
Part 4a: The ācanonā ending written by myself and @magicalmogekomuses. Itāll be sappy, silly, and vanilla for the most part.
Part 4b: The first alternate ending, penned soley by yours truly. Itās gonna be cute, clumsy, and fantasy fulfilling. (for me and Stan)
Part 4c: The second alternate ending. Also written solely by me. Shit. Gets. K i n k y. Think of it as an āIf Roachā fic. ;3c
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Of course, this means the update may take a little bit longer, but trust me, itāll be worth it.
Nah, itās cool. In fact, it kinda helped me out a bit.
I can upload most of what Iāve already got typed out here on tumblr so that those under 18 can at least read the important plot points, and then find a way cut it off so that it will seamlessly fit in with part 5. Which wonāt be too hard! Tbh, I alread have a place in mind.
And here I thought, me making an AU for a fandom that include 40+ different chaacters background (in which 5 character only already took 15+ pages) was already big. Damn, thats GO HARDCORE OR GO HOME (pun intended)
Haha, yeah. I mean, there were several places I could have ended it on, and I could have just copied the exact script Bella and I role played....But no.I just had to massively overhaul the whole damn thing!Our script is pretty bare bones, or at least it is compared what I've written......You'll see what I mean. There's definitely going to be a difference between what I already have typed out and these last 28 1/2 pages.
Chapter 4a is finished! Yeah, you heard right! Twenty-eight and a half pages! And that doesn't even include what I've already typed up! Nah, bro! That's twenty-eight pages of smut and build up right there! Twenty-eight pages and y'all are gettin' two more endings! Alright. Anyway. So y'all can be expecting part 4a real soon. Just not tonight. I still gotta type it all up and make it look pretty. So, see you 'til then!
So hows part4 goin on? You doing okay with the licorivlis boom?
Part 4's going great! I still have a lot left to go, and I need to write endings b and c, but all in all, things are going smoothly! As for the licoivlis updates... I'm not upset by it, though there certainly is reason to be. I'm concerned Ivlis might feel betrayed, but I'm a little bit more curious than anything. DSP is very good at using color themes to help set their stories' mood.So, I feel like the whole "Like Father, Like Son" thing has less to do with Licorice's Oedipus complex mirroring Ivlis's daddy kink, and more to do with whatever the hell took over Satanick in the Distorted Love Bad Ending. It's been mentioned that purple is a rare color for DSP to use, but it's been painted all over these recent updates. Before all of this, the only purple we saw was that picture of Satanick after being attacked by Gokuen and...Licorice's cape...Thinking on it now, that foreshadowing was so damn obvious. I'm surprised Satanick didn't notice it, himself. Satanick's blood turns purple when he's in love...the inside of Licorice's cape is purple...Licorice is a child he made with Ivlis...How the fuck did he miss that? He, of all people, would know what that meant.That's not all, I remember someone thinking that the cloak Satanick wore in Distorted love was Licorice's cape, and I feel like that might have been intentional.That might mean that Licorice has the same problem Satanick has, and that whatever was going on with Satanick in Distorted love...is what's happening to Licorice right now.But idk. It's just a thought.
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