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I tried really hard to be a fanfiction blog for multiple years but as much as I enjoy thinking about my favorite characters, my own created characters hold a deeper place in my heart that makes it hard for me to take my mind off of them. I have a paracosm I call Vivus Terra that is very special to me, and I want to share my ideas and concepts and the joy that they brings me. I don't know if I'll ever write to publish, since VT isn't exactly the same to me as my stories.
You will probably still get yap or fandom or music related posts. Especially fandom. I just got tired of theming myself so hard into the ground that I never actually posted anything because I care too much about the rules I set for myself.
Yes, my name is Luca, short for Alucard. Either is fine.
God's monsters is my tag for mutuals/friends. I'm not religious and you guys aren't monsters, I just themed all my tags after hellsing when I revamped my blog and I'm too lazy to change them
Tags: hurt/comfort, mostly comfort, fluff, morning kisses, short and sweet, dottore is bad at feelings, I attempted czech and persian diminutives but could be wrong, self indulgent and potentially ooc, also this is crossposted from ao3, link in title
Summary: Il Dottore wasn't sure how he had earned himself a part in something so human. Waking up next to Pantalone should have filled him with affection, but with it came guilt, and he didn't know how to handle it. Luckily, Pantalone had more experience with feelings than he did.
Living and dying together had technically always been a part of the plan.
Still, centuries ago, if Il Dottore heard that he would someday start his mornings in the embrace of a lover, he would have laughed aloud. Especially if he heard that, of all people, it would be Pantalone. His banker? His business partner? Surely not.
His eyes fell upon Pantalone's black hair to watch the way it splayed across the sheets and glinted in the early golden light. Something like contentment and dread at the same time climbed up his back and curled inside his ribcage as he once again remembered that that was his man. Dottore tightened his arms around Pantalone, fingers clutching at the man's silken lilac-colored nightclothes in an embarrassing moment of weakness. He couldn't even bring himself to look at his beloved like this, so he closed his eyes.
On the whole, he felt rather unworthy of this position, and it was a strange and uncomfortable feeling for Dottore to feel 'unworthy' of anything. He was sure of his work and sure of his intelligence, but when it came to his romantic endeavors, he was absolutely hopeless. He wasn't human enough for any of it to come naturally to him. By all means, he shouldn't have been there, in bed with Pantalone, but he had managed to cling to that much and that alone filled him with a vague but constant guilt.
When Dottore felt fear for the first time, it was a creeping sort of unease that would spike into panic each time he heard Pantalone cough. He was not a sympathetic man, but when his mind would wander too far back in time, he would recall the sight of Pantalone cut open on the operating table and find himself struck once more by just how much he couldn't bear to lose him.
He exhaled shakily in an attempt to regain his composure. A slow breath in filled his lungs with the scent of Pantalone's shampoo; it was enough of a comfort to ease him back into reality, and he opened his eyes. As his senses washed back over him like a flood to a canyon, he realized two things: Pantalone was awake, and Dottore was nearly crushing him.
"Zandik?" Pantalone mumbled. "Zandíček, what's gotten into you?"
Dottore flinched at the affectionate nickname, and further so at that adoring tone. It then occurred to him how tightly he was holding on and he quickly let go, turning over onto his other side. "It's truly nothing," he said unconvincingly. "I was just cold."
"No, come back." Pantalone attempted to focus on Dottore's form but failed. Half-blind, he placed his hand upon the doctor's shoulder and pushed him onto his back. Dottore made an effort to look anywhere except at the man currently making a clumsy effort to climb atop him. Pantalone's hand found Dottore's jaw and forced him to meet his gaze, leaning in close so his eyes could focus on him properly. Before he could say anything, though, the pitiful look on his lover's face silenced him. Pantalone had little to offer Dottore in comforting words or consolation—words could only do so much anyway. He cupped Dottore's face gently, his thumbs resting just below the corners of his eyes. He had been crying.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Dottore asked.
Pantalone's answer came so easily that Dottore was almost envious: "Just watching."
"Uh-huh."
"You know I love you."
"Uh-huh."
Pantalone huffed. "Talk to me, Zandíček," he said.
"I love you too," Dottore relented.
"And I'm glad I'm here. I like that you're here with me," Pantalone continued.
Dottore had to look away again. He should have been used to this by now, but no matter how many times Pantalone said it, he just couldn't wrap his head around it. He knew well that he was a villain and prided himself on being good at it. His entire relationship with Pantalone had begun with a nefarious transaction, all credit to his own moral bankruptcy. What, then, was the reason for this seemingly earnest affection? "Feo-jān," he said, almost reproachfully.
Pantalone was, however, immune to that tone. "Mn? Look at me—there you are." He smiled down at his beloved briefly before connecting their lips in a short, loving kiss. "Zandik," he said carefully, "I'm glad you're here, so stop worrying so much. I don't want you anywhere else."
Marvin designs (in order) by: @xofflow, @tired-robot-2, myself, and @penisexplosionwizard !
But Chaos where are the towelsshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuut upp
Despite reading hitchhiker's a couple years ago, this is the first time I've participated in Towel Day! I had sooooo much fun drawing these, I binge drew em :]]]
And a couple extra Marvy doodles who were rejected for the main piece:
Left to right: TV series!Marv, movie!Marv, and @nightshadowhawk 's Marv
If I haven't drawn YOUR Marvin yet (and you're ok with me drawing fanart) please please please Tag me!! I have an unofficial goal of drawing Every Marvin I can
someone listen to my show concept. 'Death Still Rocks,' a winter guard show to Oh My Goth! by Aurelio Voltaire. The setting is a halloween party, basement gig type vibes. The guard is in halloween costumes/goth getups; half of the guard is already on the floor, the other half enters at the start of the song. Those already at the party are revealed to be actual undead, and the new arrivals are slowly shown to be converted. In my head there is also a set piece in the back right corner like a platform and a massive stereo, and a few people would go over and air guitar on their rifles. That's like alll I have rn but I'm in the process of putting together an actual concept to submit to my coaches
