Happy Holidays Everyone! I hope everyone has has a nice time whether you celebrate the holidays or not! It’s been a sucky year but I hope there’s been some positive during this time. Love you all and I hope all is well
Happy Holidays / New Year Everyone! I hope everyone has/had a lovely time whether you celebrate the holidays or not. I also hope you are all doing okay
2021 is finally over I hope this year will be a better year for everyone! Whether it’s working towards a new years resolution or something else, I hope it goes well!
Aight y’all there is a new event in two days, and because I’m losing my mind as it features all three of my golden boys in one, I’m definitely going to be yelling about it soon. But I’m not only screaming about that aspect right now.
The rest is under a cut as usual so I don’t spoil content for anyone:
Naturally because the clap of my ass demands it I made a beeline to Comte’s event story. The preview goes into the fact that it is their one year anniversary, and on the day of that anniversary there’s a big party/ball where all the pureblood vampires gather. Because it’s a special event, it appears Comte can’t simply ignore it–so MC offers to go with him.
Here is where I started screaming out loud:
Because Comte says “Normally humans aren’t allowed to attend such gatherings, but you’re my wife so :D” Now, while that is very sweet, notice. Humans. Not Allowed.
My brain was like: lmaoooo watch they gonna be haters, I just know it
AND LO AND BEHOLD. WHEN COMTE INTRODUCES HER?
“This is my wife, MC.”
“….You’re not a vampire.”
SCREAAAAAAAM I FUCKING K N E W IT. I JUST KNEW THESE FUCKERS WERE LIKE THIS
REEEEEEEE Ik it was a long time ago but life has been a [redacted], so I figured better late than never HAHA
So without further ado, anybody who’s curious feel free to click for more–I’ll put it under a cut for spoilers as per usual~
So in this story it’s the usual, a few days before his birthday, and they’re discussing a bump in the road. Essentially, it appears a friend of Comte’s is going to be celebrating a wedding, and as such he’s going into the suburbs/affluent part of the region to be able to attend. It’s only a few hours away from the mansion, but he will be gone for a few days with the arrangements made for his stay.
While this wouldn’t typically be an issue, MC has some things to take care of and opts out of attending with him (preparing for his bday probably LMAO) and Comte is immediately big sad. My favorite dramatic fool is already pouting, though he fully accepts and respects her decision. Besides which, he fully intends to be back in time to celebrate his birthday as well. He notes that he’s always admired how driven and independent she is, and has no intention of getting in the way of that. He’s just going to miss her, is all.
He says as much, figuring there’s no point in hiding it: “I really wanted to bring you with me to attend…but I suppose it simply can’t be helped” … “That’s not it…I guess I’m just wondering if you’ll miss me as much as I’ll miss you while I’m away.”
And MC’s just like “Aw, it’s okay it’ll only be a few days.” While Comte’s response is a very mature, high-pitched whining sound at a frequency only King (Theo’s dog) and Theo himself can hear. When MC tries to reassure him once more, his Hamlet impression continues: “Even the prospect of a few days away from you feels unbearable.”
Naturally, as any man do that loves his wife, he draws her close and proceeds to bang the living daylights out of her. I would offer details, but I have no deets to give beyond: [Well MC, it appears I won’t be letting you get much sleep tonight.]
Brief intermission for the vague sounds of fangirl cardiac arrest.
The scene opens again to him doing his walk of shame (the slut) down the walkway and into the carriage that will take him to his friend’s house. His thoughts carry the regret of burdening her with his desire, though MC is pretty much on cloud nine and unable to stop thinking about the heady night they shared in a good way. Bruh and the sly look when he figures out why she looks like that–I’m boutta call the police, he is going to make women and men alike act up.
MC scrambles to cool his already returning desire by insisting he will be late if he indulges any further, and he laughs and agrees easily–albeit with the slightest hint of reluctance. My favorite part in this exchange is that he kisses her forehead, adding that it’s because she’s the most adorable person in the world to him (a moment of silence for our uwus).
Fast forward to Comte trying to get home after the festivities are over. Problem is, it’s been raining like a mOTHERBLEEPER, and as such carriages have no safe way to traverse the roads at the moment. He waited out the first day as patiently as possible, but after the second–and no sign of stopping–his Leeroy Jenkins instincts kick in. He notes to the coachman that he’s aware he’s asking a lot, but they fully intend to take the long way which invites the least risk–and the rain is ebbing, even if the progress is slow.
It’s interesting because there’s another echo of his main story in this moment. He essentially showcases a desperation to return before the day ends, though without context it’ll probably seem a little strange, so I’ll do my best to explain. Basically, in his main story, MC notes that she doesn’t really care how different they are. Different time, different species, different experiences, so on and so forth. She hammers home that what matters is that the present is something that they actively share. It’s theirs. And no amount of divisions he desperately tries to draw will change that fundamental reality.
And it’s a little moving to see how deeply he takes it to heart? I think it’s one of those wonderful phenomena, personally–the way a person can influence how you think and act with their sentiments. Sometimes someone says precisely what it is we need to hear, and it changes us–while it can be for the worse, it can also be for the better. He notes that he spent so many birthdays; among the people serving his house when he was little, raising hell with his friends in his younger days, so on and so forth. Not unlike Leonardo, he says that after so many “special” days the faces become a blur, the festivities lose their luster. It’s just another day, at this point.
Note, one interesting thing here that stands out to me is that I feel like this is a reflection of both of their larger struggles. Where Comte can’t stand the relentless flow of time rendering him the only constant (and something of a ghost, never fully present), Leonardo can’t bear birthdays because it means remembering people who still mean the world to him, but are long gone. People he can never see again, never laugh with again, never share his life with again. And I think that’s a very profound pain, an anguish that just keeps on settling its weight. (Oh, Sisyphus…)
Comte’s is similar, but different. He actively works to keep his distance– unlike Leonardo, he approaches immortality in the pragmatic way. He knows getting close will hurt, so he opts out of that–keeps a step behind, an easy smile on his face. Betrays only fragments to anyone, always has his guard up. But the downside of being so guarded means you eventually feel hollowed out and alone; nobody truly knows or understands you. There is a distinct loneliness in that approach, where memories only become reminders of how nothing ever improves and how bereft you are of warmth.
Leonardo, at least, gets to have the joy of being known from time to time. But loss and estrangement from those people means double the pain in the long run, because he loved them fully. Comte chooses to live in the cold to protect himself, but ends up in a kind of catch-22; the cost of forgoing loss means a constant deadening of his own feelings. It means living in a kind of fog, where there is a distinct discomfort in the silent obscurity of your own heart.
There’s something I’ve come to believe in my short course of living, so I guess I still need time to determine how true it is. But…I feel like, when people live this way, where who they are is a lie or it’s at the very least carefully concealed, we in part start to become that lie. I think it’s fascinating because Comte seems to have so much personality to him. He’s dramatic, he’s thoughtful, he has a sense of mischief about him, he has strong ideals, and he has an even more ironclad moral grounding. And yet, when he talks about himself, he always uses descriptions that hinge on emptiness. Like he’s worth so little, worth nothing. And that’s what I mean–he’s been trying so hard to glide on the surface that he has come to believe he really is equivalent to something that ephemeral. Like there’s nothing more inside him, or if there is, that it will never be worthy of much. I think it really speaks to the ways behavior impacts the psyche, even though the opposite tends to be considered the only possible cause and effect relationship.
He’s so determined to live for and in the future while he’s in the present, that he forgets to enjoy himself and really live. And while that approach is certainly understandable, I do think he loses parts of himself along the way. Only to be rediscovered and placed back into his hands by MC: [Today–this moment–our now, I don’t want to miss it for anything.] And that’s not even touching on how quick she is to make them a we; she’s not letting him keep that distance. It’s not “you have the ability to share this day with me” it’s “we’re here and in this together.”
I feel like what I love about this is that it’s not only about how sweet he is on MC, but also about how much he’s truly living again for the first time. His defenses are slowly inching their way down, he’s letting himself hope and want things and look forward to things again. The thing about being a responsible person is that–while responsibility is all well and good–sometimes you become so mired in doing the right thing and planning the most optimal outcomes that you just aren’t thinking of yourself anymore. That is, if you ever were to begin with. He went from the careful cultivation of a life as an aristocrat, to a life that spoke of more freedom and fun beyond those iron wrought gates, before he returned to the structure of what he knew. Freedom speaks to him I’m sure–we all need it in some measure to survive. But I do think a good portion of that was unfulfilling for him after a point. It was only feeding the void that was beginning to form inside him. He was instinctively retreating into himself to avoid pain, and in doing that the only result was feeling like a coward and a fake. He wasn’t happy, he wasn’t able to be himself, and nothing was fulfilling–every single day just another forward march.
I think it comes as no surprise he took up Vlad’s initial invitation so willingly.
But then I digress, back to the story. There’s another timeskip and it finds him racing down the hall of the mansion. He’s hoping to make it in time but knows he’s racing against the clock, and fully expects MC to be asleep by this point in the night. Midway along his path he thinks he spots MC and falters in his step, blinking. He decides to hang back, watching the figure enter his room with a great deal of curiosity and resists every urge to burst in after her. He hears MC speak into his pillow, her voice muffled but clearly despondent: “I miss you, Comte. I hope you get back home soon…”
Comte pretty much dies right there. I literally have no better explanation for it. He freezes, his heart sputters and stops. He’s just completely taken aback.
And then, naturally, he goes about feral with desire as is his modus operandi: “Oho, I heard something incredibly cute just now. Were you also having a hard time spending so long apart?”
MC:“…!”
[Startled, she turns around and her eyes widen and widen.]
MC: “Comte, how…”
Comte: “Took a detour in areas with less rain.”
MC: “?? Wouldn’t that still be hard in weather like this?”
Comte: “I told the coachman I wanted to see you as soon as possible. Even if it was only for a second, I wanted to spend today with you…”
[Everything I was thinking while in the carriage spills out of me long before I can help it. I am reminded again of just how utterly irreplaceable an existence MC is in my life.]
Comte: “Even so, it seems interesting that I would find you in my bed”
MC: “…! A–Ah, I’m so sorry for entering without permission!”
[I quickly grab hold of her before she can scramble out of my bed, coaxing her to sink back into the sheets.]
In between a lot of intense making out and [redacted], the larger overtone is that her reciprocated ardor just destroys him inside:
MC: “It was…because I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about wanting to see you…”
Comte:“!”
[You know just how to drive me mad with desire.]
Comte: “I’m the same…the first thing I did was look for you. Even though it was only a few days, your voice, your body, everything…I missed you”
[Because today, our ‘now’–I never want to lose a single moment with you as long as you’re by my side…]
Comte:“I’m so happy to be able to be with you, right here and right now.”
It gets funny too because Comte is trying to take it slow, but when she tells him “Happy birthday” and goes on to say she was so glad to greet the day he was brought into the world by his side, he just loses all control LMFAO. It ends with them getting more heated and [redacted], to the point where he doesn’t even hear the clock strike midnight.
And if him being the cutest and sexiest romantic wasn’t obvious enough, he spends the next morning just sighing blissfully with her in his arms:
[The next morning, when I wake up, MC is still fast asleep. I mean, given she only fell asleep a few hours ago. I’m still reveling in the afterglow of a sweet night filled with her cries, the way she looked at me and held me. MC…]
[I relax to the sound of her breathing steady with sleep, stroking gently at her hair as I hug her from behind.]
Comte: “I’ve had countless birthdays. In an endless life, I was convinced it was just a day that would come and go every time.”
Comte: “It was only after meeting you that I could understand there was no such thing as an overlapping or identical moment. I don’t want to miss a single second by your side…that’s what I think now.”
[I admit the truth of my heart, brushing a kiss against her cheek. Over and over and over again, showering her in my affection–]
Butdun dun dun!!! MC was awake the whole time, so when she fidgets a little at how ticklish his kisses are, he
[Oh, I see. Well then, two can play at that game…]
Comte:“Your punishment is to stay in my arms just as we are…how’s that?”
He gets his mischievous (and hilarious) revenge for being revealed (HORNY TIME), though it’s so suffused with love it’s hard to call it revenge hahaha. She reminds him to go easy on her because they have his birthday party to attend later, and he agrees~
Honestly after such killer hurt/comfort spice fluff, I can only tremble at the thought of what his 5th year bday story will be
It’s either going to be Some Angst^TM or even more killer fluff, and either way that means my days are numbered
Y’all I’m crying I was doing Napoleon rt again for he collection event and was nobody gonna remind me that Comte was an absolute madladat the beginning of that main story
I have been wheezing my ass off all morning, the way he just drags her along at his pace and then says “lmao peace out enjoy Paris”
Like sir????? Sir hold on a second????? S i r ;;;;;;;;;
The only thing I want to enjoy his him
Though I did love this one line from MC about him, it just feels so apt:
I thought it was a very perceptive first impression of him, and I totally forgot she says this–though it does nothing to minimize the hilarity.
He really said “I can see you’re very principled” SPOILS HER TO AN INSANE DEGREE ANYWAY
Deadass I wish I could have seen Leonardo’s face when Comte walked into that place buried under shopping bags LMFAO
More shitposts abt Comte bc what else am I really good for
Since I’ve finally recovered from the last event story released for him…..oh my godkhlkjshgkjdshkja the fucking BOSS MUSIC emanating from this man. The absolute possessive insanity throbbing in his skull–it’s killing me!!!! Sir!!!! On what planet!!!! Does a person get jealous over shoes!?!?!?!?
I just. “to bestow you with a gift without consulting me first.” Is where I first heard the Kill Bill Sirens. My god. I was like he’s taking this wel–. He is not taking this well. Abort mission. I–
Fr good luck to that boutique owner I don’t even want to imagine what kind of reprisal is waiting in store for that man. I may be stupid but I’m not an idiot I would never pick a fight with Comte if someone paidme that man does not fight to get even ;;;;;;;;;;; he fights to cripple his opposition forever, holy shit
Anyway framing this one screenshot as I downspiral into Comte-loving madness:
My clown hours only get worse and worse, I was reading that new event story in the ENG version of the game and it was like “okay now you gotta pick between Leonardo and Comte” and like obviously I picked Comte, figuring I’d just go back for Leo after. You know, naturally, as a ho for purebloods would do.
And then I just found myself like. Physically incapableof choosing Leonardo over Comte so now I’m just sitting here, event over, feeling like an absolute dumbass like GIRL THEY PIXELS. WHAT IS YOUR DAMAGE
As a certain project, as well as other stuff in life, are basically keeping me away from tumblr, I decided to self-indulge in a quick Stravaganza fanart to celebrate the day of the Corsa Stellata (as well as tomorrow’s Palio in irl Siena).
Since later in the Filippo Nucci and Beatrice become the new Duke and Duchess of Classe, this is them wearing the blue and white robes of the Water-Carrier, the contrada associated with the City of Ships (although the pink accents may create some confusion with the neighbor contrada of the fishes)
Look at this! We love Filippo and Beatrice in this house! And the art is fantastic!!! I really love everything you do.
Hey guys! Sorry for the inactivity (college has been… something else). I have all the giveaway entries in and will randomly select the winner to announce later this evening!
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*mod note: yes! they are the same person!
omg this is so kind!!! whoever submitted this, you’re an absolute angel!
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sorry for being so inactive. ya boy has been struggling lately. my grandma passed away in july, i got diagnosed with a tic disorder, and just….there’s a whole lot more going on. i promise i will start posting again soon once i have the energy. please forgive me.
Just as I was thinking that A-Train was maaaaaybe a little bit redeemable, this episode pulls a full Uno Reverse card on me at the end. Nah, this fucker needs to die <3
Finally got my hands on Whitstable Pearl. The first episode was a bit of a drag and a bore but I am on the third episode now and it’s got consistently better. The protagonist, Pearl Nolan, has grown on me. Howard Charles is amazing as usual and it’s a delight to have him on my screen again. I am not a fan of the fridged wife/girlfriend trope giving the male protagonist some convenient Man Pain (even though Howie plays the tormented/suffering soul part tremendously well) and this has been my only major gripe about this otherwise enjoyable show so far.
