#🫶🏼🫶🏼ty for these

[stayevildarling]

For the ask thing you just reblogged:

5, 10, 15, 18, 29 🫶🏼

5. what made you start your blog?

I fell in love with ahs and started reading fanfiction at first but then decided to post my own🥰

10. would you say you’re an emotional person?

definitiely. I feel like over the years I have changed though. I feel more angry somehow, I can speak up for myself and don‘t take people‘s crap anymore

15. what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?

that has also changed over the years but I think my apartment has really become home to me because it‘s my safe space including my dog. London is home though, whenever I come back to england I feel home

18. do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

I don‘t believe in aliens really but I do believe in ghosts and spirits

29. what do you do when you’re sad?

cry or smoke 😅

[kuutseng]

toast with lots and lots of jam!

[foursaints]

love u for the recent bcj posts saints I love your yapping it truly makes my day 🫶🏼

this is currently my favorite part of goblet of fire cause why did he have to comment on that that. cannot believe that james potter never lived to bond with his cherished son but mf Bartemius Crouch Jr is ragging on harry about his quidditch socks. i knowww james is punching the wall in heaven rn

[lovemoroporo]

another fun comm for @spencethebence ft. vee!

⭐ kofi | comms | inprnt ⭐

[lotus-pear]

OH BTW thank you for 11k i JUST checked the follower count after like. four or five months so it’s hella delayed BUT ALL OF UR SUPPORT TRULY MEANS A LOT 😭😭😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

[wikitpowers]

forever thinking about this… honestly just :(

[underatedwords]

There is a huge Carlando billboard poster of their hug just above the side entrance of Carlos' garage!

spotted! carlando,,, bc why wouldn't you want to plaster that moment everywhere 😭

[sumiakita]

👯‍♂️ 🤍💜

[hwaslayer]

🥹 got my offer letter for my promotion today 🥹

[joocomics]

UGH READING YOUR JISEOK’S SMUT WITH SEX TAPE 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️sending those sex tapes to the ex? why not! ruining a friendship over a girl he’s obsessed with? yes of course!?

also jiseok is that kind of person would fuck someone who’s on the phone at this point. he loves the thrill of making people know how good he made you feel! 🗣️🗣️

imagine lying on the bed, and he’s pounding into you then the phone rings. he took the phone and ask you to answer the call. as soon as you answer the call, his thrusts could be rough ‘till you can hear the sloppy voice from his thrusts or just slow and deep enough to make you hold your moans while holding your legs up. “answer properly baby. you don’t want them to know that we’re fucking right now, right baby?”

GLAD TO KNOW WE’RE BOTH SEEING HIM BE LIKE THAT

when jiseok falls for you he falls HARD. he’s the type to want the whole world to know that you’re his and that he’s yours. he shows you off and you’re always his top priority so ofc he’d keep fucking you when one of you get a call, he wouldn’t interrupt your pleasure over some phone call?! the moment he hears the ring he’d turn so excited over the possibility of getting caught because of your trembling voice 😭

he’d tease you so much if one of your friends picks up on what’s happening. “awh, poor thing,” he’d giggle at your embarrassment simultaneously pounding into you because you’re so so close… “you liked that, didn’t you?”

[polaroidcats]

I guess that you look really cute 😊

you are ofc correct!

ask game: send me an ask saying what you think i look like

[kybelles]

notes on a scandal

i keep using this word but this one was indeed messy…. once upon a time i wanted to write a modern au with younger damen/older laurent where an early 20-something damen ran away from home after some family drama (probably something to do with kastor) and started to work as a sex worker (either a high class escort or an o/f model or maybe both) to support himself financially and surprise surprise he runs into 30-something rich guy laurent who has issues regarding sex and intimacy due to his trauma and as you can probably guess they get into a relationship… BUT it took me no time to remember that i indeed suck at writing sexy stuff so unfortunately this au was shelved forever 🥲 here’s a snippet from the only scene i wrote:

“Your gigolo isn’t joining you tonight?”

It’s one of the last days of April, meaning the weather still hasn’t warmed up properly. The terrace is significantly empty with people still preferring to dine inside where it is warmer. Yet he thought the temperature was just warm enough to enjoy the outdoors.

Which is why he’s dealing with this away from prying eyes.

Laurent takes a long drag from his cigarette instead of answering, looking Aimeric up and down. He’s not even being petty when he thinks the years haven’t been particularly kind to him. The constant surly look on his long, pale face could be seen as endearing when he was in his younger days but now, all it does is to make him look unattractive and repulsive.

Surely, Aimeric must know this. Neither of them have been young for a long time.

“You’ve always been this way, haven’t you?” Laurent asks distractedly. When he checks his phone, he sees he has no new messages, to his annoyance. “A tactless whore who doesn’t know his place.”

[moonlightdancer26]

Tumblr has communities??? THIS IS SO COOL

this is my sign to start posting more (sending me asks helps :))

[soloavengers]

Syl & Winnie’s last night -

This should be a fanfic but I want it out of my head asap without making it a WIP that might rot and grow too long so have some fresh short unedited pain written at 6am.

A full Seafloor Shrine got a tavern somehow, was not easy to do when suppliers can’t do their thing, but the bartenders put all their existing products together and reached a deal. A temporary thing such as they hoped the life in the shrine would be. Many people rejoiced the semblance of the addition brought.

Fearfully procrastinating the last beam once he was done helping around, Syl was happy to accept Lamond’a invitation for a drink. They both changed out of their armor - unfortunately he got into a little fight before Lamond could arrive.

Winnie thought something like this might happen. Syl had been on edge since their reunion, if he wasn’t faking a smile he was wide eyed and tense, weary and off his game during fights. She doubted he slept whenever she managed to. He considered her new armor and weapon before his own. Winnie worried about him as much as he worried for the sake of the world, but unlike Syl, concern made her fight her hardest. Secretly she was mad at herself for knowing better how to fight than how to console him these days, secretly she felt heartbroken that he never spoke, for in their journey it became easy for him to speak his feelings to her.

Winnie felt like she was waiting for a dam to break, so she was ready when it finally began to. Dragging him away quietly as he continued shouting insults, she wasn’t sure what it was about, some Battahli man might have uttered something about her under his breath. She could guess what it was he said, she so hated that this was the final straw.

She kept walking, into the ruins up some stairs, at some point Syl pushed her away and began walking at a bit of a distance. Something petulant in his attitude still, she cannot help her fondness battling her concern.

“Lamond’s probably wondering-“

“We’ll go back there, and you’ll maybe apologize to that man, then have a good time.”

He wrapped his around his chest and glared, “I’m not apologizing. Pawns shouldn’t be talked about that way after all your help.”

Winnie shrugged, “I care not what they say. we don’t fight for praise, I do it for you.”

He stopped, glanced at the loyal pawn. Her face showed not a single touch of doubt in those words. Syl looked at the beam which pierced the red cloudy skies and then down at the water damaged stone.

“I’m sorry about that.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Not to me at least.”

“Yes I do. And I’m sorry,” his voice shook, Winnie’s own heart trembled and she stepped to stand next to him. “I’m sorry you have to be with me.”

She blinked, frowning as she looked at him. Tears were soon streaming down his cheeks and — while this was a moment she had been expecting— it was not like this. Not with that nonsensical apology.

“What?” Winnie asked with harsh confusion.

As soon as her hand touched his shoulder he folded down, crouched on the ground with head buried in his arms. She knelt beside him.

“Master…”

“I don’t know what I’ve done!”

“Nothing,” She said softly, suddenly it felt as if it was the first time she’d seen a human distraught. Her heart was in her throat and she didn’t want to hear anymore from him. Dreading the sobs to come, but accepting whatever tears may fall on her shoulder.

Syl shook his head, his reddened eyes looking at her. he sniffled. “No, it must’ve been something. Nothing so cruel should be without reason.”

Spoken so softly, so mournfully, somehow only she could’ve understood his words.

“I’m sorry.” As Winnie wrapped her arms around him, his wept on her cloak.

“Stop saying that.”

He said nothing as he cried, she felt pleased with herself for having brought him somewhere with no one to see him like this. It wasn’t that she thought it shameful, but she knew what it would make some feel. Would seeing the Arisen like this make anyone’s heart ache as much as hers did?

“I wished this an illusion. Some sick humor,” he sniffled. “What is left to do now? What will be of our world — why did you have to be here?”

“I-“ She always knew what to say, what to do. Winnie prided herself in knowing humans well, in understanding him most of all. But at that moment she felt so painfully clueless as her own tears fell on him.

“What will become of you? Why did you have to be dragged down with me?” It felt no longer like sad ramblings, she needed to say something. Even if it wouldn’t ease his pain.

“You wanted me.”

His cries against Winnie shook her, a fist clinched her cloak, she rubbed a hand up and down his other arm.

“I don’t want you anymore,�� the words shook with sobs, so he repeated them over and over til the crying won out, and all he could do was wail his misery away in her arms.

Winnie understood what he meant, she understood it perfectly and thought he might try and wish that upon a thousand stars and yet nothing will make it true. He’d never mean it, so nothing can take her away from him. Nothing can take him away from her. Not even the end of the word, so long as she lives, not a single thing could dare. No matter the curve their journey took, memories and their bond could make her brave anything, Winnie wished he could find strength in that as well. Ever he was lead by good intentions, she had enough hope for the both of them.

She told him as much, she softly spoke until he calmed.

[lotus-pear]

Idk how to explain it but your chuuya and sabh0’s chuuya are on the opp ends of a spectrum and their both so gorgeous

??????? who😭😭

[hekateinhell]

thinking about Beneath Your Shallows and going absolutely feral over mermaid Armand...

Oops I sent the last ask too early lol (about Beneath Your Shallows and mermaid Armand) but I was going to ask if you had any headcanons you could share about that AU because I lovee your writing and i can't stop thinking about it 🙏

Hiiii! 💙

Thank you so much for this you’re so sweet, this made my day when I got it and it made my day all over again whenever I remembered it! 🥹💙 I am so sorry it’s taken me so long to respond—I was traveling and then I got sick and then I came home and got sick with something else LOL. 

This AU is a little tricky for me—normally I have so many headcanons about all my universes, but with this one I feel it’s a story that is locked into a very specific location (the water) and their roles as human vs otherworldly sea creature, so it’s much more rigid and I have to work harder to be creative with them!

That said, there are things that I thought about when I was trying to write the sequel (still languishing in Google Docs, RIP):

I wanted to borrow a bit from what Anne did in Devil’s Minion and really emphasize how becoming attached to something inhuman will destroy you (I already called Lestat a “ruined thing” in the first fic lmao). But Lestat really does attach to Armand and he projects a lot on him that he doesn’t know really whether or not Armand is capable of returning those sentiments! Armand’s a nonverbal creature that operates purely on instinct, but Lestat’s just a little human guy and he’s really losing the plot and anthropomorphizing Armand! He obsesses about seeing him, he can never tell anyone about him, he spends every waking hour he can at the beach, he sleeps there until it gets too cold to do so, and he loses his mind if Armand isn’t there waiting for him—it feels like rejection, abandonment! Meanwhile Armand is just crounching on a live crab behind some rocks.

They do have a sort of means of communication through giving gifts. 🥹 Of course Lestat’s doing it with human sentiments, like if he were courting a someone with romantic and/or sexual intention. Armand’s more like a crow, seeing shiny stuff and bringing it to Lestat. In addition to the pearls, he brings him sea glass, shells, and jewelry from sunken ships. Lestat discovered Armand will take an interest in his food and offers it to him (mostly meat but sometimes fruit, and although Armand is a carnivore, he will sometimes put it his mouth out of curiosity. He likes peaches).

Lestat does still have to… exist, and he needs money for that. He does work as an actor and sometimes he acts out his parts for Armand who either ignores him completely or stares at him with the same wide, unblinking eyes as my cat when you dangle the feather toy in front of them. Thing is lol Armand doesn’t understand a word Lestat says but he’s attracted to the sound and the movement. And Lestat is like- “oh he loves me 🥹🥰”

Armand is not immortal but he will live for thousands of years, and yes, he will outlive Lestat. ☹️

Armand’s kind mate for life (one and done) and he does have the ability to enchant Lestat should Lestat ever try and leave him. Armand can’t read thought but he can feel intention, so he would feel if Lestat were pulling away from him. It is abnormal that he mated with a human and unfortunate too, given Lestat’s lifespan.

Armand is a very complex but also very base creature—he just needs to eat and procreate and be by the sea. He does not need to sleep but he does feel physical pain, like when laying his eggs.

I imagine the eggs to be like shark eggs—there’s a kind that are actually called mermaid’s purses!

They’re going to have lots of beautiful freaky little half-human, half-mermaid children. Lestat will be horrified watching them come out 💙

my mermaid fic and a follow-up pwp on ao3 💦