#* verse: unknown.

[incorrectgwenstacy]

Miles: If I run and leap at Peter, he will 100% catch me in his arms.

Peter B, entering while holding a cup of coffee: Hey, what’s up?

Miles: *runs towards him at full speed before jumping*

Peter B: Wait, my coffee!

Peter B: *drops the coffee to catch Miles*

[leolovesumore]

Greif is not bad, it Is not inhumane or worthless.

Grief is all the love you have but cannot give,

it is the yearning for something just out of your reach.

grief is the proof what I felt was not fleeting, that it would always linger...hoping for you to come back home

[the-meme-monarch]

i have a question on how toons re made in general

industry secret

[tteokdoroki]

i saw ur vamp!isagi and it made me blush the whole day HSJDNCSJAJAN now i wanna see possessive vamp!nagi or rin !! i love ur words sm <3

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, suggestive, mentions of blood, drinking blood, vampires, possession, pining, some nagireo if you squint, vampire!nagi, fem!reader.

vampire!nagi is a little different to the others in their clan. i think he’s a bit more lazy than possessive.

i feel as though he wouldn’t have as much of the trauma that older vampires like isagi and kunigami might do. he doesn’t find being one as much as a burden or a hassle other fledglings like rin might do either. nagi was mostly turned because reo liked to feed on him, liked his company and wanted to keep nagi as his treasure for the rest of eternity. 

for nagi, his undead life as a vampire is easy. he never has to sleep, as those of his kind don’t get tired. he can game all day and all night with no consequences of sluggishness the next morning. there’s no need for him to train or exercise — his reflexes are sharp and fast, sometimes they make him dizzy. how new and improved his senses are. but again, it’s a small price to pay in order to live forever. 

the only thing that truly irritates vampire!nagi is his change in appetite. eating before was a hassle, but now the desire quench his thirst with a cherry red elixir known as blood is even worse. magi’s fangs ache from their place protruding out of his pink gums — especially when he forgets that feeding is absolutely necessary for him to survive even in this modern day life. 

“your laziness will be the death of you, nagi,” his sire, reo, warns with twisted affection — letting the fleshing feed eagerly off of his wrist. “my blood alone can’t keep your appetite at bay for long. especially since you’re a newborn. isagi won’t be happy if you die.” the elder reminds him like it’s a threat. it’s not unnoticeable how much vampire!nagi admires the head of their clan, his power is something to behold. 

blood bags end up being the solution for the white haired vampire too lazy to go out hunting with the others. he sips on them and whenever hunger causes his stomach to cave in, he doesn’t have to move to snack on them. to run after his prey and force himself into a game of cat and mouse for food.

when isagi brings you home for the first time, the clan sees a switch in the younger vampire as soon as your scent wafts through the manor. nagi can’t bare the sting of his protruding fangs cutting up the insides of his cheeks, the blood lust that pours through him and darkens the soft grey of his eyes. everywhere vampire!nagi goes; he can taste the wisps of you, hear the sound of your heart thumping in its place lodged on the left side of your chest. 

throughout your days, you notice nagi staring with his tongue between his teeth and his Adam’s apple bobbing but he never makes a move on you to feed. not because he’s scared like rin, or wants you to beg for him like yoichi…but because there’s too much effort in feeding. he doesn’t know if you’re worth the hassle. 

vampire!nagi wouldn’t know how to deal with prey that screams, that cries and begs for mercy. he’s heard from the other boys that you’re an easy feed with someone you trust — but he doesn’t have the time nor the effort to build a connection with you (even if he’ll be alive for all of eternity). you start to feel as though seishiro doesn’t desire you in the ways that others do. not that it should matter to you, being held against your will and forced to feed monsters with your very life essence. 

but it does, in a twisted way, it does matter that the white haired vampire likes you. you wonder if it’s the way you smell, you know that if you’re too sweet on some days it puts some of the boys off. is it the way you dress? is your heartbeat muffled by the cashmere sweaters you drown in after dealing with a messy tangle in the sheets (mostly isagi’s fault), do you need to wear something lighter for nagi’s attention? 

you express all of this to reo during one of his late night sessions with you, his mouth cool against your bare shoulder as you sit with your back to his chest in his quarters. vampire!nagi’s cluelessness with girls seems to have carried over from his human life into the after life. it seems he needs a little help. and reo ever the gossip, blabs about your little crush on his fledgling to the man himself.

“i do want you,” vampire!nagi breaths against your lips, looming over you despite having to bend down to your height. he easily corners you on a day when the manor is empty and you’re left to tend to household chores. the rest of the clan are out hunting. “you’re a distraction, pretty thing. can’t focus on my games when you walk through the house and smell that good.” 

you won’t deny that he makes you dopamine rush through you, makes you dizzy at the very sight of his fangs just resting on the swell of his bottom lip. nagi is a pretty vampire, you won’t deny that — and his sudden attention has your world spinning. 

he pushes you back against the door with one arm resting on the wood above your head , and you find his sudden effort attractive — making you want to give it all up for him. “then why won’t you feed from me?” your voice is shaky, not fearful and it sends seishiro’s instincts into overdrive. 

“i want to do that too,” vampire!nagi reiterates quietly, suppressing the growl that so annoyingly interrupts his words. “but i didn’t wan’ it to be a hassle. i don’t know how t’hunt like the others. i’ve never…captured my own prey b’fore.” the way you shake underneath nagi’s crimson gaze only serves to turn on his instincts. he wants to drain you dry, wants to see you fall apart and piece you back together. he understands the drive and the hunger of his counterparts… and why they like a sweet thing like you so much. “pretty thing i—“ 

“let me make this easy for you then,” you whisper breathily, so quietly that you almost don’t hear yourself speak. nagi does, his eyes flickering to your lips and then down to every part of you that’s exposed — leaving you up to his greedy scrutiny. you offer your wrist, just like reo does, your scent strong and divine. 

vampire!nagi’s pupils dilate and the black consumed the colour shift in his eyes as he matches into your wrist, tongue lapping over the puncture marks from his fangs as your saccharine blood pours into his mouth. internally, nagi chides himself for his own laziness for you taste so much better than the bags of blood he’s rewarded with by his sire. 

you’re so much more decadent and your squirms against his tall, leaner and cold frame are completely worth it. it causes a pitiful lecherousness to crawl up his spine and curl around the heart that lays still in his chest (though if he were alive nagi is sure that it would beat for you and only you). he sucks and swallows and moans around whatever you give him eagerly, right up until you fall limp in his arms and he has to press you to him to keep you up. 

you’re only set free from vampire!nagi’s clutched when your darling whimpers start to die down and you go quiet from the blood loss. when he pulls away, however, you instantly search for his lips — preening when seishiro kisses you with a passion neither of you knew he was capable of. you taste yourself on his tongue, and he lavishes himself in the scent you leave on his mouth and his lips as he licks against your own. 

“from now on, you’ll come to me when i call,” he grunts against your cheek, allowing you to catch your breath impatiently. he forgets that humans need to breathe where vampires don’t. what a hassle. “i won’t need to hunt you, right, angel?” 

“never.” you promise, smiling in satisfaction and running a hand through the very white locks that tickle your cheek. “you won’t need to catch me when you already have me.” 

from then on, around the manor you’re mostly tossed between the fledglings (and isagi, who practically owns you when they’re not around). rin and seishiro get into immature little brawls over you which the taller, white haired vampire usually wins because his desire for you turns him into some kind of monster that the clan can’t handle. 

vampire!nagi hisses and snarls, claws at anyone who dares to touch you when he’s in the mood for a feed. but when he isn’t, you’re sleeping in his quarters with your head in his lap as he games the night away.  because maybe vampire!nagiis a little more possessive than he once was. he likes having your scent on him, and his on you too.na

[frozcnlight]

@fallesto asked: "I've heard good things about you." (Regulus)

The slightest, nervoush laughter escaped Miran, truly unsure what she should say to this. It wasn’t unusual for people to know her. She was a heiress after all - and her family well known especially within the high society. Though, it was mostly rather her father who was known, rather than her - for whenever there was a gathering, she would just silently follow him and behave just the way her family wanted her to. Silent and only speaking up whenever she was asked or spoken to.

“I’m really glad to hear that it were only good things. It would be truly troublesome, if somebody would spread bad rumors about my family or me.”, she finally spoke with the corner of her lips, painted in a soft shade of peach, curled upward into a smile. She rested her hands in front of her, back straightened - just as she had learned by many lessons during her childhood.

“However, sir. I must admit that I never heard about you, I guess. At least I do not recognize it from your looks. Can I have your name perhaps?”, running a hotel meant to meet many faces - and some would might slip her mind.

[copycatvagabond]

it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

[fatesunwritten]

' no, think about it! if you cluster-feed elemental dust through parallel conduits, you can STAGGER the ignition sequence! '

' it's genius! it's like building mini-earthquakes into your own combos! '

[extravagantrook]

(extravagantliar)

Part of him sees himself twenty some odd years ago, somehow that is a fright and a comfort all in the same breath. Somehow he's outside of Kirkwall, even though it is days away and he is pretty sure he hasn't been Viscount in ages. There is the need to roll his eyes - yet he doesn't not yet, he's saving that flourish for something greater, something that he must write home over, something he must write all of them over. "Kid." It's firm in a way that reminds him of Aveline from ages ago, of himself, of Bartand, of Anders, and he shakes it all aside, as the excitement overshadows anything he musters. Then there is that groan, the implicit one, met with a hand running down his face, "How - Where did you find a Ferelden Forder..." A Kirkwall variant, meaning it was out of his select circle, meaning it was even more dubious - at best. "No." The answer is and will always be, "No."

"But what if--" They know its a losing battle before the battle has even begun. Hell, there wasn't even a fight, so could it be called a battle? Did he wear white underthings today? He may have to use them to wave their flag of defeat. Well, if they don't soil them from the potentially disapproving groan their favorite dwarf is giving them. Doesn't stop them from flashing a brilliant grin and patting the lovely, most definitely stolen, horse at their side.

"Okay, so I know you have this thing with horses." It's more than a thing, they know. They've seen what happens between Varric and horses. It's worse than Hard in Hightown Three -- typos and crapshitbull characterization aside. Still, when innocents cry for help (or in this case knicker at them all cute like when they unhitch them from a Venatori sympathizers wagon and nudge said wagon down a steep hill) how can they turn a blind eye? Well -- there needs to be a better turn of phrase. "But I think we should keep her. Where would she go? She's--" There's a pause, the patting stops as Asha suddenly stoops to look under their new steed's barrel. "yeah, she -- She's a peach!"

[fortune-maiden]

Relationships: Cheng Xiaoshi & Lu Guang Characters: Lu Guang (Link Click), Cheng Xiaoshi Additional Tags: Link Click Bridon Arc | Yingdu Chapter, Coda to episode 3, Panic Attacks, Hurt/Comfort, Lu Guang is Not Okay, There Was Only One Bed, (because hotels in london are expensive lol), written before EP 4, I just wanted to write a fic where ShiGuang return to the hotel after meeting Vein, probably not canon compliant once Ep 4 comes out Summary:

It was long past midnight when they made it back to the hotel.

“Lu Guang, hey. Slow down!” Only when he heard Cheng Xiaoshi’s shout did Lu Guang realize he’d broken into a run.

-

First Link Click fic aaaa >.<

I don’t usually write fics for ongoing series but between the Live Action and Bridon Arc, Link Click has got me in a chokehold and I just needed to try putting some of those feels to words

[graunblida]

@godresembled sent: "Please be ghosts, please be ghosts, please be ghosts…" — from daphne

The hunter can understand the repeated MANTRA of the other to a certain degree. That which cannot be explained is perplexing to the mind. However, phantoms carry with them their own problems so to speak. After carefully peering around the corner, Lexa can discern the coast is clear. She beckons for Daphne to follow her. " Look, I know you have your...show or whatever, but I'd rather our mystery individual be of flesh and blood. Then we can kill it apprehend them if needed. Ghouls are a lot harder to nab, wouldn't you agree? "

Lexa is aware Daphne and her ragtag group of friends regularly seek out hauntings and the like, but she doesn't know to what extent they handle them. BRAVERY is required for both, but not everyone has the courage or gumption to attack the supernatural. The brunette looks behind her shoulder to make sure the third member of their party ( the dog and the other two friends are currently investigating the basement ) hasn't gotten distracted. She turns the flashlight over the area, revealing an empty threshold and no trace of the preppy blond. " -Ah where the fuck is Fred? "

[goldendivinewrath]

"Don't be afraid." He was one to talk, checking his gun. Loading bullets much, much more slowly than he was truly capable of, but the danger was only drifting at the edges of his senses. Not breathing down his neck, not yet.

Tap, tap, tap. Bullet, chamber. Over and over, rhythmic. Turn, click. Check again. Ready. Hopefully for nothing. He didn't really like to use the thing, y'know? It was a tool, an implement, it was only a weapon in certain hands but it still felt uncomfortably wrong--

Because it felt so right. Perfect in his hand. The weight, the form. "Fear is the-- Ha, nevermind. It'll be okay." Casual, soft, Calm, confident. The things he did not feel.

Had he learned to be a better liar? Mostly to himself.

Aim. Vash drew a sharp breath and obeyed instinct. Obeyed every hard-learned lesson, every scar, every loss, every regret that was and is and will be and raised his arm with a confidence he did feel. Finger on the trigger guard.

Breathe. Dust. Footsteps.

Who goes there?

Identify yourself!

Don't come any closer.

No. Nope, nope, no.

"Ha ha, I hate to be a bother, but would you kindly turn around and go back where you came from so there won't be any violence today? Thanks!"

It took way to much energy not to sigh at himself.

[truly-quirkless]

They silently slid their phone across the counter, the message in their notes app reading loud and clear:

[ORDER: Two cheesy roll ups, big nacho fries, extra cheese sauce, medium baja blast freeze. Please and thank you. ^^]

The cashier glanced to the phone, then to Fin.

"...what would you like to order?" Fin nervously reached out a hand- tapping the phone screen. They meant no disrespect- but they felt like they were about to cry. They weren't good at being at the mall on a busy day- and all the noise had all but killed their ability for speech. They could all but feel the looks from strangers, their anxiety spiking- further squeezing their throat. "---What would you like to order?" The cashier was now, quite actively, ignoring Fin's phone.

Fuck, they could feel tears trying to gather. Please, just read the phone...!

[ketsumyo]

Touches the back of her neck with his cold Fingies.

unprompted | always accepting

“ SHITFUCK—!! ”

she spins around.

“ h-hitsugaya-taichō !? ”

“ i’m so sorry please forgive my inappropriate language it will never happen again that was so rude of me there is no excusing such inexcusable behaviour i was startled i don't know what came over me i should be more vigilant if there is anything i can do to make amends pleasedon'ttellmylieutenant— ”

[universestreasures]

@devildukem Liked The Go Rush Starter Call (Accepting!)

"Wait a moment...Are you saying that you created this game you are about to teach me, Otogi?!" You can just see the stars light up in his teal hues then, shining as bright as the celestial bodies that existed deep in the galaxy from which he cam from. "That is...That is so incredible! You are truly a genius gamer to be able to create such a thing! It is an honor to learn from you!"

[duelinthesun]

makes my blood boil

[scvcnofswords]

❝ you're gonna be okay. eventually. but first you gotta not be okay for a while. it's gotta suck so you can actually recognize when you're alright again. ❞ for Litriu || @abanbas

The reassurance does what is likely the exact opposite of the intent. The Warden's shoulders go rigid, and she goes very still, body halting entirely. Like an animal in a corner, a beast eyeing a trap it knows will cause harm. She looks to the speaker out of the corner of her eye, lips curling back just slightly from her teeth a moment before her expression willfully goes blank.

"I am fine." gritted out, vicious, ground glass in her throat. "I have no need for platitudes or appeasement to be effective. Mind your own self before you think to me and worry of mine."

She does not like to be seen, she does not like to be pinned like a butterfly to a board. And she feels it.

Instinct screams to retreat, to vanish into the shadows, but there's nowhere to go; so the bobcat weaving around her heels reacts instead, hissing a long, low warning to him.

"I am fine. I know myself and my limits. If I need help, I'll ask." words bitten-out and hard-wrought.