#DON'T HURT ME 😭

[professionallyyappinabtangst]

Quite Interesting

*Disclaimer! The lore implied in this series is NOT CANNON*

Wandering Waves

When most people can’t sleep they listen to music. But not everyone lives next to a beach. So whenever you can’t sleep, you find yourself walking along the lines of the beach. It’s always a peaceful encounter, the sand between your toes. The salty scent in the air and the waves crashing against each other. 

And tonight was no different. You found yourself walking that same path—the salty scent in the air. Bring your mind some ease. The crashing sounds of the waves were more alluring than any, song you could think of; which could be a good thing. Nature has always been captivating to you. 

The crunching of the sand below your feet. The moon reflecting on the ocean's surface. Having a backdoor that leads toward a beach will always be awesome. You could never find something like this in Dahlia. Then again you moved away from Dahlia for this fresh start. After the inversion.. You knew you had to get out of there. 

And now you were here. On the coast enjoying the sand and the crashing waves. Everything was so pretty tonight. And it seemed you weren’t alone tonight. You could feel the presence of someone else. Perhaps it was the change of moonlight. Maybe it was the slight change in the atmosphere. 

Whoever ever it was you could feel them. Perhaps it was another soul who couldn’t sleep. Or just someone who wanted to walk the sandy beach like you. As long as they didn’t interrupt your calming stroll you didn’t care. One more lap and you’d go back home. But for right now.. You needed to combat your night terrors.

As the minutes passed the waves stopped crashing into each other. And the salty scent dulled. Soon it’d be time to go. Now that nature has cooled your nerves maybe you could sleep tonight. However.. You could feel someone watching you. Was it the stranger? Perhaps.. Where did that stranger go? 

‘’ It’s a lovely night no? ‘’ the voice was soft and caught you off guard at first. You turned your head towards the noise. He was beautiful… the way the moonlight danced off his skin, highlighting his beautiful.. Sliver eyes..it only made sense a person as such wouldn’t be human. 

‘’ yes, it is.. ‘’ you responded, sure you’d run into different types of empowered people before. Some are ruder than others. But never a vampire.. Never one with such grace. You were taught staring was rude. But you couldn’t help but not take your eyes off of him. And he knew that. Maybe it was just the aura that surrounded him. Who knows.

Not you. Now he was looking directly at you. ‘’ what is a beautiful dove like you doing out here? ‘’ his voice.. His accent slipping through on certain words.. He was a treasure, why were you out here again? Wait.. did he call you beautiful? He did, didn’t he? You felt your face flush at the recollection. 

This felt like a scene out of a storybook. ‘’ are you alright? ‘’ here you were, getting flustered at a stranger's words. While he was trying to talk to you. ‘’ I.. I’m okay.. ‘’ cluttered but at least you got something out. However, the beautiful stranger as you had taken to calling him. Was no longer looking at you. 

His beautiful eyes were being held captive by the returning waves. Maybe that disappointed you a little. Now that the stranger was turned away. You could get a good look at his features. Other than his vampiric eyes. The pale skin was expected, it comes with territory. Defined and graceful. 

Those were the only words coming to your mind. Even while standing and attempting to discuss with a stranger on the beach. He looked at ease, calmed. And something told you he was worried about something. ‘’ do you always stare longingly at people dove? ‘’ it was like you were thrown out of your trance. Dove.. you liked doves. 

‘’ n-..no I don’t try to.. You’re.. Nice to look at.. ‘’ maybe your eyes deceived you, but was there a small smile on his face barely covered by his hair. He took in a deep breath; Inhaling the salty air. The last few weeks had been long for him. Dealing with the aftermath of that event. 

Having to do something he’d hoped he’d never have to do again. And wanting to find the ones responsible for this. Yet he found himself on the east coast. Enjoying the waves and you. He found you Quite Interesting. Maybe that’s why he spoke to you. However, it was now his turn to feel a little jealous of the waves. 

He had lost your wandering eyes to the ever-growing waves. Nice to look at huh.. He hadn’t heard that one in a while. Humans are interesting.. Or well this one was. ‘’ what brings you out to the beach this late?..’’ he could feel your eyes on him. They burned with curiosity. After all William what were you doing out here? 

‘’ that’s a good question dove. ‘’ now that you two were locked-eyed. You could get a good look at him. As if you weren’t already doing that, it’s not every day you meet a beautiful stranger. Let alone one that calls you dove. ‘’ I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.. ‘’ he was smiling again, he has such a nice smile. It comments his eyes. 

‘’ how about names? ‘’ you didn’t want to refer to him as a stranger. It felt wrong, though his smile shifted slightly. ‘’ William.. William Solaire ‘’ Now you had his name. William, it was fitting..  It sounded familiar, but you couldn’t think why- ‘’ And yours Dove.. ‘’ there it was. That name.. Dove, you liked the way it rolled off his tongue. 

You didn’t realize your name also rolled off your tongue ‘’ you have a beautiful name.. Though if you don’t mind I’d like to call you Dove. ‘’ you nodded in agreement. You didn’t mind. He returned your nod and gestured for you two to sit. You were getting tired of standing. ‘’ now.. Dove, why are we out this late? ‘’ 

‘’ I like to watch the ocean, especially on nights I can’t sleep..’’ while you weren’t looking at him. He was looking at you. He was listening to you speak. Of course, you would later regret sitting on the bare sand. But the company was nice enough to take the risk. Or at least that's what you were telling yourself. 

‘’ what about you.. William? ‘’ you tried saying his name it felt nicer than calling him a handsome stranger.

‘’ escaping a source of stress ‘’ he moved his hair out his face. He wasn’t just escaping stress, he was looking for a distraction. And maybe that distraction was you. Being the head of a monarch is never a fun business. And with the fall out of the inversion. William couldn’t help but want a break from his responsibilities. 

Even if it was only for a night. Everything would be fine without him. He knew.. Or rather hoped. Everything would be okay. He turned his gaze back to the crashing waves; your company was greatly appreciated. Even if you didn’t know. That was fine.. Sometimes a pretty face is a good enough distraction. 

A yawn escaped your mouth. It was nearing bedtime. Your body had finally given in, and perhaps finally willing to let you sleep? The stranger.. No William had taken notice of your yawn, you weren’t making any attempt to mask it after all. ‘’ am I that boring? ‘’ he chuckled.  

‘’ no.. I wouldn- ‘’ your sentence was interrupted by another yawn. That time he broke into a slight smile. Was it a teasing smile? Perhaps.. But he was smiling. He seemed like he didn’t do that often. ‘’ no.. William, you’re not boring.. You’re interesting..’’ you managed to get out without a yawn trying to steal the rest of your sentence. 

That earned another chuckle from the mysterious man. ‘’ Most in your situation wouldn’t even talk to a stranger on the beach.. ‘’ he wasn’t wrong. You didn’t know why you felt comfortable around him. 

‘’Most people.. Don’t walk a beach when they can’t sleep either ‘’ you had a point. This was an uncommon practice. Especially at night, but you didn’t mind. You weren’t happy you couldn’t sleep. But you were happy you got to meet William.. You don’t meet many vampires.. Then again not many people bluntly say oh yeah im a vampire. 

And maybe I’d be better if William thought you didn’t know he was a vampire. 

Seems no matter how much you try to distance yourself from the magical world. It finds its way to you. Was that a good thing? Maybe, maybe not. Who knows. You attempt to muffle another yawn. However, the attempt fails. However, the yawn does gain William’s attention again. 

‘’ dove.. You should probably head home. ‘’ you were getting tired. But you didn’t want to go. You wanted to stay and conversate with William. You couldn’t help your eyelids were closing every so often, nor how many yawns were escaping your mouth right now. What, was that the third one? You can’t remember. 

‘’ im.. Not.. ti- ‘’ you couldn’t even finish a clear sentence before another yawn stole the rest of it. William was taking notice, and getting reminded of Vincent's rebellious days. He couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps this trip to the beach wasn’t as much of a bad idea as he thought. Nonetheless, you needed to get home. 

‘’ come on up ‘’ William stood looking at your half-sleep state. Your attempt to stand was met with a flop, as you fell. Flat on your bottom. If you didn’t have sand in your unmentionables before. You most definitely did now. 

‘’ Lets try that again..’’ william stuck out his hand. You missed it at first, however you found your fingers locked in with his. As the strong grip pulled you off the sand. He was surprisingly warm.. ‘’ now where too. ‘’ yes, where too.. 

William attempted to follow the directions you were given. But even at his age, he didn’t understand. your sentences were interrupted by either a yawn or you’d lose your footing. He found it funny. You reminded him when he was your age. Of course that was a while ago- 

You were losing your footing again. That wasn’t good. In one swift motion, you and William were mere inches away from each other's faces. ‘’ Dove.. How about I carry you? ‘’ perhaps this was something from a storybook. You nodded; might as well ride out the rest of this fantasy. 

As if you weighed nothing he lifted you off the ground. Bits of sand falling from your night clothes. His grip was tight- he was also holding you close. Once again the warmth radiating from this man was.. Breathtaking, and slumber-inducing. Your eyes were closing again. 

Perhaps he remembered the poorly given directions to the place you called home now. You closed your eyes and gave into the sandman's slumber. Who knew a walk on the beach could lead to an interesting night? 

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AN - this is the first chapter in a William x Reader series I have planned! I hope you all enjoy! WC - 1.8k (1842) Taglist - @int3rtwiningh3artstrings @porters-fangs @sunsickcrab @achios @dawnofiight @ashertickler

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[fukutomichi]

"High King. You must believe I would never knowingly endanger our kind." - Galadriel S2.E1 ∙ Elven Kings Under the Sky

[lotus-pear]

akai art for beloved tumblr mutual @itotypes <33 (it's a bsd x atla au btw if anyone wants to check it out.. although i wouldn't recommend it for the weak hearted)

fic name: akai || author: @/itotypes on ao3

[epickiya722]

Leave it up to Midoriya to make me emotional!!

[twilightarc-gm]

Jiang Cheng, someone who takes time to line up a shot, who holds back instead of jumping forward, who was told to stay calm when he was panicking about Liu-shidi being taken...

Who had one thing left to him that was truly Yunmeng Jiang—Wei Wuxian—and sought to protect him by running out to distract the Wens.

Both love and duty.

Wei Wuxian, someone brash and ready to jump forward, avoidant of pain to the point of running from it emotionally, mentally, physically... who especially can't stand a man's tears, who loved Yunmeng Jiang so much he was fine—in the heat of a moment—losing his hand to save his home.

Who had one thing left to him that was truly Yunmeng Jiang—Jiang Cheng—and planned methodically, aware of the risks and the pain, to protect him by giving him the strength Wei Wuxian cultivated himself.

Both love and duty.

Did Jiang Cheng think he would be captured? Did he have time to think much beyond saving Wei Wuxian?

Could Wei Wuxian have known he would have been thrown in Luangzang Gang? Regardless, he had already resolved to find some way to still protect those he wanted to protect.

They both paid much higher prices for their duty than they expected.

But the love was there.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

♡ handwriting analysis: alex turner and miles kane ♡

as promised, here is the analysis my wonderful friend (who used to work as a professional handwriting analyst) did of miles and alex's handwriting! a couple of important points to read before you dive in:

my friend analysed these blind - to avoid bias, she always makes a point of never knowing whose handwriting it is she's looking at, so she had no idea that these samples were from alex and miles while analysing them (not that it'd have made much difference if she had, she can't even name one am song lol)

she stressed that her analysis should NOT be taken as fact - it's just one person's interpretation of the material, and handwriting analysis is ultimately always subjective

the two analyses below are based on notes i took while she was talking and is pretty much verbatim - none of the wording is my own and i have changed as little as possible in typing it up

she noted that it was harder to provide a full and accurate analysis just working with photos of handwriting, as you can't see things like pressure on the page etc. she also stressed that context is significant when it comes to interpreting someone's writing, and it's important to bear in mind that how someone writes in one context, e.g. signing autographs or writing something for the general public could show quite different characteristics to how someone writes in another context, e.g. personal letters to someone they're close to. in an ideal world she'd have access to samples from a different range of contexts to provide the most detailed and accurate analysis. in other words, this analysis is quite rough

alex's handwriting:

(samples taken from roughly 2011 - 2018)

block capitals suggest this is someone who don't want to show themselves, makes it hard for people to reach them

someone interested in thoughts and ideas, would engage with these in a way that's intelligent and very original

a lot of emotional and social inconsistency, suggests someone pulled in different directions. they might show very different sides of themselves with different people and probably have complex and/or conflicted feelings about identity

very creative, someone who'd make interesting and unusual connections about the world around them

highly intuitive but also lacking harmony from an emotional perspective. lots of internal emotional conflict and changeability

someone who fluctuates a lot socially as well as emotionally - might go from being quite sociable to withdrawing completely. ultimately struggles to reach out socially and holds back a lot, but there might be certain situations or people they feel particularly at ease with where this is different

really hard to read, don't give much of themselves away

thoughtful and enquiring, interested in ideas

someone who feels things very strongly

signature:

implies someone hiding themselves or presenting as someone they're not. they want to look confident and exciting, but they're actually much less confident that they'd like to appear. lets their creative and artistic tendencies hide them and take centre stage.

miles's handwriting:

(samples taken from roughly 2022 - 2023)

a little sharp, could suggest humorous wit and/or being critical (either of self or of others)

ambitious and incisive, intelligent and enquiring mind

fearful or wary about opening up and reaching out to people, emotional inconsistency. potentially quite restrained - looks like someone used to hiding a lot of hiding of emotions

has an enquiring mind but isn't particularly interested in abstract thought, more grounded in reality and social/emotional things

someone with strong feelings, they get held in and confused. could be warm and open on a surface level, but looks like they'd be reserved about their innermost feelings

could be sharp tongued to avoid dealing with their own feelings

lower zone suggests someone who might not be completely comfortable in their own body and/or sexuality, or have a complex relationship with these things

someone with a tendency towards strong feelings and devotion/worship (could be religious, or could just be to do with the way they relate to people or ideas)

signature:

someone who wants to look more confident they feel. sense of changeability and flashes of insecurity, but ultimately suggests strength of character, not someone who's a pushover. they know what they want and what matters to them.

interesting extra notes:

the wonderful @ballad-of-what-could-have-been managed to find this sample of alex's handwriting not in capitals from when he was much younger (from what i can see, it looks like it was early fwn era):

so i showed this to my friend too (after her analysis of alex's usual writing) and noted that it was probably done when he was a lot younger. she said that all her points from the original analysis still stood, and that despite the fact this writing isn't capitalised it was actually still very hard to read and definitely someone not comfortable with showing themselves. she also said that it was more emotionally conflicted and uncertain than the later sample of their handwriting. the phrase "emotionally all over the place" was used, and she noted a greater sense of inconsistency with identity. overall though she said the earlier sample confirms that this is someone with a high level of intuition and originality, and she said they're someone she'd be fascinated to have a conversation with!

thank you for reading! if you have any questions, please feel free to comment/drop me an ask and i can always pick my friend's brain again the next time i see her!

[emblazons]

(go. save your brother).

Joshua Rosfield & Clive Rosfield Joshua mourning Dion • Final Fantasy XVI

[hamartia-grander]

Wyll breaking up with the player character if Ulder dies so Wyll must become the Duke makes me wanna throw up sobbing because he actually thinks that just because his father's first duty being to Baldur's Gate made him a Bad Father that Wyll himself will inevitably be a Bad Lover because surely no one could match love with duty if his father couldn't, unknowing he has more love in one hand than his father had in his entire body. fuck

[harmonysanreads]

Aventurine? More like ANGSTTURINE.

[sarah-cam]

what crushed me the most is that lucy spent the entire episode being angry while tim spent the entire episode literally on the verge of tears 🫠

[matchalovertrait]

Noemí and Erick have started to work out a little bit. With their 40s around the corner, they want to make sure they live long, healthy lives!

[riolone-moon]

BSD 117 SPOILERS

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I saw BSD raws and I'm crying, sobbing. My entire world crashed and I'm destroyed

[joy-girl]

Naruto 437

[666writingcafe]

Knowledge is Power

Satan

I know I shouldn't have checked out this many books from the library, but I couldn't help myself. Being able to finally take whatever I want home with me is rather nice. It's not like the library's open 24/7, and I hate being interrupted mid-sentence simply because it's closing time.

Still, I should have at least grabbed a cart or something before I left the house this morning. I barely have enough hands to carry all these books, and my carefully constructed tower is starting to lean precariously in my arms.

"Would you like some help?" The voice briefly startles me, and I almost turn around to snap at them. But then I realize that it's merely Zephyr, and I try my best to calm down. Unlike a lot of people in this dump, their intentions are genuinely kind; I've never sensed any ulterior motives from them, which is a bit strange for a demon, but for some reason it doesn't bother me too much.

I suppose that's why I simply set the pile of books down on the nearest surface and allow Zephyr to grab some instead of accusing them of thinking that I'm weak and incapable of doing something on my own. They're just trying to do their job as our attendant, and I can't fault them too much for that.

Once we enter my bedroom and set everything down properly, I quietly thank them.

"I'm so glad we're finally allowed to use the library now," I tell them. "I mean, technically we already had access to it thanks to Diavolo, but no one would ever let me check out a book until now." I pause, becoming frustrated. "I suppose it's yet another perk of being named one of the Rulers of the Underworld."

"It irritates you, doesn't it?" Zephyr asks. "That people's opinions are as fickle as they are?"

They took the words right out of my mouth. How did they manage to do that?

"Absolutely. Like, why do I need a title to suddenly become good enough for them? It's ridiculous."

"I agree. Unless you need to do business with those people, I'd recommend keeping your distance from them. They showed their true colors before, and they'll do so again in a heartbeat." I sigh. The fact that they're right is irritating, but it's not their fault. It's simply the state of this fucked up society. They're probably still going to talk shit about us, but it'll be behind our backs now.

Which is honestly worse. At least I knew what people thought of me before.

"Still, what matters is that I have access to all their books now," I state.

"You certainly have a good chunk of them," Zephyr replies, glancing at some of the titles. "Interested in curses, are we?" I nod.

"I'm going to read every last one of these texts until I've mastered the most powerful of curses. I want to bring down that smug, arrogant bastard and make him beg me for mercy."

"What did he do this time?" Zephyr's holding back a smile. My tirades against Lucifer always seem to amuse them, and I'm not entirely sure why. It's not like they think I'm being silly; not only will they listen to me rant about him, but they actively ask me questions that take my feelings into account instead of merely brushing them off.

I've always been too scared to confront them about it, though. Something tells me that they're not one to be messed with, and I don't want to be at the end of their wrath if and when they finally snap.

"The other day, he chained me to my bed and spoon-fed me breakfast like I was a stupid baby unable to hold my own utensils. It was embarrassing."

"Did he say why he was doing it?" I have to remind myself that they're not asking because they're trying to justify his actions. It's the only thing that helps me remain calm.

"He said he didn't have a choice, that I'd end up destroying the whole house otherwise. But, if I promised to 'behave myself', he'd let me go."

"And you don't like him telling you what to do."

"Exactly! And then he was all like, 'come on, say aaah' and 'here comes the airplane' and shit! He even pinched my nose to force me to open my mouth! He treated the whole thing like it was a joke!" Zephyr takes a deep breath, appearing to hold back laughter.

"You'll have to forgive me, Satan. My sense of humor tends to go in that direction," they explain, clearly sensing my impending anger. "However, that doesn't excuse what he did to you. You're not a zoo animal, but a fully realized person. He needs to respect that."

I can't go off on them now. They're at least trying to take me seriously. Everyone else would have busted out laughing upon hearing that particular antidote.

"Do you have some spare paper?" Zephyr suddenly asks.

"You know, I'm not sure. Until recently, I've not been able to do much exploring. You can check inside that desk there." I point towards it, and MC walks over and begins opening up drawers. Once they find what they're looking for, they sit down, pull a pen out of their pocket, and start writing.

"What are you doing?"

"It's best to start out with something simple. Once you've mastered the fundamentals--which I'm sure you will in fairly short order--then you can move on to more complex topics."

At first, I'm confused as to what they're talking about. They can be annoyingly vague sometimes.

And then it hits me.

"Are you indulging me?" I ask. The smirk on Zephyr's face as they hand me the now-folded piece of paper answers my question.

"Don't tell anyone. I don't want a certain someone yelling at me about it for hours on end." I'm truly speechless.

"Practice it a few times first, preferably out of the house," they continue. "If any of your brothers get hit with this curse, Lucifer will know you're up to no good, and he'll chain you up faster than you can begin uttering the first few words of it to him." They briefly pause,

'To that effect, when you do finally use it on him, make sure it's when he least expects it. It's not going to work if he can see it coming from a mile away.

I know I look like a starstruck little kid at a candy store at the moment, because I certainly feel like one. I think this is the nicest thing anyone's done for me.

"If you need anything, I'm going to attempt to get in the shower," they call out as they walk out of my room, leaving me standing frozen in shock.

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[kacievvbbbb]

Truly from the depths of my struggling heart. Viva La Vida by Coldplay belongs to one Toshinori Yagi aka the one and only All Might.

Coldplay should just sign over the rights of the song at this point promptly too.

[blogofsara]

Poor David....

X: again? Is still a scene from a mobile game! The scene: