#GAH.

[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

catching/falling/following

based on this post by @skittlebugg

[roguebuck]

[pomefioredove]

Hiya! Do you think you could write something romantic and fluffy with Vil? I love him!

hi anon of course! I am so unwell about this man

summary: being friends with vil schoenheit has its perks type of post: fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, FLUFFY, mentions of food, friends to lovers huhuhu, maybe a tiny bit suggestive but also not really? lap-sitting and kissing

Someone should write a guide on how to be friends with Vil Schoenheit.

It did not come as naturally to you as you would have hoped. There were times when he felt like a star in your presence, not the actor kind, but the heavenly body.

Bright, and burning, and millions of miles away. Even as he sat directly across from you.

"You're not eating," he remarks. The comment is not degrading, though it is tinged with curiosity. "Is it bad?"

You haven't even sampled the meal yet- something fancy and expensive that you likely couldn't pronounce. He'd ordered it for you.

"It's okay," you lie.

He either buys your excuse, or ignores it. Either way, he reaches across the gossamer table cloth and switches your plates without asking.

Vil Schoenheit Friendship Survival Manual, rule number one: always assume his judgment is correct, until proven otherwise.

You look down at the plate- some kind of vegetable dish. He urges you on with a nod, lilac eyes fixed firmly on your pleasantly surprised reaction when you take a bite.

Rule number two: his judgment is always correct.

"Better?" he asks, not bothering to finish your food. He'll likely get something else later. "You really shouldn't skip meals. If you were feeling unwell, you should have said so. I would've ordered something lighter for you."

"Sorry. Didn't think of it," you say, taking another bite of his meal, if only to appease him.

You're hesitant to mention that the heavy feeling in your chest wasn't from illness, and so you say nothing more.

"No need to apologize. Here,"

Vil delicately reaches across the table and dabs at the corner of your mouth with his napkin. You hate how light-headed such a simple action makes you feel.

"Better. And don't worry about smudging anything, I have a few new products I'd like to try out on you later,"

Rule number three: always accept his gifts.

"Thanks," you murmur.

You were starting to feel as if you really were ill, the way your entire body warmed in his presence. Vil brought out a feverish sort of stupidity in you that made outings like this a minefield to navigate.

How painfully cliché, you thought. Hopelessly in love with someone far out of your league, with infinite options, none of which you could even hope to catch up to...

It made these evenings together pure torture.

You felt guilty for wishing he wasn't such an amazing friend. Must he insist on showering you in gifts and holding your hand every time you cross the street?

But being in his bedroom is another, dirtier realm of guilt. Vil saw you as a friend. Platonic. Someone he confided in, who he took under his wing. You were allowed to see parts of him no one else had, and yet, you can hardly pay attention to what he's saying because you can't stop thinking about the way his lips look when he speaks.

"Did you understand any of that?" he asks, bending down to your level as you sit on his bed. On his bed. And you had the mind to be thinking about doing romantic things...

Rule number four: speak when spoken to.

"No, sorry, I've just had a lot on my mind lately,"

Vil clicks his tongue and holds a hand to your forehead, feeling for temperature. "And you're sure you're not ill?"

"I'm fine! Just distracted,"

He chuckles, walking across the room to peruse his vanity. "Hm... and what sort of thoughts have got you scatterbrained today?"

You can feel your skin burning again. He could tell, couldn't he? All these weeks of coming undone every time he so much as looks your way couldn't have gone over his head... could they?

Or perhaps he was just used to people staring at him, stumbling over their words every time he spoke. Perhaps you were just another foolish fan who'd gotten to know him before falling in love.

You couldn't help but wish that there was someone or something that would just tell you what to do.

Rule number five: do not fall in love with him.

Vil sits beside you, a small, wooden box in hand.

"I'm supposed to promote these next weekend, but I'm not sure about them, yet," he says, opening the lid to reveal a plethora of lipsticks that likely cost more than your existence. "I'll need your opinion, of course."

"Right," you murmur.

"And I'd like to try them on you, as well,"

"Of course,"

"And you're alright with that?"

You nod. Ever the gentleman, always asking for permission. He's been quite generous with his products lately, giving them away to you like candy. You're almost certain he has a full list of your allergens somewhere.

Vil returns to the vanity, delicately prepping, and then applying the first shade. It's a marvelous, metallic pink, with dark red undertones that make it a regal color. It suits him, and you say as much.

"Oh, you think so? I suppose it does compliment my eyes, although I'd definitely need to pair it with something darker, else it become too overpowering..."

He clicks his tongue, and then turns to look over his shoulder at you.

"Your turn. Come sit,"

There isn't another chair at the vanity, and you take that as your cue to awkwardly stand in front of him until he tells you what to do. He chuckles, amused by some thought of his that he doesn't share aloud.

"What are you standing there for? Sit,"

You awkwardly look around the space, eyes searching for a mysteriously hidden stool, something that should have been obvious...

He smiles. "Oh, don't be shy. We've known each other long enough by now, haven't we?"

You can't think of the right thing to ask, although your thoughts are quickly cut off by the sight of him gently patting his lap.

Sevens. If there were any time to wake up, this was it.

Rule number five: do not fall in love with him.

He's not joking, of course. Vil hardly jokes. And so, you awkwardly straddle his lap, facing towards him, and allow him to get a good look at your visage.

He holds your chin firmly, studying your features as if he hasn't already seen them a thousand times before.

"Stay still,"

He's going to give you a heart attack, and there's a little quirk in his smile that tells you he knows it, too.

You wonder what your tag at the morgue will say. Death by Vil Schoenheit?

He starts with your skin, commenting on how soft it's gotten since he met you, then your eyes...

...Once he's satisfied, as he always is with his work, he turns your head so you can admire the makeup look in the mirror behind you.

"Stunning," he comments. "But you're missing something."

You look back, eyes wide. Surely, he hadn't forgotten something...? That's simply not in his nature.

He smiles at your confusion. "Remember? You promised to test these for me?"

Right. The lipstick. You nod. "Yes, but, I thought you'd already..."

"Oh, I do like the color. I'm just worried about this brand," Vil says. He looks away for a moment, almost as if to summon his courage... what a strange expression on him.

"What's wrong with the brand?"

He turns back with a small smirk. "They have a nasty reputation for smudging easily. I wouldn't want to make a fool of myself next weekend, hm?"

His cups your chin again, bringing you closer.

Rule number five: do not fall in love with him!

He tilts his head to the side. "You don't mind, do you?"

You couldn't have shaken your head any faster, even with his grip on your chin.

"Good. Now, stay still. I think this will be a good color on you, anyway,"

He pulls you in with ease, letting his lips rest on yours for a second or two, before pulling back. Short but sweet, enough to make you feel like your entire body has gone numb.

He inspects your face, humming to himself...

"Good so far," he says, bringing you closer again. "But that was too safe. I won't hold back next time. Are you ready?"

You nod. Barely anything had happened, and you're already breathless. "Ready,"

Another smile crosses his perfect face, though he doesn't give you any time to admire it before he's kissing you again, one hand still cupping your face, the other holding the back of your neck and pressing you closer.

Definitely not a very platonic kiss.

It takes him longer to pull away this time, though when he does, it gives you a perfect view of his still-pristine makeup.

"Hmm... still nothing. I'm quite impressed with this line," he says, reaching behind you and returning with the wooden box. "How do you feel?"

Dizzy. Light-headed. Warm.

"Good," you say.

Rule number five: do not fall in love with him.

Or do.

"Not too much, I hope?"

A delightful realization was beginning to come over you, one that made all you had thought about him null and void:

No one else could possibly give you a guide on Vil Schoenheit, because he writes the rules himself.

"No. That was perfect,"

"Excellent," he smiles, and flips the box open again. "Because we still have six more colors to test."

[simonlynch]

waking up in f/os arms is cool and nice but what about waking up with f/o in your arms. their face buried into your chest or neck, their arms around you holding themselves to you. how calm and gentle they'd look, their breathing even and soft, relaxed and content bc you are safety and comfort and home to them

pr*ship c*mship etc dni

[localvamp1re]

“a long time ago i loved someone” and then rio glances at agatha nobody talk to me

“she is my scar” ?/-!/!:!:!/!/?/

[milkywayes]

[RECHARGE]

[istharoth]

Making 'Dere' list because I've been thinking about this too much.

↪ Frostheim

Jin Kamurai - Oujidere Tohma Ishibashi - Kiredere Lucas Errant - Jendere Kaito Fuji - Bakadere

↪ Vagastrom

Alan Mido - Kuudere Sho Haizono - Teasedere Leo Kurosagi - Sadodere

↪ Jabberwock

Haru Sagara - Kekkondere Towa Otonashi - Yandere Ren Shiranami - Darudere

↪ Sinostra

Taiga Hoshibami - (I CANNOT. I legit don't know.) - Dorodere(?) Romeo Scropius 'Fico' Lucci - Kanedere Ritsu Shinjo - Megadere

↪ Hotarubi

Subaru Kagami - Byoukidere (but instead of the fatal disease, it's his stigma.) Haku Kusanagi - Teasedere Zenji Kotodama - Deredere

↪ Obscuary

Edward Hart - Nemuidere Rui Mizuki - Deredere Lyca Colt - Tsundere

↪ Mortkranken

Yuri Isami - Hinedere Jiro Kirisaki - Nemuidere

For reference: Oujidere - a male character who at first is very selfish and wants to be treated like royalty by their love interest.

Kiredere - a dignified, crisp, and sharp serious side in public, but suddenly becomes deredere and shows a more emotional and overly affectionate side when they are alone with their love interest. 

Jendere - a character who is gentlemanly.

Bakadere - a character who often embarrasses themselves trying to impress their crush.

Kuudere - They are often stoic.

Teasedere- characters who flirt with their love interest in a non-serious way to playfully tease them at first, but then eventually adopt a more openly loving side.

Sapodere -  a character who has a sadistic personality

Kekkondere - a character who wants to get married to their love interest right away.

Yandere - A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest.

Darudere - character who is very lazy and acts tired every time.

Dorodere -  a character who acts cute and sweet on the outside, but is deeply disturbed on the inside

Kanedere - characters who are only attracted to their love interest if they have money, status, or any other resource that will benefit them. 

Megadere - They see their love interest as absolute perfection and will spend their time admiring them.

Byoukidere - a character who is kind, affectionate, gentle, and deredere at heart but suffers from a serious illness.

Deredere - A character who is lovestruck and does not hide their romantic feelings towards their love interest

Nemuidere - characters who spend much of their time sleeping, but are very sweet towards their love interest when they are awake

Tsundere -  an initially harsh personality who gradually reveals a warmer, friendlier side over time. 

Hinedere-  character who has a nihilistic world view and at first appears to have a very negative, apathethic, and cynical personality, but is actually very caring, loving, and deredere on the inside. 

[tai-janai]

the difference between the Beast chapter and every other chapter two is so insane to me. like, every other time, the argument can be made that shes just a weird girl, and you have probably seen something at least similar to her; or at the very least you could imagine what she is.

the beast is literally just a fucking creature. she can talk to you, kind of, and its of her own volition. she doesnt give a shit about you, she wants to tear you apart to use your bones as her key to the door locking her in the cabin. you are no more than a tool for a creature. the rock for the bug, the stick for the bird, the steel for the man.

every other princess either wants to know you or wants you to know her. the beast is such a particular specimen. the only thing that differentiates her from an animal is her ability to speak; and even that is taken away in the den.

i cant imagine someone getting the beast on their first loop. like, you see big fucking Creature that wants nothing but to eat you, and every regular old "princess in a basement in chains" "slightly spookier princess in a basement that wants your help" "slightly hotter princess in a basement that loves you" isnt quite the same as "fucking Thing in the basement that will eat you"

[automatonwithautonomy]

girl help i accidentally made myself emotional about the eighth house---

fuckkkkk. i mean.

imagine you are born and raised to die. prepared for slaughter in every way, designed to be used and used until there is nothing left. you are nothing but your sword and your honour and a battery. the only thing you have is your word and you cling to it will all the twisted want of someone raised to be no one.

and you meet your necromancer, and he's a scared little kid thats going to kill you. he will murder you, suck you dry and burn all the things that make you a person. the weight of a house rests on his shoulders and his life haunts yours.

he looks at you like your every word is gospel, the writ of the Emperor Himself, and it is the worst thing he could do. he loves you. he loves you in the way an uncle loves a nephew and the way a child-cult-leader loves a scion of his house and the way a necromancer loves a cavalier and he is going to eat you, lyctor or not.

but he gets older and wiser and he pulls the life out of you and he forgets when you seemed the cleverest person he knew. there is something worse. this is worse. you were born and raised to be a battery. but you are no longer a beloved one.

the

only

thing

you

have

left

is

honour.

[cornercritter]

may have gone a lil insane over this dress—

(also congrats @terracottakore on your short-haired false basically becoming canon

original picture from false’s instagram story!!

[pink-nanowire]

My phone hate my art, but anyway. Take. Them away. They are everywhere in my notebook.

[gracklinging-electricboogalo]

how do some of you write 1k word one shots in a day. genuinely this feels awful like convergence is only like. 2.4k words and ive been writing it for three weeks or smth

[mayor-brandy]

Melba at home. 🌱

[golden-astrum]

little gay action between heroes

[karda]

the most vulnerable thing u can text someone is do u remember science camp . like forr real

[priquintana]

PRISCILLA QUINTANA