#Thanks for something light-hearted!!

[dontcallpanic]

I was tagged by the gorgeous @liabegins diolch yn fawr cariad!! The emojis are super cute too!! 🩵

I had fun being brutally honest with this!

🎧 last song: She Sells Sanctuary - The Cult

🖍️ favorite color: Deep midnight blue

📚 last book: The narcissist in your life - Julie L Hall (half for work CPD, half for personal)

🎥 last movie: The Lord of the Rings: The War of the Rohirrim

📺 last tv show: Shaun the Sheep

🍜 sweet/spicy/savory: Savoury!!

👧 relationship status: Married

🌐 last thing I googled: Estate agent regulatory body

💓 current obsession: tracking down old Green Roads and public footpaths

🔮 looking forward to: Trip to France

No pressure whatsoever to some of the usual suspects: @oldefashioned @gege-wondering-around @greyhavenisback @patolemus @seaweed-water

@hellameyers @novasillies @violetfairydust @tisthefairy11-blog

and ANYONE else who wants too!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Who is this sassy lost child?

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[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 7

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1554

Written: 22nd December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

He's been relegated to picking up supplies. You'd thrust a list at him that morning, and he'd almost seen a tail behind you, flicking and curling like a question mark.

It isn't the first time you've had him wrapped around your finger, requesting his assistance. Normally you only ask when you're sick, desperate for supplies and he's available. (He'll always be available.)

Still, this time you've handed him a list for crafts, shoved him from his own base, and you peppered his face in kisses before he can even respond or argue. 

Not that he would, but he wishes you would at least come shopping with him. He's found himself enjoying the domesticity of you puttering around aisles while he pushes a trolley. If he takes his eyes off you, you'll steal the trolley and go skidding down an empty aisle.

Which is how he stands now, in the living room of his base, hands full of arts and crafts supplies, while he stares at a tree he doesn't remember buying.

It's twinkling with lights half done, but otherwise it bears no decoration. The twins are balancing on each other's shoulders trying to throw the multicoloured flashing lights up towards the top of it. You're there underneath, ready to catch them if them.

He's pretty sure someone's going to end up with a broken bone. (Which he does not want to explain to the doctor.)

With a flick of his finger, black and red swirling mist quickly remove lights from hands and twist them around the top of the tree. Gently, and carefully.

He's only slightly smug, smirk in full, when you turn to him in surprise. He's even more smug when your face instantly warms, eyes twinkling at him.

If he were really a crow, his feathers would poof up and he'd preen. Instead he wipes his hand on his shirt collar and extends the bags he's holding, "For you, kitten."

Your whirlwind of activity rushes over, the twins wobbling before they manage to detangle themselves, grabbing at the bag and pulling them to the floor. Separating things out.

He watches absently, but you're focused and tapping on your chin as you think, so he abandons you to your considerations to make himself useful. Warm drinks in hand before he returns to you.

Sylus finds you showing the twins how to fold and make ornaments with coloured paper. He hesitates at the door, if you had wanted ornaments, why did you not just ask for them? He could have ordered any number. Any colour. Anything you wanted.

He's again unsettled by a strange uncomfortable dissatisfaction, you do not make it easy to provide for you. To satisfy every desire. He wonders how you became someone who holds them so close to the chest, scared to want, all over again. He offers hot chocolate to the twins, and frothed coffee to you, (the smell never gets better), before sitting next to you on the floor, cross legged and curious.

You look over and grin, and for a second he sees ears tilting forwards in mischief, pupils blown and ready to pounce. "We didn't have a lot growing up, so me and Caleb would make ornaments for the tree with Gran. The twins wanted to try..." there's a question there that you want to ask but you can't quite... get the words out.

He can read you well enough to know the hesitation, and he leans in, voice low, fingers brushing your cheek, "Show me."

Sylus prides himself on learning, he's good at picking up skills, but he cannot be said to be creative. He is, however, good at following steps. He does, however, enjoy trying.

It's not a new skill that will be useful for anything other than moments like this, but truthfully if he only ever learned skills for moments like this, he'd be a happier fiend than he has any right to.

The twins decide to get pens and decorate the shapes he folds, while you sit nearby fretting over a new challenge. He finds himself looking over and peering but you catch him and point at his hands in an unspoken order. Focus.

He chuckles, only you would dare to order him about, and only you would gain his obedience as he follows your orders.

As they end up with a pile of... he's not sure he'd call anything he and the twins have made art, the fish would surely have something to say if he tried, he already dreads the upcoming conversation, but you're thrilled and excited as you come over to look. Picking up paper baubles and stars that the twins have drawn silly faces on.

There's a happy flush to Luke and Kieran's face as you wholeheartedly approve, and he swallows a lump in his throat that he doesn't really understand. Yet he wants to cry, he thinks, and he's not really sure why. Or what caused it.

He doesn't linger, doesn't have time, as you're pushing him towards the tree, "You get the top, Luke, middle, Kieran, bottom." Then you're running off.

He's starting to think the holidays are a little too much trouble... (Warm, vibrant, comforting.) That lilting voice that sounds like yours again.

Your soul is always so noisy, he muses, warmed and placated.

They're almost done when you come back, this time you're not as energetic. There's waves coming off you, nerves and anxiety rippling under skin. He pauses, where he's about to hang a star, and looks down  at you. As soon as he does you swallow, shoving a cardboard box into his arms.

Not a box? It has numbers on it?

"We-" you swallow past the nerves and push on. Ever ready to fight a monster. Even if the monster is yourself, "also used to make calendars for each other. It's late, so it's only twelve days." He catches your hand before it scratches at your arm, smoothing his thumb over your fingers and then rubbing circles into your palm. He blinks down at the thing, and sees today. He drops the star he's holding unceremoniously and presses the little cardboard flap open.

The calendar is decorated with a picture of a crow surrounded by presents. He remembers the fish encouraging your artistic pursuits, and while he's not sure if it's good, he never seems to be sure if it's good... he knows he likes it.

Inside is a hand wrapped chocolate and a small note.

Day one - A reminder that I love you, and appreciate you always, thank you Sylus.

You're still fidgeting, and at this point the twins have peeked their heads over to stare at his bounty. The longer he stares, the more he realises he has to speak, has to respond but his throat feels closed and his chest is so tight. It hurts. It hurts.

"If it's stupid you don't have to-"

He drops his calendar and he presses you into his chest. He's sure if he were better practiced in his emotions he'd cry. Instead he just encompasses you in his body, squeezing and holding and drowning in you. He nips at your cheek, hand squeezing your face, he wants to bite and chew and claw and scratch.

He can't understand and he doesn't want to hurt, but he breathes you in. Relieved he has no tail to betray him, wagging furiously. You're giggling at his reaction, trying to pull away from his rough handling, calling his name out like knives in his heart, and he finally kisses you. Over and over and over. Tasting his name on your lips and your love in his heart.

Then he startles, pulling away quickly to see that thankfully the twins had caught his gift, the note and the chocolate. Placing it on the side. They're giving him a look like he's a fool, he might be, because he has an evol that can move things for him. Instead his foolish body betrayed him.

"Hunter! Do we get one?" Luke calls, pouting, and you keep a hold on Sylus' hand. Grounding him as he looks at your note over and over, pressing your thumb into his wrist, and smoothing his rapid uneven heartbeat there.

Still you extend a makeshift calendar to the twins, one each, identical except for the names. He can tell that you'd been careful to match every line. "Of course."

He absently notes that you've left four more on the side. The fish, the doctor, the prince and an untouched one for your family. The note is finally placed in his pocket, right over his heart, where he knows he'll keep it until it's worn and unreadable. Not that it matters, because he'll remember it always.

As you watch him smooth his fingers over it, you laugh, "You know there's eleven more days of those right?" Your nerves are still simmering, he can tell, but you're thrilled for his reaction and eased with his earnestness and joy. He lets your words settle and then darts to the calendar on the side, he hears the twins opening theirs but barely cares.

You panic when you realise he's going to just tear the thing open for more of your feelings recorded in pretty stationary paper, before you throw yourself at his back, "Sylus! No! They're for other days!"

[jtownraindancer]

Where does one watch Sports Night 👀? Always ready for more Peter in my life.

a little birdie told me there's a google drive folder with seasons 1 & 2 as mp4 files floating around here 💚

[yeullove]

Dear RC, one mermaid story pleasee 🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏

[cautionwetfloor-png]

part of the problem is that one camp is telling others to not make any cake while refusing to make cakes themselves because they feel they shouldnt have to and its all very silly 😭

saiki k fandom can we please be normal i just got here bro. what.

also bonus doodle for you anon bc i like it when people ask me things. my actual thoughts are in tags But since this is the main bit people read: if people would like too ill happily do saiki k doodle requests lol

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Wes + This Look = Cozy Boyfriend Vibes

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Having now read the manga adaptation of Sasuke Retsuden, I noted a couple of changes where they gave Sakura some moments that actually were initially Sasuke in the novel (Sasuke is the first person to note that that ink paintings remind him of Sai, and he is the person who is marvelling at the beauty of the snow when the tyrannosaur makes its last attack). It's not any huge difference, but I did prefer the novel's choices there, because those moments do mean something for Sasuke.

However, by far the best change they make is that rather than ending the manga on the quite sad conversation between Sakura and Shikamaru around Naruto's deteriorating health, they have that conversation earlier and instead let them have a fun goodnight scene where Sakura gets to tease Sasuke (who hides in his own hair) and then they have a little moonlight canoodle on their balcony:

[ratstuckinamarble]

Hey! Saw you were having a bit of a rough time lately, so I wanted to sketch ya a quick little thing to keep pushing the jock Lagoona agenda hopefully help raise your spirits a little

I- thank you... I don't even know what to say. That's so incredibly sweet I'm kinda tearing up.

I'll always be here to pass the jock Lagoona agenda along ('-'*ゞ Gosh look at these cutiiiies, the vibe on all all your drawings of them is absolutely immaculate.

[ghost-proofbaby]

GHOOOOST as much as maroon has taken over every single brain cell of mine, i can’t seem to stop thinking about 24 hours!eddie and reader lately! they still got me on a chokehold!

i was just thinking, like in the long run, were they endgame? i know they’re head over heels for each other but like.....are they in it for the long haul? what would happen if like the topic of getting married or having kids was brought up, how are they both going to react? 👀

i’m not asking or forcing you to write a blurb out of this or anything so please don’t feel pressured, i’m genuinely just curious about their lore!!! 😭 and i also miss them so much lmao might end up re-reading the series again while waiting for the next maroon chapter ❤️❤️❤️

anyway i luv u and i hope you’re having a great day!

wanna know a secret? they definitely still live rent free in my mind as well.

they were definitely end game in the long haul of things. in my mind, it's actually funny, because i've thought about them watching their friends constantly getting into relationships and those relationships constantly ending, and yet they're still there and going strong as ever while everyone is just like "...what the fuck?"

nancy and johnathan would probably end up breaking up in the twenty four hours universe. that's actually canon based on a sequel idea i had. like, we're talking not very long after the events of the main fic. nancy would go to reader and probably rant in the midst of her heartbreak "i just don't get it. i thought me and johnathan - we were gonna make it, you know? i thought we had the perfect relationship. and, no offense, but compared to you and eddie, we did." (which she obviously doesn't mean, but she's just hurt and projecting. we all know nancy was a number one reader x eddie shipper). and reader could grow insecure about it and overthink, but when she ends the day getting to gossip all about it to eddie, he just scoffs and said "excuse me? what the hell does that mean? out of spite, we're definitely gonna end up growing old together. gonna mock them from across the retirement home as i kiss all your wrinkles. that'll show them." and she's just reminded that, oh, yeah. it doesn't matter what other people think. this is her idiot for the long haul. and spoiler: it isn't spite keeping them together. it's the way eddie looks at reader like she painted the night sky just for him. it's the way eddie is the first person reader wants to talk to in nearly every scenario, the way he's the first person her eyes draw to in every room no matter how crowded. they bicker endlessly, they aren't always acting the most lovesick and nauseatingly affectionate with each other in front of others, and there's certainly been plenty of fights where the gang holds their breath for the announcement of a breakup, but they always find a way to make it through. always. they're one of those couples, ya know?

and i could also ramble about the whole marriage/kid discussion, but i actually had a short one shot about it i wanted to write! i think i've avoided posting any of the excess content i had planned for them because i don't want to beat a dead horse, you know? it's been over a year now, and even though i love and adore them, i don't want to seem like i'm milking that universe haha. if that's something y'all would like to see now even though it's been so long, i am finally out of my funk with writing them and could probably post some of those one shots! especially because the way they go about conversations like kids/marriage is so fuckin funny to me.

i luv you even more, and hope you have the most wonderful of days, friend <3 thank you for not letting one, but TWO??? of my stories take up residency in your thoughts. it means the world to me and i'm giving you all the hugs and forehead kisses <3

[www-pinkhearse]

I’m sorry

[syn0vial]

i wish i could enjoy leverage but so much of that show is watching bad people getting their comeuppance in terribly uncomfortable ways and rather than deriving any pleasure from this, my anxious brain just kicks into overdrive of "what if that happened to us"

[desertfangs]

Daniel & or / Lestat

Opening sentence/prompt: Both Marius and Armand had warned Daniel not to let Lestat be a bad influence on him, and yet here he was.

5 lines whomst? Thank you for the prompt! I hope you like where I've taken it.

Both Marius and Armand had warned Daniel not to let Lestat be a bad influence on him, and yet here he was. With Lestat. Surrounded by fans who’d swarmed them in the middle of the Adventura Mall in Miami.  

Which of course was no accident. Lestat had encouraged it. Courted it. Was now clearly reveling in it. 

They’d come to the mall for an innocent enough reason: Lestat, having seen some new trendy sunglasses, was now determined to get a pair and he couldn’t do so on Night Island, even though Daniel was sure they were sold at the shopping center there. No, no, that was no fun and besides, they were already on the mainland. And Lestat wanted to see another shopping mall, wanted to revel in the accoutrements of modern life! Or so he told Daniel.

Daniel suspected he just didn’t want to go back to the Island. He’d come out of the room he’d been holing up in and had found Daniel in the parlor, where Daniel had been listening to music on his walkman. Lestat had pulled his headphones from his ears, bent down way too close to Daniel so that their noses almost touched, and said, “You have your hard-won immortality and you’re spending it on the couch?” 

Daniel had glared at him even as his pulse had raced at the closeness of his face, his breath on Daniel’s skin. He’d set the walkman aside, grabbed the keys for one of the speedboats, and brought Lestat over to Miami.

The sunglasses in question had been on an ad near a bus stop, sending them on their quest. They’d only been at the mall for maybe ten minutes when the speakers, which had been playing a selection of current top 40 hits, starting blasting one of Lestat’s songs. He stared humming along—loudly—and several people recognized him. By the time they’d reached the fountain in the middle, Lestat was loudly saying that it was one of his best songs and he was glad people had not forgotten him. 

The crowd had swarmed around them, asking for autographs, a few tourists pulling out cameras to get photos. Lestat had jumped up onto the ledge of the fountain, using it as a makeshift stage, ever the rockstar. And he looked the part, too, in his leather jacket and violet sunglasses, his blond hair loose around his face. Daniel looked more unassuming, his own blond hair short and feathered, in a gray sweatshirt and jeans. He stood on the floor in front of the fountain, awkwardly positioned between the group of onlookers and Lestat. 

Lestat signed address books and receipts, and, for those who had the tape on their person or ran to the music store to buy a copy, the linear notes from their cassette cases. Someone even produced a copy of his book. 

Just last night, Marius had been telling Daniel how important it was for their kind to keep a low profile, especially after what Lestat had done. This was the opposite of low. And the last thing any of them wanted—the last thing Armand wanted—was for people to come looking for them in Miami. Not just curious mortals who probably didn’t really believe, but people like the Talamasca, or intrepid reporters hoping to chase down what happened to the lead singer of The Vampire Lestat and finding their private island.  

“Where have you been?” someone called. 

Daniel searched the crowd and saw that a teen with facial piercings was the one who’d asked. 

“Ah, well, I’m afraid that’s a secret,” Lestat said, with a big wink. “But you’ll be able to read about it in my next book!”

The crowd went wild and shouted more questions, asking if there would be another album, new songs, what the new book would be called? Daniel spotted a security guard near the edge of the crowd, looking bewildered and unsure what to do. Clearly having a celebrity jump up on the fountain and draw an audience was not common place here and he had not been trained for it. 

Daniel had been so focused on the security guy that he hadn’t noticed Lestat was talking about his concert in San Francisco, and then suddenly he’d grabbed Daniel and yanked him on the edge of the fountain beside him. 

Lestat threw his arm around Daniel’s shoulders and gave him a conspiratorial wink. “Do you know who this is?” 

The crowd looked blank, no doubt racking their brains to think of everyone discussed in Lestat’s memoir, in which Daniel did not appear.

“How many of you read Louis’ damnable book, Interview with the Vampire?” Lestat asked. 

A few people whooped and hollered at that. 

“This is our infamous little reporter boy. The one who started it all.” 

One or two people looked impressed. Most looked uninterested. Daniel felt heat creeping into his neck and cheeks. 

“Don’t be shy, Daniel! Address your fans.” 

Daniel did not think he had many fans in that crowd and didn't dare read their thoughts to find out. He waved awkwardly. “Hi, it’s been great to see you all, but Lestat has an errand to run…” Daniel started. 

“Sing a song!” someone yelled. 

Daniel gave Lestat a warning look. Marius was already going to blow a gasket when he heard about this and he doubted Armand was going to be thrilled to hear Lestat had been parading around Miami announcing his whereabouts, either. 

Lestat shot a questioning look at Daniel. Daniel frowned, suspecting that trying to talk him out of it was liable to make things worse. 

“Unfortunately, without my band, I fear the show would not be up my rigorous standards,” Lestat said. “You’ll have to wait for my reunion tour!” 

Relief washed over Daniel as the crowd made disappointed noises.

Lestat let Daniel go, and Daniel jumped back down off the fountain, followed by Lestat himself. 

Daniel snaked through the crowd and Lestat managed to extract himself from their grasp, calling that they should look for his next book in stores soon.

“Was that really necessary?” Daniel asked. 

“Danny boy, let me impart to you one of the great lessons of surviving the centuries,” Lestat said, putting a hand on his back, the pressure of it reassuring through his sweatshirt. “Have fun.” 

Daniel looked at him. “Fun doesn’t always have to be reckless.” 

“Pfft,” Lestat said. “Reckless! I’ve been holed up for weeks. I’m allowed to stretch my legs.” 

Daniel didn’t bother to point out that no one had kept him holed up in that office. “There’s just been a lot of talk among the others lately about how we should conceal our existence.” 

Lestat gave him such an incredulous look that Daniel stopped walking. Lestat spun backwards to face him. “Ah, but don’t you see? The more rules they make, the more determined I become to break them all.” He grinned. He had a charming grin and beautiful, penetrating blue-gray eyes that made Daniel want to stare into them for hours. With looks like that, Daniel could see how he’d gotten away with everything that he had. 

“You’re going to get me into so much trouble, aren’t you?” Daniel asked.

Lestat winked. “Count on it.” 

He took Daniel’s hand and dragged him on toward the sunglass store. 

[the-haunted-office]

ooc: 'ew no' for doomsday ( bc im curious )

send ' ew, no ' for my muse to talk about something that really grosses them out

"Peas. I fucking hate peas! Like, I don't mind them so much if they're mixed in with something else like fried rice or curry or something like that, but by themselves? NO. They're little green balls of evil filled with MORE evil, and I hate the way the their little- their little outer membrane just bursts in your mouth and- they're disgusting!!!!"

[kyouka-supremacy]

Yknow I was really neutral about sskk, didn't have any strong opinions on it, but after reading the manga and beast and seeing all your sskk post, I think I've converted to a sskk stan 😭

[ateliaers]

wolf hall.

❛ will you think me sentimental, if i say i do not want to see you butchered ? ❜ @knight-serpentine.

❛ sentimental ? you ? perish the thought, dear mordred, ❜

it was but for the sake of a couple of inches that gaheris had to look up to meet mordred’s eye, but she did so willingly, winking at him all the while, the usual indication that her words had been but a jest, even as her hands continued to work at the buckle of her horse’s saddle. she was depriving some poor stablehand of their work, no doubt, standing out in the midst of the yard & preparing her own steed, but she found that, after so many years on the road tending to her own animals, no other could ever meet the standards she had grown accustomed to. of course, standing out in the open did leave her an easy target for conversations such as this, so perhaps she should simply lower her expectations, & avail of them next time.

❛ i think i’m more insulted that you still think i’ll get myself killed after all this time. haven’t you learned i’m invincible by now ? ❜ a grin this time, rather than a wink, before she finished her adjustments, & turned to face mordred proper, hands dropping to rest on her hips. ❛ ah, but let’s be serious for a second. are you really so concerned for my well - being ? i’ve survived everyone & everything the world has thrown at me so far, including agravain. I’ll be back before you know it, &, god willing, all in one piece, ❜

❛ unless you wish to come along & act as my protector, hm ? how gallant ! aren’t i lucky, that you worry for me so ? ❜