#This literally came to me in a dream

[demetera-kaziaik]

Just Married ❤️

[akekiitaz]

Durge: good boy.

Gortash: what did you say??

Durge: good.. boy?

Gortash *tearing up*: no one's ever called me a good boy ....

[thepurpleclownz]

Opening up V1’s chest plate just to find a hamster running in a hamper wheel with cheese tied to a string in front of it

[captain-303]

Maybe the real Silent Hill were the Marys we murdered along the way

[grimfox]

ephemera

tarnished cairns, askew.

escarpment's bluster-winds.

the end imminent,

truly.

star-lit wonderment consumes,

then feuling,

through me,

human beauty.

ruinous run through it.

all improvements:

posturing and stupid.

who had knew it suckled sacrilege

in soothe-said, subtle dreams?

the ivory between the lines,

left red.

the head,

and all the seams we weave to prove it.

suicidal,

or in line to fight the foolish.

frightened signs pursuant.

fluid realigning high-banks,

prudent,

in a night-deep,

white-streaked wound's rip.

siezing sighs,

denial ruthless.

and i don't mind the fruitless,

long as song is sung.

begrudging truth hits toothless, huh?

one under others,

plummit,

sum: unwon.

in fundamental shudders.

suffering erupting something other than

the unheard, stuttered utterance.

abandoned,

sundered,

done.

[yoshkerz]

ii 17 except instead of knife and suitcase being angsty and trashing on each other infront of cobs it’s infront of four and they’re arguing firey and coiny bfdi style

[furiosophie]

listen the tought of ghost being the resident cryptid of task force 141 is very funny to me personally

[echo-goes-mmm]

Anniversary Present (Oneshot)

My Writing Masterpost

Warnings: slight dubcon, manipulation, minor character death, blood, past stalking

“I’m hungry,” complained Victor. 

Henry glanced at the vampire, then into his side mirror. “I’m driving.”

“So pull over.”

“I can’t,” he protested. “There’s no place to park.” They had circled the lot once already, but there were no spots. If Victor hadn’t insisted on spending the weekend at the beach of all places, this wouldn’t have happened.

“It’s a Friday evening on a holiday,” he explained. “It’ll be a while.” Victor grumbled, but at least he seemed placated. 

It had been three years since Victor ‘claimed’ him like some sort of stalker, and Henry hadn’t been able to shake him. Now he was stuck with Victor, and sometimes he could fool himself into normalcy. Like some kind of fucked-up sitcom. See the vampire and his unwilling roommate, every evening at 7pm on FOX! Or something. Henry didn’t watch cable.

“Look,” said Victor, “there’s a spot.”

“Finally,” groaned Henry. Another car came down the aisle, and he put on the turn signal and waited for them to pass so he could pull in. But instead, the BMW swerved into the spot, nearly dinging him in the process. Asshole.

Victor hissed. 

“Don’t,” Henry said. “It’s literally okay.” 

Victor sighed. “Fine.” 

Eventually, they found a spot in another lot, but there was a fee. Henry grumbled as Victor drank an evening snack from him. What a jerk, and of course it was a BMW. Brand new, too. Henry thought of his 20 year old beater and tried not to be jealous.

Whatever.

Victor had made reservations to a nice restaurant on the boardwalk for the two of them, which was hilarious. Victor could eat human food, it just did nothing for him except taste good. He was always dragging Henry to fancy places.

The perks of having a rich vampire eat off him, he supposed.

Victor disappeared after paying for dinner, with a promise to meet him at the rental later. Typical. 

But Henry had a little cash to burn, and the boardwalk was fun. He ate frozen custard (peanut butter and chocolate) and looked at ridiculously priced swimsuits on sale. He watched people come in and out of novelty stores, and got himself a box of saltwater taffy. It was nice, he thought, as a charming family went into the amusement park.

Of course, the downside to this little vacation was Victor. He was going to do something this weekend, he could feel it. 

Henry was a snack, a little amusement that Victor liked to keep under his thumb.

Henry hated when Victor dragged home a meal.

He shuddered, the warm night air suddenly suffocating. He took another bite of his frozen custard and told himself not to think about it.

He got to the rental house hours later (after somehow mixing up where he’d parked) and Victor was there as promised. 

“So,” said Victor, “there’s this cute little diner in town. We should go there for breakfast.” 

“Yeah, sure.”

Victor frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I guess. Just tired.” 

“Oh. Well, the bedroom on the right is yours. Goodnight.” Suspicious.

“‘Night.” The drive was pretty draining, so Henry fell asleep quickly.

___________________

Victor dragged him to the diner around nine. He looked a little funny dressed in pants and a hoodie in this weather, but it was sunny out and, well, vampire.

Henry woke up in a much better mood than yesterday. He ordered a short stack of blueberry pancakes with a side of sausage and it was divine.

Victor bid him a good day after breakfast and went to sleep. Henry took the opportunity to spend the rest of the day at the beach. It was a great weather out, and he swam in the ocean a couple times before making it back to the rental. He even splurged and got some barbeque from a place on the boardwalk for lunch.

But soon the sun would be down, and Victor would be hungry. He headed back to the rental house.

After the feeding, he was more worn out than usual. He hadn’t been on a vacation in a while, and he’d forgotten how tiring it was to relax. He went to sleep soon after.

___________________

“Henry. Hey, Henry!” Victor whispered. He groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“What?” Victor’s red eyes glowed down at him. Victor flashed him a toothy grin. He glanced at the clock. Midnight. And why could he smell pizza?

“I got you a present.” 

“Huh?” 

“Just come see!” Henry stumbled into the living room and flipped the switch.

“Oh my god!”

A guy was tied up and gagged in the middle of the floor. Pizza boxes sat on the table, with a bunch of booze and soda. The man made a frantic sound from behind the gag.

“What the fuck?” he said. Victor flopped on the couch. He titled his head and grinned.

“It’s the man who cut you off earlier. And I also got dinner and that novelty soda you like. The one that tastes like sour candy.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

Fuck. Again? Victor had never been caught before, but this was insane. 

Why was his life like this? Ugh. Whatever.

He crossed the room and took a slice of pizza. It was amazingly good, actually. It really was true that the best New York style pizza was in New Jersey. He ignored Mr. BMW struggling against the ropes.

He twisted off the cap to the soda and some vodka. He was gonna need it. Henry turned back to the scene to see Victor teasing Mr. BMW. Muffled shouts came from behind the gag.

Henry knew how scary it was, seeing a vampire for the first time. But he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. It was normal, now.

“I think he wants to say something,” grinned Victor. He plucked the gag from Mr. BMW.

“I- I’m so sorry,” he said, looking back and forth between them. “Please don’t kill me!” he sniffed. Henry shifted, uncomfortable.

“You’re not sorry,” snarled Victor, “You’re just sorry you got caught. Nobody gets to be an asshole to my human. Nobody.”

“It’s just a parking spot, Victor. Not a big deal.” Victor turned to him. He shrank back. 

“You don’t get to decide that,” he said. 

“What-”

“I’m making your life better. Remember that boss you hated? I took care of it. And now you don’t hate your job. This is for you, Henry.” He yanked the man’s hair, baring his neck. 

He sank his teeth into the man, drinking long and deep. Henry’s mind whirled. Had Victor really been killing off everyone who was mean to him? 

Victor finished, the man’s head lolling. 

“Look at him,” purred Victor, voice husky. “He’s still alive. Think he’ll chalk it up to a dream, or pass on to the next life?”

He came close, blood smeared over his mouth. He stepped right up to Henry, taking his chin in hand.

Henry whimpered.

“Don’t be scared,” cooed Victor against his lips. Victor kissed him, copper on his tongue. 

What was happening?

Victor pulled away, pupils blown. His cool hand came to rest on his ass.

“Victor-” he started, but for some reason he couldn’t, didn’t, pull away.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. A curl of heat smoldered in Henry’s gut. “Three years,” continued Victor, “and I never told you that. Isn’t that strange?”

“Ye- yeah.” Victor pressed a kiss to his throat, mouthing up to just under his jaw.

“Wait-” he said, regaining himself. Victor paused, pulling away. “All those restaurants, all those presents, were- were they-”

“Dates? Yeah,” admitted Victor. “You needed a stronger hint.”

Fuck. He’d seen the way Victor looked at him, the way he waited in the car under a blanket for hours just for Henry to get off work. He thought it was just hunger, and it was, but it was more than that. And Victor was attractive, and mostly kind-

The dying man behind them groaned.

And it was too much. “I don’t want this,” he whispered. Victor stepped away, turning from him.

“Please,” said Henry, “I’m sorry-”

“No, you’re not,” said Victor. His heart sank. Victor was finally going to kill him. 

But then Victor turned, and he didn’t look mad at all. 

“It’s okay,” he said, stepping close again. And his eyes, they were so pretty now. So big and deep, and what was he thinking about? “You just need a little nudge.”

Oh yeah. 

Victor was attractive, and mostly kind, and took him to places he never could have afforded and-

He snorted. His life was already so goddamn weird.

“Sure, why not? It’s not like you’re going anywhere,” said Henry. “Might as well make the most of it.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” agreed Victor. 

Victor kissed him again, and they fumbled their way to the couch. He wanted Victor, and he wanted him now, witness be damned.

The man was dying anyway.

___________________

Henry woke up the next morning in a great mood. Last night was just… incredible. It was so obvious, he couldn’t believe he missed it.

He snuggled back into Victor’s cool arms. 

Sure, it was fucked up, but who cared? Victor was hot and financially stable (aka rich as hell) and took care of him.

It just made sense.

Maybe he could get a nice car if he asked Victor.

___________________

He was a genius. Just a little nudge. Wasn’t even cheating, really. Charming never worked for so long.

Henry still had his personality the whole night, so it didn’t even count as Charming him. Just a tiny, itty bitty nudge, and his precious little human had finally given in to his wooing. They had a wonderful night of pizza, drinking, and sex. 

So good.

Draining that pesky little boyfriend four years ago had finally paid off. 

He was an asshole anyway.

taglist: @paintedpigeon1

[metukika]

christams hallmark movie grown up terumob au

[shouldhavebeenpersephone]

Ianthe is what happens when you leave Coronabeth in purple shampoo for too long.

[anhedoniacity]

ഗOTL <- distraught elvis

[its-coda]

My take on the Suzaki twins. Incomprehensible hc dump below :

In summary, they were twins but after Ryo died, Masashi started to have an identity crisis.

Assassin/Bodyguard duo

Ryo is the older twin.

Ryo prefers using the dagger, occasionally uses the sword.

Masashi likes to switch it up more, especially making a show of it with the transformations, baffling his enemies. He becomes much more motivated when his enemies give him good reactions.

Masashi seems to be the more “responsible” one compared to Ryo because Ryo is more open to having fun and getting drunk in public, while Masashi is a bit more reserved bc he doesn’t like “making a fool of himself in public”. Usually ends up having to keep tabs on his brother from causing problems.

Despite that, Ryo is the more “mature” one of the two (at least when sober), with him being more level-headed and calm under pressure. Masashi is more prone to lashing out and getting carried away by emotions. They’re both pretty impulsive in their own ways though.

Ryo likes to act like he’s lazy and doesn’t care, but he’s actually really good and serious about what he does.

Masashi has a bit of an inferiority complex, and is constantly trying to one-up Ryo. Though whenever he tries to do so, Ryo ends up upstaging him. This has been how it is for almost all of their lives.

Despite constantly fighting, they work really well together, and are inseparable.

They understand each other really well, but they feel like they can’t ever be that close or truly vulnerable to each other. They can’t ever get along in the way everyone else thinks they do. They’re both fully aware of this, of them preventing themselves from getting too close.

They fight and kill together, yes. They drink and celebrate together, yes. They ask the other what they want for dinner, yes. But do they ask the other what’s wrong when they notice the other being quieter than usual? Do they apologize when their insult hurt more than intended? Do they acknowledge their constant need to be better than the other? ….No, they don’t.

What was supposed to be the usual job went awry when their opponent turned out to be stronger and more prepared than they anticipated.

While they did put up a good fight, one of their pursuers managed to catch Masashi off-guard, disarming him. They charged at him, and without thinking, Ryo stepped right in front of Masashi, taking the sword straight to his chest.

Ryo took the sword off, and killed them with it. Meanwhile Masashi didn’t know what to do, and just started yelling at Ryo for being so careless because HE’S supposed to be the calm one under pressure, instead of just blindly doing something stupid.

Ryo couldn’t say much, but he tried to calm Masashi down, like he usually does whenever Masashi got too hot-headed.

He didn’t make it, and now Masashi really doesn’t know what to do.

He started hanging around Earth Angel more, mostly because it was Ryo’s favorite drinking spot.

Almost no one knew about Ryo’s death, and if they asked, he just told them they went their separate ways.

People couldn’t really tell them apart when they’re together, and only going off of how they act compared to one another, so now people just assume which twin he was with no direct comparison.

Since Ryo’s death, he started going out to drink more, and he finds himself trying to act louder and more of a “cheerful” drunk because he doesn’t like looking so depressed in public.

Because of this, people started calling him Ryo. The Earth Angel mama, the regulars, and even his clients. He never bothers correcting them, though. He also only ever introduces himself as Suzaki, yet they always seem to call him Ryo or otherwise imply so.

He eventually joined the Yakuza, though I’d like to think he’s not part of the Matsugane Family. He’s from another family, and Hamura hired him later on because he needed an assassin.

No one in the family knows his first name, and the people of Champion District call him Ryo, so “Masashi” started to fade into the shadows, until even he isn’t sure of who he really is.

He kept spending his days at Earth Angel almost everyday. The other patrons kept asking him about “Masashi” and how he’s doing now. “You two were always together, so why haven’t we seen him by now?”

Someone heard rumors of him joining the Yakuza, and they all immediately assumed that was “Masashi”.

“Who knows, maybe he thought that would make him stronger than me. He’s just trying to act tougher than he really is.”

He never actually introduced himself with his first name, so he’s always just whoever people call him as, and he never stopped to consider who he believed himself to be.

He decided he was going to draw a clear line between “Masashi” and “Ryo”. He’s “Masashi” when he’s an assassin working for the Yakuza, and he’s “Ryo” when he’s getting drunk in Champion District. That’s why his whole “Ryo” persona is pretty two-dimensional, only centered around being a drunk getting free drinks from others, because he’s not exactly CLOSE with Ryo, at least not enough to know how he really thinks, and certainly not enough to act like him all the time. That’s the only thing he knew about him outside of being an assassin/bodyguard, and like I said, he drew a clear line between “Ryo” and “Masashi”, and being an assassin and all that entails falls under “Masashi”, thus having no place for it in “Ryo”.

The first time he ever introduced himself as Ryo was when Yagami wandered into Earth Angel. After that exchange, he wondered why he lied to Yagami. He never technically lied about his name before, but being “Ryo” when he’s at Champion District just felt so natural that being anything but “Ryo” feels so wrong. Maybe it’s because he can’t merge his two “lives” together. He knew Yagami when he was “Masashi”, and “Ryo” didn’t know Yagami.

So he kept being “Ryo” to Yagami, and when he grew to respect him, he decided to help Yagami fight the Keihin Gang without considering what that would mean to his separate “identities”. He would have to fight as “Ryo”, but fighting was only for “Masashi”, so that line between the two started to blur.

There’s a difference in lying about who you are exclusively in one closed space compared to lying about it in public. It stopped being the exception, and it started to feel real.

And now as he helped Yagami defeat the Keihin Gang, more people knew him as “Ryo” despite them knowing “Masashi”, because he couldn’t really hide his true personality all the time, especially when it’s not “Ryo’s” place to be.

Even Yagami noticed that “Ryo” doesn’t act all that different from his brother.

[clownfire]

You live as a boy, only to discover that you were a girl on the inside the whole time and also a bee

[xyliaxart]

I had a lovely dream last night. I was in a school gym doing like an obstacle course and they were throwing things at us that were supposed to be scary including a big bat and a little bat. and I caught the little bat and just kept it cause it was so cute it looked like this:

it was so round and fit in my pocket. I gave it scritches under its little chin

[yiirlzsinked]