#Vees Writes Stuff

[vergess]

My first thought thanks to an old comment of yours: Jonathan Harker/Jack Seward, kissing with teeth

It doesn't take much to split his lip. Wind chapped and cold in the continental autumn, so far from London's warm and putrid embrace.

He can tell the very moment Harker's seeking tongue finds the split, foreign spit stinging as his tongue laves across the raw flesh revealed, smooth and coppery. Seward makes every reasonable effort not to moan, and fails. It burns unpleasantly, and he cannot pull back. Not for anything. Not even when Harker's teeth catch on a ragged edge and peels it away, fresh blood welling up to meet his conquest.

This time he yelps, undignified, and Harker swallows it, sucking Seward's loosed lip between his own, and pressing down so, so slowly with his incisors. First pressure, then heat, then slow blooming pain, until Seward goes still and limp, unwilling to breathe lest Harker tear his face in two.

When he finally stops, Harker's lips are wet and red and so very whole. Seward, as is his lot, is not so lucky. Perhaps their next hotel will be near a pharmacy of some repute. A salve will be in order.

Particularly if this is going to continue.

[vergess]

It's not hard to fool the cops. They're pigs, after all. And while a pig is smart enough to kill a man and eat the evidence, it still can't tell the difference between a vet's office and a slaughterhouse until after you've loaded it onto the trailer.

The judges, that's harder.

You have to slog your way through the most tedious minutiae of a broken system, pretending to care at all. Learning all the witticisms that make you a member of their clergy.

They see you with your big brown eyes, your cherubic blonde curls, and assume you're stupid like the pigs. You talk circles around them with perfect citations, and they back down that little bit. A larger animal realizing you have venom in your teeth.

The politicians are the worst of it all. They know the smell of blood. They've had their share of demons with gold halos.

At least the tedious ones spoke clearly, had ambitions. These festering wounds gape vacant in the space around you.

But you're so sweet. Wide eyed, innocent, charming, smart but not scary.

They give you a pilot program: one wing of your very own.

There is no fooling the criminals. You wouldn't bother trying. Either they have the good sense to stay away, or the desperation to come closer.

40 kilos of charm, cheer, and sunshine.

It takes 6 months.

He's an older man, bald and sagging. He sits in the plush chair bolted in front of your desk, door left open to the guards outside. You and he both know that isn't for your sake, but you thank him anyway.

"I'll take your deal." He says, no preamble. You smile, warm and genuine, and offer for him to sit. You know it will be the most comfortable seat he's had in years. Decades maybe.

"May I ask why?" You say, polite but distant. No need to pour syrup down his throat. He came willingly, after all.

The man shakes his head. You nod. His reasons are of interest to you, but they don't actually matter. Maybe he's tired. Maybe he's hopeful. Maybe he wants to die.

"And your name, sir?" You say. As though his number isn't printed on his coveralls. As though he's even had a name since he came here.

He stares at you, dark eyes looking for the trick. You sit with your smile and your good humour, watching him in turn.

Eventually, "David."

"A pleasure to meet you, David. Have the guard escort you to my cell after supper, please." You say, and then gesture him away with a wave. As he leaves, you address the guard. "Would you mind closing the door? I'm afraid I have some new paperwork to fill out."

You laugh sweetly, and the guard laughs with you, his salute sloppy as he obeys.

==

Anthony L███, number ███, reports to your cell promptly that evening.

"How are you, David? Come in, come in." You wave to him from your perch on the top bunk, armed with a dozen slim, paperback novels covered in tacky horse paintings.

He looks tired. Maybe that was his reason after all. He also looks smaller, from up here, but that's to be expected.

When he hesitates at the door, you laugh lightly. "You can leave any time you like, David. They won't lock the door."

He coughs once, awkwardly, and crosses the threshold. "Thought it'd be different."

"Ah, well, it was enough trouble just getting a decent office in this place. I'm afraid a luxury suite isn't on your docket tonight! But, perhaps tomorrow evening?"

"Right," David says, slowly sitting on the lower bunk, thin mattress doing little to defend him from the creaking springs.

The cell door closes at 1900 sharp, but no latch clicks. David nearly jumps up anyway. You don't glance up from your paperback, but you do offer, "You can check it, if you like. Just don't actually leave once you open it, or you'll have to start over."

You're surprised when he doesn't actually stand up after all. Perhaps a little charmed. Whether he trust you enough to believe you, or just enough to know it doesn't matter either way, it's still quite the show of faith.

Silence settles for some time. At 2200, the lights cut out.

That's that for the whirlwind adventures of teenage horse girl melodrama.

"Time for bed, then!" You chirp. The bunk creaks around you as you settle under the thin blanket. Judging by the silence, David makes no movement to do the same.

You wonder if he plans to just stay awake all night in the silent dark. It's his business, you suppose.

"What are you?" He asks, eventually.

"Sorry?" You say. It's a bit cruel to him, pretending you don't understand. But there's no reason to go outing yourself for a strange prisoner. Besides, according to his file, he's here on triple homicide. There was a kid.

"Like, a vampire? A hypnotist? What are you? Why can you do this."

You laugh again, not the childish giggles you use for charming people. A big, shaking, uproarious laugh.

"A vampire," you gasp out, between heaving breaths and contractions of good humour. "You think I'm a vampire, David?"

"You know that's not my name."

"Well obviously not," you manage when you've finally calmed down. "I'm your warden, David. Why wouldn't I know what your state papers say?"

"Yeah, and what are you on top of that?"

"A prison abolitionist, obviously."

He huffs loudly enough to send his bedsprings creaking too, but he also seems willing to crawl under his blanket and be done. Obviously, he's realized whatever you're going to do to him, you'll do it whether he's awake or not.

Amazing how much trust he has in you. But then, humans are prey animals as well as predators, so perhaps its just good instinct.

You wait for his breathing to settle.

You wait for the occasional creaks as he startles back awake in fear.

You wait until the hypnotic effect of being in a room so identical to the one he has slept in for years has him firmly unconscious.

Then, silent and slow, you slip off the top bunk. Not a creak.

You sit on the floor beside his head, and you watch.

The lights will return at 0700.

David snaps awake almost an hour before then, in total darkness. Unlike the real cells, you don't have a mockery of a miniature window in yours.

"Good morning," you say, so that he knows you're there.

He screams, which is fair. He's had a very difficult night.

"Now, David," you say when his breathing has mostly evened out. "Are you going to do it again?"

The bunk beside you creaks wildly in the jerky rhythm of a shaken head.

"David, there are no lights, you have to answer me out loud. Are you going to do it again?"

His voice is soft and hoarse when he says, "No."

"Good boy!" You declare, hopping to your feet. "That's what I like to hear!"

0700 rolls around with no fanfare beyond the flicker and drone of fluorescence.

"You're almost done now," you reassure him. He's curled into a loose ball on his side, staring just to your left. His eyes are swollen and red, with deep bruises beneath them. For a man who got a good 6 hours of sleep, he looks exhausted. Slowly, you reach out to pat the top of his head, like soothing a child. He doesn't flinch. "Almost done now, David."

The last hour passes slowly, you petting his head, him breathing in dry gasps.

When the guard comes to open your cell on the morning rotation, you're incensed to see that he's come here without David's belongings. The sheer, damnable incompetence!

Pigs. Just clever enough to be stupid.

"Officer," you say sweetly through a sunbright smile, despite the fissile rage. "Thank you for coming to check on us! Would you mind terribly fetching Mr L███'s clothes for me?"

"Right away, ma'am," the piglet says, and departs. The idiot leaves your cell door open, too, despite your as of yet unprocessed and still very much arrested roommate's presence. Imbecile.

"Now then," you say, turning back to David on the bed. His eyes are focused on you, at least. He doesn't move. "Up you get, young man, we have business to attend to!"

You reach for his arm to help him up. Finally the man has enough sense to snap back from you, scrambling off the bed under his own power.

He sprints for the open door and you let him. It's the pig's fault either way.

But on the threshold, he pauses, skin turning ashen.

"Oh, right!" You can't help the single laugh. "The vampire thing! No, no, you're fine, David. It's well after 0800. Off you go."

He bolts.

Let the pigs deal with him. It's a prison, it's not like he can get anywhere in that state.Besides, you need a proper shower and a change of clothes. Sitting on a concrete floor all night isn't exactly the cleanest and most comfortable passtime.

You're not a vampire. You're not anything, really, except small and curly haired.

And memorable.

The nightmares young David had, watching himself from his victims' perspectives. The cold paralysis of dying. The feeling of his mind coming apart as his body fails. The betrayal of death at his own hands, knowing in the way of dreams that those were his father-neighbor-husband's hands. The breathless stretch of it, dreamy hours strung into hallucinatory months of cold, dark, nothing.

All the while, watched over by your big, brown, innocent eyes.

Those will be memorable too.

He'd said he wouldn't do it again.

You're inclined to believe him.

Death Row Inmates can have their sentence abolished if they can handle a single night in the same cell as you; the most innocent looking person they’ve ever seen.

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

🖤🌸 aka

@blackheartedblossom-anon

Here abt ur Nanami posttt. He’s not a rough lover at all unless you ask for it. And when you do it’s safe to say he’s still so caring that you wonder if he can be truly rough without the caring. He’d move his hips so sinfully… but whisper such praises into your ear, “just like that… damn, you’re so good for me…” until all you can hear is his voice- *cough* SORRY I JUST WANTED TO LEAVE THIS HERE FOR U

I was imaging those whispers and now I need to take a cold shower haha! ^_^

Yeah, I’ve always imagined him as a gently dominant lover, more into seeing you blush and relishing the fact he can make you so red. I think he would greatly enjoy embarrassing you over the fact that you want him so much.

He’ll laugh (with a lot of affection) as he slides into you, teasing how wet you are, or if you’re being very loud and vocal he’ll look at you with an amused smirk and say something like “The show hasn’t started and you’re already asking for an encore” or something like that.

He’ll tease you relentlessly, always keeping you right on the edge of climax until you frustratedly beg him for one, and he’ll probably kiss your face and say “Oh, was that the point of this?” His voice dripping with sweet sarcasm that makes you want to strangle him.

Anyway, sorry for rambling, it’s just that I rarely get a chance to talk about soft Nanami.

[massivelynervousprincess]

Just me being cheesy and feeling the love after feeling… empty?

Spent 2 days with my cousin and her amazing children and started this morning with a video call from my niece… I love them so much and feel the love and haismwpdheoans😭🥺🥹 this is what I needed

And I’m going for lunch with my friend and her family (I’m like her family’s permanent food/city tourguide since they’re from a different part of the country)… and she told me “you’re the little sister I’ve always wanted” and I was like “?????🥹😭” to the point she thought I was insulted/didn’t appreciate the comment 🤣🙈 ugh yeah…

Plus I got an adorable message from a mutual (HI KALI! 😘)

[imnotasuperhero]

✨ Promptober Wanda Maximoff edition ✨

I guess it's time I finally do one of these and so for the whole month of October I'll be writing either a blubr, a drabble or a fic (depending on how far the muses take me) with the prompt given for each day courtesy of @creativepromptsforwriting and maybe I'll be able to oil my writing skill. Hope you join me in this challenge! (days 1 and 2 will be posted/added soon since *coughs* I'm late as always)

The individual posts will be linked to their respective prompts for a better track.

Ruffled hair

Apple scent

Full of colors

Walks in the forest

Autumnal

falling leaves

chestnuts

umbrellas

Ravens

Oktoberfest

pumpkin spice

cornfields

black cat

spooky

first wine

flying kites

whispers

picking apples

ghosts

Sweater weather

acorns

pile of leaves

Harvest

fog

Jack-o-lanterns

campfire

witches

samhain

stormy days

seance

trick-or-treat

[abluechickenugget]

I've noticed there's a lack of vee and masha content on tumblr so here's a bunch for all the veesha addicts of tumblr

[vergess]

Chapter 3 is a go:

Read my thing! My self worth hinges entirely on a constant drip feed of external validation!

Also you don't need to have read the canon. Everything you need to know is in the fic or in the tags I *think.*

[milkbreadtoast]

Sakura Kiss English Lyrics

Was suddenly overcome by nostalgia and in a frenzy wrote my own english lyrics for Sakura Kiss (Ouran HSHC) just now while in the shower MFNSMND it was fun and I'm actually p proud of these... Sharing in case anyone wants to do a cover w these lyrics!!🥹 (pls credit and show me if u do🥺)

I also did a v quick recording (v out of breath😵‍💫) to show how the lyrics match up w the song 🫣 LMAO (i dropped my phone in the beginning KFJSJ)

EDIT: I did a new cover here! A bit less out of breath this time🤧

(raw text under cut)

Sakura Kiss

(milkbreadtoast ver)

KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE (HEY HEY HEY)

I've realized that all this time... you've always been right here with me

But is it hate, or like, or am I going crazy?

If i could look inside my heart

and see my feelings clear as day,

lady or host, it doesn't(/wouldn't) matter either way.

When love comes into our lives,

we dont always know why

but when i look in your eyes...

MAYBE YOU'RE MY LOVE

I want(/need) to see you now

so I can give you a cherry blossom kiss, and if your heartbeat skips then it's love you know!

Tomorrow's far away, let's focus on today

It's just you and me,

and this beautiful spring

is a flower's blooming hour of love!

(HEY HEY) MAYBE YOU'RE MY LOVE!

[beans-in-your-socks]

im planning on writing something so i need your help

what do you guys think about these?

[vhstown]

hey. 😁 i might as well ask since i haven't but what do you think of my writing style ‼️‼️

do you like it do you have any critiques n could you be specific about it i would appreciate any feedback really 👍

[quietlyblooms]

1, 2, 6, 8, 25 & 26 :> im a nosy mfer ~

nsft headcanons | @metrictita was curious!

Where are your Muse’s most sensitive erogenous zones?

chiyo's thighs, scalp, hands, and waist/lower stomach are all rather sensitive. i used to put her lips/mouth here, too, but i think it's more the actions performed and the visuals vs the feeling that sets her off there. her hands are sensitive thanks to her profession, though i'll admit the visuals come into play again -- if her partner licks her palm or puts her fingers in their mouth, she's a goner.

her thighs, scalp and waist/lower stomach don't require a visual to be sensitive, though. little touches, scrapes, or grabby hands upon any of these areas will be met by a rosy-cheeked chiyo <3

What are your Muse’s favorite sexual positions?

if chiyo's honest, she'll eventually admit that she really enjoys being bent over asdf it's the one position she enjoys regardless if she can see her partner's face or not, but there's major bonus points if her partner has her in front of a mirror. more if they don't allow her to look away, pulling her hair or keeping a firm grip on her jaw or throat.

otherwise, chiyo likes the lotus position ( particularly when she's feeling soft ), cowgirl, and being propped onto something like a table, counter, desk, etc. basically!! she enjoys being close, seeing her partner's face, and being on top whether she's leading or not.

What kind of porn does your Muse watch and/or would be interested in?

hmm, i think chiyo definitely sticks to stuff that appears to be couples filming together vs. staged scenarios. she doesn't like when the atmosphere isn't natural, probably bc it makes it hard for her to connect and get into the mood. as far as the particular type, i wouldn't be surprised if she watched a decent amount of oral and intercrural sex because 1. chiyo loves to receive but also give oral and 2. chiyo loves the idea of being used to get off. these are probably her go-to's bc she genuinely gets flustered trying to watch other videos that show more of the couple's faces and voices.

What are your Muse’s thoughts on one night stands?

99% of the time, she'd never go for one. chiyo needs emotional security too much to be able to engage in a one night stand, i fear. but the 1% would be a very particular ( admittedly cliché ) situation, like an extremely close friend offering to sleep with her so her first time could be with someone who cares about her. and chances are that she's in love with that friend :' ))) her affection is too tightly intertwined with sex for that to not be the case.

Would your Muse hide hickeys/marks on their body or wear them proudly?

if she's hanging around her home with her partner? she's wearing them proudly, maybe even flaunting them in hopes of getting a few more uvu if she's anywhere else, she's hiding them meticulously bc she'll die of embarrassment if anyone sees them asdfg chiyo likes her sex life to be private!!

How does a Muse’s behavior change regarding their partner after they’ve had sex?

hmm, i think chiyo becomes more physically affectionate? that's already her preferred way of showing her love, but then you add sex into the mix, and chiyo becomes very comfortable being physical with her partner, kissing them as she pleases, laying on them, purposely brushing against them, etc. it's sort of like being given the ' okay ' -- she can be affectionate and a lil suggestive when she feels like it bc they've reached that point in their relationship.

other than some nervousness after their first time ( bc chiyo will worry whether she did okay or not ), i don't think much else will change. if chiyo sleeps with someone, she clearly trusts and loves them like no one else she's dated. sex just sort of solidifies that bond rather than changing it at all <3

[decaf-mother]

Thinkin' about sex with Mermaid!Gaz. Excuse me while I scream.

[nyanko-sensei-tte-yonde]

im not a DfO believer but the idea of AfO's kid growing up to worship his 2nd most hated guy in the world is so so funny

[tvrningout-a]

i should've switched to writing original stuff ages ago bc i could've been overcoming writer's block if i did :' )

[vergess]

write some. erotic laios gore. unsure if laios is the gore or is making the gore. maybe both. who's to say

Whoops I forgot the eroticism because I accidentally one (1) Falin, and in a shocking twist, I don't ship those particular siblings.

I hope it passes muster anyway.

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The thing about slicing meat that people tend not to know is, different animals pull along the blade differently. Waterborne creatures come apart in strands that pop-pop-pop beneath the slick press of a fillet knife. Red meat is slow and heavy, gritty under the straining weight of a butcher's knife.

White meat cuts like stabbing.

Slippery, easily, awkwardly, the tendons scraping as they snag the blade and guide it between strands of tough muscle.

Even cramped with death throes and slowly cooling blood, the story the meat tells rings clear beneath his hands. A life of hard work, muscles crushing under their own wet weight. Limbs curl into their final rest in echoes of the animal sleeping. Skin is thicker over vulnerable cavities, thinner where joints ran and heaved.

Falin comes apart like a bird, scales peeling up at the corners after her skin is blanched. They pull free easily, nothing more than a soft suction every time one comes loose. The fine drool of plasm continues even after her hanging limbs finish draining blood.

Over the hours spent butchering and stringing, the heavy lumps of her finally legs go limp. The meat hangs from her bones. The first part of her body to realize it has died.

She's going to be delicious.

[somewhere-to-be]

some things I like/find interesting about succession's writing, in no particular order:

there are no flashbacks. ever. (not that flashbacks are always bad but it's fascinating to see how much they accomplish with a straightforward linear story)

the characters drive the plot. it's a tragedy of their own making. the roy siblings at any point could've just fucked off with their money and live in peace but no they can't not have the attention.

the dialogue. oh, the dialogue. there's creative insults, awkward babbling, grand metaphors, corporate buzzwords. it's so absurd that it almost shouldn't work but it does.

unexpected things sometimes happen not because of villainous plotting but because life is random.

everyone sucks but you'll still find yourself rooting for everyone at some point (except logan, because fuck logan)

and it's so funny. it can be devastating with its emotional moments but it can also be so, so funny.