#and fanfics (youtuber curse)

[logosbot-tm]

I find it a tad bit funny that ppl are surprised at Grian having knowledge of the canary curse, but like... dudes, that's like the most well-known curse that the life series fandom has created.

Like there's animations on YouTube, it's mentioned in tiktoks, ppl have talked about on twitter and reddit, it's not just a thing here in the tumblr community.

Also, the Hermits/Lifers (do we have a name for the life series crew? Or? Either wait, calling them the lifers.) have always had knowledge of the shipping. Even back when it wasn't particularly accepted in the fandom, the Hermits very much knew that they were shipped.

And they obviously still know.

Yes, we try to keep all of this mostly to our own space, but guys, they've always had some form of knowledge about what goes on in the fandom. I don't know why people are surprised about it.

Their career is on the Internet, and it's pretty difficult to have a career on the Internet and not see the things going on.

Also, some life series people and some Hermits... do have tumblr??? Yall know that, right???

[kittydoremi]

I know it's kinda generic, but idk I think this song fits Sonic in my Cursed Sonic au (Sonic The Night Giant) really well 🦔🌙💜

Let's just say that the curse not only gives Sonic a new form, but also affects his emotions...

[kozmicmizuu]

yall… a kimetsu academy au by kozu?!?!?? yes, and it’s silly…

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okay so it’s like completely normal ya know?? the main three getting bullied by their teachers and struggling with homework

but the school has a super cool and awesome secret— and that’s that the school has a youtube channel for some reason idk

the content isn’t really school related at all, it’s just— staff having fun and being silly(ex. The Boys and The Group Chat on youtube :3)because i feel like the students forget that their teachers are like— mostly in their early twenties.

it’s literally whiplash that zenitsu, tanjiro and inosuke got when they first found the youtube channel. they saw sanemi and obanai having FUN and SMILING and LAUGHING— shocking

also yes giyuu does actually smile canonically in kimetsu academy #thats adorable

back to the silly content, it consists of some reaction shit and irl silly hangouts and games they make

giyuu (unfortunately) is the mf that gets peer pressured into playing the horror games. he’s the only one that was willing (forced) to play. he’s really good at them but he is SKITTISH and gets scared easily— long story short he’s a pussy when it comes to games. tengen and kyojuro are the ones that join him the most

also uno is banned from being played in the school grounds, they got too violent and tengen had some explosives on hand

also here’s some silly lil scenarios mweheheh

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giyuu, playing “Silent Breath” trying not to say anything too loud: fuckfuckfuckfuck—

*gets jumpscared like the idiot he is.*

giyuu: FUCK YOU- YOU DUMB BITCH—

the other teachers in the next room, hearing the screams of fear and anger:

tengen: damn, that’s the fourth scream today

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rengoku: you guys!! wanna play uno??

obanai: i thought we weren’t allowed to play that?

everyone looking at giyuu, who is the one who enforces rules:

giyuu: what- oh.. technically we can’t play the card game…

everyone: :(

giyuu: but… no one said anything about the online version

tengen: LETS GOOO

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kanae: how about a more relaxed video for this week?

gyomei: i agree with the idea of a more peaceful video

sanemi: that’s so boring to- lets do something insane— like going to haunted place!

tengen: hell yeah!! let’s do that!!

giyuu: 🙁

kyojuro: it’s going to be okay giyuu!! i’m sure you’ll be fine!

he did not end being fine btw, being a medium makes his life hell

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[elinormakara]

Yuji: Merry Christmas Megumi! Here, I got you something! Megumi: Merry Christmas Yuji, I got something for you too.

A watercolor painting I done last Christmas (2023). I liked the idea of Sukuna being upset on Christmas Day - being alone and still having some feelings that made him human. Deep down he wanted to be accepted not disgraced.

It'll be lonely this Christmas ~ ((One of the songs that influenced my writing of Rebirth Chapter One, my Ryomen Sukuna fanfic and this watercolor painting! - find my writing on my Wattpad and AO3 in my bio under 'My Links'))

Thank you for checking out my work! :)

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[azuramarigold]

How Uncle Satoru and Yuji would hang out casually during "Cursed Vessel".

Nanami would be irritated that Yuji is covered in paint and Gojo didn't clean him up.

[kristylime]

WWDITS Fanfic Rec

In addition to re-blogging great memes, art, interesting reflections, and making posts to plug my own fics, I would also like to plug some other cool What We Do In the Shadows Fics that I have read.

To start this series off-

Spotlight on:

You Don't Know What I'd Do For You by PocketFullofBats aka @someguywife

Simply put, this is drabble (just shy of 2,000 words) focusing on Nandor’s feelings that his vampirism is a curse that he does not wish to pass on to Guillermo.  Because he cares about him. 

This is angsty AF. But sometimes, as we all know, it feels good to get in touch with our tortured feelings about Nandermo.

Summary:

And there lay his problem.

Nandor could accept the loneliness he had been damned to, or he could finally give Guillermo what he had promised; cursing him to suffer the same perpetual existence. It was a choice he was forced to make, a choice he could only put off for so long.

This fic is also partially inspired by a song, “Habits” by Genevieve Stokes. 

This is a very fitting Nandermo song.  I was particularly struck by the Nandor vibes specific to feeling a bit at a loss for understanding.

Specifically in this fic, he reflects on his attempts to navigate life in a world that frequently no longer makes sense.  He pushes away the person he cares most about because he doesn’t want him to suffer the same fate. The burden of the knowledge that everything is fleeting… power, family, and love.

This experience is not a gift that Nandor wishes to bestow on Guillermo. 😭

Please stop by and take a look! If you enjoy, please show some love with Kudos and comments!

[donfadrique]

Really nice WDZ fanvids by @allerod 🌵🍊

Once again. I'm not going to write an article about my fave Captain Monastario (like this one https://elzorro.net/en/the-best-of-the-worst-the-phenomenon-of-capitan-monastario/), I'll just translate my fanfic dedication into English :)

'And I also wanted to somehow, let it be in an entertaining way, honor the memory of Britt Lomond—a talented theater and film actor, screenwriter and writer, Olympic-level swordsman, professional designer and artist, and an award-winning participant in WW II and the Korean War.'

I don't think I need to explain why, besides Monastario I'm interested in Zorro :)

But I want to emphasize that although I read romantic stories about this couple, I write about their relationship on background of real historical events (in 1820 there was a Civil War in Spanish America). Any kind of relationship. Some people don't understand me, some ppl don't see the 'chemistry' between the actors, but all the actors (and Guy Williams personally, if I'm not mistaken) said that there was magic on the set (I mean, when Britt Lomond was in the show).

I say this so that no one will say that I'm fascinated by Comandante's blue eyes xD The eyes are beautiful, of course, and I'm bisexual, but that's not the point :) Anyway, nevermind xDD

P.S. Still, good fanfiction about Enrique/someone or Diego/someone I read. But now I try not to do this, I'm writing my stories unforgivably slowly :(

[tasty-soda-pop]

Some of these cowards didn't have internet access in the mid-2010s and it shows

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

WARNING: NEW HARRYMORT FIC IDEA COMING THROUGH

Alright I’m obsessing over this fic idea I had at work today! Like I’m fucking feral. I WANT! I WANT! I WANT! GIMME IT RIGHT NOW!!

So here’s the story, I was listening to my Spotify Playlist for Unspeakables, Dark Lords, Time-Travelers, Oh My! and Hayloft II by Mother Mother came on.

(I can’t express how much I love this song btw.) And it gave me this really cool fight scene for a future chapter of UDLTTOM, but it also gave this fic idea that has fucking snatched my soul. Because if you change just two words of the lyrics (Gun to Wand & Shot to Curse) you get this:

“An eye for an eye,

A leg for a leg,

A curse to the heart doesn’t make it unbreak,

She really didn’t wanna make it messy,

She really, really didn’t, but the girl gone cray!

Oh, my baby’s gotta wand,

My baby’s gotta wand,

My baby’s gotta wand,

I better run.

My baby’s gotta wand,

It goes boom-boom-crack-ga-ga-ga-boom-boom!“

Does this not sound like a Weird Sisters smash hit? Like I don’t have the words! But the whole song, once you change those two itty-bitty words turns into a witch’s revenge story of a father who killed her muggle lover and she hunts him down and tortured him to death.

So with that in mind, you might be wondering: “Okay, so what’s the premise?” And I’m gonna tell ya’!

Premise: A soulmate/ soulmark AU & a Merope Guant revenge fic on her father Marvolo Guant and brother Morfin Guant after they murder her muggle “soulmate” and his family, but twist Tom Riddle Sr. isn’t Merope’s soulmate cause after he dies her mark doesn’t turn black & her mark is such a generic phrase a: “Pardon me, Ma’am” that she mistook Tom Riddle Sr as her soulmate, but twist numero-dos she had to dose him with a love potion to even get him to look at her and when he asks her to marry him Marvolo and Morfin Guant kill him & his parents & burn down the Riddle manor. Of course, when the Aurors start investigating Merope points them to her father & brother. But there’s no proof & the investigation goes nowhere. Then Merope finds out she’s pregnant, steals the locket, flees her family, abandons TMR at Wool’s Orphanage, and goes hunting for her true soulmate (who she can’t find because her soulmark is too fucking ambiguous) and she looses her mind over it. Years later, Merope goes back to Wool’s to see her son, preHogwarts, thinking he might be her soulmate but the first words he says are: “What do you want?” & he’s not her soulmate, but he’s the spitting image of his father that she decides to make him her soulmate when he’s older. And this is where she SNAPS 🫰 & makes up her mind to go after her father and brother take them out of the picture in the most brutal, torture-porn, dark magic way. And this time—The Aurors actually do their job & Merope gets sent to Azkaban. Years later, when Tom is searching into his family he finds out Merope is still alive, in Azkaban, pay pays her a visit learn about who he is. She tells him her life story & right then & there Tom swears off ever looking for his soulmate, because just like his mum TMR’s own soulmark is a ambiguous mark, one word “Liar”, (& the first person who ever called him a Liar was Billy Stubbs.Tom was certain that couldn’t be his soulmate.) & murders Merope after she tells him her plans for them to be together (like together-together), using her to make the ring horcrux. And another twist-biggest-twist-ever this whole story is told by Snakey Voldemort in the graveyard to Fem Harry (a.k.a soulmate-he tried to murder) as he tells her the prophecy the foretold his downfall & he went after her (because she was female) & sent Bellatrix after Neville (just in case, to cover his bases).

Don’t know the ending yet. But yeah, that’s basically everything I got so far. Almost a whole fucking outline—Gwaddamn! But I want this so, so bad! But I have too many WIPs and I can’t write it right now! Why 😩.

Working title: Curse Me Good

Because Curse Me Good by The Heavy was the other song I’ve been listening to on repeat today.

Edit: Possible endings—

Either Ending A (Voldemort kills Harry at this end of this tale), Ending B (Harry escapes & events continue more or less canonically), or Ending C (Voldemort realizes Harry’s a horcux & forced her into a political marriage for peace & the wedding band is the Guant ring).

I personally like Ending C, but I feel like that would be a mega long fic, where maybe Ending A could be wrapped up in a short novella. Ugh I’m torn.

[alastor-simp-page]

AHHH STOP NOT THE NIGHTMAN! Actually it fits Alastor kind of. MEET CUTE I can't im crying. It so nice to see another Hazbin Hotel/Always Sunny in Philly lover out there!

Alastor would most certainly be fascinated with Charlie Kelly. I mean Niffty is crazy. Charlie is crazy. Both of them are not okay in the head.

I will never get enough of that episode. Its a masterpiece through and through.

Honestly though I would read/write an Alastor x Charlie Kelly crackship fanfic.

I am in Love with Charlastor

Look at these cuties walking through cannibal town arm in arm. THEY ARE SO CUTE! HE'S SUCH A GENTLEMAN! OPENING THE DOOR FOR HER!! AHAHAHAHHAA

No kidding. You know what I'm done dancing around the daunting Charlastor ship. I'm just gonna do it.

Shoot me some prompts if you would like. But I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna write it. It might be terrible BUT LETS DO IT! Starting with one-shots first, ha. I'm not that confident to plunge headfirst into a Charlastor fic YET.

I don't know why I love Charlastor. I think I love it more than RadioApple. It just has that exciting feeling to it. Two people on opposite sides of everything: the pessimist and the optimist (Obviously Charlie). The one who wouldn't hurt a fly and the one who would kill someone if they looked at them the wrong way. Charlie's smiles are sincere and she wears them all the time. Alastor's smiles are a way to deceive his enemies and he wears them all the time. The absolute sweetheart and the tall dark brooding psychotic gentleman. And for some reason they look so DAMN GOOD TOGETHER! And the ship is even more spicy because Lucifer despises Alastor.

I am not ashamed to admit it: I love the dramatics. Charlie and Alastor are meant for the stage. Why not have their lives together be a twisting turning show? (I do not want this in real life) ITS ROMANCE! GIVE ME THE DRAMA! GIVE ME THE ANGST!

Okay one more gif:

Side note its random but Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia is a FIRE SHOW! Oh ha I just realized Charlie is in this gif too. SEE CHARLIE SUPPORTS ME! CHARLIE MORNINGSTAR (Not Charlie Kelly) BELONGS WITH ALASTOR!

Damn it, I'm yapping on tumblr when I should be writing.

[tinylilacbun]

Do you think you could write a fanfic about rafe coming home after a really hard day in particular of dealing and they didn’t get as many sales as usual and Berry and rafe were pissed off at each other so instead of coming home and being all sweet and clingy to age regression reader he yell’s at her for accidentally getting paint on the table well painting him a picture and he yells and screams at her and she runs and goes and hides, and he ends up finding her in the back of the closet and pulls her out and apologizes then he comfort her after yelling saying how he never meant to scare her:3🦈🎀

Painting and Yelling

Pairing: daddy!rafe x little!reader

Warnings: age regression, yelling, mentions of drugs/dealing, hurt/comfort, some cursing

Today has been exhausting for Rafe, not only didn't he make the promised sales but also came into a conflict with Barry because of it and now they're not talking with each other.

When Rafe called you to tell you that he's on his way back home you could hear that he's upset and exhausted, so the second he hung up you quickly gathered art supplies to draw him a picture to cheer him up.

Since you want this one to be special you decide on painting with acrylic paints instead of crayons. You are so focused on drawing the picture, using all the tips you can remember from those videos you watch on YouTube sometimes that you don't notice the paint you accidentally get on the table and the sleeves of your hoodie.

The sound of the front door opening and closing, indicating Rafe's arrival has you squirming on the chair with anticipation of his reaction to your picture that you have put a lot of effort in.

Rafe enters the living room, rubbing the back of his neck as he makes his way over to you. "Hey..."

"Hi daddy! Look what I made for you!" You smile at him, holding up the picture for him to see.

He doesn't look directly at what you were holding up but more at the mess you made on the table and yourself. "What is this?"

"A picture..." You frown at him, isn't it obvious? It's not the first time you gave him a drawing, so his reaction confuses you.

He breathes through his nose, pinching the bridge of it with his fingers. "I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the damn mess you made."

As you finally look at the table and take notice of the paint stains on it and on your sleeves. You start to try and explain yourself. "I just-"

"God I- I had a long fucking day and the last thing I wanted was to take care of shit like that. Can't you just once- just once, use the few brain cells you possess or is that too damn hard!" He suddenly interrupts you, his voice rising.

Before his brain can comprehend what he just did, seeing the way your eyes widen and fill with tears, your bottom lip quivering, he opens his mouth to apologize but you quickly get up and bolt out of the room and upstairs.

"Wait- baby!" He calls after you, his head dropping as he hears a door slam shut.

He runs a hand through his hair, cursing at himself for shouting at you when he promised himself that he would never let that happen and still couldn't keep his temper in check yet again.

Glancing at the picture on the table he felt even worse. He grabs it, a small smile on his face at the different shapes and messily drawn 'daddy' in the center of it.

Meanwhile you are hiding in his closet, picking at your lambs fur with tears rolling down your face constantly, trying not to sob out loud. His words hurt you deeply, even more so that it was directed at your little self.

You hear footsteps approaching the bedroom and push yourself more into the corner of the closet, pulling your knees to your chest as the bedroom door opens.

"Baby?" Rafe calls out again softly, not surprised he doesn't receive an answer but notices his closet door slightly ajar and walks over to open it.

He sees your sock-clad feet beneath his hanging clothes and crouches down, his heart breaks at the sight of you, your cheeks wet and avoiding to look at him.

"I know you probably don't want to have anything to do with me right now but...I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have yelled at you and said those things. I'm sure you don't believe me but I didn't mean anything I said... you're- you're the smartest little someone could wish for and I'm so thankful for being allowed to even see this side of you." He starts reaching out to rest his hand on your knee, his thumb rubbing over your skin.

He waits a moment to see if you will reject his touch, when you don't he takes that as a sign to continue. "I really like the drawing you made..."

You lift your head when you hear the rustling of paper, seeing him admire the picture with a smile.

"It definitely deserves a special place on the wall." He says, straightening himself and walks over to the cork board that already has a few of your pictures pinned on it.

You slowly crawl halfway out the closet to watch him hang it up. He steps back to look at it again, a hand on his chin as in deep thought. "I think that's the best one you made so far."

"Really...?" You sniffle.

"Really." He confirms, stepping closer to you and holding his hand out. You hesitate for a moment before placing your hand in his, letting him help you up. He instantly pulls you into his arms, holding you in a tight embrace and kisses the top of your head. "I'm really sorry...I didn't mean to scare you or anything. Think you can forgive me?"

You think for a second, pulling your face from his chest. "Can I has ice cream?"

He chuckles, relieved that you seem to accept his apology. "Of course, baby. You can even eat on my bed and watch a movie, sounds good?"

"Two scoops and sprinkles." You look at him seriously and he sighs, pressing his lips into a thin line.

"Fine, but only if I get a kiss." He smiles at the way you quickly stand on your tiptoes to peck his lips. "Another?"

"Daddy."

"Okay, shouldn't push my luck, I get it."

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[kittydoremi]

Picking out more songs for my Cursed Sonic (Sonic and The Cursed Bracelet) au playlist, and realizing a lot of the night music from Unleashed fits Night Giant Sonic. Probably bc the au takes inspiration from the sonic the werehog lol.

Things may or may not get dangerous later in the fic... 😬

[frothingatthemaw]

> puzzling

summary: vessel and reader do some puzzling. pairing: vessel x gn!reader warnings/tags: softbf!vessel, clingy!vessel, mentions of guilt, reader has autistic/adhd traits, use of petnames (love, darling), slightly suggestive (if you want to view it that way), bad dialogue. word count: 1.2k a/n: i was compelled by thoughts about this while watching a puzzling youtube video, this was supposed to be a very small thing but turned into this. also my first sleep token fanfic so please be nice to me. this hasn’t been proofread either, apologies for typos or something of the such.

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You had decided to take up the challenge of completing a puzzle. This was something you hadn’t done since childhood, a hobby that would take up some hours of your time at Christmas, as your family seemed to like gifting you puzzles. You didn’t mind though, even as a child you enjoyed sticking the pieces together. This struck your love for them at all.

By this time, you had been going at this specific puzzle for just over a few hours. It was 1,000 pieces; you knew what you signed up for. It had taken over every bit of your attention, completely engulfed in the task at hand. If there was one thing about you, it was that you never left something half finished, so you’d be damned if you left the dining table with the puzzle yet to be completed. 

Still yet, this was taking longer than you remembered it took you when you were young, too, which was frustrating. You tried not to think about it, tried to not blame yourself too badly for being slow at this. You brushed it off on your child mind being much sharper than these days, and also the time it had been since you puzzled last. Benefit of the doubt. 

It had been so long you'd been at this, in fact, that your boyfriend had started to feel abandoned to the point of waddling his way into the dining section of the kitchen in your shared apartment. You didn’t quite catch the blanket he had wrapped around his shoulders and draped over his head, he was only a blur in your peripheral vision, and you had vaguely heard his footsteps. You’re thankful you heard him because you can feel that you would’ve jumped out of your skin at his touch on your shoulders if you hadn’t. You let out a small gasp despite this. 

“Still going at it, love?” Vessel asks you, hands slipping over your shoulders more. 

You hum back to him absentmindedly. Your eyes were darting across the pieces laid out across the table, furrow in your brow. It was becoming a little infuriating that you couldn’t find this specific piece and your brain wouldn’t allow you to move onto the next until you found this one. A huff comes from you. At this, Vessel starts to massage your shoulders. 

“Do you need help?” He speaks again. You notice that his voice sounds tired. It makes you feel a twinge of guilt that you can’t dwell on. 

He leans down, hands still on your shoulders, leaning his face against yours. He places kisses along your jaw, up to your check, back down to your neck. He missed you.

“Can you see this piece?” You point at an empty space in the already assembled other pieces. “I can’t fucking find it and I’ve been looking for ages,” you sigh. You finally allow yourself to feel some of his touch.

Vessel angles his head to get a better look at the puzzle sprawled on the table. He’s still close to you, enough where you can hear his breathing. You feel the blanket around him, falling further back into the chair to try your best to be closer to him. Something about Ves being like this makes your core melt. You adored when he was all soft and cuddly. Especially for you.

His fingers brush through the small pieces of printed cardboard, eyeing them with the same intensity you had been before. He sucks in a breath while he picks one up, then places it into the spot you’re trying to fill. It slips into place perfectly. You almost want to curse him for it. 

Instead, you opt for saying, “Maybe I should’ve recruited you to help me earlier.” Your tone sounds tired, even you can hear that now. 

A dry laugh comes from him, you stare at the smile on his face. He looks proud. You want to bite into him. “I think you need to take a break, darling.” 

Okay, yeah, you did need to take a break because a headache bursts through you at full force. You’re not going to tell him that. 

You’re reluctant to reply, but you eventually settle with, “I really want to get it finished first though.” You pout at him, sinking a bit down the chair. 

Vessel’s hand squeezes at your shoulder, planting a kiss to your neck in unison. “Let me help you then.” 

“Do you really want to?”

“I miss you,” he says. Your heart aches a little. Maybe a lot. 

“Sorry,” you mumble. You didn’t mean to get so focused on this that you blocked everything out, including him. 

He leans backwards, standing straighter. He takes your chin into his hand to make you look up at him. “No sorries, yeah?” 

You nod. 

“Good.” He leans down to kiss you, lingering there, he savors it. He tastes you, slowly. It was a hunger in his stomach that had been building for the last few hours, and he was taking his time to satisfy it. If the puzzling hadn’t melted your brain, his lips and tongue finished that for you. 

When he pulls away, the way he looks at you only amplifies the puddle you’ve become. Vessel had this way of his eyes saying how much he simply adored you. It was identifiable, instantly, and it never failed to do its job. 

“Wanna get up so I can help you?” 

Your brain didn’t understand at all what he was implying under the fog he placed upon you. It wasn’t until he took your hand, pulled you up, sat down in your place, and tugged you back down to sit on his lap that it clicked. All of it seemed like a blur to you. You were having trouble processing things. 

This feeling dissolved when Vessel started questioning you about what you were planning on looking for next, asking about your sorting arrangement as well. The questions were grounding. Ves also had a way of doing that, placing you atop clouds and bringing you back to Earth in the same breath. 

And so, the next while was spent with you on his lap, the two of you finding it much easier to finish the puzzle together rather than you on your own. This didn’t mean that he didn’t get distracted a few times by kissing your neck, saying that he’s proud of you, and reiterating how he had missed you. 

After the puzzle had officially been approved by you as accomplished, Vessel had dragged you to bed with him. Here took place of many sleepily shared kisses. 

“No idea how much I needed this,” he told you between the kisses. 

You wanted to tell him that you couldn’t tell him either, that this melting of your chemical compounds was needed in a form of saturation. The shaking of his hand as it came up to hold your face almost broke your skull in half. He licked into your mouth with more hunger than in the dining room, believe it or not. 

The act of this had lasted until neither of you could not go any longer, jaws almost sore. And the exhaustion was an honorable mention too. You couldn’t have even guessed how much time had passed. Though, it didn’t take any time at all for Vessel to put both of you to sleep through his whispered praises to you. Even in a state of deliriousness, he couldn’t help but to utter how much he yearns for you.

[hanzajesthanza]

Andrzej Sapkowski - interview for Inny Świat, July 2003

IŚ: Do you ever find yourself guided by sentiments when developing the plot? Do you have reservations about killing off a beloved character or do you consider only the goodness and truthfulness of the story being told? Have you felt sorry for any of Geralt's team members? Andrzej Sapkowski: I completely fail to understand where there is room for regret here. Or for sentiments. Since this is not the first time I have heard such a question, I will answer with a counter-question. Do you really think that my plot plans, the development of the action that I assumed, could have included something that did NOT happen in the plot? That, for example, I planned in the initial phase of writing that the archer Milva would fall in love with the vampire Regis, and that the feeling would be mutual, that they would get married in the end and have lots of children, vampires who were accurate shooters with bows. And then suddenly, while writing - bang! Clink! Thud! The pen moved, Milva was dead, the vampire was dead. Pity, oh my, oh my, terrible pity. Oh, what a pity. And it was going so well! Do you really not notice the downright ridiculousness here? Do you? So why the hell do you keep asking the same ridiculous questions?

i just keep thinking:

the most ridiculous thing sapkowski could think of on the spot as an example of something stupid that he would not ever plan to write was milva x regis

the idea of this crackship taking place is just about as ridiculous as the concept of them not dying

further explanation: "the hanza is platonic friends and also they are doomed to die together forever what don't you understand about that"

i have something to share with the class

[mothinabottle]

Jordan as a secret Ao3 hardcore smut writer. Like, explicit kinky no beta we die like men death dove do not eat fanfic about characters in the novels they read (cofRaulandJanetcofcof). Yet they still look at you with the most innocent and calm smile you've ever seen even after getting caught.

They are just writing to practice their skills and caution people about the dangers of lust, after all...

Whitney with a secret youtube channel where they unbox plush toys. Sometimes unboxes Barbie collection dolls or even cute onesies. They don't show their face.

Had to start using a voice changer because someone almost recognized them once.

(Also always falls for the claw machine shit whenever they see a cute plushie they really REALLY want. Curses under their breath each time they fail to get it. Might hit the machine out of frustration, too)

Kylar using The Sims to plan their perfect life with you. Downloaded a shit tons of mods to customize your character to perfection. (And of course they have Wicked Whims on it. C'mon, is that really a question?)

Drowned every sim that tried to talk to you. Firmly believes that a happy life with you in the sims must be a sign that you two will end up married in real life (Kinda like an amarre of some sorts)

Busy me having some brainrot that I wanted to draw yet I am still unable to (Sighh)