#and liked these enough to post them by themselves too hehe

[fragarianmusings]

This is something I've been leaning towards from the media I've consumed over the years (especially from my preteen vampire phase lol) and after much considering, may well apply on my own personal take in any of my oc universe/s that involve vampires and the like. I like the thought of there being two different ways to turn: drain, then feed and dying with a significant amount of vampire blood in your system. To elaborate:

First, drain then feed. It's been used in a lot of vampire media and is one of the most common methods, and for good reason. It adds that extra layer that ensures the vampire doesn't carelessly turn every victim they didn't drain (remember Daybreakers?). Plus, I remember seeing a comment on a Reddit post that talks about the "science" of it (even though I'm personally iffy when they make vampires too scientific, but it can be done), where the vampire blood that's being fed completely replaces the one that used to fill your system, which is why you change.

And the other, dying with a significant amount of vampire blood in your system. (Note I said significant.) This style, while less common, has been used in a few iterations, but I could never really buy into the notion that even a minuscule bit of vampire blood is enough to change you. I feel like that'll also lead to a mass overpopulation quick (but this time on purpose than by accident) where the vampire can just create their own little vampire army if they inject or force-feed their blood to a bunch of humans and kill them off to transform them. Which is why it has to be a significant amount of blood, something they can't just easily give out left and right without needing to replenish what they've depleted from themselves. You know how they say the human body starts to fail at around 40% blood loss? I like to think that's about how much a vampire needs to give to trigger a turn (maybe even more, hehe 👁️).

...Actually, the vampire should also give up a huge amount of their blood in the first method to be able to trigger a turning as well. Draining the human to the point of death then only giving an good amount of yours would be too easy in my opinion. Gotta make the vampire actively work for it if they really want to make another one of their own, right? Maybe it's the sadist in me, but I like that the vampire has to suffer a little as well in the process of "creating" (in quotes because as per the parasitic nature of their kind, they're more-so taking from another life; unless it's a universe where vampires are born, you usually need another human to make a vampire). >:)c

(I'll be honest, this was partially inspired by that short-lived (and cheesy) vampire show called Moonlight. I know they use the drain, then feed variant too, but there was one episode where they kinda...inadvertently showed "another" way to turn? There was this one vampire who was created because he had vampire blood in him right before he was drained (i.e. he was supposed to have died, but turned instead because he died with vampire blood in him).)

[microscotch]

whatever it was, she did not like that answer

[sysig]

for requestober ! my heart's been aching for yanderapy for a while and i would like to get something about them :3 i don't have a specific prompt . i do like to see them more on the angsty-unhealthy-relationship side lol like some of the requests you made last year . overall , just seeing anything about them would be nice . X3

Day 1 - Sodium Chloride Couple

[acid-ixx]

Sigh.. We all should've have chosen both wally and conner...i can't imagine the faces of batfam

how to be a heartbreaker! (again &. again concept)

ft. yandere! wally west, starfire, roy harper, artemis, conner kent, bart allen x gn! neglected! reader w/ platonic yandere! batfam.

— masterlist !

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

tw: age gaps but there isn't nsfw (except for conner) and the reader is described to be older than 20 in this concept and was far ignored longer than in the og story.

a/n: happy (late) halloween! 🎃 i'm praying to the gods, please don't let this post flop, i'm in my flop era fr! because i am not writing allat for it to get ignored 💔 (just kidding i love u guys, especially to all those who comment! i read all your comments even if i'm unable to reply at times). if you guys are wondering why i didn't include all the characters, it's because this is just a drabble and if anyone likes more concepts about this, please send in asks! anyways, enjoy this sweet harem au hehe.

anon, you are so right. but let me raise you this: getting together with all your siblings' teammates. i'm not just saying wally and conner, no! i'm saying the young justice, the teen titans, all their friends and old pals— the moment you come of age, hide under the radar for a few years and eventually meet them at random. you'd be giving dick, hell, even bruce, your father, mind you, a run for his money when it comes to a player reputation amongst the siblings, and the best part (or worst part for you once it's too late...) of it all is the fact that you don't even have to keep all your little relationships with them a secret when they never once bat an eye on you until recently.

the funny thing is: you didn't even have to try to attract them. it was all them approaching you at random days and getting to know you better, with you, at your lowest point, accepting any medium of attention. at first it was them feeling pity, perceptive to how your siblings chose to focus on them rather than you, but now it's them chasing after you because you're so interesting in every aspect; even if you find yourself average at best compared to your talented siblings.

maybe it's because you bring the normal out in them, or because you display such raw emotions and are an entirely separate being from vigilantism. either way, they find themselves thinking about you more often than their missions and that's harrowing.

and because you're such a pathetic, wet cat, so desperate for love; all the people you hit on develop a savior complex because of you. i don't just mean them finding you cute, or interesting, absolutely not. i mean you're constantly being thrown around like a prince or princess who needs a knight in shining armor to catch them when they fall, except you're constantly being carried in some other's arms even when you can stand on your own two feet.

you just have that special quality in you that makes everyone fall head over heels. it makes them fantasize scenarios of a home life with you; they could provide better than your current ones do, for sure. you'd be spoiled to death with kisses to your face, hands wrapped around your body, and a guarantee that you'll never feel alone or unsafe in a world full of danger that lurks around the corner.

that same quality may have also been your downfall.

wally west doesn't mind training all day to become stronger and faster to save you from every danger that lingers near your presence. hell, he doesn't complain anymore whenever dick assigns him some missions if that means he can pass by your room by the manor as an after-mission reward, loving it when you smile at him with the gentlest quip of your mouth as he hastily wraps you in his arms with the same amount of speed it took to run to your house. wally cherishes watching you in slow-time because he could worship every little part of his darling's expression, quelling the boredom he had for the entire day. he wants to be fast enough for his babe, not only just to impress them but because he wants them to see him as the only reliable individual capable enough of protecting and flirting with you. not everyone can measure up to his speed, no? nobody could keep up with this man's speed and he's known for taking you away whenever you're with someone else just to get a sliver of your time.

starfire's emotions become ablaze and so does her powers every time she notices one of your other sweethearts becoming too touchy with you, unable to comprehend why you're not even in a relationship with her yet. but you're too sweet and you bury yourself in her curly tresses to calm her down. at first that's enough! she doesn't understand the concept of physical affection and the boundaries that come with it as much as others but boy does she crave it when it comes to you. it doesn't help the fact that you're incapable of sometimes denying her affections and letting yourself be constantly kissed by the girl in every part of your face. she's very warm, though, and her curiosity about things foreign to her, paired with you teaching her more about your world, makes starfire adore her sweetheart's willingness and patience; it simply warrants another passionate kiss in the mouth from the pink-haired alien.

roy harper brings out a more rebellious side of you that you never imagine yourself sporting. his experiences in life and his rebellious relationship towards oliver queen, his adoptive father shapes him to who he is now; and he'd be damned if you drown yourself in endless misery like he did. yeah, it doesn't help that lian loves you as much as he does and he thinks you're the perfect match for him, watching you play with his little girl and care for him whenever he's injured does wonders for the fantasies that plays itself in his head, all scenarios of coming home to you after a hard day of work, just to see you and lian greet him the moment he enters your shared house with him, kissing him in the lips, telling him about the wonderfully prepared dinner you and lian whipped up for him, and watching your eyes widen at another bouquet of your favorite flowers he bought home for you. you're not in a relationship with him at all but can't a man just dream?

why dick wonders every damn time one of his friends ditch another one of their hangouts is a question never to be answered. but it's been noticeable these days that he's starting to suspect something wrong at play, especially since he's noticed tension within his comrades, and as a leader he couldn't just simply ignore the tense glares, insults to their being, and the hushed whispers; all pet names, a mantra they're used to calling you.

but dick doesn't take it seriously until it's too late.

that his baby bird long fell off the nest years ago, taken into the arms of whom he thought to be his most trusted comrades, thoroughly loved more than he could've given you. and it's not just one person smitten with you; it's an entire harem of people unwilling to share you just as much as dick who'd soon realize that he shares far more similarities with you; a heartbreaker, yet a caretaker at heart.

it's no wonder why everybody wants you for themselves. it's not only your family who loves to hear your precious laughs and gentle hands; that sets the jealousy ablaze in his heart.

jason never thought that artemis carried a softer version of her. but he's been picking up telltale signs of her donning dangling keychains, all cute doodles of her no doubt, and necklaces he's sure he's seen around the manor at times. it's not her typical style, and she never really found the appeal with cute things like crochet plushies of her; yet the designs are oddly reminiscent to someone he always called his angel. but whenever he tries to bring the topic up, he only receives a snarky reply, a protective hold on her things, and a familiar phrase telling him to mind his business. he isn't aware of how she met you one time after you've nearly been crushed to death by a car accelerating at you, if not for her taking the blunt end of the hit. ever since that day you've been seeing her regularly by alleyways watching over you as your guardian and giving her tokens of appreciation, albeit small, that she keeps as her prized properties; ones nobody has special access to touch. she's not much of a heckler for physical touch, but she occasionally gives you a head scratches and the rare peck to your lips.

jason doesn't like how jealous he is towards her, because of how the would-be stranger treats her and why he can't seem to pinpoint the primal urge to rip those little trinkets from her. sometimes he feels like a man possessed, eyeing the keychains and the random pastel bracelets longer, all warranting the same angered glare artemis reciprocates.

he swore he's seen them before, splayed across the random rooms in the manor, some even being in the library; things he loved to fiddle with whenever he was bored out of his mind. so seeing them being proudly displayed by artemis triggers visceral reactions within him.

but could jason do anything about it when he's part of the reason why your roster consists of your family's comrades? no.

if you couldn't get attention from your family, you'll just have to get it through their affiliations. yeah, some are older than you, but god are you treated like divinity with just how willing they are to kneel upon your feet just to gain a crumb of your attention. even the strongest lay weak whenever you look at them with disappointment or sadness with your wide, captivating eyes.

all the times tim drake would be with teammates, he'd notice how their eyes look at him expectantly, as if waiting for another one to accompany them. at first he ignores it, but the longer their strange behavior persists, he begins opening a case about his close friends.

he soon realizes that conner has a record of mentioning "his cute little darling," and how he'd brag to his other friends about how left his jacket and all his favorite t-shirts in your room and how you're always drowning in his scent— always quiping about just how much it smells like you and how he enjoys wearing all his clothes right after you wear them just to get a whiff of your presence in his life; you being his motivation to fight against crime just so he could see your pretty face and tell him you're proud of him. undeniably, he's the one who spends the longest time with you and he's prideful about it, being the only man with the privilege to touch every part of your skin, wishing to melt against you just so he'd be branded in your body like how your name is the only sweet thing he can taste in his mouth.

it's not only conner, but bart allen would bounce around more often demanding that it's unfair how conner gets everything and how he gets little time with you, with just how often you get thrown around by all your love interests! he'd admit just how cute he finds you whenever you coo about him and play with his messy locks of hair whenever it's his time of the week to visit you right after missions. spending time with him is arguably the most casual part of your life, because he loves to help you with your daily errands despite him complaining about the same tasks to his other teammates... he says it's because you stimulate every part of his brain to find satisfaction in every small action that you do, but it's not only that, rather, he wishes to gain all your praises that you sing for him, never finding boredom in your presence at all.

tim's the first one who pieces the jigsaw puzzle together, but he's thoroughly astounded either way at just how smitten they are with you. it makes him open an entirely different case that's just about you; where he discovers how you're connected with nearly everyone close to him and his siblings.

it makes him wonder what makes you all the more interesting. it's how exactly he spirals into a periodic cluster of events investigating your entire life and drowning himself in work, terabytes of files each analyzed carefully— all about you, your past, and present situation. tim drake never saw a person this admired that much, so much so that online stalking lead to physical stalking.

all your dm's are spammed by countless people, and you don't even take the initiative to reply because you'd be too busy being tossed around by the time the vigilante tracks your location. it's honestly amusing at first but the longer tim become a third perspective to your life, the more he craves your physical presence, just to get a taste of dissecting all the thoughts in your brain. but with just how often their friends fight over you, it'd be hard to rip you away from the clawing hands of all your admirers.

that's why he sets a plan into motion. if he couldn't have you to himself, then he could at least share you with the closest people he had in his life— not with all the strangers who think they know his younger sibling better than he does.

a simple document, many actually, so documents, were all he needed, with printed stacks of a4 paper compiling each and every known fact about you.

all in the name of love, he'd give it out to every member of the family in quick succession.

a hefty reminder to take back what once was theirs.

[wiliowisp]

Sebastian Sallow Headcanons | Pt.2

Part one | Part two | Part three

What Sebastian is like in a romantic relationship:

➻ he has a jealous and possessive streak, for sure, but he's working on it. it comes from a place of trauma and insecurity rather than any malice, and he practices letting his SO be close to people who aren't him.

➻ that doesn't mean it doesn't come out though; especially regarding people like leander, who seem more than happy to be intimately familiar with his lover.

➻ another expression of this is in protectiveness. in any dangerous situation, his priority is the safety of his SO. even if they are more than capable of defending themselves, he would much rather take the hits than have them be in harm's way.

➻ his primary love language is acts of service. he will happily do anything you ask of him and them some. 'i noticed you didn't have breakfast so i bought you some fruit.' 'you need help with your homework? say no more.' 'i picked up a book that can help with that subject you're struggling with.' and more.

➻ that being said, he's clingy. after his parent's death, physical affection was really only for him and anne. now that he has an SO, all he wants is to touch them. in class, his hands are wrapped around them or his leg is pressed up against them. when studying, he'll lean on them or have his head in their lap while reading. if they cuddle him, he'll melt.

➻ he's constantly fighting the urge to kiss his SO. he loves making out, but understands that 24 hours of the day can't be dedicated to it; he also knows himself enough that once he starts, its difficult for him to stop. when they do kiss, it gets passionate—quick. he simply can't get enough of the feeling, like a balloon in his chest, and wants them closer and closer.

➻ he gets devoted, very fast. sebastian isn't a man who does things half-way. within the first few months of courting, he's thinking about marriage. of course, he understands that they're still in school and can't come on too quick, but he's made his mind up before they've even graduated.

➻ he loves sharing good conversation with his SO. topics like deep dives into the origin of magic, or the possibilities of time travel. he's an avid reader so loves dissecting fiction books or poetry; if his SO can meet him halfway and listen to his rambles, he's in love.

➻ dates with sebastian are always very understated. he's not one for big shows of affection and more for practicing love every day. a date can be something as simple as an afternoon walk, or reading a book together. to him, spending time together is the most important aspect, the rest is just ruffles and feathers.

➻ post graduation, proposal is at the forefront of his mind. sebastian is no gentlemen, but concerning marriage he's dedicated to doing it right. he get's anne's approval first—without it, a proposal simply won't happen. then, he gets the approval from his SO's parents or guardians. he wants everything to be perfect, and for once goes above and beyond to make sure his lover knows they're the one.

(i'll probably be doing NSFW headcanons next, so keep an eye out for that hehe)

[ticklygiggles]

Board game nights | Sawamura Daichi, Azumane Asahi & Sugawara Koushi

Commissioned by @ticklee-sunshine

A/N: I hoooope you enjoy thiiis Suuunshiiiine 💞 as always, I apologize profusely for the delay *sobs* I hope you like it! It was fun to write these cuties. This is based on this post, sent by Sunshine hehe ❤️

Summary: Ah, nothing like enjoying a night with your lifelong friends and... a stupid board game.

Adult life was difficult, but exciting at the same time. Getting a job came with more responsibilities than just doing homework and playing volleyball, but it was always rewarding. However, adult life was also a very busy life; a kind of balance between work, relaxation, family and friends, but Daichi had become very accustomed to it. He loved his job and he thought that he had a very nice grip of things in general, but he couldn't lie, many times he was so tired that he wished he could stay in bed for five days straight. 

When all his activities began to take their toll on him, he knew perfectly well that there were two people who were there for him and, although it was a little difficult for one of them to come from Tokyo to Miyagi, they always managed to meet up and spend time together. 

It was just one of those days. Daichi, Asahi, and Suga had made plans to spend Friday night together at Suga's house. His apartment was always so cozy and for some reason, Daichi thought it always smelled like cookies. The three of them had eaten dinner and had a couple of cans of beer on them, just enough to make their heads feel just a little light.

They spent much of the night reminiscing and laughing at not only themselves, but also their little and, in Suga's words, adorable kohais. Daichi soon began to feel the tiredness in his shoulders disappear and the stress of the week dissipating. He needed this and he knew Asahi and Suga did too. 

“Hey,” Suga chuckled, wiping a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye. “Remember that game?" 

Daichi tilted his head to the side. “What game?” 

“Oh no.” There was horror in Asahi’s features, but a little smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Daichi was even more confused, especially when Suga got up with a bright grin and disappeared into his room, coming back a few moments later with a Jenga box. Both Asahi and Daichi gasped, their cheeks flushing.

“Oh my goodness, why do you still have that?!” Daichi said, chuckling a little as Suga sat back down on his side of the table at Daichi's right. He pulled out the tower of Jenga pieces and it was as if a hurricane of memories flooded his head, making him laugh lightly. 

“Oh please, don't tell me we're-” 

“Our dear designer will go first!” Suga interrupted Asahi, pushing the tower between them. 

“Why me?!” 

Daichi laughed. A little bit of excitement swirled in his chest. He still remembered perfectly well the day when Suga, of course, had proposed to alter this Jenga game. It was a normal game: pieces of wood that you had to take out and place on top, but with the peculiarity that on each piece there was a small inscription, made by Suga himself, with a permanent marker. 

Daichi could see that the letters hadn't worn off at all, even after playing for so long on the weekends when they were in high school. On each piece a small punishment or 'dare', as Suga called it, was written and all of them, absolutely all of them, were related to tickling. Tickling a body part for a certain amount of time, enduring being tickled without laughing, doing something stupid to avoid being tickled, Suga had come up with all sorts of ideas that had really blown Daichi and Asahi's minds. The work of a true sadist, Asahi had said at the time, earning himself a second round of tickling just because. 

“Loser will pay for breakfast tomorrow, okay?" 

It wasn't like Daichi or Asahi could say no... and it wasn't like they wanted to say no, either. Daichi had to be honest, he was excited to play again, and from the goofy smiles on his friends' faces, he knew they did too. Especially Suga. 

Asahi whined, but he reached out, his hand shaking slightly as he pulled the first piece out. He immediately tried to pull it on top, but Suga snatched it off his hand and read the inscription out loud: 

“Three minutes of tummy tickles.” 

Asahi whined again, almost kicking his legs like a child throwing a tantrum as he grabbed the block from Suga's hand and carefully placed it on top. Daichi laughed and pulled out his phone, setting the timer. 

Poor Asahi was already laughing even as he lay on the floor, infecting Daichi and Suga. Both men stood on either side of Asahi and Suga immediately lifted up his shirt, exposing his toned stomach. 

“I hope my tickling abilities aren't too rusty,” Suga said, wiggling his fingers just above Asahi's tummy, making him squirm and whine. “Ready, Dai?”

“Why are you asking Daichi if-”

“Ready!” 

“Gahahaha!” 

The laughter of the three echoed throughout the house as four hands descended against Asahi's stomach. The former ace immediately curled up into a ball, trying to protect his stomach, but there wasn't much he could do with four hands on him. Daichi's fingers ran quickly up and down and back and forth, scribbling all over the warm skin. Suga, on the other hand, dug and vibrated his fingers forming a claw against the center and sides of Asahi's belly, right around his navel. 

“S-Stahahahap!” 

Daichi chuckled, “you certainly are still ticklish, huh?” 

“And I certainly haven't lost my touch!” Suga chirped, giggling when he made Asahi squeal and jerk heavily to the side. 

Daichi felt like he was back in high school and laughed happily along with Asahi and Suga until his phone rang, signaling the end of the two minutes. Asahi sighed, quickly pulling down his shirt and laughing when Suga mischievously poked the side of his tummy. 

“Dahahaichi! Suga is ch-cheheating!”

“Don't worry, it's his turn now.”

Suga looked up with wide eyes and said something about how it was unfair that it was his turn already when he had bought and taken care of the game, but as they settled back around the table, Daichi and Asahi looked at him with mischievous smiles and he had no choice but to take out a block. 

“It says 30 seconds of side tickling,” he said, barely turning to look at the block, but before he could place it on top of the tower, Daichi grabbed his wrist and snatched the block from him. “No!”

“Oya?” Daichi smirked, turning the block around so the other two could see it too, Asahi leaned forward to read it, Suga groaned. “Ticklers’ choice + two minutes.” 

“That is so unfair!” 

“I ask for his ribs,” Asahi said, totally ignoring Suga as he looked at Daichi with a smirk.

Daichi nodded, “then I'll go for his hips.”

“Hey! Why are you guys being so mean?!” Suga yelled, but he stay laid down against the floor, Daichi and Asahi quickly hovering over him. “W-Why do you have to ch-choose such horrible s-s-”

“You can start now, Asahi!”

Suga began to squirm under their hands. Asahi's light, gentle, almost shy fingers carefully dug against his ribs and into the ticklish spaces between them, rubbing circles and squeezing and pinching, knowing Suga was weaker to harder tickles. Meanwhile, Daichi's fingers pressed against Suga's hip bones, rubbing circles that had Suga bouncing his hips and moving them from side to side as if he was dancing. 

“He's so ticklish, isn't he?” Asahi asked, giggling when he found a pair of ribs that made Suga squeal. 

“He truly is. What's the matter, sensei~? Can't stand a little tickling?” 

“I'm gohohonna kihihihill you!” Suga cackled, his hands weakly trying to push at Asahi's. “It's beheheheen mohohore thahan two m-minutes!” 

Just as he said that, Daichi's phone rang again and that was when the adrenaline started running through his veins. It was his turn! He has always had very bad luck in these kinds of games! 

“I feel so bad for you,” Asahi said, patting his back and Daichi reached out to pinch his side. Asahi giggled, pulling away. 

“I do too,” Suga chuckled, already recovered from the tickle attack as he carefully placed his block on top of the tower. “Anyways, go ahead, Daichi!” Oh he was so ready to destroy it. 

Daichi picked a wooden piece and pulled it out ridiculously slow, causing Suga to yell at him to hurry up. Asahi laughed, but Daichi was sweating as he read the block. 

Oh heavens. 

He looked at both men. “I- I think we should- ah!” 

“What does it say?! What does it say?!” 

Asahi read the lines out loud after taking the block from Daichi's hand and Daichi, rather childishly, covered his ears to not hear, as if that could be of any help.

“Hehe, it says ‘big prize! Getting tickled in your worst spot for three minutes with your arms and/or feet pinned down!’.”

“N-Noho, please! Let- Let me choose another one, yes? I- I- n-no! Nohoho!” 

Both Suga and Asahi launched themselves at him, knocking him to the floor. Each one grabbed one of Daichi's wrists and pushed them up over his head, exposing his most ticklish spot: his underarms. Daichi shook his head, giggling like crazy. 

“Please, no! Plehehease, please, s-somewhehere ehelse!” He begged, looking up at his merciless captors, but he knew he had no way out of this. 

Asahi set the timer as he still begged, shrieking as Suga acted as if he was going to start tickling him already, letting his hand fall towards his armpit before stopping it just a few centimeters away from his weak spot. He was already pink in the face and he couldn't stop giggling as the others tightened their hold around his wrists. 

“Plehease! G-Guhuys, I really can't-” 

“Aaaand… now!” 

The feeling of Asahi and Suga's fingers on his armpits was simply indescribable. Every nerve under his arms set off and the sensations traveled to his brain like little jolts of electricity. The laughter that poured from his lips was loud and hysterical. It had been so long since he was tickled like this, he could barely stand it. 

Daichi laughed, begged and screamed for them to stop, but he was almost certain that, at most, only five seconds had passed of the three minutes that awaited him. 

“P-PLEHEASE! N-Not thehehere!” 

Suga and Asahi giggled and chuckled, their fingers digging, pinching, rubbing, prodding and just doing about anything they could think of to tickle Daichi's poor, exposed and ticklish armpits. They knew how to tickle him so well, they had already so much experience and they truly hadn't forgotten about anything. 

Daichi cackled and howled, shrieking ridiculously loud as his legs kicked and his body squirmed from side to side. He was surprised he couldn't free himself from their grip, he did a lot of training at work, but there he was, being reduced to a laughing mess by some tickles to his armpits. 

“What's the matter, policeman~?” Suga teased, giggling loudly. “Can't stand a little tickling? Let's hope no criminals know about your weakness!” 

Asahi laughed, shaking his head. “You are terrible. Daichi, tell him something, don't let him mock justice like this!” 

They were both terrible! Daichi felt his face getting hot and he tried to say something, but he just couldn't, not when he was laughing like that. 

“Five… four… three.. two… one… zero!” 

Daichi collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily as he tried to stop the laughter that continued to flow out of him. He didn't even have the strength to lower his arms, but Suga and Asahi helped him... by tickling him again. Daichi immediately lowered his arms, writhing on the floor. 

“G-Gohohoodnehehess, this g-game is teheherrible!” 

“You're just unlucky, or should I say, very lucky?" Suga giggled, poking Daichi's ribs and tummy until he sat back again, letting out a long sigh as he put his block in olace. "Okay, Asahi, you're next!” 

"This can't get any worse, right? Oh..."

"Let's see," Suga chuckled, taking the block from Asahi's hand and grinning wildly at the words. "Three minutes of feet tickling with brushes~"

"Plehehease, d-don't! Anything buhut thahat!"

Daichi thought perhaps it wasn't that he was unlucky in this game... Suga simply was, indeed, a sadist!

[zan0tix]

Pleaseeee tell me more about that homescryption au

A little something between you and me and everyone else who happens to look at this post. Im working on a lineup for the four scrybes :D

Roxys design is subject to change and you guys have already seen D1rk. Jane and Jake are in progress!!! (Also D1rk and Harley are the names for dirk and jake but weve been struggling to come up with appropriately fantasical/magical names for Jane and Roxy that align with magnificus and grimora😞 Harley feels old-manish enough that it fits in well… im sure well get there but if anybody has ideas feel free to comment ✌️)

But yes i can tell you more!!! ILL PUT IT ALL UNDER THE CUT THIS POST IS GOING TO BE LONG o7

Working with cyrus repliiku to flesh it out x3 he was the one who got me into the game and im CRAZY NOW!!!!

The four alpha scrybes methods of inscribing cards are that Harley uses his magic blunderbuss and the things he shoots become cards, Roxys cards are the fantasical characters she creates in her stories, Jane will be a detective of death, uncovering how cards die and writing up a casefile in her detective agency about them (might give her a magic magnifying glass. Well see), and D1rk were trying to figure out something with Sburbs captcha card + ghost captcha system like how Po3’s cards are printed from real robots

The students/the scrybes underlings are going to be other homestuck characters or splinters!

D1rks will be the robots (aradiabot, arquius (wanted him to me more unique than just brobot + hal so he gets to be a robot) and jadebot.

Harleys will be jake-ish splinters rather than new characters. Thered be the Adventurer (prospector), the Hunter (trapper/trader), the Sailor (angler), the Ectobiologist (mycologists), and the Actor (woodcarver) and his campaigns would be more Action packed like jakes action movies type stuff hehe

Janes will be the dead trolls, nepeta, equius and feferi. Not much to say besides them being dead lol 😭

And roxys were still figuring out but nerm. Viceroy/Casey, Rose (maybe goobert but they are actually nice and kind to her) and Eridan….(lonely wizard he was banished to the shadow realm for being annoying 😁👍)

Luke Carter is going to be Calliope and Satan in the greater scheme of the daniel mullins-verse will be Caliborn/Lord English because i think itd be very funny for him to just. Be making video games and thats his evil plot. LOL and Sado would be Gamzee. (Will not expand to pony island or the hex this is just clearing up the ending of inscryption)

Kaycee would probably be Aranea but like just some normal girl. Not all that sure abt the OLD_DATA tho ??? Maybe just all the wrong doings Lord English has committed and influenced culminated into the files or the code that brought him into the universe I DUNNO.

Retconning the drawing i did when i first scribbled this AU, i believe when harley turns the other scrybes into preexisting cards d1rk would become a seagull (kingfisher replacement) roxy would become a jaguar (wolf replacement) and jane would become a jackalope (pronghorn replacement) 😁

And the way harley would be defeated would be using his blunderbuss on him with a special bullet instead of film. Po3’s decapitation fulfilled the Dirk prophecy too LOL

I think that of the gameplay/card gimmicks themselves would work basically the same but i might try and come up with more creative homestucky twists on them

Im planning on finishing the designs and making sprites and more mockup screenshots :3

I might write up or draw a comprehensive ref sheet for this au someday but for now heres what weve jotted down 👍

[babyjakes]

silent sins. [blurb.]

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event | june '23 ari-themed blurb night

summary | your dad's hot friend does unspeakable things to you on your parents' couch.

pairing | dark!dad's best friend!ari levinson x college student!reader

warnings | HEHE umm this is dark-ish ari (reader protests and begs to stop but he keeps going). dad's best friend!ari (with parents sleeping upstairs :')). daddy kink. like one line of praise. the rest is mocking, degradation, humiliation. heavy clit focus per usual. oral (f receiving). pussy slapping. ass play (fingering). implied forced orgasm. overstimulation. his hand over reader's mouth to keep her quiet.

word count | 519

an | okay i had so many requests for dad's best friend and stepdad ari filth sooooo i threw them all together into a little somethin hehe <3 thanks to a few nonnies and @lilacevans for the inspo, i tried to smash together mean!daddy, oral, pussy slapping, and ass play in this lil thing so i hope you all enjoy!!!

“No Ari, please—” you sob, your fingers tangled in his hair as you half try to push him away, yet half keep him locked in place with his messy beard rubbing so cruelly over your puffy folds.

The older man lets out a low, rumbly chuckle as he watches you squirm and try to keep yourself quiet. Tightening his grip on your inner thighs with his massive hands, he spreads you out further, holding you in place against your parents’ couch as he releases your poor little clit from his lips long enough to grumble, “Better keep it down, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to wake them up, now would we?” He nods towards the stairs, reminding you of your sweet, innocent mom and dad who are sleeping so obliviously just a floor away.

"I-I'm trying," you whimper as his eyes fixate on your poor little button, so swollen from his relentless attention. "Please Ari, I-I can't take anymore," you try to reason as he pulls back the hood of your puffy bundle of nerves, admiring his own work.

"You can't?" he sings teasingly as he drags a bit of your wetness up from your dripping hole, swirling it around your poor clit and watching in delight as you squirt out weakly against him, beyond overstimulated at this point. "Oh but baby, you've been such a good girl for me," he croons as he rubs your little nub in slow, punishing circles. "Can't you give Daddy one more? Wanna see this pretty little pussy cum one more time," he frowns in mock sympathy as your little hands scramble to hold onto the pillows surrounding you.

"N-no Daddy, no more," you plead with wide eyes as you watch his face turn a bit darker at your refusal.

"No?" he repeats, securing back the hood of your clit with one hand as he examines the exposed knot of nerves. You yelp as his other hand lands down harshly against it; Ari's brow is furrowed in concentration as he rubs his flat hand against your juices to get it nice and slick before dealing you another slap, then another, right against your poor, aching clit. "Good girls don't say no, sweetheart," he reminds you, bringing his hands up to lick your mess from his digits before bringing a single finger down to plunge into your virgin ass.

"N-mmpphh!!" You let out something between a surprised whimper and a deep, humiliating moan as the large man's free hand comes up to slam over your mouth, silencing your protest. He grins as he pumps his thick finger in and out of your tiny little hole, licking his lips as his eyes settle back in on your pulsating clit.

"Now don't worry about making too much noise, princess— Daddy knows dumb little girls like you can't keep themselves quiet. You just cry into Daddy's hand as he makes you cum again, okay? Don't worry, baby; I'll make sure you give me a nice, big one," he chuckles before diving back in, his lips latching around your poor little button like they were made to fit each other.

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡˚ 「 Relationship Headcanons 」 ⋆｡˚

Fizzarolli

── ˙•˚∘✮🌙ᯓ🪐˙•˚∘ ──

You in the market for a sweet n’ sassy performer? Fizzarolli is the one for you! My man lives for being dramatic, although he doesn’t always need to be the center of attention. Fizz is more than happy to share the spotlight~.

Shenanigans is the word that best describes this relationship. Fizz will play harmless pranks and playfully tease you constantly. A lot of the time, he’s filming too (but won’t post it to his socials if you don’t want him to). Of course there are times when you'll need space, and in those cases, Fizz just goes to bother Blitzø.

Speaking of- Hangouts with Blitzø are pretty frequent. I hope you can tolerate threesome jokes, because Blitzø will make them. Most of the time, the two bicker with each other, with Fizzarolli relying on you for backup.

One of his favorite activities is singing with you! Doesn't matter if you're good or not- Fizz just loves the thrill of singing along to your favorite songs together.

On that same note (hehe), Fizz loves solos (watching and performing). So whether it's you cheering him on or vice versa, taking a moment to feel like a rockstar does wonders for your self-esteem.

Fizz will often do this thing where he pretends something is a microphone, and he'll act as if you're a celebrity on the red carpet. It's a fun way for Fizz to flirt with you; complimenting your outfit, hair, accessories, etc.

loves pampering you (and himself), so expect lots of self-care supplies to take over your bathroom. Nail polish, cuticle oil, face masks, scented lotions- you name it, he probably has it.

I imagine Fizz suffers from some chronic pain due to his scars and injuries. I also think that his skin is super sensitive because of the burn scars. I also think because of that, he'd be very particular about the skin care products he picks out.

In the beginning of your relationship, Fizz will have lots of reservations regarding physicality. His main concern is that the texture of his burns, and the scars themselves will freak you out, and you won't find him attractive.

Later on, when he's more comfortable, Fizz loves cuddling - though, if you have any boundaries surrounding physicality, he'll adhere to them. If not, be ready to have him hanging on you all the time. A robotic limb draped across your shoulders, his head leaned against yours, a hand caressing your back, fingers tracing your palms- Fizz just loves being in contact with you.

spontaneity, impulsivity, and creativity- the lethal trifecta. Fizz’s mind almost never stops. Some days, he’ll be brimming with ideas, songs, comedy bits- others. Others, his mind is racing with insecurities, and overwhelmed by the need to do everything at once. He has the tendency to bounce from one task to another, so sometimes, you’ll find half the laundry folded, the dishes clean, but not dry, or hastily written reminders on post-it notes scattered on counter tops and mirrors.

He tries not to show them often, but Fizz has a lot of insecurities. They range from him not being attractive enough to full-on crises regarding his self-worth. If you struggle with the same issues, you both can be pillars for each other, offering comfort and support when needed. Regardless, comfort and reassurance are very important to Fizzarolli, and they play a big role in the relationship.

── ˙•˚∘✮ 🔭๋࣭ᯓ🌙˙•˚∘ ──

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

Send this to a stay! Have them describe themselves and see who their followers would “Ship” them with in the group! <3

oh gosh, “ship” me with? i’m curious because i honestly can’t ship myself with any of them. 😅 i am in no way good enough for a ship with them. but this could be a fun way to tell yall more about me. :)

(update after writing: this turned rambley and is probably waaay more than you wanted. im so sorry 😬 also, this is the most i’ve ever said about myself on this app and it’s scary. so be nice to me pls, im fragile)

let’s see.. are we doing physical or personality traits? or both? this is hard! 😭

♡ i’m a shy, quiet person. i’m also very anxious. (diagnosed anxiety/depression, unmedicated {hence my unhinged posts on here sometimes}, i’m working on it. lol)

♡ chronically online (tiktok, tumblr, yt)

♡ i like all kinds of music (favorites are skz, ateez, palaye royale)

♡ i love to watch movies (marvel, ghibli, harry potter, etc. but 80s movies are my favorite) even better if we’re seeing it in theaters with popcorn and candy 😋

♡ i like to read- tho i haven’t done it in awhile apart from this app

♡ i like to write (would love to write a book one day but we’ll see lol)

♡ i would much rather stay inside and watch a movie or a kdrama (currently watching Lovely Runner and it’s wrecking me) as opposed to going out. (the anxiety, yk?)

♡ i like video games even tho i suck

♡ i like cars (mainly drift cars)

♡ i’m an aquarius if that means anything to you, i don’t know much about astrology but i find it fascinating.

♡ i’m an only child with daddy issues (hence the chan bias)

♡ i have a cat

♡ my favorite color is black, or pink, or light blue hehe

♡ i have to have my cow squishmallow named Connor to be able to sleep at night

♡ i like to play D&D with my friends on saturday nights

♡ i’m terrified of severe weather- thunderstorms i can handle, tho i get scared. but tornadoes will send me into a full on panic attack

♡ i was born in ‘95 (i’m gonna be 30 in january and i don’t want to talk about it)

♡ i rely too heavily on comfort audios on yt (aka boyfriend audios- tho i hate that term) is it cringe? yeah kinda, but it makes me happy and it helps me sleep and the asmr tickles my brain good (if you really wanna know, idk why you would, but david from audiogasm is my favorite and pretty much the only one i listen to- hello parasocial relationship)

♡ blonde hair, blue eyes, chubby. 😘

and i can’t think of anything else! which is probably a good thing because i already wrote soo much. anyways, who would you “ship” me with? 😂 (pls say chan or ill cry hehe jk)

[whataboutsimple]

— Ladies, gentlemen and other intelligent people - welcome to tonight's Show "Words of admiration!" And special guest this time is none other than Simple himself! Applause!

Clap Clap Clap

— Yeah, yeah, thanks everybody!

Simple took the microphone

— Feels nice be here again. Last time I got invitation, it was during Undertale Fandom era. But, ah, let's not talk about past, lats talk about here and now!

Simple shifted microphone in the hands

— For those of you who don't know what is going on: "Words of admiration" is basically a show of different people praising other different people for their achievements for the fandom or for simply being a good human!

Simple looked through front rows

— And I have a bunch of people to say thank you to! Well, at least I sent them invitations - but it's of course their choice to whether visit or not.

@tippedarrows

— Who would be surprised, sure not me, the first one who I want to say thank you to is my Captain! You've done such a great job by spreading kindness in the fandom, protecting those who need it and giving everyone a safe place to ramble and be themselves! Really nice seeing people go to you for happy chit-chat about their hc or ships!

Simple laughed

— And you helped me a lot! Those interactions we had felt so nice and warm! I can never thank you enough for answering for my first ever ask, because doubt I would be as active as I am now, if you didn't! And I should be especially thankful for our talks about Gabriel, since not a lot of people likes him! Thank you, Captain.

@mrballpit

— Sure when we talk about Captain, we can't forget about Coins! Lovely human, who's as kind as their fiance. And funny too! You may not post as much, but you still give people warm feelings and silly giggles with every your art! Never worry about your art, because it's always good and pretty!

Simple shifted microphone in his hands

— It's pitty for me we though, that we didn't interact as much, as we did with your fiance. And still! With such a little interaction you gave me millions of pleasant emotions that I will not forget! Thank you, Coins!

@murkystarlight

— When talking about good people, I can't just leave Murky-friend out there. You're so good! Trust me when I say your hcs and character analysis are the best! Feels so nice scrolling through my page and stumble across a unique thought of yours! And you always so kind and responsive to those, who wants to have a conversation!

Simple looked away

— And I can't even describe with words how thankfull I am for each of your comments, kudos and asks! Such a heartwarming feeling everytime I see a notification about you! Don't be afraid punch me anytime you want to talk, I'm always open for you! Thank you, Murky-friend.

@basilthesnakingthing

— Hehe.. can't say "MCSM" without "Admins", am I right? Basil here is a good example of a human, who really loves learning their favorites under the microscope! Let's applause them for having such a deep thoughts on whatever subject anyone can pull out!

Simple shifted microphone in hands

— Personally I loved every interaction we had so far, and your Swap AU! Your interesting concepts and view of a characters always impressed me. And without you I would never draw my admin-sona, so another thank you for that! Thank you, Basil!

@yourdarlingwarrior

— Who we will remember when someone says "Gabriel"? No, no, it's not me, it's them of course! Such a creative type of content about unpopular characters is not something we see everyday.. and that's way I appreciate what they do even more! Not only because it's about Gabriel, but because of a hardwork they put in it!

Simple gave them Gabriel plushy

— Here you go. You can put him near Romeo and get VioletCrystals! I'm so glad you introduced me to Romeo/Gabriel ship, because of that I've done so much content in my blog and people love it! You're also a very pleasant companion, chit-chat we had was wonderful, so thank you!

@sillysnaildraws and @ivormybeloved

— When we talk about AU, what we remember? Of course Idol and Delusional AU! Such a creative concepts here, we should thank their authors! Feel so nice to read every piece of info you two can throw at us from time to time! Idol AU is so unique with concept of "star eyes", "actors" and ect., meanwhile Delusional AU is a great example that you don't always need screamers to scare somebody!

Simple shifted microphone in hands

— Even if we didn't have many personal interactions, still every single one we had is such a wonderful experience! I really appreciate the kindness you put in words between us! Thank you!

@mcsm-r0ckz

— Unique ships? MCSM-R0CKZ! Unique ships? MCSM-R0CKZ! Yep, that's the first name that came up in my silly mind. Though some people might not understand it, but you're a good example of how the fandom should be! Funny, relaxed and nonjudgmental against other people's tastes! This spark you see between Aiden and Axel or Olivia and Stella will always be in my mind!

Simple looked away

— Personally I would like to apologize for not saying anything during "discord drama". I simply was to afraid to participate, even though I had a great sympathy for you. I love Axden and Stardust content you post, so please accept my apology and thank you for the work you're doing for the fandom!

Simple shifted microphone in hands

— Last, but not least.. dear G! Anon who's been with me for quite a time. I think I know who you might be, but as you wish to stay anonymous, I won't tag you. All I wanted to say is thank you for throwing fuel to my Gabriel content! It really means a lot to me, since if it wasn't you, I would probably post something fandoms love more. But! I don't, and it's your merit, thank you G!

Simple looked at the clock

— Hah, look at that! I'm rambling here a little too much, guess that's time for my last goodbye!

Simple left the microphone and Automatic Chicken Farm OST starts playing.

[anachilles]

For the prompts: Clegan + acceptance or redemption?

here you goooo!! two in one since they went so well together hehe. tysm for the prompts, and hope you like!! 🫶

acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers redemption - muse a holds muse b’s face together and rests their forehead against them

The baking, Algerian heat is a shock to the system when Bucky practically throws himself out of the plane's escape hatch.

It gets damn cold up there, and often isn't much better in England before they take off. If he took a second to think about it, here, the flight suit and thick, well-tailored sheepskin coat would feel uncomfortable. Constricting.

His feet are barely on the ground though, a hurried and unlingering kiss pressed into his hand and then to the wing of the plane that miraculously got them there, before he swivels back towards the empty horizon laid out before them, eyes fixed. Searching. Like he could pull Buck's plane to ground himself just by willing it so.

His crew are debriefing with the others who'd made it somewhere behind him, Blakely and Croz and all of their guys, but his mind is only in one place. It doesn't have a hope of straying anywhere else until he knows, sees with his own two eyes, feels under his own fingertips, that Buck is wheels down on the ground before them.

The wait is as agonising as the whole journey there had been, Buck having spent most of it beat to shit and trailing behind, and Bucky having spent most of it with one eye on his fort and the other on the gun he'd forcibly commandeered to help make sure it stayed in the air.

Jack Kidd joins him at one point, close enough that Bucky could feel their elbows brush where their muscles held equally rigid. If he spoke though, Bucky didn't hear him.

Eventually, Buck's fort appears, barely airborne and falling apart as it more or less limps in the direction of the airstrip. Looks like a goddamn tin can that's been shot at too many times. Bucky releases a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding. The lump in his throat doesn't clear until they actually touch down, though, just short of the runway and with, if he's not mistaken, not a single damn working engine.

No engine fuckin' Cleven strikes again.

He barks out a laugh, smacking Jack in the process.

There are a lot of guys in their company who were outstanding pilots, as well as airmen in general, let there be no mistake about that; men Bucky trusted without question. Guys whose hands he wouldn't think twice about putting his life in if it came to it.

Only Gale Cleven could've kept that beaten up bucket of bolts in the sky, though. Likely by sheer force of his own skill, stubbornness, and incomparable ballsiness, in equal, unquantifiable measure. If he was anyone else, he and the entire crew would've been either dead or captured. By all means should've been, if you were the religious sort who figured God had a plan for us all and that you can't fight what's been divinely decided for you.

Bucky's not sure what to feel between relief, terror, anticipation, desire, and strange urge to get to his knees, hands clasped, between it all.

When he and Kidd drive out to meet them its obvious Buck's shaken, significantly enough that Bucky's able to see it so evidently in the droop of his shoulders, and the jolty, uneasy flickering of his eyes and the cut of his mouth.

They lost one of their men; Norman Smith. Radio operator. A man gets his legs blown off and it's taking all Bucky has not to fixate on a smear of blood staining the woollen lapel of Buck's jacket. That's something to feel guilty about later, though.

Buck's pacing, agitated, and Bucky follows him, a current responding to the pull of the moon as they recount their losses; take stock. It's a usual post-mission motion to grapple for, that they're at least somewhat numb to by now, or can at least kid themselves they are when the adrenaline's still pumping through their veins.

"And Curt?"

He hadn't planned on saying it, but it tears itself out of whatever corner of his chest Bucky had managed to wrangle it down into ever since it became evident that Curt's bird was going down.

Buck won't look directly at him. His gaze verges on haunted as he watches the horizon, so Bucky's left staring at his blood-spattered side profile, awaiting any answer other than what he knows somewhere deep down, lurking and sinister, to be the truth.

Buck's stumbling, tremored, vulnerable "I-I don't know..." is like a bucket of ice water over Bucky's nervous system. His spine stiffening, it's all he needs to swallow back the grief as it comes creeping in.

To fix his expression.

To crack a joke.

To desperately reach for jingoistic optimism when even that refuses to crack the other man's blank, slightly shell-shocked veneer.

"Sure, Bucky..."

Bucky can feel Buck disappearing into his head as they watch the sunset, enveloping the atmosphere around them in a sense of finality as the day closes out and they're left to regroup.

Eleven forts out of 21.

Over 100 men gone in one day.

Jack calls to them from the truck as the last of Buck's crew begin to depart for the nearby base, but Bucky waves him on, yells that they'll walk back. Buck offers no refute, and with a nod he leaves them, the remnant silence only broken by the wind rustling the weeds stubbornly poking out from the arid earth.

Now alone, some tenuous thread of control in Bucky snaps. He can't fight all that emotion burgeoning within him, threatening to choke him if he doesn't do something with it. He takes Buck by the elbow, and pulls him behind the shell of his plane, shielding them from the glaring view of the airfield and potential onlookers.

Taking Buck's face in his hands, it's like he's helping physically hold the man together, their gazes meeting in one heated, loaded moment among the storm of loss and shock and eerie quiet. Bucky brings the other man's head towards him, pressing his lips to Buck's forehead regardless of the dirt and sweat, grime and blood marring his perfect fuckin' face.

Satisfaction suffuses through his chest when he feels Buck relax, even if just a fraction, into the gesture. When he breathes out, exhaling that control and poise and clenched-jaw determination that got him here, and just lets himself be held for a moment.

When Bucky finally pulls away, he steals one last glance, before closing his eyes and letting their foreheads rest against each other, slowly starting to feel weary, the fatigue settling into his bones like an encroaching winter.

Still here. Under his fingertips.

[the-dawn-star]

Helloooo it’s me again hehe! Is it possible if you can do an imagine for the the volturi kings in which they meet their last living descendant. Like she is a teen (orphaned) and was included in the tour and Marcus suddenly snapped to her direction since he can see bonds. He saw that somehow she is a descendant to all the three kings. He immediately offered Aro his hand who all too eagerly took it. And her personality can be like a mixed of the three she can be a bit playful like Aro, easily angered like Caius, and calm like Marcus. When they realize she was living in an orphanage they adopt her lol.

Thankkk you so much :))

A/N: Hi! First, I know that they aren't related really, but let's just pretend that they are for this post. And second, I love this idea, and I kind of picked what elements I took to my writing.

-S

+ 700ish words.

Getting vacations were rare when you lived in a room that had six other kids living with you. But this was your time to relax.  

You had earned enough money to travel around Europe for your 17th summer.  

Most people were concerned with a 17 year old traveling themselves but nothing could ruin your mood.  

You had done so much work for the opportunity to travel, and you found yourself at a nice town in Italy. 

Walking down the main street you saw a tour guide group, while the guide told something about the water fountain. And you couldn’t help but to stay and listen to the history of the town.  

You knew that you couldn’t afford whatever the guide was asking for, so you kept yourself out of sight at the back of the group.  

The group moved from the water fountain to the church in the middle of the city.  

So many stairs and hallways, only to end up in a marble hallway with massive wooden double doors.  

You let out a gasp as the doors opened into a massive room full of people in black robes.  

Someone let out a scream, and then a loud stop.  

You turned to look at the direction of the sound and saw all the people in the room confused.  

You had learned the basics of the Italian language, but you couldn’t decipher the fast pace of what was happening by three men who didn’t have the black robes on but weren’t clearly part of the tour group.  

And within a second the three men were looking at you, even if you were at the back of the room. 

A man with dark silky black hair said something again in Italian, and a hand wrapped itself around my arm. The next second you were in a different room that was something between a library and a living room.  

You didn’t know what to think, you had been just taken away against you will to a room in a place that you weren’t sure what it was. 

So you just sat on the sofa that you had been set on, by whoever took you arm by the man’s command.  

 You didn’t know what to do and to do your exhausting trip and the comfy sofa, you fell asleep.  

When you woke up there came a long explanation. 

You were a descendant of three God old vampires who were the kings of their species, and two of them had powers above the whole vampire thing.  

The night had fallen by the time you were caught up to speed. But still, there was million other things you were confused and tired of.  

Aro (who had most of the talking) held his hand to me, not forcing you but simply asking.  

“Now you know us, but we do not know much about you.”  

Aro was a bit creepy, but it was clear that came from being out of contact with humans for so long. Actually, that held up with all of them.  

You laid your hand to Aro’s palm and he took a hold of it with both of his hands.  

When Aro finally let go of your hand his red eyes were full of sorrow.  

“Your life has been something that no human should go through, nonetheless our descendants.”  

You couldn’t say anything, someone finally said what you had wished for so long. Someone saying that you didn’t deserve to go through the death of your parents.  

You blinked away the tears and covered your mouth with your hand.  

“We would like to get to know you officially if you are comfortable with that.” Marcus said and smiled for the first time since you had seen him.  

“You can stay here as long as you would like, I’m sure a little vacation wouldn’t hurt. And we will be sure that you are safe and comfortable with your stay.” Aro had a small sad smile on his lips, and I couldn’t help but nod. 

[agentstarkid]

This little story turns one year old this July 31st!

We hopped with Girlie on a rollercoaster of finding (true) love, being quarantined in a foreign country, lots of internet meanies, making new friends, angst, heartbreak, depresh sesh, finding love again and so much more to come -- What a wild journey it's been, and I'm so proud I took the leap!

Looking back a year ago, I can't believe how far this story and I have come. I remember being so full of uncertainty and nerves to post that first chapter, and now, a whole year later, I'm writing little blurbs and one-shots in a whole different language to my main one.

And to celebrate this milestone with you guys, the DAN-Y/N stans out there, and as a thank you for all these 365 days of support and love to Danielito & Girlie's love story—a.k.a. my baby—, I put together a list of dialogue prompts from where you can pick one—or as many as you'd like—and send it to me so I can write a little blurb to go with it!

You can request a specific moment on the fic you'd like to see more (c'mooooon, they were together for 2 whole years! Let's see if you've been paying attention hehe), or just make a general request with a quote of your choice (or you can suggest one! Can't promise much on this, but I'd try my best to bring it to life, unless it is smut. I can't write smut for shitzels yet soz).

I'll be accepting resquests for the next 2 weeks!

✧. ┊ Series Masterlist

P.S. Fingers crossed next month I can—finally—post a new chapter! Adult life has been kicking my ass these past months so please be patient with me! — But my inbox is always open to talk! :)

— All the dialogue sources are linked!

“These are way too many, omg, I’m being squeezed by these pillows, love!” “Well I just, you know, thought that since you like to hold on to me while you sleep but we can’t do that right now, I decided to bring you all these.” “Aww, I appreciate it, baby, but would you mind moving some? And even though I do have these, I will miss your warmth beside me.” 

“You weren’t uncomfortable back there, right? I just wanted to make sure you were all right.” “No, no, I wasn’t. Thank you for doing that.”

"You had no business looking that good back there."

"Those could be our kids one day." "What...?" 

“They don’t know you, love. They don’t know how much we love each other. Let them think what they want to. It doesn’t matter, you know why? Because you are enough. We are enough.”

“I don’t want you to be perfect, sweetheart. I want you to be who you are.”

“I…I wasn’t sure if you’d like this, so I just bought all the colors they had there.”

“Stoooop. Stop making me all…” “All… what?”

“Sorry. I just... like seeing that I have an effect on you, I guess.”

“Life would suck complete testicles if it weren’t for you.” 

“I like seeing you this way. so… at ease. makes me wonder how anyone could ever purposely put you under stress and live with themselves afterwards.”

"I know you're struggling right now, and it's okay, okay? We'll get through this."

“With you, I see a forever I’ve never envisioned before. Not that I didn’t want to, it’s more because I wasn’t able to… At least until I met you.”

“God, I really don’t want to leave”.

“I’m so deftly terrified of falling in love. Because what if I end up with a broken heart? That thought itself is just so scary to me. I want to, but I can’t get over that fear.” “Then how about you let me be that first step you take into falling in love? I can help you get over that fear, if you’d let me.” 

“People say they fall in love like they fall asleep — slowly, then all at once. But the way I fell for you can only be described as that feeling when you’re drifting off to sleep, only to feel like you’re falling, oh-so-suddenly. So suddenly that it ends up startling you awake; heart racing in your chest because it feels like you fell off the precipice of a cliff. It’s quick and sudden, and there’s no slowness to it. It’s a crash and burn type of love that I feel.”

“They say the second time’s the charm.” “Was the first time not charming enough for you?” “No, but the second time’s going to be even better, I promise.” 

“If people can hate for no reason,  then I can love for no reason too.”

“I dunno who taught you that love comes with conditions and limitations, but mine doesn’t. Not when it’s you.”

“I don’t know how to ask for help i just— I’ve never had anyone to ask for help from before.  so…this is me trying i guess.  I need it and i’m afraid to ask for it.  That's the best I can do.”

“You really think a relationship should be that hard?” “No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.”

“If you don’t kiss me, right now…” “Then what?” “Then I will have to do it myself.”

"I think destiny wants us to be together, and you should never argue with destiny.”

“What do you think is our song?”

“I can’t concentrate, when you look at me like that.” “Well, you should be concentrating on me instead, so…”

“Sing for me.” “What would you like to hear?”

“I feel like I can breathe better with you around.”

“You’re much better off without me.” “You’re not the judge of that.”

“I love you, okay?! And I can’t stay in your life when I’m just ruining it.” “You can’t just say that and don’t wait for me to answer.”

“Your mom is coming over today.” “Tell her to bring fried rice or she’s not invited.” “You tell her, she’s your mom.” “But she likes you more!”

“Wait, you can’t swim?” “I was always more into sports on land where, you know, I can’t drown.” “I will teach you!”

“Every night before bed I write three good things that happened to me. And every night I find myself writing down your name.”

“God, don’t do that. You’re going to make me go on Santa’s naughty list tonight.”

“This heart belongs to you, and only you. And I’d hope you want to keep it for a very, very long time.”

“What matters isn’t the place, but the person you’re with at that place. So this is to say, being with you is enough for me. So long as you are there, then all is well.”

“If you don’t wanna spend the night in a empty house, you could always come over to mine.” 

"Hey, i think i can fit over here in this corner." "What are you, a plant?" "Maybe. you shine on me every day, after all."

“I don’t know what the future holds. all i know is that i hope you’re in it. “

“Annoying you is what I’m best at.”

“You get to curl up in my lap, and I get to watch a cinematic masterpiece in peace and quiet. i think this is a pretty sweet deal.”

“This is your home, just as it is mine.”

“That was your master plan? Really?” “No, my master plan was having no plan actually.”

“When life gives you lemons, squirt the juice into your enemies’ eyes and watch them whimper.”

“Maybe i'm too late to be your first, but right now, i'm preparing myself to be your last.”

“Over everything, I choose you.”

“You’ve given me so many memories, I'd hate it if you become one”

“I hope you heal from the things you dont wanna talk about”

“I was gonna marry her…”

“Because you always been my ticket home…”

“Have you ever gone stargazing?” “yeah, i’ve seen your eyes a few times.”

"Oh God- why are you half-naked?" "nothing you haven't seen before, love" "it's freezing, go put on a shirt-" "Nah, you can warm me up." 

“You never have to fear that you’re losing me.”

“Aw, you brought out the smile.” “Which smile?” “The one reserved for the people you love.” “How could you even tell?” “Because that’s how you smile at me.”

“No, you’re not allowed to smile at me like that.”

“This is not some predestined soulmate shit or fate or whatever. I love you all on my own. Because you’re awesome and because I want to.”

“You know, I prefer you naked, but that dress also looks breathtaking on you.”

“Believe in the me that believes in you”

“Work can wait. You need rest.”

“I got the recipe from your mom, i hope i did it justice.”

“I think i deserve a cuddle for letting you stick your icy little feet on me all night.”

“Ok…so, umm I made this playlist for our first month anniversary. I hope it’s not too bad!” “Omg, this is- I can’t believe it! I always wanted someone to make me a playlist!” 

“You already are a handful. Together, you guys are insufferable.”

“I’m right here.”

“Careful, or I will fall for you.” “You’ll be fine. I’ll buy you some knee pads.” “Knee pads but no helmet?” “If you’re falling for me, you’ve already taken a hit to the head.”

“Uh-oh.” “What’s wrong?” “That’s their ‘oh, you messed with the wrong bitch, bitch’ face.”

“You look like an idiot.” “You know, other people would say it’s nice to see me so happy. Or that I have a beautiful smile.”

“I’ve never seen you this happy before.”

“(Congrats.) You’re one of us now.”

“Please, never apologise for wanting to be loved.”

“Come on. I’ll show you how to dance”

"Are you still mad at me? I mean, it's okay if you are. I'm mad at myself, too."

"Put your head on my lap and sleep a little."

 “I don’t want to go to bed angry…can we please talk about this?” 

“Your cheeks are really soft.” “Stop squishing them!”

“You didn’t have to do anything…” “But i wanted to.”

[reading-stains]

soukoku fics: recs and reviews

look, i really like fanfiction. and i've always felt people sometimes don't give good enough reasons to actually read a lot of it. if you scroll down enough, you'll see i did that too. so i thought i'd help out some people that don't know what to read tonight. you'll notice i took my reviewing seriously hgdsafvkhagsv i'll add more in my reblogs as i go on with this review style, but for now, here are three fanfics that pushed me to do this. fair warning, they're long ones.

A Lesson in Thorns by arkastadt

Word Count: 454,556

Tags: Arranged Marriage, BSD Beast!AU, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Character Death, Heavy Angst, Happy Ending, Ghosts, So Much Smut

Review:

As one of the longest fics I’ve ever read, it took me three days to read it, and a lot of lost sleep. A Lesson in Thorns is a journey that no one is truly prepared for. It’s surprising, I think, how one only notices the slow burn in the beginning, and forget they didn’t start out together in the end. So many things happen in the span of those fifty chapters, and so many feelings arise alongside their events. The reader watches Chuuya grow into himself, despite the haunting (hehe) that surrounds him by the end. Dazai becomes a man wishing to live, despite becoming a ghost of who he used to be. It’s quite magical, the way the story builds upon itself. What is usually some home, this piece makes an empire. 

This author appealed a lot to the wants and needs within these characters, making a paced build up to the challenges the characters face. Furthermore, there is a wonderful line of thought that is unwavering, consistent to the very end. The reader meets Chuuya getting ready to be married. A deal has been struck with the Port Mafia, and as the leader of the Sheep, Chuuya must marry their boss. A questionable and confusing task, but Chuuya has no more cards under his sleeve, and he has to save Shirase from the pending prison sentence. He walks into where he is to be married, looking to find a wrinkled, aging man. Instead, he faces the bandaged limbs and cunning eye of Dazai Osamu, and the story truly begins. 

The reader already knows it’s not a choice left for random that Dazai takes Chuuya under his wing. It’s already stated that on the first day in his position as the boss, right after killing Mori and sixteen months before he and Chuuya marry, he finds the redhead. A search that is broken down as the story unravels, and an effort that builds them and breaks them apart and puts them back together. 

This fanfic is clearly derived from a lot of the factors pointed in Bungou Stray Dogs’s BEAST light novel, which in my eyes makes it all the more interesting. I tried to give a short insight into the beginning with as much care as I could without creating any spoilers for the reading. I guess from me, all my notes just say it’s worth it. This fic really drags you through so many stages of feelings and excitements, and it builds off from them until you reach a new peak all over again. 

On Deathless Feet by AbsoluteNegation

Word Count: 71,848

Tags: Caretaking, Controlling Arahabaki, Canon-Divergence, Port Mafia and Post-Port Mafia, Smut

Review:

There are some stories that find themselves tucked into a hidden corner. It does not make them any less, and it does not make them any better, it just makes them quiet. Which in turn, when they are finally found, makes them all the more surprising. That is how I feel about On Deathless Feet, tucked in a corner of Ao3, and all incredibly surprising. 

Written with a nonlinear narrative, the reader meets the famed Double Black in different moments, recently met, in the middle of their rise through the ranks, at the brink of their end, after their disconnection with years of silence. AbsoluteNegation makes a wonderful story threaded in different moments, contextualizing their uncomfortable return to each other with interruptions back to their old lives before Dazai’s split from the Port Mafia. The author mainly focuses on Arahabaki, and Chuuya’s relationship with understanding the singularity as it slips out of control. Dazai is sent in to help counter it throughout their time together, and long stretches of contact are needed to get it down to normal. 

With a state of constant carataking, the two are thrusted into communion, needing to learn to accept living with each other for the time being. It isn’t a foreign feeling, seeing the other there, but at the end of the day it’s hard for the two with all that past. A past the author explores in detail just as much, not holding back on making it layered and pretty and very intense. They are creatures of passion, that’s what drives this ship and makes it so loved, and the author doesn’t shy away from building on it. Just as well, however, does the author place their own touch to their relationship, with the care and devotion the two also experiment between them. This fanfic is a welcomed balance to the rockier roads often explored surrounding these two. It never lacks sharpness, but it definitely warms the heart.

music for our funeral by itotypes

Word Count: 67,723

Tags: No Smut, Angst, 70s, Musicians!AU, Drug Abuse, References to Child Neglect, Songwriting, Artistic Lyricism

Review:

Music for our funeral by itotypes is a breathtaking composition, and there is not much like it. Set in the 70s, the author explores the surrounding setting of the rock genre, and writes a story of struggle and connection. Starting out with a run-away teenager, we meet Dazai’s lackluster perfection, the narrative often picturing him as a clinical artist. After leaving home, we watch him make himself something, and see him survive until he looks to live. Meanwhile, the other side of the piece plays with a striving perfectionist, and a reckless guitarist, in the form of Chuuya. The man comes from a struggling family (a stark contrast to the origins of his partner), and finds himself lost in the music. 

An interesting part of the story is that we get to know the characters before they meet. In a way, it allows the reader to explore the lives privy to the explosion, and before the pining and intensity that sparks between the two. One of the most appreciative factors that make this story one of my personal favorites is the usage of images throughout it. With beautiful lyrics exploring the essence of a character’s beliefs without them needing to admit it to themselves, there is a clear view into the conflicts and selfish needs that each character has. 

This author’s work is best described as an ode to music. It comes as a surprise at times, the way words fit together in reverence to this branch of artistry. Yet the fact that it’s done through another form of storytelling, through the use of words on a screen instead of notes on one’s ear, makes it all the more captivating. There is no question this is a must read. 

[cherish--these--times]

I had some time to think hehe. I made a post recently about how even though they never went there, Ted Lasso gave us enough to establish that Ted and Rebecca are bonded for life in a way they can't define or undo. It happened organically, as it does in stories, as any writer would tell you, when some things just happen outside of their control and ingredients mix in a way they can't predict to make something unforeseen and inevitable.

And if things are indeed heading towards season 4, then we can safely assume that Ted is returning to London and he and Rebecca will be in each other's life again (Hannah W. has been very clear about not wishing to return unless it was with them both). OMG. This is such good news. And we have all the speculation out of the way. Both Nick M. and Hannah W. have been vocal about how much Tedbecca made sense and we had ground to walk on. They don't have to pretend it was never a thing anymore. We can just bask in the knowledge that whatever comes, they are destined to love each other until they die. And we can rejoice that they will find each other again and therefore be the best version of themselves that they can be. Because that's what they do to each other without even trying.

One other thing is, I can honestly say that I was DEVASTATED that Ted left everything behind to be alone without his new found family. I found this conclusion wretched and a betrayal of everything the show was trying to say up to that point. In a complete U-turn that felt like a punch to the gut and cruel to several characters and their growth throughout the show. Especially Ted. But Roy, too. And Keeley. And Beard, who got stuck with that manipulative cow. And Rebecca deserved better than a guy she never knew the name of on camera and never got her lightning moment with.

Even if it means setting them both up with someone else, I don't care. They need each other in their lives.

So I am so so chuffed that this is potentially what we're getting. Ted is coming back. No matter what happens, he is coming back to her. They will have each other again. They deserve that.