#answered ; asks.

[wishhero]

papilio-anima || kingdom hearts 358/2 days // acceping!

“   what’s the matter ??   you look like you’ve seen a ghost .   ” (for Siyang)

    ghosts weren't something the blond actor was fond of, it wasn't that he could see them per se, it was more that he had this bad feeling - like a cold chill creeping upon his skin. then again, he got spooked quite easily, "no! not at all!" he cried out, jumping slightly and alert.

"director hu, you can see them...can't you? ghosts?" there was that chill again, maybe he should move behind her in case.

[blankticket]

Ohhhh, boy.

Does he even ask for clarification, or is he stepping right onto the rake no matter what?

[text]: 【・ヘ・. ?】 [text]: You can be so cryptic with your texts!!

[cyberhunts]

@ghostlyvisage asked: “ i ain't no thief. ”

an optic. it's missing from his collection. one singular optic, indeed — but they mean more to him than anyone could truly appreciate. accusatory digit is lengthened and pointed at the creature. " you must've taken it. " spiteful, bitter, a perfect recipe for disaster. perhaps lockdown favours spending his time in the middle of such a complex combination. idealises it blowing up in his face, if only for the challenge to get it back under control. there comes a point where the struggle isn't enough. outright risks bring him closer to that homely sensation he hardly recognises anymore. he must up the ante.

i ain't no thief. a grimace, faceplates shift and lockdown glares something fierce. " so i'm lying, then? " another accusation. who's to say he hasn't hidden the optic himself, for the fun of it? for the rush. " you imply my trusted crew are responsible? what exactly are you getting at here, beast? you think i don't know what you are? a pitiful existence... perhaps i should've put you down after all. you dare lie to me? " / prompt.

[nuks]

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger. ( reverse ) / for rosemary ✉️ meme prompts: accepting ! ⋆.˚

          Nothing beats a cigattete after a good meal. Dinner sure put up a fight tonight, Rosemary muses as she digs her hole for the remainder of her meal, a cigarette dangling between her lips. She's humming a carefree tune before her eyes catch movement, and she's freezing up- much like the deer her father shot when she was a child. She's quick to recover, batting her lashes and smirking as she stabs her shovel into the ground.      ❛❛   Why don'cha come on over here, honey?   ❜❜     She coos, beaconing Stefan with her finger, her lips curved into a softened, alluring smile- despite the blood that stains the corners of her mouth.      ❛❛   I sure could use the help, I'm gettin' mighty sore...   ❜❜     She's ready for this young man's move... He'll likely give into her damsel in distress act and help her- then she could plan her next meal. @salvatoraes

[tomionefinds]

could you please recommend me good tomione ffs where its not set in hogwarts? And I prefer if it has dark themes😚

Hey Anon:

There's alot that fit this description so I'm placing just a few here to get started (I say this so no one thinks I deliberately slighted a fic--we have a wealth of darker, non Hogwarts fics, thank you writers). Many of the authors below have extensive backlists as well on A03 to explore in this pairing.-Haus

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Dimmuborgir by NoFootprintsinSand

E | complete | 93k

He steps straight out of the shadows one late autumn evening, but she is not afraid. At least not at first.

A Sin to Know by EchoPhoenix

M | WIP | 76k

Tom allowed a genuine smile past his bloody lips as he raised his slender fingers to his gaze. Miss Granger really ought to curb such a self destructive habit, digging her fingernails into her palm like a reprimanded child? How very unladylike. Tom pressed his fingers to his nose, smelling her sweet scent of copper and iron. He could hardly suppress a moan as he breathed her in deeply. He traced those two, bloody fingers across his lips, allowing his and hers to intermingle in an intimate act of which one party was not privy to. Tom couldn’t quite bring himself to care, his tongue darting out to taste her, despite himself overeager at the thought of her on his tongue. A groan escaped his throat, low and guttural as he dipped his fingers into his mouth, swirling her there like a fine wine. Hermione Granger tasted positively divine. (NOT abandoned- author just travelling :D)

Madam Umbridge Home for Wayward girls by LovelyVillain

E | complete | 753k

Hermione’s life takes a dark turn after the death of her parents, leaving her at the mercy of a tyrannical Matron. Her new home is more prison than sanctuary, haunted by ghosts bearing terrible, bloody secrets. And though she is surrounded by troubled young women, it is the men in her life who teach her that freedom comes at the greatest price of all. Victorian AU, Tomione, Dramione, no triad

The Itch by Seollem

E | Complete | 75k

Tom looked intrigued. “Soul Glass? I’ve never heard of it.”

“Oh, yes, it’s a very rare material, indeed! If you look carefully, you can see the other half of your soul on the other side. Perhaps that of a lucky lady?” Mr. Burke winked conspiratorially. “How fascinating.” A slow, predatory smile overtook the handsome features of Tom’s face, something flashing in his eyes as they locked on the shadow beside his reflection. “A piece of my soul, you say?”

The Prisoner by NerysDax

E | Complete | 180k

Imprisoned, Lord Voldemort is considered a threat of the past. His knowledge is desired by many. Yet, his offer is for one person only: Hermione Weasley-Granger.

Wolfer by peppershark

E | WIP | 38k

In the year 1889, Tom Riddle has travelled west to a little gold-rush town in the foothills of California’s High Sierras. What happens next shouldn’t have been so easy. He never meant to find a woman this early in his plan, but lucky for Tom this little fury is just a firecracker of accidental magic. It gives him a fine feeling seeing the preacher’s daughter going about the town, doing the Lord’s work, and not even knowing she belongs to him. Of course, Hermione Granger doesn’t even know she’s a witch. Old west AU with magic. Dark romance.

The Anti-Heroine by Chershire_Carroll

M | WIP possibly abandoned but worth it | 641k

Hermione Granger knows she's not a good person. Disillusioned with life at only twelve years old; she is cynical, manipulative, ruthless and, above all else, a survivor. For six years she has lived on the streets of London with only her sharp mind and her sharper knives to keep her alive, but a letter from an owl changes everything for Hermione, and the bond she forms on the Hogwarts Express with a timid boy with broken glasses, skinny wrists and a lightning-shaped scar will change the whole of Wizarding Britain.   Main Pairing: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle

[envyinvictus]

@glorykill asked: “ you don’t seem like yourself. ” / from starscream.

no. he supposes he doesn't. perhaps parts of him remain frozen. icy and withheld from even himself. how much did they take from him? was anything removed? the scans his system carries out aren't enough, because something's missing. something he's certain he'll never get back — an experiment. insect fingers trailing over his protoform, sharp machines poking and prodding at him. megatron grimaces, glaring over his shoulder at his second-in-command.

          " i don't? " aggressive, he offers a warning snarl. mind your business. " perhaps it's your insensitive inquiries, starscream. too much, too soon. you've achieved too little to be making such observations. because no matter how i may seem, it appears you very much remain the same. incompetent. disastrously so. since you're so chatty, perhaps we should be talking about that. hm? " / prompt.

[veilhunts]

@glorykill asked: " i know you're good at killin'. " / from erron.

tips head in acknowledgement. good isn't the right word, though. he is supernatural. seemingly capable of controlling the energy around him. defying the impossible with fascinating ease. " i'm not here for you. " an obvious statement, he'd be dead already if he was. his words verge on derogatory. he doesn't know who this individual is. has no clue about his potential. it is an honour to be hunted by damocles. hence his total absence of concern as his head tils back and he says, " i will be, if you get in my way. " a subtle blade is pressed to the other's abdomen as though to prove his point. i could kill you right now. a head tilt. " you should leave. there will be chaos here, soon. " / prompt.

[joroghoul]

Me: SEVERELY arachnophobic.

Also Me: HELLO, I FUCKING LOVE SHINI —

OH NOOOOO, I don’t think I’ve ever posted actual images of spiders just art of humanoid spider stuff so I hope you’re okay with that. But! I appreciate you loving Shini, I’ve had her for like eight years maybe and I’ve been through so much with her. Fun fact her earliest draft she was a tattoo artist who was covered in modernized edo art tattoos and had a motorcycle. I ended up changing it because I hated having to constantly draw her tattoos and I couldn’t draw a motorcycle for the life of me.

[wishhero]

naku-weed || kingdom hearts 358/2 days // acceping!

“   this is such a great spot   . . .   how’d you find it ??   ” (for Jeht)

    it was one jeht noticed that was often secluded, no one to bother her and benben. a seat taken to rest up, only for a while until someone else was here. for now, she didn't seem like a threat, a local of inazuma assumed from her attire.

head turned towards her, while eyes covered, she could see perfectly well. "benben noticed there weren't monsters around here," it had a perfect scenery of the water, the distant land away, one suited well with the machine construct beside her who only made a small noise.

[blankticket]

📣 + Freestyle answer!

🎵 // (a very distorted version of) If We Save Just One Child It Will Be All Worth It - Lauren Bousfield

Transcript:

thank you! i think i'll take this opportunity to talk about the "wanted poster arc" that's currently concluding.

it's main inspiration's definitely ursula k. le guin's "[the ones who walk away from] omelas", which is a utopia that thrives on the condition that a lone child suffers an eternal hell; the dilemma of the 'tortured child'.

the concept's compelling to me, as is other derivative work, like isabel j. kim's "why don't we just kill the kid in the omelas hole". for the isolan stamptwins, whose plot's central conflict depends on how these two clash morally, i wanted to express another facet to the dilemma.

what if there was someone who volunteered to be the tortured child?

but, of course, spirale is not omelas; even with there being a tortured child (figuratively. vash is 150+ years old), there clearly is no utopia borne from that. and the tormentor in question is the one who has had utter control over the situation—knives decided to stop, decided to return his brother back to his home. and, of course, those who the (figurative!) tortured child had aimed to make happy are made unhappy all throughout the devil deal

there's quite a bit of background and lead-up going into this, which is easier if you're familiar with at least trigun maximum and easier still if you're familiar with trigun stampede, and what i've been getting up to before this. regardless you can still glean what's inferred to thematically reverberate from the reactions of those involved from the trigun roster.

as with any Big Thing i put stamps through, most of my interest is in the consequences—positive and negative—following what happens.

even though i know it, i don't want to write the objective truth of what happened, for the sake of everyone reading behind the screen; i want to write how it is (specifically) distilled from those involved. that way, i'm encouraging interaction from whatever intrigue that might've been piqued from reading this.

or at least, i hope so! i don't bite…

[cyberhunts]

@glorykill asked: " a lie flies, while the truth... it only crawls. " / from starscream.

isn't it strange, to think once upon a time this blathering fool held the power to be his lord and master. faceplates shift into a grimace. what an outrageous notion. it'd all been quite laughable, back then. how he'd kidded himself into operating alongside a team of backstabbers. starscream is no different. " lies can be caught, " he retorts with a sniff. if something can fly, it can most certainly be gutted. " granted, they're harder to catch, but once they are... " head tilts, gaze roaming over the seeker.

he'd like a pair of wings like that to put up on the wall of his ship — but not his. no, he doesn't need a reminder that cybertronians like starscream exist. " deception isn't impressive, " he says monotonously, " outlasting the consequences of truth is. " or outright evading either. a happy medium. the decepticons had been a lie. a sham. the violence megatron promised was watered down by his mechs. " it's unusual for you to fly so far from the nest. any reason in particular, or will that be a lie too? " / prompt.

[nuks]

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it / but it’s just a picture of a full trash can

meme prompts: accepting ! ˖*

          ❛❛   What the fuck...   ❜❜     Hollywood isn't unused to receiving weird shit from Jiwoon, but the random picture of a garbage can has Hollywood frowning, his brows knitting. He figures it's an insult- they're what Jiwoon specializes in. Hollywood huffs as he types out a response, irritation bubbling up inside him.

          [ nice selfie. ]

          [ stop texting me, I'm busy. ]

          He rolls his eyes, sends the text, and pockets his phone, vowing to ignore Jiwoon for the rest of the day. But they both know Hollywood will reply as soon as the other musician does. 

[tornticket]

Even softened by his life here, there is a reason he was dubbed the Punisher.

A single voice message; whether Knives listens to it or not, he doesn't care. How he even got this number is anyone's guess. His voice is deep, rumbling, the guttural snarl of a predator animal. A threat, unmistakable:

"Didn't I tell you? Don't forget it."

Humans are so easy to manipulate.

He really has tried to learn to be like them, hasn't he? Making promises out of so much fear.

"Didn't I tell you? Don't forget it. "Didn't I tell you? Don't forget it."

Knives tilts his head, watching carefully. No response. Which is strange, considering that he ought to feel lonely by now. Or at least grateful, for the sake of hearing his friend clearly being alive and well, as promised. Was Vash expecting to hear something else?

He leans away, letting the silence soak in around the two of them. No heroic footsteps. No rescuer calling out for his name. The vengeful snarl of the Punisher is nothing more than a recording of a tinny bark from an audio chip.

[aliveafterparadise]

Late to the party on your spn michifer post but 👀 hello??? Incredible

If you're interested in doing spn michifer stuff at some point I would be so down, those two absolutely need to fuck in that graveyard and/or in the cage 🥰 (I know you said you don't write incest so no pressure there, but 🥴 fuckin' at the cemetery would be very hot)

LISTEN OKAY thank you for asking) and hope you’ve been well 🙏🏽

But yes, I admit I haven’t watched too much SPN but I’ve tried to study the later arcs and read up on it thru the Wikia

I was thinking of a 3-chapter sequence where Michael and Lucifer fuck in the Wasteland after telling Mary to fuck off, all while dramatic monologuing after each other that even separate universes can’t keep them apart

Then the second sequence is the big showdown where Sam!Lucifer hopes Adam!Michael won’t fight him like God wants, is surprised to find out Michael is with him on this before there’s more fucking. Obviously, Dean’s gonna just come over and be like ‘you know what, bad time, I’m leaving’

Therefore, Michael and Lucifer don’t get thrown in the cage by chapter 3. Instead, I like the idea that their graces leave Adam and Adam to find their “true” perfect vessel (which I usually imagine them as having long hair, my men gotta have long hair) and encounter each other in like a Gala-style setting where they ‘hunt’ for each other since their whole thing is endlessly pursuing each other ✨

[veilhunts]

@thecrime asked: " i give my allegiance to no one. " / from spector.

something he's never been able to appreciate is total independence. he's always served, in one way or another. as a child, as a man — makes no difference. someone held out their palm and he placed a result into it. that's how it's always been and that's what he prefers. the guidance, the restraint that comes with allegiance. he doesn't envy what control must be required to be lonesome. knows for a fact he doesn't possess it. nevertheless, he's far from respectful of this individual's choice. flashes teeth despite his veil — is that a tone? " then you will die alone, " he says plainly, disinterested. the offer had been purely transactional. damocles could find good use for someone like spector. good purpose, good rewards. it's ignorant, to outright turn one's nose up at such an offer. and it's not loneliness that he believes is the negative. he spends much of his time on his own, himself. what he feels works against the other is that without allegiance, there's nothing to be gained. iglu likes to gain, whether it's something physical or emotional — he always appreciates new opportunities. " doesn't matter to me. " / prompt.

[severefartoholic]

i want to see him in the factory i rate him a 4 because he is not working