#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!!

[bodyhorrors]

"okay gayboy, whatever you say." (from skunk to Hollywood he's also rolling his eyes at him do u see the vision)

☆ random asks: accepting !

          His eye twitches.      ❛❛   I told you to quit calling me that.   ❜❜     He hisses, before shaking his head and straightening up his jacket cuffs, trying to look nonplussed and uncaring... Despite how his temper is bubbling beneath the surface. He's not sure how the guy does it, but Skunk never fails to get under his skin.     ❛❛   ... How did you even get in here? Do I need to get security on your ass again?   ❜❜    

[ravenhold]

fangoffenrir said "So... How long have you worked here?"

first meetings // accepting!

     dark eyes stare up, was this a serious question or a stupid one? stoic expression remains the same, then again, it wasn't as if anyone knew who she was to begin with - that or she pretended she worked in one of the shops.

what was a more preferable answer? she wasn't in a mood for sarcasm. arms folded across her chest, "i own the building."

[hallagold]

Rumor has it Viago once tried to poison her, but switched their cups at the last minute, realizing how beautiful she was.

rumor has it ...

Teia grins. “This is true. I am sure he will love to know that someone else has him allllllll figured out.”

Well, at least it’s partially true.

[aliveafterparadise]

you're the reason I had fallen down the Yahweh yaoi rabbit hole

I'm not sure if I should blame you or thank you for that

🌝

[envyinvictus]

@ghostlyvisage asked: “ you treat all your guests this nice? ”

teeth are bared and a guttural rumble leaves him. sharp digits flex and his gaze drifts — down and back up. he cares not for the theatrics of this meeting. " you're no guest, " megatron states bluntly. " you're here t' do a job. a hunter, are you not? or am i wasting my time? " another snarl. " i have a job for you. " no 'if you're interested' or 'if you're not too busy.'

there were no ifs, with megatron. you did as you were told or you suffered the consequences. after all, there is no greater wrath than his. " it requires extensive skill. a tolerance for manipulation, and resilience. patience... you are capable of these? " he knows he is. otherwise he'd already be dead. soundwave had overseen the process of ensuring this hunter fit all the necessary requirements. " well? "

[ironprinccss]

→ [ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders @wildyovths

truthfully, scarlett hadn't expected to be gone long enough from her home to see frost on the grass; but here they were. she sighed, knowing that if her mother wasn't worried sick already ( which, she knew she was ), then the prospect of it growing colder while she was out here would only worsen the fears of the queen.

the princess had been lost in her thoughts as they walked, subconsciously holding her arms tight against the brisk air. it wasn't until she felt the weight on her shoulders that she was snapped from her thoughts — and she turned her crystalline gaze towards tristan. a soft smile on her lips.

" thank you, " she said, putting her arms in the sleeves and holding the garment close — " but if you need it back, you can have it. i'll be fine. "

[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

[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]

Happy holidays!

There are a few gifts. One box contains two wooden carvings, both hand-painted. One is a true to size rock ptarmigan, while the other is a small bundle of geraniums in a tiny pot. It's obvious a lot of time was spent on both carvings.

Another wrapped package contains a black denim jacket with an assortment of deep red flowers embroidered along the back and the right sleeve. The left sleeve has been carefully tailored to accommodate Vash's prosthetic.

And last: a small container of homemade maple candies.

The note with it simply says:

Thank you.

Unsigned, but obvious enough who the sender is.

So much of Spirale's everyday happenings felt like little miracles of their own. Envelopes and packages were routinely delivered intact to Home, with immeasurable care put into these physical means of contact. Sure, most of the time it was simply spam mail, but...

"Oh." Other times it was the unexpected sentimental holiday gifts that found their way into Vash's care.

The bird, round and unblinking and not hungry at all, sits nicely in Vash's hands. It's later moved to a high shelf in the kitchen, watching over from where it's perched. The plant, made more ornamental than ever, is taken all the way up to the Geodome; alongside its real siblings, the paint work is nearly enough to fool anyone at a glance.

The carefully-tailored jacket is tucked into the far end of his closet, and the candies are shaken into the dish near the entrance of Home. He doesn't take any of them himself, and they're unlabeled and nondescript enough that Nicholas doesn't ask where they're from.

Vash doesn't text him back. He didn't give him any gifts this year. It felt wrong to even think of discarding them, but it felt no better to hide them away and leave them unacknowledged.

[bodyhorrors]

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

[hallagold]

Rumor has it she was once engaged to Illario. A bond between houses of legendary caliber!

rumor has it ...

"Ha! Is that what they are saying? Illario could only be so lucky."

[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.