#anyways this is meant to be a lighthearted thing don't take it too seriously :)

[mishalikessoundsandcolours]

I feel like starting a tag game so let's go :D

If you could take three people (celebrities, fictional characters, mythological beings, anyone really), steal their gender and mix these three genders into the ultimate gender for yourself, which people's genders would you take? (feel free to add pictures)

I'll go first:

Rick Wright

Peregrin Took

And David Bowie in this particular era

Tagging (no pressure to do this ofc!):

@falldogbombsthemoon @aseriesofshocks @horrormovie-addict @tabb1tha @vengefulvermin @percys-lemons @coffeefromvoid @killingthemoon84 @skelegenie @miko-fellco @insectsinthestars and anyone else who wants to join!! (sorry if I forgot anyone)

[kingprinceleo]

Hey! Big fan of your comics and art! Just wanted to say I ALSO love your vampire AU!

I just want to say that it's ok if it feels like your story is falling apart. This happens to me too. But sometimes our stories have to fall apart for things to come back together better than before. And even if you don't pick up the story again in the same way, it's such a fun and dramatic AU and I love seeing any and all your art about it!

This has happened to me too!

As someone who's been constructing my own AU for literal years, I 100% understand your pain and frustration. (I have been crafting my AU since Forces released in 2017. Then redid the AU within the context and canon of the IDW comics. Then again when Frontiers released because I'm tying all those together. I will make Forces a more coherent story even if it kills me!) I've been working on my AU for 7+ years at this point and there were a lot of times where it felt like everything I built up was falling apart. But with enough time, giving myself room to breathe, things that I loved about what I had made, it came back to life, albeit years later.

What I mean to say is, you don't have to give up on the narrative you made. If you need/want to because it's too stressful, people will understand. But also don't be afraid to let your ideas take new shape and forms, you may like what you revise more than what you crafted originally! Anyway, this hopefully is encouraging and I hope you have a wonderful day!

hughghhbuhhh thank u, me when other people are very nice to me and tell me things are going to be ok and im not alone and its not the end of the world hhggubuh

idk i just feel the vampire au started getting away from me when i tried to throw in so many bad guys and started taking everything way too seriously- the original vision was always meant to be silly and not some giant grand plot, but then i started really connecting with the versions of the characters and wanted to give them more, and i just kept throwing more stuff at the wall without really fleshing things out and now i feel all tangled up in ideas i only half like and code spaghetti .its just been so distressing and has killed my mood for entire days sometimes

currently, the ideal tonal goal for vampire au would be kinda mashing Splatoon story modes and dungeon meshi together- pretty lighthearted and very silly but Watch Out

its just so hard to try again on a clean slate bc my brain is just so adjusted to the old version its hard to come up with anything new to replace stuff with </3

and man good luck with tying you own au together !! u got this !! have a good day as well !

[kagayakukagavaku]

+ ABOUT BLOG!

Hello there, welcome to my blog!

You can call me Kagayaku or just Kagu for simplicity.

I use they/them pronouns. ^_^

First of all, as you can tell by the image, this blog contains an Ask Series called Ask Cat Zane! If that is not what you're interested in, or you know about it already feel free to look at the other stuff about this blog! :>

Ask Cat Zane

Welcome to the Ask Cat Zane series! What happened here? Jay will tell you it's a long story, but I will tell you all about it! While the ninja had a prolonged vacation after defeating the Crystal King, Jay decided to cause some mischief around the Monastery with pranks! However, these pranks went awry! Jay found a mysterious Cat.exe chip meant for androids and installed it into Zane's head! Now chaos has erupted! Follow the ninja on their chaotic adventures to try and remove the Cat.exe virus from Zane. Help them out by giving them suggestions and ask Cat Zane questions along the journey!

Other Stuff About This Blog

This is my only blog and it will probably stay this way. Since my brain would probably crash in the event that I had multiple blogs, I've mashed everything into this one!

Don't worry though, to keep things organized it's just a Ninjago blog with a minor exception*.

Besides Cat Zane posts, I will post other art I made relating to Ninjago, post about Ninjago, and re-blog stuff about Ninjago that I think is funny or cool :) I may also participate in tag games from time to time if I'm brave enough LOL.

*(On occasion I will re-blog signal boosts or good news, because I like to spread the word. However, it's not a focus point of the blog, and pretty much the only exception.)

Other Asks

Although the ask box is open for the Ask Cat Zane series, you are more than welcome to ask me questions unrelated to the series.

I am more than happy to share my ideas, experiences, head canons, even other Ninjago AU's! (Trust me I have a LOT of them. Too many.)

Please, don't be shy! I enjoy seeing your asks and am more than happy to answer them, even if it takes me a long time to respond. (And if that's the case I'm probably just planning how I want to answer, or my job is kicking my ass. ((That also goes for Cat Zane asks!))

Seriously, the only thing I ask is that you don't ask about or for weird shit. And you know what I mean when I say that. My blog is SFW and is meant to be lighthearted and funny.

Disrespectfully leave if you are: Anti-LGBT, racist, sexist, Pro-ship, anti-Gaza. If you are any of these or the kind of dangerous people associated with any of these, I want nothing to do with you.

Anyway, that's all I got for you! Have fun on this silly blog! :]

[catboyebooks]

junko, as herself this time, adopts a gentle tone and tells mukuro she's sorry for all the mean things she's said and for trying to kill mukuro and for trying to manipulate her into killing naegi even though she knows how mukuro feels about naegi. she then references the photo naegi took of their class, the one later given to him during chapter 6 of the canon game:

^ that one, anyway, in that photo mukuro's actually bothering to face the camera, whereas in all the other photos of their class (the ones their other classmates took) she's facing/looking away. i mean, obviously that's not quite how junko explains it, she says it was obvious that mukuro had a crush by how she suddenly cared about having her picture taken when naegi was the one taking pictures, but her saying that made me look up the CGs to confirm that naegi's photo is the only one where she's looking at the camera and it is. i wonder if that was intended when the CGs were originally drawn or if it's a detail that was pulled out and elaborated on for the sake of this story? i can't say i ever read into that before lol. anyway

junko's talking about the photos in a way that might be interpreted by an outside observer as sisterly teasing. her tone is affectionate and lighthearted. she says mukuro ought to have tried to take pictures with naegi, calls mukuro a disappointment again, and then says "Still, even though you're disappointing and annoying, I still love you." this, to mukuro, is a verbal bullet (lol geddit?). even though i'm not reading this in japanese i feel extremely confident that junko didn't say daisuki here, this is definitely an aishiteru moment. mukuro's been waiting her whole life to get an "i love you" from her sister, although she's always believed that junko loves her. in this moment, though, she realizes she didn't fully understand junko's feelings before. maybe junko meant it when she spoke kindly to mukuro and apologized, maybe the "i love you" was sincere too, but what is obvious to mukuro is that junko means to cut ties. (this is the main reason i'm so sure she used 愛してる rather than 大好き — there's an implication of seriousness/finality here.) before mukuro can properly recover from this, junko goes on to say "i'm sure someday you'll make your dreams come true." to put it bluntly, despair terrorists don't talk to each other like this. mukuro's not supposed to have dreams, or a future, and the only way she could have those things is if she stopped being part of shsl despair.

mukuro is totally crushed by this. even if despair is junko's thing and not hers, mukuro has still dedicated more than half her life to helping her sister with her despair schemes. this basically is her life's work too. and now junko's essentially saying "i don't need you anymore." mukuro's actually hoping that junko will take back the "i love you" and revert back to being verbally abusive, not for masochistic reasons but because the status quo would be better than her current emotional pain. but junko doesn't take back anything she said. instead she says "i love you" again, bids mukuro goodbye, and the monitor goes black.

[cursivebloodlines]

"Great! Does that mean I get to snack on the rest? I'll definitely be in need of a good sugar rush to get me through it," Logan teased, the mere thought alone amusing him greatly. Another one of his usual grins traced his lips, though it probably never quite faded to begin with. And of course, he wouldn't really need the sugar rush, it wouldn't be that difficult. At least, not really; there would be munchies there he could feast on, no doubt, but for the moment it was enough for him to keep him entertained. The thought of it all. Who was he if not a little dramatic, anyway? When Moira asked him for further info to expand on his question, he simply shrugged. "Could be both, could be neither," he joked again, being vague for the one and sole purpose of being a pain in the ass - in the normal Logan Chadwick fashion. His brows quirked upwards in silent question when she offered to answer both questions offered. His head tilted slightly, his interest piqued. His facial expression soon morphed from bantering mirth to sheer perplexity within seconds as she talked. In normal instances, he probably would have pointed out that she didn't answer the second question but he was too confused with the first answer she had provided him with! "You're kidding, right? Please tell me you're kidding?" he asked incredulously, shaking his head with a gentle scoff following. "No one asks you out? I find that really hard to believe; you're beautiful, funny, and patient enough to put up with me and my shenanigans so there's another bonus," he explained almost quickly, a soft chuckle added at the end as he picked up a fry and threw it at her playfully. Logan spoke as if he was simply listing the most obvious facts the world had to offer. "Their loss anyway. Screw 'em. It's them who dunno what they're missing." Did she make things more difficult than they needed to be? He rolled his head from side to side as if seriously dwelling on the question before settling with a shrug, waving off with a laugh. "Nah. Well. Sometimes, but don't we all? And no, I promise I can act; I was thinking more about you - if you could," he teased with another laugh.

To Moira's rebuttal of bracing herself, Logan winked at her, the same grin still plastered over his face as he offered her a quick thumbs up. Said expression changed to him narrowing his eyes at her protest, and now it was time for him to roll his eyes at her. "Hmm, nah. And even if it did go both ways, you can agree it gets me out of trouble more often than not." Again, debatable. But he really did enjoy trying his luck, which he couldn't deny. A small frown etched. Again with the self-deprecation; what was that all about? "Just telling you the truth. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself." Among all the playing around, those were words he genuinely meant. Logan laughed loudly at her dramatization of a 'love confession' and honestly he couldn't stop - she was hilarious. A feigned, melodramatic yelp left his lips as the fry came into contact with his face, scrunching his face up before proceeding to pick up the dropped fry and eating it anyway. "Careful there, I almost totally believed you!" He teased. Again he attempted to think of a viable story for the two of them, but couldn't really form anything. Brief ideas...yet the pieces needed to slot together. But he was confident they could do it, definitely. "How about a classic friends-to-lovers story? Everyone is a sucker for one of those. And it sounds more believable than love at first sight, you know? Plenty of leeway to make it all cutesy and shit, whatever you want," It was a suggestion, she didn't have to take it. It was just an idea. "Activities? For a reunion?" he queried, tilting his head. "Didn't realise they did stuff like that. But hey, I'm up for it. It will be fun, yeah? You just tell me where we're going and I'll get us there," he said with a lighthearted chuckle, he always had been one to go with the flow. Some said he was too laid back for his own good.

If she was happy, then he was happy. Simple as. Logan didn't know what he was getting himself into, not really, but he had no problem with it. Any excuse to go out and have a good time was enough persuasion for him. Besides, it meant he got to spend more time with Moira which was a bonus if you asked him. Elbow perched on the table, he rested his chin against his hand, he eyed her curiously. About to ask if she was okay, that smile soon returned though he suspected there was something underlying. He could ask her later, maybe. Made a mental note of it in the back of his head. She seemed excited about this whole thing which in return, had another smile tugging on the corners of his lips. "How nice is really nice?" He retorted with a chuckle. "Wait, what? No, don't be silly. Come on. At least let me pay half. That's fairer, no?"

"You'll have to get me a ton of packets of them, then, because God knows I'll be snacking on the rings all of the time. You know me and my food..." She laughed and took a bite from her burger. When he asked 'why is that?', he didn't elaborate and she furrowed her brow. "Why is what? Why is that I trust you or why is it that I'm not seeing anyone? I can give you both answers. I'm not seeing anyone because people don't wanna see me. No one asks me out, as embarrassing as that sounds. Then again, it shouldn't be embarrassing. I dunno...I shouldn't be bothered." Moira gave a shrug of her shoulders and she popped another fry into her mouth. "You don't need to take masterclasses in acting to pretend to be my fiancé, unless you think it would take a lot of acting to pretend to be in love with me." She tilted her head to the side and gave him a little smirk. "I promise, I'm not that hard to love..." She murmured, but teased him and wrinkled up her nose a little. "I mean, from what I believe. I could be wrong and could be so fucking difficult. You've been my friend for how long now? Do I make things more difficult than I need to?"

"I can only imagine what you're going to come up with, Logan, so I'm bracing myself." Moira grinned and she rolled her eyes. She started laughing when he said his smile gets him out of trouble and she shook her head, "Uh-huh, I've seen it happen both ways, so." The woman gave him a look and sipped from her drink. When he said he'd take her falling in love with him as a huge compliment, she shook her head, "I promise you wouldn't, but that's sweet of you to say, otherwise." She chuckled and gave another roll of her eyes as he spoke about her actually being in love with him already because of the way she was talking about his dimples. "Oh, God, you caught me. I'm in love with you, Logan. So, so in love with you. It's why I asked you to do this, because I want you to fall in love with ME." She snorted and threw a fry at his face before sighing, "Okay! Okay...we'll think up a story together. I promise. And it doesn't have to be really romantic. People might see through it. It'll be cute." She bit into her lip and ran her fingers through her hair before she wiggled around a little bit. A hum escaped her and she took another bite from her burger. "They have little activities all leading up to the reunion. Not everyone does them, but I wanted to do a couple."

Moira knew she was risking a lot doing this because she could swear she's slept with quite a few people in her class in the past, as clients. Hopefully they kept their mouths shut and didn't start anything while they were there. It would lead to more trouble if they had families and everything. She took a deep breath and shook herself from her thoughts before plastering on another smile for Logan before she crossed her legs up on the seat to get more comfortable. "Apart from my massive favour that I will be forever indebted to you for doing for me..." She beamed and bit into her lip. "...we'll be staying in a really nice hotel for a week. Everything's being paid for by me. You don't need to pay a dime, I promise. I'll pick up everything because this is a lot, I know."

[spaceyflowerswriting]

Heyyy can you write danny and reader kissing ? Thx bye bye

lots of love (daniel park x reader)

details: fluffy drabble, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and daniel are dating

summary: daniel gets rewarded by his partner for the many nice things he's done for them.

a/n: thanks for the cute request :] <3

×

Daniel wasn't sure what was up with him today, but he wasn't going to question it when every single one of his acts of services expressed to you was met with your sweet smile. Honestly he was starting to convince himself that he'd just be like this for the rest of his life if it meant he could see you smile like that.

"Devoted to them for the rest of my life..." Like a doting husband.

He blushed at the thought. What was he thinking? You two were still highschoolers with uncertain futures in the making. He shouldn't be committing to such a heavy decision at his age. Still, the thought was nice.

A happy sigh passed his lips and you were quick to notice.

"Are you daydreaming again?"

"Sorry," he replied with a laugh, going back to sweeping the floor.

You smiled and went back to your own chore of tidying the classroom by sorting out some books. "You don't have to be sorry, I was just pointing it out. What were you daydreaming about, by the way?"

"Um..." He quietly cleared his throat, unable to stop the pink that was beginning to color in his cheeks. "Nothing much." In an attempt to avoid further questioning, he asked, "Do you want to take a break? We should go get a drink of water or something after our hard work."

The playful look you gave him made his heart race but he calmed when you went along with his suggestion.

He set his broom down and made a beeline for the door of the classroom. "Okay! I'll run and go get some water bottles for us--"

"Nuh-uh. You've done more than enough for me, today." You stepped towards the door, clearly intending to block it.

Daniel kept walking over anyway. "But--"

"Nope." Once you stood in front of the door, he stopped moving to pout. "Stay right where you are. I'm going to get the water bottles."

There was a momentary lighthearted staredown, although Daniel was only using his puppy eyes. That, combined with his pout, made for his ultimate charming tactic. Or at least that's what he hoped. Thankfully, it worked either way and he brightened up as soon as you huffed.

"Okay, fine, you can come along."

"Thank you!" He hurried to follow you out when you left the classroom.

"Seriously, though, you've done way too much for me today."

Daniel cheekily remarked with, "There's no limit, is there?"

You lightly elbowed him. "Yes, but I'm starting to feel guilty. I mean, you even gave me a shoulder massage earlier."

Maybe that was a little over the top, but oh well. He continued to tease, "Well, that's just because I'd do anything for you."

"Daniel, you are too much sometimes, you know that?"

"In a bad way or--" Before he could finish, you grabbed his collar and slightly pulled him down to your height to kiss him. He quickly melted into the kiss and his hands found themselves resting on your hips.

Usually he was unsure of where to place his hands whenever the two of you kissed, but at the moment it came naturally to him. Seemed like something really was up with him today. He could only hope it'd last so long it became a part of him.

After you pulled away, you leaned in to his ear and quietly said, "I'll give you more kisses later~"

His cheeks colored in pink the same way as before and a big grin formed on his face while you properly pulled away this time and continued to walk off. He trailed after you like the lovesick puppy he was.

×

bonus extra writing below that i thought was funny but scrapped lol (original plan for this drabble/oneshot was daniel being awkward about a first kiss)

"Be gentle... and fast. Be manly... but kind. Got it?"

"Zack, that sounds awfully familiar to something you've told Vasco before."

"Hey, if a piece of advice works, there's nothing wrong with repeating it. And it's not like you have any advice, Jace."

Jace's smile cracked. "Yeah... but still. Daniel asked how you kiss someone."

"And? My advice still applies?"

Daniel rubbed at his nape, glancing between his friends. "Uh, but Zack, how exactly do you kiss someone in a manly way?" He was only met with silence and Jace awkwardly looking away.

Eventually, Zack managed to mutter, "Well... you just..."

Jace sighed and lightly slapped Zack's arm, making the latter glare at him. "Stop making shit up, you're just going to confuse poor Daniel."

"I'm--!"

"Daniel, just talk to your partner about it. Learn together or something. That's the best advice I can offer."

"Ah, okay! Thanks, Jace." Daniel politely bowed his head at Jace and then nodded at his other friend. "You, too, Zack."

"Anytime, Daniel," replied Jace as Zack gave him a thumbs up and a, "Come back anytime for dating advice!"

[i-heart-vampussy]

FIRST DATE

paul takes you on a date :) he's not good at it but he's trying :)!! technically this isn't y'all's first date but i wanted to name the fic after the blink-182 song so.

paul x reader

paul is a hot mess, gn! reader

rating: fluff

a/n: this is kinda short T-T ive been having a hard time writing lately :(

Paul said he'd meet you at "around six-thirty", which in Paul time meant more like seven.

You were used to a late dinner at this point. Working the night shift meant a weird sleep schedule, this dinner date might as well been your breakfast. But currently it was seven-forty five and you were getting hungry.

It was weird, you'd thought, that Paul even wanted to take you out to dinner in the first place. Vampires didn't eat food, and your previous dates had been mostly at concerts or the cave. You guys hadn't even really begun officially dating until last week. The past three months had been a friends with benefits sort of deal, not that you were disappointed Paul wanted to take it further.

You were brought back from your thoughts by the thundering of a motorcycle. Ah, there he was. The boys had the loudest bikes on the boardwalk, you always knew when they were around.

"Where were you?" You asked Paul as he hopped off his bike.

"Vampire biz, sorry. Hope you haven't been waiting too long" He punctuated his apology with that mischievous grin that you couldn't stay mad at.

He led you into the restaurant while holding your hand, giddy with excitement. "You're gonna love tonight baby! I've got so many plans, it's like three dates in one. A triple date. A...trate. Yeah!"

The two of you stood in the lobby for a minute before a hostess approached you. "Do you two have a reservation?" She smiled and flipped through a large reservation book.

You looked at Paul expectantly, but he looked like a deer in headlights.

"You... have to make a reservation?"

Oh god. He forgot.

To be fair fancy restaurants weren't places Paul frequented, you couldn't blame him for not knowing. He begged the hostess to let you sit, but it was useless. You honestly felt bad for the woman, you're sure she would've gotten in trouble if she said yes.

"FUCK!" Paul kicked a trash can as soon as you exited the restaurant. "Fucking reservation. Of course. God I'm stupid"

Paul looked more upset than you'd ever seen him. He was a lighthearted guy, you're not sure why he's taking this date so seriously.

"It's not a big deal baby really-" You started.

"It is! Our first anniversary dinner needs to be special!"

You cocked your head in confusion. What the fuck was he talking about? "Anniversary...? Paul we've only been dating for a week"

"Yeah, it's our one week anniversary," He slumped against a street light. "And I fucked it up..."

He looked so upset you almost felt bad for laughing. "Paul... people don't really do things for their one week anniversary. I don't even think that's a thing. I appreciate it! But you really don't have to"

You expected him to be embarrassed, but instead his face lit up with excitement. "So I'm not a bad boyfriend?"

"You wouldn't be a bad boyfriend if it was our anniversa-" You were cut off by Paul tackle-hugging you.

He pulled back and grabbed your hand. "C'mon, let's go to that one taco truck you like! That place is a lot better anyway, less stuffy rich people"

Well he got over that quickly. Still, you couldn't help but be flattered he thought one week with you was so worth celebrating. He was a dumbass.

Your dumbass.

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

man by the nature of the circles i follow i generally don't see a lot of takes from izzy stans, but both the notes of the post you reblogged and the original twitter thread just make them look like their izzy brainworms have destroyed their reading comprehension and situational awareness. 'hehe there's two ways u could take that' clearly only one was intended. 'ur so right izzy is fucking blackbeard and he can build a pillowfort' YOU'RE SO EMBARRASSING. the show's creator is annoyed enough to actually voice some push back against the racist idea that history's greatest tactician needs this wet purse dog of a man to do basic tasks. these people really said 'i'm gonna ignore the actual issue being pointed out here and make this about my blorbo and my ship instead' and i don't know how anyone like this is gonna get through season two when they find out izzy isn't the main character they think he is.

ok tbh as amused as i am at the interpretation of that tweet as david jenkins getting so annoyed abt people thinking ed is an incompetent imbecile and is tweeting “ed knows how to build a blanket for on his own for fuck’s sake” i dont actually know how much of The Discourse david’s seen or if he’s aware of how many ppl genuinely believe shit like “izzy is the brains behind blackbeard.” it’s possible he just logged onto twitter and saw that tweet at the top of his mentions or whatever (idk how twitter works) and was just casually like “wtf obviously ed can build a fort by himself” and it’s not meant as an @ at any particular fans. and quite frankly i wouldnt want it to BE an @ at any fans. as toxic as parts of this fandom are, if david or any other showrunners started directly @ing people like “hey your headcanon is racist” it would only make shit worse. if i was a writer for ofmd i frankly wouldve stopped looking at ofmd twitter after a month bc it got so choked with rampant racism and it would make me go insane. like i hope jenkins et al have some distance from the fandom discourse for their own sake.

BUT ANYWAY about the izzy fans. as much as i personally am an ed stan first and a human being second i DO understand why izzy fans would make the joke abt “oh so youre saying izzy is having sex with blackbeard AND he knows how to build a blanket fort?” and i also think the majority of izzy fans KNOW theyre making a silly joke. like they know what david is actually saying. as far as im aware Not All Izzy Fans are the type to believe the “izzy is the brains behind blackbeard” headcanon so im not gonna assume every fan making this joke are doing so to intentionally downplay/ignore ed’s intelligence. i think a lot of them are just making a joke abt their favorite blorbo and while yeah i think the main focus should be on MY blorbo and how smart he is, this joke is so low on the list of shitty things ive seen izzy fans do that im basically just like. eh. whatever. definitely SOME of the ppl making this joke are the type to think ed is stupid and who warp the whole show to focus on izzy but i have no idea who or many so im not gonna worry about it. the joke is kinda annoying to me but im ALSO kind of stretching the tweet jokingly to be like “David Jenkins HIMSELF said that izzy is a useless first mate” (which i DO believe, but im not gonna use this tweet as proof that dj himself confirmed it)

that being said i dont think it’s a funny joke bc izzy obviously has never gotten laid before in his life and also izzy’s never experienced any joy so he obviously DOESNT know how to build a fort. and also of course youre right that there are izzy fans who will not be able to cope with the next season of the show not treating izzy like a special little main character but again this tweet is a single line from david abt a silly headcanon im not gonna get mad at ppl for not using it as a talking point abt racist fandom discourse. idk if david meant that line to be lighthearted or not so im not gonna take it too seriously except to say that ed’s blanket fort had better structural engineering than half the boats he’s ever raided. if the Revenge came under attack or if a huge storm blew through, stede’s cabin would be a disaster but the blanket fort would be completely unharmed

[weepinglevi]

a force to be reckoned with

summary: eren gets to have his revenge and he is a force to be reckoned with. read the first part here . warnings: 18+ minors dni, whole lot of cursing and swearing, somnophilia, slight dacryphilia (but really only if you squint), hate fucking (although they're in love i swear), unprotected vaginal sex and also some playing with readers butthole (does this even have to be in the warning idk anymore), also once again kind of a toxic relationship word count: around 1.3k A/N: due to all the love i received on the last part i just had to write another one. thank you once again and i hope you enjoy!

eren wouldn't talk to you following the hallway-incident. even going as far as making your favorite food and not offering you any - such a whiny bitch, you'd think to yourself before ordering some pizza and enjoying it in your prettiest lingerie - a set of deep red lace. two knew how to play this game.

being honest with yourself, you'd have hoped for a more exciting punishment than whatever shit he was pulling off right now, behaving like a child who wasn't allowed ice cream before dinner.

he'd even go as far as to not bid you a good-night, disappearing into the bedroom and turning off the lights in the hallway. you'd let him sulk for an hour before slipping in between the sheets, the soft cotton gracing your thighs.

you'd be thankful for the kind of relationship you two shared. a little chuckle escaping your lips at the thought of it, how could anyone call this a healthy relationship?

still, all you'd ever need was the knowledge of erens unwavering love for you - and you were so sure of it, even with him behaving like a brat.

his breath was going at a steady pace, telling you he seriously went to sleep. you'd think about kissing his temple (or maybe slapping his pretty face awake and create a whole new scene) but ultimately deciding against it. the torture you put him through in the afternoon had to be enough for one day.

with a little smile on your lips, you'd follow him into a deep sleep.

and awake to two fingers forcefully pushing inside you, slick with erens spit. a gasp escaping your lips, you'd open your eyes and see erens silhouette cowering over you, one hand buried deep between your legs, the other by your side, balancing himself. the lights of the street lamps letting in just enough so you could make him out in front of you, his eyes seeming darker than usual.

he'd look fucking feral, like an animal ready to devour his prey. oh shit, you'd think, here it comes.

"awake already?" his raspy voice cutting through the silence of the night, "i was hoping for my dick to be buried deep inside your pussy before i'd have to deal with your squirming."

bringing his thumb to your clit and flicking against it, you'd buck your hips involuntarily, beckoning for him to keep rubbing against it. you'd feel yourself getting wet by just the thought of what he was about to do to you.

"you'd like this, don't you?" he'd say, bringing his hand to your thigh and holding you in place "behaving like a fucking bitch and then get what you want anyway?"

his following laugh let the hair on your neck stand up, making you aware of just how pissed he actually was. you were in for a very wild ride.

you'd try to steady your breath, to not give him the satisfaction of you begging him for his dick - another finger, something, anything more - placing a sly smile on your lips. "something tells me i'll get it anyway," hoping to sound more convincing, you'd add a playful laugh.

he'd see right through you, though, letting his fingers slip out of you and grabbing your thighs, pushing your legs up against your chest, "just wait."

no time to prepare yourself, he'd take his throbbing dick in hand and start pushing its head against your wet entrance, struggling to fit. "see, if only you'd have been asleep a bit longer - " his dark voice breaking at the moment he'd bottom out, "i would've had enough time to stretch your pretty pussy out a little more."

there'd be no air left in your lungs, the feeling of his cock splitting you open an all-consuming sensation robbing you from any clear strain of thought. he'd have you right where he was meaning to - trapped under his weight and unable to move away from him.

most times he'd give you enough time to adjust to his size, getting slick enough to take him without struggle. but not this time and you knew exactly why, feral lust creeping up in your tummy at the thought.

his hands moving up your sides - being a stark contrast to his hard thrusts - caressing your soft skin until coming to a stop at your cheeks, thumb stroking away a tear you didn't even know was there.

you'd open your mouth but the only thing leaving your throat being nothing else but a broken moan, causing eren to let out another breathy chuckle, "not that bratty anymore, are we?"

"such a pretty cunt indeed." - his eyes locking in with yours, pupils so far dilated he'd look like a cat at night, he'd keep on pounding you. moving one hand down to cup your breast, pinching your sensitive nipple, sending electricity through your body with every one of his movements. his dick twitching against your soft walls, now gliding in and out easily.

you'd finally gather up enough composure to lift your hand from where it was resting on his shoulder - moving it to his hair and once again grabbing a fistful of it, pulling his head to the side. "still got.. what i want," the words leaving your mouth shakily, his pacing would stutter.

"yeah, i guess so," he'd laugh, more lighthearted than you'd expect given the situation. bowing down, he'd pepper a soft kiss against your forehead "you're taking me so well, y/n, just like you were meant to be."

leaning back, he'd let your legs slip down so you could wrap them around the small of his back. eren would move even closer, sliding his arms around your upper body and embracing you in a tight hug.

you'd swear your heartbeats were syncing up, the feeling of his chest pushed flush against you, his panting in your ear being everything you'd ever need in your life.

your hands racing his back, you'd feel the warmth in your abdomen grow unbearably hot with each of his thrusts.

"fuck, you're so perfect, sososo fucking perfect," his speech starting to slur as his motions were becoming ragged, bucking into you, his hands wandering down to your ass and grabbing your cheeks tightly. gathering up your juices with his fingers, smearing them everywhere.

he'd always get this messy and you'd love it, especially when his thumb would start stroking your opening, playfully rubbing at it, sending shocks through your body.

you'd shiver even though you'd be so hot with him on top, your toes curling "'m close," being all that could leave your lips.

"it's alright baby," he'd say, pressing a kiss on your collarbone, "you can cum for me."

this would be enough to send you over the edge, the heat crashing down on you, leaving you a buckling mess underneath him, tingling with sensation.

"so beautiful when you cum on my cock," erens pace starting up again, "all because of my cock deep inside of you-"

"yes, love," your hands finding his hair again, his oh so marvelous hair, running your fingers through it, "and because you allowed me to."

with that, he'd come undone - moaning your name in a hazy slur, over and over again while pumping his hot, white seed into you.

you'd carry him through it, bring his head down and pepper him in kisses until he'd slump over you. his breath would be as shaky as yours while the two of you were riding out the aftershocks together.

you couldn't tell if seconds or minutes had passed, already drifting into a deep sleep when you hear his voice:

"i love you, you know that, don't you?"

and you'd laugh "of course i do, shithead. and i love you too."

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[callonpeevesie]

I don't know what I'm going to unleash with this question, but I'm asking it anyway — what are your opinions on Charmurti (1978)?

Oh man you unleashed all my petty rage and nitpicking, god bless. Heads up for anyone who likes it, I'm going to BITCH. And disclaimer that I haven't watched the movie in a couple of years and I'm going off memory.

So. To start off I'm super nitpicky about adaptations especially when the source material is something so important to me so I rarely like any adaptations of Tenida. And my criticisms are possibly too harsh. I don't mind changes to minor story details, I really don't. Satyajit Ray's Feluda movies did that. Minor adaptations don't bother me as long as the general essence is faithful and changes are often necessary for book-to-film adaptation. My problem with Charmurti is that Umanath Bhattacharya does not seem to Get the essence of the story and characters.

First of all What was that ending oh my god. I don't remember exactly what happened but there were some dumbass fight sequences which. what was the point? The book had a perfect climax, it was dramatic and funny but not over the top, it was Handed to you on a Platter and you choose to drag it longer for no reason? Eijonyo desher kichhu hoy na. Even more than the disservice to the canon ending, what bothers me about the ending is that. they're not meant to be op. They're literally just kids who want to have a good time. They're not meant to like, fistfight criminals while cops uselessly hang around in the background. I cannot stress this enough, they're average humans. Chaotic and dumbass yes, but they're not Fight Sequence people. Adaptation directors be like "this generally peaceful domestic character can fistfight. As a treat." (Byomkesh Gotro I'm looking at you)

Anyway moving on. Manna Dey's intro song was nice though the other songs were So random. The comedy was. well. I don't exactly remember why I'm not a fan of the comedy but it seems like the sort of easy-flowing humour of the books translated to pointless yelling and slapstick comedy in the movie? I think it ties in with the director not Getting It but I don't remember these things very well so I'll give it the benefit of doubt.

Now my favourite part: the characters. I did not like Chinmoy Roy's casting At All. I don't get why he's so hyped up in that role because it was objectively bad casting? I mean I know why, it's because people interpret Tenida as slapstick comedy with no depth, but I don't understand. He just didn't have that Personality or even look the part tbh. And you know what? Prabhat Mukhopadhyay whom Tenida was based on didn't much like his portrayal either. Validation right there. (I wish I could link the article I read that in but I can't find it rip)

Habul, Pyala and Kyabla were good appearance wise. Vibe wise not so much. Kyabla was. Idk he's so chill in the books, but he was just? yelling all the time in the movie? He honestly felt kind of dull compared to book Kyabla's bright personality. I really wish I could appreciate the part with Kyabla being emo about Habul being kidnapped but I can't, it's just so over the top. Like the movie does show that they care about each other but it's hard to take seriously because everything is so extra, unlike how in the books there are wholesome parts and they seriously Experience Things even though the style is lighthearted.

And speaking of Kyabla, why are the filmmakers so obsessed with his mother and if they are why don't they show her properly? They rushed through the main plot while wasting half the time on her. The 2012 movie did that too, she's there in the movie all the time and serves no purpose except moping around. She's Not Like That. She was super chill in the books (Kyabla came from somewhere right?). She's the only functional character in the series imo but that's just my opinion. I just? If you must drag her into the story for no reason then do it properly jeez.

Habul was one of the few redeeming qualities of the movie though. And Santosh Dutta. Shantosh Dutta being in the cast is always a good thing. Jhonturam was great, and as far as I remember I liked Satya Bandopadhyay and Rabi Ghosh. I don't remember anyone else rip. Habul was accurate to the books, they somehow miraculously retained his subtle humour and the actor did a Wonderful job with the whole joking with a straight face thing. Genuinely made me laugh in the same way book Habul does, love him for that.

I saved Pyala for last because ofc I'm most passionate about him. He was SO UNDERPLAYED. He comes across as just super try-hardy and extra™ and all he does is whine and get dunked on all the time? Not that I'm surprised, he's always underplayed everywhere. If I were to voice all my grievances about his misinterpretations we'd be here all day but my biases aside: Pyala is super important in the books right? The plot follows him because he's the narrator obviously and that's enjoyable because the reader has that extra connection with him. He affects the narration so much. Sometimes he has more protagonist energy than Tenida and that's fine, Tenida is not meant to be More Capable than the rest like Feluda is.

This is what adaptations go wrong with. They always hold up Tenida as the MVP and don't bother to establish the relationship between Pyala and the viewer. Yet the plot follows Pyala anyway even though he's not established as that special. Why? Why would anyone care so much about him? Either give him the importance he has in the books or nerf him and change the narration accordingly. This is just lazy.

Adapting books with first person narration to movies without first person narration is hard. Afaik some of the Byomkesh movies keep Ajit the narrator and that works. Feluda movies don't keep Topshe the narrator and that also works because the narration is adapted accordingly. In case of Tenida I honestly feel the best way is to keep the first person narration just because the narration affects the story so much.

Yeah I think that's all I have. All that being said, I don't actively hate it, I'm mostly meh on it (especially after seeing the 2012 movie, the 1978 one seems like heaven by comparison) and I guess I only have so many grievances because I'm extra possessive about the books. I don't think it can be judged separately from the books either because it's Supposed to be a direct adaptation. The plot mostly follows the book (other than that ending) so that's good. Overall I guess it's fun but lacks a lot of nuance of the books. THANK YOU for the ask, it was super fun to let off all this steam.

[cannibal-wings]

i recently started reading survivors and i absolutely love it! i love the way you write miles, waylon and R and the whole story is just fantastic. i'm specifically really looking forward to see waylon and R talk more because that was one of my fave scenes from the last chapter (waylon's my fave character and you write him really well) happy holidays! :D

Wow! First off, an ask in the year 2021 incredible. But also I'm so glad you're enjoying Survivors. I spend so much time and energy on it I'm always so thankful that people read it and like it. ALSO that you like Waylon. I feel like he's underappreciated sometimes, and R and Miles def steal the spotlight frequently. So I'm just really happy that you like him and how I write him! Don't you worry, Way and R will get to talk a lot in the coming chapters. Here, I'll give you a preview of some lighthearted interactions between the three from the next update I'm working on! Context: Miles and Way are dying their hair again.

R walked into the room and said,“You look ridiculous. Change it back to black.”

“What? You don’t like it R? Too bad.”

To Waylon’s credit, he didn’t flinch this time. He said he was going to make an effort to get used to the Walrider and he meant it. “I think it looks good,” Waylon said in Miles’ defense. “I can’t believe I’m saying that, but it’s true.”

“R’s just jealous he doesn’t have hair to dye.”

“We are not.”

“He’s arguing with me right now,” Miles informed Waylon. “He’s totally jealous. Wishes he has hair.”

“We do not! Hair is a disgusting mammalian adaptation that humanity can not get rid of fast enough. We do not understand how you humans can stand having that stuff grow all over your body. It needs grooming and washing and gets caught in things. Horrible. If it were up to Us you would be bald Host.”

“Oh yeah, R definitely wishes he had hair.”

“We do not!”

Miles flinched at how strong the static was yelling. “He wants a big long pony tail and wild amounts of chest hair. His opinion on ass hair though-”

R stormed out of the room and came back with the whiteboard. He began to frantically write on it and shove the resulting paragraphs into Waylon’s face to read. Waylon considered the words, then caught Miles’ eye long enough to say, “Wow R, I can’t believe you’re so passionate about hair. I never would have guessed, thank you for telling me. Maybe we can get you a wig when this is all over.”

R looked between his Host and the human who were both trying very hard not to snicker, before he tossed the whiteboard into the bathtub and left the bathroom in a huff of nanites. As soon as he left both of them started to laugh uncontrollably. “You know,” Waylon said while wiping at his eyes, “I should probably take what he writes seriously, or else there’s no point in the whole whiteboard thing.”

“Nah, nah, that was hilarious. Great work Park.”

“Waylon,” he said quickly. “You can call me Waylon, we went over this.”

“And it’s ok, you’re allowed to joke with him just as much as I am. It does him good, I think. He’s never had this kind of interaction before. It’s not like he hasn’t done it back to me. Like one time, back on the mountain, he made me a big bowl of beans and specifically put lima beans in it because I told him they were my least favorite.”

“So he messes with you? In a normal way?”

“Yeah,” Miles rolled his shoulders and got up to grab the whiteboard out of the tub. “We bicker and mess with each other. A lot more now that we’re on more equal footing with each other. It used to be way more one sided, back when he was all strictly murder robot mode.”

“You mean he’s what? Becoming more human?”

“Sure,” Miles said and motioned for Waylon to dunk his head under the faucet. “I mean I became more monstrous, so why can’t R become more human?” Miles waited for the water to turn off before he continued, “I don’t ever think R will become completely human. Not like you or m…” He trailed off.

“Miles,” Waylon started but stopped.

“Anyways,” he hated turning the conversation awkward. “Do you want a haircut before I start dying it or no?”

[yandere-deredere]

food fantasy: Red Wine

a/n: red wine’s backstory is kinda sad… i wanted to do something with one of my main food souls and his quotes on the wiki inspired this monstrosity warning: detailed mentions of blood and blood-drinking, slight violence? word count: 2754 pairing: red wine x gender neutral! reader summary: You’ve always thought Red Wine was kinda weird but you didn’t realize how weird until now

It had been such a minor thing to you. You hadn’t realized that it would’ve been such a big deal to everyone else but, to you, it was just a scrape.

You had accompanied a team of your food souls to go gather ingredients. You never liked having them gather by themselves. Sure, you believed them capable enough to fend for themselves but you still worried about them. To you, it was better to be at the scene of a disaster than being back at the restaurant, unable to do anything.

The only downside to accompanying your food souls was that you were just as susceptible as them to being attacked.

The fallen angel had snuck up behind your group. In all of the times you’ve ventured out to gather ingredients, not one fallen angel had been smart enough to plan a sneak attack. At least, not one until then.

It had grabbed your wrist and, with its sharp claws, it dug into your skin, drawing blood. You had screamed so loud from the pain. Thankfully, your food souls made quick work of the fallen angel before anything worse could happen.

You claimed that you were fine, that the injury just throbbed and that was it, but the group insisted on turning back and leaving. They had patched up your injury and would make sure to drop you off at the restaurant so you rest your wrist.

Steak seemed the most concerned out of everyone but, for you, that wasn’t a surprise. Steak had always been a worrywart.

“You… that injury…” He struggled with his words, eyebrows furrowed.

You shook your head, waving off his concern. The wound was wrapped and the bleeding slowed to a trickle. You didn’t think it was worth worrying about so that was what you told him. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

Of course, he didn’t listen. His main concern didn’t seem to be your injury, though. Yes, he was worried you were in pain or perhaps that the wound would scar but, more importantly, he worried about the bleeding. 

He kept asking questions as the group traveled back, things like ‘Has it stopped bleeding?’ and ‘Has the blood soaked through your bandage?’. He was so obsessed with it that it concerned you.

“Are you okay, Steak? I’m telling you the wound is fine but you keep asking about it…” You tried your best to sound lighthearted and on the jokier side but the frown on his face only deepened as your group neared the restaurant.

“Look just.” His face hardened like his stomach was upset or he felt constipated, his face crumpling as he stared down at you “Avoid Red Wine, okay?”

You were about to laugh it off since the two of them had always had that kind of relationship but, suddenly, when Steak gripped your uninjured wrist, you were forced to listen. “I’m serious, okay? You need to avoid him.” 

Slowly, you nodded “Why? What’s wrong?”

You guessed that it had something to do with your injury but you couldn’t connect the dots. Was it because Steak didn’t want Red Wine hovering over you again? The food soul had a habit of mother henning you so it wouldn’t have been a surprise if Red Wine fretted over the injury twice as much as Steak currently was. 

For all the times that Red WIne claimed you were his servant, he certainly worried over you much more than any normal master would. It was endearing and sweet but also very overbearing. 

Steak didn’t exactly like being around Red Wine but he loved being around you. If Red Wine decided to glue himself to your hip because of your injury, it meant that Steak couldn’t because, if he did, the two would start fighting and jeering at each other all over again.

So, that made sense.

Still, that didn’t sound right. You knew that, as soon as you were dropped off at the restaurant, the group was going back out. The fallen angel had gotten to you right at the beginning of your group’s journey so your group hadn’t had the opportunity to collect anything.

Steak wouldn’t be around you so he had no reason to worry about Red Wine being around you.

It wasn’t as if Steak was jealous either. Though Steak had his more possessive tendencies, he never had a problem with other food souls hanging around you as long as it didn’t take you away from him for too long.

Steak himself seemed hesitant to answer your question. He looked conflicted and slightly angry. Before he could even get a word out, the restaurant was in front of you and you had to bid them goodbye.

This was the first time they’ve gone out to gather ingredients without you and you couldn’t help but worry. Your worry was even doubled by Steak and his cautionary words.

Why would he say something like that? You continued to try and make sense of the situation as you walked to your office, your feet carrying you down familiar hallways but, before you could process your thoughts or even get to your destination, you ran face-first into a firm chest. You hadn’t been paying attention so it was no surprise you were out there, fumbling about.

When you looked up, your heart leapt into your chest “Red Wine!”

Just your luck. You managed to run into the one food soul Steak had warned you about. Sure, part of you didn’t want to take his words seriously but you had been planning to avoid Red Wine anyway just in case.

You took a cautionary step back, your hands automatically moving to rest behind you. You gripped your injured wrist as if hoping, perhaps, that, if you squeezed hard enough, you could magically compress your torn skin together and repair the injury. Or, perhaps, that, maybe, you could hide it just like that.

“What’s the matter?” Red Wine seemed to sense that something was wrong and, in fairness, he was right. Something was off.

“It feels like only minutes ago, I had seen the group off. Yet, I hear, they returned to send you back to the restaurant.” He continued when you didn’t provide an answer, his slender eyebrow rising “Did something happen?”  

You were at a crossroads. On one side, you trusted Red Wine with your life. He had never hurt you in the entire time you’ve known him and, though he made fun of Steak for his blinding loyalty, you knew for a fact that he held that same loyalty towards you. On the other side, you knew Steak wouldn’t warn you for no reason.

“There was… a complication, I guess.” You finally answered meekly, barely grasping at the words as they left your mouth. You attempted to be as vague as possible and to throw Red Wine off with a wide grin. 

It seemed your attempt did the exact opposite of what you had hoped because Red Wine quickly grew even more suspicious. 

“What are you hiding behind your back?” Red Wine grasped at your upper arm, his grip firm but gentle.

In an attempt to continue hiding your injury, your hand wrapped tighter around your bleeding wrist as if to prevent Red Wine from prying your arm forward. You only succeeded in making yourself wince which, of course, worried Red Wine even more.

You wished he wasn’t so nosy.

Eventually, you were forced to let go of your wrist. Not only did it hurt, squeezing it so tightly, but it also made you feel bad. You didn’t like hiding things from your closest food souls and Red Wine was as close as they got.

When he spotted your hand, it had started bleeding all over again and your blood had managed to trickle down the palm of your hand to the tips of your finger. It was all a bloody mess and you cursed at yourself for causing it.

“Why is your finger bleeding?” Was his initial reaction but, then, when he tugged your hand closer, he realized that the bleeding was much more severe and that it had originated from your wrist.

He dropped your arm like it burnt him and you looked at him, concerned “Red Wine?”

The food soul said nothing, at first, only just staggering back as if he had been sucker-punched in the gut. When you tried to follow after him, he held his hand out “Don't… don’t come too close to me.”

“Red Wine?” You repeated, this time sounding more concerned and confused. Did he have a problem with blood? But, you couldn’t believe that when he was a fighter and he often didn’t hesitate before slashing through fallen angels.

After a tense silence between you two, Red Wine stabilized himself before looking at you almost pitifully. In one swift motion, he pulled you into the closest room, closing the door behind you. Surprisingly, the room ended up being your office.

Your destination had been so close and, yet, you had been foiled.

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow, though, and you opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong but all that came out was a gasp.

Red Wine had suddenly taken your arm and yanked you forward, closer than ever before. His other hand unwrapped your injury carefully and, once the dirty bandage had been dropped to the floor, he let out a guttural sound.

You frowned and he took your uninjured hand into his free one, lacing your fingers together “If only my convictions were stronger…”

You didn’t even try to tug either of your hands back since, though his actions were weird, you knew he wouldn’t dare hurt you. Still, you were thoroughly freaked out “What do you mean, Red Wine? What’s going on with you?” 

Instead of answering, his mouth opened and his tongue darted out to lap at your blood. His warm slick tongue running over your skin, chasing after every drop of blood, sent a shiver down your spine. Your eyebrows furrowed and you tried to tug your hand back but he kept it in that same firm but gentle grip.

After cleaning the blood from your palm, he pressed it against his cheek, nuzzling his face into it “Oh… your blood… smells good… tastes so divine…”

Suddenly, you put two and two together. 

You had always thought that it was just Red Wine’s eccentric aesthetic. I mean, if you had been born with red eyes and sharp fangs, you would’ve adopted the gothic look too. You just assumed that Red Wine took it a step further by pretending to be bothered by garlic and sunlight.

However, you were rethinking that theory.

Before you could really concentrate on that thought, Red Wine’s mouth had traveled further down, his lips closing in on the main part of your injury. You hissed, your injured hand clenching into a fist and your other one gripping onto his tighter.

He didn’t pay your reaction any mind and, instead, continued, his tongue careful around your ripped flesh and his adam’s apple bobbing as he lapped at the abundant flow of blood. His fangs scraped at the edges of your injury, sharp but pressed against your skin so that they didn’t pierce.

It was almost fascinating in a rather morbid way. It felt like the longer he licked at you, the more blood escaped. Some of it had even managed to trickle down your arm, red and glistening and warm.

You tried not to think about it too much.

As if noticing the stray blood, Red Wine started to follow it with his tongue, his mouth still so warm against your skin. You tried to lean away but it was all in vain. You couldn’t get away, not when he had you thoroughly in his grasp.

“Red Wine…” You whispered out when he finally pulled his mouth away, his face mere inches from yours, both of your noses almost touching.

Your cheeks were red, you suddenly realized. At least, you assumed they were from the fact that your face felt hot. 

The dazed look in Red Wine’s eyes seemed to almost immediately vanish and he stuttered out your name, as if suddenly realizing what he had done. “I-I’m–! I’m so sorry! To think that I–! That I could do something so shameful–!”

Before he could leave, your hand gripped his tighter, your head shaking “Red Wine, wait, we have to… talk about this…”

He looked like he bit back a groan as if the idea of talking about such an embarrassing thing was the worst. You agreed but you loved him and you didn’t want this kind of thing to get in between the two of you.

“So… vampire, I’m guessing?” You decided to just come out with it, eyes staring into his and your grip on his hand tight as if you were scared he’d run away.

Red Wine certainly looked like he wanted to and he made that clear by the way he avoided your stare “Yes, though I tend to try and avoid giving in to such temptations…”

“I know another food soul and he… he lets his bloodlust through, lets it consume him… I…” Red Wine looked like he was struggling and his words left his lips in great pauses so, of course, you waited patiently, expression on your face encouraging.

He seemed to see that because he took a deep breath and then continued once again “I don’t want to be a monster like him, someone who lives in darkness and does such terrible things to other people.”

“It’s just hard when it’s you…” He elaborated as if to explain his lapse in judgment. “When you smell so… delectable… and when you look so…”

You just nodded, cheeks ablaze, before pulling your injured arm back and hiding it behind you. The way Red Wine spoke, it was like he hated himself for giving in and you didn’t want to tempt him any further.

He slumped a little as if you hiding your hand was equivalent to a rejection. Instead, you pulled him closer, letting his hand go so that your now free arm could wrap around his chest “It’s fine.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t mind, that’s for sure. It didn’t hurt.” You spoke softly as if scared to spook him “We’ll… talk about it… If you need blood, if that’s why, I mean… it’s okay?”

“No.”  Red Wine shook his head but at least he didn’t seem as desperate to leave. Instead, his arms wrapped around you and his chin rested on top of your head “You may be my servant but… the last thing I want is to drain you dry…”

“It’s such a tempting offer but I do not… I do not want to go overstep any boundaries and lose you.” His arms tightened around you at the mention, like he was scared you’d disappear.

You just shook your head, smile tugging at the corners of your lips. How Red WIne was acting now was such a far cry from how he had acted when you first summoned him.

He had been haughty when the two of you had first met and he often referred to you as his servant when you were his Master Attendant. You indulged him, of course, because you thought his theatrics were entertaining and endearing. 

Now, he was so ready to be vulnerable with you, to share secrets with you. Before, he had always been so desperate to cover up flaws, to insist he was some invincible food soul that never needed to rest (though he certainly made excuses to be left behind). 

It was nice to know that he trusted you enough to stop pretending.

“You know I wouldn’t let you.” You tried to even your tone, hoping you didn’t come off too jokingly because you’d been serious.

Then, you let out the three words you had held back all this time “I love you.”

He buried his face into your hair and said nothing but you knew him well enough that you had your answer even without his words so you continued “I love you, vampire and all, even with your ego and your endless list of needs and… I love you.”

Red Wine continued to say nothing but his arms tightened around you even more as if scared you were just a dream. You returned his embrace, holding back a laugh.

“You know, my wrist is still bleeding…”

“Be quiet, you temptress.”

[stareiiez]

Flower Petals and Blood

It’s currently 1:40 am right now, but hey. I needed to update this series anyway. Anyway, Tucker is becoming involved, so yes that slow burn is coming up. Trust me. 

Chapter 4

Leonard Church x Female Reader x Lavernius Tucker

"You sure walking around in my armor twenty-four seven is even a good idea?" Your voice was still a little hoarse behind the helmet.

Golden visor pointed directly to stare, unblinkingly,  at Doc in front of you. The male had stepped back once he had helped twist your helmet in place, and the lock had given off a satisfied hiss of air pressure regulate inside your suit. After you both had shooed Caboose off into the kitchen to hunt down for something to eat, and give you two time to talk, Doc had come up with this ridiculous idea. You never wore your armor that much out of all of Blue Team, but now that you would be the one to never take it off it would seem odd to the guys about this decision.

"Nonsense. Besides if you were to ever cough up petals once again when the others were around, there would be no possible way of them seeing it. Hence the everyday armor wearing." Giving a satisfied nod, the medic had seemed pretty pleased about his idea.

It all seemed pretty unreasonable still, some 'full proof plan' always had holes in it once it was put into action. Shaking your head, Caboose had burst out of the kitchen. A few sorry excuses for MREs in one hand and a cup of day old orange juice in the other. If there wasn't a helmet covering his expression then you could have sworn that he held a beaming smile. One only a child could pull off.

"Juice makes the coughs go away, right?" The male exclaimed your name vividly if your chest wasn't as tight as it was, you would have laughed from Caboose's 'help'.

"Yes that's just what will help me, thank you Caboose." A genuine smile painted across your face easily.  A hand had reached out to grab the small cup of the orange skin that was probably way too warm right now.

In your cold, clammy hands you held the cup so delicately. Fingers nearly shaking with the stress of how a literal flower garden was growing and weaving its thorny vines around your lungs and bronchi. The warm orange juice tasted like heaven in your parched, sore throat. Surprisingly you didn't cough, as you had lowered your slightly raised helmet just as Caboose had plopped down on the shitty couch in Blue Base. The flower petal you coughed up had been picked up and tucked away in Doc's armor. 'For more observation and tests' was what he said before he finished packing up the rest of the medical tools he had used on you.

After that day, the coughs had been an off and on again reoccurrence. Caboose seemed to have stepped in whenever Tucker or Tex would happen to be close to where you were hacking your lungs out for the second time that week. For someone who never kept up with what was going in half the time, Caboose had known that you were in pain and not feeling your best anymore.

After the first time you had coughed up the petal, one or two would seem to follow. It wasn't coughing up whole flowers, but even one petal was a lot to deal with on its own. The sun beat down on the top of your helmet as you watched your team stand around and attempt to train with lousy drills you had instructed, more like suggested. With a huff your hand rose to scratch at your already scratchy throat for the third time in the first hour, you had been perched atop the Blue Base. Caboose, Tucker, and Tex were down on the bottom and Church were nowhere to be seen. If his ghosty ass was to materialize around the boys, you would find some excuse to avoid the former blue. Poor Caboose, he tried his best to make up excuses as to why you never talked to Church as much as you used to.

The thought of the male brought a harsh cough to spill from your lips, then a few more spine racking heaves for air had you almost bent over backward. Flower petals tickled your throat, and the urge to shove your fingers down your throat to pluck them out was deadly tempting right now.

"Jesus Christ, at this rate your ass will be joining mine the more you keep this shit up." A familiar voice spoke up, ceasing your coughs and the urge to breathe all at once.

Swallowing harshly, and hoping to God you could hold back the flowers from traveling up your throat any higher, your head turned to face the icy see through 'ghost' of a man. Church had his sniper rifle clipped to his backplate and his arms crossed firmly over his chest plate. If he didn't have his helmet on his equally clear, icy blue eyes would be staring daggers into the back of your head. Tilting your head to the side just enough to get the man into your peripheral vision, the words had tried forming in your mouth without bringing up the damned velvety soft petals that were stuck in your esophagus.

"Sounds like a hell I'd rather not join." Your voice was gravelly. It sounded like you smoked a pack of cigarettes mixed with a voice of a girl who was trying to sound sexy.

Tucker's scream had snapped your attention forward once more. Tex had the soldier by the throat in one hand while shaking her finger at Caboose with the other. Another scream and an aqua blur sailed through the air until the male hit the ground and rolled to a stop a few feet away from the base.

A beat of silence passed before Church had 'floated' to your side and sat crisscrossed next to your side. Helmet visor trained on your side profile, and to make things worse it felt like you were about to puke from the strong taste of earthy petals had hit the back of your throat. Your chest was taking the most shallow of breaths while your hands were shaking at your sides. To Church, it looked like you were dead. Internally you were just trying to hold back a wave of coughs that squeezed at your poor lungs.

"What's up with you?" Church demanded, his voice surprisingly calm but his words had the edge to it.

After a pang of awkward silence, a soft wheeze escaped your chapped lips while oxygen entered your lungs. You both cringed from the sound, but neither of you brought it up. Shoulders rose in a passive shrug, that only seemed to infuriate the male, even more, you finally turned your head to face him. God, he was a lot closer than you expected him to be.

"I told you I was feeling under the weather. You seemed more than happy to be away from me, even though ghosts can't get sick." Rolling your eyes at the word 'ghost'. "Getting sick changes some people because we're more miserable than usual."

You'd be preaching to the choir about feeling miserable. Having emotional heartache status of miserable was one thing, dying from unrequited feelings miserable was a whole damn story.

"You don't seem sick, other than that nasty ass cough. I know sick when I was a kid I was in and out of hospitals a lot. You seem.." His head tilted, eyes narrowing in the process. Church leaned in a little more. His helmet could have bumped the mouth part of yours if he was solid. "Different. I doubt some Covenant or alien bullshit disease could make you like this."

You leaned back, the air in your inhale had rattled your lungs. Now he was far too close now, way too close for along the lines of being comfortable.  Flower petals seemed to flutter and stick to your parched throat. 'You're right I'm just suffering from some fantasy disease that makes me become a walking flower garden. Did I mention I fucking die?' If only you could say that out loud to him right now. Instead, you brushed off his words casually.

"Guess my body is  secretly dying so I could join you on the other side." You joked lightheartedly as if jokes could somehow change the subject of how your coughs were concerning to the male.

Church ground out your name causing the forced humor in your voice to die out, and the pang of awkward silence grow between you both. He shifted closer to you and reached out a hand to grab the chin part of your helmet. Although his hand went right through, you knew the action of it meant all the more serious. "You're lying. I know how you are."

Your gaze was glued to Church, your hands had clenched in tight fists. You were already uneasy as it is, now that he knew something was off it was all the more stressful. Your lungs were screaming at you to breathe, and your brain was putting up red flags for you to keep your damned mouth shut. Then again around him, you were open and you never held anything back; except for your feelings that were unnecessary in the end.

"What did I do to deserve these cold shoulder looks from you. You know how much I worry and care about you."

His voice softened, maybe it dropped an octave. Eyes stared large holed into your visor and seemed to make you squirm underneath his intense stare.

"You seem to care more about Tex than you do me." Ouch. Now that bitch route was the one you seemed to be walking after saying that. Who were you to control his emotions and attractions? God? Hell no.

"What? (Y/N) why would you?-"

Your name was exclaimed, effectively cutting off Church's sentence. Both of your heads whipped around to see Tucker and Caboose standing behind you. Both men staring more at you, then they were at their leader of their team. With Tex nowhere to be seen it was for the best, even how you were right now. Both of you leaned into each other and Church's hand on your helmet it looked like you were both intimate. As if that didn't make your chest hurt any more than it did already. Were you shaking? Is that why Caboose and Tucker were staring at you like that?

"Let's go. Now." Tucker spoke up, his voice even having an edge of seriousness to its usual lighthearted deep tone anyway.

"I was busy here, dickbag." Church spat. His hand and body pulling away from you.

"We need her for something. The warthog broke down again." The aqua soldier stepped forward. His right hand stretched out in an offering to help you up. Lies, nothing was broken, he just wanted you alone right now.

"You guys broke that already? I just tuned up that damn thing." You deadpanned, taking ahold of his hand you were pulled up to your feet and already being pulled to where Caboose stood by Tucker's hand.

Frowning at the rough pull on your arm. You pushed the male's grip off of you once you were away from Church. Although the rough action had caused a small cough to slip past your lips. Caboose winced, and did Tucker flinch? He did.

"You all are on something. I feel like Tex is the only one that's normal here, and she's the one whos a psychotic bitch who wants to kill us." Church snapped, then flickered as a bullet sailed right through him.

Course Tex heard that, somehow, and shot at the male. If only it really hurt him, maybe it'd be karma for what you were going through right now. After she had shot at the male, Church had faded without saying bye or anything. All he did was flip Tex off in the direction where the bullet came from and leave. Now that he was gone, you bent over. Ripping your helmet off, you bent over hands planting on the steel of the base. You puked up flower petals till tears were brought to the corner of your eyes. Colorful flower petals had spilled to the ground and covered the boots of dark blue and aqua armor. Your ears rang and your heart was pounding into overdrive from the pain that squeezed at your lungs. Voices swam in your ears as you heaved until the last few petals had fallen to the ground and you could gasp for breath once more. Fuck this time one the most.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream and throw yourself off a cliff. Your arms shook with the strain to hold your shaking body up. Sweat made your hair stick to your scalp, and the tears in your eyes had clouded your vision to the point of barely making out the kaleidoscope of colors that were on the ground under you.

"Holy shit," Tucker whispered, his dark brown eyes staring at you in disbelief.

Caboose was staring at you, hands were glued to the mouthpiece of his helmet like he wasn't used to you having flowers escape your mouth. You needed sleep, you needed a distraction of this terrible illness. You were cursed to be forever alone, that's what you always said. Now you were going to die alone because fate wanted to be that bitch that bent you over and fucked you in the end. Panting for breath, you finally managed to blink back the tears far enough so you could see. A few rebellious ones poured down your cheeks gently. Those bright colors seemed darker to you now, slightly muted and leaning towards the shade of black. Maybe that was your delusional panic setting in. You had a right to panic, after all, you just revealed your disease to another person on your team and in this canyon.  

Caboose was frozen to his spot, he was nearly shaking as bad as you were. Tucker was, well, he was panicking and in that split moment he had swept your body up into his strong arms. Your head was digging into the curve of his neck. He smelled clean, for being stuck out in the middle of nowhere and sweating your asses off 24/7.

"Caboose wasn't lying. Mother fucker." His deep voice vibrated in your head, his hold on you made you lose the breath that you fought so hard to gain.

"Hide the petals, I'm taking her to bed before anybody else needs to see this damned thing."

Through bleary-eyed vision, and you barely whimpering in pain from how fast Tucker was high tailing it to his room. You could hear the male curse over and over under his breath. That's what you could remember hearing before you had passed out in his arms.

Darkness was what you woke up to. Darkness and the slight stream of sunlight that stood out starkly in the bedroom. Thick. cotton, white sheets that smelled strongly of earth, gunpowder, and cologne had slowly awoken your senses. This wasn't your room that was the first thing you thought of before you slowly opened your eyes. They felt swollen like you had cried your eyes out for a whole day. The next thing you felt was that ghostly pain in your chest, but it didn't hurt as bad as the illness first affected you. You felt almost relief whatever happened after you passed was a miracle.

"You're awake. " Tucker spoke up, his voice causing you to nearly jolt in his bed. Wait, in his bed. You were in his bed.

Yanking the covers up, your eyes had scanned your body quickly. Clothed in your undersuit for your armor, you gave a sigh of relief. Well, the male would never try anything with an unconscious girl. Although waking up in a boy's bed without knowing how you got there was still suspicious.

"Chill, I carried you to bed and I've been stuck here watching your ass. Caboose wouldn't let me leave before you had woken up."

You turned on your side to face Tucker as he spoke.

He was sitting down on the other side of the bed where you weren't laying on. His helmet was off as well as armor. God he looked worried, you have never seen him this worried until you had discovered his 'special rock' and what he was doing behind it. That was more horrified than worrying, to say the least.

"Did you-" You fiddled with the sheets in your grasp. Eyes diverted from his face long enough to scramble your brain for a way to finish your sentence. "Did you happen to see everything that happened before?" Your voice dropped to a whisper.

A sharp breath broke the heartbeat of silence that passed between the both of you. "How could I not? It's not every day someone pukes up flowers."

"Don't tell anyone about this. I mean it." Your brows furrowed in frustration. Body shaking in a slight effort to sit up in bed while nearly demanding your teammate to keep his mouth shut.

"Why would I? It's not like anyone would believe me."

"Tucker you're an idiot. I don't expect a lot from you now these days." Rolling your eyes, you shoved the blankets off your body and made a show of standing up from his bed.

"Where are you going now, you've been out for the past hour and a half." Brown eyes were fixated on your frame while you walked to his door.

"Doc. I need ideas of how I can somehow distract these disease, or possibly distract myself from this shit." Yanking the door open, you bit down on your bottom lip slightly. Your head tilted to give a look at the male. His eyes hadn't left you since you got up.

"Thanks, for taking care of me. You made me feel a lot better than I've felt in a while."

"Anytime babe. Maybe next time I could do the distracting part for you. Besides, a little morphine does the soul some good. Thank Doc for that also when you see him."

Ignoring the pickup line, and nickname he called you. You let the male be and made your way into your own room. When you had entered your room, you froze. Your eyes had caught sight of the colorful flower petals in the little pile on your dresser. Caboose had placed those thereafter Tucker laid you to sleep in his room. How could something that held so much beauty, and was cherished by everyone could bring you a grimace? They looked ugly to you now the more you looked at them, shimmering brightly against the bright rays of sun that shone through your window. On top of finding ways to distract yourself, maybe you could figure out what type of flowers were growing in your chest.

Maybe you could take Tucker up on that offer for a distraction after all.

[tapas-and-stuff-productions]

After Stacy did a wonderful job bringing the characters of "Some Sweet Kind of Vampire" to life for the first time, I immediately wanted to see how she'd handle "Iris". The two stories were always intended to be sister series, loving tributes to the much ridiculed yet wildly popular young-adult literary genres of the time, "Some Sweet Kind of Vampire" for the paranormal romance, while "Iris" was to take on the dystopian future.

While SSKV was designed as a somewhat-parodic lighthearted comedy take on a story which was usually melodramatic, "Iris" I meant to take just as seriously as most representatives of the genre, with the difference instead being... not sucking, I suppose? People tend to call these things "Hunger Games" knockoffs, but the way I see it, the only "Hunger Games" knockoff was "Divergent" and everything after that was a "Divergent" knockoff - putting all the focus into the society's distinctive factions and the society's singular additional gimmick. Oh, and two boys to choose from. Pale imitations! "The Hunger Games" actually had themes. Sure, Team Gale or Team Peeta was a legitimate question, but it certainly wasn't the point.

Anyway, "Iris". Well, it's a distant future world. Ravaged by heatwaves, diseases, the aftereffects of war. But... a recovering planet. A post-post-apocalyptic world. One where survival is still difficult, one where the powerful are corrupt. I won't say much else about the world because I don't think I've put satisfactory research into determining what the world will be like. And that, of course, will determine the direction of the story and themes, which I know pretty well but are awaiting being refined by their world! And our main characters are no ordinary teens from this world, but animal-hybrid genetic abominations created through some of those elites' technology.

I ought to disclaim something before you move on to actually seeing the characters, and that's that very shortly before commissioning Stacy for the project, I had developed an interest in barbarian stories - dark fantasies such as "Conan the Barbarian" or planetary fantasies like "John Carter", "Den", or even "He-Man"; the kind of things you might see illustrated by Frank Frazetta. So... I initially clothed my dystopian-society characters in barbarian clothes, and... it didn't make any sense, I didn't stand by that decision for very long, so, these designs are a bit of an old shame for me, they're gonna be changed up a bit.

Our titular protagonist Iris, and her close companion Alton, young adults hybridized with respectively a little brown bat and a great grey owl.

The way I see it, in any dystopian future we have to assume something horrible happened to the temperature, so I figure the characters can skill be attired quite sexily, but instead, in a manner rigorously proven to beat the heat. So, no more fur and leather, no more boots, no more dark fabrics or tightness, and if direct sunlight is involved, less actual skin showing. I'd say we can build a great aesthetic from that. What I did here was not that.

Now, Iris is wearing the uniform of the lab where she was made, which is why I didn't change her outfit for her appearance in the TAPAS banner, I think this outfit still works as that - minus the boots, I figure in a superheated world everyone just wears sandals - and she'll start picking out her own clothes as she starts to break free. Alton does so earlier, but... yeah, you get it, there'll be a very new motif to all the clothing.

Anyway, personality-wise... Iris is our heroine. And she's been lost and alone for so long that she has absolutely no interest in being the face of a revolution, she's too depressed to help anyone and doesn't believe there's any hope to a world that allowed her to be born in the first place. Alton is her lifelong partner - her on-and-off lover, the sunlight that pierces her cloudy mood... generally, he's the emotional battery she voraciously feeds off of, and he needs to learn how to get his own damn life and draw his boundaries even as she needs to learn it's not okay for her to treat him that way. Iris has a lot to work out within herself before she's ready to save the world.

The exact way each character is hybridized between human and their respective animal species I'm still working on, I have pretty concrete ideas, which were first put to action in details given to Stacy - more specifics will definitely come to light later on. I chose each character's hybrid based purely on species that evil laboratory scientists might have assumed would make for useful mutants - lining up each character's personality and story motifs with their animal hybrid never really entered into it.

These are Iris and Alton's fellows - Raquelle, Sequoia, and Meggi. While all psychologically tormented in similar ways, they have more going on than just each other - they aspire to lead productive lives.

Raquelle is hybridized with a polar bear. More than the others, she wants life to be peaceful and normal, and she'll fight to make it that way, but mostly she wishes everybody would just chill out.

Sequoia, despite how he's illustrated here, I always pictured as being of Indian descent... basically the lab focus-grouped an Indigenous name onto an Indian kid, not knowing the difference. Unfortunate dystopian occurrence. He's, basically, the quiet one. Keeps to himself, no one knows what's going on in his head, only that whatever he attempts, he's shockingly competent. He's part wolf, and he and Raquelle are part of a single "stage" of the mutant-making project... part of reviving iconic large mammals which are extinct by this future date, in addition to making people with their abilities.

And Meggi is hybridized with an Atlantic blue marlin. You won't find a lot of ancient myths starring swordfish, not a lot of great swordfish-themed cultural heroes, but... they're powerful animals. And Meggi's appearance is definitely going to be something pretty extreme and weird in the end - along with Alton's, I figure anyone whose animal hybrid is non-mammalian inevitably looks a lot less human. As for her personality, Meggi is sweet and innocent - she seeks fun and comfort, pleasure and happy times. She's had a rough life and wants to shake it loose.

Oh, jeez. Well, here's the most embarrassing slide. Just... what the fuck are these guys wearing? Add in the fact that I didn't realize I had literally named these two "Marty and Doc" until someone close to me asked me if it was a BTTF reference...

Anyway, outfits aside, we have a solid base here, these are the guys who run Gaia, the organization which has liberated Iris and her fellow mutants from their laboratory prison and now wishes for their help saving the world.

Marty Hedrick is the founder. Impossibly elderly by modern standards, he uses, er, well, it's gotta be a higher-tech wheelchair than that, but not by very much - the people he used to work with invested only in cybernetics to keep his heart and lungs going, his eyes and mouth functioning, but not really seeing the use of his spine and limbs as equally necessary for utilizing his vast mind. Hence why he broke it off with them and started his own team, though he too elected not to splurge too hard on sprucing up his own body - there were better investments to make.

And it's Doc Morgana who chooses those investment. A geneticist who used to work alongside those responsible for Iris's condition, he's also a shrewd manipulator and schemer. This benefits Gaia greatly, but that and his past leaves Iris completely unable to trust him even as she warms up to Gaia's message in general.

And, last bunch. Okay, these characters, the women anyway, their outfits almost work, they'd need very little change and then they'd actually make sense in the "Iris" universe. But here we have the other prominent members of Gaia, not a large organization, but large enough for most of its membership to remain in the background.

Lydia Thom is Iris's therapist. So, as you may have gathered, someone Iris talks to a whole lot. But not someone Iris will ever come to like very much, despite, or perhaps because, Lydia is sincere, optimistic, and determined to help.

Tina Six - real name Micanevtina Sixavae, a mouthful even by her own people's standards - is, as you may have guessed, an extraterrestrial agent who has allied herself with Gaia. Need her present from the very beginning to establish that there are other types of sci-fi going on her apart from mutants and cyborgs in a post-apocalyptic future - there be aliens, and the existence of spirits and mysticism will make themselves plain in not to long as well. Tina is able to rig some technology for Gaia which can't be found anywhere else on earth, offering at least a slight fighting chance to the underground group seeking to overturn the world order! My own opinion on religion as a general concept having strongly turned around since the character's inception... I really don't think she'd have become Catholic, I'm not doing that anymore...

And finally, Antonio Fratelli. Always conceived as bearing the look of a classic space trooper, the random barbarian idea left him looking like... this dumb thing... derived from the space trooper look... yeah, he'll be something very different in the end. Anyway, yeah, he's Gaia's chief of security. Protects them and teaches them how to protect themselves! As he starts to loosen up, he stops being permanently affixed to his face-concealing uniform.

And here's where you can find Stacy's own stuff. The design choices I made here may have very quickly become ridiculous and embarrassing, but, they were the most scandalous things Stacy had ever drawn up to that point, giving her the skill to whip up some future designs which, well, actually succeeded at being sexy.