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dirtydoesgood · 5 years ago
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Like the Bonfire of Awe, Which His Thirst Burns In
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Author: @assomoir​​ Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Character(s): Theodorus van Gogh / Female MC Rating: E - Explicit Warnings: Smut, Mirror Sex
Prompt: Jealousy Summary: Sometimes all she needed was a reminder about how helplessly in love he was. Theo knew this better than anyone, and got a little creative in the process.
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“I think you should visit tomorrow, too.”
Theo inwardly sighed at the saccharine-sweet voice. Madelaine Godefroi slowly entered his line of sight, and he politely looked up from the files he had been putting inside his suitcase.
They were only supposed to drop a painting off at this mansion and leave. What the hell happened?
“We do have another appointment with your father, but not until the 15th. Besides, he won’t even return to Paris until next week.”
“… Well, yes,” she seemed surprised that he knew about it, before quickly composing herself again, “but you don’t need to see him. I’ll be here to hear more about this new art movement you’re campaigning for, and maybe purchase a painting or two in the process.”
Theo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He wasn't stupid – he'd seen how the young noblewoman was actually interested in him and definitely not the painting they brought for her father. But the fact that Marquis Godefroi was one of their loyal clients and main investors in Vincent’s biggest exhibition yet really got him choosing his words carefully. Everyone knew how spoiled the girl was, and who could say what would happen if he just straight-up said no?
From across the table, he saw his dear little apprentice quietly observing the exchange. They exchanged a glance, and she nodded in wordless understanding before opening her notebook, making a show of checking their schedule.
“Mademoiselle,” she started, “unfortunately, our schedule is fully booked tomorrow. If you don’t mind, we can visit you next Monday?”
“Goodness, dear!" Madelaine's amused laughter rang loudly in the spacious living room, surprising them both. "I almost forgot you were here too! Sure, sure!”
Oh, shit.
There was no way he could have missed the amalgamation of shock and annoyance that flitted across her face for a split second before breaking into her usual smile.
(In hindsight, he really should have seen it coming.)
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Later that night, Theo returned from the thermae to find her brushing her hair in front of the vanity. There was an undercurrent of stiffness in the set of her shoulders when he approached, and he stopped short of embracing her when he saw how deep in thought she seemed to be. It wasn't until she put the brush down and their eyes met through the vanity mirror that he got up and kissed the top of her head, letting her sweet – almost sinfully so – scent fill his senses. Hunger had manifested itself in him for some time now, but resolving her bad mood took precedence over everything else.
“What’s wrong?"
The way she leaned back onto his chest was almost unconscious, just like how his arms immediately wrapped themselves around her. He could practically feel the exhaustion seeping away from his bones the longer they lingered in that position.
"I know you’re upset,” he repeated in a murmur, “but please talk to me.”
She hummed a thoughtful sound. It was not an answer, but he knew from experience that at the very least, it meant she would eventually be willing to talk.
Just not immediately.
So they stayed like that for a while, the distant, restless twinkle of Mozart’s piano playing in the background. He knew the shapes of everything even in the darkness of her bedroom – the way her hair framed her face and cascading down to her hips, the caramel sheen of her nightgown, or the slightly downward curve of her lips, bitten far too often but still soft and plush and so pretty. Theo looked down to where his lover was swaying slightly in his arms, counting his own heartbeats, and closed his eyes to where it was darker still.
“The Godefroi heiress really likes you."
This proved his guess right: she was indeed jealous. Yet his guts told him she wasn’t telling the full story, and something about the whole atmosphere felt really off. Like the calm before the storm, unnerving him in a way he couldn't explain.
“And?”
“… That's it? That's all you've got to say?” she sighed. "Never mind then."
“No, I meant it. You're not telling me everything.” She had been jealous before, but not like this. Never like this.
Another bout of silence followed.
Then in a small voice, she whispered: “My birthday is coming soon, remember?”
He opened his eyes and straightened himself, now more than a little lost. Why did she speak like that was a bad thing? And what did her birthday have to do with this? “Of course. What about it?”
“Theo,” she took an exasperated breath and turned, but nothing could have prepared him for the way she looked into his eyes – like she was desperately, hopelessly, searching for something, and with every passing second she failed to find it her eyes slowly clouded over with resignation. “You do realize I’m getting older every day, right?”
What.
He definitely did not like where this was going.
“Liefje. What are you talking about?”
“Just—” she faltered at the nickname but still chose to turn her back on him, like she was trying to remove herself from the conversation. “I’m obviously a year older than when I first came here, and— and I really can’t tell how much I’ve changed? Birthdays are like reminders that I will keep getting older and there’s nothing I can do to stop it,” she said, carefully curbing the bitterness in the back of her tongue even in anger. “Obviously little Miss Madeleine and her cute flirting aren’t helping my case.”
In the heavy silence following her outburst, his mind raced back through the last couple of months. This Godefroi incident might be the last straw, but this was not the first time they had clients flirting with either of them. Something must have changed – something so subtle that even he’d missed it, yet big enough to leave them in this entangled and unsettling mess of emotions in its wake.
She hastily rummaged through the shelf and brushed her hair once again in what seemed like an attempt to calm herself down, all while refusing to spare him a glance. It took a few more seconds before his head cleared up enough for him to take action, and when it finally did, he took her reluctant hand, leading her to sit next to him on the bed.
“How long have you been feeling this way?”
A sigh. “I don’t know.”
He grabbed the hands that were fidgeting restlessly on her lap and studied the lines of her palm, like they could yield the answers to all her troubles.
"I'm so sorry. I should have noticed it sooner."
She wasn’t crying, but he just realized that the bags under her eyes looked a bit more striking than usual. He caressed them pensively, wondering how on earth did he miss this.
"It wasn't your fault."
"Still—"
"No, really. It's… not anyone's fault," she huffed. "At least I know you're not flirting back."
The idea was so absurd in his head that he couldn't help rolling his eyes. "You would never have to worry about that."
"Shut up."
"I'm serious."
"Riiight." She shot him a playful smile, yet the slight disbelief in that single syllable bothered him to no end.
"You don't believe me, hondje?"
"Hmm… and if I don’t?" She laughed then, but Theo felt his chest ache at that answer. "No, no, I’m just kidding. Of course I trust you. It's just that— hmm…" She looked up, hesitant, like she was whispering it into the aether. "I just needed to hear it. We've been so busy lately, you know?"
—and then it hit him.
So busy was an understatement. They practically hadn’t had a proper conversation in almost two months; and it all started when the final preparations for Vincent’s latest exhibition were set in motion.
Theo had been so busy organizing the whole thing that they didn’t get the chance to talk as much as they usually did. The typical leisurely conversation on rides to and from the city became mostly business, with him scribbling things away in his notebooks, managing his schedule with investors and her double-checking their to-do list while occasionally fretting that he might get sick from all the intense reading inside the moving carriage. Their weekly dates were exchanged for venue hunting, meetings, or even modelling for his brother’s paintings. Most nights, he stayed up so late that she couldn’t keep up no matter how much she wanted to – more than once, he caught her falling asleep on his desk, in the middle of sorting letters or cataloguing Vincent’s paintings.
He had been so sure that the drastic change of pace would not affect them much, and instead thought that it was somewhat adorable to see her just as invested as he was in this whole affair. Had foolishly assumed that just because she never complained, everything was – and would be – just fine.
Had somehow forgotten that sometimes, all she needed from him was simply spoken reassurances, and nothing more.
(And now he’d gladly give them to her, no holds barred.)
“I see. Wait here.”
There was a huge standing mirror in the corner of her room, an oval-shaped thing with golden frame courtesy of the Comte. Theo had never thought much about it, until tonight’s event gave him a completely different idea in mind.
As someone who believed that action spoke louder than words, how else would he drive the point home?
She eyed him warily as he turned the nightlight on and dragged the mirror to the bedside. The apprehension lasted even after Theo sat down on the bed himself, facing the mirror, and gestured for her to sit in front of him. “What? What do you mean? What is it for?”
“Just come here. I know you like surprises.”
“…  I don’t know about this one,” she retorted drily.
Yet she complied anyway, sitting with her knees folded up, allowing him to see the smooth expanse of her thigh through the reflection. With her back against his chest he could feel the warmth of her skin against his own despite too many layers still separating them. He brushed her hair back with his fingers and kissed the first inch of exposed skin on her neck, his breath vividly hot in the cold night air.
A quick glance into the mirror told him she had her eyes closed, and that wouldn’t do. He tugged on her hair, instantly opening her eyes and eliciting a surprised gasp that went straight to his groin.
“Keep your eyes open,” he whispered in her ear, low and tempting, “I want you to watch.”
“Theo—”
The room was dimly lit, yet the scarlet flush on her body was clear for him to see. With one hand, he traced the rosy path from the valley of her breasts, up to the outline of her collarbone, before finally closing around her throat – tight enough to excite her, just how she loved it. When his fingers dug into her skin just right, the way her body arched so wonderfully against him was definitely something worthy of a painter’s brush.
Too bad the mere thought of anyone seeing her in this state was enough to make his blood boil.
“Listen to me. Look into the mirror.”
“No. Theo, stop, please—”
“You really want me to stop?” It was half-threat, half-question. Theo nibbled on the skin of her neck, savoring the heated moans he pulled out of her lips and shuddered when the sounds she made chased their way down his spine like gaslit flames.
“Mm—”
“Yes or no?”
“It’s embarrassing…”
Exactly, he thought. She didn’t want him to stop; she just needed to get over that initial embarrassment.
“You know your safe word. If you want me to stop, say it.” One. Two. Three. A small chuckle escaped him when he noticed the pout resting on her face, yet she said nothing. “I’ll take that as a no, then.”
His other hand moved to slide the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders, one by one, and as he did so she tried to turn her head away. It was no match to his strength though, and when she whined in embarrassment he couldn’t hold back his smile any longer.
Look, he wanted to tell her, to make her understand. Look at you.
How can I look at others, when I have you?
Her breasts were heaving rapidly as her breath quickened, and Theo couldn’t resist squeezing them. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back as his fingers played with them – pulling, massaging, pinching, or worse: bouncing them up and down, all while staring right into her eyes.
“What are you—!”
“Oh, but you like it, don’t you?” He parted her legs and slid her panties off, exposing her damp center. “See? It’s already soaked through.”
His fingers rubbed the wet slit up and down in an agonizingly slow yet firm caress, and it worked like magic – her legs opened even wider, leaving his throat dry. He had previously been ignoring how hard his own cock was but the sight really made the throbbing more insistent that it was almost painful; not to mention how his fangs were already out and itching for a taste of her.
“Can’t you see how ravishing you look right now?” he lightly bit her earlobe. “Or do I need to reveal more so you can see better?”
To his surprise she suddenly grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down for a fierce kiss. Long fingers winding roughly into his hair to forcefully tilt his head to the side, giving her a better angle to suck on his tongue and lick on the inside of his mouth as she pleased. If she was doing this to distract him from looking into the mirror, then it definitely worked because right now the only thing he could think about was how good everything felt; how the helpless moans she sighed into the kiss turned him on so much that it was a miracle he hadn't come out of sheer frustration alone.
When she finally broke the kiss first, gasping for air, he wasted no time in forcing her to look into the mirror once again with one hand before rubbing her clit in a harsh, repeated motion with the other. She let out a surprised squeal that almost immediately turned into broken gasps, desperately grabbing the messed-up bedsheets for purchase while her hips bucked uncontrollably.
"Does it feel that good?" He forced the words out despite wanting nothing more than to wreck her senseless right then and there. "Look at how gorgeous you are. I love how your body is always so honest to me."
Just as her legs started to tremble, he stopped the ministrations altogether – earning a loud whine from her. He was about to tease her several more times when she looked up at him with those doe eyes of hers; teary from the pleasure and face pink from ecstasy.
Theo knew a losing battle when he saw one.
"Nooo, don't stop now," her hand guìded his fingers back to her dripping center. The gesture was so impossibly hot that Theo had to bury his face in her shoulder and take deep breaths to keep from biting her. "Please? I'm so close…"
His own arousal felt like it was about to burst anyway. There's no way he would say no.
Theo stroked the length of her fold with a finger before it sought out the source of her wetness to slowly dip inside. It was only halfway in when she started grabbing his forearms impatiently and whining for more, so he added one more finger and immediately pushed them deep. Curling, scissoring, his palm rubbing against her clit with every motion as he plunged the digits in and out of her wet heat. At first he kept a leisurely pace, secretly enjoying the way her hips kept thrusting up to seek for more. Only when she started clawing on his arms hard enough to leave scratch marks that he decided to pick up the speed, pulling desperate moans out of her that went straight to his leaking cock.
The more he watched her wanton reflection in the mirror, the more the thought of fucking her became dizzying. When it culminated into something almost unbearable Theo finally gave in and sank his fangs into the soft skin of her neck, carelessly gulping down her blood in an attempt to quench his seemingly endless thirst for everything about her. The stimulation was apparently a little bit too much for her, though, because she suddenly cried out in a loud pathetic whimper; a rush of liquid gushing out of her and splattering the bed and mirror.
"Hahh— fuck, fuck that was so hot. That's it, don't hold back."
Still trembling, she let him guide her down on all fours. Through the mirror she caught him opening his zipper to stroke his erect cock and moaned in appreciation.
"Like what you see?"
"Yes," she answered without missing a beat, amusing him. “Yes, you look hot."
He slapped her ass hard, a little annoyed. "Exactly what I thought when I saw you. Do you understand now?"
Her only response was a shaky laugh, a little shy, and his heart felt so full like it was about to burst.
With his patience running out, Theo rammed into her so suddenly that her body jolted forward from the impact. The pace he set was relentless, punishing, and it didn't take long until her still-sensitive walls clenched down so tightly around his cock as she came again. Hot liquid of pleasure tightened low in his stomach, making his body rigid with tension that bordered on painful and it was almost too much but also not enough— until everything was released from him all at once, and all he could see was white.
But he wasn't finished.
Theo sneaked his hands below her knees and hoisted her up, facing the mirror one last time, before pulling his cock out. Too weak to resist, all she could do was watch as his cum and her own slick dripped down on them both – it was so stupidly erotic that Theo felt his arousal twitched back to life.
(Now's not the time, though.)
He put her down and mustered all the strength he had left to find the washcloth and clean them up. She'd want to take a bath again, but it would probably have to wait – seeing how limp and pliant she was in his arms.
"You okay?"
"Mmhm. Never better," she answered, giving a thumbs-up and earning her a very Theo-esque snort.
(She was most beautiful like this, he thought. Luxuriating in pleasure, being completely immersed in bliss while allowing himself to take care of her.)
As he finished wiping the inside of her thighs, she pulled herself up to give his cheek a kiss. Her lips brushed his throat as she spoke, knuckles grazing his waist as she leaned close enough to whisper: "Thank you, Theo."
But there was a glimmer in her eyes, like the moonlight reflected, that spoke more than her hesitant words ever could. Maybe this would be enough for now, but not for later. Maybe they would make another mistake in the long run, missing another red flag and forgetting how much they've been through. Maybe there would be times where his words ring hollow to her, or where his doubts and demons win over them both.
It's okay.
He didn't mind. They could always fix it together – they had all the time in the world.
"You're welcome."
Always.
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ythmir-writes · 5 years ago
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assomoir replied to your post “Hi, what a nice little bar you have! Can i have one serving of ikevamp...”
I love this so much yhtmir 😍😍
thank you thank you dear! it really warms my heart to know i did a good job! 。゚+.(・∀・)゚+.゚
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hotaru19world · 7 years ago
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Not the real one cause it’s not the good city but still... L’assomoir, Dijon, Bourgogne, France.
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dear-mrs-otome · 5 years ago
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Please, everyone, go read this. You won't regret it.
Moment’s Silence; Common Tongue
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Pairing: Theodorus van Gogh x MC Summary: Theo spoils her rotten, but she wants to return the favor tonight. Note: The biggest MOST HEARTFELT thanks to @dear-mrs-otome for betaing this fic!! this is for u mrs o ily thank you for tolerating me crying about theo 24/7 and being such an enabler <3  Title taken from hozier’s song of the same name, bc who else can describe bj in graphic details as beautifully as he can. You can also find this fic on AO3. N S F W below the cut.
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There’s the rustle of clothes as her nightgown hits the floor, followed by the creak of hardwood as she starts crawling to him; a slight, deliberate sway to her hips. Look at me, she demands of him, and he’s helpless not to obey.
(As if he could ever take his eyes off of her. As if he could stop himself from admiring how even in the brisk darkness of midnight, the moonlight spilling from his window kindly paints her in muted colors, like a masterpiece brought to flesh.)
“Theo,” she calls, her hopeful eyes belying the sinful nature of her actions, “let me?”
(As if he could ever say no.)
Keep reading
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senjahari · 3 years ago
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L'Assomoir - Kisah Wanita Tangguh Ditengah Kemiskinan dan Kebobrokan Paris
L’Assomoir – Kisah Wanita Tangguh Ditengah Kemiskinan dan Kebobrokan Paris
“Mau makan saja harus tahan nafas,” keluh Prapto. Ia mengusap keningnya yang dipenuhi keringat.“Sudahlah, To. Syukuri saja pekerjaan ini.” Tegur Aji sambil menepuk pundak dari Prapto, “lagipula sudah bagus jadi tukang angkat batu, daripada menganggur.”“Susah yo jadi wong cilik. Enak jadi Pak Sugeng. Kerjanya tinggal nyuruh saja.” Prapto cuma bisa menggelengkan kepalanya. Aji hanya bisa mengangguk…
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dindapranata · 3 years ago
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L'Assomoir - Kisah Wanita Tangguh Ditengah Kemiskinan dan Kebobrokan Paris
L’Assomoir – Kisah Wanita Tangguh Ditengah Kemiskinan dan Kebobrokan Paris
“Mau makan saja harus tahan nafas,” keluh Prapto. Ia mengusap keningnya yang dipenuhi keringat.“Sudahlah, To. Syukuri saja pekerjaan ini.” Tegur Aji sambil menepuk pundak dari Prapto, “lagipula sudah bagus jadi tukang angkat batu, daripada menganggur.”“Susah yo jadi wong cilik. Enak jadi Pak Sugeng. Kerjanya tinggal nyuruh saja.” Prapto cuma bisa menggelengkan kepalanya. Aji hanya bisa mengangguk…
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L’Assomoir - Émile Zola
✅ Découvrez la première et la dernière phrase du livre d'Émile Zola - L’Assomoir ➽ L'Alpha & L'Omega publié tous les dimanches matin sur www.primaluxes.com 😎
Gervaise avait attendu Lantier jusqu’à deux heures du matin. … -Tu sais, écoute bien… c’est moi, Bibi-la-Gaiété, dit le consolateur des dames… Va, t’es heureuse.  Fais dodo, ma belle ! L’Assomoir – Émile Zola
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janumun · 4 years ago
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How well do you fare up against your fictional men (not just in heart but height)?
First of all, much, much thanks to you @nad-zeta for sharing the link to this super interesting site! 🙇🏽‍♀️ You can tell how much fun I had (and agonized over) organizing my boys and witnessed, at last, where we actually stand 🤣🤣♥️
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All my Doms in one place LOL
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My Masters and My Babes
You can just tell my desperation to fit in as many of my favorites as I possibly could 🤣🤣
If any of you would like to have a go as well and compare sizes (😆😉) with your favorites please feel free to do so and join us in on the fun. Here's the link once more.
[@pamakali ILU for bringing this to my dash!!! 🤣🤣]
Tagging some specifics (I'd love to see how you stand against your men, of course no pressure, you all!): @pseudofaux, @heavenzfiend, @ichigo-daifuku, @arisamcclain, @living-in-the-state-of-dreaming, @op-peccatori, @its-mew, @otonymous, @aviavv, @assomoir, @beni-draw-ikemen-please, @nan-chi, @meowlayn-art, @thatfanfictionchick, @camilynn22, @ihavenotfallenyet, @the-art-wolf13, @zodiacsign1, @redheadkittys, @shoyouth, @lady-moonbroch, @all-my-cuffs-have-buttons
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rokutouxei · 4 years ago
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ikemen vampire: temptation in the dark theo / mc | T | 68k words
The challenge seemed pretty simple: to try to befriend the university bookshop's most sour employee, Theo van Gogh. As a literature major with a boatload of book recommendations on her back, it ought to be a simple task indeed. But as she uncovers what lies between Theo's pages, the more she finds it harder to become closer to him without having to put the feeling directly into words. What can she learn from Theo about what it means to stay—and how can she teach Theo about what it means to let go?
[ read it on archiveofourown ]
chapters: 
act 1: [ one ] [ two ] [ three ] [ four ] [ five ] [ six ] 
act 2: [ seven ] [ eight ] [ nine ] [ ten ] [ eleven ] [ twelve ] 
act 3: [ thirteen ] [ fourteen ] [ fifteen ] [ sixteen ] [ seventeen ] [ eighteen ] [ nineteen ] [ twenty ] [ twenty-one ] [ twenty-two ] 
accompanying art
by @heron-iles: https://heron-iles.tumblr.com/post/643091457653325824/i-took-part-in-the-ikevampbigbang-drawing-one-of
and by @rubird--playsotome: https://rubird--playsotome.tumblr.com/post/643119487765348352/
thank you so much!! 🥺🥺🥺
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written for @ikevampbigbang 2020! a massive work that wouldn’t have seen the light of day if not for my friends @assomoir and @pathofcomets. i do have a few more wips related to this in the future, so let me know if you’d be interested in them still!
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dirtydoesgood · 5 years ago
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Author: @assomoir​​ Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Character(s): Vincent van Gogh / Female MC Rating: T - Teen and Up Audiences Warnings: Contains Major Spoilers for Vincent’s route.
Prompt: Catch the other person staring Summary: trouvaille: /tro͞oˈvī/ (n.) something exquisite discovered by chance; a lucky find.  Here he thought love was the way she reminded him of masterpieces, and the way inspiration fluttered on the tip of his fingers every time she was around. Love was the pleasant hum of getting drunk, the warm cup of coffee she made last night. This ugly thing clawing inside his chest, clamping barbed teeth on her neck and begging for her to stay, to never leave again— wasn’t love. (Or maybe it was, and he just didn’t know.)
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It could have started like this:
When the rain began to fall as they were finishing up another outdoor painting session in the city, they took shelter in this gaudy tavern, somewhat tranquil despite the loud cacophony of sound outside. Half an hour later her face was already flushed from the barrage of drinks she had, illuminated by the bright amber lights and framed by a soft puff of smoke. She held his gaze, though, emboldened by the booze and perhaps the wrong impression that Vincent tended to forget things when he’s drunk, like his brother.
But Vincent didn't get drunk – and even if he did, there’s no way he could possibly forget this.
This, being the way she looked at him: so full of admiration, like he had hung the stars in the sky for her.
(The fact that her eyes were so expressive still bewildered him even now. She would look at him with such honesty, brimming with emotions that he desperately wished he was capable of reciprocating – and he liked to think that he was starting to, somehow. He couldn't be sure, though, for it tugged on the dusty, abandoned corners of his heart, painfully familiar but at the same time repressed for so long he couldn't remember how it was supposed to feel like.)
Vincent fidgeted, ignoring the blush creeping on his neck and the wave of dizziness which always came up whenever he thought too hard with alcohol in his system. He finally broke the silence with a soft chuckle, reflexively tucking the feelings away like the gesture was muscle memory. "Is there something on my face?"
She straightened, suddenly looking a lot more sober than she had been a few seconds ago. "No, nothing," she said. “I… spaced out?”
“Then maybe you should stop drinking,” he frowned. Even with Theo’s help, it would be difficult to get them back home in this weather if she was too drunk to walk on her own.
He might have vaguely heard her murmur something along the line of it’s not the drink but got distracted by the sudden burst of cold air coming from the bar’s entrance, revealing a weary Theo still in his work outfit with suitcase in one hand and his hat in the other.
"Broer. Knabbeltje."
"Theo! Hi," she greeted him first. "You’re here earlier than promised."
"You got a problem with that?" His brother retorted, but the amused glint on his eyes was impossible to miss. She stuck her tongue out, clearly used to Theo's jabs by now, and Vincent felt his own smile softened.
They talked about everything. Theo, who seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood, was the highlight of that evening – he proudly talked about how the artists had found a new place for an upcoming exhibition despite the Academy’s increasingly troublesome witch hunt. Time flows quickly when you're inebriated, and when they finally decided to leave she immediately fell asleep two minutes into the trip back home. The moon and the stars got clearer and brighter as their carriage rode further into the outskirts of Paris, but Vincent stayed awake, keeping company of Theo who was immersed in the drawings he made that afternoon – meticulously flipping through the sketchbook, barely blinking.
"Broer," Theo called him in a whisper. "You—"
Outside, the faraway streetlights were encased in rain-drenched glasses, looking like bursts of watercolor in the inky black sky.
No matter how clueless he might seem, Vincent knew his brother best. In all the years they spent together Vincent could probably count on the fingers of one hand the times Theo had looked so taken aback: when he told him he wanted to be a painter; when he proposed the idea of moving to Arles with Gauguin; or when they reunited for the first time in the dining room of Saint-Germain’s mansion. And from the way Theo stared at what must have been endless pages of her, even before he opened his mouth, Vincent knew what his brother was about to say.
“I just couldn’t stop drawing her,” he echoed his thoughts to a wide-eyed Theo.
It was nothing out of the ordinary. Artists found inspiration in all things beautiful; and she happened to be one. Painting is like breathing, he remembered telling her, and it was the truth. The night sky, sunflowers, coal miners, lovers under the sun, wheatfields— anything that caught his eyes, he’d drawn them all.
(‘You had drawn them all,’ a small part of his brain supplied, ‘but never like this.’
Vincent ignored it.)
Theo looked like he wanted to answer, but maybe something in Vincent’s expression stopped him. In the end he just smiled, a little longing, a little sad.
“It’s beautiful, Broer.”
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It almost, almost started like this:
He had let her wander around while he tried mixing some oil paints. The keyword being tried, because his eyes wouldn’t stop drifting to her or the way she kept tucking strands of stray hair behind her ears.
Vincent swallowed, realizing how he began to notice the little things about her that he had never even thought about before. For example, at this very moment: when she caught him staring, spacing out as he fumbled to process how different she looked under the natural sun in his studio. She probably noticed how his hand hadn’t moved to paint the flower arrangements onto the canvas for several minutes now, but could you blame him?
“Vincent? What’s wrong?”
The slight tilt of her head threw half her face into the shadow, rendering her expression a perplexing chiaroscuro – the sharp contrast of light and dark clashing with the soft, ever-present smile on her face.
“Um, sorry. I was thinking about how pretty you look,” Vincent said, allowing himself to relish in the burst of pink flush across her face. “Are you okay? I feel bad, it’s like I’m ignoring you while I paint.”
“No! I’m having fun – it’s an honor to watch the Vincent van Gogh at work,” she let out a small chuckle.  “Many people would kill for this.”
There was a weird ache in his chest whenever she spoke about his fame in the distant future that Vincent didn't understand. He was a nobody when he died, and even now, in his second chance at life, he had to live under a pseudonym of— Vincent. Just Vincent. The change came easy enough for him, but sometimes he watched his brother in the morning, putting on shoes and stretching his fingers to fill the woollen gloves of just Theo, and wondered if anyone ever bothered to look close enough to realize Theo was clearly a little too good at what he did, with all the charms worthy of a gérant and conviction stronger than any other artist’s he'd ever known.
“Besides, you already offered to paint me.” Her shy, nervous laugh broke him out of his reverie. “I just… I feel like I need to, you know, see how you do it? Paint things, I mean. I have never modelled for anyone before, and, um, I don’t want to let you down. Oh God, I’m babbling.”
“It’s no big deal,” he quickly assured her. “You don’t need to do anything. You’re perfect as you are.” And he meant it.
Something in her expression shifted, softened; turned so gentle that it was almost too hard for him to look at. They stared at each other, his heartbeat thundering in his own ears.
He faintly recalled an afternoon where the sun was low in the sky outside of his bedroom window, where Theo had softly told him that his brushstrokes were finer, the colors he used were brighter. The same light was filtering in softly through the blinds just now, painting her skin golden, and Vincent thought everything had never looked so beautiful.
“T— thank you.”
Just as he was about to reply, a sudden wave of thirst came and knocked the air out of his lungs.
He stood up so abruptly that the chair clattered behind him and fell to the floor, startling them both. “I— I’m sorry! Uh… I need to use the restroom for a bit. I’ll see you later?”
When Vincent turned around and tried to escape the room as quickly as possible without actually running – because he felt like it would be too dramatic, despite the sinking feeling that he didn’t have a single scrap of dignity left at this point – she grabbed his hand. “Wait! I actually prepared some tea for you. Will you meet me in the garden after this? Or whenever you feel like taking a break? Theo will be there too.”
He threw a quick Sure! over his shoulders. Closed the studio door as normally as possible and started speedwalking to the attic, echoes of last night ringing loudly in the back of his mind. The unquenchable thirst, Arthur’s words which sounded more like an omen – the stronger your romantic feeling, the stronger the thirst! – and the weird, constant flutter in his stomach. It wasn’t until he downed three whole bottles of Rouge that he managed to calm down somehow. The burn in his throat had subsided, leaving behind a faint but persistent itch that Vincent belatedly realized he had started to grow familiar with.
Not even bothering to put the empty containers aside, he limped to the garden– knowing if he didn’t show up, Theo would be worried and that’s the last thing he wanted.
Vincent took a deep breath and looked up, squinting a little as the harsh glare of the sun hit his eyes. There, among the roses in the mansion garden, she sat, laughing at whatever his brother was telling her. The setting sun casted a mellow glow on her face, the afternoon wind gently tousled her hair, and for a moment – Vincent felt like he had forgotten how to breathe.
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It finally started like this:
There was a small gap between denial and acceptance. Vincent didn’t know its name, but the feelings attached to it struck him so quickly and suddenly – like fireworks exploding from so many different places all at once, leaving him desperately scrambling to chase the remaining sparks. Maybe that was why he remembered nothing until he found himself straddling her on the couch, one hand already sneaking up inside her shirt and the smell of her blood so sharp in the air.
Vincent took one look at her horrified expression, and ran.
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Under the bright parlor chandelier, Vincent felt too exposed. The red stain on his shirt, striking even among the colorful splotches of paint, seemed to look at him accusingly, all too insistent on reminding him of how he fucked everything up. He clutched his head and tried to hold the tears in, feeling Theo’s intense gaze even with his eyes closed.
When he spoke, though, it was barely above a whisper. “You’ve just fallen in love for the first time. That’s all.”
The thing is: Theo had always been a constant in Vincent’s life; one he was always grateful for. For as long as they lived Vincent had always trusted his every word – but he found this one quite impossible to believe.
And here he thought—
Love was the right word whenever he stared at her and thought about fifteen different paintings his fingers were itching to make just from one fleeting smile. Love was the right word when Vincent stopped wondering how it would feel like to find his very own muse, because now inspiration flowed like water in a heavy, unstoppable river current whenever she was around. Love was the way she reminded him of masterpieces, the way his paintbrush sat comfortably in his hand like they belonged there. Love was soft and warm, like the pleasant hum of getting drunk, like the cup of coffee she offered him the other day.
This ugly, painful thing clawing inside his chest couldn’t be love. It didn’t feel like something he had fallen into – but rather something that had been lying dormant inside him, in the deepest part of his heart, his lungs, and his brain. It was dark, monstrous, clamping jagged teeth around her neck and begging I want you, I want you. Please stay, please don’t go, please—
Theo’s presence was grounding. He listened to Vincent, as he always did.
“Vincent,” he started, a bit hesitant. “This is just my opinion, but I believe that you can’t love someone and stay pure at the same time. Love is so turbulent – the slightest thing can fill you with joy or sorrow. It can be so intense, sometimes you think ‘I wish I had never met this person—”
“Never met them…?” The idea of never meeting her hurt, and he still refused to believe that love could spark such ugly emotion in people.
“Yes, because if you never met them, you’d never have to act so wild and foolish. Yet despite all that, you can’t stop loving people.” The corner of his lips tugged upward, somewhat melancholic, and Vincent distantly wondered if Theo had ever felt something like this.
But Theo had always been a constant in Vincent’s life; one he was always grateful for. For as long as they lived Vincent had always trusted his every word – and maybe, just maybe, he should listen this time around, too.
“It’s incredibly painful… and breathtakingly beautiful at the same time.”
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When he first held his hand out for her to take, Mozart’s piano was playing in the background. Now, amidst the lively noise of the party, the same song had somehow led him to her again.
And later, as they stood together under the wan moonlight on a balcony, Vincent pressed his forehead against hers, tears streaming down their faces. She smiled and kept laughing, a soft but full-bodied sound, traveling along his chest down to his toes. Do you even need to ask? She had said when he confessed, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe how stupid they both were. Look, she seemed to say, look what we could have had all this time.
He cupped her cheeks and bent down for a kiss, tilting his head until their lips met. She tasted like salt and champagne, and Vincent had never known anything so intoxicating.
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cailann · 5 years ago
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more explicit version on my blog CAILEMON <-click full nudity - on my twitter, link on cailemon ↑
tags: (if you want to be (un)tagged next time, let me know)
@towa-no-yume @rikumorimachisgirl @moderatelyawesomeninja @ozziegrl5 @elievalentine @shrimpalompa @jennacat84 @spicy-porcupine @unstoppablelinda @crazyfreckledginger @vespeshadowmoon @yunohawkeye @selenecrawford @firepurplestar @kickingasssince98 @rayblackwelllover4life @all-my-cuffs-have-buttons @rossyele @agustd54 @kiarigirl @suzi-q-uinn and those who voted for Theo:  @sintheyokai @mikotomizuki @assomoir @shadydiaca @missjudge-me @ikementally-deficient @stupidoafofspades sorry for the spamming with tagging but... :) if you’d like to reblog this, choose whichever version you are comfortable with the most! thank you :) ♥
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dear-mrs-otome · 4 years ago
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Tag Game
Rules: post the last sentence you wrote edited from a WIP you have, and then tag as many people as there are words!
Thanks @voltagesmutter and @littlegrrl7 for the tag!
“I would have given you everything, if only you’d never asked for it.”
I guess I’ll tag @maanawa @pickle-scribbles @rokutouxei @otonymous @assomoir @crimson-snowfall @kazesuke @scummy-writes @bierunderdbeeren @cinnatwisted @humi-and-co @toloveawarlord - OMG 12 one short but fuck it...sorry if any of you have already been tagged!? 
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pathofcomet · 4 years ago
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the rules: tag five or more people that you are thankful were in your 2020, that you’re thankful exists in a world that’s hard to live in. whether that be through random reblogs on your posts, or people you have had full blown conversations with. whether it’s just seeing them on your dash, or interacting with them. (thanks @plip-ploop for the tag! <3 )
special thankies to @rokutouxei for many, many things (i’ll give you the full list if you want ~) ; @scummy-writes for this tag, for being the writer who got me to fall entirely for isaac baby and for being a friend in this fandom, @assomoir for joining us in the one-braincell adventures and bts fangirling (!) and @pseudofaux for being overall lovely !!!
i’m not that active on here, but thank you so much to everyone who has read and shared my writing this past year and shared their lovely thoughts! it’s so, so appreciated and i read every single tag on every single reblog and it’s making my entire day, every single time. 
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otonymous · 5 years ago
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Author Interview 📝
Thanks so much to @dear-mrs-otome​ and @alloveroliver​ for the tag!  I loved reading your interviews; it’s so interesting to learn about what goes on in the minds of lovely and talented writers such as yourselves!
Name: Otonymous
Fandoms: Now: MLQC, Mr Love: Queen's Choice, Love and Producer, 恋与制作人…lots, as you can clearly see 🤣 Oh, and Got7 (Kpop) too.
Want to do in the future: Depends on which shiny new otome game catches my eye (and wallet).  I also have some original work planned 😱😆
Where You Post: Tumblr and AO3!  You can also get updates on when I post new fics on my Twitter and IG account (if you’re interested, links to these accounts can be found on the sidebar of my homepage).
Most Popular One-Shot: On Tumblr: A Moment In Time, featuring Good Ol’ Victor from MLQC (I’m noticing a trend here, ladies 😆).  On AO3: Afternoon Delight (MLQC Lucien).
Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Hmm, this is a difficult question to answer, seeing as I’ve written all of ONE multi-chapter story thus far 🤣  It would have to be Served, featuring — once again! — Victor of MLQC fame.
Favourite Story You Wrote: To be honest, my current WIP, featuring this lovely gentleman: Park Jinyoung.
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Colours (MLQC Lucien) is a very close second.
Story You Were Nervous to Post: Promises (SLBP Kansuke).  This story was the very first fanfic I had ever written IN MY LIFE, let alone the first one I ever posted.  It featured supernatural elements, major character death AND no smut (so, you know, anathema to fanfiction LOL).  Hence, to all the good folks who actually read that fic and encouraged me: a giant THANK YOU!  I love you all 💕😆
How You Choose Your Titles: I actually begin the process of writing my fics by choosing the title.  It sets the tone for the piece, and you’ll typically find the title tucked somewhere within the text of the story 😉With respect to the ‘how’ part, I just sit there, sense the mood...and it comes to me (mind-altering substances are not involved, istg LOL)
Completed: 41, as per AO3's count.  Plus a few that I've completed but never posted for one reason or another 🤷🏻‍♀️😆
Incomplete: A few (please see below, under "Coming Soon"!)
Do You Outline? ALSO flying by the seat of my pants like the lovely @dear-mrs-otome​.  I typically set up a playlist, slip on my headphones, and let my mind and fingers meander (that bit about the fingers sounded dirty, didn’t it?! Totally unintentional on my part, if you can believe it LOL!)
Coming Soon:
Park Jinyoung (Got7) NSFW fic (crawling my way to the finish line)
MLQC NSFW fivesome fic (I haven't forgotten, y'all!  It's half written LOL)
A SUPER COOL PROJECT COMING THIS FEBRUARY…stay tuned!
Do You Accept Prompts? I do!  But I typically only complete the ones I feel comfortable writing or am inspired to write.  I also tend to generate ideas on my own, so I balance those with the prompts I receive in my Ask box.  Furthermore, it can sometimes take me a while to finish fics.  So thank you in advance, lovely readers and requesters, for understanding 💕💕
Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write/ Complete: Finishing up my Park Jinyoung story!  I’ve been working on this bad boy for over a month now, and it’s probably the most complicated fic I’ve written yet.  I am also experimenting with a new style in terms of story structure, so we’ll see how that goes!  
ALSO: the big surprise that's coming in February!!!
What do you use to edit?: I pay for Bear Pro.  Because of pretty themes.  And Cloud syncing.  And the Bear icon.  Am also not getting paid to say this LOL.
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I also use Apple’s built-in dictionary to look up super common words that I use all the time, because there’s no better way to make you suddenly feel like you don’t understand a language you’ve spoken your entire life than writing fanfiction 🤪
Writing setup: I have a dedicated writing space in my home, but the essentials really are: headphones, the perfect playlist (Spotify baby - once again, not an advert), my laptop and privacy.  I absolutely cannot write without the right music, and any extraneous noise throws off my concentration.  Also, a giant tumbler of green or oolong tea nearby.
Do you use a beta reader?  My husband.  He has read every single fic I’ve ever written.  He has no choice.  I also like to stare at him for every minuscule reaction while he reads...not intense at all 🤣  
Where do you get your writing inspo?  I daydream A LOT 🤣  I tend to get my ideas while doing random things like showering, walking on the street, doing chores or just as I’m falling asleep.  I also find inspiration in films with particularly beautiful cinematography and listening to soundtracks.
Can we get a quote from an upcoming WIP?  [For she was nothing if not authentic.  This, Jinyoung knew...from the very first time he saw her — the moment passing with the silent grace of clouds moving overhead.  Steady and unobtrusive, she had slid into Jinyoung’s heart the way one barely notices an overcast sky.  And by the time he found her there, it was already too late.  He could neither move forward nor turn back.]
Tagging: @lin-ful​, @pseudofaux​, @pickled-girlfriend​, @maanawa​, @assomoir​ and anyone else who’d like to try! (Only if you guys want, and sorry if you’ve already done this!)
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mikotomizuki · 5 years ago
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Show some love!
So, the idea behind this tag game is to... Tag 10 people here, who you consider amazing in any way, shape or form.
@crimson-snowfall tagged me and lemme tell you that I'm really glad you joined the Drained Dry Fam and started thirsting with us! Even Isaac is growing on me coz your thirst for him is contagious! And your fics maybe short but they're lethal and sometimes bad for my nose. My nose is becoming anemic from all the nosebleeds lmao! Stay awesome Athy!
@humi-and-co This girl can slay memes, sammiches, fics and now, nail-art! We share Thot Bean and Sinshine Bean and while we screech about stuff in JP app, this kween does the same in TW app! And this lover of beans is a cute bean herself!
@akira-zens-babe I always look for this hoe when she's not online. I love her art (I love every single thing she draws) , and our love for Theodorus Van Gogh brought us together lmao and what's amazing about her is she's talented and very down-to-earth! I'll always support your art the same way Theo supports Vincent! ily Aki!
@annriell got me into collecting blonde bihs lololol. I got blinded by all the blondes fbdnbddhf also got me into the VLINCENT SHIP, a disaster ship she says, but I say Disaster and I love it! Also her art is soothing and can make you cry (Im talking bout that LAST LOVE SCENE ANNICKA) ! I raise a bottle of Sweet and Spicy Sauce 🌻to my fellow Sweet and Spicy hoe!
@maanawa she loves himbos as much as I love Tiddies lololol jk ily Jane! Another lethal writer of Drained Dry, as lethal as her eyeliner skills! Also I stan her playlists and she's always a delight to talk to!
@kazesuke is a Godsend! Like me, she lives in the Promised land but she's in the greener side of it and she's helped me loads in getting stuff for my boyo shrines! Also, she quenches our thirst for every boyo possible with her awesome writing! Check out her works in AO3 y'all!
@a-dim-capacity aaah Rev, my fellow Papi hoe. We will always pee to assert dominance lmao and she's such a sweetheart making our soap dreams a reality! If not for her, we won't be able to SNIFF THAT BOI! Sidenote, her embroidered stuff rocks!
@mersari89 we always thirst in the wrong channel lmaoo! I miss you Sari!!! This girl is brilliant and got us fed with the PB mobster AU that we deserve!
@assomoir another hoe I miss! While Aki's love for Theo shows in her art, Piggy's love for Theo and Vincent shows in her writing! Aye, my fellow vanbro hoe, much much love for ya!
@dear-mrs-otome we flail in JP and Eng together! She made me see the LIGHT that is Oliver and Mitsuhide. She's busy but she makes time for us and read Mitsuhide! Thank you for letting me dwell in your servers! Also FAUVISM WILL STAY IN MY HEART FOREVER! Yeee!
I know this says 10 people but I have another amazing bean and that is @lyniririn ! Rin, I hi-five for Papi, Vinny and Faustie! Speaking of Faustie, your birthday tribute for him is as panty-rattling as his voice. I hope to see you in September when you visit Kaze and me!
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kazesuke · 5 years ago
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Author Interview
I was tagged by @assomoir <333333
Name: Kaze
Fandoms: Ikemen Vampire, YGO is a pretty permanent fandom and I’m getting back into playing around with Bleach. There’s also the occasional fic I write for exchanges that might be an older fandom.
Where You Post: Fic itself are on Ao3 but since kinktober I’ve been making tumblr posts consistently to link to them.
Most Popular One-Shot: Of all my fic, it’s  For a good time, drink this (there be noncon ahead!) for the Corruption of Champions game you don’t need to know anything about the canon if you want to take a look For otome games, it’s a post-bad end Toma/Heroine fic -  Perfect Girlfriend (Doll)  (also non-con warning cos well... post-bad end!)
Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: My only multi-chapter fic is The Sweet Smell of Temptation, which I feel is my most popular IkeVamp fic 
Favorite Story You Wrote: It’s hard to pick a fave! I really enjoyed all the IkeVamp fic I did for Kinktober and I wish some of them were a bit more popular because I enjoyed writing them so much!  I also like the reincarnation, SSL AU Souji/Chizuru I wrote - Sometimes it's not quite you - I’m a sucker for reincarnation as a trope and some day I’ll write more of it! 
Story You Were Nervous to Post: None really! I tag pretty thoroughly and I’m very much of the school of thought of don’t like, don’t read. If you want to yell at me about something I wrote even though you read it and it was tagged appropriately? That’s on you, my friend.
On the other hand, if I do ever miss tagging something feel free to drop me a comment or give me a heads up if you can :)
How You Choose Your Titles: WITH DIFFICULTY. Honestly I just try to pick something sort of related and hope it works.
Complete: Basically everything that’s on my Ao3 - though there are a couple of fic that I have ideas about adding another chapter but currently are technically complete.
Incomplete: Many, many WIPs that aren’t posted but only The Sweet Taste of Temptation is a posted WIP.
Current ideas that are started/actively working on a bit at a time:
Hakuouki/IkeVamp crossover where Sebas is an oni
Pureblood!MC who doesn’t know she’s a pureblood - also reincarnated!MC
Pureblood!MC/Sebas based on an event story that hopefully should be coming soon in EN!
Tentacles round 2 - Faust/MC
Mafia AU pureblood sandwich smut
Dazai and MC having a war over first name usage
Various BL for Everyone/MC universe (the same universe as The Sweet Taste of Temptation)
Chocolate box exchange fic
Do You Outline? Generally no! For long fic, I will and that’s often as far as I get XD My only posted WIP... well the outline consisted of who got to smut in each chapter.
Coming Soon/Not Yet Started:  Monster!Sebas series - he’s not a vampire but he’s not human either (I started on the oni one). I’d like to write some more Bleach fic in general and someday some more reincarnated, SSL AU Souji/Chizuru.
Do You Accept Prompts? In the future! I have some plans, which means I can’t in February but probably after that! I’m always open to general asks if people want to come chat or ask me about my faves/meta/whatever! 
Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: Ummmm I dunno! People on the discord keep inspiring fic from me so it’s hard to know what will come next haha
tagging: @ohsaizo and anyone else that wants to do it! 
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