#but i haven't wrote anything in a while

[senmiyaazx]

Hiya:3 Can you please write yandere rivalry with Crowe and Sol? Like, they're both yanderes and are pining over g/n reader. Feel free to ignore if you don't take requests anymore or you don't feel comfortable writing this!! Hope you have a nice day/night :>

Crowe x GN Reader x Sol

warnings: yandere themes, wrote this at 1am spontaneously so expect some mistakes, might be a lil ooc

a/n: thank you for the request !!! i tried my best to give these two equal attention, because i wanted to emphasize how you're a closer friend to Crowe than Sol, but i struggled to execute it ;; hope you enjoy this nonetheless ! i love this request cause if anyone noticed i did put hints of a yandere crowe vs sol in my other fics

You've always been a dear to Sol, even if you didn't know it yet

Watching you through the hallways as you rummaged through your locker, book in hand while trying your best to move through the crowded hallway. Stalking you in the streets at night to ensure you'd get home safely. He's always there for you even before you officially met him in the library.

He's always there. And so is that annoying pest named 'Crowe.'

Jericho Crowe Ichabod, that sickening man they call a 'prince.' Gentle and kind as they say. Charming as he'll ever be with that smile of his. Sol may sound petty, but he knows that bastard is hiding something beneath that demeanor of his. He's nowhere near a saint, though. But he's definitely not stupid either. He's dealt with enough people to know something's off.

Of course, he doesn't deny the fact Crowe probably does have a better heart than him, given the reputation the goody two shoes has. Especially when he's helped you out tremendously through your first year, helping you socialize and guiding you comfortably to settle in your new environment.

Right, and that pisses him off.

It should've been him. Should've been him by your side. He should've been the person you always stuck to. Not Crowe, not anyone else.

Although there's really no need for complaints now that you and Sol have gotten acquainted with each other. You talk regularly and even skipped school once with him! Risking your studies to hang out with him, isn't that evidence that you like him more than that guy?

So why do you still hang out with that rotten prince?

Now, it's not that Crowe doesn't want you to socialize with others. It's the exact opposite. Why else would he introduce you to his friend group?

He's happy that you're making friends outside of his group. Happy that you're able to handle things on your own even without him.

Although he does miss the way you used to rely on him a lot like a lost cub. He likes the idea of you being dependent on him.

That's why it's a little confusing to him when his heart aches a tiny bit when he sees you standing a little too close to that vermillion-eyed boy. Your cheeks warming up as you stuttered bashfully when Sol brushed a strand of hair behind your ear in a suspiciously flirtatious way.

All of a sudden, he wants to pull you away and hold you close to him. He doesn't know why. It felt like a primal instinct to continue to protect you and keep you by his side. He supposed it's normal. Sol does hold quite the negative reputation, after all. Crowe simply wants to express his concern for you!

So why did he start to become more competitive, stealing your attention every chance he gets so you won't be able to glance at Sol even for a second?

As much as it disappoints him, he knows he won't be able to keep you away from Sol entirely. It's already hard enough trying to do all of these as discreet as he can.

But who's to say he won't try to win your heart over while the poor boy watches?

He's aware of the sharp gaze staring daggers into his back. It sent shivers down his spine, yet he feels a weird sense of satisfaction as he felt his hand brush against your own, knowing how much it pissed the other party off. Knowing he's a step ahead of making you his.

He listens to you talk, yet you remain blissfully unaware of the eerily calm smile he held while looking behind his shoulder.

You feel a little weird.

There's something terribly wrong with Sol today. At art class, you asked him to hold your pencil while you grabbed your supplies, only to hear a snap! as you looked up from your bag.

"Sol..?" The other half of your poor graphite pencil fell to ground, earning a few quick looks from other students.

As if snapping out from a trance, Sol looked at the broken pen in his hands, then at your face, and at the pen again. "Oh. Oh, shit, sorry." He cursed. He immediately grabbed his own and gave you a spare one with a guilty, embarrassed look. "Take it. I wasn't focusing at all, sorry."

You take the pencil with a small smile. "It's fine. Are you okay, though? You look like you have a lot on your mind."

He shook his head. "Don't worry about me, pumpkin. I'll let you draw me this time. Here, I'll stay still." He tries to force a calm demeanor. His normally stoic face makes it easier, but your keen eyes notice.

You didn't want to push his boundaries, however, and continued with your portrait of him for your art project.

After all, how could he possibly tell you that he's planning every possible way to get rid of your dearest friend, Crowe?

[hercarisntyours]

oplita aus I found in my notes 🫡🫡

instead of making them their own posts I've decided to compile the aus from my oplita notes collection into one 🫶🏽 some of these are OLDDDD (and a lot more ariel orion than oplita)

• orpheus and eurydice au (i've made this one!! Kinda, it's more specifically a hadestown au tho) LIKE IT FITS THEM SO MUCHHHHH

• Orion (prince) falls in love with the army commander (Ariel) (the dragon prince King Harrow and Sarai-esque) oh it's perfect buff queen library twink /j

• enola holmes inspired au. Orion is a lord and Ariel is a run away. for some reason this is associated with earthspark for me?? i don't fucking know why other than that es elita is a menace lowkey and she would pull some enola shit ig but there was no specific universe attached to the note ?? Yeah idk

• P.E teacher x history teacher, but the students think they don't get along but in fact they are married

• song writers where they write songs about each other, like how people dedicate songs to each other on radios requests

There's more but there's actually the beggining of oneshots accompanying them that I might finish (probably not anytime soon tho) (i mean if you want to know them I'm more than happy to share!) 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[vargaslovinghours]

And never let you go ♥

Bonus without the overspill lighting:

[yujeong]

Time was at a standstill. Vegas was holding his breath without noticing, and continued to hold it when he did - he was afraid of what would happen if he exhaled loudly enough to draw attention to himself. His gaze was shifting between Pete and the man who was standing before them in the doorway, blocking their entrance. Vegas had never seen him before, but even so, he recognized Pete in him enough to know who he was. A dangerous aura surrounded him. There was an edge to his presence that Vegas would only come across people of certain circles. He was a fighter. A muay khao. Pete's father. Shame coursed through Vegas' body, smearing his skin, settling in his lungs, rendering him speechless. I thought he was dead, he wanted to tell Pete if he could. He wanted to scream at him, I thought you killed him. Pete was the one who broke the stillness. As if awakened by something, he took a half-step back and made a motion with his arms, almost raising them to his chest, but not quite. In an instant, Pete reverted into the pet Vegas had been keeping at the safehouse, bound by handcuffs and afraid of his belt hitting flesh and drawing blood. A lump formed in Vegas' throat. "Have you stopped practicing? Your form is off." The uncanny similarities between Pete and his father appearance-wise didn't mean a thing when it came to their voices. Vegas shivered. Was this what Pete would sound like in a few decades? (Were these the condescending words he'd choose to spew? Was Pete going to embody his father? Was Vegas embodying his?) "What are you doing here?" Pete whispered. "They let me out for a few days, so I came here to collect some money. Imagine my surprise when I found out my offspring left the job someone found him worthy enough of doing to... do what exactly? Yaai didn't want to tell me." He crossed his arms, waiting for an answer. Vegas didn't know what he was allowed to say. If he was allowed to say anything at all. "It's none of your business." "I'd say it very much is my business, as well as yaai's business who was dependent on the money you were making being some rich asshole's human shield." A choked sound scratched Vegas' throat. He didn't like getting reminded of Pete being the main family's bodyguard, even though he stopped being one mere months ago. Especially like this. That was the first time Pete's father stopped looking at his son and turned his head to look at Vegas. For a moment, there seemed to be recognition in his eyes. Did he know who Vegas was? Did he care? A snort came out of his mouth. He leaned on the door. "Oh, I see how it is." He laughed, scratched his neck. "I never expected you to whore yourself out for money. Tell me, is it preferable to the path I carved out for you?" Vegas could sense the disgust in his voice. He could also see it on Pete's face. He was too astonished to share it, but not enough to be unable to speak. "Khun, there has been some misunderstanding-" "Don't bother. I can recognize a faggot when I see one." Pete's movements were too fast for Vegas to stop him. A direct jab to the nose; his father fell like a pack of cards, groaning like a wounded animal. Surprisingly, no blood - Pete held back. Vegas didn't know what to think about that. "That was a pathetic attack, even for you." "Get up." "We're not in the ring, son." Pete growled. Vegas could see his hands trembling as he was keeping them in the air, maintaining an offensive stance. "That never stopped you before." "You were too young to understand what I was doing back then. What I was preparing you for." Pete was silent. "The world isn't kind. It'll fuck you over one way or another." He got up, spat on the ground. "You still haven't learned a thing. You're too old to afford being naive." He turned around, and without sparing a look at Pete again, said: "Now get the fuck out of my house." (For @musictooth, whose posts about Pete's father have reignited my passion for this specific concept and for @wretchedamaranth, whose comments on my writing are always lovely and precious ❤️)

[spaceiix3]

just one step at a time (Asmodeus x GN! Reader drabble)

Content warnings: physical self harm alluded to but not described. very very slight yandere.

Word count: 769

Asmo looked up from his phone as he heard his bedroom door creak slightly, taking his hand off his chin as he shifted his weight to rest evenly on both elbows. His beloved human stood in the doorway, frowning and not quite meeting his eyes. They swayed slightly on their feet.

"Darling?" Asmo asked after a moment of silence. The human didn't reply, eyes wandering around his room as they grimaced slightly.

"Why don't you come in? Come sit by me, please." Asmo beckoned them over, his tone gentle yet commanding as he moved to sit up against the headboard of his bed.

The human nodded, taking a few quick deep breaths before moving. They closed the door behind them after a long moment and disjointedly moved over to Asmo's bed. Asmo noticed they winced slightly as they shifted their weight to their thigh to get both legs on the bed. His eyes widened slightly in understanding, but he said nothing about it.

"Can I hold you, dear?" Asmo asked, placing his phone to the side. His human nodded.

The demon gently maneuvered their body to rest their head on his chest while pushing them to lay on their side, facing him. He watched as the human's eyes drifted around his room, looking around but not seeing. They certainly weren't asleep, but weren't present either.

Asmo kissed their forehead, leaving a slight mark from his lipstick. His manicured nails followed, mindlessly drifting to scratch against their scalp and cup their cheeks as he nuzzled against the top of their head. The same hand then drifted down to rest against their arm. He rubbed his thumb against it gently, calmly.

The demon closed his eyes as they stayed like this for a few minutes, breathing in the scent of the shampoo he had gifted them a few weeks ago. He felt the human's heart rate slow down as they laid there, until it was calm and steady again.

"Asmo..." The exchange student started talking quietly. "I remembered you said I could see you when I wanted... I just saw you were livestreaming before and didn't want to bother, so..." They trailed off, grimacing as they tried to explain their behavior.

"So you just tried to take care of things yourself?" Asmo questioned gently. The human nodded, tilting their head to bury it further against his chest, almost trying to hide themselves.

"I can't even go two months without... you know..." They sighed, feeling like they were going to cry, but knowing they were too emotionally exhausted to do so. “I just don’t know any other way of helping myself, I… I just don’t know…” They trailed off.

"Darling... you don't need to try so hard to fix everything yourself." The demon mumbled as he rested his cheek against their head, before pulling back slightly to speak more clearly.

"I know your... methods work for you, but they make you feel so bad afterward, too. That’s why you should let me help more. I can end a few livestreams early now and then, there will always be more." He smiled at the human, then continued.

“My fans don’t mean anything compared to you, kitten. I love my fans, but I’d sacrifice all of them if it meant I could keep you consistently content.” He felt them let out a slight laugh at that. He giggled in return at the sound.

“Mmm, you’re so cute. Don’t think of it as a joke though.” His grip on their arm tightened slightly. “Would killing off a few random fans help to show my devotion to you? To help you feel better about coming to see me?” He continued. The human shifted slightly to finally look up at him and gauge his facial expression. He blinked himself out of his slight stupor as he felt them move, then moved his eyes back down to meet theirs, his face splitting into a gentle grin.

“Sorry, hun, I’m getting off-topic. My bloodlust can be hard to control, hehe.” He giggled again, and put a hand on their head.

"But I’m really so proud of you for coming over to see me, honey. I know it's hard to get used to, but you did so well." He started, petting their head as he spoke.

"Maybe we won't break your... habits of emotional regulation right away, but we can in time. Just keep being good for me like this, darling. We can take one step at a time together.”

The exchange student nodded, sighing.

“Just one step at a time.” They mumbled as they sank back into Asmo’s embrace.

[abysswalkersknight]

No. No, how could this have happened. It was unconscionable, inconceivable!

Don’t panic, there’s nothing to worry about… other than a disgusting, foul fiend has somehow infiltrated the impregnable fortress that was his room. He stands frozen in place, as still as his beloved gargoyles, he dared not blink lest this creature disappears into who knows where. 

Its disgusting limbs wave about in the air, as if taunting the prince as a sinking sensation befell his stomach, compose yourself fool, it is only a mere insect, it is beneath you, how dare you paralyse in fear before something so insignificant! And yet Malleus is unable to move a muscle, as if staying ramrod straight would willfully keep the interloper in place. He could just summon a little fire and smite it where it stood, it could be over in a matter of seconds he was the prince of Briar Valley for goodness sake! One of the strongest mages in the world! He was feared by many, Malleus would be damned if he were defeated by this small- knock, knock.

‘My lord Malleus, you summoned me?’ Thank the seven it was Silver, he had originally called him over for their weekly coffee break, but right now… ‘Silver, come attend me.’ He called out, praying that his voice betrayed nothing, it is prudent that the prince showed no weakness before anyone, especially his human charge. Behind him he heard the door unlock and the faint delicate tap tap of Silver’s heels as he strode up to him ‘is everything alright, my lord? You seem a little… tense’ he didn’t need to look at the boy to know that his brows were furrowed in concern, no doubt that seeing his prince freeze like a deer was unsettling “remove that abomination at once please, Silver’ he ordered finally tearing his eyes away to see Silver tilt his head ‘beg pardon sir?’

Malleus gestured to the statue Sebek had given him ‘that. Remove it please,’ 

Silver’s gaze searched for a little bit longer before widening at the sight of the large spider ‘oh, alright’ he said glancing questionably at the prince, Malleus huffed in response tossing his head to the side. To which the boy smiled ‘excuse me little one? Yes, I’m afraid you can’t stay here as my lord would not permit it. Oh don’t worry there’s a lovely crevice next to the window outside that should do wonders for you.’ Gently, as if coaxing one of his bird companions onto his finger, Silver guiding the little creature onto his hand, walked over to the window and patiently held it out until the spider had safely latched onto the wall ‘there, all better now’ he said brushing his hands together ‘yes, thank you Silver, you have my gratitude.’ Malleus sighs ‘though I ask that you keep this between us, heavens forbid Lilia ever finding out’ his old guardian would have a field day if ever he found out that the formidable prince of Briar Valley was terrorised by a spider of all things. Thankfully his retainer nodded ‘of course sir, is that all?’

‘No, I happen to have procured a lovely coffee blend from Kalim that I would be happy to share if you’d be so inclined.’

[xcziel]

has anybody else thought about how jk could easily manage sofia's parts of slow dance or is it just me?

[redisaid]

It's ghostfucker season, y'all. Time for the yearly reminder that Fearless exists and is probably my favorite thing I've ever written.

I beg you, if you read one thing of mine and one thing only, please read the ghostfucking story.

[souenkun]

Been thinking for sometime after spending my days mostly resting in bed and reading fics, but... the swsh fandom really does have one of the best ao3 writers for me :o

[sysig]

Getting up to trouble is his speciality (Patreon)

[oneroomjestershow]

Are you active on social media or just check it sometimes?

i am everywhere to see and nowhere to be found

[quirkle2]

what if i threw my th at u guys what then

[anonyanonymouse]

🙈

[the-fandom-fuckup]

How do you think triceratons were introduced into Rottmnt?

like, in universe? bc after getting this n doing some research (I haven't seen much of them before this, tbh) I was thinking about how they could've come around n started causing issues for the turtles n gang

there were a few points of interest that stood out while I was scanning a few wiki articles for them, 1. being that they seem to fight the prototype kraang/Utroms across a few of the tmnt iterations and 2. being that they like to take other civilisation's tech n integrate it into their own

so maybe in Rise they have a feud with the Kraang that spans back millennia, like beef that's older than the human race. and maybe since the disappearance of the Kraang in this sector of our universe the Triceratons have been looking for clues as to where they could've gone, n found our little planet in the process.

now I'll be real, I haven't thought very far ahead into what would keep them from touching down here between that event and the events of the movie. maybe it's as simple as our tech n resources don't seem interesting enough for a planetary visit or smth, maybe they were biding their time until smth interesting enough happened, idk

but what does catch their attention is the sudden spike of Kraang activity in the movie, n the fact that this seemingly insignificant planet was not only able to fend them off so swiftly, but also destroyed one of their precious Technodromes in the process. bc now the Triceratons know there's at least smth here that can mess them up, but the appeal of free Kraang tech being up for grabs is too tasty to pass up, so they send out a scouting pod or two to search for any wreckage they can find.

which, if we follow the plan the writers had about Casey Sr + Jr travelling the world to annihilate any traces of the Kraang left behind, would put them on the Caseys' radar. and maybe the Caseys attack first n *think* about asking questions later, but in their defence a new alien race taking interest in anything related to the Kraang can not lead to anything good

and you know the Caseys are gonna touch base back with the turtles n tell them about what's going on after beating the Triceratons' asses, which leads to Donnie finding the other scouting pods in the area and starting a bunch of shenanigans/issues that I'm too tired to think about rn lmao

[tenrose]

I gave up, the website is too shitty, literally nothing functions. Idk if the payment really failed or if those suckers are just not able to properly write 'it's sold out'

Now that I'm slightly annoyed...

I'm gonna rant.

First of all theaters can go fuck themselves if they are not able to provide proper services. The cinema I'm talking about in particular is not indie by the way, it's one of the biggest chains here (fuck you UGC) so the bare minimum they could do is provide with actual functional website so people can actually use it and make reservations. Don't even get me started on the price. 11,60€ for me to fucking go out and see people???? And we know seats aren't as good as they used to be in the past. Don't know about the snack prices, I bet it costs two kidneys.

That being said...

FUCK STREAMING PLATFORMS TOO OR EVEN ESPECIALLY

obviously I ain't paying for any. I won't pay for 10 different platforms, and especially not Amazon they can literally rot in hell. Don't even get me started on netflix. I used to pay sometimes back then. Honestly they had something. They used to do an actual effort and trying to show different stuff. They let creative direction to their writers. We wouldn't never have sense8 with today mentality tbh. Everything is just a reboot, a book adaptation emptied from its substance, a reboot, and book adaptation a reboot, a book a- you see the thing. I mean I shouldn't be bitching as pretty much never watch anything new for years so what do I know? I mean I would like to, but every time I watch a trailer, I'm tired just by watching it. Latest exemple I'm thinking about is the three body problem... Like having read the book just watching the trailer you could see the Americanism all over it... For a chinese book. And it's the problem with everything. I mean American TV shows have always be like this, maybe being younger I wasn't aware back then idk. But it feels so empty, so soulless? They can give me all the diversity they want, that doesn't change that it's still empty. And for TV shows (actually I'm talking more specifically about TV shows cause I'm not a big cinephile so I don't have the legitimacy to criticise) I know it's because of that stupid ass 8 episodes format. I've already talked about it. But it's literally draining the whole industry imo. Also writers clearly having little creative freedom since they have to make stuff that sells. But yeah, TV shows lasted physically and in memories because we were watching them slowly instead of this boulimie stuff we have now. Everything is like consume, forget, consume forget and pay shit ton of money.

And I'm thinking I am actually not built for this shit. I felt so burn out not being able to enjoy anything. So now I don't even try. I don't try new shows cause it's not worth it even when there's an actual good one. Because it's gonna be cancelled anyway. Who wants to emotionally invest in shows that get cancelled (I did so many time).

But when I do.

Be sure I will pirate the shit out of it. None of these industries deserve our money.

To finish on a positive note, if there's one thing I'm really happy for in the end. It's books. Sure the book industry is oversaturated too and there's ton of shit to criticise too (but I won't here). But it's so vast there are books everywhere for everyone, and even if tomorrow not a single book would be published (which I don't believe in), there are enough books for my entire life anyway. But yes books, even if formatted too (looking at us french snobs with our novel format), are like the only place writers can still let go of their creativity. Plus you can have cheap books (I'm starting to get there) and obviously free books thanks to libraries, and also you can pirate books too. Yes I pirate books too but tbh it doesn't even compensate how much I spend buying books so I'm not feeling guilty and I either pirate popular books or old books (if they are really old it's free anyway). But yes if you go out unlike me go buy books if you have money, to your local bookstore, or if you can't library is your way.

Reading is my anchor ⚓

[lentenken]

Remember: There's No One Here

FT Masterlist |

"Cancer," the words are spoken softly, too quiet in comparison to the raging rows of plants doing their best to drive themselves into her skull, "take care of the trash for me."

A tall man, with glasses that glint in the light, moves forward and snips through the vines immediately on instinct- no words are said, no form of acknowledgment given beyond the orders being obeyed. The woman he's making his way towards is starting to panic now, a poor girl who'd made the mistake of sending a burst of water hemlock towards Cancer's master with pretty enough hair and tiny spikes adorning the locks that make Lucy itch with curiosity.

One, two, three, Cancer steps through each bit of foliage thrown at him with grace and precision. Despite this, his teeth are gritted and there was plenty of panic to be found in his eyes as he wondered why he was fighting in the first place, why he was out here, why, why, why are there only the two of us here?

Cancer isn't Leo, he can't come out as he pleases with how his magic is. He can't pierce through the barrier separating spirit and human like Leo, can only" gently part the gates with the help of whoever held his key, but there is no one here except for the mage whose attacks have grown in desperation.

There is no twinkling laugh, no smattering of yellow to fill his vision, and there was no warmth to be found in any eyes that watched. Master, princess, Lucy where are you?

Two, four, six, his form is perfect and he's simply a few steps away from his scissors finding themselves lodged in the poor girls neck, there's sweat gripping at his brow and a sudden panic churning inside him as he wonders what's going on, as the air behind him starts to shift, and the sudden pressure at his back making him want to cry in grief run away.

"Be gentle, now. I don't need her body ruined," her voice never once raises, despite the twist and turns she makes to dodge the projectiles turning to ash from her dearest friend's servant's attacks.

All of a sudden, Cancer's movements slow, no longer the fervent cadence from before, the two-four-six becoming the one-two-three it had started with. That, alone, made the girl- for she was nothing but that to his master -slow and start to speak before Cancer appeared behind her and smacked his bare knuckles against her neck. The next moment, the girl was unconscious and Cancer gone in a speck of stars before he could even begin to ponder the wrongness he was feeling.

Lucy flicked at the stardust and kneeled over the body in curiosity, running her fingers through the girls hair. There's a sudden sting on one of her fingers, and she can't help the way her eyes start to sparkle shine in a sort of childish curiosity sadistic glee at the ideas starting to form in her mind.

"Ah, I wonder if I could have these grow elsewhere...? Having them by your arms would be rather useful, especially since poor you had so little options for close ranged attacks..."

"I can't help but wonder why the rest of your body doesn't follow the same formula as the hair on your head, however..."

Fingers trace the paling cheek of the corpse and stop at the chin. With enough pressure, the mouth opens to show surprisingly sharp teeth and an oddly textured tongue. "Oh...? Did your magic change your body to suit its needs or were you perhaps born this way...?"

In the far distant world bathed in purples, Cancer frowns. Was he doing something?

"Man," their guild master cried, "I didn't know paperwork would be so boring!" Tears were pouring down his eyes as he kept a shaky grip on the pen in his hand. On the desk he sat at, piles and piles of paper were strewn across the flat surface. One for building expansion, another for the supply of food, and plenty of complaints for too much force used in missions. A blue cat nibbled on fish by his side as he cried.

"Why didn't anyone tell meeeeee!!!" He continued crying out, but paused as something in his words seemed to cause a spark in his mind. "Uhh, wait, someone did tell me! Haha, yeah it was-"

"Uhm..."

"How could you be so forgetful, Natsu!" Happy mumbled through his chewing.

"Hold on, I know who it was!! Reese, no- Lacke! Wait, no, Lockheart!? Er, I don't know any of these people... I'm sure someone told me though, haha!"

The members of the slowly growing guild glance at the burst of laughter coming out of their master's office but go back to focusing on themselves after a few moments. It was never a good idea when Natsu laughed like that.

Huzzah, @nalunalu, enjoy my uncoordinated pile of words!