#but like. theres something about her vampires that still resonates with me

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Hey guys I'm rereading Twilight and it's making me weird about blood

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tagged by @macomico​ ... i cant believe ur making me reread anything i’ve written for shame the rules are i simply do not remember my own creations

i taaaaaaggggg @hologramgf @biracialclaude @hoiist @wickedica @galacticmenace @glitchy-npc @elhuen YEEHAW!!!!!!!

> choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

1) castle of gold - got

Life marches on. Orders given, and Myrcella returns to horseback without protest. Fingers that find the ends of the braids, untangling them while they waited. All far too anxious and excited. Myrcella couldn’t recall the last time she had seen them like this, and wanted to let herself in. To embrace the warmth that came with the return of a father and mother, loved so deeply, that Sunspear had held its breath for weeks on end, awaiting them.

i was rly proud of this one bc like... myrcella was always a favourite of mine in the books just bc of the position she was in compared to everyone? always wanted to write smth and finally got it down

2) in the clear - swtor

Mako thumbed the switch. It would’ve been so easy to just flick it on, to see. To feel that heat and hear that thrum. Whilst she knew that she wasn’t sensitive, not in any sense, Mako had enough lightsabers get into her personal space to know exactly how it felt, barely grazing her skin. Torian was looking a little edgy, and there could’ve been multiple reasons why. Bad blood, one too many battles, or just all their tendency to get on edge at the mention of stuff like the Force, Jedi, Sith, lightsabers.

admittedly my first foray into swtor fics and it was rly fun to write smth about the companions like. sneaking around and trying to work out just who the person is theyre working for when the character can give nothing away yknow

3) stall - vtmb

Whilst Mercurio had remembered something of a vague conversation on humanity, he hadn’t thought much into it. LaCroix had always been waffling on about it, especially around the time Lee was turned. Something about baser instincts, frenzy, other vampire bullshit that he would figure he would’ve learned in sixty years, but still managed to only sit at the fringes of. Judging by how Ash finally stands, and how Lee looks almost forlornly at the still passed out cop, Mercurio figured this was one of those conversations.

the real ending of vtmb is ash, mercurio, romero, heather and lee all go on an extended backpacking trip through america to avoid the political and all around vampire fallout of giving santa monica the middle finger, and that’s that on that!

4) you will haunt me - the passenger

Do they believe that? With how their voice resonates, and the little tidbits fed, you know that it’s been less than three decades of walking this world. But that dissonance hasn’t quite gone, nor the longing. The great unknown. You have spent a night or two awake, wondering just what they might’ve looked like out there.

theres smth fun about writing about interdimensional beings with cults and auras and being stuck in lil human forms but finding each other through strange circumstances yknow? i’ll go back to writing about them one day

5) untitled - the super secret rosewood agenda

She doesn’t say anything to you. Drinks both your glasses and pours another. Hard line on her lips that is starting to slowly fade, until you lean over, hand on her knee. “Ohne dich kann ich nicht leben.” “ты такой неудачник.” It’s a groan, wrapped in the way you get a bandage haphazardly thrown over your face. Doesn’t stop you laughing, as you rescue the glasses, and fall on her. Fingers in her sides. “Soll ich dich einem Sommertag vergleichen?” “No, don’t!” “Er ist wie du so lieblich nicht und lind.” “Logan, you are not reciting Shakespeare right now, you are bleeding on the couch, fuck’s sake!”

you know??? YKNOW????