#do with it what you will

[ministarfruit]

ALRIGHT FEMSLASHFEBLINGS bet you thought you'd seen the last of me, well, not so fast! here's next year's prompt list... with a twist. we're going EVIL, baby 💜

if you're new here, I do this every year!! can be any form of media, the only rule is to make it femslash (term is loose, whatever sapphic/GL/yuri content you want, throw 'em in the ring) and you can do as much or as little as you please. no series restrictions but please tag warnings appropriately. thanks and mwah mwah!

see you in february!

(full prompt list in text under the cut)

femslashfeb2024 (evil edition):

if only

please be gentle

your life is mine

doomed by the narrative

hands for holding

it still bleeds

come back soon

living dead

in the shadows

love is devotion

alternate timeline

karma

goddess

before you go

haunting

hourglass

weapons

once upon a time

partners-in-crime

chose violence

fantasy

anything for you

copycat

plagued by the horrors

your voice

apocalypse

diamond

made you smile

and then I found you

(p.s. no it doesn't have to be evil. take the prompts however you wish!)

[poetglasses]

In Defense of Jacks in ACFTL

I do have spoilers, so this is your warning not to venture further if you haven't finished reading.

First off, I love how the story was told and how it ended. Could we have gotten more of the other characters? Yes. Did we really need to? Maybe, but I certainly didn't mind the absence. I didn't think we needed to address every character that we've met. We saw Castor and Lala, and I was happy about it, but I was strictly here for Evajacks story, and that's what I got.

I think Eva and Jacks had character development in this novel.

Eva isn't as trusting and hopeful as she was in the previous two books, and I was happy about it! Girl was getting murder attempted on her, and her husband is a narcissistic, manipulative psychopath. The only people she could trust were 1) being kept away from her or 2) avoiding her because they thought they were doing the best thing for her if they did so *cough* jacks

Jacks watched the girl he loved die! He blamed himself for what happened to Eva, and then continued staying away because he felt guilty and thought he was keeping her safe in doing so. He didn't know Apollo took Eva's memories away. He was too busy making sure Castor didn't go within 10 feet of Eva because Castor did attack Jacks after he went back in time to save her! He was still around Eva, he was just hiding in the shadows or out in the balcony peering through the windows. He genuinely thought Apollo was the better choice for Eva because at least Apollo hadn't done anything to her (as far as he knew).

Jacks apologized to her under the phoenix tree, saying that when he went back in time, he thought the stones would have taken something from him, not Eva, or are we all ignoring that because of that beautiful love confession Eva gave? He wanted our girl to live! When Eva met Castor in the Cursed Forest, Jacks literally put a knife through his best friend's chest in fear of having a repeat of the first timeline! Castor wasn't even doing anything, he was just trying to have a conversation with her.

Jacks was the tortured lover we all knew him to be. He wasn't Jacks, Prince of Hearts, with a trail of deadly kisses in search of true love in this novel. He was Jacks of the Hollow, a man who loved his girl so much he wanted her to live instead of dying at his kiss. We all know how badly Eva wanted to kiss him, and we all know Jacks can hear her thoughts. Can we blame him for staying away? He literally said that if she died again, he could not bring her back. The idea of that was terrifying to him. He already used the stones, and going to Honora would have the possibility of turning her into a vampire, maybe worse.

Jacks felt different in this novel because he finally admitted how much he loves Eva. We've seen him do so many things for her throughout the series. Was he holding back in the other two books? I'd argue not really, but he certainly wasn't going to let her be with him. He didn't want to admit he was in love with her. Dude literally held her like a grudge in the first novel, a secret in the second novel, and then a promise in the third. The hints were there for us. He would literally do anything for her. He just didn't want to admit to himself he loved her because if he allowed himself to there was the possibility that she could die.

Does Eva die in this book? No, thank god. But don't act like you read their kiss scene and didn't fucking break a little when Jacks went "No! Not again".

[mooshed-out-shroom]

It’s the way he’s curled up in Simon’s arms after waking from his reoccurring hell. It wasn’t supposed to happen how it did. You were meant to be there, with him.

But now the sight of you haunts him every time he closes his eyes.

-

It’s the way he clings to Johnny, the only remaining piece of his heart, during another sleepless night.

You weren’t originally meant to join that mission.

But now all he can think about is the fear that had been in your eyes that day.

-

It’s the way Johnny is the first to speak this time, “I think… I think it’s time.”

“Bonnie never could sit still, ye know? We cannae, cannae force ‘er ta stay there.”

The way Simon’s voice cracks, helpless once again.

“I know.”

-

It’s the way neither shed tears, watching the ash catch the breeze, while overlooking that cliff.

But both break down on the drive home without you.

-

It’s the way, even once years pass, they keep habits learned from you.

Stick to the schedule they adopted with you.

The way they still use vocabulary and gestures picked up during the time you three were still just that.

Three.

-

It’s the way they both eventually begin to move forward.

But never manage to truly leave you behind.

[crowwbones]

Burnt Leaves

Simon "Ghost" Riley x GNC Reader

SFW / Fluff & Comfort / No Dialogue / TW: Drug abuse mentions, mildly unhealthy coping with insomnia, one off-handed joke about dying

Summary: You deal with plenty of bullshit as is, and insomnia is just the straw threatening to break your back. You have your ways to deal with it, though. Seems like the skull masked lieutenant needs a new coping mechanism as well.

I may write more if people actually enjoy this, also i wrote this at like 3 am and i am dealing with insomnia myself, pls excuse if it sucks lmao

Being in the military was probably your best option. You weren't small or weak, you had quite a ways to go, sure, but you held your own. That's what initially impressed your training captain. You had a drive despite being depressed as shit. Which, maybe you lied to your recruiting officer. And the doctor. And your training sqaudron. But what's a little lie compared to staying in that drug den you reluctantly call home?

The harsh drills and tense, full body aching was nothing to you. Not compared to watching your mother be strung out on a stained, burned, broken couch while being left in the drug dealers care. Hell, or even when you had to help her find a dehydrated vein with a short and dull needle. Perhaps something that you considered a life saving skill, but it made you feel disgusting if you thought about it for too long.

You've been shifted around a few bases when you were needed, seeing as you were sort of an everyman. Excelled in the maintenance of weaponry, one hell of a mechanic, and maybe a few things you knew how to do that were definitely against the Geneva Convention. To be fair, though, if you had to decide between dying and using a makeshift gun that was severely out of regulation, you'd take your chances in court.

But all of this shifting around and half assed childhood you had lead to even more goddamn problems you didn't need. Often, maybe every few nights every single week, you dealt with insomnia. Bad weeks had you trying to fight the uncomfortable disorder every night, but you lucked out with having to deal with it half the time usually.

It was always so uncomfortable. The inside of your skin felt like it was covered in small pyramid-shaped cones that pressed into every nerve where there was pressure. Your eyes were heavy but never heavy enough to induce sleep. Your mind would never fog up the way it was supposed to. And it drove you absolutely crazy.

You had a few ways to deal with it, as most chronic sufferers do. Sometimes you accepted it and laid there until pure exhaustion won. Your worst option.

Most of the time, though, you'd already spent a few hours hoping, tossing and turning in restlessness before getting up. You'd lace your boots and try to walk it off. Speed up the exhaustion process manually. And it worked maybe 50 percent of the time. And you'd collapse back into your bunk, shoes still on and pillow over your head, and get just enough sleep that you wouldn't hate yourself in the morning.

And the nights that even that didn't work, you'd find yourself in the kitchenette of the rec area. You'd stare desperately at the coffee pot you were using to heat up water while you waited to choke down a bland, bitter chamomile tea. You couldn't stand tea on its own. You didn't have a sweet tooth, but you could accept when something needed a little bit of sweetness.

This often settled you down enough. The overwhelming tired made you cry in the barely lit room while your tea steeped, palms pressed into your burning eyes as you wished you'd just fucking sleep. And you'd stop. You'd drink your tea. And get enough sleep to function.

And you fell into this pattern and habit.

Until this one mother fucker.

See, you ended up being called in to aid in the upkeep up vehicles and guns at a fairly large base that served as home grounds to plenty of "real soliders". You didn't pay mind to many of them, but Captain Price's team at least treated you decently since you were the one making sure their guns jammed significantly less. However, Ghost creeped you the fuck out.

That teams lieutenant was horrifying to you. He stood way too tall, was way too broad to move that fucking quietly. He held this awful aura to him that was completely unreadable. And he barely ever spoke to you in a way that didn't feel like a back handed... well, you wouldn't even call them compliments. The man would stare more often than breathe, just watch you move about your job from the doorways and wait for you to notice he was there before declaring that he would have been able to kill you six different ways by that point. You've been able to get that number down to four, at least.

And for some reason. This also included your overstimulated and tired crying time at the coffee pot at 2 a.m. as well. It seemed like it was his third time just watching you when he spoke up for the first time, mostly just asking what the hell you were doing. You'd jump out of your skin, a blessing of a feeling if it didn't shoot unnerving shivers down your spine, and stammer out a half coherent response about tea leaves. And then he just... stood there. Watching you drink your tea and then leave after you were done.

At some point during this routine, he'd started to invite himself to sit across from you at the small table. He never really struck up conversations, though you swore you could see amusement in his eye as you made faces at the bitter tea. He knew you were burning the leaves, but he couldn't tell you that. Listening to another person rip into him about being British was very low on his to-do list.

This became comfortable. You began to tolerate his shadow-like presence. Maybe even enjoyed the silent company. You could guess that he was suffering the same just from how tired his eyes looked past the mask. Maybe he too found solace in a shared solidarity that you two really haven't expressed. It was bittersweet. Two barely functioning and sleep deprived people finding a space to relax, lit only by a half burnt out overhead lamp. Maybe, even if a bit selfishly, you had begun to go a little morr often judt for the company of a man you didn't know the actual name of.

Ghost never left before you, but only arrived after you began heating some water. He never had a cup himself, sat himself in the same chair, and limited himself to a handful of yrs or no questions a night. You didn't mind.

But he once again found a way to disrupt this routine.

You were reaching up to grab a mug from the cabinet above you, your other hand grabbing the coffee pot of hot water. You heard him move, which honestly should have been your que to turn around, and you felt him standing directly behind you. He covered your hand on the handle with his much larger one and practically forced you to let him grab the pot. He grabbed two mugs and moved off to the side, only meeting your eyes when you didn't move.

What ever fucking compelled him to do that, you had no idea. You were staring with bloodshot eyes and still even had your hand vaguely where the pot was. He simply nodded his head to the table and turned back to the mugs.

Guess you weren't making your tea? Deep down, thr angsty teen part of you hoped it was the forever sleep kind of deal. But that was dumb, so you shook your head a little to ignore that.

Ghost set your mug down on the table before sitting himself across from you, lifting his mask up enough to take a drink.

You've yet to see him do that, so your brain was just kind of off at this point. You stared, not that you meant to, as the man replaced his mask and set his mug down, staring back at you with a quirked brow. You looked down in a daz3 before grabbing your own mug, taking a long sip. Did he make a different kind of tea? Why the hell did it taste so... so much better? Your confusion actually earned you a small laugh from the other, a quiet, muffled chuckle from under his mask. That shouldn't have given you butterflies. He still scared you, after all.

He never explained himself, but from then on, you left the tea making duties to him and he didn't seem to mind. You fell into the pattern of getting there before your insomnia got into full swing every night, starting the water and getting the mugs. Then your midnight partner would show up and handle the rest.

As much as the mask gave you the creeps, it was growing on you. Like the previously bitter tea. 

[zootopiathingz]

That one scene in Titanic where she jumps off the lifeboat and back onto the sinking ship bc she can’t bare to leave behind the man she loves; that but make it Charlastor✨ I just know damn well Charlie would refuse to leave Alastor behind in any scenario but I know this one in particular would work best in a human AU. Plus imagine them having that same reunion moment where they’re both in tears and trembling as they embrace each other?? Al kissing her while repeatedly screaming “you’re so stupid!! Why did you do that?!” AND THEN SHE DELIEVERS THE ICONIC “you jump, I jump” UGHGHGHG

[allmightluver]

I made a thing

[stocious]

part two

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

The pussy demands a sacrifice

[silkling]

≫ ─────────── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ─────────── ≪

Rest easy, brightspark

Your work is done

Come now, brightspark

Your peace is won

You've given much

For that,

I grieve

But it time now,

My dear

To leave

You need not be strong enough

To carry the world

Not anymore

Your burden passes on

As those you've left behind

Greet a new dawn

I am sorry, brightspark

For what my blessing brought you

I am sorry, brightspark

That you cannot see your promise through

But it is time, my brightspark

To move on

Rest easy, dear brightspark

Your work is done

Come now, little brightspark

The war is won

≫ ─────────── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ─────────── ≪

[ainawgsd]

Just gonna leave this here...

[bawawawawaguitarsolofuckyeah]

"You really are quite insane, my dear...weeping for a sinner like me."

"Alastor...I-"

"It's- disgusting. stop. Just...stop... please"

[sesshy380]

New WereKat AU character refs!

First up, we have Fae Yugi, a Seelie Prince!

Yugi doesn't really enjoy all of the pressure of his status. He doesn't feel he's anyone special just because of a title. He'd much rather just enjoy the little things in life, and not have to worry about all the trivialities of the Fae Courts.

Thankfully there's one Fae that is of a similar mindset, and helps him to sneak out into the lower levels of the city on occasion.

Meet Unseelie Atem, a noble and member of the Unseelie High Court!

Atem is devilishly free-spirited. Court? Boring. Tedious. Snore. The Geal’drache, most popular casino/hotspot in the city of Dominus? Fun! Exciting! Been kicked out by the Elven CEO, Kaiba, more times than he can count but it doesn't stop him from coming back!(Seriously though, despite their rivalry, he knows Kaiba enjoys having him around for the entertainment)

That's about all I have for these two. Not much, I know, but they are more plot movement characters than anything.

I just felt like drawing them and showing them off. I had to laugh when I first did Yugi's outfit, because it has strong Han Solo vibes lol.

[midwinterrmemento]

How the Ikemen Vampire Cast Responds to “Would You Still Love Me if I was a Worm?”

Jean absolutely takes you seriously, even though he’s visibly confused. Because of the serious look on your face, he might think for a moment that this is actually a possibility he needs to be worried about. You watch as a familiar dark veil falls over his eyes—the look of a man prepared for battle. His most immediate concern is how defenseless you would be, and you better believe he’s willing to fight and die by the sword to protect that worm. If it’s for you, all bets are off. When you remind him that it’s just a question, that you’re just curious, he blinks and snaps out of it. Then, once his distress clears, you might catch a flicker of an amused smile on his face, which disappears as soon as it arrives. “I see. That’s… an odd thing to ask.” He doesn’t feel the need to answer any further than that, but his instinctual reaction speaks for itself; he would watch out for you no matter what form you take.

Isaac is also confused. “Gods, what kind of question is that?” When you don’t answer, staring at him with a completely serious look on your face, it doesn’t take long for his confusion to morph into anxiety. He wants to give you the right answer, but he can’t tell if this is actually important to you or if Arthur and Dazai put you up to it. His brows furrow as he runs through the possibilities in his brain. “Erm… that is…” What if you really are testing him, though? Is he already failing by stammering like this? He wouldn’t want you to think that he could ever stop loving you, even in such a ridiculous scenario. “I-I mean to say… Biologically, that would be… implausible, so not to worry, but…” His face is burning before he even finishes the thought, as he realizes he’s about to say something vulnerable and also totally nonsensical, but he pushes through, for your sake. “I-I would just be glad you’re still with me, that’s all…”

Dazai is not fazed at all, and he plays along without questioning what you’re getting at. “Oh, isn’t that a coincidence? I was just thinking of a story like that. A foolish prince neglects to tell his beloved how much he cares about her, so fate punishes him by taking her away and returning her to him as a worm—hm, why are you looking at me like that, Toshiko-san?” He avoids giving you a direct answer, but he humors you with his dramatics. Deep down, he feels that he wouldn’t be deserving of you even in worm form, since he certainly doesn’t deserve you as a human. But because you’ve chosen to stay with him for whatever reason, he’ll treasure you forever; he won’t let himself become anything like the prince in the story. If you can read between the lines of his bizarre, impromptu story, that will tell you everything you need to know. “Say, it would be fun to ask Ai-kun this question, don’t you think?”

Arthur will never pass up an opportunity to seduce flatter you. “I don’t see why not. Although, I must say…” A mischievous grin on his face, he slowly walks up behind you and wraps his arms securely around your waist. “I very much prefer your human form. I get to kiss you that way.” As if to emphasize his point, he bends down to leave a trail of teasing kisses down your neck, purposefully just light enough to tickle you. Once he gets a reaction out of you, you’ll feel him smile against your shoulder, pleased that he was able to make you squirm. “Ah... it would be too cruel if I never got to be with you like this again. What do you say I show you just how much I would miss your beautiful body, hm?” Ahem. As I was saying.

Napoleon stares at you for a second, and then you see his shoulders start to shake with suppressed laughter. When you scold him and tell him to answer the question seriously, he can’t help that his laughter spills over and as usual, once he starts, he can’t stop. “Pfft, a worm? If... if you were... hahaha!” He does his best to contain himself, but it takes a moment for his laughing fit to pass. When it does, he’s quick to reassure you. “Ha… Only you would ask me something like that, nunuche.” As you begin to protest, he quells all your fears with a fond smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulders affectionately. “You don’t even need to worry about it. Nothing like that will happen on my watch.”

Sebastian flicks your forehead. “Get back to work.” You stare at him in disbelief as he simply turns around and continues washing the dishes, unsure whether you’re more stung by the red mark on your forehead or the way he totally dismissed your question. Feeling your eyes on him, he sighs. “I’m only going to say this once.” Without even looking back at you, he calmly sets aside the dish he was drying, as though he wasn’t about to utter the words that would forever alter your relationship, the grandest declaration of love he could possibly give you. “It’s impractical for a human and a worm to be together. But as it is, I would choose you over Napoleon.”

Leonardo wonders if he heard you correctly, rubbing his bleary eyes because you woke him up for this and for what. There’s a brief moment of silence as you stare at him expectantly, his foggy brain trying to process what you just asked him. “Well, we’d need to keep Lumière away from you,” is all he says at first. When you tell him that that wasn’t the question, that you want to know if he would still love you, he lets out a sleepy chuckle and sits up properly so he can look you in the eyes. “I don’t know what put this idea in your head, cara mia, but I think we’ve come far enough to say that I wouldn’t give you up so easily. If you turned into a worm somehow, I’d look after you until I could find a way to turn you back into a human.” Actually, if he’s being totally honest, he might step on you or lose you somewhere in his room, so he hopes this is never put to the test.

Le Comte hums thoughtfully, his expression so calm that you almost wonder if he was expecting the question. You might not get the satisfaction of seeing him surprised, but you won’t even have time to be disappointed before he’s looking up at you with a gentle smile, so distractingly charming that it drives every other thought out of your head. “Well, it would certainly be harder to spoil you that way.” Behind that smile, he honestly might experience a brief moment of pureblood angst, considering how short a worm’s lifespan is compared even to a human’s, but he quickly reminds himself that it’s crazy to even imagine it. You’re here with him right now, alive and well and fully human—and deserving of some new jewelry, he’s decided.

Mozart looks up from his piano in disbelief, his hands stopping abruptly on the keys. Don’t take it the wrong way if he actually looks a little disgusted by the idea. It has nothing to do with how much he cares about you, it’s just that you’ve asked your germaphobic partner to think of you as a creature that lives in the dirt. He has trouble imagining that, anyway, considering how highly he thinks of you, even if he doesn’t always tell you that directly. “Well, you’re not a worm.” If you continue to insist but what if... well, he’s not actually going to admit that he would still love you lmao, but he’ll make up for it by reminding you how much he does love you, exactly as you are. "Stay here for a moment and listen to this piece.”

Vincent doesn’t seem to think there’s anything odd about that question once he considers it, and he answers sincerely and without missing a beat. “If you were a worm? Well, I’d miss being able to talk to you—your voice is so lovely, you know?—but I could still keep you company, at least. If you’d like, there should be enough room on my easel for you to sit there while I paint. Hm? What’s wrong? Was that not a good answer?” Please tell him that was the best answer. He’s worried that he might not have convinced you, so don’t be surprised if you see a little worm somewhere in his next painting; it’s the best way he can think to show you that you’d still be his favorite art subject even then.

Theo raises an eyebrow at you. “I still love you even though you’re a hondje, isn’t that good enough?” When you pout back at him, he sighs, reaching out to ruffle your hair. “If you need me to say it, then fine. But you should know by now that I love you no matter what.” Part of him is relieved when you seem content with his answer. He’s glad to know that that ridiculous sentiment was enough to reassure you of his affections, because he really does mean it. Another part of him, though—well, if you hear him muttering to himself “gelukkig ben je geen worm” as you’re walking away, just pretend you didn’t.

Shakespeare’s first instinct is to picture what this would be like as a play, and he isn’t exactly blown away by the idea. “’Tis a… style of tragedy yet unexplored.” He’ll only snap out of it when he sees you frowning at him and realizes that he hasn’t actually responded, then he quickly hides his bewilderment behind a smirk, advancing across the room towards you. “You have chosen a curious way to test my love. If you want my attention, you need only ask.” Perhaps he’s been neglecting you lately, too busy working on his latest play... but he would hate to make you feel uncertain about his feelings for you. Expect him to spend the rest of the evening waxing poetic to you, reassuring you as best as he knows how. Although you’ll notice, if you can avoid getting swept away by his lovely words, that he technically still didn’t answer the question.

Charles, like Vincent, won’t let something so small deter him from loving you. You’d still be you, after all, and you’re someone he never wants to lose, whether you’re a human or a worm. “Of course I would!” he smiles brightly, taking your hand. “I’m sure Lord Vlad’s garden would be a nice place for a worm to live, he takes such good care of it. I’ll make sure you have the best soil and everything, and I’ll come talk to you all the time, so don’t worry! Um... I’ll have to find out what else I should do to take care of a worm, but I’ll learn in no time.” Needless to say, Charles passes the test with flying colors. Just make sure he remembers this is a hypothetical situation before he actually starts making plans, and try to ignore the feeling of Faust’s judgmental stare boring into your back.

Faust, honestly, might make you regret that you asked. If you muster up the courage to come to him with this question, he might dismiss it right away, saying it’s a waste of time—or he might decide to toy with you a little bit. Depends what kind of mood he’s in that day. “Hmm. That’s hard to say.” Your blood chills as the corners of his mouth curve up into a smirk. “If you want a definite answer to your silly little question… I’m sure I could concoct something special to test it out.” Yeah… you might want to go back to the mansion before Faust actually tries to turn you into a worm.

Vlad has been around a long time, but this is the first time he’s heard this question, so kudos for catching him off guard. He stops tending his garden for a moment to look up at you with curious crimson eyes. “May I ask where this is coming from?” When you tell him it’s nothing, that you just want to know how he would feel, he blinks at you before huffing a gentle laugh. Honestly, this whole thing will be worth it just to see that warm glimmer in his eyes. “You never cease to surprise me, draga mea. Yes, of course I would still love you.” Satisfied, you turn away with a smile, missing the way his expression darkens. You might’ve accidentally unlocked a new fear for him, honestly. He may have to think of a solution to this problem, just in case. This man has literally waited centuries for you, so he’s certainly not going to let you go now. After all, if he can prevent the end of the world, he can prevent you from turning into a worm... right?

[weatheredlaw]

We must have been married in a past life! | a beedle & link comic

I was inspired by this post to write and doodle a little something about link and beedle. Beedle's been around link's stories for a while and I love the way their relationship has changed. TOTK has been a beautiful experience and I hope to see Beedle in future games.

you and i have been doing this for years two rupees jostling around in the same bag, never touched by the same hand the world always changes, but we never do i will always have something to sell, there will always be something you need you will always be going, and i will always be arriving but i am not much to you, just a flap of a beetle's wings against a dragon's scales through time and sea, beyond the sky and the wilds, we will keep meeting both our hearts may belong to hyrule, but i will always have a moment for you

[braveheartstoryteller]

Healing is not easy. Stories make it easier.