#don't perceive me

[carrionsflower]

Walton Goggins as Lemuel Childs in THEM THAT FOLLOW (2019)

[boxeom]

(To Be Titled WIP)

Contains: CW. HEAVY PSEUDOCEST, cw. suggestiveness, Caleb/f!reader, Caleb is Caleb, heavy possessiveness, takes place while he and MC are in their late teens/early twenties.

[Message from the Boxe]: Trust me when I say this WILL be finished once I'm done listening to all his cards. I have to thank @yinyuedijun for fueling the fires of my insanity when it comes to Caleb 🙏🏽

Every brother thinks his little sister is the prettiest girl in the world, doesn't he? Every brother wants to keep his sister safe. He doesn't want her around his stupid friends that joke about how good she looks in that new dress she's running around in (he already knows). He doesn't want her around any boys- he knows what they're like, knows what they're after, and won't let it happen. He would lie for her. He would cheat for her. He would steal for her. He would kill for her. Every brother would take the moon and the sun out of the sky for his little sister if that's what she wanted. That's what being a brother is? Right?

Caleb has begun to doubt that line of thinking more and more with every passing year.

It's gotten to a point of no return. He can't imagine a world without you- can't even fathom the thought of being separated by your wish to see the world. The world. Caleb has yet to really experience it, yet he already knows it doesn't deserve you. Nothing does. He loses sleep to you. He struggles to eat because of you. He can barely focus on the tasks in front of him when the way you kissed his cheek before running off with your friends to the mall is plaguing his very being.

For a long time, Caleb was in denial. This was not the way a brother feels for his precious sister. A brother doesn't fantasize. A brother doesn't linger. A brother does not yearn.

The thought makes him nauseous. It twists his gut and has his breath catches in his throat. His hands get clammy and his heart feels like it wants to fall from his tongue. His skin is hot and his head is full of nothing yet everything at once. It's exhilarating in the twisted, sickest, horrible way possible. It rouses something within him- something he doesn't want to confront- and it wants only one thing. It wants you. It needs you.

He. Needs. You.

And you need him. Maybe not in the way he wishes on every star in the infinite galaxies upon galaxies beyond each morning when he wakes up, but you need him. And that keeps him sated enough.

For now, at least.

[sylusenthusiast]

/SURRENDER.

ෆ genre : one-shot with a dash of spiciness. ෆ pairing : sylus x you / sylus x reader

The stars outside Sylus's garage glitter like frozen diamonds, distant and unfeeling, much like the man standing across from you. The strange silence fills the room, as you take in the man in all leather as he leans up against his motorcycle. You had been exploring his expansive home and found your way here after avoiding Mephisto, Luke and Kieran despite having been here various times before.

Sylus liked to keep you close when he felt you were too close to danger. He knew you hated it, but he loved telling you what to do - especially when you listened.

"You enjoy control too much," you say, your voice low but challenging, stepping toward him from the shadows. The dim light hanging from above casts a faint blue glow over his face, accentuating the hard angles of his jaw, and the tension in his stance.

His gaze narrows, his lips curving into a smirk that never quite reaches his eyes. "Control keeps me alive. It's kept you alive too, in case you've forgotten, kitten."

You don't flinch at the nickname, standing your ground as the space between you crackles with tension. Sylus is always calculating, always one step ahead, never allowing anyone to see beyond his carefully crafted exterior. But tonight, something in him seems different. His eyes flicker with a darker intensity, a restrained hunger that he's trying to keep in check.

"Maybe you should try letting go," you suggest, your voice bold, though your heart races at the audacity of your words.

Sylus arches an eyebrow, amused but intrigued. His hand reaches out, and his fingertips brush against your arm, the touch feather-light but electrifying. "Letting go?" he repeats, his tone going lower and more dangerous. "You think you're up for that kind of challenge?"

Your breath hitches, and before you can respond, he pulls you toward him, standing between his long legs as he manspreads while on the bike. His lips hover near your ear, a raspy voice leaving them. "I control everything here - every system, every weapon, every outcome. What makes you think you can change that?"

You look up at him, your pulse quickening. "Because I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. You're not as untouchable as you want everyone to believe."

For a moment, his mask slips. His expression darkens, and there's something raw, something vulnerable in his eyes that you've never seen before. Sylus's hand moves from your arm to your jaw, gripping it firmly but not harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You're playing a dangerous game," he warns, though his tone wavers slightly. It's not just a threat - it's a confession.

"Then why don't we both take the risk?" you challenge, pushing back against the control he clings to so tightly.

The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken words. And then, as if something snaps, his lips crash against yours. It's not the careful, calculated Sylus you've come to know - it's raw, intense, filled with need. His kiss is possessive, yet there's a desperate edge to it as if he's been holding back for too long. His hands roam over your body, exploring, but still, there's a sense of restraint in him, a constant battle with himself.

You pull back just enough to catch your breath, letting out a shaky sigh. "For once, let go. Let me take control."

His eyes search yours, the flicker of uncertainty there again. Slowly, his hands relax their grip, and he leans in, his breath hot against your skin.

"Fine," he murmurs with a growl. "But only for tonight."

[hnnn-fable]

Oh shoot, big poofy wedding dress alert

[lale-txt]

for the first time in weeks i can finally have a proper bed rotting day and man. the bliss. gonna do nothing but catch up on fics and write and nap a million times in between.

[hayleysmikaelson]

THE TWILIGHT SAGA: BREAKING DAWN PT 2 dir. Bill Condon, 2012

[mothsobsessions]

why did it take poolverine to make me understand the appeal of omega verse.

[kismets-barista]

And he'd clutched the egg tightly, the trolling's bloodshot eyes going wide with panic as he let out a shout riddled with pain.

"NO! No, Grandma. I gotta take care of him. Mama said so. Mama told me to take care of him."

Grandma Rosiepuff reached out for the egg, huffing softly as she couldn't stop JD from shoving it into his own hair. The poor boy shaking from adrenaline that coursed through him like rough waters over a fall.

"John Dory, you need to give him to me, honey. I need to make sure he's okay."

And something snapped inside of John Dory that day. Protection over the unhatched trolling, growing stronger and stronger as if he was a fire splashed with gasoline.

"NO, Grandma. He's mine now. I have to take care of him. No one else."

And that day was the first time JD would know the color grey in his life.

You ever just have emotional playlists. Anyways don't perceive me or this it's for a thing I'm gonna write later perhaps.

But since I'm down here. Massive headcanon of mine is that JD took on the parenting for Branch and his brothers, especially after the passing of his parents. (Unless this is stated canonically elsewhere, in my JD lore they were taken by the Bergens, on a picnic with only JD and the egg. His glove is from his mother, the goggles a gift from his father he grew into.) He began blooming into a perfectionist, trying to give his brothers the best life he could whilst pushing himself aside. Hashtag oldest sibling problems.

Anyways, I appreciate you if you read this far! Ty and if y'all want more of this there is PLENTY. Enjoy your day/afternoon/night! 💜🌟🫧

[lunarriviera]

me: [wakes up, cracks knuckles] me: [goes into #thefirstshot tag like it's breakfast]

[mistressemmedi]

Yuki... Baby girl 😭

[chronicallydragons]

Finally getting a book deal and preparing for publication is like can’t believe I spent more than half my life trying to get published and now I actually have to talk about it 😅

[oatmilk-vampire]

"What are your pronouns?" Can we take a step back? I don't even know if I'm a real person

[poisonf0rest]

ok i’m new to your account but i saw your intertidal zone inspired fic and i wanted to bug you about an idea i had/saw bcus i feel like you’d do it justice but what about a fic where mc gets her memories back and remembers everything that she did to rafayel i literally can’t stop thinking abt it but you can ignore this if you want (i love ur account btw)

IM SORRY THIS IS ANSWERED SO LATE FIRST OF ALL-- a psa to all those who give me asks, just know I'm exceptionally slow at responding to them

As for this fic. I would. I really, really would write it. But it would ruin me. Truly every time I dig into Rafayel's myth I get sad, and it hits worse when there are subtle hints in his cards and secret times, so I just know writing a fic on MC regaining her memories would be 50% Lemurian mythology, 30% smut, 10% lowkey self-harming thoughts from MC realizing the pain she's caused, and 100% angst that would have me want to tear my own heart out.

So for now I'll have to preserve my peace and say no, but trust me this would be my magnum opus should I begin to write it...

[seedsofagony]

Yandere Caleb beating the shit out of [perceived] rivals, then coming home to get bandaged up with Hello Kitty bandaids

[hopefull-mindset]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Not Rated 

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings 

Relationships: Dazai Osamu & Oda Sakunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke & Oda Sakunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Oda Sakunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Sakaguchi Ango (Bungou Stray Dogs) 

Additional Tags: POV First Person, Unreliable Narrator, (?) kind of, Gin Is There In Spirit, Character Study, Relationship Study, The Long Goodbye is Required Reading, Beast Dazai & Oda Bar Scene: Electric boogaloo, Officially With More References To Philip and Terry, Alternate Universe - BEAST Light Novel (Bungou Stray Dogs), The Day I Picked Up Dazai Light Novel References (Bungou Stray Dogs), Book: The Long Goodbye (Philip Marlowe), Osamu Dazai and the Dark Era Light Novel References (Bungou Stray Dogs) 

Summary:

The Bartender asks what he’ll be having.

On this sad night, The Detective says:

“A Gimlet. No Bitters.”

[nectardaddy]

just sent the most embarrassing voice note of my life goodbye 😭😭😭