#god damn tumblr ate the first one

[themesis]

they needed to hate fuck. genuinely.

[faultedloyalty]

The urge to laugh is, once more, tampered down; in a way, Sebastian quite liked when humans were so excitable, learning about his Master. Having been servant to plenty of diverse characters, he himself had lost the ability to be surprised by someone of a young age holding positions of authourity. When looking at it with the lens of his own true age, too, it was hard to see any human as being old enough to do something.

Still, such amusements were best kept private, something for only himself to know. Everybody in the Manor, resident or otherwise, has their own secrets, and he is chief of them all.

“But of course ‘everything outside’ can be arranged, sir.” It is what he offered, after all. “Though, quite regrettably, we have seen a bear or two on our own hunting grounds. Disposed of rather quickly, mind you, but they do indeed find their way over. Since the occasions are rare, however, please don’t be alarmed.

“As for wolves...”

Well. There had been a wolf here, once. Not that he likes recalling that fact.

“There’s only ever been one, thankfully.”

There is something in the gratitude...laced within it, perhaps? No, no, it sounds too genuine—not that such a thing meant much, but it didn’t feel right. Perhaps it was his expression? How curious, that feeling of something else being at play has begun to creep into Sebastian’s senses again; it hadn’t entirely left to begin with, and to tell the truth it hardly ever did, but occasionally it would lessen. Grow weaker as he grew too focused on another task.

Hm.

“You’re truly far too kind.” He covers his true thoughts with a smile. “We are honoured to be praised so highly; I simply hope we can live up to your expectations.”

They’ve about made their way to the garden, now, so he decides it better to study Daisuke in this new environment. Even something as simple as heading outside could change everything.”

' r-right ! ' even his most intensive , serious form of focus seems childish and immature on the soft and timid features of his face . ' okay ... i understand ! ' a noble meeting other nobles , or even just about anyone --- could he use that to his advantage ?

a steely , undeniable alibi was essential , and having company or a witness would have been even better . wiz , the faithful pet and right-hand familiar of dark himself was readily capable of transforming into even daisuke's own likeness , and it's with this in mind that he feels a little relief --- just maybe he actually could safely get away with this .

the thought's tucked neatly into the back of his mind . for now , the tour and the mansion . ' um , the forest ... yes , that would be good . because , um ... before night and it gets dark , right ? so , everything outside first ! '

first , a safe place to transform , and then a direction of initial approach . if the mansion had a blindspot of any sort , then the niwa would certainly find it . curious and nothing more in this instant , red eyes quietly peek out the nearest window , as if he might be searching for the face of a wolf through the glass . there's nothing there but the butler's impeccable reflection as well as the niwa's own , bright crimson as a fall leaf .

' there aren't any animals ... ? it isn't dangerous ? i've read many fairy tales , and ... um , mmm --- many are in europe , with ... wolves and bears . ' not that he would have expected something as ridiculous and absurd as a bear to stumble across him anywhere near the mansion , but even far from it , it could have potentially been trouble .

as for the rest of the butler's words , was staffing really so scant ? could it have been that everyone else was moved someplace else ? remember , you can never be too careful . they're his grandfather's words , and an echo of old , shameful experiences of failure . regrettable , wince-inducing mistakes the thief wouldn't repeat .

' --- thank you . ' when his irises shift back onto the other , his smile is small but still bright . he doesn't waver , cherub's bliss in fact slowly fast-blooming even wider until he lets out a soft laugh . ' i'm glad . relaxed --- um , no , relieved ? ' it's difficult to express exactly what he's thinking , but he lends his best effort to the endeavor regardless . ' big buildings , when they're quiet or there isn't a lot of people inside of them , can get lonely . but ... ciel's help , everyone around him , the staff ... everyone seems so nice and ready . eager ! '

did it draw out a small prick of guilt from him , who would be ultimately antagonizing them and the things they were meant to protect ? perhaps . and yet , knowing that any close bond and deep loyalty would end up being something that he had to outwit and navigate --- it was exactly the sort of high-tension fire that dark would have loved to put to the test against himself .

in the end , daisuke only nods . ' ... got it . i understand . if i need help , i'll definitely ask ! ' minding the eyes , finding the loosest pair of lips in the manson wouldn't have hurt , either .

[diorsluv]

feather , part 7

“ more than two hours in advance ”

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next chapter notes ) when i tell you i redid the second post FOUR FUCKING TIMES BECAUSE TUMBLR WOULDN’T FUCKING SAVE IT. so i swear if it doesn’t save i’m going to jump out the window (not actually) anyway i hoped you liked it even tho i think the second post was better the first time i wrote it 😭😭

[luvcozy]

Reanimated Madara x Shy!Forest Goddess!Reader

@opheliasadventures1 :- Reanimated Madara with a shy and easily flustered forest goddess reader

A/N :- I gotchu with this one first, headcannons coming later I promise. Just bear with me, it's been a minute since I've written on Tumblr 😂

Warnings :- Flirting, mild language, Madara, gender specific reader (fem)

Word Count :- 1.2k

Life has a funny way of things doesn't it? One second you're living fine, alone, happy, content. The next your falling head over heals for a man that can kill you with one fatal jutsu. After that... You're mourning the loss of that man because of a negative spiral for power and revenge. And then your back to square one for god knows how long. The heart can be something so great and so hurtful in these times.

And much to your own dismay it really is. You lived in near solitude after the death of your late husband, Madara. You were fine with this, you couldn't get hurt if you didn't make any new connections. Plus... It's more painful to watch all that you know change and leave when you're immortal. It was like this for years, but until now you hadn't had a reason to leave your sanction till you heard it.

And not just by someone who just so happened to come across your home, but by the very Senju that killed what was your brother inlaw. Tobirama Senju, an old friend yes, but a sour one at the most. Seeing as he wasn't looking completely together told you enough that he was completely there. One of the Senju brothers needing your help wasn't uncommon from back when they breathed and bled, but this was far different. Being asked to stop your husband who is trying to make the world submit to an eternal genjutsu was something else.

And that's why you're here now...

Currently using your abilities to your advantage on the battlefield. You weren't near Madara yet, but you could tell he was there and what he was doing was sickening. Everyone had a show for it too, Hashirama fighting the Ten-tails, Saratobi and who you now know as the fourth hokage, Minato, fighting the reanimated, you and Tobirama on the other hand, were tracking the slippery Uchiha. A plan set and ready, all you needed to do was distract Madara, now how hard could that be?

"How hard is it to track him if you're able to sense things from the ground and roots?" Tobirama sneered at you while you leapt around the battlefield.

"Easier said than done, the less vegetation the harder it can be. So don't act all high and mighty like you can do it better." You rolled your eyes looking softly at the younger Senju as he sighed looking around.

"Just try and focus, the sooner we can seal him away the better-" just as he finished his sentence he was sent flying by a fireball sent straight for him. "Damn bastard! If you don't watch where you're shooting you'll hurt your own plans Madara!"

You had leapt back a good distance when the fireball had come close, earth and fire don't mix well in your conditions. When you scanned the area of the fireball you spotted the spiky haired Uchiha just as he seemingly teleported right before Tobirama. They both locked their hits stopping one another from bashing the others.

"And what do you know about plans? If I recall, you had almost died from two pathetic idiots all because they ate their way out of the Nine-tails." Madara jerked back against the white haired Senju and both backed away from one another. As he was about to call his susonoo again you had jumped at his side and by a miracle tackled him to the ground.

"You damn Shinobi pest never know when to quit-"

"Finish that sentence and so help me I'll make you remember what being slapped feels like." You looked down at him and his stunned face as he was mid jutsu sign. You grinned softly at him as you straddled his waist. "Hi baby.."

Madara just looked at you as he moved to sit up and slid you down to his lap. He looked down at you, scanning over you slowly as a smile formed on his face and his hands moved to your waist and face.

"So, you really weren't lying about being immortal then huh?"

"Why would I lie about that? We had plenty of moments that showed off the truth of that very question." You scrunched your nose a bit and furrowed your brows. Despite trying to look upset and angry, it was rather difficult when he was caressing one of your cheeks and rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone.

"Because, despite that, it just means I get to experience your eternal beauty~" he winked as he brought you to stand up with him. A heavy blush formed on your face while he began laughing at your reaction, his armour shaking as he did.

"Cheeky move Mada.." you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face away into him whilst he hugged you tight to him.

Silence fell over the two of you while you held one another. Taking in one anothers present, this alone made your grip on him tighten as your eyes began to burn, before long you had a small stream of tears rolling down your face. Madara moved you away, grabbing your chin and making you look up into his shining red eyes of his mangeko sharingan. Before you could say anything he only traced his thumb over your lips, hauling your words in your throat.

"I know, I know, my sweet girl... I know..." He spoke softly as things started to come to a stop around you. You shook your head and pulled him close again as your lips met in a tender and longing kiss.

Your hands made their way to the sides of his face and in his hair. As the kiss broke away you heard someone clear their throat. You both turned to look at Hashirama scratching the back of his neck with an awkward grin, Tobirama next to him looking away as irritated as ever, and Saratobi looking away while shaking his head with a small smirk.

"Glad to see your love is as strong as ever!" Hashirama looked at the two of you and rocked on his heels before Tobirama smacked him over the head.

"How about instead of your nonsense you let them talk." Tobirama glared at him before turning to you and Madara before nodding to you directly. Madara lifted his brow as he glared at the three in front of him before looking back down at you.

"Heh- Mada, I love all that you do and all that you've done...but this isn't part of that. You're hurting what was our home. The place we built back then, look at all of this. I've watched it all change and grow and I ask that you don't destroy it. Madara I want to watch what we did grow till I can't no longer, will you grant me that? Please..?"

Madara looked at you with a panned look till it softened, he wrapped his arm around your waist making you blush. As he leaned down and planted a kiss to your forehead.

"I suppose it isn't very fair to make you watch your- our home crumble, especially with you watching over it my sweet girl." He pressed another soft kiss to your head while he looked at his fellow reanimated Shinobi and back down at you.

"Even if I'm gone, I'll be close to you, I promise."

"I know you will Mada, I never doubted your words, not once." You pulled him into another hug that he returned without hesitation and held each other tightly knowing what was to come.

"I love you, my God of the Uchiha."

"I love you too, my Goddess of the land and earth."

[plantmommoonbaby]

I have covid (rant about that later), and to keep my mind from rotting, I'm rewatching IwtV. So, please enjoy

My Delirious Ramblings about Our Favorite Beautiful Vampire Divorcés (pt 1)

Episode 1:

It feels like it means something that went Lestat does the mind control thing, his victims eyes look like his

Uuugh i saw a tumblr post wondering if the widow du Pointe duLac ever convinced herself Louis pushed Paul so she could believe Paul went to heaven and 😭

That means his mother starts to see him as a monster the literal morning he chooses to become a monster

God, if she never subtle accused him, would he even have agreed to Lestat's offer??

Louis talking over what Lestat said to convince him makes me think all he had to say was that he loved him...

I mean... valid since he just lost his mother's love 💔

Episode 2:

Ummm, Louis, why do you have a painting by your grampa??

Armand isn't even acting in this scene, is he? Boy worships Louis

But, like... how is Armand--sorry, Rashid 🙄 being the only staff member who doesn't mask not a dead give away?

Louis's eyes go green when he has blood lust

Tiny buns 💓

I have a hard time believing Louis diets out of compassion when he'll eat a hogtied endangered species...

God bless Grace du Pointe du Lac

You can say you aren't buying in to the killing, Louis... but your eyes are very green...

Oop, Daniel couldn't stay objective while reliving that little dish... this is when the lines start getting blurry

Episode 3:

It has to be a superiority thing, coz the way he ate that poor kitty was brutal...

Daniel has not kiki'd over exes enough and it shows. Louis reeks of missing his ex. You don't point out how obvious it is until after a few drinks and making sure he can't slide into the DMs first...

Ooooh if looks could kill. Our literal green eyed monster damn near drained Antoinette right there... I guarantee the only reason he didn't is because he thought Lestat was going to drain her later

Checking to make sure Lestat is paying attention before making Jonah think about "them old days" 💀 Louis said "fuck around and find out, Daddy 😘"

Jonah, I know a certain European who is cares a whole lot about who you are looking at, and I'm pretty fucking sure he's not gonna be sensible about it...

Louis, you're not you when you're hungry...

Lestat plays fucked up games, but seeing Louis's green eyes and knowing he isn't stable enough to actually restrain himself and then hurting himself to get them all out is actually pretty respectful of his diet...

Lestat wasn't wrong about Louis being a natural... he's just a natural serial killer, not hunter. He has to want to kill his victim...

Louis kicks in one door, his sister sees him as the devil. He kicks in another and Claudia sees him as an angel 😭😭😭 IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

I think I need a nap...

[manygeese]

Chapter three guys 💅 Leo’s Gay Little Crisis edition!!!

Tag list AND tumblr version under the cut :)

The afternoon sun turned the wheat a pretty shade of amber, warming the air just enough to make for a nice bike ride home.

Luckily, Leo’s bike wasn’t harmed in the crash that morning. Honestly, it was dramatic of him to even call it a crash. He hadn’t even made contact with the other guy. It was more like he had lost momentum trying to not hit the man and forgot he had to keep the front wheel spinning in order to keep going.

It had been a normal day- Tina had finished painting her birdhouse, which looked gorgeous, Dave and Layla had played patty cake instead of doing their projects, and Annabeth had yet again commandeered him after school to help with the theater sets.

Unfortunately, what was supposed to be a normal day was ruined by the urge he had to keep staring at the new farmhand. What did Piper say his name was? Jason? Huh. What a coincidence- didn’t the bike crash guy have the same name?

His bike involuntarily skidded to a halt once he caught a glance of the man walking in the wheat field. The guy- definitely the same Jason from that morning- was blond, wearing a shirt with rolled-up sleeves and jeans, carrying a sheaf of wheat on each shoulder. Even from a distance, Leo could tell the man had muscles, probably good ones. Amazing ones, even. Jason probably could carry Leo if he tried (who was he kidding, Jason wouldn’t even have to try).

Leo’s first thought? Goddamn, he’s hot.

Leo’s second thought? Oh. Oh, shit. Am I gay?

For a good several minutes, Leo was rooted to the pavement, having something of a crisis. All of his past relationships were put in a new, suspiciously homosexual, light.

There was Percy, a friend of Leo’s who lived a few streets over, closer to Town Center. They had been near inseparable in middle school. He recalled all the gym classes he spent fully gawking at Percy, turning various shades of red in the dressing room, pointedly not making eye contact with anyone. He remembered all the times he spent following Percy around Town Center on Fridays, just because Percy wanted to go to the library or get some candy at the gas station. It dawned on Leo that perhaps feeling butterflies whenever his best friend clapped him on the back, ruffled his hair, or hugged him wasn’t entirely straight.

Then there was Reyna, a childhood friend from back before his mom died. She was out in California for university now, though. His mom and Reyna’s had been best friends, which led to many play dates between the two of them. At one point, Leo told his mom that he had a crush on Reyna just to make her happy. At least, he thought it made her happy. He never got to ask.

And Nico- Nico was a biology teacher over at the high school where Leo worked. They were best friends (they ate lunch together). Thing was, Nico was openly gay and in a relationship with Will, who worked at the McLean farm. Before… he had seen Jason in the field, yeah, let’s go with that, Leo supposed he was jealous of the fact that Nico had a relationship in general. But was he jealous of Percy for having Annabeth as a girlfriend? No. Was he jealous of Frank for having Hazel as a fiancée? No. Was he jealous of Nico for having a boyfriend? A voice deep down told him yes, and it was about damn time to admit that.

And, oh, Calypso. Oh, god, Calypso. Leo got nauseous with guilt just at the thought of her.

They’d known each other for a good chunk of their lives, though now she was studying abroad and they didn’t keep in touch. They had gotten together in 7th grade after her father suggested that they’d make a cute couple. Calypso had asked him out to the spring dance, he’d said yes, and the rest was history.

High school came and went, and they’d stayed something resembling strong. They had even lasted until they graduated college, certainly a feat for a first relationship.

Everything had changed when they finished college, though. Calypso’s father perpetually seemed to be asking when they would get married, if Leo was looking at rings yet, if they wanted a spring or fall wedding, things like that. Calypso had always gotten a pained look when it was brought up, masking it with a laugh and a “oh, who knows, he likes to keep me on the edge of my seat”. Leo had just sat there with Calypso’s father’s eyes burning into him and a feeling the man would never be satisfied with the answer.

Ultimately, they had broken up, managing to make it both mutual and the messiest thing ever. The months before the break up had been filled with nights of yelling, accusations of apathy, and building frustration. “We just weren’t right for each other,” they both said to questioning friends, but this… situation made Leo realize just how right that statement was.

With a shudder, Leo wheeled his bike the rest of the way to the farmhouse and walked into the greenhouse where Piper was waiting. There were no thoughts behind his eyes besides one: he’d been lying to everyone. For twenty seven years, he’d been lying to everyone.

Oh, good lord, he’d lied to Calypso. She’d wasted ten years on him. He should have known he didn’t deserve Calypso in the first place. If he had just said no to that stupid invitation to that stupid dance, she’d be happy. She certainly wasn’t happy with him- never was. How could anybody be happy with Leo?

Worse, he had lied to his mother. If she was up in heaven still thinking he had a crush on Reyna, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. Was the smile and “that’s great, mijo” worth leading on a girl for a decade? Even with how stupid he felt, Leo could realize it wasn’t.

Percy still thought they had never been anything but friends. Hell, Leo had thought they had never been anything but friends until ten minutes ago. How the fuck was he gonna tell Percy about this?

Nico, in all honesty, wouldn’t care, but Leo’s mind had worked itself into a panic, so that thought wasn’t doing much good.

Piper shook him out of his trance quite literally. She’d been shaking him for a solid ten seconds before he finally put a hand to where hers was on his shoulder and snapped, “what?”

Piper’s brow furrowed. Leo flinched when he realized how abrasive he’d sounded. Instead of being angry at him, like he thought she would be (which was completely untethered from reality, but he didn’t care about reality right now), her face just softened. “Are you okay, Leo?”

He maintained eye contact, a rare thing. Piper’s eyes were nice to look into. They were just like home. The brown parts of her hazel irises were the exact shade of wheat swaying at night, the pale greens were just like the wallpaper in the farmhouse living room. Piper’s face blurred in front of Leo as tears started to form.

Tell her, he thought. She’s your sister, after all.

She isn’t, he thought. You’re just your mother’s son, not her father’s.

Tell her. When has she ever made you feel inadequate?

Keep quiet. This could be her final straw. She’s sick and tired of your whining, just like how Dad is, just like how Nico is, like Percy, like Annabeth, like Will, like-

“I think I’m gay,” he whispered, tears spilling over onto his cheeks. His thoughts kept yelling in the background. They wouldn’t shut off, no matter how hard he tried to calm down, and soon he was a blubbering mess.

He sobbed louder when Piper got up, even if it was just to turn off the cassette player. She came back with a quilt, probably stored in some cranny he hadn’t even spotted yet, which she draped over his shoulders.

Every time he managed to calm down a bit, he pictured Calypso’s quiet anguish when her father asked those damned questions. The sobs got a little louder after that.

Finally, he sniffled to a stop, partially due to Piper rubbing his back soothingly, partially due to pure exhaustion, physical and emotional. When the silence got too long, Piper asked cautiously, “Do you mind telling me what brought this on?”

Leo took a deep breath, which was ruined halfway through by a series of wet coughs. He rubbed at his eyes. “Jason,” he mumbled.

“Jason,” she repeated, seemingly tossing the idea around in her head. Then she got up, offered him a hand, and pulled him up when he took it. “You’re gonna go back to the house.”

“What? Why do I-” was all he could get out before he was led to the door.

“You need to rest.”

“Uh, I think I can weed the garden, Piper. It’s not like I’m sick or anything.”

“Are you telling me you’re passing up the opportunity to take a nap? Who are you and what have you done to my brother?”

That earned a pathetic chuckle from Leo. He relented, ambling towards the farmhouse porch.

Which is, of course, when no one other than Jason, causer of crises, divisor of doubts, stumbled into his path.

The man was hot, as Leo had noted before. Somehow, it made him even hotter when Leo noticed the sweat glistening on his arms and forehead. His suspicions from before were correct: Jason had amazing muscles. Leo kind of wanted to reach out and caress them, but he kept his head down when Jason approached him to avoid the questions he might ask about the tear stains.

“Leo!” Jason greeted, probably with a stunningly nice smile. “I didn’t know you lived here! Sorry again about the crash this morning.”

Leo made a sound resembling a laugh. “You don’t need to worry about it man. No harm, no foul.”

“That fall didn’t exactly look like ‘no harm’,” Jason argued.

“I’ve taken worse tumbles. One time, I fell out of a treehouse. Ended up breaking a leg.”

Jason’s eyes widened. Leo cursed himself inwardly, Jason was probably going to think he was weird now because he went around leaking his medical history to strangers. But instead, Jason just asked with childlike wonder, “you had a treehouse?”

Leo looked up a little, just to gauge Jason’s reaction. “My friend Percy did. Does, actually. See, there’s this forest behind his mom’s apartment building, and he got his stepdad Paul to help him build it when we were like, 10. Me and Piper basically lived in that thing for a period of two weeks in fifth grade. Best two weeks of my life.” He giggled nervously.

Jason looked stoked. “Damn, I wish I had a treehouse.”

Awkward silence followed.

“Your hair is really pretty. It looks like it’d feel nice,” Jason stated abruptly, starting off again for the greenhouse. Leo stared after him, equally confused as he was totally, undeniably gay.

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[bethanysnow]

Breakeven prt 4

Bang Chan x Plus size Reader!

1.5k FLUFF chan being what the kids say 'delulu'

(A.N: Tumblr ate the first version of this fic so please be kind. I am happy there is a fully formed piece though.)

His heart beat faster in his chest. He didn't know if it was from the impact or the pretty girl in front of him, but he felt the ringing in his ears and blood rush to his cheeks turning them rosey.

Normally, he was at a function for JYP he was Chan! Best leader! Leader and producer of one of the best-selling, most popular boy groups in the 4th gen if ever. He was there to be a show pony. Do tricks. Flirt with women he had no interest in because he knew it did something in the realm of securing his seat at the table. It was safe. He could be charismatic, charming, intoxicatingly so. He saved face for the company, he knew it, and everyone knew it. The friends he had were other idols. Fellow people in the pursuit of this dream, but that were also tied to work. He didn't know the last person he spoke to that wasn't….in some way shape or form tied to his work as an Idol.

He didn't know the last time he just randomly met a girl on the street who he thought was pretty and talked to her just to talk to her.

He didn't know the last time he was just Chris from Australia.

Chan wasn't shy by any means or he didn't think he was. Something in the way the woman across from him looked into his eyes though made him want to hide. He wasn't looking for a girlfriend either. Just work was work, Stay came into his life and it was almost a religious experience. This incomprehensible force was out there, looking out for him, caring about him, wanting the best for him, and all he had to do was be the man he grew into being. That permission of self was a big relief considering his addiction to work. His work as Idol. Korea as a country was dependent on this addiction, for that's what it was. Large parts of the population got a high seeing work be completed, having it also be tied to one's worth, self-preservation. Words were invented to describe the feeling of being so deeply exhausted only for it to be turned into words of praise.

That's what Chan knew and expected. Internalizing from a very young age that unless he was extraordinary, he wasn't anything.

Anything at all.

Maybe she knew who he was.

Maybe she had walls plastered with his face on it.

But in that moment, it didn't matter. Nothing…mattered.

Just her asking him if he was alright and her hand gently placed on top of his. The sounds around him began to go fuzzy with Han rambling and people having dinner.

Her eyes went to Jisung taking in whatever was being spoken, as Chan's eyes sought to memorize the vision before him. She was different. Not different bad, just different. In the world he lived in it was common practice to ‘deal with’ things. Diets, being unhealthily skinny, wanting to ‘fix’ how tall someone’s nose was. Looking at her with soft eyes he took in her appearance. She was a full-figured woman, took up space, commanded a presence. There was some blush to her cheeks, eyeshadow maybe. Simple. Only Chan noticed the details not of what was there, but of what wasn’t. No tape pulling her face back, no line of lace for a wig or caked on foundation shades lighter than her skin naturally was. She just existed. No one in his life knew how to just be. How to exist in their entirety, and yet here she was.

She was so pretty…

That’s all he could think about…she was just so god damn pretty.

“You’re staring- he’s staring. Is he? Are you okay?” Waving her hand in front of his face. He stared at her in a daze. Only for her to break him out of his delusion of what their apartment would look like decorated for the holidays and what would they name their third child. Watching him snap back to reality it left the gritty feeling of anxiety in her mouth, was there something on her face? In her teeth? Did she smell?

When Jisung said the person he wanted her to meet would be worth her while she didn’t think this is what he meant! His fucking leader?! After this encounter she was sure to give him a piece of her mind! What in the twilight zone unreality did she walk into? Chris seeing her apprehension looked to Han who winked at him giving him finger guns only to say something about picking up the dinner. Telling Chan to sit with Y/n.

Y/n…y/n. He chewed on the name in his mouth feeling where his tongue sat and bit his teeth. He had heard names like it before. Normally wouldn’t think twice about it, but seeing the girl the name was attached to made it sparkle. He wanted to say it over and over, it in the second became the sweetest sound he ever heard.

“Is it okay? If I sit here, with you? I can go- “

“No!! Stay!! Its fine- “Her voice was louder than she expected. As if something took possession of the controls in her head to grab his hand only to retract it moments later cringing instantly. Seeking solace in hiding in her purple sweater. That’s when it hit Chan how he knew her really. She was the girl from the street.

This realization caused Chan’s face to turn bright red grabbing at his earring to self-soothe the butterflies that had taken up residency inside his lungs.

“You’re the uh…girl on the street yea? You busk? I mean? I heard you singing earlier-“

Y/ns eyes widened…” Am I that loud?” her mouth tried to form words as embarrassment crept up her collar and onto her face only for Chan to grab her hand. He threw his head back and laughed like somehow, she had made the room feel like fizzy drinks and pop rocks and cotton candy all in one question.

“No! no no no no- you hehehe aren’t that loud. I just keep the window to the studio open sometimes and when I head in, I can hear you. I promise you aren’t that loud hehe” He smiled and it just got bigger and bigger as Y/n threw a hand over her heart and exhaled dramatically.

“Oh, thank god- I would hope someone would have told me by now, but I’m glad I am not taking up the entire street block with my attempt at music.” She giggled. She was giggling. Who was she?? Acting like a schoolgirl on a date. Becoming absolutely beside herself with the affect this man was having on her. Ending up just looking at the table for some illusionary script of what does one say to one of the most attractive people on the planet?

“Oh- don’t say that. You sing quite good if I’m honest.”

Her smile bloomed across her face as did the redness in her cheeks. Bang Christopher Chan was complimenting her singing. What a day this turned out to be?

Chan looked at their hands still oddly touching, he didn’t notice till now that when he grabbed her hand…she didn’t let go. Normally by now there would be some squealing or reaction, but there wasn’t. Not that it was an expectation of course. His mind drifted a little looking at their hands only to be brought back to her eyes on him with a slight tilt of her head.

“You okay though? I mean- You kinda got tabled in the dick so- “Y/n chuckled unable to keep it to herself.

As weird as asking how his dick was, it was the most refreshing conversation and question Chan had experienced in about six months. Not knowing if it was the novelty of finding someone outside of work, or how she was so different than everyone he existed with in his day-to-day life, he wanted to know. To know if it was just infatuation or something else.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I think though Jisung set me up…” The man looked over the dividers to their rapper standing next to the counter talking to a waitress, making sure he wasn’t just straight up abandoned in a restaurant with a girl.

“Oh I am right there with you-“

“You in Seoul long?” Chan asked trying to gauge what he could do.

“I guess? I am visiting a cousin in Busan over a couple months and so I always try and visit Seoul. He works, and I don’t want to just be waiting for him. I’m staying at a capsule hotel hostel thing.”

The gears in his head turned. Looking between the table Jisung, and Y/n. “Are you on whatsapp? Or Kakao Talk? I would love to hear you sing something…and I work in a studio so….” Chan couldn’t handle the tension anymore. He needed an answer like an itch he couldn’t scratch or a song he couldn’t name playing on repeat.

Jisung only then took the moment to barge into their bubble with bags of takeout. “SO- talk about anything fun??~” Han grinned so proud of himself.

“Maybe we did, maybe we didn’t, eh?” Y/n scrunched her nose at the interrupter. “I was just about to give Chan here my number…if he would still accept it~” she smiled at him taking out her phone to hand to him.

…… …………

~~~~ To be continued.

@7ndipity @moonlightndaydreams @queen-in-the-shadows @chansmanda @antoniorhinothethird @hyunsvngs @channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut

[gabessquishytum]

I feel like Tumblr ate this so:

Selkie-ish au. Again lol. I'm hyperfixating on the trope and I'm making it your problem 😌

It's based on Ursula Vernon's the jackalope wives. She's AMAZING I cannot recommend her works enough

On half moons the jackalope wives will take off their skins and dance naked around a fire. To get yourself a jackalope wife, you grab their skin and toss it into the fire. Sounds easy, but no one mentioned the screaming from the pain of having your body and freedom burnt right in front of you. Dream burns off Hob's skin, Corinthian helping hold him down as he trashed around trying to rescue it from the fire, Dream kissing his tears away and cooing at his wails as Hob realizes he can't go home again, he's stuck in the human world forever.

Oh no, poor Hob!

The thing is, Dream has never wanted a traditional relationship... but when he happens to see Hob dancing in the moonlight, he changes his mind on the spot. He has to have Hob as his wife, no matter what happens. It's laughably easy to convince his best friend to help make it happen - Corinthian is always up for this kind of thing. Dream promises that he can even have a turn with Hob if it all goes well.

It's a good thing that Dream did enlist some help, because his new bride does not make things easy. After the initial agony of having his skin burned, Hob is SO angry. He fights like hell, and both Dream and Cori end up covered in scratches and bites. On their first night together Hob straight up tries to murder Dream by smothering him. And he just keeps trying, every single night. Dream kind of grows used to being physically assaulted, and gradually starts using it as an excuse to persuade Hob to use his adrenaline in other ways. The hate sex is so violent, Dream sometimes wakes up with a sprained wrist or even a black eye.

Gods it's so worth it, though. Fucking Hob is like heaven. He's so hot and tight and ridiculously flexible, and he does things that Dream would never have imagined. One night in particular he rides Dream’s face and damn near smothers him again. He looks down and asks Dream if he's happy with his choice of wife? Is he glad that he took Hob so forcefully? Because Hob intends to make Dream’s life as difficult as possible.

And Dream just smirks. He doesn't even care if Hob does finally kill him. It'll be worth it to be able to slide into that beautiful body every night.

[mister-eames]

1/? I was thinking about the whole dreamshare business & how interesting it is cos while you have the likes of Arthur & Cobb who would consider themselves “gentlemen thieves” & believe in things like “honor amongst thieves” etc, obvs not everyone in the industry is gonna be like that. They’re criminals, after all, so you’re gonna have people with a complete lack of morals, people who are power hungry, or jealous of competition or who are simply willing to screw others over for the right price...

2/? So I was like: how do you even navigate an industry like that? ESP when you’re starting off. It's gotta be a whole lot of trial & error when it comes to finding out who's trustworthy, who you’d be willing to work with again & who you’re gonna avoid like the plague. & then I was like how fun would it be if when you didn't know your other teammates well you literally just went by your role. Noone would know the others' names; you'd literally just be The Extractor, The Chemist, The Architect 3/? And then i was thinking the dreamshare business is DEFINITELY a gossipy lot. Because there's gotta be so much secrecy, rumours have gotta run abound (especially if you start making a name for yourself...whether in a good capacity or a bad one.) And then I was like how do I make this about Arthur and Eames? Imagine before you met your Pointman for the first time all you know about them are these rumours you've heard: "A buzzkill," "part ninja", "quiet", "he's like medusa, one look and you're 5/5 walls the other has built around them and form their own opinions... Idk, i just love the idea of them being constantly surprised by one another. And also! Yes! I stan the idea of Arthur as having a great sense of humour too!

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Nonnie, my darling, it appears that tumblr ate the 4th part of your ask :( :( im so sorry about that, and just as I was getting so SO into it too, damn you tumblr!!! I think I can extrapolate a little where you were going with it though <3 --- I am OBSESSED with the idea of dreamsharers being a gossipy, busybody bunch - personal knowledge must be worth a lot, anything from someones real name down to their favourite colour or preferred detergent. And the rumours that must get born and mutated through the proverbial phone tree. Not just from other dreamsharers, but little white lies Arthur and Eames must have told about themselves a) to muddy the waters on any truth about them and b) to weed out who can and who can't be trusted with 'sensitive' information. And the idea that their love story is obtaining pieces and putting each other together like a jigsaw puzzle is beautiful, never having the most complete picture, but delighted by every piece they find.

Also "like Medusa" lmaoooo oh my god I want a fic of Arthurian tall tales

Arthurs having a great sense of humour, no matter how it's written, is my favourite thing. I mean, in canon we only ever get to see him 'at work', right, where it's his job to sort of curate the fun and dose out the reality checks, but even then we sort of see a couple of cracks - the most notable being 'worth a shot' aha. And outside of work? Arthur is a fucking hoot. Under that serious facade is a playful man with a face made for smiling, for silliness. It's what makes him balanced, as a character and I cannot be paid any sum to be convinced otherwise. I think one of my fave illustrations of this, of many, is HGTV verse where Eames legitimately finds Arthur breathtakingly hilarious and no one else in their work life 'gets' why. That's how I think of Arthur and Eames in canon - as having a language of inside jokes and wry, odd, weirdo sense of humour that you have to untangle and decode to begin to 'get', as with any good relationship and/or friendship. "Merry chase" is an old joke, the words so specific I can't help but believe they're born of history and hilarity, recycled between them so often throughout the years it still makes them grin.

[consultingjedi]

okay i have a TON of those fanfic writers asks for you, feel free to break them up/disregard as many as you want if this is too much:

1, 4, 9, 19, 20, 22, 35, 40, 42, 62, 81, 85, and 92

def darling holy fuck i will do my best <3 ask game

do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?

i usually start with... an emotion? i guess? that i'm aiming for. scenes form themselves as i'm writing them but i have a vague end goal. a specific tree in the wilderness, if you will, that i'd like to get to and either chop down or sacrifice a goat to.

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

cries it's. at this point probably the star wars/batman fic of which only a baleful few snippets have seen the light of day. that doc dates back to 2016 it's been 7 years now and i'm still nowhere close to actually. fucking finishing it. it haunts me constantly.

9. in an ideal world where you’re already super successful and published, would you want to see a tv or movie adaptation of your work? why or why not?

see now this presupposes that i would like to be published. if we adapt this to my actual life of being a dabbler of a fic writer on the side, tbh i'd love to see fanart. i would immediately combust.

19. what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?

hmm. on the fic side, Vathara, in large part because i think their writing flows really well. book side, recently i got into the matthew swift series and it helped me figure out how i wanted to format things when someone's going through some mental fuckery, which i've really wanted to do for a while.

20. what is your favorite trope to write?

... well, i had answered the next 4 questions, but tumblr ate them! my writing process will have to remain a mystery for the ages.

85. what would be on a moodboard for your current wip(s)?

i'm so sorry it's another gods damned star wars fusion. red lightsaber against a black background, flickering. a blink, two gold eyes, then two blue. fists, dark skin, wrapped in metal half-gloves, sparking.

the bunk of a ship, corrugated metal walls, sheets rumpled on a bed recently left warm and wanting. stars shining in space, so close and yet unreachable. a dingy back-corner bar booth, three credits left on the table not enough to cover the empty glasses left scattered.

hands in hands on a table, half shadowed, dark skin contrasting pale, both scarred, blood under nails. the engine of a ship thrumming but not fast enough not fast enough. two hooded figures, one much smaller than the other, slumped in that cantina booth, lights flickering, a bar fight just out of view.

92. first, second, or third person?

third third third always third. unless i were writing, gods forbid lmao, homestuck in which case obviously second. or if i'm writing for a book series that's primarily first person, in which case maybe first. ... so, stylistically, i reach for third by default unless there's a reason not to.

whew. that was kinda fun :)

[khodorkovskaya]

23.08.23

aïe aïe aïe i posted a recap of the altin gun concert but the tumblr app just like didn't post it and now it's gone, great!

but anyway, yeah, if it works this time the video will appear here:

so yeah there were soooo many people. here is a pic my parents took and another one from nik's story:

i managed to squeeze myself through the crowd and get to the first row ofc. and i went through so many emotions... when they played this i cried. and at the end i screamed MARRY ME at merve at the top of my lungs, i hope she heard me lol. she's soooo hot oh my...

the only downside is that i didnt see many real fans at the concert. most people just stood there or worse were talking. meanwhile i jumper up and down and danced like crazy and screamed the lyrics in turkish lol. did i annoy a lot of people? probably. but i wasn't just gonna stand there while my favourite band was playing. the emotions i felt you guys...

my oxford bestie and i wanted to go to sarajevo to see lepa brena live at the zetra arena in april but now im scared because i feel like if i see her live i will just die like i will go into cardiac arrest.

so yeah, so many emotions!

other than that panda and i went to this event yesterday and i didn't network with anyone, i just ate. a lot. the buffet was so good you guys. but i legit couldnt move afterwards. it was too much.

and today i was at the library as always and i saw this girl i knew in college. and it like disturbed me idk.

so a bit of a back story, i bumped into another girl i went to college with on the street the other day. and i remember i really wanted to be friends with her but she like never reciprocated and idk why. we would talk at break time, we texted a bit, we went to germany for an exchange together, she came to my house for a party once. like we got along fine and i really wanted to get to know her bc idk she was just cool. but every time id ask her to hang out she'd just say "yeah yeah" and it never went any further. and then i got a bit frustrated and stopped initiating things and she stopped talking to me all together bc it was always me who'd make the first move.

then she stopped going to school and to be frank with you i hadn't noticed. i thought she just missed a couple of classes because we only had one class together that year and i didn't see her much anyway. but then after graduation i bumped into her on the tram and she said that she had fallen ill and had to drop out. and i felt horrible. because i was selfish thinking that she didn't like me, but she was at the hospital and i hadn't even noticed or sent a "how are you" text. i felt super guilty.

and ever since then idk, id always thought about her as like "the one who got away" in a way, you know what i mean? because i feel like we could've been great friends but she didn't like me as much as i liked her and plus she had fallen ill and things happened and i never got the chance to like become her friend. like i remember every time we'd find ourselves like alone at breaktime or on that trip to germany and we'd have these great conversations, but then things would get in the way and it always felt like we never had enough time. at least on my end. idk.

and ive bumped into her on the street god knows how many times. i haven't seen people i was actually close with in college as much as ive seen her! and every time im like "let's get coffee" and she just goes "uh-huh" and that's it. and then i bump into her again and im like god damn it, i missed my chance again! and this has been going on for literal years. things like this really make me think that im autistic

so i bumped into her again this week!

and today i saw her from across the hall talking to another girl from high school! and this is where it gets weird.

so this other girl who was with her, i remember her quite well! we were always partners in chemistry class and we did a project about nitsche for philosophy class and i think we had french together too, did we? and i remember she had a dog and liked anime. and i remembered all those things about her. and i literally haven't thought about her in yearssss! ...and i couldn't remember her name.

i was like shit. okay. chemistry class. nietzsche. dog. anime. what's her name damn it????? i couldn't remember it.

and it made me feel weird. because in order to try and remember her name i started to like dig up all those memories from college. and the more i thought about it the weirder it got. bc on one hand im like huh 2018 wasn't so long ago was it? but then i remember ahhhh chemistry class ahhhh p.e. ahhh being a teenager. it all seems so surreal. and i don't remember any of it clearly. it's all in this like weird fog.

and it sucks because i feel like since i was permanently in this "foggy" state in high school it like stunted my growth. because i missed out on so many normal teenage experiences that i can't catch up on now. like instead of having a normal relationship, i had umm my 30 yr old ex. instead of going to normal teenage parties i went to germany with a 50 year old drug addict. and i was so in my head... like. i really wasn't present. and while everyone else made lifelong friends i was just. not present.

and like it's not a big deal. at least i had the parties and the drugs and the boyfriend, right? i wasn't a loner, i wasn't bullied, i was fine. but it just like... frustrated me. that like. the "girl who got away" got a girlfriend, while i was hanging out with my 30 yr old. and she's in touch with my other former friend from highschool. meanwhile i was too busy to maintain friendships bc i was hanging out with my 30 yr old. it's all very frustrating bc i can't get that time back. i can't catch up on everything ive missed out on. and now im this friendless loser who can't remember anyone's name.

[thelovelybitten]

vera's first time watching south park -- season three (part 3)

aaaa we love it here

EPISODE 15:

all i got to say abt this episode is that the Driedel song slayed, cartman ate w his vocals in his solo song, mr. mackey doesn't miss, shelly's song was also funny BECAUSE TUMBLR WON'T SAVE MY DRAFTS FSDJKDSGBJKDFGKJNB

jesus and santa i can't

THE MAIN FOUR AND WENDY AT THE END SDFNJGJBJHBGSDJB DEAD

THE MAIN FOUR BEING WHOLESOME BEFORE KENNY DIES

wendy disappearing at the end BC WHERE DID SHE GO ????

DREIDEL SONG AT THE END PERIODDDDDDDD

EPISODE 16:

okay FINALLY BACK TO LIVE REACTIONS

i can also sing the whole intro now nice

NEW YEAR'S EVE WOOOOO

uhm what

cartman.

BFFR ????

god he is so fucking dumb

no Y'ALL IT'S BAD

1999, I WAS ALMOST ONE

KENNY :'))))))))

no babe this isn't good kenny baby

okay but kenny being so happy he's bleeding out his ass is so cute i'm grossed out but so happy LMAOOOO

happy kenny is all i will ever want. he is baby. my baby.

ike is 3. maybe 4. kyle. bffr

kyle ditching stan with this lie... ur dumb fr this

stan writing to god JSDKVDJSDB

goddess moon, goddess earthly delight and goddess wind ANFKJNS

talking shit abt the boys... u have my attention.

craig >>>>>>>>>>>>>>clyde ANY DAY OF THE WEEK

KYLE.

"your little gf wendy" i love how they are still dating i'm winning

STAN UR EIGHT DON'T EAT THOSE

HOLY SHIT HE'S GONNA OVERDOSE

HE'S GROWING A BEARD AND HAVING VOICE CRACKS

KENNY. THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED AT HIS DEATH WTF

AYO STAN GOT TIG OL BITTIES

nah bc this is MESSED UP but also if he wanna transition we is gonna LET HIM TRANSITION

voice deepens

oh my precious stanley marsh.... my baby boy.... this is second hand embarassment

EPISODE 17:

OKAY TIKTOK GOT ME ON THIS ONE I'M EXCITED TO SEE THE FULL EPISODE

KENNY FALLING OUT OF HIS CHAIR SDJGBDGBKBSD HE'S SO BABIE

damn mr garrison i'm so sorry

BROWN NOISE

GHFTHDRYTFJGVJ MR MACKEY AND MR HAT FIGHTING ARE U FR I'M CRYINGGGG

no bc FUCK HIM UP MACKEY

"I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS, M'KAY????" I'M DEAD

who ever this nyc kid is better shut they fuckin mouth bc NO ONE DEGRADES MY SON KENNETH MCCORMICK

cartman got prioritahs

oh shit

UHHH WHAT

garrison this is fucked up

mr mackey... NO DON'T ADD FIRE TO THIS I HAD FAITH IN YOU

mr mackey's stan card is revoked until further notice

brown noise ACQUIRED

no fucking way.... this is so fucking awks

jesus CHRIST

NO NOT THE PETER PAN REFERENCE I HAVE PTSD

[lonesilverw0lf]

Like Pyr saving both Knight and Agents? Not realizing Jaune is trying to do his duty? Or during some other fight?

Don’t know if Tumblr ate my ask to @noneatnonedotcom (mostly because I was being lazy and didn’t wanna look for this post) so I’ll surmise it here anyway.

The girls’ relationship with the Knight could start off on the wrong foot. They first meet him right after he gets done with some Grimm so he’s running high on adrenaline and the lingering fear miasma and these girls radiating magic clearly aren’t normal so he fights. They sense Grimm essence on him and assume he’s some kinda monster and fight as well. Being a more skilled, scrappy, and dedicated fighter he gives it a damn good go, but ultimately has to run. The girls take it easy on him because of course they do, their arrogance and ignorance blinds them to their reality and we can’t have Jaune dying yet. The girls ‘win’ because the Knight runs away, but are left feeling like they lost. Jaune lands many hits that are normally decisive, but the power difference is just too great so didn’t do any damage. The girls are shown their over reliance on magic, how unskilled, uncoordinated, undriven, inexperienced, undisciplined they are, the whole enchilada. If it was a real enemy, things would’ve went very badly for them. Somehow they realize he was just some dude under that helmet, not at full strength either, adding to their shame. The whole god hacks vs. git gud scene.

I like the Raid Shadow Legends SunWukong trailer, especially the part where Sun lines up two enemies for a head butt. I know a lot of people love the Elder Scrolls online trailer where the Breton Knight is a beast during the 3on1.

The girls would all have their own thoughts about that night. It could be the first time Pyr has ever been knocked down before, the first taste of loss, making her want to challenge him again. It didn’t hurt, like getting hit with a pillow or those foam wipeout courses, but the shock is still there. Jaune gets a taste on how low in the pyramid he is, reinforcing his drive to get better. Perhaps get more gear or something. Leads to an introduction to Dr Pelodina? As much as I’d like to see Jaune with Kings Haki, I don’t see that happening.

Picturing him finding some form of Dust to slot into his sword to make a Flaming Emperor’s Sword is fun. Dust, is it still an energy source? Or has that gone by the public wayside too? After learning the girls are on humanity’s side he won’t have a problem learning to work with them. Although they can do without those ridiculous outfits in his opinion. That cape and all those frills are going to get caught on something. Calling out your attacks is just stupid too. The girls can make a running Mandalorian/Warlord Shaxx joke about the Knight and “The helmet stays on. Stays. On.”

Since Grimm are a myth to the public, is Aura just as much of one as well? Or perhaps some kinda elite secret, regarded as some archaic practice, some long lost technique? With the Grimm gone I can see most governments minimizing their Aura users to prevent uprisings, local warlords, and such. Aura people tend to be difficult to kill. If it is considered a fairy tale then Jaune has a natural awakening at some point. I was inspired by Luffy’s Gear 5 awakening without the Toon Force powers and Matrix’s Neo Awakening without the green line eyes.

Tyrian is sent out to gauge the girls/aid Cinder in her acquisition of their powers, and decides to pluck a weed -Jaune- before the main event. Jaune fights heroically, but between psycho killer Tyrian and Grimm Jaune is mortally injured. He’s alone, knows he’s dying, but his soul refuses to accept it. That’s when his Aura Awakens. “I didn’t hear no bell!” Jaune knows that he lost and supposed to be dead, so ‘what’s up with this light? Why did the poison stop hurting? How am I standing up, shouldn’t it be impossible with all the blood he’s lost? Whoa, how did I catch that shot spike without looking? When did this Grimm start biting me, I didn’t feel a thing? Ah details.’ The Grimm immediately try to finish him, but are destroyed with minimal effort. Tyrian too gets his ass handed to him when he tries his hand. It’s the first time Tyrian is afraid. He decides he hates this feeling. Between the blood loss, sudden influx of power, and extra Grimm, Jaune is lacking the processing power to kill Tyrian. It finally makes Salem mark him as a problem, where before he was just a nuisance. Not as big as a problem as PRWBY, but a problem nonetheless.

Unlocking vs Awakening are two different things. Unlocking is what we see in canon, easier and safer to do. Awakening is the original way to get your Aura. High risk, uncertain reward, different for each person, but those who Awaked are considered far stronger than those who were Unlocked. They become the Hercules, Achilles, 40K Dante, nigh unstoppable warriors. Scientists have tried to discern what makes the Aura of an Awakened so much more potent than an Unlocked with limited results. Doesn’t help that Awakened types are much more rare.

Some thoughts for some side characters:

Without Grimm there’s no reason for walled cities. Humanity is much more spread out instead of mostly holed up in four cities. The Four Kingdoms are still there, but the walls are relics of a time long passed.

Velvet is the quiet girl that’s Coco’s longtime best friend. Velvet is an aspiring photographer but also an interest of journalism and mystery novels. It starts as a hobby, but becomes an obsession when the Knight enters the scene. She goes full crazy Lois Lane reporter/conspiracy mode when the Knight is brought up. Coco is sorta ok with it, as it gives the normally quiet Velvet a chance to break outta her shell. Surely the Knight is just a rumor and this fad will pass right? An enigmatic hero fighting monsters in the dead of night, what is this some anime? This fascination with the Knight somehow brings her into contact with the Malachites who were saved by him, so some kinda alliance/fan club there?

I can imagine the unintentional insults Velvet slings PRWBYs way if she brings them into her evidence room. “So what’s so special about the magic girls killing these monsters? They have magic, what’s so inspiring there? The Knight is a normal human, risking everything to do the impossible. He’s so much cooler than the magic squad.” Jaune doesn’t notice their bruised egos nor how much incriminating evidence Velvet acquired because he’s passed out in the corner. He’s gotta catch up on his sleep whenever he can, so if he has to do that standing up then by jingo he’s gonna sleep standing up!

CRDL are the jerky yet somewhat popular campus jocks. Their popularity comes from their money and sports but not much else.

Sun and Neptune arrive for a festival and wanna see if the local legends about the Knight are true, Junior Detective style.

Coco is the Queen Bee, but also a bit of a bitch. She doesn’t like Jaune because he’s a bit surly obviously and his attire is atrocious, but also she’s almost always gotten her way, the smarts and drive to match her looks, and surrounded by yes men for so long it feels weird to have some genuine pushback when he’s awake enough to sass back at her. She’s fair bit arrogant, but not as entitled as V1 Weiss was.

What if it’s Jaune’s grandpa instead of his dad who realizes that Jaune isn’t a criminal but a warrior. He sees that look in Jaunes eyes, the way he places his steps, the hardened muscles that aren’t from a gym alone, he’s seen that look in his fellow soldiers back in his youth and not the crooks on the streets. The fight may be different, but that spirit is there.

stupid rwby au idea

set in a world where the Grimm are hidden from the general public five heroes stand to defend them the maidens Pyrrha the fall maiden blake the spring maiden Weiss the winter maiden  yang the summer maiden and ruby the silver-eyed warrior  together these heroines fight to drive the forces of darkness out as magical girls the story would be focused on the character interactions of the girls and would generally have a happy tone to it. ya know your typical magical girl anime while at the same time jaune arc is a teen in the city of vale. his sullen jaded attitude tends to drive others away but his friends ren and Nora still stick by him. a delinquent through and through he spends most of his day sleeping and recovering from the wounds that he no doubt got from fighting at night. the truth is however that jaune isn’t fighting humans, no he fights monsters. armed with only a sword and his wits the boy faces off against creatures of darkness far beyond human capabilities, always just a swing of a sword and a misplaced step away from death. but still, he fights to save others as a knight of house arc jaune’s story is an urban fantasy mixed with horror. he’s a completely average human just trying to survive and protect people. unlike the maidens, he has no powers to heal him so he’s perpetually tired and wounded when he shows up to school giving him something of a reputation. only ren and Nora are willing to actually talk with him. that is until one day he meets a girl by the name of ruby rose. a snap decision from him leads to her befriending him (by force) along with her little gang. now as an even greater threat looms over the city jaune has to juggle his duty as a protector with the expectations of his new friends all while hiding what’s really going on behind the scenes the core of this story is the dramatic shift from the cute girls doing cute things of rwby and Pyrrha’s magical girls story, and the dark terrifying world jaune arc finds himself struggling to survive in as an urban fantasy/horror. with each side hiding the truth of what they are and what they’re doing from the other trying to protect them. some things to note, jaune’s a really great fighter. and if he was fighting anything other than Grimm he’d win hands down. but against superhumans, he’s barely holding his own with his ancestral sword. ruby and the maidens are all superhumans who slaughter Grimm by the hundreds but they’re not very tactical fighters and tend to rely heavily on their powers for everything.  outside of the fantasy, elements jaune has to deal with the negative reputation he has as a delinquent and how that affects his friends. while his friends have to deal with the fact they can tell jaune is not happy with how things are but won’t let them help out of what they assume is stubborn pride and maybe even suicidal depression. the dynamic is jaune tries to pull away to keep his friends safe, his friends forcibly befriend him because they know he’s a good guy who goes out of his way to help them some things i would wanna see is. a story about the girls following jaune around and coming up with all sorts of wild theories about him jaune being weirdly intense about certain things and making references to Grimm the girls have only ever heard about jaune finding out about blake being a catgirl and just shrugging like “it doesn’t matter, not like you guys would let me stop being your friend anyway, you’re still blake” rumors about jaune building a harem because he’s only ever around pretty girls or ren (who’s a very pretty man)  the girls coming up with crazy excuses for why they’re always missing and jaune totally believing them because he’s still jaune and kinda dense feel free to add your own shenanigans to this if you like

[mikalara-dracula]

The Diaboy's reactions to walking in on you singing “WAP” by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion—

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No one asked, but it had to be done. I think we all know where this is going ahaha!

@liannelara-dracula - girl, I died while making this with you xDDD.

Song: "WAP" by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion

Shu:

“Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me. Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me.” You sang.

Was all over it, seeing he had the opportunity to tease you for it.

“Alright, if that’s what you want, lewd woman.” He’d chuckle.

“Shu, get out! And you’re the pervert!”

And after this incident, his teasing became worse.

Reiji:

“If it don't hang, then he can't bang.” You sang.

“If what?” He’d question being confused, leading you to turn around and be beyond flustered.

Not knowing how to explain, you changed the subject. “Don’t worry about it, Rei.”

Laito:

“Make it cream, make me scream. Out in public, make a scene.” You sang.

His prayers have been answered—like for real.

Now, he’s definitely going to want to try new things with you and is going to tease you to no end.

“I’d be more than happy to, baby.” He’d smirk.

Turning around startled, you exclaimed, “Pretend you never heard that!”

Kanato:

“Pu*** A1 just like his credit. He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it. I let him taste it, now he diabetic.” You sang.

He’s honestly so turned on by it, especially because you’re implying to get eaten out.

“That’s better than cake, Y/N. You should offer me some right now.” He’d say, catching you off guard.

“Oh my god!”

Ayato:

“Yeah, you fuckin' with some wet-ass pu***. Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pu***.” You sang.

An amused smirk on his face right now would be an understatement.

Like this mf is never going to let this go.

“Damn, is that the way it is?”

“No! Shut up! It’s just a song!”

Subaru:

“I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage.” You sang.

He’d become the biggest teasing ass there ever was.

This is wayyy too amusing to him.

“I always do.” He’d grin.

“No, you don’t! Get out!” You’d say, pushing him towards the door.

Ruki:

“Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes. Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheatin'. Put him on his knees, give him somethin' to believe in.” You sang.

Is relishing in amusement considering what you’re singing.

“Is that what you imagine?” He’d smirk. “You know I never let you top.”

You turned around, finding him behind you, your face flustered. “How long have you been standing there?!”

Kou:

“This pu*** is wet, come take a dive. Tie me up like I'm surprised. Let's roleplay, I'll wear a disguise.” You’d sing, not paying attention to the idol vampire listening behind you.

“Damn, little maso-kitty. Didn’t know you were into that kinda stuff.” Kou would comment, a smirk on his face, a subtle scoff escaping his lips, finding this amusing.

“Get out!” You’d say, pushing him out of your room.

And as of then, you knew he was never going to let you live it down.

Yuma:

“If he ate my ass, he's a bottom-feeder. Big D stand for big demeanor. I could make ya bust before I ever meet ya.” You sang.

He was listening in for a while until this lyric you sang provoked him.

“If? I will.” He corrected, referring to the first line you sang, making you turn around startled.

“No! I’m not asking you to!”

Azusa:

“Macaroni in a pot, that's some wet-ass pu***.” You sang.

“I like . . . macaroni.” Azusa would interrupt.

Startled, you spun around to see him.

“Azusa! Um . . . yeah, I like macaroni too.” You said, attempting to cover things up.

Good thing he didn’t catch the rest of that line lmao.

Carla:

“Now make it rain if you wanna see some wet-ass pu***.” You sang.

Is honestly confused since he never expected this from you.

“I don’t need the rain to see that.” He’d say.

You turned around, shocked to know he was listening. “Oh my god! When did you get here?!”

Shin:

“Extra large and extra hard. Put this pu*** right in your face. Swipe your nose like a credit card.” You sang.

Tease, tease, tease—like endlessly.

Is getting a kick out of this.

“Hm, shall I do that in my wolf form?” Shin would grin.

Freaking out, you said, “Are you trying to k!ll me?!”

Kino:

“He bought a phone just for pictures of this wet-ass pus***.” You sang.

Like Ayato, he’s smirking like an ass and finds this to be a turn-on.

“How did you know that’s what I bought it for?” Kino would smirk. “I thought it was a secret?”

Turning around, you gasped at his response. “Oh my god! We can’t talk anymore.”

[tomaytow]

ok so i got like a very insane idea some days ago, i was just studying and out of nowhere i'm like "hold on.. How would venti react to a scholar from the academia slaping reader right infront of him" and honestly my mind was blown, like imagine reader just wants to visit the traveler to see how he/she is doing and they end up going in the academia to get books related to machines, khaenri'ah machines specifficaly since nobody studies about them nowadays and like they get a pass from cyno and get allowed to go in, sounds great so far right? not until the reader just looks at some books searching for what she wants and a scholar comes out of nowhere starting a scene and slaping reader right there infront of venti🖐️😭, i finished my thought of this scenerio there because i'm never good at guessing how venti would react to anything honestly💔

oh hello!! you’re the one who replied to my recent post earlier JDHDJ thank the archons you sent me an ask because i can’t reply since it’ll be my main tumblr acct replying to you - this venti blog is just a side acct after all!

ANYWAY i’m answering this around 3am (edit: it’s 10pm because i fell asleep and now i’m editing at this point) so i hope i’m making enough sense but here we go

man honestly it’s so hard to know how venti will react! in my concepts or fics, there’ll be moments where i’m like huh… is this venti at all? and i’m just. so clueless. because even tho i love him sm, i feel like i don’t really know HIM that well—which is very disappointing—even tho i’ve already ate the venti crumbs hoyo had to offer me

also, i just love how a scenario strikes when you’re doing something because that’s me sometimes.

in response to your ask! here’s what i think,

venti, of course, will get very angry at that person because it’s so unnecessary. there’s no need for violence at all! like you’re just there, minding their own business, snoopin’ around the shelves for your research materials and then this person just straight up slaps you on the face??? then proceeds on making a scene??? what the???

this will be even worse if you and venti are together. it’s sweet that he joins you for your book searching in the akademiya even though we know how much he prefers noisy and fun places instead of the tedious and boring ones, but hey. he’s venti. your best boyfriend ever. everything is fun for him when he’s with you.

though, i’m sure venti won’t resort to violence. (as much as i want him to go crazy stupid, i remember that his citizens—his children—have told the traveler that barbatos is a benevolent and gentle god. he won’t harm mortals — maybe. not sure. unless it’s necessary.)

he won’t stoop so low, and if he does attack the person back, well—venti won’t be any different from the assaulter!

there are some holes to your ask, though, because first of all, what is the reason for said assaulter abruptly slapping you on the face? did windblume do something? did you do something? so i’m not sure how this will end.

but what i do know for certain is that again, venti will be very angry. at first, he’ll be stunned, and then he’ll be fuming in the inside because the audacity of this lad / lass to lay a hand on my windblume’s pretty face! and yes, he’ll be showing his real distaste and anger. it’ll be damn evident on his face.

his anger will increase tenfold if he notices that you’re mortified from the events, he’ll step closer to you and perhaps hold your hand for comfort. people are watching and people are whispering. archons, this is humiliating.

venti will probably confront the assaulter, and man, remember this: the anemo archon is downright terrifying if he isn’t smiling. there will be words exchanged in a tense, uncomfy atmosphere—venti will ask the assaulter if there’s anything wrong, and he’ll ask demand the reason for the slap. if it’s not valid, venti’s glare will send shivers down to anyone’s spine. because how can such delicate face be so ominous? if it’s valid—ugh, forget about that.

the rule is: don’t just hurt anybody, and talk it out! violence is still unacceptable to venti!

afterward, i imagine that the assaulter will be taken away by the mahamata for a questioning. then venti will take you to a secluded place and console you. it’s what you deserve!

he’ll sit you down and ask if everything’s okay. if he sees you lowkey traumatized, he’ll instantly shower you with affection and leave kisses on your red cheek. he’ll whisper that it’s all over, and that there is nothing to worry about now that the assaulter is gone.

+ also, venti will prolly have a conversation about this with the lesser lord kusanali later. but for now, his main priority is staying by your side and bring solace to your startled, anxious self.

his poor windblume, who only wants to study… venti will stay by your side for a while, surely.

[licncourt]

What do you think about Nicki? On the one hand I don’t like how he and Louis are often conflated as ‘twins’ (although that’s largely due to AR) since both are uniquely their own person despite their similarities and Lestat definitely having a type. I also believe Lestat genuinely loved Nicki and even though that relationship was probably never one built to last, I also think Lestat never wanted him to die and felt real remorse over it (the trauma of that relationship clearly spilled into his ‘marriage’ with Louis) and would always love him as his first love. It just makes me sad they couldn’t amicably part or have any sort of closure. Sorry I just get sad over Nicki lol

(Okay this is my second time writing this after the hellsite ate it so it's probably not going to be quite as insanely long, but here you go! Maybe that was Tumblr nerfing me for talking too damn much)

God NICKI. I am always crying in the club over Nicki.

First of all, like you said, I absolutely do not see Nicki and Louis as interchangeable. They are both clearly Lestat's infamous Type (sad, rich, intellectual brunette with a drinking problem), but I think Lestat sums up the difference between them pretty well in TVL and IWTV, which I'll get to later.

To start off, Lestat is clearly drawn to men who are a foil to himself, and he seems to seek out partners who will need him (Nicki touches on this a bit when he talks about how much he needs Lestat's "light", his joy and optimism) and I don't think that's a coincidence. Lestat has a deep need to BE needed, and I think Nicki filled that niche for him. He also has what I would diagnose as I Can Fix Him Syndrome and it's terminal, so again, sad, morbid, angry Nicki was the perfect person for baby Lestat to fall for.

Nicki was absolutely Lestat's first love and I think it was mutual too. There are so many heartbreakingly romantic moments between them, and the chapters of TVL with the two of them as mortals is one of my favorite parts of VC. It's so lovely and bittersweet, the perfect portrait of starry-eyed young love. They were both robbed of their innocence by inside and outside forces, and that's heartbreaking to witness as a reader. They deserved better.

I think what was truly devastating for Lestat was not that it ended, but HOW it ended. We can see their relationship beginning to sour even before Magnus, but it's only after that Lestat (and the reader) really gets why. During the turning, Lestat sees the darkness that Nicki had always described to him and finally understands that the problem is not that Nicki doesn't see his own light, but that he doesn't have it. It's not part of his worldview, he doesn't even have a frame of reference for understanding Lestat. They are fundamentally, essentially, different creatures who, for whatever reason, don't have the common ground necessary to support a relationship.

Nicki is propelled through life by the chip on his shoulder. He wants to get back at his family either by being the best violinist to rub it in their face or to crash and burn to give his father the middle finger. It's his bitterness and anger that moves him forward and it's the lens through which he understands the world. At best, he looks for "good art and bad art" and wants to claw his way up out of spite, whereas Lestat measures his own creation not by quantifiable objectives but by how much happiness it brings, the good it does. That illustrates the larger rift between them pretty well, and I don't think they ever had the ability to truly empathize with or relate to each other. There was love there, but that's not enough.

It's not really Nicki's fault for being the way he is, and I don't think he's a bad person. A lot of his behavior and thought patterns just feel like untreated mental illness and that's simply part of what makes him tragic. Maybe in another time, his story would've ended differently and he could've had a life with Lestat. As it was though, love wasn't sufficent to hold them together through that disconnect, especially after the turning. I feel like becoming a vampire makes these characters more of what they are, the good and the bad. Any possible chance Lestat and Nicki had at making it work as humans was destroyed by Magnus.

As you said, so many of the problems Louis and Lestat face in their relationship stem, at least in part, from Nicki. Lestat's controlling behavior feels like a manifestation of his abandonment issues. His desire for Louis to be dependent on him reads like a response to Nicki's rejection of him once he was no longer needed. Even Lestat's aggressive insistence that Louis stop sulking, enjoy vampire life and stop being miserable seem like a desperate attempt to stop history from repeating itself, especially since we know Lestat was very aware of their similarities.

Where I think Louis and Nicki diverge, and what makes Lestat compatible with Louis in a way he wasn't with Nicki, is that worldview I mentioned. I'll refer to this post I made about Louis as an optimist for more of what I think about him specifically, but for now I'll just say that Louis, despite surface similarities, is actually much more similar to Lestat than Nicki when it comes to their outlook on life. In TVL, Lestat describes Louis as having a softness to him, a kind of love for the human experience and a reverence for the world that Nicki lacked. We can see that in Lestat too right from the beginning and it's a huge part of his character, but it runs deeper than just personality. It informs his actions, his beliefs, how he interacts with the world.

It's the same for Louis. All of his sadness and existential angst aside, it's still those same ideas that drive him, the hope for goodness and for happiness in whatever form it takes. Surface personality traits aside, he and Lestat can very much understand each other on that level once they give it a chance. Louis is different from Nicki in the way that really counts, and that softness, that optimism, that Lestat-like worldview, is why Nicki went into the fire within a year or two and Louis survived two centuries without even going underground. It's also why he can understand Lestat and Lestat can understand him in spite of their other differences.

I'm going to put a pin in discussing Nicki's death because I have a whole meta post planned. I'll say for now that I don't think it's suggested in any explicit way in the narrative that he wanted Nicki dead, but I still have some reasons why I think that's a possible reading, at least for Lestat subconsciously. I also totally agree that Lestat loved Nicki and genuinely grieved for him. That was still his first love and the one he thought he'd share his life with, the one who was there for the best and some of the worst times of his life. I think Lestat will always have love for Nicki.

(Not to plug my own shit, but I talk in-depth about literally all of this Nicki stuff as well as Louis and Lestat's personal outlooks on life and philosophy in chapters 8 & 9 respectively of my current fic, so if anyone is interested in that, there you go! 18k of this discussion in prose form.)