#i was going to tag this 'amazing art!!' on instinct

[homoeroticjunoincident]

okay how are we feeling. unsure about this one but hey it's better than the soul one so

did Not handletter this one bc i'm on my computer rn

wow this took. 20 minutes. Cool

[nagaytoe]

ULLAGONE

Solivan Brugmansia X Reader

TWs/tags: Sol x reader, Crowe dies, murder, drugging, grief, mentions of guilt

@5herryx here it is! :D

Disclaimer: This is my first oneshot fully written in english (english isn't my native language) and published, if you guys have any advice feel free to tell me :D

This oneshot was inspired by @kierandayern post ( https://www.tumblr.com/kierandayern/762316734455791616/bad-end-pt1-you-cannot-decide-whether-or-not?source=share / check out their art, its amazing! :3)

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Ullagone

(Noun) [irish] 'a cry of sorrow'

This was not how you expected your evening to go.

Just an hour ago you were eating dinner with your boyfriend, Jericho Ichabod. It was your first date as an official couple and you two decided to do something fancy.

Now his lifeless body is laying at your feet.

As you stare down at it in shock, you remain frozen in fear, not knowing whether running would help you in this situation or not, considering someone with a knife in his hand is blocking your way.

“I can finally have you all to myself…”

You recognize that voice but fail to place it due to the stressful situation you're currently in and the mask he is wearing, covering the lower half of his face. The figure in front of you is tall and clad in all black. The darkness of the alley certainly is no help in distinguishing his features.

The figure steps closer to you and over Crowe's body, like he wasn't a living and breathing human being mere minutes ago, but rather a pile of trash, blocking the attackers' way to you.

You instinctively back away, with each step he takes forward you take one back, leading to you being backed into a corner.

“[____], please, don't be afraid.” He's careful in his approach, almost as if you're a scared bunny he's trying to pick up and comfort. His right hand extends forward in a calming gesture as he keeps it low, his palm facing downwards.

“Stay away!” you croak out and up until now, you didn't even notice the tears streaming down your face. Since when were you crying?

“[____]...” he stops in his tracks, looking at you. What was he thinking about? The easiest way to knock you out? The most gruesome way to kill you? The best way to kidnap you? Now that you think about it, how did he even know your name?

“Why can't you see that I did it for you? That lowly scum… if you knew who his father is…” his voice turns from comforting to aggressive in the blink of an eye. He takes a deep breath before he continues, this time in a softer voice “I'm just trying to protect you…is that so wrong?”

You look up at him, a mix of emotions evident on your face: Sadness, Fear, Anger and now confusion as well. He can't be serious, can he? There's no way he truly thinks that there is nothing wrong with killing innocent people just for the sake of 'protection’ , not that you needed any protection from Crowe to begin with.

“I know you're confused, maybe even scared, but I have my reasons, you know?” he says as he steps closer.

“Don’t come any closer!” You yell and press yourself against the wall behind you in a feeble attempt to create more space between the two of you for the time being, causing him to stop in his tracks.

“Hey…I would never harm you…” The man in front of you almost sounds vulnerable, hurt even. In the back of the alley there is a dimly lit wall lamp, but it provides enough light to enable you to make out some of his features. His vermillion eyes stare intensely at you and long, black hair with green highlights peeks out from underneath his hood and frames his face…

Realization hits you like a train, your knees giving out underneath you as you slouch against the wall, hands moving up to cover your mouth in shock. Even more tears stream down your face now. How is Sol Crowe's murderer? This can't be real, Sol was always so nice and helpful, he would never harm and especially not kill another person without reason.

“Sol?” You sob, hoping immensely he won't feel addressed.

“[____]...” he whispers and hooks a finger under his mask, pulling it down and revealing the rest of his face. Safe to say, this was not the answer you were hoping for. You were hoping that this was someone who looks similar to him or maybe that this all is a bad dream or a really bad joke, but it wasn't. Sol's face looked back at you with his all too familiar warm smile.

You sink to the ground and cover your face with your hands, crying your eyes out.

Sol steps closer and crouches down in front of you.

“Please understand, I didn't do this with the intention of hurting your feelings, it's just…. I couldn't sit around any longer and watch him take what's mine” he gently puts his left hand on the side of your right calf, slowly stroking up and down in a comforting manner, smile still evident on his face.

You pull your legs closer to your chest in a weak attempt to shake him off, but to no avail - his hand keeps its position on your calf.

“Get away from me”, you manage to croak out in between sobs. Sol frowns at that, “I know you're scared but please believe me when I tell you that I would never harm you. Unless, of course, you leave me no other choice” he declares this as if it's the most normal thing in the world one could state, as if it doesn't make you freak out internally, especially since he killed a man mere minutes prior.

“Go away!” You yell at him, but he seems unfazed, “You know i won't do that, pumpkin”

You look at him, not knowing what to do. Your eyes are red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears and lips swollen, but despite the situation you two are in, Sol still looks at you with the same affectionate expression he always has. Up until now, you failed to notice it, maybe it wasn't even there before, but there was something dark, something possessive, gleaming in his eyes while looking at you like that.

You are not sure whether to run away or not, but staying here isn't really an option either. Gathering all your strength and courage you push Sol away with as much force as possible and quickly get up. You attempt to start running but don't get far as Sol twists around to grab your ankle, causing you to fall to the ground. It seems as though Sol wasn't exactly pushed to the ground, but rather caught off-guard and thrown off balance a little, unfortunately for you.

“Where do you think you're going?” He sounds irritated now.

You turn on your side and try kicking him with your other leg, but to no avail. Sol is quick to grab your other leg as well, now holding onto both of your ankles while you awkwardly lay on your side.

“[____]...” he says your name in a growling, almost threatening, way as you look at him with wide, scared eyes. Perhaps you actually are like a bunny in this situation, you sure feel like one at least. A bunny which has been caught in a trap and now has to fight for its life.

Sol pulls you closer to him and starts crawling on top of you, placing one of his legs atop of yours to restrain you from fleeing. You thrash underneath him but it's no use, his weight presses your legs down and he grabs ahold of your wrists, effectively pinning you underneath him.

“Don't make this harder than it has to be, [____]” ,Sol growls out, visibly agitated.

You cry bitterly, overwhelmed with the situation. You must be dreaming, there's no other way, no other explanation. Sol, your best friend Solivan, would never kill another human being.

“Why?” You cry out in between sobs, barely audible.

“Why? You're asking me why I killed that low-life?” he leans in closer, studying your face intently.

“He took something from me. The one good thing in my life was taken from me and claimed by someone else, someone who doesn't deserve an angel such as yourself. Don't worry though, pumpkin, he won't be a bother any longer.”

Sol nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, muttering “Of course, if only you had chosen me over him right from the start it wouldn't have come this far… but it doesn't matter now anyways, it's just the two of us now, my dearest soulmate”

You can't seem to stop crying as you keep shaking your head. He was completely demented, Crowe is – was – an amazing person, a friend who always listened and comforted you whenever you needed it most and a loving boyfriend on top of that. He didn't deserve to die. Was it your fault? If only you hadn't been with him, if it wasn't for you he'd still be alive. Now his parents have to bury their son, his friends have to mourn the loss of their beloved friend, all because you were so utterly selfish. You had noticed Solivans interest in you, but chose to ignore it, you thought you were just imagining it, but it was as clear as day. Crowe was dead because of your negligence.

“Hey, no need to cry… I need you to calm down a little, alright? You're shaken up and freezing cold, we should get you home…”

Sol kisses away the tears running down your cheeks, causing you to move your head to the side. Sol frowns at that, moving both your wrists into his left hand and his right hand rising up to your left cheek, lovingly caressing it.

“Let me go…” you choke out amidst sobs, wiggling in his grasp, though this only causes the grip he has on your wrists to tighten.

“I love you. Do you understand that? I love you and won't ever leave you. I won't let you go, pumpkin, I'm here to protect you.”

Sol removes his hand from your cheek and reaches into his back pocket.

“If you refuse to acknowledge that then I will have to make you understand. But don't worry, we have more than enough time for that.”

He pulls out a small syringe, filled with some liquid. You struggle even more in his grasp, eyes blown wide.

“Sol, no no no, please, please don't do this. You… You're my best friend, please don't hurt me, Sol…” you cry out, scared to death. Will this kill you? At least it would be a painless death and you'd be reunited with your star-crossed lover yet again. Though something inside of you tells you that he won't release you from this situation any time in the near future.

Sol's face softens as he studies your scared face. “Shh, no need to be scared, pumpkin. All this will do is calm you down and make you sleep for some time. Remember, I won't cause you any harm, all you need to do is stay still”

He inserts the needle in the side of your neck and pushes down on the plunger, the contents of the syringe injected into your muscle. You grow dizzy rather quickly, your attempts at fighting growing weaker until they cease altogether and your body grows limp. The last thing you take note of is Sol kissing your forehead and whispering something incoherent before your world fades to black.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

should we talk about the weather

(go check out Kaitlin’s amazing cover art!!!)

rated M // 20,259 words

part of the @118bigbang

And then, in Los Angeles, 2018, Eddie had met Buck. Then, huddled over a man with a bomb in his leg, Eddie had needed gauze and Buck’s hand had moved. Then, in the parking lot bathed in the light of an ambulance on fire, Buck had inhaled and Eddie's lungs expanded. And, well, that was that.

This description felt too long for ao3 but here’s what I pitched to the Big Bang server:

“In a world where certain individuals are capable of sharing their own instincts and feelings — and even occasionally physical strength — with their likewise capable partners, Eddie and Buck, and Hen and Chim are what people sometimes call congeneric minds. It comes in handy in a high stakes profession like firefighting to have two people in such synchronization, able to warn each other of danger without ever having to waste time opening their mouths to speak.

Being so in sync with someone doesn’t necessarily mean smooth sailing communication however. Recently back at work after taking time off post-shooting, Eddie worries about Buck and how he’s been dealing with the events of the last year (last several years, really) but doesn’t know how to bring it up when he himself has always kind of encouraged them to move past life changing events with little discussion. While Hen and Chim are getting along just fine, Chimney and Maddie are dancing around each other and their recent breakup, and Hen feels trapped between disappointing her mother or her wife while being roped into backyard wedding planning.

With danger ever present on the job and turmoil seemingly always bubbling outside it, will everyone find the right words before it’s too late?

AKA what if people could be drift compatible in regular life without giant robots, and they’re all disasters at communicating anyway”

Tag list!

@theotherbuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings @mcityxe @thehyperfixationspeedrunner @dangerpronebuddie @jenniferscraftlife @phdmama @bbbugzzz @leothil @pantsaretherealheroes @giddyupbuck @hobbitnarwhal @kaseysgirl86-blog @thebrofriends @lillathelegend @thewolvesof1998 @devirnis @bigfootsmom @blahblahwoofwoof @lover-of-mine @queerdiazs @eddiebabygirldiaz

[blackjackkent]

banner art by the amazing @eluvisen !

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Open Your Eyes and It Will Blind You - Chapter 6

Pairing: Jaheira/Rasaad Characters: Jaheira, Rasaad, OC Bhaalspawn (Caden), Aerie, Imoen, Minsc Rating: G Warnings: None Descriptors: Angst, Avoidance, Fix-It, Slow Burn, Romantic Tension, Canon-Typical Violence, Fake Character Death, Grief Fic Word Count (Thus Far): 31k Chapter Word Count: 5.8k Setting: Several years after BG2 TOB Summary: Years after the defeat of Irenicus and Melissan, Jaheira and Rasaad are both still haunted by the things they have lost, and neither of them is much good at opening up despite how deeply they’ve come to care for each other. When Rasaad decides he must travel to Calimshan to face up to his brothers in Sun Soul, she and their friends insist on accompanying him, and the two must begin to come to terms with their unacknowledged feelings while uncovering a deep darkness that has infected the place Rasaad once called home. (Chap 6/?) Chapter Summary: Jaheira and her companions break into the Selunite monastery in search of information about Gahan and his Sharran loyalties - and discover far more than they expected. read on ao3 | send me fic requests!

It takes them the better part of the day to track down an entrance to the tunnel system. 

Jaheira remembers Rasaad describing a passageway from the markets, but most of the shopkeepers in the khanduq merely seem baffled by the idea. Others squint as if they expect an amlakkar trap, and say nothing at all. But gold paves many roads, and the combination of Caden's purse and utterly guileless sincerity ultimately gets them what they are looking for, from a young apothecary's apprentice hauling crates off the back of a wagon.

“Sure, I know what ya mean." The girl pauses in her work, her dark eyes sweeping over their odd little group with mild and wary fascination, as if she is examining a bit of unexpected and exotic wildlife. Then she shrugs and hoists herself up to sit on one of the loose crates, rattling the bottles within. "You're talkin' about the tunnels to the harbor. Master Adel uses 'em plenty when he’s shipping in rare herbs; Cal’port’s taxes are murder.”

"That does sound like it might be what we seek," says Caden. His eyes are shadowed from grief and lack of sleep and there’s a touch of stubble on his jaw, giving him a ragged and exhausted look. But with the girl, who can’t be more than fifteen, he is instinctively gentle, his voice soft and his smile good-humored. "Might those tunnels go elsewhere besides the harbor as well?"

She relaxes, drawing herself into a cross-legged position on top of the crate, and returns his smile with a cautious one of her own. "Where ya trying to get, stranger?" she asks. "Most places ‘round here have a plenty good front door."

"Hypothetically speaking... perhaps the door is closed," Caden answers carefully.

"Ah." The girl lifts her eyebrows with a knowing nod. "Amlakkar trouble, eh?” This seems to cheer her up a little; apparently it’s a motivation she can easily fathom. “Well - there's plenty 'a branches off the tunnels, for sure. My master and I don't touch 'em, though."

Jaheira stirs, rousing herself with effort from her own thoughts. "If you can get us into the tunnels," she mutters, "I can find our way from there."

Caden produces a handful of gold from his pouch, offering it to the girl. "You can tell us how to get in, then?"

"Sure. Furthest boat slip west, there's a door marked with blue paint. Anyone asks, tell them Adel sent you." The girl grins, pocketing the coins. "Hope you enjoy the trip. Place stinks something awful," she adds with some relish.

"Stinks?" Aerie asks politely.

The girl laughs. "Well, of course. It’s the sewer route; what else d’you expect?"

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[doggrowth]

fandom asks!

3. a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

7. your favorite tropes to read/write/draw

16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

23. the fandom you're curious about because of a mutual

Hello Caitie! Thank you for sending questions <3

3. I was like a lot of people who didn’t love Jayce. I liked him in the way that I was rooting for him and thought he had a good heart. But his actions in season 1 are meant to be frustrating to watch. And in season 2, his arc is a bit strange to follow and understand (surprisingly I wasn’t too shocked when he killed Viktor). But now I LOVE him. I think he’s great and complex and sweet.

7. For tropes, I mean... you reblogged this earlier and I couldn't say it any better myself:

I gobble up forced proximity/stuck in a closet too. And I'm a sucker for people who give Viktor pets in art or fics. Specifically cats, because obviously, but also reptiles are sooo Viktor coded.

16. So all Arcane characters have these three little spots of white in their eyes - in my limited-to-nonexistent art knowledge, this is reflection of light I think?

I noticed this after intensely staring at @viktors-sternomastoid's gif sets that these white parts in Viktor's eyes "shake" or "tremble" a lot. Like so much. Just go look at their tag for eyes if you wanna see more than the few examples I can cram into this post here.

(please tell me y'all see what I'm talking about - like the white reflection bits in his eyes are shaking, separate from how the rest of his eyes move, right? I'm not insane?)

My instincts tell me that this effect is applied to communicate that a character is emotional. Their eyes welling with tears or whatever. But it happens so much with Viktor, I was thinking like is Viktor just always on the verge of tears? Or is this just a him thing? Does this "shake" happen with all of the characters?

Yes, it does happen with all the characters. Specifically in moments they feel emotional.

Because these gifs aren't focused on just their eyes, it's a teeny bit harder to see it here. But it's definitely there, I think:

I saved these gifs awhile ago but I'm like 99% sure they're from @arcanegifs

So this is something in Arcane's "language" that communicates strong emotions, whether that be the character is crying or amazed or whatever. It happens with all the characters. But not as much as Viktor, I don't think.

What is my point? Idk. Mostly that the animation department is cracked with these tiny details. And I want to appreciate them in their entirety :D But also to talk about how deeply he experiences his emotions. If this is how Arcane communicates sadness, rage, passion, grief, fear, etc. then, to me, that makes scenes where this visual language is used even deeper. It is communicating that he's feeling a lot, even if he's not saying it.

I hope all of that makes sense.

23. Ahhhh I suppose BG3 is in the back of my mind because of @hivemuthur but also there's just SO many Arcane fans that are/were into BG3. Idk if I'll ever check it out tho because I am not a big Gamer. But it looks nerdy and I bet I'd like it!

Thanks again for the ask, Caitie. Sorry it took so long!

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[hudsuns]

✎ rating oc headcanons!

(huge thanks to @yourpenpaldee and @pixies-love-envy for the open tag! check out their posts here & here :D ++ bonus thanks to dee for the template i used, it made everything 10x easier)

RULES: use this headcanon generator to generate some headcanons for your OCs! how accurate are they?

(TAG UNDER THE CUT)

— alex

Alex chews their nails when nervous.

0/10. Alex is more likely to drum his fingers against a table or bounce his leg when nervous. He saw those pictures and videos of the long-term effects of nail-biting and it was enough to scare him into never doing so.

Alex hates being alone.

5/10. Even though he thrives when he's alone, I rated this one a 5/10 because there are times where he can't stand being alone with his thoughts—especially after Wally's passing.

Alex can't handle criticism.

9/10. Alex would tell you that he handles criticism well, but he's so obsessed with proving people wrong that criticism often leads to spiraling.

— bea

Bea is a great artist.

4/10. Bea can make sure her make-up looks good, but that's about it when it comes to art. The kids at the daycare center where she works tease her about her drawing skills, and she can't really sing, dance, or play instruments either. She's more sport-oriented.

Bea instinctively cleans messes in their own house as well as other peoples.

10/10. It took a while for Bea to accept that her home wouldn't be tidy as long as she lived with her overworked and naturally messy father. She's the kind of girl to help your mom with the dishes after dinner, take her shoes off at the door, and make your bed even if she sits on it for five minutes.

Bea cringes at their middle school yearbook photos.

0/10. Bea was homeschooled by her aunt in middle school.

— julia

Julia does intricate and expensive cosplays.

6/10. Julia doesn't cosplay, but she used to take Halloween very seriously before her brother passed away. Intricate? Yes. Expensive? No… her elaborate dance costumes are where the expenses come in.

Julia gets road rage.

0/10. She doesn't drive yet, but Julia accepted that some people are going to be stupid on the road. She's mostly excited for the freedom to go wherever she pleases whenever she pleases.

Julia is a cry baby.

8/10. As a child, Julia was teased for how much she cried in school. She doesn't cry as much in public anymore, but she knows that she needs to cry in order to process difficult moments in her life—thanks therapy! Dance is also a huge outlet for her emotions.

— pj

PJ wears Hello Kitty socks.

10/10. She stole them from Bea… then replaced them so they have matching Hello Kitty socks!

PJ has an incredible short-term memory but an awful long-term memory.

0/10. PJ has amazing short- and long-term memory. She remembers things you forgot about yourself.

PJ doesn't know how to say "no".

1/10. The only person she doesn't know how to say "no" to is Bea. If something comes up that messes up plans they'd already made, she does everything in her power to make it up to her. As for everyone else, "no" is one of her favorite words.

— wally

Wally is a horrible liar.

10/10. Wally didn't lie much because he could never get away with it. There was especially no lying to Julia.

Wally can play the piano.

10/10. And he could play it well! He took piano lessons from age three all the way to the time of his death. He loved to play for Julia's dance company's recitals.

Wally can't spell resturaunt.

0/10. My boy was a 3-time spelling bee champion. He would never let you live it down if you made a typo in a text message. He had to teach Alex how to spell appreciate.

i'll tag: @ibuprofen-exe, @mitchell-nihil, @charlies-storybook + open tag! have fun :D

teenage vows taglist (ask to be added/removed!): @fleurtygurl & @wildswrites

[dol-dolly]

📲☀️ andddd 🍬

📱- How did you encounter DOL?

@wreckowafer ‘s amazing art and blog and pcs and I’m only tagging you so people follow you but hi I love you from afar and you’re the reason I play and my character has backstory and I love her and yeah.

I thought they made up the whole universe and was desperately trying to pick up on the rules and lore for a while 😂

(Yunie would make my pc soooooo uncomfortable btw, no matter how much I personally want to fold Yunie into bite-size and chew her like bubblegum myself ok I’m done thanks bye)

☀️- Favorite scene or events

YOU CAN GIVE EDEN A RADIO AND YOUR PC REALIZES THAT HE’S TRYING TO MAKE YOU HAPPY AND YOU CAN DANCE TOGETHER!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

Also first time you get to go nuzzle Remy’s leg as his favorite cow 🥺🥺🥺

(wreckofwafer if you’re still here hi when I got the Bailey wining the poker game my first thought was how Yunie would have been so happy with the casual way he threatened and then released the pc lol I think about her often when I play the game and then you were like “that was a turning point” and yeah duh I love it)

🍬-something you want to see in an update

It’s unlikely and unrealistic but I want to date Remy so badlyyyy 😭😭😭 but not needing to go to school after you get A+’s without getting in trouble, or being able to graduate eventually? Is that a thing? Or else learn more stuff?

💚- What is their overall relationship with the people in the city? Are they kind and loved by everyone or are they a piece of meat to society?

Ash the Cherished wants to be loved, and therefore wants to be as helpful as possible, even if it gets her in tricky situations. This is often seen as naïveté, but it’s a calculated risk to endear people to her. The general population and the children in the orphanage thinks she’s sweet.

However, she also craves attention and validation so much it drives her to the strip club and brothel often, where she has even less caution and survival instinct. Once she goes Ash the Tarnished and gives up on a romantic first time and auctions off her virginity, she gets a lot more popular in sexual circles than in charitable ones.

And then of course if Remy gets ahold of her…Ash the Breeder doesn’t really care about her reputation much after that. Which is good! Because the reputation is very not good.

Bonus question because I’m gonna ask you:

If your pc had a different stat (like Corruption for Sydney or Jealousy for Kylar) what would it be?

Like for Ash I wanna say Romance but that’s basically just Love. Maybe romance is more about big gestures, and can be gained even if your day to day love is relatively low, which leaves Ash confused and more likely to do things for and to you.

(Brief Ash backstory:

- born outside of city limits

- dropped off by bogus parents at age 7

- remembers there are places different from this one

- constantly daydreams about escaping but knows she doesn’t have the means

- instead focuses on her trauma about being unwanted by playing the field with every love interest and NPC without committing)

[makotokagutsuwuchi]

Hii everyone! This is a sideblog I've made for more personal posts :3 I will probably be the one using it the most, but other alters might appear too occasionally. This is our main account where we post and rb art, and also where we will be following and liking from! Be sure to check it out :3

Personal intro~

I'm a fictive of Makoto Kagutsuchi from Raincode and the current host of the cyanide system!

My pronouns are he/him and I'm transmasc. I'm okay with fem terms tho and I use them for myself a lot lol just no she/her please!!

I'm a puppy therian and owned by my beautiful amazing bf <333 I'm absolutely whipped and you Will hear about it sorry not sorry. I'm also an omega (miscecanis) and have some strong instincts related to it.

Sourcemates feel free to interact I love y'all!!! Same goes for anyone else who wants to be mutuals or friends!

For a more detailed bio, check out my spacehey blog entry where I talk about myself and my identity and stuff :3

Boundaries

DNI if you are:

• A double (no hard feelings!! It just makes me feel Weird)

• A Makoto selfshipper/yume (bf gets jealous sorry!! Feel free to interact with our art blog/main tho!)

• Looking for discourse or to argue or etc.

When interacting with this account;

• Please use tone tags, especially if you're going to be mean as a joke. I don't mind it, but I usually need the clarification!

• Feel free to talk abt source, but please keep in mind that it is all very real to me!

• Feel free to treat me as ur blorbo lol but don't be romantic towards me or the bf will come for ur ass <3

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Other relevant info

• We are autistic, brazillian and an adult.

• I'm a bit anxious about interacting first so please do so I'm begging you /lh

• Cyan can be used as a common name for all of us!

• my therian identity overlaps a Lot with my gender identity, sexuality, and how I express both of these things.

• I am also a hypersexual alter and might talk/rb sexual or suggestive stuff a lot. This includes some "weird" and/or violent kinks. If this bothers you, block the #hornyposting tag. -> update: I'm now too shy to post this stuff here most of the time. I made a new side blog for it.

I guess this is it for today!! This post will probably be updated over time, and this blog is still under construction so uh don't judge the appearance too much for now lol. Bye!! I look forward to interacting more with everyone!

[amberstormblade]

Part two of the Viking Piglin AU is here!! If the formatting is off, I apologize! I’m doing this on mobile in my work parking lot. Also, I’m pretending the second level of Grady’s tavern has bedrooms in it because I don’t actually know what’s there so it would make sense.

One last thing! Probably! If you haven’t already, go check out @arckiaym ‘s really cool art that they’ve made based on the concept of this AU! It’s super cool and amazing and I wish to absorb their talent because it’s just that great!

(Hope it’s okay that I tagged you arck, I can probably untag you if you want)

Part One

Legundo had never realized how small Viking was before. He was alway moving around, phasing through things, almost like he was incapable of standing still. But now, as he sat there, shaking in his arms, it was painfully obvious. His jacket hung so loosely off his frame that he was practically drowning in it. The blood that was dripping from his mouth and the pain and confusion painting his eyes didn’t help either.

Speaking of the blood, Joy came over with a damp cloth and started to wipe it away, being extra careful next to the new tusks that were poking from his mouth. They were so short still, it reminded him of the members of his bastion that were fresh from training. While they were technically adults, they were all still so young. Looking at Viking now, he’d fit right in with them. He could see his new tail twitching behind him, as he and Joy now worked together to try and clean his face off. It was obvious that he didn’t have full control over it and that it was bothering him a great deal.

Exhaustion rolled off of Viking in waves. It was clear that the transformation had taken a great deal of energy out of him and that if he wasn’t moved soon, Legundo would become his personal pillow. Viking looked lost in thought in spite of this. He hadn’t spoken much after the initial reveal of his coming back to life, most likely due to the shock of the situation.

“You could set him in my bed for now.” Joy suggested. “Unless you think it would be okay to use the waystones with him. Not quite sure how teleporting would affect the newly revived though.”

Viking jumped at the sudden noise, almost as if he had forgotten that he wasn’t alone. He was quick to cut off any response Legundo had, however. “I’ll be alright. I can just,” He grunts as he shifts to stand, it’s a slightly different noise than what he would have made before and he can’t hold back a flinch. “I can make my way back to my place and then just-” He’s cut off as his legs collapse under him, Joy and Legundo being the only things stopping him from bashing his head on the floor. They gently lower him back down so he can catch his breath.

“Yeah, no offense bud, but I know I’m not letting you out of my sight for a while. Joy probably isn’t either.” She nods in agreement. “You just went through something extremely traumatic to say the least and you’re probably going to need some help. Who knows what’s going to be different now!” Legundo shifted a bit, trying to keep a good grip on Viking. It was a little difficult with the height difference but he and Joy were making it work for now.

“What other differences could there possibly be?” Viking asked, sounding at least slightly in denial of this whole situation. “I mean, I’m fleshy again, sure. That’s going to make it a little more difficult to get in and out of my house but I’ll get by. The tail, also a difference but it’s literally attached to me so I figure I’ll-” As Viking started to ramble, Legs slipped a gold ingot out of his inventory and held it in his face. The younger instantly quieted, all interest now focused on the gold. His pupils dilated until his eyes were practically black and he started making little rumbling sounds. Legundo then put the ingot back in his inventory and Viking seemed to snap back to reality.

“Well you definitely have some new instincts to deal with!” Legundo said with a bit of a chuckle. After a second however, he grimaced slightly, almost speaking to himself. “I’m going to need to teach you about those, aren’t I?”

“Where’d the shiny go?!” Viking was almost distressed, still teetering on the edge of his sudden fixation. “Why did that happen? Why would gold of all things make me do, um, do whatever the heck that was!”

“I’ll explain it to you, don’t worry. Just need to think of a good way to do it.” Legs sighed. He then helped Viking stand again, making sure to go slow just in case.

The small group made their way over to the waystone while Joy and Legundo explained that the transformation seemed to have given him some piglin instincts as well as the obvious physical features. Legs had decided that the best thing for right now would be bringing him to spawn so he could rest until the meet up that was happening that evening. Then they would bring up this development with everyone else and figure out where to go from there. Joy decided to stay back for now as she wanted to start researching into what had happened further and make sure that Viking would be okay. It was only after they had arrived at spawn that Viking noticed something else.

“The sun!” He stared at the sky in awe, almost as if seeing it for the first time. “It-it feels… It feels amazing!”

“Oh yeah, it kind of just hurt you before, didn’t it?” asked Legs, who was still supporting most of his weight. “Not catching on fire must feel nice, huh?”

Viking let out a hum, eyes closed and seemingly soaking up the warmth that he had been missing out on for a long time. He seemed to sag into Legundo as exhaustion threatened to drag him down once more, only to jolt back awake as a strange rumbling sound seemed to come from him. Legs sighed and scooped him up so they could travel faster, deciding to explain yet another new trait along the way.

“Us piglins are capable of making a wide array of noises. That rumbling is something similar to a cat purring, it can mean different things depending on the situation. Sometimes it’s used to help calm others or you make it when you’re calm or content. Sometimes it’ll happen if piglin feel sick but that’s mostly in younger ones. Although, I’m not sure how that would work with you, considering the circumstances.” Viking was doing his best to listen but all he could manage was a small grunt to acknowledge that he’d even heard anything. “Don’t suppose you’re awake enough to point me to your place, are you?” When Viking didn’t respond Legundo just sighed. “All the action today really tired you out, huh. Guess we’ll see if there’s space for you to rest in the tavern, I’m sure Grady won’t mind.”

[infernal-matriarch]

💖 I can't guarantee it will be perfectly coherent.

You know how much I love my job. So you must know how serious is when I say I hate that it saps my physical, mental energy to write or just chat with you. I constantly feel guilty about it at the back of my mind, gnawing like I'm abandoning my best friend (I feel the same towards my chosen sister), not being there for your plots, muses, dynamics.

I can't just single out one character because you deliver beyond expectations with everyone, canon or your creation. I think I've said I will always prefer your Beelzebub design and it will always be the canon for me; but as it turns out my memory isn't what it used to be so better make sure. Also I have a terrific fear of bees, wasps, looking at them makes me viscerally uncomfortable. Don't tag anything & I mean it. Your art FAILED to evoke the almost instinctive recoil, furthermore, I enjoyed looking at it, the details and then making literal bee themed dividers.

You don't shy away from darker topics, which is a delight since many fear backlash when they shouldn't be. I'm sure everyone once has read very fucked up fanfiction in secret. You handle these topics with grace, care, fair warnings and thankfully, with amazing partners you trust to not twist the control & the narrative into something you're uncomfortable with. Leviathan with Velvette reminds me so much of Raia, the calculated cruelty and the vicious glee in the pleasure of psychological and physical torture. (They are ought to meet someday. Nothing good will come out of that.)

You don't give a fuck about canon, only when it benefits the plot you're going for & honestly amen my sister in Satan. Such a gust of fresh wind along with taking no shit when people try to force 'bUT it'S CaNOn' bullshit as means to dictate how you write. I'm so proud of you.

Your original characters are well thought out, researched (although I REMEMBER once we talked about not looking up name meanings and I was just a little horrified😂), developed, never flat or one dimensional. They fit into the world perfectly, like they are meant to be there in the OG media. I will never forget the Sakuya-Rozy poison betrayal (nor Masana, seriously I miss her), the plot where it was Charlie who condemned her to be the Infernal General. And of course Gabriel. Oh, Gabriel who is forever bound to be traumatized whenever she hears Véghváry. Gabriel, who ended up irreversibly changed not by just one but two of them. Those arcs were pure perfection.

Then you gave me Erebus. I never thought Cindy will ever get to be in a healthy relationship with anyone. But this is something special, so pure yet fragile -as we've planned :,)- and its perfect. For more than 5 years the top ship was the OG Enemies to Lovers with Pitch written spxcemuses (Love you too Space if you're reading this!!!), now it is a definite tie between them and Erebus while I was huffing and puffing that soft ships aren't my forte nor my favorite. Congratulations on proving me dead wrong and making my first creation happy beyond words.

Now I'm asking in public:

Will you make shared OC universes with me without giving a shit about canon? 💍

First off, don't feel sorry, hon! Like I kept saying, I'm so happy you found a little community at your job and I'll always be here ^^

The older I get, the less of a fuck I give about what other people think. I, will, of course, tag what I can but I'll write and explore whatever dark topics I damn well please, because life is too short to live in constant fear of being judged.

But yeees. Erebus x Cindy is one of my all time favorite ships I've written here because of just how perfect they are for each other and how much we've built with them. They are and will always be very special to me.

GAAAASP. Jasmine! This is so sudden...but yes! I will gladly make shared OC universes with you <3

[que-serra-serra]

[Serennedy] Animal Instincts

Happy spooky season! 🎃 This fic was shamelessly inspired by @kaychen666's Serennedy vampire/werewolf roommate AU. Kay, I hope you like this, your art is an absolute blessing to the fandom ❤️ Rated Explicit | 3.1k words | ao3 link (look here for tags & warnings!)

"Harder! Mierda, do you think I'm made of glass!?"

"No," Leon said evenly. "I think you're made of skin and fur and two centuries of bad decisions."

Luis snarled and thrashed on the bed, but was held firmly in place by Leon's hands pinning his wrists and Leon's hips steadily pounding him into the mattress.

Because even though Luis was a powerful werewolf, he had nothing on the raw strength of a vampire.

"Calm down, you overgrown puppy," Leon chastised.

"Fuck you!" Luis spat. "I'm not your puppy, and you're nothing but a glorified mosquito!"

Leon just rolled his eyes and kept thrusting.

This was how they spent every full moon. Luis was normally very in control of his baser instincts, resembling more a particularly flirty golden retriever than a bloodthirsty wolf. But on the night of full moons, it was a completely different story: Luis became antsy, irritable, and unable to settle down before he'd worked off the energy by hours and hours of either fighting or fucking.

Fortunately, Leon could provide both.

"You can't even fuck me properly!" Luis, apparently, disagreed. "All those muscles just for show, you useless—ah!" 

His sentence cut into a groan as Leon snapped his hips up hard enough to jostle Luis on the bed, his whole body shaking with the intensity of it.

"What was that?" Leon asked smugly, picking up a rough pace of slamming in and out of Luis' now-pliant body. "Cat got your tongue, mutt?"

"Nngh," Luis commented. His head was thrown back against the sheets, eyes closed and his mouth parted enough that his canines peeked out.

Leon mentally translated that to, "Yes, fuck me, right there."

So Leon allowed himself to let loose. He used more of his strength, groaning at the feeling of Luis still so hot and tight around him as he fucked in deeper and harder than before.

"Sí, sí, más duro…!" Luis babbled, clawing at the sheets and clenching around Leon.

Luis' cock was so hard it looked almost painful, bobbing in time with Leon's brutal thrusts and leaking pre-come down the shaft. It would be so easy for Leon to get a hand between them and jerk him to completion, but that wasn't what Luis had asked for.

With a grunt, Leon threw one of Luis' legs up on his shoulder and braced his hands more firmly on the bed, never faltering from his rough pace. The new angle and added leverage made Luis sob from pleasure, and a stream of Spanish expletives and endearments alike fell from his lips as Leon kept going, nailing Luis' prostate over and over until—

Luis jolted and came with a scream, his back arching and his cock shooting untouched into the air. Leon's sheets ripped under his claws but Leon didn't care, too busy watching Luis come undone and feeling his body squeezing tightly around his cock.

Leon rode it out with him, slowly fucking him through the aftershocks and then stilling completely when Luis whined from overstimulation.

Luis took a shuddering breath and sank back down against the sheets. His stomach was covered in his own spend—this was already the third time he'd come tonight—and by all accounts, he should be more than sated.

But Leon could read the signs. Though Luis was unusually quiet, his hands stayed gripping the sheets and a quiet growl escaped between his clenched teeth.

Luis wasn't done yet, and fortunately, neither was Leon.

Leon lowered Luis' leg back down but stayed inside him, then experimentally pulled out and slowly thrust back in. Luis hissed, the feeling probably uncomfortable so soon after coming, but he still bucked up to meet Leon's hips.

Taking that as the permission that it was, Leon quickly worked back up into a steady rhythm, quietly amazed at how much Luis' body could handle. Every slide of Leon's cock into his well-used hole seemed to gradually ease the tension in Luis' body, until his dick was back to full hardness and his quiet growls sounded more like pleased moans.

"There you go," Leon praised. Luis' breath hitched and his ear twitched in interest, so he lowered his voice and murmured, "That's a good boy."

"¡Joder!" Luis protested, even as his face went ruddy and his dick jumped from the praise. "Stop acting like I'm a pet dog!"

"If you're not, why does your tail always wag when I call you a good boy?"

Luis went still, and Leon knew he could hear the rhythmic thump-thump of his tail hitting the mattress even over the harsh slap of skin against skin. Half of Luis' tail remained squished between his back and the bed, but the visible part was very enthusiastically showing Leon how much he enjoyed this.

And then Luis glared at Leon and the wagging stopped, but it was a moot point now; Luis could control his tail if he wanted to, but most of the time it was an unconscious action, like breathing.

"Next time, I'll get someone else to fuck me," Luis groused.

Leon chuckled and reached for Luis' cock. "No, you won't."

"Mierda," Luis cursed, bucking up into Leon's hand. "Make me come again and I'll consider it."

It was an empty threat. Their arrangement just worked too well to jeopardize: Luis needed someone who could hold him down all night during full moons, fucking and arguing until he was finally tired out, while Leon required a willing partner to essentially be his personal blood bank. Conveniently, vampires had more than enough strength and stamina to deal with the full moon frenzy, and werewolves just so happened to have enhanced healing that allowed them quickly bounce back after, say, a vampire feeding from them.

Of course, vampires and werewolves were supposed to hate each other. But Leon and Luis had both been shunned by their own kind—ostracized for wanting to coexist with humans and not hunt them for sport—and though they got on each other's nerves like nothing else, living with Luis was one of the best decisions Leon had ever made. They balanced each other out, fought well together, and Luis was the only person Leon had ever truly considered an equal.

Someone more sentimental might have said it was simply meant to be.

"Leon…" Luis groaned. His claws dug into Leon's back and made him hiss: Leon wasn't pinning his wrists anymore and Luis had apparently taken that as an invitation to maul him.

"Yeah?" Leon asked, ignoring the sharp sting of the scratches. His body would heal them in no time, and he knew Luis needed this.

"Good," Luis simply murmured. "It's good. Don't stop."

"I won't. I've got you," Leon promised.

He squeezed Luis' cock on the downstroke and Luis moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he went pliant under Leon's touch.

It never failed to amaze Leon how fully Luis trusted him. No matter how much they fought or how many insults they threw at each other, somehow they'd always find their way back here: Luis fully handing himself over for Leon to take him apart and put him back together.

"Luis," Leon murmured, thumbing the head of Luis' cock and moaning when it made Luis clench tighter around him. "You feel so good."

Luis whined and threw his head back, exposing the smooth column of his throat, and…

Leon felt the familiar instinct to feed.

Rationally, Leon knew he didn't need to drink yet. He'd done so not even three days ago, and he could easily go a week without. But it was almost a Pavlovian response: each time Leon fed from Luis, it would inevitably end in sex, because Luis was a crazy bastard and actually enjoyed getting brutally bitten and having the blood sucked out of him.

Last time, Leon had bitten and fed from the soft skin of his inner thigh, and Luis had gone lightheaded as all the remaining blood in his body seemingly went to his cock. Once Leon was done feeding and Luis was begging to come, Leon hadn't even bothered wiping his mouth before wrapping his bloody lips around Luis' cock and teasing the tip with his fangs, and Luis had spent himself right then and there.

Leon's mouth watered at the memory. He kept staring at Luis' exposed neck and shoulder; he could see the sweat on the skin, could hear Luis' heart beating frantically in his chest, could imagine exactly how he'd taste…

"Leon?" Luis' uncharacteristically quiet voice snapped him out of it.

Leon met Luis' eyes and saw the red from his own reflected in them. His eyes were glowing bright red with bloodlust and he only now realized his fangs had extended of their own accord, resting heavy against his bottom lip.

Anyone in Luis' position would have been paralyzed from fear, seeing the most dangerous predator on the planet about to attack them. But Luis simply held Leon's gaze and lifted his hand to gently cradle Leon's jaw. 

"Mi príncipe," Luis murmured. "What do you need?"

You, Leon wanted to say. Just you. Always.

Leon swallowed; his throat was so dry, and he wanted…

"I just," Leon rasped, eyes locked on Luis' shoulder. "I know it's only been a few days, but—please, can I…?"

"Of course, corazon." Luis smiled and tilted his head to the side, giving Leon better access. "Bon appetit."

Leon's instincts didn't care about the joke or the pet name: they only cared about being granted permission.

Moving faster than any other creature could, Leon surged down and bit into Luis' shoulder.

Blood roared in Leon's ears and endorphins surged through his entire system. He'd meant to only puncture the skin with his two largest fangs, but as soon as the first flood of Luis' blood hit his tongue, Leon was helpless to do anything but let out an animalistic growl and dig in with all of his teeth in a savage bite.

He distantly registered that Luis was screaming himself hoarse, his claws digging into Leon's scalp and back. His body clenched around Leon's cock and a spurt of warmth landed on Leon's stomach as he came.

Leon groaned long and loud, rocking into Luis' body while his fangs siphoned even more of Luis' delicious blood onto his tongue. He always tasted like smoke and the sun, like laughter and home—

Leon's thrusts stuttered as he abruptly came too, burying himself deep inside Luis and filling him with his release. For a second, it felt like he was flying, high on the euphoria of claiming Luis in the two most carnal ways possible.

Mine, Leon's entire body sang. He's mine.

It took a while for both the bloodlust to fade and Leon's erection to go down, but eventually, Leon pulled off Luis' shoulder with a gasp. He was shaking—both of them were. Luis was whining softly and cradling the back of Leon's head, holding him close while Leon fed from him.

He always trusted Leon not to take too much. Because in the five hundred years Leon had been alive, Luis was the only one who wasn't afraid of him.

Leon's chest clenched and his cock pulsed with the last aftershocks, making him moan and bury his face against Luis' throat.

"Fuck, Luis," Leon murmured against Luis' skin, then lapped up the blood dripping from the wound on his shoulder. "Such a good fucking boy."

A choked whimper escaped Luis' lips and his still-soft dick managed a weak spurt, trapped between their bodies as Leon's words milked one last orgasm out of him.

Leon pushed up onto his forearms and simply watched him with a perverted sense of satisfaction. Luis had an arm thrown over his eyes and was taking shallow breaths, his skin shiny with cooling sweat and Leon's bite bright red like a brand on his skin. 

He looked exhausted. Sated, but tired, and overwhelmed, and…

"Beautiful," Leon whispered.

Luis laughed hoarsely. "Oye, stop teasing. It's your fault I look like shit."

Leon felt his pale cheeks flame hot with warmth. He really hadn't meant to say that out loud, so he opened his mouth to apologize…

And Luis promptly cupped his head and pulled him down into a kiss instead.

Leon's breath stuttered as Luis' mouth moved sloppily against his own. They didn't usually do this: it felt more intimate than their no-strings sex warranted, and Leon was always afraid of accidentally hurting Luis with his fangs.

But Luis didn't seem to care. He eagerly licked into Leon's mouth, groaning as he tasted his own blood and teased at Leon's fangs with his tongue.

So Leon let himself indulge. He pressed close and kissed Luis hard and messy, smearing red over both of their lips. Luis shuddered and tightened his fingers in Leon's hair, canines playfully nipping Leon's bottom lip before Leon's tongue bullied its way into his mouth and made him moan.

Leon reluctantly pulled away after only a few moments, leaving Luis flushed and panting to catch his breath—and thoroughly testing Leon's self-control to not just pin him against the bed and kiss him for hours.

Luis laughed breathlessly. "Dios mío, who taught you to kiss?"

A drop of blood slid down Luis' chin and Leon licked it up with the flat of his tongue, ending with a peck on Luis' lips. "You did."

"Mmh, I am a very good teacher," Luis said smugly, then shoved Leon's shoulder. "Now move, you giant bat, you're crushing me."

Leon huffed and got off Luis, rolling over onto his back. "Still think the muscles are just for show?"

"A little." Luis winked, then groaned, "Ugh, I need to sleep. For a week, preferably."

Luis turned onto his side and immediately scooted close to Leon. Because vampires always ran cold, and with both the full moon frenzy and vigorous sex, Luis was a furnace. Being close to Leon simply helped him cool off.

Leon knew it didn't mean anything, but he still enjoyed the cuddling.

Luis pressed up against Leon's side, then yawned before tucking his head in the crook of Leon's neck and shoulder. He was sweaty and covered in come and his lips were still smeared with blood, but Leon didn't care. Luis was usually meticulous in his grooming, so it was nice to see him disheveled for a change.

Feeling particularly fond, Leon reached over to pet Luis' sex-mussed hair. Luis didn't say anything, but he tilted his head to give better access, then sighed quietly when Leon scratched behind one of his ears. Leon smiled to himself as he heard the soft swoosh of Luis' tail wagging across the sheets.

Part of Leon wished this didn't have to end—that Luis would call him pet names outside of sex and crawl into his bed for cuddles even on the nights that didn't involve the full moon or Leon feeding from him. That every night, Leon would get to kiss him and hold him and pet his ears even if they bickered until one of them fell asleep.

Because Leon loved this stupid mutt. But werewolves mated for life, and he wasn't about to insert himself where he didn't belong. 

He'd wait for Luis as long as he had to. And since they were both immortal, that could be quite some time, but Leon didn't mind.

Luis abruptly stirred against him, and Leon gave him more space as he tiredly lifted his head, eyes still half-lidded from exhaustion. The sun was already starting to rise outside and a sliver of light painted Luis' skin a warm gold.

But then Luis visibly sniffed the air, and poetic sunrises were the last thing on Leon's mind.

Leon quickly pushed himself up. "What is it!?" he demanded, already reaching for the bedside table for a weapon.

Though Leon's senses were enhanced compared to a human's, they had nothing on a werewolf's. It definitely wouldn't be the first time Luis had sensed hunters coming for them, smelling the silver bullets and wooden stakes long before Leon did.

In this state, Luis was temporarily weakened and wouldn't be able to fend for himself. But Leon felt stronger than ever after such a good feed, and he'd do anything to protect Luis; if a hunter so much as stepped foot in the building, he'd rip their head off with his bare hands and—

"The downstairs neighbor is eating bacon," Luis concluded.

Leon groaned and lied back down. "And that's relevant how?" he asked.

Luis' head flopped back down with a huff. "Because I'm hungry."

"Really? I'm not."

"Because you just ate from me, idiota!" Luis snapped, then settled and groused, "I want a steak. Rare."

Leon sighed but obediently got out of bed; it would be good for Luis to eat, especially since Leon fed from him so soon. "Fine."

"And a glass of wine," Luis added.

Leon didn't need to ask what kind—they both only drank red.

"Alright," Leon said.

"The good wine."

At that, Leon bristled: he knew exactly which wine Luis meant. And Luis knew perfectly well that Leon had aged that bottle for well over a hundred years.

"No!" Leon snapped, turning to glare at him. "Bad dog."

As soon as the words left Leon's mouth, he regretted them. Luis' entire face fell and his ears drooped miserably, his tail curling protectively around himself like Leon had physically struck him.

"Bad?" Luis asked, his bottom lip trembling. His expression was full of betrayal and he looked like he was about to cry, his eyes shimmering wetly as he whimpered, "I was bad?"

Leon's cold, dead heart clenched painfully at the display.

"No," Leon said, "no, you're not bad. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Luis sniffled. "Really?"

"Really," Leon said. "I'll go get your food and the wine—it's about time I opened that bottle anyway."

God, he'd do anything to not make Luis cry. The stupid wine wasn't worth seeing him so miserable over.

"Okay," Luis said. He was still pouting, but at least he didn't look on the verge of tears anymore.

"Just sit tight, I'll be right back," Leon promised, shutting the bedroom door.

It didn't even take enhanced hearing to hear Luis start snickering as soon as the door closed, and Leon belatedly realized that he'd been played.

Nonetheless, he headed for the kitchen with only a slightly irritated sigh. It was his own fault for falling for the same damn trick for probably the hundredth time.

Because even though vampires were widely regarded as both the most powerful and intelligent creatures in existence, they all had a weakness. For some, it was sunlight, or crucifixes, or the classic wooden stakes.

But for Leon, it would always be Luis and his puppy eyes.

[hesterias]

hello lovely 😘 4, 5, and 13 for the arctic monkeys asks! 💞

Thank you so much for creating this and sending asks.

4. which member of the band would you like to spend an afternoon with, and why? how would you spend your time?

my first instinct is to say alex, because i'd love to pick his brain creatively and see what he enjoys doing on a normal day, see his habits. most likely go to the cinema or an art exhibit or a show or just have a nice day in the park followed by some pints at a pub. i think we both have an introverted extrovert thing going on, where we can talk to anyone but actively choose not to. BUT i think i'd most likely vibe best with matt, he seems so fun. we'd probably go to the beach (i live in CA), or stroll the city and take photographs/talk photography and people-watch. he seems hilarious. so either one of those choices would be good. matt would be a fun hang, alex would be an artsy, intellectual hang.

5. which album means the most to you?

definitely tbh+c. before the release of TC, i wasn't a big monkeys fan. not that i didn't like them, i just knew the AM hits and that's it, never investigating further. @reconciledviolence729 got me into the fandom and her favorite album was tbhc and she bought me the vinyl for my birthday last year. such a great, unexpected gift and i listened to it often. i even spent an evening listening to it with my dad while we drank wine and just.... listened to it. it was amazing, such a great experience, so yeah, tbhc is a special (and pretty perfect) album for me.

13. what are some of your favourite lyrics alex has written?

haha can i quote all of tbh+c? (seriously, all of tbhc) as you can probably guess by my blog (and the little nod to it in ASA) i love

i've been on a bender back to that prophetic esplanade, where i ponder all the questions, but just manage to miss the mark (such an introspective line)

My mistakes were made for you / And in the back room of a bad dream she came / And whisked me away

With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

Yesterday's still leaking through the roof That's nothing new

I'd throw the rose tint back on the exploded view Darling, if I were you And how's that insatiable appetite?

There's all those places we used to go And I suspect you already know But that place on memory lane you like still looks the same But something about it's changed

You pushed my faith near being lost But we'll stick to the guns Don't care if it's marketing suicide We won't crack or compromise Your derisory divides Will never unhinge us

But seriously. All of TBHC is gold. Tagging @mrsnarl and @m0nkfys because they asked these too 🫶🏼

[steviewashere]

Let's have a quick little conversation, Stranger Things fandom. This is a conversation for everybody, including those who create the amazing things we pass around our table of stories like bowls of mashed potatoes.

A lot of you guys are fucking mean. And I'm not talking regular mean. I'm talking a rotting, moldy, dilapidating, squelching sort of mean. I should know, I've given way too many speeches about this kind of shit. So, you're gonna listen good.

The new trend I'm seeing is bullying the bodacious babes within our community, and I won't fucking stand for it. I've had my fair share of bullying, both as the victim and as a bystander, and it's exhausting to have it spread into such a tight-knit space like this.

Let me reintroduce you to some wonderful technology on here, you hateful pieces of shit (no, I'm not talking about the people who are actually nice, but please continue to read this). (And, I'm not gonna be nice to people who are blowing up babe's Tumblr inboxes and anon messages and Twitter replies and AO3 comments. Or people sending death threats and threats of sexual violence. Because you don't deserve kindness. Not anymore.)

There's a "close tab" button located conveniently below your address bar. There's also a little bar on the side of your screen that lets you scroll all willy-nilly away from things you don't like. AND there's a "block" button! Oh, let's not forget the "mute tag" button! (Explosion sound effects here.) Isn't that crazy?! You can block anybody you want. You can scroll away. You can close out of a fic you're reading or a fanart you're viewing.

Isn't that wonderful? Because then, you don't ever have to see it again.

Fandom is a space for everybody, no matter what someone enjoys. Even if it's dead dove fics or unconventional kinks or relationship dynamics that may come off as "abusive" or "toxic".

If topics that are considered unsightly to you really bother the fuck outta your soul, then just ignore 'em. Ignore them. Leave them alone. Art, no matter the form, has always been made to make a statement; art is meant to be uncomfortable sometimes; art comforts those who may have gone through the same or similar experience.

Not everything is for you. That's what's so wonderful about tag filtering and muting tags and blocking users and content. That's what's so wonderful about the internet. You can get away from things that would otherwise be triggering for you.

You don't have to read everything. Or view everything. Or like everything.

Somebody else will like that piece of art, guaranteed.

And to artists, whether you're a writer or a painter or a scrapbooker or whatever you do that pleases your senses, continue to create. Continue to create because you do enjoy it, even if sometimes it seems that nobody does. Take breaks as needed. Walk away if you have to. That's alright. Taking care of yourself is so important and nobody is allowed to tell you otherwise. But at the end of the day, you are the poet and the artist and the muser. You are the creator.

The first person you should create for, because all fan work is self-indulgent on some level, is yourself. Always create for you. Create because it's something primal. Because it's an instinct.

Not everything is beautiful. But art can be beautiful. You make it beautiful. Your minds are beautiful. Everybody is gorgeous.

Fandom is like a museum, babes. Sometimes, the creator is going to be walking the same room as you, viewing their paintings sidelong. Keep your voices down, move on if you don't like the painting they made, and find something you do like. You're allowed to do that.

But by the gods, be thoughtful, be kind, and remember that the creator is always standing behind you in the art hall. And they're sharing their craft with you. And they don't have to. And sometimes they don't want to. But they do it anyway. Because it's important to create and tell their story and reflect on what is otherwise something shitty.

Telling stories is part of human nature. We've been doing it for centuries. It's in our blood. Don't be the reason somebody's blood turns cold or their pens fall dried or their mouths clink shut. Art is an objectively subjective form of culture, it changes from where you're going to where you've been and it's always changing and not every aspect is for you.

You do it for you, though. At the end of the day, your art should matter because it's an appendage of you. You're wonderful, you're beautiful, you're talented, and you're worthy of what you do. Because you're doing it. At the end of the day, you're doing it. That's something that matters.

But what matters most?

You do. You're the heart of everything you do. You're part of the thousands of arteries in the community we've built, you are the vessel carrying life in this community. And damnit, what a good job you do. You matter. At the end of the day, you will always matter.

Always. You will always matter.

[unohanabbygirl]

I’ve been following along with your HIPS x FMN posts and I’m totally invested. Could you give us more angsty headcanons?

I’d be more than happy too. Ngl, I’ve been thinking about this AU for a while now so I have quite a few.

First off, getting into Osferth’s headspace is important because the plot revolves around his existence just as much as it does Luke’s past life and former trauma’s. Being a child born of r*pe isn’t an easy plight to come to terms with and creates insecurities regarding self-worth as well as your place in the world. Knowing that the worst thing that’s ever happened to your mother is what led to you being born is traumatic within itself. It’s something that never leaves your head, always there to remind you that you shouldn’t exist, that you ruined the possibility of your mother having a great life and doing amazing things. Luke could’ve been someone history regarded as one of the best Lords Driftmark had ever seen, but because of him Luke is no more than a victim whose been the subject of perverse and degrading art for centuries.

The constant reminders hurt, especially living in modern day. He’s still very young so being such a big (and slightly controversial) topic in history gets to him easily. He’s been forced to listen to strangers good and bad opinions regarding his mother and the choices he made. Judging what Luke should’ve done differently or how he fucked up by doing x,y,z despite the fact that he was no more than a scared kid himself. Osferth has always been a kind, understanding boy so it drives him up the wall that people can’t find it in themselves to see that his mother isn’t a topic to fuel their debates but a human being. Its a lesson to him that teaches him not everyone is capable of empathy or can put themselves in someone else’s shoes like he can.

Egg gathering evidence for months to reveal to the family that Aemond has a twisted fixation with graphic paintings depicting Luke’s assault hits Osferth hard. Though everyone did their best to make sure we wasn’t subjected to every piece of evidence available he still decided to do his own research after listening in while hiding at the top of the staircase. It leads him to googling the museum and taking some time to scroll through their website where he finds an entire category dedicated to art with Luke as the subject amongst other popular historical figures. The first page is tame and even leads him to shedding a few tears. Filled with beautiful pieces of paintings and sculptures alike that depict he and his mother as holy figures. Mostly of him as a newborn in Luke’s arms.

Sadly, the next click is where things start to get darker. Osferth doesn’t even make it to the bottom of the second page when he exits out and deletes his history without a second thought because there’s a chilling look of fear in Luke’s eyes as he tries to push a lust ridden Aemond off of him. Some are from as early as the late 12th century with price tags that go upwards of hundreds of millions. Little descriptions going on about the complex beauty of pain, forbidden lust and tear jerking push and pull between primal instinct and basic morality.

He doesn’t talk to anyone for a few days after that. Makes it a point to block Helaena’s phone number too after the bs she spouted in her brother’s defense. She never tries to contact him anyway, not after the absolute disaster she made of his 12th birthday party after showing up uninvited with Maelor and the twins.

One of Osferth’s most difficult struggles regards his looks which is understandable. He’s a carbon copy of Aemond and there’s not much he can do about it. He’s come to Rhaenyra about it quite often, voiced his own issues with how he looks as well as asking if she resents him for it. Ofc she tells him no, gives him a big and and assures that she could never see Aemond she looks at him. Same as his own mother did after he learned the truth.

Unsurprisingly, this doesn’t help much.

Soon enough Osferth goes down the rabbit hole of cosmetic procedures to change his most striking features. He’s still a young teenager (I picture somewhere around 13) so it’s not as though he can go under the knife, but this doesn’t stop him from becoming borderline obsessed with changing his looks via surgery once he’s of age. Perhaps a nose job or chin shaving, maybe both along with some filler to make his face less angular. Round out the harsh edges that he’s come to resent.

In conclusion our baby is struggling 😔

[myalchod]

20 questions for fic writers

Stole this from @backjustforberena because procrastination tastes delicious and also I love a good excuse to babble. Not tagging anyone else, but if you want to steal it and tag me in your replies, I'd love to read your thoughts in turn.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

110 currently.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

249,772. Which is a whole heck of a lot more than I ever thought I'd write. (70k of those were in the last year, which is pretty amazing for me when I think about it.)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

At present, primarily Fate the Winx Saga, with a side of House of the Dragon on occasion. I tend to be a serially monogamous fangirl, but right now that seems to have an Eve Best asterisk. A number of others previously, most recently BBC's Musketeers.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Never and Always (Musketeers, post-S2 Milathos-centric canon-divergence AU, also the longest thing I've written for posting ... or possibly ever?)

A Pear and an Apple (X-Men comicverse, Kitty Pryde, for Jewish Comics Day)

Lessons (Musketeers prompt fic that just kept going; me writing completely against type except insofar as I am a people pleaser)

instinctively (FtWS, Silrah kink meme fill for a sex pollen prompt)

Show Me (Musketeers, Milathos sparring plus baby's first proper smut)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! I'm consistently pretty far behind, but I like to try to show appreciation for the people who take the time to comment. (Whether I do or not, commenters are a gift and I love you all.)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh dear god. Considering my predilections, I'm not even sure what would win -- considering I've used the angst tag 26 times, there are definitely a few contenders (and in hindsight, there's things without that tag which could count). I think I'd probably put it as a toss-up between let's pretend i'm a man (because in my head it does not end well) and that thunder in your lungs (despite the tag I wrote later). (Despite the death count, I would not give it to who shall i say is calling?, mostly because canon?)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably gonna give that to the fading year. Is this in large part because of @anne-in-dreamland's ridiculously soft and gorgeous art for that last scene? Entirely possible. 💙

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Rarely. I feel like I write niche enough fandoms that it's not commonplace, at least. The occasional ones I've gotten have felt more bewildered than really hateful. (Hate commenting is bad, people. Do something better with your time.)

9. Do you write smut?

I didn't for the longest time, but was convinced to try in my last fandom and found I actually enjoy the challenge -- though I have to be in the right frame of mind and it has to fit what I'm writing. There's a puzzle to both the headspaces and the words, and I like trying to figure that out.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Also rarely. I have a couple that made it to AO3, and both were with the Sandman comics, which lend themselves well to that.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, which hopefully means never.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not that I'm aware of -- I don't mind the idea but find the idea of it being done without explicit permission to be unaccptable. (I've had one fic podficced, which was such a flattering request.)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Only one, for the March Madness challenge on the Winxsource server ... and I don't know if I'd call that co-writing given the blind activity and the crack. The two collaborations I have posted were for RBB, with some wonderful artist partners.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I refuse to choose. All of my idiot children are precious emotinally-constipated morons.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oof. The easy answer would be Between Midnight and Dawn; the framework is all sketched out, but thanks to the circumstances I hit such egregious writer's block on it that I don't think I'll ever be able to go back and finish it. This makes me sad, because I've got some parts of future scenes written out that I love, and I very much liked the concept and that (entirely unplanned) AU and how it took on a life of its own, and the fandom was so lovely and supportive, but ... alas, no. On an unposted front, I'm beginning to realise I will probably never actually write the House of the Dragon AU where Rhaenys and Meleys limp home after Rook's Rest and everything changes as a result. Intentions good, but the distractions are infinite, and right now they show no sign of flagging.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think that I handle emotional beats and introspection fairly well, and I enjoy playing with word choice and sentence structure -- which people respond to positively, so let's go with that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action, my behated. Extended dialogue, my equally behated. Plot, my kryptonite. And yet. (If you know, you know.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Depends on the length of it, whether translation is necessary (or the requisite understanding can be inferred), and how it fits. It has its place, but it has to be handled carefully or it can really be unpleasantly jarring.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek (TNG, mostly). In pencil, on notebook paper, starting in my preteen years, and lost to the ages ... which is probably for the best.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Once again, I refuse to choose, because I'm certain that once I do I'll think of another one I love. Each and every thing I've written has had a purpose: to get something out of my brain, to explore an idea, to push myself to grow as a writer ... As long as I got something out of it, and hopefully someone (or someones, even better!) enjoyed it, that's good enough for me.

[thornofshadows]

I Made A Friend Today

For @patchwork-parsley

Freshman orientation is just a universal right of passage for new students. Upperclassmen wearing name tags get to skip a class or two to show a new student around. Legosi student stood there, zoning out a bit when they sound of a woman impatiently clearing her throat brought him back to reality.

“Oh uh, hi." Legosi waved, nervously.

“Hey.” Y/N waved back. A counselor introduced the pair so Legosi could show them around. “I hate this…being in a new place…” they thought. “But….he seems nice at least.” The tigress counselor started speaking again, “Show them around Legosi, the common area, basement and biology rooms, cafeteria, and dorms then back to the auditorium. Ok?” The two students nodded.

Legosi nods, "Alright. This is the cafeteria," he looks around, showing them where everything is, "...And this is the common area," he gestures to a group of tables, "And these are the dorms which are over here," he leads them to the doors of the dorms. “It's actually pretty nice here...” they think.

"The dorms are split into two sections. The first floor belongs to the carnivore students and the second floor belongs to the herbivore students. You can tell the difference when you're in either section." Legosi explains, "The only time the two sections meet is here in the cafeteria."

Legosi looks back to the person he is showing around.

“So, uh, where are you from?" He says.

“Kobe.” Y/N smiled.

“Hmm. You just moved?”

“Yeah, new town new me!” Y/N sighed. “So what do you do for fun around here, Legosi?” They looked up at him. He thought for a moment.

"I guess I don't really do much. I've just been keeping to myself. I do like reading." Legosi responds, "That's pretty much it." He sighed.

“You need to get out more! Now that I go here we can hang out when you’re not busy!…if you want that is.” Y/N scratched their neck nervously. Friend-making is hard when you’re both awkward.

Legosi thinks for a minute and his eyes light up, "Wait, you mean like, as friends? We could hang out?" He looks happy.

“Yes! I got to say, being in a new place surrounded by new people is hard. But…you seem easy to talk to.” Y/N blushed hoping they weren’t being too pushy.

“I guess having a friend wouldn't be too bad.”Legosi nods, "Well, I would like that." He starts to blush. "Uhm, I've got to show you the basement for biology hour and the auditorium now." Legosi says, trying to act normal.

“What’s in the basement?” Y/N asks, curiously.

"Oh, it's not super interesting. There's just a bunch of exercise equipment, a weightroom, and an art room. And we have special rooms where each species get to exercise their basic instincts with other members of their species.” Legosi explained. Y/ N seemed to consider.

“Art you an artist, Legosi?”

"Oh, um, a little bit, yeah..." Legosi answers, looking a little embarrassed. "I can't say I'm very good though. Maybe if you wanted we could go down to the art room and you could see some of my sketches."

“I’d love that!” Y/N beamed.

"Great." Legosi smiles, "Let's go." They head downstairs to the art room.

"So, this is the art room," Legosi says, pointing to a table and chairs, as well as a shelf of art utensils, "And this is my favorite part." He leads them over to a wall with a bunch of art pieces on it. "These are all my drawings." He points out some of his favorite drawings that he worked on. He notices Y/N looking at him a lot. Enthusiasm is infectious.

“This is amazing! It’s like you can take a picture in your head and draw it better. I really like that!” Y/N observed all of them closely. Seeing something they enjoyed put them more at ease. “Besides art, are you in any other clubs?” They asked.

"Oh, thank you. I've been working on improving my art, I always loved drawing." Legosi's eyes light up when Y/N compliments him. "I'm also in the drama club." He answers with a smile.

He looks at Y/N, who has a warm smile. “Tell me about drama club! I was a theatre kid in elementary school.”

"Oh, uh, well it's a lot of fun. We act out a lot of different plays and also make up our own." Legosi smiles, he thinks about some of his favorite memories in the drama club. He also notices that Y/N has taken a big interest in him, which he likes. "Actually there's going to be a play soon. I was talking to Louis about it earlier, he's also in drama."

"...Oh, sorry, I just realize I'm probably talking your ear off, I do that a lot..." He laughs nervously. *I think I'm probably making an idiot of myself.*

“No! It’s okay, I think this is the best conversation I’ve had since moving here. I haven’t been very social. I’m kind of quiet otherwise…” they looked to the floor shyly. He hummed. “Yeah…I get that. This is actually a lot more than I usually talk to people... I don't really know what to talk about with people." Legosi laughs self-consciously. "It's probably more the fact that you actually seem interested in talking to me that's making me talk more. I usually don't like talking that much." He smiles, "I guess you actually seem like a cool person."

"Uhm. Yeah, you seem pretty cool too," Legosi nods, "Well, now we just have to get back to the auditorium." Legosi starts to leave. "Hey, I should give you my phone number." He looks to Y/N, "That way we can maybe hang out after school or something."

“I’d like that very much, Legosi!” Y/N gave him their phone. It was awesome being able to make a friend on the first day.

“Yes! My first friend!” Y/N takes down his information and sends them a message with a joke. "Awesome. I have your number now, I guess I'll text you." Legosi considers something for a minute. "Do you want to check out the last part of the school? The gardening club is pretty nice."

“Yeah! Let’s go!”