#ive never had anyone do this for me before

[xxcallmemaryxx]

*gasping for breath*

my liege! a- a letter!! from,, the village!

*cautiously, u take the note, opening it slowly*

scrawled in a hurried hand are two words that chill u to the bone: vampire vessel

u know what u must do

👀🙏

So this is the coolest way anyone has ever requested something and it literally tore me right out of writers block. So thank you!!

Vampire Vessel under the cut ~

Vampire Vessel who spent weeks watching you. Always in the shadows. Always hidden. Always just out of sight. It was a life he was accustomed to. Always getting so close yet never being allowed contact. Ever. He’d been around long enough to know that his safety, and his family’s safety, prioritises all else. No matter how deeply he feels, or how long he’s dreamed of something, if it impacts his safety he can kiss it goodbye. He still remembers the way ii looked at him when he realised where Vessel was going the first time.

“Leave it alone.”

“… leave what alone?”

“You know what, Vessel. We are safe here.”

“I just want to see.”

“… Do not be seen.”

Vessel knows ii has a weak spot for him, he takes advantage of it, but the way ii looked at Vessel before he slipped out the door was pleading. He can’t help his curiosity, he’s been alive for so long that new people tend to make him careless. He was honest when he said all he wanted was to see you. Just a look. To see what you were like. What colour your eyes were. If you had anyone with you. It’s not every day someone new moves into these woods. It’s quite rare. He likes to know things. To know what’s going on outside the manor. To know if he and the guys needed to be more careful than they already were. And truly, that was his intention the first time he came to visit you.

He can’t say the same now. He’d be lying.

It’s been a month. And he never stopped coming to see you.

It’s been a very long time since Vessel has been genuinely interested in someone new. He’s never known his teeth to ache like the way they do when he watches you. He’s never known his throat to close up like the way it does every time you unknowingly meet his eyes in the dark through your kitchen window. He’s never known the urge to run away from a human who wasn’t actively hunting him like the way he feels with you. Because your presence within these woods makes Vessel feel like he is being hunted. And what terrifies him more is that despite that, he can’t stay away from you. He wishes no harm upon you. He wishes no trouble upon you.

But he yearns.

He wants to feel your human skin under his frozen fingertips. He wants to hear your heart race every time he looks at you. He wants to feel the way your breath stops every time he gets close. He sits by your home for hours just watching you live. Watching you exist. He’s beyond fascinated. He’s forgotten a lot about human behaviour, but he’s just obsessed with the way you choose to be. Every time he spends the night with you, he occupies a sturdy tree branch just far enough away to be shrouded by shadows, but close enough for him to still see and hear you.

ii has tried to steer his obvious desire towards something safer. Thinking maybe he’s just hungry and is getting restless. He forces Vessel on hunts with him or sends iii out to mess around with him for a bit, to blow off some steam or get whatever it is out of his system. But every other night the manor is void of Vessel. No matter how recently he’s eaten, or how much like his normal self iii and iv can pull out of him again, he always ends up back up in that tree with his eyes glued to your every move.

Vessel can never just leave it alone. Despite iis warning.

Because long after you’d gone to bed, Vessel couldn’t bare to part with you. He sat up in his tree, with a lap full of sticks and twine he’d made himself. And for hours he worked his long practiced skills and crafted a small gift for you. A dream catcher, in the shape of a heart. It was small, but beautifully put together. He debated leaving it for you the whole time he was making it. Weighing up if it was worth the hell he’d have to pay should any of the guys find out. But as the sun started to peak over the horizon he didn’t think twice. Jumping down from his tree, he hung it off your front door handle and took off back to the safety of the manor.

He tells himself that he technically did keep his word to ii. He hasn’t been seen.

But if ii finds out what he did this morning, Vessel knows ii would find a way to give him human life again just to kill Vessel again himself.

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Thank you reading!!

I hope I did this ask justice but just know this isn’t the last of vampire vessel. He will be back.

[meadowfics]

divine intervention

hwang in ho / young-il / the frontman x f!reader

what are the odds that you would leave the games alive?

warnings: mentions of death, r getting shot

you never expected to find love in a place like this. the games weren’t meant for connections, for soft moments in the middle of a massacre.

yet, somehow, young-il changed that.

at first, you stuck with him because it felt right. he was on the father-figure side to everyone else, and the others underestimated him. however, you saw the sharp glint in his eye, the way he understood things before anyone else. it fascinated you.

001's presence soothed you in a way you couldn’t explain, and you found yourself lingering by his side more often than not.

he noticed.

"you are kind," he told you once, after you helped him after the six legged game.

"kindness is rare in a place like this."

it became natural. the conversations, the stolen smiles, the way he would offer you advice that always seemed to help. you started to care.

too much.

however, the rebellion happened and everything burned. people were slaughtered.

young-il…

he never came back.

you waited. you searched. when gi-hun stumbled out of the chaos, battered and broken but alive, young-il wasn’t with him.

he wasn’t anywhere.

you felt it, the sharp ache of loss before anyone even confirmed it. jun-hee noticed. she was the only one who truly understood what young-il meant to you.

she didn’t say anything, just held your hand while you cried, your tears soaking into the cold floor of the dormitory.

things only got worse.

the next game was the monkey bars. you should have made it. you were quick, agile, but your foot slipped. a mistake.

a gunshot rang out.

pain.

you hit the ground hard, the sharp burn in your leg making your vision blur. the last thing you saw was a guard looming over you, the black triangle on his mask tilting as they observed you.

then, everything went dark.

you expected death, everything went black.

instead, you woke up somewhere else.

the air was different. clean. your skin didn’t feel sticky with sweat and grime. your leg didn’t throb as much as it should have.

blinking, you looked down at yourself... a light blue nightgown, iv drip, bandages wrapped neatly around your leg.

someone had taken care of you.

suddenly, the door creaked open and your heart slammed against your ribs.

a guard. circle mask.

"do not panic," she said, her voice soft, unmistakably female.

"i am not here to kill you."

you should have felt relief. instead, you felt confusion.

"why am i alive?" your voice was hoarse, strained from disuse.

the guard hesitated before speaking.

"you are favored by the boss, which is very rare. it's never happened to a player before."

what?

before you could ask more, she left.

you sat there, staring at the elegant room, the nice sheets, the silent hum of medical machines.

this wasn’t mercy. it was something else.

when the door opened again, you knew.

your body tensed at the sight of the black mask, the aura of control radiating off of him. your hands shook, and the monitor tracking your vitals gave you away.

"calm yourself, y/n." the figure said, his voice smooth. familiar.

your stomach dropped. you knew that voice.

your mind clawed for the answer, the missing puzzle piece.

"you are here for a reason," he continued, stepping closer, "divine intervention, perhaps."

your breath caught.

"what?"

he lifted a hand, undid the mask and there he was.

young-il.

you froze, unable to process it. this was a joke. it had to be.

"no," he said before you could even ask, "this is real."

your mouth went dry.

"you… you run the games?"

he nodded.

your head spun.

"you let all of those people—"

"i wasn’t going to let you die," he interrupted. his voice was calm, but there was something raw underneath it, "not after everything you did for me."

your chest ached.

he had never been in danger. he was always going to survive. you weren’t though.

the weight of it crashed into you, suffocating, unbearable.

he must have seen it on your face because he sighed, stepping back.

"i understand. you need space."

you couldn’t respond.

"i will give you time," he said, before turning and walking out, leaving you alone in a place you could never escape.

this wasn’t survival though, this was captivity.

masterlist

[hot-patootiee]

The power of what if Part 2

Part 1 <Part 2>

It took hours before anyone else arrived, in the wake of the disaster many patients went unnamed, picked up by strangers and brought to the hospital.

Robin peeked her head into Steve’s room, her hair still dirty but the skin around her wounds had been bandaged and cleaned. She gave him a tired smile when she recognized him.

“Hey, have you seen anyone else?” Robin asked as she entered his hospital room, the flurry of movement outside beginning to slow down.

“No, can’t you ask the nurses?”

“I tried to but it’s an administrative nightmare out there, half the patients don’t have names and I don’t believe they got yours.” Robin replied, huffing in an annoyed fashion.

“Have you seen anyone else?” Steve questioned.

“Nancy and Lucas, Max got dragged away and is in surgery god knows where.” Robin leaned against the wall, fatigue pouring out from her body. When her eyes refocused on Steve they quickly reacted with shock.

“Oh, who is it?”

“What do you mean who it it?” Steve inquired, scrunching his brows in confusion.

“That’s your someone just suplexed on my heart look.”

“I have a look for that?!” Steve replied temporarily shocked at Robin’s observation.

But, under Steve’s skin was a creeping urge to show her the tender ripped skin and gaping wound he housed inside him.

“So, what is it?”

Steve wanted to speak but choked instead. Robin pushed off the wall and sat next to his legs on the bed, laying a hand on his knee.

“It doesn’t seem important right now.” Steve mumbled, eyes avoiding Robin’s.

“You’re my platonic soulmate, what’s important to you is important to me.” Robin promises.

“I think I- fuck- I just- Eddie.” Steve struggled, stopping and starting and fiddling with his bandaged fingers.

“Oh right, Eddie.” Robin frowned, shoulders sagging.

“I think there was something, there.” Steve confesses, pinching at his dirty skin.

Robin looked at him sharply yet carefully, leaning forward slightly and imploring a clarification.

“I think I liked him in a different way.” Steve whimpered, folding slightly in on himself. “I don’t think- that- I can do it ever again. He died and I’m never going to..” He trailed off, rubbing the dirt off his skin.

Robin looked positively gutted, scooting herself up to lie next to him and wrapping Steve in her arms. Steve broke down, fingers grabbing at the hem of her shirt and face hidden in her shoulder as he began to cry.

“Oh I’m so sorry Steve. I’m so sorry.”

“He’s not just gone, but- that whole part of me went with him- it hurts.” Steve sobbed, chest heaving and spasming as he cried. He felt like he was bleeding, the vestigial torn skin ached and the pit that had been left was filled with his own blood. Iron was on his tongue and cracked ribs under his fingertips as the feeling of trying to push life back into a dead man clung to his hands.

Robin had no fear for his ugly parts, holding the wound inside him even though the blood of his pain and guilt overflowed from her fingers.

It was like Starcourt again, both of them dirty and suffering and clinging to one another. They clung tightly as if they could merge together, the two halves leading to a stronger whole as they forced one another’s wounds shut.

…

They clung to the sides of the hallways, avoiding rushing personnel as they looked for familiar faces. Steve dragged his IV along with him, Robin’s jacket wrapped around his waist so he didn’t flash anyone in his open backed hospital gown.

It was a small town, so they recognized a lot of people, they just weren’t who they were looking for.

It was only after they entered an Employees Only area that they found Dustin, he was curled up next to the double doors leading to a surgical suite. He didn’t stir until Robin tapped his shoulder. He jolted violently in response, eyes going wide and wild. He didn’t seem excited to see them, an inescapable mourning was drawn into the lines of his face and body.

Steve looked into the open operating room, Eddie was cut open, his chest cavity agape and his body sitting supine on the table. What he was most surprised to see was the heart monitor, the line fluttered up and down instead of flat and stagnant. A droplet of hope fell into his chest and housed itself behind his ribs, gleaning, bright, and unable to be ignored.

There was a chance.

Steve sat next to Dustin and no words were exchanged between any of them as Robin moved on to find Max. Steve put his arm around Dustin’s shoulder, pulling him closer and housing him in the curve of his chest. Steve gripped the metal stand of his IV, pulling the IV into their little bubble.

Time didn’t pass linearly, it waxed and waned. It slowed when the voices of the Doctors in the operating room raised and flowed like water when Robin came back, chittering near incomprehensibly to them. Steve didn’t understand her words but could tell from the lines in her face that Max was alive but in a tumultuous situation like Eddie.

Robin left after that, returning to Lucas who was waiting outside of the room Max was in.

Steve just held Dustin, feeling no urgency to do anything else.

It must have been hours but Steve couldn’t really judge the passage of time properly.

Eddie was wheeled out on a bed, his chest covered in thick, clean bandages, but blood still coated his hair and face. Steve tugged Dustin up and dragged him down the hall, following Eddie’s bed.

The nurse’s mouths were pinched as they arranged Eddie, fussing with medications and one even bothered to clean his face with a wet towelette. She had pity in her eyes as she cleaned around the bandages on Eddie’s neck. She opened her mouth to speak, looking at Steve and his IV before closing it.

Steve pulled another chair over as Dustin sat himself next to Eddie.

All there was to do was wait.

[yourplaceinaugust]

so not many people know i go by august. i just don't have many people i trust enough to tell. and so i told the guy i like about it. and he said he might forget but he'll try to remember. and even that meant a lot to me. but the thing is he goes out of his way to call me august. he'll add my name onto the end of sentences that didn't necessarily need it. and every time he does that i want to cry

[avasts-nightmare]

so you actually died?

I get it

its hard to believe that I, The Dark Lord of Chaos, the almighty force who struck fear in every stick figures heart for years, is down for good

but uh

I dont think theres another explanation for this

(dont mind the scenery change. Im a busy stick figure. I dont have time to answer every ask in the comfort of my white tumblr page)

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i posted abt this on my tiktok story but i need to rant more so im putting it here 😭😭 the way a lot of mikosai shippers (on tiktok, pinterest, reddit, etc) are is such a big reminder to me of why i hate the strictly romantic soulmates trope with every fiber of my being 😭😭😭 people who interpret soulmates as "that means theyre canonically together" regardless of how the characters actually feel about each other and if they ACTUALLY get together is so fucking gross to me oh my god its so fucking gross i hate forced romance so bad 😭😭 someone cant just say "hey, we're soulmates so you HAVE to date me and its literally weird and impossible for you to like anyone else because i said so!!" and also aiura WOULDNT do that anyway ???? HELLOOO???

you have no idea how many people ive seen call all saiki ships with anyone other than aiura "problematic ships" just because "theyre soulmates"

[luvo27]

Should i like. Be plugging my fics here? Because to be honest i kind of was of the mind that everyone who would care to read the things i write had already seen them

[tommygotwrittenoff]

the fact that eddie and maddie have never interacted outside a group setting is so funny actually. you cannot tell me those two wouldnt get on like a house on fire. i fear the day we get a solo maddie and eddie scene is the day we get buddie canon

[girlivealwaysbean]

can someone tell me how to keep going if your hardwork does pay off but you don't feel anything when you achieve your goal just relief and numb again

[jdogandherthings]

happy pride. i am aroace. yes i date people (rarely) and have a lot of love to give. no i dont need to explain myself to anyone...

(also a reminder that the "A" in LGBTQIA stands for Agender, Asexual and Aromantic. It will never, and has never, stood for ally. thanks.)

[mumblesplash]

man i’ve had pretty serious art block before in the past but it was always more a lack of inspiration/irl stuff draining all my energy, currently Not having art block but getting hit by my first bout EVER of feeling like i just straight up can’t make anything that’s good enough and oh my god how do people deal with this

[good-beans]

It's done aahhh 👏👏👏 Here's my edit of @astarryserenade 's English covers in the Jailbreak Mix! The covers are incredible, and she was so helpful putting it together :) I also got some necessary audio editing help from @kyanako5972, thank you so much!

I hope you enjoy ✨

[robotpanties]

uuuuuhhh no reason just wanna see the robot get preggers because nobody is really taking advantage of the narrative consequences of the robots of ULTRAKILL having fleshy bits inside them (in my humble opinion hahahaha...hahaha....hah....). Anywhosen also a sucker for general Bad End especially when it involves a psycho-sexual (breeding) binding to a greater entity but also I wanna see the murder-robot get knocked up. And the galaxy brain bit of this is instead of calming down they just get Worse.

YEAH NO ONE REALLY TAKES ADVANTAGE OF THAT. and well i mostly assumed a very small percentage of people actually want to breed the robots like that which is why.

also i don't think this as a bad end, but a bad path that can lead to some other.. inch resting things (my stupid ass is trying to craft a plot with horror and drama from this path and how it'd change the story slightly despite knowing I will never get around to writing it in fic form except tiny excerpt ideas and art)

also i have so much to say abt the 'it doesn't calm down it just gets worse' bc its So true

[thisbrilliantsky]

first time ever fainting and it happened at 1am when i am home alone and on the other side of the house from my phone. dont especially love that for me!

[lilac-melody]

Wondering if I should make a little oneshot about first kisses...

[sam-montembeault]

getting sloppy drunk for the first time on accident: woo! i am going to luxuriate in the todays decadent win of the montreal canadiens, mes habs, over the florida panthers and the fact that our baby rookie baby goalie shut out said defending stanley cup champs! and also think salacious things about sam monty montembeault. olé