#my yearly tradition of getting myself a sweet drink continued and i got myself a strawberry frapp from starbucks

[etherrreal]

ive made it my mission to fuck with our ‘for you’ algorithm by searching for sims 4 cc on this blog instead of logging into my other one lol 

[tsukaramachi]

Hide and seek (Vincent x reader)

(I didn’t have time last time to draw out the drool prompt because I was finishing up school work because it was the last day of the first quarter and I was watching anime aha, but I made this based off of the prompt and that vampiresh Vincent doodle)

Running down the dimly lit alley way, water splashed against your legs as you stepped onto countless rain puddles. The cool air harshly pricking at your skin made your fingers feel numb and the puffs of white breath that left from your lips grew. Even if your feet are aching and your eardrums kept pounding into you head, you never stopped. Oh how dumb you felt for not noticing sooner the season sooner. The crisp red and golden leaves, the cool breeze in the air and the more frequent drops of rain showering the area. It was finally fall and it had been settling in while you were preoccupied with your school work. Yes, it was a time to have fun and appreciate the shift from the fun beaches and hot summer sun to the cool and pleasant qualities of autumn, but you didn’t have time to think about those things.

You had a yearly tradition with your beloved companion Vincent: Hide and seek. The game that many children love to play and even adults for the idea of the thrill of being close to be found. But the fun tradition you played had slowly become more intense. Vincent’s behavior became more clingy as you got older and the pure fun activities you enjoyed so much would sometimes cross the line. The rewards he asked for if he won became more intimate. At first it was a one minute hug then it became five minutes. Then that hug evolved into holding your hand for an hour to having you spend three hours of your day with him. Then a peck on the cheek added on with a hug session. This year, his new proposal was daunting and sent a chill up your spine. For the rest of the month of october, you would free up your schedule and spend it solely with him, day and night. It didn’t scare you at first, but fear of the unknown slowly crept up on you and seized your heart. You felt afraid, nervous, and anxious as to what’s in store for you, but Vincent fed more into that fear with his secretive attitude. Whenever you asked him what he was doing during his free time, he would just smile at you and lift his gloved hand to his lips and pretend to lock his words away with an imaginary key.

So you were stuck, trapped in this yearly game. You didn’t want to go back on your word, but you had stopped winning these games after the time limit to stay hidden became longer. You kept on losing and you were now risking your freedom for the whole month. You feel you aren’t in danger, but for the strange dread that continues to brew within you, it sure feels that way. Going up to the local library, you looked up at the darkened gray sky as it gave the tall building a dreary vibe. You make your way in and see that there are only a handful amount of people around, so you head towards the back area to a place you know no one would ever look. Walking past the walls of books, you slip into a door in the back that lead to a separate room from the rest of the library.

Gliding your hand against the wall to find the light switch, you stop. Realizing that the light might crack through underneath the door, you didn’t want to take the risk of getting found. So you stepped in, slowly closing the door behind you. It was too dark for you to really see anything, but the light from the other side of the door slightly leaked through. You could make out some of the objects in front of you and cautiously make your way to the back. A small gap behind a bookcase revealed a large empty box and you step inside. Lowering yourself down, you bring the lid down as well and hug your knees to your chest. It was small, but it wasn’t uncomfortable so you can manage. Taking out your phone, the screen illuminates the image of you and Vincent smiling happily together. Putting the phone to mute and shutting it off, you place it on the side and wait silently.

Minutes pass and maybe even an hour, but you felt confident that you wouldn’t be found. You never had tried to find use the library before and Vincent wouldn’t know about it. Your previous hiding spots were in locations you had visited with Vincent, but this year you specifically went out by yourself to find a good hiding spot. Although, you feel as you should have planned out a better way to pass time as you waited for you were stuck here now for almost the whole day. This library is special due to it staying open 24/7 for college students to pull all-nighters, but waiting alone in a dark room in an enclosed space isn’t the best spot to keep yourself busy. So closing your eyes, you begin to count the seconds that’ll lead to your freedom.

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“Excuse me miss…are you alright?”

Opening your eyes, you feel a slight coolness present on your chin. You reach to wipe it, but realize that you had drooled from probably dozing off. Quickly, you vigorously wipe away the saliva on your chin with your sleeve. Giving your attention to the stranger, you’re struck by awe at his features. A sweet smile paired with kind ruby eyes and snow white hair bangs that framed his face; you feel your heart skip a beat as he helps you out of the box. You feel embarrassed at how you were found by someone so cute, but you realize that you don’t know the time. Grabbing your phone out of the box, you check the time. A sigh of relief flows out of you as the time is 11:50 pm. A small smile creeps up on your lips as victory will soon be yours. Turning to the white haired boy, you ask him for a small favor. “Can you help me find a place to hide for a bit? Somewhere quiet and not well known is good and uhm…I’ll also explain why I was in a box…”

“O-Oh sure, um here we can go into the break room. I’m the only one on the night shift so we can go there.” he says as he points towards the checkout area. As you follow the worker to the back, you noticed that there was no one within the library. But even though there was no one around you still had to be cautious until it reached midnight. The white haired boy pulls out a seat for you as you walk into the room with a tan table in the center. You thank him and sit down while he heads to an adjacent room. You hear him shuffle around and a stove turn up. You’re curious as to what’s he’s going but you decide to sit and wait. A few minutes later, he comes back out with two white mugs of hot cocoa.

“Here you go.” He says with a smile. You take it gratefully and give him a small smile. Blowing over the hot surface, you try to cool it down before taking a sip. The boy smiles at you while he takes a seat opposite of you, holding the mug in his hand. Rich hot chocolate and cream glides down your throat and you’re able to taste some of the mini marshmallows inside. You let out an exhale as the warm liquid settles in your tummy.

“Is it good?” he asks as he stirs his drink with a spoon.

You nod happily, “Oh right, um sorry I didn’t introduce myself before but my name is (Y/N), and you are..?”

“Ah I’m sorry, my name is Yuuto. Oh, would you like some whip cream with your chocolate?”

“Yes please! I actually like to put some in after my hot chocolate has cooled down and it’s the perfect temperature.”

He nods and goes back into the kitchen and comes out with a can of whip cream and a small piece of chocolate. He walks over to you and you hand him your mug, he puts just the right amount before handing it back to you along with the piece of chocolate nestled in the top. You thank him again and you take another sip.

“So miss (Y/N), why were you hiding in the storage area?” Yuuto asks as he takes his seat again.

You finish the last of your hot cocoa and pop the piece of chocolate in your mouth, “I was playing hide and seek with a friend of mine. I thought the back was a good place and it really is! It’s almost midnight and I’ll be free.”

“Free from what I may ask?”

You lean in your chair and let out a sigh, “My friend Vincent, he’s always won but this year I had to give up my whole month to him. But now since I’ll be winning, would you like to exchange numbers? I-I’d actually like to get to you know better and repay you for the hot chocolate…”

Looking up, you notice that Yuuto’s staring at you with a dazed expression, “Yuuto…?”

He looks down and begins to let out a low chuckle, “My my miss (Y/N), isn’t it quite cruel to not want to spend time with your friend but with a stranger?”

“Wh-What are you talking about” you ask, pushing yourself more into your chair. You watch as Yuuto stands up, but his head continues to hang low. His bangs casting a shadow over his face. Slowly, he walks over you as he slides a finger against the surface of the table.

“You know miss (Y/N) I find it strange that you can speak so casually to a stranger,” his hair begins to grow longer and fall along his shoulders, “and not be worried about being in a room alone with a male…” his smaller petite stature gradually changes and so does his clothes. Long white hair that fades down into a gradient of pink and a pitch black cloak that shadows over a white buttonup shirt and black pants. He’s now towering over you.

“And you never asked me for permission. It hurts my feelings you know? To be left all alone.”

You’re frozen in place as you’re staring straight up into Vincent’s vermillion eyes. A smirk is etched into his face as he looks down on you. The chime from the clock outside in the library echoes throughout the building, and your fate is sealed. Crouching down to make his face close to yours, he lifts your face with a gloved hand and kisses your lips.

Still frozen in place, you were processing what just happened. For the kind worker you thought was just a stranger actually knew you this whole time. The specific way the hot cocoa was made to how he had never even taken a sip of his drink were all hints. You had lost and you didn’t even realize it until now.

Moving close to your ear he whispers in a low husky voice, “Time’s up my beloved, and now you’re mine.”

[ourcollectivefantasy]

Q&A for Aelberyn

What is your full name? "Lady Aelberyn Bloodsword of House Akh'Argar." What do your friends call you? “I permit my friends to address me as Aelberyn.” What is your favorite animal? "I think... owlcats.” She half-smiles and adds, "Mostly large cat types, like panthers and nightsabers." Where were you born? "Right here in Bloodsword Hall, in Silvermoon City, as all Bloodswords have been born since our House was established.” Do you have children? "I do; twin toddlers, Fib and Aelenna who we call by her middle name - Sean - since too many "Aels" can get confusing." Is there a person/people you love? “I love Iloam, my E'riom'O - my cherished one. I care deeply for my husband Jericho as well." What is your favorite color? “Dark purple, like the color of plums.” What is your full occupation? That question gives her pause, and she sits up, tilting her head slightly as she considers. "Occupation: that's an interesting choice of word. I suppose my primary occupation would be the Lady of House Akh'Argar, though I am also a Priestess of the Holy Light, a healer and doctor of emergency, surgical, and internal medicines including forensic sciences, and a Medic and Champion in the Silvermoon Armed Forces. Are you good at physical fighting? "I can hold my own." Which form are you best at? "Blunt weaponry and hand to hand combat.” What about magic? "I have some affinity for Light and shadow." Which type are you best at? "My strengths veer towards healing and support, though I have spent years exercising discipline over the offensive use of divine and shadow energies.” Craftsmanship? “Not... really. I am a competent seamstress and excellent alchemist, though my propensity is to maintain standard rote rather than exercise creativity." Any other skills? "My healing skills go beyond wielding the Light to practical usage, and my creativity is expressed through employing medical science and experimentation. I excell at research and studying science, theology, psychology and sociology, philosophy, cultural and magical studies, and history. I am a capable planner and tactician. I am an adequate cook, particularly baking. I occassionally dabble in writing poetry." Are you an only child? “Yes, my mother died before she was able to produce other children for my father.” Where do you see yourself in five years? A faint, wry smirk twists her lips as she tilts her head thoughtfully. "The world has constantly changed, and life continues to introduce new scenarios that complicate or negate any plans I establish for the long term. At this point I'm inclined to avoid planning that far ahead and addressing life as it comes. That said, ideally and if all is maintained on the same present trajectory, I see myself caring and building up my house, both actually and politically. Establishing a sound education and future for my children. Being an active part of the healing and renewal of our people after long, painful decades of war and destruction. Doing fun, unexpected things with Iloam." Have you ever almost died? "Quite a few times, in battle and other dangerous situations. Apparently I actually did die at one point, though the circumstances were unusual and the healing was immediate.” Do you have a secret, not just a secret, but like a really big secret hardly anyone knows? ”I am sure everyone does. Mine are not particularly interesting to anyone but myself, alas.” Salty or sweet? Another head tilt as she considers the question a moment. "Honestly it depends on what I crave at the moment. I think my tastes lean more towards savory than sweet." Do you like yourself? ”There are aspects about myself I could certainly improve upon, but overall, I would say yes, I am pretty great.” She grins a bit then and adds, "Though I imagine I would not be particularly fond of myself if I had to deal with myself like other people have to deal with me. " Do you believe in the Old Gods? "Of course. The evidence of thier existance, as well as the Titans, the celestials, the troll's loa, and other gods, are really incontrovertible. Denying them would be like denying the fact that we possess beating hearts or that the mountains are made of rocks." Are you religious? ”I am a Priestess of the Holy Light, and I do strongly believe the Light connects all living things.” Do you carry prejudice with you? “I do, alas, though I try not to treat other races with disrespect. It isn't that I believe sin'dorei are necessarily better, you see. I just like them more." What do you consider entertainment? "Reading, experimenting, exploring - I really enjoy learning new things. Iloam got me into battle ball, and I enjoy watching that. I enjoy listening to music and going to concerts and clubs. Ah... and I've been known to enjoy a bit of brawling, under the proper circumstances." Favorite drink? ”Whiskey sour, so I can enjoy the whiskey without making that embarrassing face.” Do you have any family traditions? "We have a few, or are starting a few," she smiles softly. "Iloam is more knowledgeable about actual traditions, and there are a few we've adopted as a family. The House has a yearly noble garden egg hunt for all the children, that's always fun. We also go trick or treating around Hallow's End. Our best traditions are around Winter's Veil - particularly Hogmanay. I've grown to enjoy that holiday more and more as we continue to celebrate it." Are you a good person? One long brow rises at that question. "What constitutes a good person? Or a bad one, for that matter? What percentage of the time must one be engaged in "good deeds" to qualify? How many "bad deeds" must one do until they are no longer a good person?" She slowly shakes her head, furrowing her brow. "I am a person. I am inherently selfish and flawed like everyone else, and I try to do the right thing for myself and my House. I am a servant of the Holy Light, and encourage positive connections according to my faith, but I know there are many who would disagree with me and my actions at times. They would not think I was a good person. Would their judgement be invalid, based on their perceptions of the matter?" She sighs, realizing she's rambling way more than necessary and smiles gently. "I am a person. I am good and bad. I try, and I make mistakes, and I sometimes fail. But I never give up trying. I think, in the end, that's the most important thing. That we don't give up trying to be better than what we are."

Tagged by: @loveherdekay and Iloam

Tagging: Jericho, @kharrisdawndancer, @rethelia, @duskwrath, @riverblade, @stormofmercy, @seetheotherways, @the-silversorrows

[talesmaniac89]

A Bunker Tradition

Summary: Sam x Reader - Sam and the reader sit down for their yearly Halloween tradition: A fluffy evening with snacks and horror movies.

Word Count: 2048

Triggers: None, just fluff

Y/N = Your name ¦ Y/H/C = Your hair colour 

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“You got the salt?” You called out to Sam from the library as you readied your arsenal on the table. Setting up everything you’d need for the gory night. “You know I need my sodium for this,”

 “Yeah, got it right here,” Sam’s voice was remarkably clear over the screams in the background, stopping your momentary survey of everything in front of you as you turned to face him, finding him in the doorway instead of in the kitchen where you thought he’d still be rummaging through the cupboards. “I got you cove… Hey! You started without me,” His boyish grin twisted into a childish pout as his eyes went from you to the TV screen behind you. The source of the screams as red splatters flashed across the screen.

 “Don’t be such a baby. I didn’t start without you. This one’s just got a weird opening screen,” You said with a laugh, reaching out with greedy paws for the salted popcorn in his hands once Sam Winchester and the treats were within your reach. Dropping down onto the couch whilst still holding onto the bowl you made yourself comfortable before you looked up at him to continue. “You know how those strange cult horror movies are. They even go all out in the DVD menu,”

 “Ok… As long as you didn’t start without me,” Sam said, still looking slightly dubious as he settled next to you on the couch, reaching for a beer among your traditional Halloween arsenal of sweets, snacks and drinks that were lined up on the table in front of you. Paired of course with a stack of the worst, most laughable cult horror movie dvd’s you’d been able to get your hands on.

 It was finally the 31st of October, and that meant it was time for your traditional Halloween horror marathon with your boyfriend and fellow hunter, a certain Sam Winchester. This year you’d aimed to find the most laughable titles yet, with movies like Zombeaver and Pinocchio's Revenge being the crowning jewels on the near dangerously tall stack of movies. You loved this time of year, and after meeting and falling in love with Sam, Halloween night had somehow developed into your night as you opted to spend it indoors. With movies and enough snacks to make a dentist salivate instead of joining the older Winchester out on the town.

“So what’s this first one?” Sam asked, interrupting your thoughts as he pulled you closer, letting you lean up against his muscular body as you cuddled close on the couch. Your back was tight up against his chest as he rested his head against yours, both of you facing towards the star of the evening, the TV in the bunker.  “Looks… Promising,”

 “I thought we’d start with an easy box ticker,” You said with a grin as you twisted slightly to lock eyes with the gorgeous man whose arms you were protectively in. “It’s a slasher, at a college. Typical deranged killer style flick,” You added reaching down and hitting play as you laughed at the inevitable groan that left Sam. He pretended to hate them, but you knew he liked the cliched ones as much as you did. They made your horror bets and scare bingo games so much more fun.

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 “It’s gonna be the two sorority sisters,”

 You weren’t even a full ten minutes in before Sam spoke up, starting off the traditional games you normally played to make the movie night more fun. Though his statement was short and concise you didn’t need to ask. After all, it was always first and foremost a bet about who would die first, followed by a horror cliche count. The movie that ticked the most cliches got an honourary placement in your “So-bad-they’re-good” movie collection.

 “No way, it’s gonna be the frat boy for sure,” You said, momentarily distracted from where you were munching popcorn and trying to pay attention to the movie by the way Sam’s long fingers played with the loose strands of your (Y/H/C) hair and tickled against the sensitive skin of your neck. “It’s only been a few minutes and he already annoys the hell out of me,”

 “I’m sorry (Y/N), but no matter how much I love you, you’re completely wrong this time,” Sam said with an overacted sigh that had you laughing as you twisted to stick your tongue out at him. The big guy surprising you with a kiss on the forehead instead that made it feel as if your stomach was filled with butterflies, nay, tiny bats. ‘Tis the season and all that jazz.  

 Your witty reply however was lost as a groan came from the doorway, making both your boyfriend and you turn slightly to see the older Winchester lean up against the wooden frame, leather jacket already in his hand. Dean rolled his eyes as he looked from the two of you, cuddled on the couch and over at the awful acting happening on the screen in front of you.

 “I still don’t get it,” Was all Dean seemed willing to say as he shrugged on his jacket, his fingers already around the keys to his precious baby. “Why stay in and watch bad movies on a night like tonight?”

 “‘Cause they’re so bad they’re good!” You exclaimed excitedly, feeling the vibrations of Sam’s low rumbled laugh through his chest and into your back as you spoke.

 “Yeah, you should try it Dean, they’re surprisingly fun to watch,” Sam added, backing you back as you straight up tired to do a “Come Play With Us” ala The Shining on the older hunter.

“No thanks, that’s not my thing. But you do you I guess. I mean after years of this I know better than to try and stop you,” Dean sighed with a shake of his head, as if the two of you were a lost cause already. “I’ll be out, I’m gonna see if I can find myself a Cat Woman. Tonight’s the night Sammy!” Dean added, with a final grin as he gave the two of you a nod and let your echoed laughs send him on his way.

“Well duh, it’s tradition!” You called out after his retreating back with a final chuckle before twisting back to where the college students were doing their boring backstory bit on the TV screen. Your own words, as well as Dean’s, not fully leaving you as you leaned back and rested your head against your boyfriend’s chest to look up at him. “How did we start this anyway?”

 “What do you mean?” Sam asked, clearly kinda confused at your disjointed question. His slightly calloused fingertips reaching out to slide against your forehead and catch a few stray strands of hair that threatened to end up in your eyes.

 “Our yearly Halloween marathon,” You supplied, closing your eyes for a moment to revel in his soft touch, the popcorn and movie forgotten and abandoned momentarily in front of you. Sam’s fingers, his feather light touches against your skin, were like magic to you. Soothing and numbing your always busy mind as you cuddled closer against him.

 “Well… I mean I kinda started them on purpose…” Sam sounded almost shy as he spoke, his voice so low you wouldn’t have heard his murmured words if your head wasn’t resting against his chest catching the vibrations of his deep voice. “I might have been trying to… Y’know, get close to you,”

 “Might have been?” You asked with a chuckle and a raised eyebrow before you turned until you were almost facing him, catching his hand and lacing his fingers with yours. A teasing smile on your lips as you watched the seasoned hunter’s ears redden as he played it off with a pretend glare that made him look more like a puppy trying to look tough.

 “Ok, so I was definitely trying to get close to you,” Sam huffed, causing the thousand tiny bats in your stomach to do somersaults from the straight up admission. Before you could ask how exactly he’d tried to get close to you, Sam continued his little confession as his thumb painted circles against the back of your hand. His hazel eyes focused on the task in an attempt to hide his bashfulness. “The whole, horror movie marathon idea… Well, they said it would work online,”

 “Online?” You couldn’t stop the surprised laugh that left you, leaving Sam to playfully squeeze your hand and roll his eyes at you. His soft, playful attempt at shutting you up didn’t work however as you teased him. “The Internet told you to woo me with horror movies?”

 “No, yeah… I mean, not woo really, but loads of pages said to put on a scary movie, and just wait for you to… Y’know… Cling to me when you got scared,” Sam’s words were basically a quick, jumbled mess by the end of his sentence. The tips of his ears redder than the twizzlers on the coffee table.

 “Sam… Dude… I’m a hunter,” You couldn’t stop laughing at your boyfriend’s confession. Sure, it was kinda cute, picturing him looking online for help on how to make you fall for him. You could almost picture that little furrow in his brow that he always got when he was deep in thought. Scrolling through page after page for tips and taking notes. Hell, it was an adorable mental image. Still, you were a good girlfriend. You never missed out on an opportunity to tease the man you loved. “I’d be pretty bad at my job if I couldn’t even handle some horror movie jump scares,”

 Sam’s hand let go of yours to let his fingers trail over your sides. Dealing out a short tickle attack in revenge to tease a burst of high pitched laughter out of you before he wrapped his arms around you again. Though the way his actions had turned you in his lap until you couldn’t see his reddening features wasn’t lost on you.

 “Shut up… You say that, but you don’t like Arachnophobia,” Though Sam was holding you close to hide his embarrassment from you, the pout was still audible in his voice. The slightly whiny tone in his voice only making your grin widen as you leaned back against his chest, cuddling closer. Your eyes were back on the screen where the clueless teenagers finally seemed to be doing something other than just party and create drama, though you weren’t really watching it.

 “That’s because there’s spiders!” You shot back, copying his pouting tone and letting your fingers trail up and down his muscular arms where they were wrapped around your waist. “Like you’re one to talk. One word… It,”

 “Clowns are unnatural ok?” Sam’s voice sounded so serious at that statement you couldn’t help but laugh as you twisted to place a sneaky kiss on his stubble covered cheek before turning back. God, how you loved that man. And though you wouldn’t admit to it, you’d kinda played with the thought back then, of acting kinda scared, just to be closer to him. Luckily you hadn’t needed to, as you’d naturally grown closer from your movie night and the many others that followed. You hadn’t needed tricks from the internet, you were meant to be.

 “Sure they are Sam. Ronald McDonald is clearly a cold blooded killer,” You teased instead, keeping those little details to yourself as you actually refocused on the movie that had been momentarily forgotten during your little chat. Happy to see that some action finally seemed to be happening on the screen, with one of the actors doing that typical running whilst constantly looking over their shoulder cliche that practically screamed that the baddie would show up in front of them instead.

 “He is!” Sam however didn’t seem to notice that your first Horror bet of the night was about to come to fruition on the screen, and if you knew your boyfriend, which you did, you knew he was about to start talking about serial killer clown cases any second.

 “Yeah, yeah…” You laughed squeezing his arms in a half hug before nodding towards the TV. “Now pay attention.... The killer’s closing in on the frat boy,”

 “What? No! Damn it,” Sam groaned, hugging you tighter as he returned his attention towards the TV. Your yearly tradition, one that had started from love, was definitely better than any fun trick and sweeter than any treat.

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