#nicky writes

[nicknacknightmare]

Guys quick question, if I were to get an Ao3 and post my writings there:

[when-sanpape-arts]

Absentee father. Prince of Hell. Pisser of Fire

[mauvemischief]

I've talked a lot about why Andreil are so special to me, but not until my 3rd read of The Kings Men have I truly been able to pin it down. on page 110 (TKM) Neil comments that "Aaron was staring at Andrew like he'd never seen him before" in referral to Andrew attacking Allison because she hit Aaron. and it just BECAUSE HE FUCKING HASN'T and urghhhh I just get so feral over this because for the ENTIRE SERIES it's just so painfully obviously that Andrew's own family doesn't FUCKING GET HIMMMM they call him crazy and psychotic JUST AS OFTEN AS THE UPPERCLASSMEN, IF NOT MORE. Neil spends the ENITRE FIRST BOOK wondering why the hell Andrew's own family treats him the way they do. I am so passionate about this because I am in fact an Andrew Minyard enthusiast(TM) but THAT IS WHY NEIL IS SO SPECIAL because for the first time EVER someone looks at Andrew and truly SEES HIM LIKE OH MY GOD ASKJFKASJFKDSF I apologize for my insanity but in all seriousness, Andreil is so special because Andrew hid behind his drugs, he hid behind indifference and the sociopathic persona that his peers gave him but Neil called bullshit and stuck around even when he pieced together who Andrew really was. all the while Andrew's own family looked at him like he as a monster. Neil knew there was more to him that who Andrew chose to let the Foxes see, he stood his ground and he asked and he fought for Andrew. he fought for the Foxes and that's why Neil is different. Because no one had ever truly fought for Andrew before. not even his own brother.

[thoughtkick]

You can't change how people treat you or what they say about you. All you can do is change how you react to it.

Nicky Gumbel

[kukobs]

I would pay real money to see this scene described in detail (*sigh* if only neil were a little less vague in his narration) to see exactly *how* they were taunting andreil.

they were already eyeing them suspiciously when andrew came out of neil's room with neil's clothes so i'm sure they went crazy when neil started wearing andrew's trademark armbands (specially since they don't know andrew hides his scars with them so most likely they thought neil liked them and just wanted to match to hide his').

and I'm sure that's partly what got them to understand (specially nicky) that it was more than just a fuck-buddy relationship.

[ninyard]

Neil finding out about rpf and proceeding to show everybody the fics he’s in. Neil being fascinated and weirded out that somebody is writing about him and the team have to act shocked as if they haven’t been reading fan fiction about themselves since they got signed

[pretzlforpresident]

Sonadowtober day 7: Paranormal

Organized by @sonadowtober :>

+ Bonus doodle that I was going to finish but didn’t have enough energy

[loumandism]

s3 will be perfect if they commit to a deranged somewhat sexually charged buddy cop story about the mentally ill boyfriends lestat ghosted

[actual-changeling]

do you think agatha used magic to create nicky's grave or did she dig it with her own two hands—born and buried from scratch?

did she bury her fingers in the ground over and over, fingers that had been running through his hair, braiding flowers into it, hands that had held him for too short a time? did she dig and dig until her nails were black with dirt—life-giving soil, graveyard earth, death spread through it like roots, like an infection.

like something she loved once upon a time and can still feel festering within her chest, a wound she refuses to stitch back together.

agatha sees her loves in the flowers sprouting around her as she digs and digs and digs; at some point, she begins to sing. her words come broken and low, gaining weight with every handful of earth cast aside. following his melody, she weaves a spell, a place, an embrace to hold him now that she is forbidden from it. no one will disturb his rest, no one will ever stumble upon his body surrounded by reaching roots that carry the pain of death herself.

lowering him into his grave is not the first admission that he has always been a child of two, but it is the last one for a very, very long while.

agatha sings and imagines two arms breaking through the earth and gently carrying him to another home.

when his grave, his tomb, his stone-soft blooming altar, is complete she washes her hands with river water like she had done five years ago. every act that follows, every betrayal, every bloodless death keeps her palms clean, her skin untainted by anyone or anything lest the memory of him is disturbed.

agatha digs nicky's grave with her own hands until her nails break and her voice is raw. she places the last stone and tears her ribcage open, allowing everything good she had been to sicker into the earth that is her family.

[nicknacknightmare]

Lads I FINALLY woke up fast enough to document one of the sonic game dreams I have constantly before I forgot the entire plot. I'm bouta put Sonic the THE cringes Hawaiian shirt

[spilledcoffeeonthefloor]

Andrew getting hurt midgame in an important match and needs to go to hospital

Neil wordlessly and immediately starts taking off his own gear to go with him

Kevin stops him

"what are you doing Neil why are you taking those off? you can't go with him, i care about him too but he'll be fine there. Abby and coach got him."

Neil doesn't answer, in fact, he acts like kevin doesn't even exist. he finishes taking off his gear and goes to grab his duffel

Kevin snatches Neil's duffel before he can grab it

"Neil, don't be stupid, what about exy?"

at this moment, Neil looks at kevin, gives a maniac laugh, and there, kevin sees pure urge to kill

Neil gives him his most murderous look, already angry at who ever jump at Andrew on the court

"Oh poor Kevin, FUCK EXY, FUCK YOU, AND FUCK WHOEVER OPENS THEIR FUCKING MOUTH NEXT. anything happens to Andrew and then you, this whole fucking court with every single fucking person in it is going to fucking burn down to fucking hell"

(Afterwards, Alison wins a bet as someone who insisted Neil cares about Andrew more than exy)

when Andrew was conscious enough Nicky told him what happened 5 times over and over("have u ever heard Neil say fuck exy?? it was awsome. i wish i had it recorder, u could set it as ur ringtone")

[andreilslovechild]

A Study on Aaron Minyard and Hatred

I've been in this fandom for years now. somewhere around 5 years or so. and since I've been here there's always been a distinct theme in how people talk about the brother of our beloved main love interest. see people speak about aaron in two ways mainly. the first way is, of course, labeling him as hateful and homophobic and disliking him because he dislikes Neil. the second way is building on his more personable characteristics and having him paired with someone else like Katelyn or Kevin to mellow him out. both of those are all well and good, everyone is entitled to their opinions and all, but I've never quite seen people look at both of those sides at the same time so I want to try and consolidate my thoughts on the matter.

first of all, I personally rarely consider aaron inherently hateful in my own understanding of him. annoyed or disgusted sure, but not necessarily hateful. mainly that hate is focused on three people from what the fandom talks about: Neil, Andrew, and Nicky. I'm using hate a broad term for dislike just for the ease of things right now so don't yell at me, but I think it fair to say the fandom typically pits these three up against aaron in a way that makes aaron look like the bad guy a lot of the time.

if I'm honest, I never really felt he hated Neil more than just didn't care much. at least until he found out about him and Andrew and gave him his version of the shovel talk. maybe a bit when Neil used Katelyn against him. but overall I never quite got it when people said he hated Neil, let alone hated him for "no reason". like id be annoyed too if a guy waltzed onto my college sports team while im studying premed, and turned out to be the long-lost son of a serial killer with a mouth so big it was a wonder hes still alive. plus he was super shady before all that was revealed too, but aaron was still pretty neutral when Andrew brought Neil into the monsters. he even spoke back to the upperclassmen when they freaked out about Neil sitting with the monsters. if you all need me to get the quotes I will, but it's currently like 2am, and I just can't be asked right now lmao. either way, the only time aaron really hates Neil in the books is when he uses Kate against him to get him to go to therapy. which was done for his own good in the long run, and I doubt aaron stayed upset about it for too long. plus we always have to be careful here because we are seeing things from Neil's perspective, someone who is inherently an unreliable narrator in the story.

in Nicky's case, there's a lot to consider. aaron definitely does and says some things (again not finding specifics rn because it's 2am) that are hurtful to him, or offensive. I certainly don't really blame people for reading it as homophobic on a surface level. but that's exactly what it is. surface level. his feelings about Nicky are probably the second most complex in this instance. because Nicky is his cousin, caregiver, friend, whatever you want to call him. They're close, they mean something to each other. but aaron also grew up with Tilda, probably talking with his family over the phone every few months, seeing them maybe once a year or two. when aaron moved to South Carolina he was 13. Nicky would have been 17. aaron probably spent a lot of time with him at first to avoid being alone before he made friends himself. used him as an excuse to get out of being around Tilda alone. which undoubtedly left him susceptible to Luther's preaching. I could make a whole other post on this alone. Still, he would have known Nicky was gay and that it was "wrong". He likely saw only his mask, not the depression inside because Nicky would have wanted to be happy with his cousin. he probably was around when Nicky went to Germany and then came back loud and proud, telling him about a man named Erik and finally standing up to his parents. to us, it's inspirational, exciting even, but for aaron it was like Nicky was abandoning him. He had gotten through Nicky being gone with drugs and staying out of the house as much as possible, but now knowing Nicky was leaving him there alone with his mom for what he assumed would be forever would have hit him hard. he never hated Nicky for being gay. he was angry he had left him, and he had grown up surrounded by the ideals Luther preached and likely his mom did too. with that, plus how uncomfortable it would be to have your cousin being openly sexual around you to an extreme extent like Nicky, I don't blame him really for how he reacted. he was disgusted by the thought of his cousin having sex, not who it was with. I can't remember if his disliking Erik is a canon or fanon thing. Still, he disliked him for taking Nicky away, not because he was a guy. Long story short I don't think aaron ever truly hated Nicky or was truly homophobic. I think he was just a scared kid who learned the wrong words and didn't know how to be vulnerable.

Andrew. good old Andrew. the most complicated relationship in Aaron's life save maybe his mom. I think we all know aaron doesn't hate Andrew. just like Andrew doesn't hate aaron. it's impossible for them to hate each other because they are so irrevocably tangled up and tied to each other's lives. from the second they found out about each other, everything they've done has been for the other in some way. mostly on Andrew's end sure but aaron has also done his share. see out of everyone here I think Andrew is the person that aaron thought he hated the most. he was angry about Tilda, about the drugs, about how Andrew refused to look at him. but deep down he knew he couldn't really hate Andrew. if he truly hated him he wouldn't have stuck around him this long to try and form a relationship with him. he wouldn't have bothered renewing their deal after graduating high school. he may have been stubborn and confusing and made aaron want to pull his hair out in frustration, but I don't think hatred for Andrew truly existed in him. For certain actions maybe, but him overall? definitely not.

Aaron Minyard may have been complicated, cranky, and annoyed for the majority of the times we see him, but he never truly hated anyone. not in the way people seem to think at least. and certainly, never the three people hes accused of hating the most.

[negotiumcrucis]

Yusuf closes the door with a heavy sigh.

The kitchen is dark and quiet, and the stove is cold to the touch. He puts down the parcels he carried all the way from the market, lights the oil lamp and hangs it over the worktable. He does not venture into the adjacent room. There’s no need for that. He knows Nicolò is not home, and he buries the uneasiness it all entails deep inside his chest.

It would not be the first time Yusuf had to dine alone since the winds had turned too strong and too cold, forcing many galleys to stay in port. The taverns are packed full and so is La Sacra Infermeria, where Nicolò has built quite a reputation for himself in the past months. Still, it is Christmas Eve and when Yusuf woke up in the morning, he found a note in Nicolò’s handwriting asking him to bring home meat – rabbit, if he could not find rooster. He could not.

Joe needed to add some finishing touches in the Oratory to get the Conventual Church ready for midnight mass and it was the thought of Nicolò’s cooking that had kept Yusuf company as he worked all day long. The focus demanded by the job made it a bit easier for Yusuf to refuse the food offered by the brothers, though he did not manage to dissuade his fellow workers from shoving a cup of wine in his hands at the end of the day. It was light Sicilian wine, very cheap, sour, sold from the cask, and it had upset Yusuf’s empty stomach as he gulped it all down.

He thought he would feel guilty about downing the wine after, but he did not. The Ramadan had started two weeks before, but the truth was, he had not fasted every single day thence, nor did he sneak out to pray five times a day with the Muslim slaves out in the harbour, but he did watch them bowing towards Mecca as he walked home at the sunset. Nicolò never asked, never judged. His heart understood Yusuf as Yusuf sometimes did not understand himself.

Yusuf lights the logs inside the stove and coaxes the flames into life. He washes his hands and his face, shivering at the contact of the icy water against his naked jaw. Not for the first time, Yusuf wonders if it was truly necessary to shave off his beard. Its absence did not bother him that much during the summer months, but since the weather became wet and chilly, he dearly misses that extra layer of protection.

Nicolò has mourned the loss of Yusuf’s beard since the very start. He made no attempt to disguise his resentment, but in the end, they both agreed it would be easier for Yusuf to pose as an artist from Messina if he did not have a beard. Yusuf could easily replicate a proper Sicilian accent and of course, he knew every single Christian prayer in the world.

He called himself Joseph then. Sometimes, when the brothers were out of earshot, one of his less pious co-workers would jest that, while Yusuf was busy painting fluffy wings, an angel was probably paying his Virgin Mary a visit. It was easy to laugh at the blasphemous joke, and it made all the hard work a tad lighter. Yusuf took everything in stride, yet he could not help thinking about Nicolò, who was definitely far from a virgin – though sometimes he could blush like one, especially the times Yusuf kissed and licked him between his legs, his coarse stubble turning Nicolò’s pale skin red.

The thought of Nicolò naked and squirming under him brings some heat to Yusuf’s lower belly, but it’s not enough to chase away the cold from his bones. That coldness, Yusuf knows, has less to do with the weather and more with the emptiness in his soul, something that only grew since Quỳnh was taken. They did not have time to deal with that emptiness for decades when they searched for her in every port, from the North Sea to the coast of Africa and around the Mediterranean.

They would have continued searching for her forever if it had not been for Andromache, who sneaked out one night, leaving behind nothing but a note telling them she had to do this alone for a while. Nicolò wanted to follow their remaining sister no matter what and followed her they did. They were two steps behind Andromache for almost three years until they ended up stranded in Melita during a storm.

The islands have been under the Knights Hospitaller’s rule for half a century then, teeming with people from all over the Mediterranean. Yusuf reasoned that if there was a sailor left alive who knew anything about a witch locked in an iron coffin and thrown into the sea, they would eventually sail their way into the Grand Harbour. So far, none did, but they have lost Andromache’s track, so they decided to keep themselves busy, nursing the wounds in their hearts as they tried to do some good.

Yusuf had grown used to going without his daily prayers during their search. They were in constant move, and every new lead that led them nowhere chipped off a piece of his faith. He promised himself he would do better when they found Quỳnh, and it felt like a bargain he had little to offer in return. Then when became if and eventually, his despair festered into a wound that he felt bleeding under his skin.

More than once, Yusuf woke up feeling as if he was drowning in that very blood, with the taste of salt and rust on his tongue where he had sunk his teeth into. And maybe, if he could multiply that feeling by a thousand, maybe he would be able to grasp a fraction of what Quỳnh was feeling. More than once, Yusuf found himself praying, but it felt hollow – as if no one was listening. Eventually, Yusuf stopped, and at night he buried his face into Nicolò’s neck, weeping in silence as he realised maybe he should pray for his sister to die instead.

If it was Nicolò in her place, what would Yusuf do? How would he even live?

A shiver runs through his body as those thoughts run amok, and Yusuf stokes the flames in the stove with more force than necessary. Nicolò is on his way. Nicolò is coming home. He left a note in the morning, they made plans to spend the night together. No one has found out about them, no one has overheard them making love in the dead of the night, no one has seen either of them heal too fast from a too-deep cut. No one is coming for them. They will be fine.

Yusuf closes his eyes for a moment, calming his heart. He takes a deep breath and picks up a knife to cut the rabbit meat into smaller pieces. He does the same with carrots, onions, and garlic.

The work in the kitchen distracts him from his daunting thoughts, from his fear. In a way, it’s similar to painting. Once you get the sketch done and it’s only a matter of covering layers, you need to focus on your task, your mind does not get to wander too far, otherwise, your work will be ruined. So Yusuf focuses on the menial tasks at hand and he does not think about Nicolò and his whereabouts. He cooks and he waits.

The stew is bubbling by the time Yusuf overhears the door open behind him. He stirs the pot over the stove once before turning to look at his heart. Nicolò’s face is pink from the cold, and he smiles brightly when their eyes meet. Nicolò only takes the time to remove his shoes before he eagerly bridges the space between them, pressing their foreheads together. As Yusuf feels their breathing mingle, he thinks, there is nothing more sacred than this.

“My heart,” Yusuf whispers, kissing Nicolò’s cheek and then his lips. He tastes the cold wind in them, and he wonders if Nicolò can taste the sourness of the wine in his. “You had me worried.”

Nicolò’s eyes soften, and he kisses Yusuf back with intent, before hoovering over his shoulder to inspect the stew. There’s a pained look on his face and Yusuf knows he’s feeling guilty.

“It’s no matter,” Yusuf says sincerely. “It’s not often I get to make you Christmas dinner.”

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A little old something I wrote for the holidays <3

[dykekarkat]

mbav au for aftg is just

nicky: TWINS now that erik has moved in with us we're going on mandatory date nights every friday BUT FEAR NOT i found someone to watch you while we're gone :)

twins: ???? nicky we're 18 what do you mean.

nicky: yes but last time i left you alone a cop car was stolen and mysteriously found in a lake

twins: you have no proof that was us

nicky: SO i found a very trustworthy babysitter. he's in the grade below you but ive heard he's an upstanding young man

twins: ...are you paying someone to be our friend....

nicky: :)

twins: what does kevin not count?? he's responsible !

nicky: yeah responsible enough to go along with you for "safety" but not to stop you.

*enter recently turned fledgling vampire neil on the run from his serial killer father and also the vampire who turned him (riko)* hello im mr.responsible.

[leslutdepointedulac]

But what if Lestat's always singing or humming a little tune. When Claudia's struggling to get to settle down for a nap so he walks around with her in his arms and softly sings her some lullaby he remembers from his own childhood. Or he hums a random tune to himself while deep in though about something. Or he and Louis are having some down time and he sings to him while they lounge around, maybe even pulling Louis into a dance. Or whenever he's in the middle of doing some mundane task, he makes up a little song to make it less boring. Or when he knows Louis is nearby, he starts humming a song Louis likes and brings the lyrics in when he thinks he's listening, only to pretend he hadn't noticed Louis' presence when he comes into the room. Sometimes Lestat will make up songs for him, either to make Louis smile and laugh, or something cute that gets his heart skipping while he hides behind his hair bc he's Being Perceived

[occasional-yan-stuff]

A yandere sorcerer who spends most of his time in the dimension of magic, a realm of nothing but stars in every direction. He uses scrying spells to look into the human world and one day he sees you.

You're different from the humans he's seen before, the ones who made him shun the human realm. He barely even believes you're made of the same stuff as them because to him, all humans are forged from evil. Each day he watches you and each day he falls more and more in love. Eventually, he gets tired of watching from afar and decides he must have you.

You wake up in a strange place and the first thing you see is him. He reaches out a hand to you and asks how you got here, knowing you'd be too scared if you knew the truth. Now all he has to do is wait for you to fall as hard for him as he has for you. You don't have magic, after all. He can keep you here with him as long as he likes.