#part two baybeee!!!

[gotta-spew-words-somewhere]

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Summary: Azriel is a simp in denial

TW’s: None, minor suggestiveness, I guess not really having any plot yet could count??

A/N: omg I really didn’t expect this silly story to get nearly as many notes you’re all angels and I’d kill and die for you all!!!!

Also- I promise plot is coming (and the end of this is weird but I didn’t wanna write out like 4 hours of back and forth lol)

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Reader POV

The little friend you’ve made dances between your fingers, tickling the skin with not-quite kisses that make you snort as you stir a spoonful of cumin into your tea.

Heartburn has bothered you from bed, but not from sleep- it doesn’t come as easy as it once did, not since the rumblings of war on the horizon have reached you.

But the little shadow now twisting through your hair helps you focus, helps you forget. At this point, you’re almost sure it knows what a simple relief the company can be in the small hours, the way it dances and plays when your heart feels most heavy.

And, for the second time in as many weeks, burning. Very odd.

You take a deep drink from your cup, savouring the earthy flavour and willing away the discomfort that pulls at your ribs.

The gift from the Illyrian, however, seems far less interested in quiet contemplation than you, changing course and whipping across your counters and walls in a frenzy. The fine hairs at the back of your neck rise to attention, and without thought, you follow the flittering wisp into your shop front, and then to the door.

“What is it? What are you trying to show me?” You’re probably crazy, talking to a shadow, and yet its movements grow more urgent— circling your ankles and then back to the door. It could seep through the cracks— you know this, you’ve seen it in action— but doesn’t. It wants you to open it.

But, you don’t get chance. It swings open itself despite definitely being locked, the little bell eery in the dark. Blinking at the man once again stood uncertainly in your home after hours, you offer a raised eyebrow and a nerve-settling sigh.

“Have you come to pick up your friend?”

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Azriel POV

In the two weeks since he last saw you, Azriel has had little peace. By their own accord (and eventually against explicit instruction), the shadows he usually relies on for state secrets and cautious murmurs have become quite the problem.

Little gossips, he’d called them— rushing to his ear with updates of where you’ve been and how you are. Whether you’ve slept or whether you’ve padded downstairs to drink tea amongst the rubies and diamonds.

It’s odd, but not unheard of. Azriel’s companions had developed this habit before; sneaking away in the dead of night to trail in Mor’s footsteps like lovesick little puppies, updating him of her every move. What makes this so different, so unnerving is the speed in which they chose you— he’s been in your presence for what, 15 minutes total? And yet they’ve abandoned centuries of unrequited affection in favour of your tea and snark in a heartbeat.

Tonight had been more of the same— awake, awake. Sad. Awake. And it was absolutely none of his business, as he’d told them, but the whispers had grown urgent, and he could no longer tell if they were speaking of you or himself.

And so, with no small amount of denial, he’d decided to simply wander by. Another beautiful, sleepless night in the city he loves- why shouldn’t he pass through the cobbled street where your shop windows glimmer in the starlight? What harm could it do?

Then he’d heard your voice- quiet and concerned and muffled by stone and glass, and he hadn’t fought the urging of his shadows to just. Pop in. Check that everything is okay.

But just like the first night, it seems like you’re expecting him.

“Have you come to pick up your friend?”

Azriel’s own hands wave to awaken the fae-lights, and his eyes settle on you with light confusion. You’re in your sleep clothes- a large shirt this time, although your hair seems tamed and your stance a little less steady.

No sleep at all, tonight then.

“My friend?” His voice comes out rough from lack of use, a line forming on his brow. His only friends are asleep in the house of wind, as far as he knows, but he’s discovered Cassian snoring I n enough unlikely places to not completely write it off.

Instead of answering, you raise your hand, and he catches the tail of a flicker of dusk racing to hide from his sight on your palm.

“Go on— go to your, uh, Dad?” Your voice takes the tone of a mother soothing a small child, and he realises with a jolt that you’re speaking to one of his shadows like that, smiling softly at the darkness that sends most running.

He hopes you can’t hear how fast his heart beats.

“Are you their Dad? Or is it more of a pet-owner type of situation?” You turn your wrist, trying and failing to encourage the little traitor that still hides from its masters sight, before offering him a crooked smile. “I think this one likes me.”

“You’d be correct. I’ve never seen one do that before.” He side-steps the question- more because he’s not too sure himself, before outstretching his own palm and silently willing the little shadow to return home. It does, but your eyes follow the movement to his hand and the sort of shame he hasn’t felt in decades fucking burns through his veins.

You didn’t notice the scars before, he’s certain. There were no lingering glances or wrinkled noses, no prying questions. And he’s not sure why it matters- you’re some crazy fae who drinks too much tea and sleeps almost less than him—- but it doesn’t stop the itch under his skin as your eyes linger for half a beat.

But then they move up, trailing his wrist in a slow drag, finally settling on his shoulder, and just for a brief second, he swears your eyes turn sad.

You’ve been following the shadow. Watching it crawl back to him with the sluggish pace of a scolded child, and you’d looked sad as it left.

Stay. Want to stay with her. Sad. Alone. Stay Stay Stay.

He barely has a moment to process this— his shadow outright choosing another?— before you’re once again smiling and trying to usher him further inside.

“So the little thing decided to stick around all by himself?” The warmth in your voice is nearly enough to distract him from the way you’ve walked around— a careful distance from his wings— and shut the door with a gentle tinkle of a bell that wasn’t there before. “Tell him I enjoyed his stay, will you?”

And frankly, Azriel is drawing a blank between the incessant pleading at his ear and the way he has somehow, once again, ended up at the cluttered table.

“Do you want another tea? I just made a batch for heartburn but I can whip up some calming mix if you give me a few minutes?”

He ducks his head, fighting the strange and sudden urge to fuss at her—- and tell her he’s been suffering the same of late. A fresh side effect of too many thoughts and not enough rest.

“The-uh, heartburn one would be lovely, thank you.”

You offer a raised eyebrow and a nod, before again slipping out of view, night shirt swishing with the sway of your hips.

He drags his eyes away from your retreating form with purpose, swatting at the dark curl of shade by his ear that will not stop murmuring about how pretty you are.

Of course, he agrees, but the embarrassment of how something as simple as a bare shoulder effected him last time still heats his ears.

Get it together.

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Reader POV

Cauldron’s tits, he’s sexy.

You stir the steaming water into his cup slower than necessary, using this moment of separation to will your uncooperative body to relax.

Something about that unruly hair and quiet, uneven smile is enough to send you into the kind of tizzy that you’ve not experienced since adolescence. It’s bordering on pathetic, really- and yet the slight spring in your step lingers as you make your way back to him.

“There,” you mutter, pushing the cup along the well-worn wooden table surface toward him, grin splitting across your face as your little friend practically leaps from his shoulder to tangle at your fingers. “Hey, buddy.”

Azriel’s eyes are on you, you’re sure, but you focus on the shadow as you take your seat. “Am I a shadow-singer now too? Just with a really small hoard?”

The smile in his voice drags your eyes up.

“I don’t think that’s how it works.” Mother, he’s beautiful—- but tired again. Hazel eyes are dulled by a ring of dark, and although his expression seems content, the lingering exhaustion is so plain to see.

Your heartburn pulls, and so you take a sip of your tea.

“So it won’t whisper to me?”

He does this half-snort that you remember from last time, and you’re no longer in control of your smile. “Not unless I ask it to.”

Now, that’s intriguing. Your eyebrow raises in challenge, and you try your best to ignore the way his eyes flicker to the curve of your lips—- I must have tea leaves in my teeth— before nodding. A silent agreement, even if he offers a put-upon sigh.

A glance from the man across from you, and your little friend curls it’s way up your arm, wiggling with giddy intent. You feel it settle at your ear, the cold-kiss of its touch forcing you to fight a shiver.

Pretty.

It’s not quite a word—- not quite spoken. But somehow, you know beyond a doubt that is its tiny message, and your eyes lock with Azriel’s.

“Pretty?”

“What?” He sits straighter, brow furrowing and now glaring at the curl of dark at your shoulder.

The laugh escapes you before you have chance to reign it in— a rough bark of noise, startled by the change in his demeanour and pink tint of his ears. “Is that not what it said? I could’ve sworn—“

“It’s not what I told it to say,” and now his voice edges on a grumble, pink spreading to the apple of his cheeks, and your grin has never been wider.

“Can’t control your shadows, eh?”

“That one does seem determined to embarrass me.” He offers the offending creature— is it a creature?— a final warning look, before rolling his eyes. “It was only meant to say hello.”

“I guess my feminine wiles are enough to win over even darkness itself.” It’s meant as a joke, but the intensity in Azriel’s eyes makes your own cheeks begin to colour, and so you clear your throat and quickly switch gears. “So, why are you back again? See an emerald you couldn’t stop thinking about?”

And… he tells you. How he couldn’t sleep, and how the shadows whisper your name and now he knows why—‘little traitor’—, and you tease and try so hard to drag that little not-quite-snort out of him.

It’s good and it’s warm and it’s not quite so lonely, being awake in the dead of night when the man who controls the darkness itself can join you in the dim light of your home. Light that gets brighter and clearer long after your cups are empty and the streets start to stir; dawn is here, and you almost resent it.

“I better go.” His voice is soft with reluctance which curls warmly in your chest, and you offer him a gentle nod as he moves to the door.

“Bye, Shadowsinger.”

And your little friend pools in the dip of your collar bone, in sight but not called away, even as his master slips out into the morning rays.

[skzthelomlhehe]

Telling Lee Know you want a baby~

Welcome to my brainrot part two Lolol the picture of lee know holding that child is making me fucking flip cuz BRO LOOK AT THAT BAYBEEEEEEEEEEEEE TWO BAYBEEES IN A FRAASAMMMMMEEEEE AND THE WAY HE LOOKS AT THE CHILD AAAAAAAAA (Do ignore my over excitement I'm in need of serotonin)

Anyways yeah that's that lol enjoy the little shitpost lmao

Warning: none that much, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, creampies, biting, oral (F recieving)

{apologies if I missed anything}

Genre: smut, fluff, established relationships // MDNI

Masterlist Total masterlist Tag Reqs:@arestoucries

Minho had finally come home from his practice. He was gone by 6 in the morning and by the time he came home it was already 7.

You were bored the entire time since it was your day off so you decided to indulge yourself in some silly magazines you bought on a whim.

Minho walked in to your room to see you lying on your belly, giggling and kicking your feet like a little girl. Squealing even.

You hadn't noticed him until you heard him set his bag down on the desk. You turned to look at him, your face stretched into an ear to ear grin.

Minho knew better than anyone that the look you had meant no well. He sighed, "what now?" You giggled again, scurrying to him with your magazine.

"baby look! A baby!" You squealed, holding the open magazine on his face showing pictures of babies. "Y-yeah I see that please put that down." He pulled down the magazing away from his face. "What about it?"

"gimme one!!" You demanded, that silly grin never leaving your face, a squeak following your demand. (This is very self indulgent cuz that's me rn) "A what??" He yelled. "Ah shh!! Calm down!" You shushed him.

"Ok ok- kitten- calm down-" (I can just imagine him going "aigoo koyangi calm down" or whatever Lolol) he gripped on to your shoulders, looking at you with serious eyes, "do you even know what you're saying??" You nodded excitedly in response, "I do!"

You flung the magazine to god knows where and wrapped your arms around his neck, "Come on babbyyyy~ we've been married for over a year now and I want you to shoot the good stuff inside me toooo~" you pouted. (Very self indulgent 💀)

He sighed again, gently placing his hands on your waist, "are you sure about this?" His voice in a concerned whisper. "Mhm! Don't act like you won't take this chance to absolutely ravage me in like two minutes, darling." You smiled.

Minho burst out laughing knowing damn well you were right and there's no way he could argue with that.

Feeling defeated, he sighed before chuckling and pulling you up in his arms. You squealed, wrapping your arms and legs around him and giggling. He held on to your butt, giving you a soft kiss as he walked you to the bed. (I have a thing for carrying to the bed idfk why)

He let both of you fall on the bed, his wet kisses trailing down your neck making you gasp. Oh how you loved the way his teeth grazed on your sensitive skin.

He unbuttoned your shirt, his lips gliding down your chest before attaching itself to your nipple. You whimpered, goosebumps running through your body.

He bit and sucked while fondling with the other. Your hands found his head, your fingers threading in his hair. You giggle feeling a bit ticklish, "seems like you're very ready for a little one~ you yourself are like a baby, Minho~" you mumbled.

He chuckled, his lips still on your breast making you feel ticklish all over again.

He went down again, kisses followed until he reached your belly. He dug his face on the plush flesh and blowed making you laugh. He really loved doing it for some reason. "What're you doooiiinnngg~" you whined. (Man am I tweaking in public rn I just imagined it gah darn)

His hands glided down to your hips, pulling your pajama pants down. You whimpered as you felt a gush of cold air on your bared lower half. It didn't take long for that cold to soon burn in pleasure.

Minho got down between your legs, staring at your dripping wet pussy like it was a work of art. Shyness overcame you, hiding your face in your hands.

You moaned as you felt his tongue sloppily licked your labia. Suckling at your swollen clit. He let himself savour every bit of your throbbing cunt.

Held on to his head, pushing him deeper knowing he enjoyed when you did so. He groaned as he ate you up. His tongue penetrating your hole. You shuddered under his touch. His beastly mouth that ravished you like you were his last meal.

His fingers made their way inside you while his mouth was busy sucking your slutty clit. You whined and moaned. Your eyes shut, back arched and your head thrown back.

He hooked his free hand under your thigh, grabbing you steady from squirming away. Your cunt throbbed more than ever, "a-aahh Minho... Im... Im cumming...!" You whined.

He shoved his tongue in deeper, as deep as he could. His fingers followed. Both his digits and his tongue messing you up.

With one loud moan you let loose on his face. Flinching and trembling from the stimulation. It's been a while since you guys fucked and your fingers barely held up.

He got up, his chin dripping in your fluids. He smirked, wiping his face with his thumb and licking it up in the sexiest way a man ever could. You bit your lip, a shiver ran down your spine. How you loved this man so much.

He took his shirt off with one swift motion and before you knew it, his pants dropped to the floor. He kissed you, both of your bodies stuck to each other. He positioned himself on your entrace, rubbing his tip on your labia.

"I'm gonna ask you again... Are you sure about this?" He mumbled. You smiled, loving how considerate he was. He might not show it, but you once saw him looking at baby pictures and smiling to himself, his eyes glistening like never before. Another time you overheard his call with his friends and how he wanted a little baby girl.

You placed your hand gently on his face, cupping his soft cheeks, "of course I'm sure, love... It's gonna be our little one after all..." You giggled. Having gotten your approval, with one rough push he shoved himself in making you yelp. Your arms wrapped around him, nails digging on his skin as he thrusted inside you like there's no tomorrow.

He groaned from how tight you were. He kissed you again, his arms holding you in a tight warm embrace. You moaned and whimpered underneath him, feeling every touch, every thrust, every breath and every groan a bit too much.

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, how happy he was to have you, how much he loved you. This was the third time you've seen him this expressive. The first one was when you confessed to him, second one when you said yes to his proposal and now this.

And honestly... You couldn't be happier. The thought of carrying this man's child in your womb made your heart swell in pure joy.

Every thrust was rough yet loving in its own manner. (My ears are legit burning as I write this.) You told him you loved him back if not more. How lucky you were to be his wife.

He chuckled, "you're so beautiful... So sweet... So lovable... Im the lucky one..." He mumbled. He wasn't the type to be overly expressive with his words of affection. But when he was... He was out for your heart with how sweet he was. And hearing loving things from someone who feels awkward saying his feelings out loud just made things many many times better.

A few more thrusts in, he was already close. Usually he can go even longer but today... Today he was way more giddy... More lovey... And it was contagious. You felt your second coming closer too. Also because you already came once and were even more sensitive.

Few more sloppy wet thrusts in, he let loose. Shoving his cock in deeper inside your pussy to make sure every drop of his cum reached you to impregnate you. And you couldn't be happier.

You moaned out loud, letting yourself go as well. Both of you panting from the after effects.

The room filled with sounds of shaky breaths, pounding hearts and loving words in soft whispers.

He flopped down on the bed right beside you, still holding you close. His cock still inside you, "can't having all that milk go to waste now, can I kitten?" He said. You giggled, getting on top of him, "round two?" You asked. He sighed, "do I even have a choice here?"

You shook your head like a child, "nuh uh!"

Fin~

Sorry this if this wasn't as good as expected 😭 I was in a huge rush while writing this so I couldn't make it as good but hope you guys still liked it! Anyways I'm gonna go work now bye lmao~

[noturfavartist]

Reveck's Monster, Viktor's Muse

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends, Riot Games, 2021) Core Relationship: Reader x Viktor, romantic/queer-platonic Genre & Disclaimers: Hurt/Comfort, Friends to lovers, Third person (you/your pronouns used), contains discussions of plastic surgery/mutilation, self-image issues, body horror, Dehumanisation - Reader is effectively a riff on Frankenstein's monster with alterations to fit the Arcane worldbuilding. Take care of yourself and read at your own discretion <3 A/N: Round two baybeee - I finished reading "Under the Skin (Canon)" by Michael Faber and had an idea to make a oneshot inspired partially by that and by the main concept of "Frankenstein" by Mary Shelley :)) also very likely out of character behavior from Viktor here but 1) I've never written him before and 2) what can I say? I'm gay for this man, leave me alone- the ending might also be a bit crap, I might rework it another time when I have more brain power

Corin Reveck never hid what you were from you and always opted to act like that fact was a gift - a small mercy only he could afford you after everything you've been through despite the problems it's caused you. As virtuous as you're sure it is to be honest and as glad you were to know what you were now without having to dig through the ruins of your past to find what you can only assume is ashes now, you could never bring yourself to share that sentiment. Reveck only knew so much about what happened before you'd been sent to him, but everything he did know he had shared; you'd been caught up in a fatal accident, Reveck had found your unclaimed "remains" and decided that you were perfect for him to "save" with his experimental procedures that he had been developing to save his daughter. You were missing limbs and had other severe injuries that required grafts and "donated" - or stolen, more realistically - limbs. The main issue was that he'd failed to realise you were still alive, and it wasn't until after that he realised he had not actually cured you of death but just prevented it with Shimmer and surgery. He very clearly held some resentment for you over that.

Unfortunately, your saviours honesty came with a level of brutality that you never seemed to really get used to. You were his experiment, his creation; something he created with his own two hands, but still nothing more than a by-product on his venture to something far greater. He never let you be deluded into believing that you were his child or a replacement for the daughter he was trying to save, but sometimes you almost wished he would - to have some dignity whenever you needed a shot of shimmer, or some actual care when you needed to be stitched back together or have a limb replaced to keep up with the growth of what was left of your original body. Everything was cold and clinical, all hard facts and blunt reminders that you and Reveck weren't one in the same. He was still human, but you weren't; you were hardly even the same person you were before he found you, now something more akin to a machine created from spare parts and running on a specific cocktail of chemicals to stop you from falling apart. You were more creature than human in his eyes, and that's what he drilled into you for the entirety of your time under him.

Eventually, that treatment came to an unexpected end when you met Viktor, and that end was an extreme shock to the system because he was absolutely enamoured with you. It was purely scientific at that point, of course - there was no real documentation on projects like you, he had never even considered it a possibility to effectively construct a human being over again by using almost completely organic parts instead of mechanical prosthesis. You still remember the odd expression on his face; he was curious, as anyone would be, but you also recall the awe on his face. He had looked at you like you strung the stars in the sky, silently tilting his head to take in every detail of your skin; each freckle and blemish, each visible vein, and scar, and bruise, and stitched up joint, and his adoration never seemed to falter. He looked at you like you were a piece of art, and it was strange and new to you... After Viktor finished that conversation with Reveck, he'd actually returned a few days later and convinced him to allow you to move to Piltover with Viktor for the sake of further study. It took some debating, but Reveck did eventually concede and let you go.

That's the long and short of how you got to where you are now; you'd been in the lab with Viktor up in Piltover for about two years now, and Vikor was treating you in an extremely different manner than Reveck. He treated you like a person - when you spoke, he listened and responded, he didn't poke and prod at you like you were an animal in a cage, he helped you when you needed it, and he even went as far as helping you indulge your newfound interests as you gained a better sense of the world around you again. Naturally, the two of you grew close given that you spent near enough all your time together, but even with all the empathy he extended to you, there were still just some walls you couldn't fully break down. It wasn't Viktor's fault, really - after all the alterations that had been made to your body in the name of saving your life, you found it hard enough to look at yourself so the idea of letting someone else gawk at the mess of what was left created an awful pit in your stomach. He'd tried to coax you into discussing the issue more than once when he'd asked to check your stitches to ensure they were healing properly, but you had shut down the conversation immediately and promised to check them yourself.

One morning, you'd found an issue with some of the stitches in the back of your shoulder and were struggling to repair the stitches on your own. In your struggle, you'd lost track of time and failed to realise you were late going to the lab and noticed too late that Viktor had come to find you. You startled when Viktor walked in on you shirtless and trying to stitch yourself up, but Viktor seemed unfazed by the scene.

"Jesus, Vik, learn to knock-!"

"Sorry, sorry, I was just wondering where you were... What are you doing?"

"Just-... Routine maintenance," You mumble with a shrug, going back to the task at hand. Viktor waches you in silece for a few moments before moving into the room and sitting beside you.

"Let me help - you can't reach," The observation is blunt, though not unkind as he reaches for the needle in your hand to coax you into handing it over.

You relented with a sigh, looking down as you allowed him to take over and stitch up the joint for you. You're surprised by the tenderness and care he takes with you - you'd never been handled so gently before, feeling the warmth of his skin as he uses one hand to close the suture while the other rests on your shoulder with his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin. The new treatment is almost overwhelming, and instead of causing the usual pit in your stomach and bile in your throat when it comes to medical procedures, instead it makes your face feel hot and causes a lump in your throat.

You're both silent for a few long moments before you're startled by a new sensation - the gentle press of a pair of lips against your shoulder just above the stitches and scars that marred your skin. You look back over your shoulder at the man sitting behind you with shock, listening to his quiet mumble as you struggle to find your own words.

"You are beautiful, you know that...?"

"Vik, you- What-? No, I'm... I'm not,"

"You are..."

"Vik, what has gotten into you?" You near enough choke on the words as you force them out, giving Viktor a perplexed look. As you speak, you see him put the needle and thread aside once he finished the process before his hands move to rest on your waist.

"There has to be something wrong for me to be affectionate with you...?"

"It's just... not what I expected," Viktor only responds with a hum, pressing another tender kiss to the back of your neck as his hands wander over your sides. "... No explanation...?"

"Do I need more of one than I already gave?"

"I- Vik, that wasn't a real reason-"

"Fine then," Viktor gives a light chuckle against your skin. "Maybe I just want to."

You open your mouth to argue before you feel more tender kisses that send a shiver down your spine as you suddenly find yourself at a loss for words and unable to really argue with him... You supposed there was no harm in just enjoying it while it lasted, right? You sigh again and shake your head, your body relaxing and leaning back against Viktor slightly as his arms wind around your abdomen.

"You sure that's all it is? This seems... random,"

"I'm sure,"

"Alright... I'll take your word for it," You allow your eyes to drift closed as you feel Viktor press his face into the crook of your neck and lean closer to you, his chest flush against your back as you lay one of your hands over his. You feel Viktor press more kisses to the side of your neck and have to take a deep breath to avoid making any embarrassing sounds in response. "Never took you for the touchy type..."

"I'm usually not... you're just an exception,"

"Why...?"

"You just... are," Viktor shrugs before moving to turn you around, and you comply as you shift into a more comfortable position and feel Viktor raise his hands to cradle your face. You look up at him to see him staring at you with a look of unrestrained adoration, and all you can do is stare back as you take in the warmth of his skin and the sound of his soft breathing. "You're perfect..."

"I-... I'm not, Viktor... I'm-" The words get stuck again, and you feel an odd discomfort rise in your chest while your eyes burn and fill with tears. "I'm a monster..."

"I don't think you are..."

"Look at me, Vik, I-"

"I am looking," Viktor's insistence is firm, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he speaks, but his expression of affection never falters. "and you're not a monster, you're perfect as you are..."

You let out a shaky breath as you close your eyes again, unsure of how to argue with Viktor when he's being so sweet to you as you feel the tears in your eyes begin to spill. Viktor gently tugs you closer and holds your face against his shoulder to encourage you to press closer to him, and you comply. Your body near enough goes limp in Viktor's hold as you enjoy affection for the first time in a long time. A soft sob is forced from your throat when you feel Viktor press more kisses to the top of your head.

"Why, Vik...?" You mumble into his shirt, voice shaky. "Why're you being this sweet...?"

"Because I love you... I thought that much was obvious," He laughs a little, as though the question was absurd, and all you can do is grip the back of his shirt and lift your head to lean into the sweet kisses.

Viktor smiles and leans down to kiss your lips, and you return the smile as you return the kiss. If there was anyone that could make you feel whole again, it seemed to be Viktor.

[misty-moth]

These questions are morbid, but…

In ikevamp, if a pureblood gets a part of their body chopped off, do you think they could somehow reattach it to speed up the healing process or would they have to wait to grow it back like a lizard tail? I’d imagine it would depend on the size of the missing part? I guess?

From Vlad’s explanations, he’s pretty adamant that he can survive just about anything. Even Comte is like “Jean could slice me to ribbons, but he’d be pretty pissed when I waltz back into the room a few days later”. I just… what part would they keep to grow from?? Brain? Heart? I’m guessing heart, but then do they keep the “spare parts?” Do those heal on their own, or decay like a human’s? Now I’m thinking of a pureblood repopulating by asexual reproduction 😭 Jean would not be pleased if two Comtes showed up 🤣

But then if it’s just the heart, could they be decapitated? And then would they just… sit… there? And if they’re regrowing it, when can they move again? How much brain do they need to wake up? That sounds terribly painful.

We only really see how insanely fast they heal from Vlad’s route. To remind anyone, he lost an absurd amount of blood, was stabbed an absurd amount of times, and was 100% recovered in the time it took to get a carriage back to his castle. He didn’t drink any blood on the way (lest he create new vamp children), so that was pureblood magic baybeee.

I went on a tangent, but all that to say… I wanna know how tf all of this works and it has nothing to do with romancing hot historical figures so I’m never gonna know unless—

Faust! I have questions and you’re the only shot I’ve got to get answers! Vlad, cmere.

[nova-siims]

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back like i neva left baybeee ♥

part two of this episode coming soon to a screen near you

[ironglorfindel]

Oh, we in BUSINESS baybeee

I got a 3d printer!

First successful print, off an STL set from DeathRayDesigns. I got the cheapest available printer off of the dread bezos bazaar, and after some futsin' with it, I got it to work. Hopefully, it will continue to do so.

I'd been thinking about gettin one for a while, cause I just start drooling over those Battletech tabletop cities like this one:

Like gah dam

But Hextech always turned me off, in two ways. 1: itsalottamunny, and 2: they come pre-painted. I like the painting side of tabletop wargaming, maybe more than even just the wargaming. Sure those buildings are gussied up a bit, but part of the fun is doin it yourself, right?

So 3d printing offered everything I wanted. Cheaper (in the long run), and the chance to paint whatever I want, however I want.

Here's to new horizons

[justhereformilgram]

Why yes I do find myself becoming enthralled with multimedia stories primarily told through songs and sometimes manga and other ways with characters labeled numbers one to ten who are all so complicated and deep <3

Under the cut is spoilers/speculation for the Kagerou Project and trial one and trial two of the MILGRAM project! If you’re a fan of one of these I recommend checking the other two out! Also discussion of suicide topics and general dark content considering these tragic characters

Ok those up above are just paired by number (prison number and order of joining the mekkakushi dan) but here is how I’d pair them based on power/themes + explanations, maybe even if there was a crossover or au sort of thing. The ones with the blue squares are what I think definitely fit while the others I had to go back and forth on

prepare for a ton of yapping. Lol. Lmao.

Kido and Haruka: Abandonment and attention issues + the power to conceal yourself so you don’t get noticed is really interesting to me… Kido is more confident and blunt than Haruka, and yet, I do think they match up fairly well.

Seto and Mahiru: I was debating on giving Seto’s power to Yuno or even Es since it’s like. I don’t know people pleasing/the whole motif of trying to see inside of people’s minds but Mahiru having mind reading powers compels me, since she’s so empathetic. It would also make her indirect murder so much more messy since she would have likely tried to show her love more if she could viscerally sense her boyfriend struggling, but ough.

Kano and Kazui: now this. This fits like a glove. They’re all about lies and pain baybeee… Yobanashi Decieve is such a perfect Kazui song it’s not even funny. (Using the Will Stetson Eng Lyrics but like. Come on)

“Act normal and all of that, but my heart’s still rushing fast so easily”

“I bit the fruit (apple motif!!) and the snake burrowed inside of me”

“But that’s only right, cause I’m a monster in kind”

“Listen closely to this coward’s beating heart, a selfish face that’s seeped in pain, the only me that remains”

“Though I say I’m really lonely, nothing’s ever gonna change”

Mary and Amane : Okay this is a more of a hear me out but hear me out. Both sheltered from the outside/real world, albeit for different reasons, Amane by her religious organization, Mary by her mom since she has Medusa blood. Petrification as a power would be helpful for amane in that murder and/or not getting hurt again, and/or punishing sinners. Also I think Amane would judge Mary since she’s all about stopping the natural cycle of death with all those timeloops

Muu and Momo: Simply they are both popular and that power of drawing eyes is so perfect for that. Less good for Muu once everyone turns on her but it still works.

Ene and Fuuta: This is so just because digital media like video games and twitter are so important to Fuuta like yes go into the computer buddy and cyberbully on another level. They also have similar outward prickliness <3

Shintaro and ES: this is really just about main characters and retaining eyes probably going to Es…? Wasn’t too sure of this one myself tbh

Hibiya and Mikoto (and John): Ok Focusing eyes I couldn’t really think of anyone since it’s very niche but ehh..? Graphic artist??? I do think a kagerou daze situation with Mikoto and John of John trying to save Mikoto in a death loop would fit them before the twist that oh no, sacrificing yourself just continues a different cycle…

Konoha and Kotoko: they can PUNCH. mostly did this one because kotoko would love to have the power to punch people to death and also. Well. Most inter-party kills. In konoha’s case due to possession but Kotoko would prob use hers for cold hard Justice

Hiyori and Shidou: ok this was Clearing Eyes since timeline shenanigans makes it so that Hiyori isn’t part of the group most loops. Maybe I should’ve put Kenjirou instead… well… welp. Shidou would go that far for his wife, that’s all I’ll say, and also the snake of knowledge fits him

Ayano and Yuno: Wasn’t sure about this one, since tbh Novel ES (the girl one) probably fits Ayano better, but Yuno having such a emotional power, able to express her feelings to another, while having everything she has going on could be interesting. Maybe Yuno matches Hiyori better I don’t know LOL Ayano is my favorite of the kagepro bunch though

[sexhaver]

you seem to have more experience in mtg than i do so could i ask you about the difference between a combo and synergy? the specific example i am unsure about is elas il-kor plus delney plus starscape cleric in order to deal 4 damage to face per creature entering the battlefield (this is in standard if that makes a difference to you)

it's all syntax but there are some widely accepted conventions. generally a "combo" involves two or three specific cards and ends the game, either directly via damage/milling or indirectly by setting up an unfair board state. "synergy" is a fancy term for two or more cards working together to become more than the sum of their parts without instantly winning you the game

true combos are usually defined by winning the game so hard that the optimal deck to house them is built around searching for said combo and either stalling or ramping to cast it ASAP. synergies, on the other hand, tend to just be nice little interactions that incidentally arise every few games. there are a few specific examples that straddle the line here (like Call of the Death-Dweller bringing back Mayhem Devil with a deathtouch counter essentially being an instant win while it was legal in Standard despite not being the focus of the deck it was in), but this is the general logic

what you describe here sounds more like a synergy than a combo, but again, it's all syntax baybeee. hope that helps

[sentientcave]

Once Again I am Asking You to Celebrate WIP Wednesday (Baybeee)

More Rugby! Contains Gaz, a reference to top surgery, a joke about having too many nipples, and no actual rugby. Maybe there will never be any actual rugby. Who can say?

Sunday mornings are always football with Simon and Johnny’s friend Gaz, as least when he’s not deployed. He’s a lieutenant or something, part of the unit that your friends used to be in. He’s nice, if a bit too charming for you to be entirely comfortable around him. On sunny days he always finds an excuse to take his shirt off and flash all his well-maintained muscle at any watchers, but annoyingly, today he’s trying to persuade you to do the same. “Ah, come on, Ripper. You’re gonna be as pale as that one if you don’t get some sun,” he says playfully, jerking his thumb in Simon’s direction. Simon is, as always, fully covered, with long sleeves under his t-shirt and socks up to his knees.

You roll your eyes. It would be physically impossible for you to ever be as pale as Simon, regardless of how little sun you get. “I think between you and Johnny, we’re showing plenty of skin as a group.”

“Never have seen ye take off yer shirt.” Johnny leans against Gaz’s shoulder, blue eyes curious. “Never even change ‘fore or after games. Ye just goan home as is.”

“So?” you ask.

“Johnny, leave ‘im alone.” Simon ruffles your hair playfully. “Lad’s just shy.”

“Not shy,” you say amiably. “Just have several sets more nipples than the average person. Bit self conscious about it.”

Johnny’s eyes bug out. “Really?”

Simon swats his arm. “No not really, Johnny. ‘E’s ‘avin’ us on.”

“Did we come here to play football, or did we come here to speculate on the number of nipples I have?” In all fairness, you probably could take off your shirt without worrying about it now. Your scars are a few years old, fully faded, and you’ve put on so much muscle since (and especially since getting to know Simon and Johnny) that you don’t even notice them when you look in the mirror now. Still, the risk of them seeing, the risk of them noticing and treating you differently is not one you’re particularly keen on.

“Sure we came here to play, but tha’s all Ah’m goan ta be able ta think about noo.”

“Well, I don’t see how that’s my problem.”

Simon’s hand comes down on the back of your neck, that affectionate scruff he usually uses on Johnny. “Aw, come on, Rip, ‘e’s not goin’ to be useful to anyone if you don’t. If you’re not shy and you’ve got the normal amount of nipples, don’t see why not.” His hand is heavy, his thumb brushing across the skin under your ear deliberately. “Wun’t mind seein’ the results of all that work you’ve been puttin’ in myself.”

You give him a sharp look for encouraging the other two, but he’s unconcerned, just gently squeezes the back of your neck. Your knees wobble.

SHARE WHAT YOU'RE WORKING ON! I DON'T DO TAGS ABOUT IT BUT IF YOU WANT TO YOU SHOULD! WIP WEDNESDAY FOR EVERYONE.

[elderwisp]

The Sims is love. List 5 facts about a favorite sim couple of yours, and why you love them so much. Then pass this on to 5 others, whose sim couple(s) you also love. 💘💕

HIHI thank u for this ask! AHHH this is such a difficult question because i’ll get in these sappy/supportive moods whenever i’m working on certain couple arcs! there are even some that are top secret that are truly some favorites GAHHH. this is how i feel like, genuinely:

i do feel like lately, i hyperfixate on atlas’s relationships. one reason is i’m like in the trenches writing-wise where i’m finalizing some things. then the other is it’s one of those interesting dynamics between either parties that feel complicated but also being able to dissect it and go wow, love is truly versatile! both feel valid in their own ways and were the thing that maybe atlas might’ve needed in the moment. i really don’t have a favorite between the two because they’re both so idk, fulfilling to me. i think it would be neat to go over the relationship between atlas/taryn and atlas/rowan ft a wip pic:

𓆩♡𓆪 Atlas met Rowan in a very transitional phase of his life. There was a lot of uncertainty surrounding Atlas's future and it was truly a time where being a pushover was not working in his favor nor authentic towards any of his needs. Rowan has a knack for identifying someone in pain and gravitates towards it. Where Dan believes Rowan tried to take advantage of Atlas's insecurities, Rowan more so wanted to bring out those deeply rooted thoughts to the surface because why hide who you are? There's power in pain.

𓆩♡𓆪 Part of why I believe Taryn and Atlas's relationship would not be viable as of right now is Atlas is still really picking up the pieces of his tumultuous relationship with Rowan. I feel like break ups can go through the similar motions of grief just on a different scale. There's a lot of bouncing back and forth between anger and sadness, so couple that with his coping method creates a lot of chaos. There's a deeply rooted sentiment in Atlas that there is no way in hell he deserves a relationship with Taryn.

𓆩♡𓆪 Rowan sees a lot of himself in Atlas. The both struggle to really connect with their parents and dislike the concept of control. A desire for independence. They're artists and have an appreciation in self-indulgence. However, there is one huge difference and that's confidence. Atlas is much more insecure than he let's on and that causes a huge rift between the two.

𓆩♡𓆪 The other part would be Taryn's current state. I will start off with Atlas has been a huge influence on not only setting boundaries with people but also encouraging her to share her work, growth doesn't come at an incline but almost a jagged, bumpy mountain. (💀) All that encouragement to be vulnerable (the book, trying to open up her heart to atlas, the mf kids at the library) to be met with constant rejection is pushing her back into this almost hardened demeanor. It takes a lot of courage to open up and unfortunately she's reached her limit to do so.

𓆩♡𓆪 Rowan has always known that commitment to one person can feel incredibly constricting for someone who, well, likes to indulge. So while he absolutely adores Atlas, there's some conflict that arises in the notion of an open relationship. Atlas really struggles to grasp that idea (well less of an idea and more of this is reality baybeee) and it triggers those deeply rooted feelings of inadequacy.

𓆩♡𓆪 I will say Atlas and Taryn do take the longest to get together but it is really one of those scenes that makes me emotional. Seeing how they progress until that moment feels like two terrified people finally finding some solid ground in a world that is always shifting. It feels like the one thing that finally makes sense and Taryn, my god, she can be quite the romantic with her words and gestures.

[chaiandsage]

Hello, it is me, I am back. I'm being insane about TL... again... It's my constant state at this point I fear.

Anyways, I was making myself a playlist for the story and was wondering if you had any songs that you personally associate with the fic and/or characters.

I may or may not also be reformatting the bind for a second print with a couple new features (that may or may not pretty much just be making all the comms messages formatted with the Minecraft font so they look more authentic... That's... definitely not the only think I am changing.... Listen, I know I'm insane, we do not need to talk about it)

Okay, so, sorry for the delayed reply, but you probably had no idea just how insane this question was going to make me. Because a lot of these songs are ones that I hold very close to me and some, in one way or another, were even the inspiration for a lot of major plot points that happened in the story. Others, however, I got really into while the fic was still being updated because some of my readers would comment about their own songs that they connected to Trust Life or would even make entire playlists for it--which I LOVED. So anyway, here's two different lists for each of those, complete with explanations that no one asked for on why I think they vibe with the story :D

My Personal Vibes

So quick side story, I worked in retail while I was writing up the story outline for this and most of my job involved doing some very repetitive and boring tasks that left plenty of brainpower to spare for me to think about and plan out the story while I was doing them. And I'm sure you know that most stores will just play a bunch of generic, upbeat, bubbly, pop music on loop the entire day (I kinda vibe with it ngl, but I get that it's not for everyone), but that was what I had to listen to throughout the day and like it or not, that was the music that I ended up coming up with a lot of ideas and fixing a lot of plot holes to. And honestly? I wouldn't have had it any other way. But my point is, if a few of these songs are kinda cheery sounding and don't seem like they have that much to do with the story's usual theme, just know that that's why, lol.

Can't Remember to Forget You - Shakira

Something, something... memory loss, Scott and Jimmy forgetting they were already a couple during Double Life... Neither of them being able to forget each other after the breakup--plus that one "kissing in the moonlight" line inspired that flashback scene that Scott had in chapter 43.

Part Of Me -Noah Kahan

Recognize the title? Chapter 30 baybeee. This was kind of how I wanted Tango's feelings for his previous boyfriends to come off. Not all of the lyrics are accurate, but most of it matches the tone I was trying to go for.

Pick Me Up - Sam Feldt, Sam Fischer

This one made had me thinking about snowbugs 24/7 and for as arguably disconnected from the theme of the story that the lyrics are it had absolutely no right to inspire as many scenes in this fic as it did. It's how I came up with how Scott's escape went after stealing the enchanter back in chapter 31 with him jumping off the roof (fun fact: that fight was originally gonna be during the day and it was gonna be Scott who threw the water and TANGO who jumped, but I changed it). It's also the inspiration for chapter 45 when they're storming the fortress and Scott and Tango have to help protect each other. ALSO--Remember the title to chapter 49??? Yeah, that's literally just one of the lyrics from this song. It freakin inspired the burning garden scene too. Get this song out of my head man, it's taken over my whole personality at this point...

Good Grief - Bastille

More of Scott and Jimmy just missing each other achingly and Scott in particular only being able to watch from the sidelines as Jimmy "moves on" with another man.

Still Into You - Paramore

Pretty self-explanatory. Kinda captures the vibe of the ending imo. Could be applied to almost all of the relationships and not just our main throuple.

Find an Island - BENEE

JOEL AND ETHO!!--Something about them moving too fast in their relationship during Double Life, the "storm" that was them getting their memories back, how they drifted away from each other thinking they'd be better off going without any contact, and of course the whole shipwreck and sailing theme here was just screaming "boat boys" to me.

Avalanche - Christian French

Less on-the-nose, but still a really fun vibe to me. Basically the insanity that followed after Double Life. The players realizing their feelings for other people. Can sort of be viewed more from Grian's perspective since he more or less "started" all this or at least he partially blames himself for it even if he didn't as much as all his friends all thought he had. He started the small tumble that spiraled into an avalanche as the drama continued to influence nearly everyone he knew.

Stitches - Shawn Mendes

More of Scott beating himself up both mentally and physically as he goes through his breakup at the beginning of the story. He can't sleep, can't eat, can't stop thinking about Jimmy... He's barely dragging himself forward on two feet as it is.

Thank Me Later - Sigrid

SCAR AND GRIAN--Basically Grian's whole perspective on Scar. He thinks that the person he loves will be better off if he just let him go. He knows that Scar isn't going to let go of him easily, but he deserves better. He just needs to convince him of that and maybe, as painful as it will be for Grian, Scar will move on.

Sucker - Jonas Brothers

Mostly vibes. Tango, Scott, and Jimmy doing crazy things together during the first three days of the game. Scott and Tango continuing to be menaces to everyone together even after Jimmy died. All three of them being like: "Hey, let's break into people's houses. Let's set things on fire. Let's steal and murder and fight monsters together. And while we're at it? Let's fall even deeper in love--because I kind of just realized that all of this is only fun to me because I'm doing it with you."

Hate You - Poylow & BAUWZ

THIS FUCKING- Okay... I hate that this very simple tune that I heard over a freakin YOUTUBE SHORT ended up inspiring a scene that was so fun to come up with that never even made it into the final outline, but picture this with me for a moment:

Tango doesn't realize his feelings for Scott right before the Wither attacks back in chapter 50. Instead, they're closer to their base when it happens. They just got done having that whole tense argument and "confession" and are still holding hands and staring at each other when Scott points out Tango's eyes again, not knowing what it means. Tango's eyes go wide. He pulls away, running over to their fish pond to see his reflection and... Oh god. No. No, no nonono-- His breathing is picking up. Every soft, caring interaction he's ever had with Scott now pass through his head in a blur. He realizes it was love. Scott asks what's wrong. Tango doesn't respond. He can't. What would he even say? Instead, he curls into a ball and tries to control his breathing while Scott crouches down and puts his hands on him, holding him in a hug as he panics and tries to sooth him, telling him that it's okay even though he doesn't quite know why Tango is acting this way all of a sudden. Tango hates it. He hates that he's fallen in love again and through that, might have very well ruined everything. Instead of being blown up right away, they have a few minutes to talk to each other. And in that time Tango, still not in the right headspace and through panicked breathing, asks Scott the straightforward, hypothetical question: "If I were to break up with Jimmy after this game ends and tell him to go back to you, would you ever forgive me for it?" And Scott can only look at him, horrified as he tries to form some string of words that make sense enough to give a proper response to that question that even he doesn't know how to answer... Up until the wither comes back once more to blow them up before they can even have a real conversation about it.

Haha... Oh well. I don't regret cutting this out to make the plot flow more smoothly (I needed a reason for Tango to check his comm in that moment) and it's mostly the same reaction from Tango either way. But still, it would have been a very fun scene to write that might have added a bit more spice to everything that was going on at the time.

Curses - The Crane Wives

You knew there'd be at least one Crane Wives song in here. I don't think there is a single person in this fandom who hasn't heard this song yet. It would have been a disservice not to add it here. But other than that, obviously, it's the title for chapter 56. The chapter where everything goes wrong and all of the remaining players die in quick succession to Grian and his traps. It's definitely the kind of song you listen to when you're trying to picture a scene where everything is meant to to go wrong all at once. And I love it for that.

Allies Or Enemies - The Crane Wives

No explanation needed. To me, this is the enemies to lover's national anthem.

The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives

Another Scott POV song, 100% (can you tell he's my favorite yet?). But it could also apply to all three of the Flower Ranchers depending on which lyrics are being sung.

"I could have been anyone else" Scott not believing Jimmy when he says he fell in love with him back in Third Life in only a week's time like he had with Tango. Scott thinking that if that really were the case, then he could have been anyone to Jimmy. He is convinced that Jimmy could have stumbled upon and teamed up with any other player during that game and the result would have still been the same.

"Before you made the choice for me" Jimmy being sad and angry with Scott for not accepting that he loved two people and refused to choose between them. Scott making that choice for him by outright leaving instead of trying to talk things over.

"We walked in the dark", "I never gave a single thought where it might lead" Tango and Jimmy, them falling in love while being in blissful ignorance brought about by their amnesia. Not even taking a second to consider that what was waiting for them on the other side of Double Life wasn't all rainbows and sunshine.

"All those empty rooms" Scott feeling alone, going back to a home that feels empty, one he used to share with the person he loved.

"I shine only with the light you gave me" Could be applied to Tango or Jimmy. They have self confidence issues. Tango thinks that Jimmy is the only one who isn't afraid of him. Jimmy thinks that both Scott and Tango could do better than him at some points in the story. They complete him. His life would feel so dim without them in it.

"We could have had anything, anything else. Instead you hoarded all that's left of me." Scott again. He and Jimmy could have had so many more long, happy years together. All that potential is gone now. Why did he have to leave him? Why did he have to such a large chunk of Scott's heart with him when he left?

"I wanna feel the fire that you kept from me." Kinda silly, for a while I thought this line was "kept FOR me" and not "kept FROM me", and I tied it to the act of Jimmy and Scott keeping their hearts warm for each other (whether they wanted to or not) in case the other decided to come back to them. They were mad at each other, but in all that time their love hadn't dimmed in the slightest. But after reading the actual line, I now think it's giving more like, Tango letting his fire out and Scott and Jimmy both accepting that as part of him with open arms, each during their own separate points in the story.

Songs from Readers' Playlists That I Fell In Love With

Can't Sleep Love- Pentatonix

Scott is a tired, tired man.

Your Stupid Face - Kaden MacKay

2nd enemies to lovers national anthem.

Hot Tea - Half Alive

Lots of themes of tea and love going on here.

The Fall - Half Alive

The person who added this song single handedly got me into Half Alive and made them one of my favorite bands.

Human Touch - Olen

Themes of waking up, breaking up, touch starvation... Also just a really fun listen in general.

Where We Started - Bailey Bryan

I think they added this as more in reference to Scott and Jimmy and how they were reconnecting during the first half of the game. But honestly? I listened to this back when the fic was only updated to chapter 29, and as the only person who knew how this whole story was meant to wrap up, it made me think more about the ending, or more like the final few chapters that I had planned out at the time where Jimmy and Scott finally figure out the kind of love that they want from each other after the game ends and try to figure out how to get back to how things were between them before their breakup. And it's a bit of a messy path for them to take, with them being all hesitant to kiss each other at the start of it, but they make it back to where they were before eventually, and I think this song captures all that beautifully.

Dandelions - Ruth B.

Ties to flowers, hopes, dreams... This one had no right to make me as emotional as it did, but damn.

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

TANGO SEEING SCOTT'S EYES--Seriously, he is so transfixed by them the entire fic and only finally gets to see their true color in the last few chapters. I love this.

Human - Christina Perri

"I CAN STAY AWAKE FOR DAYS IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANTTTT"

Scott again with his self-destructive tendencies during the majority of the fic. He is very sad. This also kind of reminded me of Jimmy? Just cause its both him and Scott who are hiding their true emotions throughout the story.

Head Over Heels - Tears For Fears

@Milo-media made an animatic of the fic to this song and now it lives rent free in my head. What happened here. I don't even like 80's music but this song has been on my personal playlist for months now...

Go check it out if you haven't seen it cause it's awesome: https://www.tumblr.com/milo-media/740042336270254080/this-song-is-so-snowbugs-based-of-the-fic-trust?source=share

That's everything (I think?). If you actually did read all of that then... I'm sorry. Lol. Seriously though, please feel free to message or @ me if you ever post your full playlist. I will literally never get enough of people giving me the songs they think relate to Trust Life.

And if you'd like to see the full playlists made by the other beautiful people who read the fic, they can be found right here:

Playlist by Checkmace (Ao3):

Playlist by @nerdyenby (Tumblr):

Playlists by AndIcarusFell (Ao3)

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLg1d9yowJk-82qWZlR3CyiY5Ihf926JPJ

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLg1d9yowJk-9oXUPWiB--1Zy_3W6BNdsm

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLg1d9yowJk-_YpVm8Ex_wgfQee3sXTUXU

[dcviated]

subtle nsfw prompts :: open

send a word for a drabble thing that toes the line (unless?)

@serandipity sent: 「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location ) Noir @ Raguna on the neck. it's vampir time BAYBEEE

"Is it strange if I say I've been waiting for this? Gosh, because it sure feels weird to say." Raguna imagined the only thing worse than the flush on his face right now was how his heart was hammering and how that might be distracting Iris. "I mean, with Blanche, she..." Raguna pauses, frowns. In hindsight he can only imagine how Noire feels about that.

"It was different with her. Because that was all an accident." Just a scrape of the hand that she had licked. Awkward, surprising. And altogether different from now. "Which. I'm glad she did, because if it weren't for that you and I may have had to fight. But now.. if this is what you want. I wanted to have the first time be right. Well, better? For you. For us? Haha..."

The gulp isn't from nerves, but a strange mix of anticipation and excitement. What was the bite of a vampir going to feel like? Would it actually hurt? Noire, having lived a more 'vegan' lifestyle had never this before, so she wasn't sure either.

After a nod of agreement, Raguna pops open the first few buttons of his shirt, opening the collar wider so that the neck may be more exposed. The vein shifts with the swallow, and the Earthmate looks to the vampir with a smile before gently tilting his head back.

"Go ahead. I trust you, Noire."

His heart felt like it was slamming in his chest. A concoction of emotions burning hotter from how close she was to him. Sitting in his lap, the last vestiges of her own apprehension slipping away as the object of her desire entreats her to act. For a moment Raguna wondered if she might not just kiss him instead with how those parted lips approached his own. Then they're pulled back, revealing the two sharp white canines.

And those would be going...

"Haaa.." A shuddering breath escapes him as her hands grip onto his shoulders, her face disappearing as she descends to the neck after one last look into his eyes. Raguna feels a precarious graze of those specialized teeth against his flesh, and so too does he feel her own breath washing over the spot. Hot, anticipation of her own.

Goosebumps and the raising of hairs, any instinct to run or resist quashed before it finds any purchase. His hands grip on her hips. The fabric of her dress furling in his fingers.

And then he feels the sting. Her fangs and lips closing into the jugular. Painful. But not as much as he may have thought. And the worst part was only for that first moment Whether that was because Iris was being careful, or maybe it was just the way that vampir were. Raguna didn't know. But he did know- despite the disconcerting sensation of his life being drawn out in no small trickle-

He kinda didn't mind this?

[cru5h-cascades]

LORE-fi Bag: Corrine's Journal (Part 2)

Part 2 baybeee

I should have written this in part 1 but I'm skipping around in these journal entries. I'm just writing the more story relevant entries.

August 29, 2015

Em's birthday was yesterday so as a gift I helped him get his name legally changed. Surprisingly enough he got both his first name AND last name changed. I guess he just wants to distance himself from his shitty dad as much as possible. I wouldn't blame him. But he was pretty happy after he got the paperwork done. After that we went out for an ice cream cake and I gave Em two other presents: a walkman and a tape deck. Em's also pretty interested in the ancient tech I have around the house so I figured maybe he'd probably like those too. I showed him the blank cassette tapes I have and told him he can use the tape deck to burn music onto those so he can listen to them on the walkman. He really likes that thing...

January 1, 2016

I gave Em a music box last night. I guess you could call it a late xmas present. He loves it. He played before he went to sleep after midnight. His childlike soul strikes again.

I can't help but notice Em's little mannerisms. How curious he gets about new things I bring into the house that I find while I'm out. How he has the tendency to sleep on me sometimes while we're watching TV on the couch late at night, among other things. If my parents met him they'd probably tell him to grow up or something like that. To me, those little things about him are kind of cute. He's a silly lil' guy. It's like having a big ol' cat in the house. And I like that.

May 13, 2016

So the Regina Spektor CDs I ordered came in yesterday and, as usual, Em wanted to know what was on the CDs. He played my copy of Far all. Night. He played the song Eet on that album an unholy amount of times. Oh Em... what am I going to do with you?

July 10, 2017

Em and I are gonna try making music together. I'm not really sure why it's taken me this long to make a song again. It's been a few years since I wrote Balloon Flowers and I had fun writing it. About time I started working on new music. Who knows. Maybe we could get famous off of our music. That'd be pretty cool.

But then again... Em's dad is still alive, at least as far as him and I know. If we got famous he'd probably find out. And I don't want to even consider what could happen if he did. From what Em told me about him that guy is literally the devil but instead of a pitchfork in hand he's got a beer bottle. He's probably not too happy about his son running away from home. If we do get famous... I just hope that he stays the hell away from Em.

August 4, 2017

Em's been pulling all nighters every now and then for weeks now, trying to make music. Honestly, the music he makes is pretty cool. I haven't even figured out how to make music like he does on my own. I'm jealous of him lol. But it's fine. As long as we're making music together I'm happy. But I really wonder... why does he keep staying up late to learn music stuff? Is it just to impress me? I guess that's just another "emi-isim" of his.

April 14, 2018

Em and I found this huge flower field today. I've never seen that many flowers out in the wild. It was incredible. Em brought his sketchbook and charcoal pencils and did an impressive drawing of one of the flowers we found over there. Is there anything this man can't do?

November 5, 2021

BIG NEWS. THIS ONE LADY WHO WORKS AT ONE OF THE THEATERS IN TOWN IS ORGANIZING AN EVENT HAPPENING NEXT MONTH AND WHILE AT WORK SHE CAME UP TO ME AND OFFERED ME A SPOT IN THE CONCERT. I SAID YES RIGHT THEN AND THERE. AAAAH!!! SO EXCITED!!! I NEED TO START PRACTICING FOR THE CONCERT!!!

December 10, 2021

Today's the day!! What might possibly be my big break! Em's out of the apartment right now. He said he'd be there in the theater before we start performing. Em's been acting... weird lately. Like he's planning something. Before he left he told me he had a surprise for me but I had to wait until the concert was over to get it. Goddamnit don't make me wait, Em! Well, I'm sure whatever he's got planned, it's going to be absolutely incredible. Em knows me too well. I hope he likes the concert. I wish both of us could be up there. Em deserves it. For everything he's done for me. I couldn't even imagine what life would have been like if I hadn't found him out on the streets that one day. But one thing's for sure... he's made my life so much better than how it was when I lived in Greensburg. He made me feel more free than I've ever felt before. I feel like I could die happy just knowing that I let Em into my life and we raised each other up. Gotta love Emio...

Ah! I need to start getting ready for the concert! I'll write a little bit more later. I can't wait to see what Em has in store for me!

[mysterystar2]

Artfight!

Back at it again with my FOURTH year of artfight baybeee!!! Really excited and finally made my first banner thing for it :D

https://artfight.net/~Mysterystar2

The characters in order are

1: Gloria - I love her! She's my lil AuDHD baby who's got some levitation powers and is spliced with a chameleon, hence her color changing spots!

2: Sage - I love them! They're my second Spidey OC and are super charismatic. They've got four arms and constantly have to hide them under a huge jacket but it's fine because they can at least be open about it at home :>

3: Sol - I love them too! They're a chaotic lil' fire magic user who's on the run with their apprentice. They're so cool and have a magic-regulating necklace because otherwise it can go haywire as they just got unlucky enough to have unstable magic.

4: Abbi - I love her! She's part of my comic The Shade and is part of the warlord's army. She's a Bright-Shade hybrid which actually makes her weaker than the average lumen. Due to her hybrid-ness, she's lived most her life surviving rather than living.

5: Aria - I love her too!! She's my first Spidey OC and she's got two extra eyes (hidden under her hair). She also has night vision and some other cool powers. She's super sweet and also horrified of spiders and I love her, she's awesome :3

6: Gwen - I love her too!!! She's also part of my comic The Shade and is one of the main characters. She's a Shade who got abandoned as a baby and taken in by humans, and poor girl's got so many abandonment issues because of it all. She's generally learning how to love both herself and find her place in the Lumen world. Please give her a hug she needs it

Either way I'm on team stardust this year and I'm so excited. If anyone wants to attack me go ahead!!! I always have so much fun during artfight and am very excited for this year's fight!

[tokkiasnanowrimo]

nano | day 28

words: 2,231/1,667

notes: FIFTY K BAYBEEE!!! FIFTY THOUSAND WHOLE WORDS IN TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? like what do you mean i wrote a whole 50k words in less than a month. i'm??? like i didn't think i would hit 25k so?? idk i don't have words i'm just kind of baffled. when i submitted my word count to the official nanowrimo website and got to the winners page i genuinely started crying. i watched the 2023 winners video and when they said congratulations i just started fucking bawling because i did it!!!! i'm so proud of myself. i've gone through a horrible, terrible, shitty year, i've felt every sort of doubt and self-hatred and insecurity about my writing you can imagine, but i did it and i'm so happy i finally got around to seriously working on the last chapter and for the first time this whole month i just wrote like my life depended on it. i wrote nearly 500 words in 15 minutes because i just got on such a roll. it felt sort of apt because it was a bittersweet reflection on everything that has happened in the fic so far, referencing things that happen in earlier chapters, talking about the relationships i had built between lucy and other characters in the story. i said very early on that the wendy-lucy friendship would be important in this fic and as i wrote a little part of introspection about that in this chapter i began to get teary eyed while i wrote. while i was writing that i actually came up with another really great idea for the fic that i'm excited to implement. the main scene coming from that idea is short but i'm going to sprinkle hints and foreshadowing throughout the whole fic. there's actually already a line in a part i had already written for the first chapter that works as a hint to it. i hope that when you guys read it you will be on the lookout for the breadcrumbs i'm leaving you and more than that, i hope that the payoff is worth it for those of you who do pick up on it i have two more days left after this and i'm not sure what i'm gonna do now. i have three options, 1) stop and take a break, 2) keep going on this project and try and hit the update every day and hit par every day badges on the website, 3) try get my final two badges by working on a different project (gift exchange fic). i don't know which one i will do, i'll decide tomorrow based on vibes but that might mean the end of this blog for the year. even if i continue nano goals with my gift exchange progress, as per the rules i can't talk about it publicly so there wouldn't be anything interesting to say in these posts (not that i've said anything interesting in any of these posts but. lol) i might do a wrap up at the end of the month but if i don't update this blog again this year, thank you everyone who has followed along for all your support. could not have done it without you. love you lots <3

quote: He had imprinted himself on her lips, on her heart, and she feared that nothing she did would ever make that go away.

total word count: 51,236/50,000

[fangirlinglikeabus]

chapter 50 - doubts and disappointments

Doubtless there was a wide distinction between the rank and circumstances of Mrs. Huntingdon, the lady of Grassdale Manor, and those of Mrs. Graham, the artist, the tenant of Wildfell Hall.

title drop baybeee also sort of fascinated about what this says about identity, it’s almost like these are two different people and their names are bound up with both the houses they live in and their relationship to that house - owning it (and therefore having tenants of her own) vs renting it

I would wait, however, till the six months after our parting were fairly passed (which would be about the close of February), and then I would send her a letter, modestly reminding her of her former permission to write to her at the close of that period, and hoping I might avail myself of it, at least to express my heartfelt sorrow for her late afflictions, my just appreciation of her generous conduct, and my hope that her health was now completely re-established, and that she would, some time, be permitted to enjoy those blessings of a peaceful, happy life, which had been denied her so long, but which none could more truly be said to merit than herself—adding a few words of kind remembrance to my little friend Arthur, with a hope that he had not forgotten me, and perhaps a few more in reference to bygone times—to the delightful hours I had passed in her society, and my unfading recollection of them, which was the salt and solace of my life—and a hope that her recent troubles had not entirely banished me from her mind. If she did not answer this, of course I should write no more: if she did (as surely she would, in some fashion), my future proceedings should be regulated by her reply.

gilbert’s been chugging that respecting women’s boundaries juice i see

I have learned to be merry and wise, to be more easy with myself and more indulgent to my neighbours, and I can afford to laugh at both Lawrence and you.

skfnsjfn king

He had obliged himself to treat her with paternal kindness: he had forced himself not to hate her, and even, perhaps, to feel some degree of kindly regard for her, at last, in return for her artless and unsuspecting attachment to himself; but the bitterness of his self-condemnation for his inward feelings towards that innocent being, his constant struggles to subdue the evil promptings of his nature (for it was not a generous one), though partly guessed at by those who knew him, could be known to God and his own heart alone;

hold up i’m making a connection to rochester and adele here re raising a daughter of a woman you had a relationship with while being convinced she’s not your own. it is not a deep connection because i haven't read jane eyre in three and a half years but it's There i'm sure.