#please don't shoot me-

[nevaroonie]

My Blood

A/N - as we go on to day 2 of redactober it is that I must confess- I don't write for Anton- and forcin myself too will not be pretty- so we may have to do sumin else-

Deputy Read By The Lovely @achios

The Prompt Was - Asininity

Adam(Technically) x Lovely Angsty(?)

TW - Noncon biting, kidnapping, Adam, mentions of screaming, Self Blame

I gave up resisting a long time ago. Resisting made it worse. It made him excited, and it caused him to bite down harder. Though not making an effort to fight back seemed to upset him more. Guess what they say is true, there is no rest for the wicked. 

Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened had I stayed away from that place. It may be possible I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be trapped, screaming for a man who can’t find me— screaming for someone just like him.

But Vincent is different. He listens. He wouldn’t do this... would he? He had lost control once already. Am I safer with him? No! Don’t listen to those words. No matter how many times he calls you Lovely, he and Vincent aren’t the same. And you know that. Do I know that? 

The voices in my head get louder by the second. Some say give up; others say give in— and I don’t know what to do.  Should I listen to them? They get louder by the second. The loudest one tells me to give up, while another one, barely audible, tells me to fight back. 

I don’t have the strength to. Even if I did manage to get free, what would I do? Nothing, because I’m weak. I went looking for the attention of a man who didn’t want to entertain a non-believing human. Even if I could somehow convince myself this wasn’t real— and God, did I want to—I couldn’t.

The pain in my neck told me otherwise. The cries I was making for Vincent sounded like Adam. And the “no’s” turning into “yes’s” told me magic was real. Everything in this situation showed me just how powerless I was.

Was my blood good? Was it really that great? It honestly didn’t seem worth the trouble. Though neither did living. Not like this. I’d rather die than feel his cold hands touch me again. I’d rather die than scream his name one last time. But... that's not how life works. 

Or at least that's not how mine works. I can hear footsteps. They were his; I remember them. Hearing them shortly after that front door shut and sealed my fate. I heard those same footsteps. 

His footsteps... I don’t think I could ever forget them—not with all the pain he has caused me. From a young age, I was taught play stupid games and win stupid prizes, and yet, I can’t seem to stop playing these games. 

So I keep winning stupid prizes. It's cold.. It's been cold for a while. I don’t like the cold. Could he be here right now? I want to turn my head but I don’t want to see him.. No, I want to face him i want him to pay. 

For everything he did to me. That loudest voice started to quieter while the barely audible one got louder. As I felt his teeth graze my neck something in me snapped. Something explosive.. Something dangerous.

When teeth met flesh he met lighting. And I lost the last of my strength.. Everything was so blurry, and I felt so weak. I could make out two figures. I didn’t have the strength to fight off another vampire. 

For my sake, I hoped it was Vincent. I hoped it was him.. He was the only man I trusted in this empowered world now. Could you save me from him?

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Taglist @dawnofiight @achios @sunsickcrab @ashertickler @yournewmusictaste

[frenchublog]

[ruporas]

asking and receiving (bonus below readmore)

[ID: A black and white, digital Trigun comic of Vash and Wolfwood. In the first panel is a close up of Wolfwood's mouth as he says, "Vash". Accompanying it is a close up shot of Vash's eye, widen and cheeks flushed. Wolfwood presses a knee against the open space between Vash's legs and says, "Tell me everything you want from me." Wolfwood's face is equally as flushed. He continues to say, "I'll give it to you. Everything." As he talks, a wide shot shows the both of them in white space. Vash is sitting, leaning a little back with both hands pressed against the surface he's sitting on. Wolfwood is in his white dress shirt, stripped of the blazer. He's still leaning in with one knee in between Vash's spread legs, his right hand touching Vash's lips and his left hand behind his back.

The shot closes in on Vash's mouth and Wolfwood's hand against it, pressing down on the lower lip as he says, "You have to ask though. Go on." His hand moves down to Vash's chin, gently holding it. With a shy and uncertain expression, Vash hesitantly asks, "Um... K... Kiss... Please?" Wolfwood, without wasting a second, leans in and kisses him and indulges by pressing deeper, eliciting a small noise of surprise from Vash.

Wolfwood moves away from Vash first and with a smile, asks, "What else?" Vash tugs on Wolfwood's left sleeve, wordlessly budging Wolfwood to give him his hand that was still behind his back. In the next panel, Vash utters, "Hold me..?" He's holding Wolfwood's left hand with his own while his right hand is reaching for his waist. Wolfwood complies, moving his left hand to Vash's shoulder and his right hand continues to touch Vash's cheek. Wolfwood asks again, "What else?"

More comfortable now, Vash leans in to kiss Wolfwood. Wolfwood catches him immediately, pressing his thumb against Vash's lips to stop him before demanding, "Hey. Ask." Vash looks back in surprise and Wolfwood meets his eye with a quiet, insistent look. They're quiet for a moment before Vash leans in again and curtly requests, "Kiss. Me." Wolfwood says "Good", smiling as he lifts his hand away, and meets Vash's lips. In the next shot, Wolfwood had adjusted his position, sitting on Vash's thigh. The hand that was once on Vash's cheek has moved its way to Vash's nape, pushing away the collar of his jacket with his pinky. His other hand continues to grip on Vash's shoulder. Still kissing, Wolfwood asks again, "What else?"

In the next shot, Vash is starting to turn, moving Wolfwood with him. Vash asks, "Let me on top of you?" Wolfwood says, "Mhm" before asking again, "What else?" The next panel shows a close look of Vash's face. He's looking down, flushed and shy just as he had been at the beginning, but now, more decisive. Vash asks, "Wolfwood... Let me have you..?" A panel of Wolfwood taking Vash's hand into his, pulling it towards his chest. The next panel shows Wolfwood lying down where Vash had laid him. Vash's hand is on Wolfwood's chest, covering the cross of his rosary while Wolfwood's hand lingers against his, loosely pressing Vash's hand in place. He looks up at Vash with a shy smile of his own, flushed cheeks. He says, "All yours."

A panel shows a close up of Vash's tender gaze before he leans down to be closer to Wolfwood. The final shot is a front view of their positions, Vash's face turned away from the viewer; Vash is leaning over Wolfwood who's lying down with his right leg draped over Vash's legs. Wolfwood's left hand holds onto Vash's left arm. With finality, Vash says, "...Mine." End ID]

[ID: A follow up bonus comic in a looser, sketchier style. They're laying comfortably in bed when Vash asks, "What was that earlier?" referecing to the start of the previous comic. Wolfwood glances away and says, "To get you used to it. Asking. And getting what you ask for. Since you're alwasy hesitant about it." Vash's eyes widen, tight lipped. Wolfwood continues, "Knowing you, it'll be a tough habit to break..." When he says this, Vash can't help but laugh, unable to deny it. Wolfwood slowly brings a hand to Vash's cheek and continues to say, "So I'll keep trying -- whatever ways I can... to get it through your thick skull." Vash takes Wolfwood's hand with his, kissing the the palm gently. Wolfwood's eyes soften and holding onto Vash's cheek, he leans in to try for a kiss. Vash says, "Hey..." before stopping Wolfwood's lips with the back of his hand, a smug look on his face, "Ask." Wolfwood's embarrassed and with little irritation, asks, "Really?" Vash smiles, saying, "You're in need of practice too." They pause for a moment, Wolfwood looking contemplatively, before he's leaning in again, asking, "May I please kiss you?" Vash looks him in the eyes and says, "Yes." The comic ends with a "chu", indicating an off-panel kiss. End ID]

[treasureplcnet]

inverness here they come!!!!

[deoidesign]

please please please please please please please let me tell you about this comic I want to make it so bad please I can not wait I am losing it

If I don't make the comic then I'm not going to make it... I need other people to see what is in my brain so I'm not the only one going feral over them

[hawkeyedflame]

y'all get this. you're gonna love this.

i went to renew my car registration online last week and was slapped with a nice juicy "NON-RENEWAL" banner when i entered my information. why, you ask? i asked the same thing!

turns out that i had an unpaid toll fee (?!) from june that i was completely unaware of. because of the way toll plazas are just stupid fucking photo booths now, i don't even remember going through this toll. but apparently i did, because they have a picture of my car going through it. whatever. it's like $1.

here's the rub, though. i never received an invoice in the mail for this, and yes my address is up-to-date. so the next month the fee went up. then it went up. then it went up. then it went to collections, where it incurred a $25 fine and barred me from renewing my registration. the total fee they wanted me to pay to clear my non-renewal was nearly $30. for a toll i never even got an invoice to pay. and for those wondering, in order to view and pay your toll online, you must have either the invoice number from the state DOT, or you must have the ticket number from the RMV after you get a non-renewal. which means that even if i had remembered i went through the toll and had attempted to pay it, i would not have been able to because i never got an invoice.

so i did what any pissed off state-hating woman does. i wrote a dispute letter to the DOT saying exactly what i said above and declaring it unjustifiable and wrong.

i did not receive any automated confirmation email that my dispute claim was successfully submitted, nor did i receive any correspondence back about it. but, magically, when i went to the DOT website to check the status of it this afternoon, as i logged in to the RMV website to grab the ticket number, it was gone. and my non-renewal was cleared.

funny, that.

anyway kids the moral of the story is to always fight back against injustice from the state. they're just bullies hoping to grift people who are too timid or too busy to deal with their bullshit. never let it slide. always fight back.

[soulaanadelrey]

The coldest bunny in the world (Playboy Bunny)

[iamthejam]

band of brother as txt post pt 1 (more to come hehheh)

[zhouxiangs]

i'm a gun, i'm a gun, til the day that man destroys me, i'm a gun

[narsh-poptarts]

Old Man* OC Poll

*"old man" being more of a vibe rather than any indication of gender

just wanted to do this for fun haha more info about these guys under the cut

Andromedus (he/she/they) - genderfluid wizard acting as (unwilling) mentor to Barnes, a young apprentice who would very much like to learn magic please. A grumpy misanthrope who loathes having to interact with other people and ESPECIALLY with other mages. She's an incredible stickler for rules and procedures surrounding magic, because they know a mistake can change the result into something unpredictable or even dangerous. Believes in the art of experimentation and doing it well. They dabble in all things potion, illusion, divination, and other Stereotypical Merlin-level Magic not specified. Despite a generally cold exterior, does have a heart of gold somewhere in there. Does genuinely care despite what most people might think, though the approach to this usually has a lack of compassion (except on rare occasions).

Belongs to my wizard+apprentice story I'm temporarily calling Cursed Apprentice (I'm so bad at titles)

Bartholemew "Art" Hykes (he/him) - chief forgemaster of the Carapace Knights, soldiers that don pieces of the large locusts and bugs that terrorize the land in an effort to fight back. The integration of these pieces into armor must be highly monitored to prevent a host take-over of the Knight, and Art is in charge of manufacturing these pieces to their perfection. Uses the nectar sourced from the Locusts to power the forges and after decades of work has gone blind from working so directly with it. A man of few words and fewer cares to give, can occasionally be found grumbling over the state of the world and how they're not ever in a position to be called "winning" against the locusts, but as long as he's got a job, there's not too much to complain about. Wishes the Carapace Knights would be a little less headstrong and worry more about how they're always at risk of being taken over by the Hive.

Belongs to my medieval dragon-slayer type story I'm temporarily calling Locust

Ulada Vertison (she/her) - one of the last remaining mechanics that has a fascination with tech from the old world and is willing to tinker with it along with the new. Was the one to repair the Robot and give it the ability to interact with the rest of the new world and sent it on its way. Has a penchant for stupid jokes and "positive attitudes", much to her assistant's chagrin. Approaches most things like a mad scientist with too much time on their hands and the soul of an old woman. (That is, diving head-first into experimental technology with a grin and emerging out the other side pinching the "experiment's" cheeks and checking to see if it eats enough). On the shorter side of stature, but that's okay, her large assistant has more than enough height for the two of them, he can be the one to fetch the stuff on the upper shelves (and the lower shelves, and the stuff from across the room, and hey also sweep the floor. She's got a bad back, don't you know!)

Belongs to my scifi post apocalyptic robot story I'm temporarily calling Mezzanine

[ripplefields]

[literally anything ever]

how do i make this about abacelsus 😈

[sad-little-homo]

the infantilization and twinkification of nightcrawler in the xmen fandom WILL be the death of me

[beanghostprincess]

"I can fix him" I can accept him as who he turned out to be and take the blame for every atrocity he will ever commit because he was the literal sun shining over me and I will do anything for him to smile again

[h3adph0nez]

Just started watching The Grape Depression, and I have to say the intro really reminds me of that one Gordon Ramsay clip where it's unclear whether he approves of the dish or absolutely hates it

[zu-is-here]

cupid

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

I need to relisten to s4 so I can study them properly. put them in a little jar and stare at them. I only remember vibes

(edit: I also did colored versions here and here)