#something’s coming something hungry for blood: memes

[the-travelling-witch]

CUTE THINGS WITH HIM

summary: just some cute things they do in a relationship

pairings: atsumu :: osamu :: suna :: kita :: oikawa :: iwaizumi :: matsukawa:: semi :: akaashi :: kenma :: kuroo :: daichi :: suga :: sakusa :: komori :: futakuchi :: keishin x gn! reader (these characters just started adding themselves, i swear)

warnings: only my undying love for these characters

haikyuu masterlist || tokyo revengers version

Letting you stick your cold feet under his legs (with only minimal complaints) x Miya Atsumu

Atsumu is a whiny complainer at heart, so whenever you creep your frigid feet underneath his thighs while watching a movie, he’s doing exactly that: whine and complain. But he never pushes you away or moves his legs. Instead he drapes the blanket higher over you and tugs it in, his warm palms running up and down your calves caringly. He’s also bought you numerous pairs of fuzzy socks and cosy blankets, worrying aloud about your health and blood flow, especially in winter. Then again, it is a good excuse to pull you in closer and bundle you up in his comfy clothes, so who is he to complain, really?

Offering you his food x Miya Osamu

Osamu takes his food very seriously, still, he offers you the first bite without fail. You’re also his most important critic, always getting to taste test his creations, whether it’s for his shop or just for the two of you. He might roll his eyes playfully when you eye his food after saying you’re not hungry but he’ll still share. After all, seeing the content expression on your face as you chew your (or his) food is one of his favourite things.

Sending you stupid memes x Suna Rintarō

The fact that Suna has a near infinite amount of unflattering candids and other blackmail material of his friends on his phone is something you’re well aware of. So it shouldn’t be surprising either that he is digging up the most cursed reaction pics or posts to send them to you with nothing but ‘u’ following it. But, among all the weird stuff, he sends you cute animals cuddling and tags them with ‘us’. Every time you respond with ‘that could be us but you’re at practice’, his teammates come up to ask what he’s smiling about.

Buying flowers without occasion x Kita Shinsuke

Kita doesn’t believe in letting societally accepted commercial holidays dictate when he buys you flowers or chocolates or takes you out on a date. No, he prefers showing his love for you equally all year round. Oftentimes, that means you coming home to a bouquet of flowers or being told to keep your calendar clear for the weekend. To him, grand shows of affection once a year pale in comparison to a steady stream of adoration. After all, your relationship is built on the small acts of love you share each day.

Taking weird photos with his phone x Oikawa Tōru

There’s no room to argue that Oikawa and you trust each other blindly. Considering the circumstances of his career and the vigour of his adoring fans, you kinda have to. But Oikawa has always been very open and honest with you, even going so far as to outright tell you his phone’s passcode. And you use that knowledge wisely. No, not to go through his texts or social media. Instead you open his camera when he’s not around, taking a myriad of selfies or pictures of random objects near you for him to find later. After a night out with his highschool friends, Tōru might wake up to a pretty set of new wallpapers too.

“Helping” him work out x Iwaizumi Hajime

You’re not sure if you’re really all that helpful as you shuffle around your living room, handing Iwa water or a towel as he powers through his at home workout. Maybe ogling his biceps or the way his tank top clings to the defined pecs and abs underneath is what you contribute to this training session. Well, you’re good at that, anyway. But your time to shine comes as Iwa asks you to hold onto his legs as he does sit-ups, giving you an even better view. All your hard work is rewarded with the kiss he presses to your lips each time he leans up. 

“Is this guy bothering you” x Matsukawa Issei

Whenever you stub your toe on the edge of a drawer or bump your hip into the edge of a table, hissing at the shock and/or pain, Matsukawa is right beside you in seconds. Then, after assessing you’re not actually hurt, he turns towards the offending object with a glare. With his voice lowered by an octave or two, he’ll ask “Is this guy bothering you” before pretending to get ready for a fight with the big bad. It’s corny but you’d lie if you said it didn’t make you laugh.

Shared headphones and playlists x Semi Eita

Music is Semi’s passion, naturally he wants to share that part of his life with you. Not only does he play his own songs for you, he also shares his headphones with you, adding all the songs you like to your shared playlist. You’ve also started making recommendation playlists or playlists with songs that remind you of the other and swap them regularly. Driving with Semi is also the most fun, especially on late summer nights with the windows down, going nowhere in particular.

Understanding each other without words x Kozume Kenma

To outsiders, conversations between Kenma and you might seem a little court or even incomprehensible. He just happens to be the type that lets his actions speak rather than his words, unless he gets really fired up about something. Still, your communication seems to work perfectly - or maybe both of you just share a brain cell. Questions like “Have you seen my…” can just be left hanging like this as you’re already pointing out that his old Nekoma sweatpants are in the wash. But no conversations are clearer than the ones you can hold through eye contact alone. Sometimes rolling your eyes conveys more than a thousand words… or however that saying goes.

Letting you win x Kuroo Tetsurō

Despite his suit and tie career, Kuroo is still a playful guy at heart and he’s carrying that energy into your relationship. He also grew up around Kenma, so making a game out of ordinary stuff is normal to him. That said, even if he challenges you in a board or video game, he’ll let you win on purpose every now and then. Not enough to give himself away, but often enough to see your beaming grin. However, if it’s a physical contest like an arm wrestling match, he will let you win (or rather he won’t let you lose immediately) just to tease you over it. Aw c’mon, he knows you’re stronger than this, sweetheart.

Good morning/ good night texts x Sawamura Daichi

Daichi is a busy guy, often out of the house before you wake up or back in after you go to sleep. Depending on which shift he has to work and how your schedules line up, you might not see much of each other for some time. But that won’t stop him from being the sweetest partner, instead sending you good morning and good night texts as well as updates on his day/night, if he has the time. It’s something that came with the territory of not living together before, but the practice never really retired. Equally, it puts him in a good mood to see you update him on your day as well.

Bragging about you x Sugawara Kōshi

Suga is your number one fan, no doubt about it. Not only is he vocal about that to you but also everybody else, whether you’re there or not. Daichi and Asahi are kind of used to it already, but there is always some new unfortunate soul who gets to experience just how smitten he is with you. He never makes it uncomfortable but weaves his praise for you naturally into a conversation. And if it flusters you, that’s just all the better. Although, lately, the classes he’s teaching have picked up on it and are trying to stall for time by asking questions about you.

Writing notes x Sakusa Kiyoomi

This probably started out as something entirely practical. After moving in together, Sakusa just started labelling stuff, writing grocery shopping lists and sticking them to the fridge, especially on days where he left early for practice. By the time you pointed out he could just text you at any given time, he’d already gotten used to this little habit of his. But his messages had slowly turned from chore-related to reminding you to take care of yourself or informing you he prepped lunch for you to just telling you he loves you. The first time he wrote that last one, he blinked down at the note for a few moments before sticking it to the mug cabinet.

Midnight snack run x Komori Motoya

Obviously, Komori wishes his job wouldn’t pull him away from you as often as it does. Though that being said, it also makes coming home after an away game all that sweeter and he feels like the constant change of pace makes him cherish the moments you do get to spend together more than he already does. And he appreciates that you can indulge him, both in his lifestyle and whenever he gets a sudden burst of energy. So yeah, now you’re bundled up in one of his hoodies as you go on a late night snack run, your hand in his as you walk along the calm streets.

Remembering little things about you x Futakuchi Kenji

Futakuchi comes pre-installed with an attitude, no matter who you are to him, it’s his factory setting. And while he’s a lot softer on you as his partner, he’ll still give you a sarcastic quip or poke some fun at you when you complain about something to him. But he always listens carefully and commits it to memory. You offhandedly mentioned you’re running out of something? He adds it to his shopping list. You rant to him about a coworker who’s giving you trouble? Oh, he remembers everything you told him about that guy before (and he’s ready to drag him to hell and back if it makes you feel better). Whenever your birthday or an anniversary rolls around, he never has trouble picking out a gift for you; Kenji could list so many things you’re into or that you could have use for in your everyday life, it’s not even a challenge.

Getting into your hobbies x Ukai Keishin

Keishin has got to be one of the most supportive partners ever. Whatever you set your mind to or whichever hobby you dive into, he’s there to root for you. But he doesn’t stop there; he reads up on your interests, so he can actively participate in the conversation when you talk about them. Similarly, he also adapts to your lifestyle and tries to show up for you in all walks of life. You, on the other hand, also get involved in his life too; his parents were keen to meet you, considering they hounded Keishin to get married in his 20s already. He’d also be over the moon if you showed interest in his work as a coach and met the Karasuno Volleyball Club.

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[suguwu]

Mer!jing yuan save me … mer!jing yuan … save me mer!jing yuan

listen i know this is a meme but—

gn!reader, shipwrecks, yandere. minors and ageless blogs dni.

he's been watching the ship.

it moves smoothly through the waters, parts the waves and leaves a quiet trail in its wake. the sails ripple with the wind, a disturbed pond, until they balloon out, full-bellied like the moon. it's well-made, the ship, and well-loved. jing yuan has seen enough ships to know.

and its captain is just as loved.

he's seen how your men respond to you, the way they laugh merrily but follow your orders without question. they cheer your name after you take the helm during a summer storm, the hungry sea breaking against the hull, lightning forking through the sky. after the storm passes, you stand on the deck, chest heaving. the sun peeks out from behind the distant clouds, and you turn your face up towards the watery light. it burnishes you, warms your wet figure into something more.

the ship sails on.

jing yuan follows.

it's easy to keep up despite the wind catching in the sails, his powerful tail coiling and bunching with muscle as he swims, the scales shining like moonlight beneath the water. he keeps his distance, for now.

the ocean favors you, he thinks, with the way sea spray kisses your lips like a lover, catches in your hair, crystalline droplets crowning you. the salt gleams on your skin when you're on deck, glittering in the sunlight as you weave your way through the deckhands.

he has heard the sirens before, the wailing echo of their enchanting song, and he hears them in your voice. it draws him near, closer than he should, peeking out of the water like the moon rising over the horizon to watch you as you get ready for bed, your windows open wide to the expanse of the sea. he watches, and watches, and watches.

the sound of your voice sinks into his bones, slips silken through his blood. he would know it anywhere, can unwind the thread of it from the patchwork quilt of the sea shanties you sing with your crew. he contemplates speaking to you, but he can wait. he knows the path you are taking, his fingertips weaving a current. he knows where it ends.

jing yuan knows patience well.

your laugh shimmers like moonlight on the water as you dance a jig with your first mate, bouncing merrily. the sea laps at the hull of your ship, peaceful and sweet, belaying the tempest it can whip into.

he can taste the storm coming.

it hits that night, the bruised clouds swallowing down the moon, the sea churning, white-capped waves like teeth. the ship is buffeted by the howling wind, sent skipping forward as you yell to your crew, voice firm. it is only because he knows you so well that he can recognize the waver to it.

the storm grows.

it catches the ship in its teeth, drags it to and fro like a dog with a bone. you yell until your voice goes hoarse, rasps like the waves against the pebbles of the shore. the ship keels under the press of a hungry wave. jing yuan hums to himself, the sound lost to the storm, and dives.

beneath the roiling surface, the ocean welcomes him, the currents tickling against his powerful body as he keeps pace with the ship. the current he'd spun swirls around him like a tapestry, warm and familiar.

it does not take long to see them.

his mother the sea has whittled the rocks into gravemakers to feed her unceasing hunger. beneath the surface lies the wreckage of several ships, rotting in the ocean's maw. they are barnacled, wicked-mouthed things, the gravemaker rocks, pointed like spears and dark enough to meld with the ocean's blackened surface. the current ripples around them.

they rend your ship asunder.

they tear through the wood like teeth to meat, ripping through the hull with a ravenous bite. the sea howls her delight as the hull splinters; the water rushes in, eager to devour. as he surfaces, watching, waiting, jing yuan can hear your voice pitched with fervor, lined with a well-hidden panic.

a wave rises and crashes into the ship, pinning it further onto the rocks. the hull gives. it folds into itself like a paper crane crushed in clumsy fingers; the water swallows it.

jing yuan knows the second you hit the water.

he calls the current to him, following its beckoning fingers with just a few pulses of his powerful tail. he surfaces to find you floating amid the wreckage, blood seeping from a few scrapes and scratches.

he hums and gathers you into his arms; lets the warmth of your skin sink into him. you stir for only a breath before sinking back into unconsciousness. but your heartbeat is strong and steady.

jing yuan wraps himself around you and dives again. he has been patient enough.

this is always where your path was leading.

[ambrosiagourmet]

Has anyone requested Marcille for the ask meme? If not then pls

Marcille!!!!!!!!!

First impression

Gay? Interesting elf girl with a really good design for a female character oh my god thank you. She gets to wear pants!!! It's a miracle!

Impression now

BELOVED HALF-ELF OF MY HEART... most determined member of the party, maybe second only to Laios. Not that it's a competition.

Girl who carries the weight of her existence in her heart everywhere she goes. Girl who doesn't know how to just exist because that would mean surrendering to the things time will take away from her. Girl with bloody knuckles who clings too tightly to the things she loves because she remembers a time when she didn't realize what they meant to her.

Girl who must shape a life too big to hold all at once. Who stares into that impossible task so unflinchingly that you kind of want to tell her to run away from it for a bit. Be a bit more of a coward, Marcille! But she doesn't have time to be a coward!! She's hurtling towards her goals at terminal velocity. But the same love that keeps her tumbling forward also pulls her back from the brink. Because she's still figuring out the balance.

Favorite moment

Rabbit chapter... my god rabbit chapter.........

Genuinely maybe my favorite chapter in the whole manga. It hits such an incredible peak of humor and raw emotion and impossibly ridiculous situations and grounded believable character writing. And no part of it is separate from the others.

What a fucking chapter. And what a fucking thesis for why Marcille is such a good character. Her being ridiculous and her being incredibly determined and her being powerful and her being scared are ALL part of her. Man. Marcille. She will do anything to pull through for her friends.

And then on top of it the way the Lion takes advantage of this moment to pull her strings. Which is just. So horrifying to watch because you want someone to give her a hug but all the people who would give her a hug are currently DEAD and she's left in a room along and exhausted with a manipulative, abusive, hungry opportunist. God. God. I love Rabbit Part II So Very Much.

Idea for a story

Umm hi sorry I am still busy thinking about Rabbit Part II. Please enjoy some shameless self promotion while I go lie down for a bit.

Unpopular opinion

She's bisexual!!!!! Normally I don't hold so fast to like "well canonically this character was into A Man so she can't be a lesbian blah blah blah" but it does bum me out that people ignore her succubus because I really do think that bi Marcille deserves more love. It doesn't make her any less into women sheesh.

Favorite relationship

Sorry I was thinking about Rabbit Part II again what was the question? Favorite relationship?

Yeah I dunno maybe Marcille and Laios? I kinda like the part where they rely on each other because there is no other way through and share an unnamed intimacy born in blood and bone and the way that they place impossible burdens on each other and owe each other their lives many times over and neither holds it against the other or asks for the repayment of debts that can never be repaid, choosing instead to keep walking into the future by each others sides because what else can you do. What else can you do.

They are pretty cool I guess. I'm normal about them though. Haha.

Favorite headcanon

I imagine that castle staff help Marcille with her hair on a day-to-day basis because leaving it just to personal friends and family would probably be impractical. But also I think Chilchuck, Laios, Falin, and also especially KABRU all learn enough to help her with it. I think that the first three learn some basic nice stuff but I think Kabru would get really into it.

That man could absolutely intensely hyperfixate on something like "nice hairstyles from another culture" for three to six months and come out the other side an expert.

[faejilly]

one thing i hate in fics is when they say that alec is less flexible than magnus, matt being less flexible than harry? absolutely.

but ALEC LIGHTWOOD accomplished warrior, master archer, and much more, being less flexible than magnus just doesn’t make sense to me,

like i’m my mind all shadowhunters are crazy insane flexible bc it just doesn’t make sense that they’re not, so that whole notion is bullshit to me and once i would love to see alec being more flexible than magnus

12/10... I would say no notes but actually I have SO MANY NOTES so the meme dies with me. (This is not a new thing. 😅)

There are a lot of different types of 'flexible' but I will agree that like... Magnus' physicality is absolutely partly about knowing he can handle any situation thrown at him, is part self-defense and psychological armor and health, strengthens his magic and his mind and his mood, but it's also for FUN and dancing and teasing and playing!

And all of that, even the self-defense & fighting when necessary, is entirely different than the physicality of a trained soldier who fights every single damned day of his life and has since he was (at least) ten, and probably younger.

(Shadowhunters were all child-soldiers! They're deeply fucked up and violent and competent! EMPHASIS ON VIOLENTLY COMPETENT.)

And I wrote a whole tangent on child-soldiers and Alec as a mentor but that is NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT WHOOPS, I'll try and come back to that somewhere else at some point.

The whole point of Shadowhunters, however, is that they can successfully fight demons AND (however reprehensible this bit is) they have the skill & power to subjugate the entire Down World, including the Warlocks who have vast and flexible magical powers that can pretty much do anything they want them to.

Now, part of this is numbers, because even if they are in a constantly losing battle against the demons, they do still have children which as far as we know none of the Downworlders can manage.

But part of this must be that they can, in fact, handle/fight against magic, demonic skills, and people who have hundreds to thousands of years of experience keeping themselves alive in a world that is hostile to them. They can hold their own against vampires and werewolves and warlocks and even seelie knights who ALSO TRAIN TO FIGHT FOR DECADES OR CENTURIES, because the fae do in fact prefer to stay in their own realm rather than fight for an equal seat at the table with the nephilim.

Like. WTF think about that. The Seelie Queen is capricious and powerful and power-hungry and terrifying and she lets her people be second-class citizens in our realm because it's not worth trying to fight the nephilim.

Now part of that is clearly she doesn't want to have to be the one dealing with demons and she does in fact have her own realm to live in, but still.

STILL.

Nephilim must be absolutely horrifying.

The most famous 'greeting' from angels when they meet humanity is "Be Not Afraid" but nephilim want and encourage that fear.

They are infected with angelic grace in a way that overrides their humanity, in a way that even overrides demonic power, because children of nephilim are always nephilim even when they don't know it, even when one of their parents is demonic or Downworlder. (Even Jonathan Morgenstern is still a nephilim, as well as everything else he is because of Lilith's blood & Valentine's abuse.) They have runes to enhance and control and shape their angelic grace, but even without a single rune activated they are not mundane.

Even a bb!nephilim with minimal training like Clary can survive being thrown off a building and breaking every part of her body. She survives! (When apparently unprepared and without active runes!) Long enough to be healed with magic/iratzes/handwaved-something-or-other off screen and for it to be entirely irrelevant five minutes later. Alec gets stabbed in the heart with adamas (which has been shown to be very hard to heal from in other contexts!) and is fine the next episode! We all kind of complained about the lack of healing/comfort/explanation in the show, but THINK ABOUT IT.

They can heal from almost anything to the point that they're child soldiers who don't even have to learn what mundanes would consider basic first aid because they don't need it.

Magnus puts on a good show but he is terrified of the Circle returning. Now there are a lot of very good reasons for this, including politics and prejudice and systemic power structures but it is also because nephilim even on an individual level are terrifying.

They have to be, or their historic ability to oppress the rest of the world falls apart. They can neutralize and hold their own against vast cosmic powers (the more powerful demons) and ancient vicious capricious warriors who have no love for them (fae) and/or wild magic powered by incredibly emotional beings who are terrified for their lives and souls and giving it their all because they have absolutely nothing the fuck left to lose (warlocks), and the nephilim consistently, reliably, win.

Not without cost, of course, but still. They win. They are not trained to survive or outlast or get away to hide and fight back another day, which is clearly the goal of most Down Worlders. They are trained to end a threat quickly and economically and sacrifice themselves if necessary to do it. (Survival is preferable, so you're around to fight the next thing too, but it is understood that it is not always possible.)

Realistically, this means that if a nephililm is actually trying to fight they will be able to do things with their body that are impossible, and they will be able to work through damage that would be fatal to everyone else without even flinching, and if you're close enough to see how a nephilim can really move you're probably already dead you just don't know it yet.

[cutepresea]

Posting about Shirabe Meshi bonus pages from the currently released volumes since there's no new chapter this month (it'll be back next month along with volume 4's release)

I'll do separate posts for each volume, this post being for volume 1's

So first off, there's the one on the cover under the sleeve

It starts near the end of G, when Nastassja used the moon's systems to fix its orbit

And then she died...or did she? (Of course not, this is the official Everyone Lived AU)

[Heartbeat confirmed]

[Fully committing wheelchair's remaining output to life support. Commencing preservation mode.]

Later, during the space shuttle rescue:

Afterward, she tells them that she was saved because there was "clean air" (referencing a line of Maria's in XV that gets memed a lot by the Japanese fandom)

The pages after each chapter:

Chapter 1's has Millaarc changing to her Tiny Bat form in order to fill herself with less food and she gets smacked by the owner of Flower who thinks she's a large bug

Chapter 2, Kirika is really hungry but Shirabe doesn't have time to caramelize onions like she did for the curry this chapter, so she puts chopped onions on a paper towel lined plate and wraps it, microwaves them for 3 minutes, then puts them in the pan for 10 ("if you're having too much trouble, pre-made packets of curry are fine")

Chapter 3 has Hibiki and Miku in the bath. Hibiki is happily talking about cold baths in the summer heat and poor Miku is freezing. It's labeled as "the night she took things too far" (in chapter 3, Hibiki blamed herself for Miku getting sick saying she "took things too far the other night")

Chapter 4 has art of Chris labeled "Hot blooded teacher version for when grades are poor"

Chapter 5...okay my previous post for chapter 5 didn't go into detail because that was when my wisdom teeth hurt so bad I had to get them removed so just know Tsubasa got Shirabe's help to cook yakisoba on Fudou's television program.

It says that after that, the show got renewed as a series where Fudou acts as assistant to a young girl, but instead of actually helping cook, he just causes problem after problem. It became a big hit in living rooms everywhere. Little by little, he eventually gets better at doing things like cracking eggs and the viewers have started to warm up to him

(note that his original show comes back in a later chapter and then gets bought and canceled by Adam who then starts his own show)

Chapter 6 is a picture of Serena in her school uniform (with the Nephilim) that says "looking forward to school"

The bonus manga at the end:

Shirabe is staring at Kirika, as she does, and her "passionate gaze" is "making (Kirika's) heart throb" 😂

But then...

"Kiri-chan's head...reminds me of something..."

"But the way Shirabe's staring at me reminds me of something..."

"A SHOEBILL"

[darethshirl]

soooo you know how when it comes to ask memes, normal people reblog the list and wait for others to send them asks? well. im not normal. I did THE ENTIRE LIST from here because… I’m mad with power? I guess? also I really really need to put some effort into characterising my poor bg3 ocs. and yep thats ocs plural!! I made a durge and didn’t bother to make a post for her here. so!! introductions!!

Cassiopeia, she/her. High Elf with the Noble background, Wild Magic Sorcerer. Chaotic Evil. Self-possessed with a calm outward demenour that belies her ruthlessness. Power-hungry (as is her right!!) and uncaring of how many people die in pursuit of her goals. Classy and graceful. Snooty. Loyal only to her friends and family, and she doesn’t have that many friends or family. Drawn to danger, and surprisingly cavalier about taking risks. But then again, why shouldn’t she be? She rarely faces consequences, and what her money can’t fix, her magic does.

Rin, she/they. Wood Elf, Spore Druid. Durge who resists! She’s been fascinated with death and decay ever since she was a little kid, and has been shunned as a weirdo ever since. Generally a quiet person who keeps to themself, she finds the beauty in everything, even the grotesque. But while she respects and appreciates death, she doesn’t actually like doing the killing… She’s only in act 1 so far but already she’s drowning in guilt and confusion. She’s not having a very good time at the moment, if she’s being honest. :(

(and yes theyre both romancing astarion 🤡 who else)

anyway!! let’s go! also I’m tagging @fadedsweater, @effelants, @roguelioness, @korcariiwitch and @potatowitch to do this too if they want to (yes the entire list if you have the strength!! I dare you!!) and any other hidden bg3 mutuals/followers I might have 👀

what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)

Cassiopeia: Like a subtle spritz of jasmine perfume, just enough to notice but not to overwhelm. After a tenday she… still smells exactly the same, since she uses prestidigitation with impunity. No need to show any flaws when you can hide it all with magic!

Rin: Like grass and the faintest whiff of decay. After a tenday add some stale sweat, mud, and the metallic tinge of old blood.

what would their blood taste like to vampires?

Cassiopeia: Sweet and rich after a lifetime of good meals, with an aftermath of something tingly from her Wild Magic.

Rin: Her healthy lifestyle leaves her blood clear and refreshing, with an imperceptible fungal bitterness if she’s forgotten to dismiss her Spore form.

how would they kiss their LI?

Cassiopeia: In public? Proper and sweet little pecks. 😌 In private? She gets Bitey 😈

Rin: Whether in public or in private, she kisses the exact same way: arms around Astarion’s neck, eyes closed, with all her focus.

how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?

Cassiopeia: She actually plonks down and falls into the Elf Trance pretty easily, so both she and Astarion are usually side by side in that meditation pose like weirdos 😂 Sometimes Astarion spoons her from behind in his sleep tho. She doesn’t mind.

Rin: Oh, she doesn’t sleep 🙃 Too dangerous. When she’s too exhausted to resist she basically curls into a tense tiny ball of a fetal position. She usually asks Astarion to watch over her in case she "sleepwalks" again, so he’s gotten into the habit of keeping a hand on her back.

what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?

Cassiopeia: Always sets her tent by the shade. Sorry, did I say sets her tent? I meant her Mage Hands set her tent (she gets two cause she’s a sorcerer, Gale, and if that’s not proof sorcerers are the superior class she doesn’t know what IS.) She keeps the materials light and breezy, since she can always use her magic to warm the inside up if she needs to.

Rin: Under a tree OR next to a boulder OR under a tree and surrounded by boulders. The more closed-in and cozier the better. Also she genuinely doesn’t mind mud, so she might volunteer for the spot if no one else wants it.

if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?

Cassiopeia: oooh this is a fun question 👀 I’d say her colour scheme is light blue ooor white/gold, so she gets a custom set made of lapis lazuli, and an opal one as back-up. All made with real gemstones, of course.

Rin: A set made of wood. She carved it herself!

do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?

Cassiopeia: No. Collecting things is for children.

Rin: She likes picking up cool rocks :) hasn’t had the time to look for any lately tho :(

if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?

Cassiopeia: Ooooh definitely in the Gale’n’Astarion club. She waits for Gale to finish his verbal analysis essay only to respond with “I disagree.” She offers no further comment. Also she and Astarion like to make fun of any character making stupid decisions… according to them, of course.

Rin: She doesn’t actually like to read lol. She knows how to, she just… doesn’t really find it that fun, and it makes her head hurt if she reads too long. She doesn’t mind if someone reads out loud to her tho, and Wyll is usually the only willing to do it, so… trashy romance education, here we go!

if they had to be put in a “get along shirt” with a companion, who would it be?

Cassiopeia: It’s got to be Gale lol. Though really, he’s the one getting all up in a huff when Cassiopeia is surprised human wizards are actually good at magic. She’s chill. She’s not even picking a fight, she’s just stating that humans study magic for less time than elves so naturally they’re worse at being a wizard. That’s just common sense!

Rin: No one really. She’s too sad and quiet to pick arguments.

do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?

Cassiopeia: Speak With Dead baybeee 😎😎 She looks super cool doing it. Also fuck them dead people, they’ve got no rights.

Rin: As a druid she’s more or less obligated to cast Speak With Animals from the moment she wakes up. Just in case!!

what are their thoughts on clowns?

Cassiopeia: Pathetic. Unfunny. Food for the uncultured masses. If all clowns died out overnight nothing of value would be lost.

Rin: Clowns are fun! :) It’s always nice to bring some joy and laughter into the world.

their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?

Cassiopeia: “Okay but how rich do you really think she is?? Like patriar rich? Richer?? Also do you think she’s killed any of her servants. Like she seems the type to blast one with magic when displeased. Okay place your bets on how many servants she’s killed, starting bet is 500gp.”

Rin: “Hey, are they… okay…? They doesn’t look okay. 😐 I'm pretty sure they cried themself to sleep last night.”

what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?

Cassiopeia: Astarion’s mean comments never fail to make her laugh. She has a restrained and surprisingly low laugh, coyly covering her mouth out of habit even when she’s in private.

Rin: She doesn’t have much to laugh about these days, but when something does surprise a laugh out of her it’s always full-bodied and earnest, making her eyes crinkle.

do they have any inside jokes among their companions?

Cassiopeia: She and Astarion share Looks ™ when the rest of the team is being too goody-goody. Also when they’re mocking an npc without bothering to open their mouths. Tadpole-to-tadpole communication baby!

Rin: She’s a bit too stressed with all the amnesia and accidental killing to make any jokes, inside or otherwise.

what’s the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?

Cassiopeia: Expensive, silky garments, tailor-made. The quality is unimpeachable. Might not be the best idea to traverse the wilderness in them, though.

Rin: Rough but sturdy homespun clothes. These were build to last. Ignore the suspiciously blood-like stain, that’s just spore residue. Probably. 

what’s the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?

Cassiopeia: The only thing smoother than this satin is the skin underneath it. For a classy, intimate night out.

Rin: Utilitarian but comfortable. A small R is hand-stitched at the back.

how do they celebrate their birthday?

Cassiopeia: Throws a huge and lavish full-day party with hundreds of guests at her mansion, with paid entertainment and vast amounts of alcohol. She swans around in her Designer Clothes (Faerun Edition) for like an hour before she fucks off somewhere private to do the fun drugs. And maybe bang someone. It’s her birthday, after all.

Rin: She doesn’t actually know when her birthday is 🙃 And even if she did the rest of her Circle wouldn’t really care.

what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?

Cassiopeia: askjdh okay I think she’d binge Succession and COMPLETELY miss the entire point of it 😂😂 Logan is like legit her favourite character and she hates the kids, she finds them annoying and frustrating. Like, just stop failing!! Just be smart and competent, and then your dad will love you! How hard can it be, jesus!

Rin: oh man her life is so sad that I think she’d curl up in bed and watch a sitcom like a zombie all day long. She just needs those few hits of laughter serotonin to give her strength, you know? 🥺 I haven’t watched enough sitcoms to choose one for her, maybe Friends?? She seems like she’d like Friends. Ross is her favourite.

do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what’s the title + description?

I DO NOT 😭😭😭 I HAVE FAILED AS AN OC CREATOR LMAO. maybe if i ever make some I’ll come back here and edit it but lets be real im not gonna do that lol. thats not how i operate. i just put all the songs on my humongous unorgonised Favourite list and then never open that list ever again

if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?

Cassiopeia: Carrying things is for the plebs, darling. You might get a golden ring or two though, if you’re lucky.

Rin: Healing potions, some botany ingredients, also random daggers she keeps picking up and forgetting to sell. Don't think too hard about it.

[everything-written-down]

@notabuddhist tagged me and apparently it was two weeks ago because time slips through my hands like water and entropy comes for us all! ANYWAY here are five songs I’ve been listening to a lot lately:

Stereophonic is going to win best play at the Tonys tomorrow and I would lose my mind if it beat out four actual musicals for best score. I’m fucking obsessed with everything about it. The band in the play is loosely inspired by Fleetwood Mac, and this track gives me The Chain (not incidentally, my favorite Fleetwood Mac song). Score by Will Butler of Arcade Fire! (SUCCESSION FANS: Juliana Canfield is in it and she can SINGGG)

This new recording got into my blood the second I heard it. I like the original but this one is PRIMAL for me. The arrangement. The build. The drums the drums the drums. It’s so vast. I can’t stop listening to it. A MIGHTY WIND BLOWS THROUGH MY HEART.

I’ve been so hungry for more Chappell that I gave some of her older stuff another try and like immediately imprinted on this one. Something about the chorus and what her voice does and the drum lick. It’s just the exact languorous lil jam to make me feel like I’m 23 with a crush again (and not the worst companion in the world to being 34 with a crush, either).

I am ONLY a human BEING; how could I resist this bop and why would I want to??

A VERY GOOD COVER.

DO PEOPLE WANT TO DO THIS? I haven’t tagged a tumblr meme in so long help. Please do it if you want to and you can even say “@elizabethactual tagged me” if you want, I’ll be charmed!!!

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Everything Has Changed - Chapter 8

Previous Chapter

Chapter Song Inspiration: "Bad Habits" - Ed Sheeran ft. Bring Me The Horizon

Chapter Warnings: alcohol consumption, blood drinking, EXTREMELY miled dub!con (both parties are drunk)

Spotify Playlist: Here

Author Notes: Thank you all so much for reading, reblogging, liking, and commenting on this fic (and the first one)! If you are interested in supporting me in other ways, I have a Ko-Fi link. ya girl has been behind on bills for two months and i've got a dog to feed, and every little bit helps <3

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Chapter 8: My Bad Habits Lead to You

The streets of Daggerford were bustling in the late afternoon light, and Fallon could feel the sense of calm that came from being in a crowd rush over her as she walked with Gale. It was a small town to be sure, but after seeing no one other than Astarion, Gale, and the occasional passing traveler for nearly a month even the small crowd was a welcome sight. Fallon preferred to be in crowds of people for a number of reasons, and all of her reasons pretty much directly contradicted each other. Fallon preferred populated areas because nobody was sticking their noses in other peoples’ business. She could blend in with the crowd and be completely anonymous, if she wanted to be. People were often so engrossed in themselves that they didn’t notice what wasn’t directly invading their space. 

On the other side of the coin, Fallon liked living in populated areas because it felt safer. One would think that based on the idea of blending in with the crowd and the anonymity large groups afforded a single person, it would be more dangerous because nobody was paying attention, but people paid attention when something was out of the ordinary. A woman screaming because somebody stole her coin purse, or a man collapsing in the middle of the street? Those were abnormal occurrences that forced people to get out of their own heads and pay attention. Case in point: Fallon was certain the Szarlnaxi vampires would never have ambushed them in Daggerford, even in the middle of the night.

There was a bookshop across the street from the inn, and Fallon nudged Gale and nodded her head in that direction. “Maybe they’ll have some books on sorcery, or some magic scrolls you can use to re-teach yourself some spells.” She suggested. Fallon knew Gale was eager to get to Waterdeep so he could pour through his personal tomes, and take advantage of the wealth of knowledge likely waiting for him there. Maybe there would be something here in Daggerford that could give him a head start. 

At the sight of the bookshop, Gale’s face brightened. “Have I mentioned recently how grateful I am to have you as a friend? Specifically, as the type of friend who is willing to spend time with me in a bookshop?”

Fallon chuckled as they began walking towards the shop. “You’re not the only person who likes to read, Gale.” 

“Indeed. I seem to recall books being the first thing you and I bonded over.” Gale smiled. 

Fallon was not nearly as hungry for knowledge as Gale, and she preferred works of fiction, but that was one of the great things about Gale. He loved reading for the purposes of learning something from a non-fiction book, but that didn’t mean he never picked up a novel, and Fallon learned early on in their friendship that he had read many of her favorites (including the romance novels).

Fallon smiled back at him, and nodded. “I need something new anyway. Astarion has been hogging the books I brought with us for himself.”

“I thought I saw him reading your favorite last week— the one about the boy at magic school.” Gale recalled, and Fallon stopped walking. It took Gale a moment to realize she was no longer by his side, but once he did he doubled back so he was standing in front of her. 

“Fallon? Are you alright?”

“You— you remembered I like that book?” Surprise shone in her eyes as she stared at her ex-boyfriend. It wasn’t that she thought Gale wasn’t listening back then when she shared information about herself. Fallon just assumed he’d forgotten by now after being apart for so long, or that Mystra had somehow managed to take away his memories of Fallon, too (something Fallon had previously assumed to be unlikely, but that was before the goddess revoked Gale’s access to magic out of spite). 

“I remember everything about you, Fallon.” 

Fallon instantly recognized the soft look in Gale’s warm, brown eyes for what it was: adoration. It was a look she’d seen hundreds, if not thousands, of times before. Even before they were romantically involved, Gale always looked at Fallon like he thought she hung the moon. Seeing that look on his face made her heart stutter in her chest, scaring her both because of how it made her feel, and how it likely meant Gale still felt. 

Despite her fear, Fallon offered Gale a half-smile and stepped towards him. She reached out and took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently. “You’re a good friend, Gale.”

Gale smiled back at her. “Not half as good a friend as you’ve been to me, despite everything.” 

The two of them stood in the middle of the street just staring at each other for a moment longer as Fallon’s mind reeled from the realization presented to her. This couldn’t be happening. She wouldn’t let it. She couldn’t. For so many reasons, she couldn’t. Gale and Fallon were snapped from their moment when a man pushing a cart knocked into Gale, pushing him towards Fallon as he passed by. “Stop standing in the middle of the bloody road!” The man shouted, and Fallon waved apologetically before looking back at Gale. 

“We should get going.” She suggested, and Gale nodded, his face returned to its usual relaxed expression.   

By the time Fallon and Gale returned to the inn, satchels full of books, scrolls, and potions, dusk had fallen, and Astarion was waiting for them in the tavern at the inn. “Gods, what took you so long? Did you buy the whole town?” 

Astarion was dressed in clothes somewhat nicer than what he’d been traveling in thus far, and Fallon smiled as she took in how beautiful he was. Astarion truly was a work of art, and it was categorically unfair. “You look handsome.” She commented, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek. Perhaps appealing to his vanity would soften his annoyance that they were gone all afternoon. 

“We’re in a real town for the first time in weeks, the two of you will be able to have a meal not cooked over a fire, and we’ll all be able to indulge in alcohol we didn’t drag with us from Baldur’s Gate, or find in an abandoned building. Why not show the people of this little town what taste looks like,” Astarion mused, resting his hands on Fallon’s hips. He looked at Gale. “Though I’m sure there’s not anything wrong with your cooking, of course. No offense.” 

Gale smiled and shook his head. “None taken. I too am looking forward to eating a meal not cooked by yours truly this evening.” 

Fallon looked at Gale. “I feel like we’re a little underdressed, now, don’t you?” 

“Indeed. Though admittedly I didn’t bring anything much nicer than this, given the circumstances with which I’m here in the first place.” Gale’s cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink. 

“It’s alright, no one will be looking at you anyway, since Fallon will be with us.” Astarion complimented Fallon and her heart skipped a beat in her chest as he leaned down to kiss her softly. Fallon knew Astarion loved her, and believed her to be beautiful, but that didn’t mean she would ever tire of hearing him say it. 

“You make a fair point. It is difficult to outshine her.” Gale agreed, clearing his throat slightly. Fallon pulled back from her embrace with Astarion and saw Gale awkwardly staring at the ground, still flushed. 

“Sweetheart, why don’t you go find us a table while Gale and I go upstairs to put away our purchases and change into something a little more presentable?” Fallon suggested to Astarion, and her lover nodded. 

“I’ll be waiting.” He agreed and kissed her a second time, deeper than the first kiss they shared. By the time they broke apart, Gale had already disappeared to return to his room, and Fallon hated the guilt that settled in her stomach once again. 

Astarion was many things, but he wasn’t stupid. Several weeks ago, Astarion warned Fallon that he did not believe Gale was as sorry for his actions as he claimed to be, or that Gale did not have ulterior motives for seeking Fallon’s forgiveness. After what happened with the Szarlnaxi vampires, and offering to let Astarion drink his blood, Astarion had begun to trust Gale a bit more, to believe that Gale truly only wanted forgiveness and to start over with Fallon as friends. 

Then he saw the look on Gale’s face as the sorcerer agreed that Fallon’s beauty put himself and Astarion to shame. It was a look Astarion had seen on Gale’s face before: back when their roles were reversed and Gale was the one sharing Fallon’s bed while Astarion silently pined for the woman he thought would never be his. Whether Fallon was aware of it or not, Astarion couldn’t be sure, but now more than ever, Astarion was more than certain that Gale was very much still in love with her. 

Astarion was going to get him to admit it, if only for the pure joy he would feel upon hearing he was right. Everything else that followed was secondary, and would be dealt with later. He wasn’t stupid, but he also wasn’t the type of person to plan things out terribly far in advance. For now, he just needed to make it through steps one and two:

One, he needed to get Gale drunk, and two, he needed to get Gale alone. Step two would be easy, as the only blood Astarion drank recently was from a boar they found between Dragonspear Castle and Daggerford the day before last. 

It turned out that step one also ended up being easier than Astarion thought it would be. Between being so close to Waterdeep they could taste it, hot baths, hot meals, and the prospect of sleeping in real beds that evening, everyone was in good spirits. Fallon, especially, wanted to drink, and Astarion knew his lover well enough to know that when she was in the mood to celebrate, she wanted everyone else to be as drunk as she was. 

By the time Astarion carried Fallon up to their room to put her in bed, Gale was right behind him, stumbling slightly to his own room for the evening. Astarion was tipsy, but alcohol never got him truly drunk anymore in the way that it did for Fallon and Gale. No, Astarion knew that as soon as he fed on Gale, that was when his own drunkenness would truly kick in: Drinking the blood of someone intoxicated had that effect on him. 

Astarion pressed a kiss to Fallon’s forehead. “Wait up for me, darling, I’ll be back soon.” He requested, fully intent on spending the rest of his evening with Fallon wrapped in his arms and kissing her until they fell asleep after he was finished with Gale. 

The door to Gale’s room was slightly ajar, and Astarion smirked. “Leaving your door open? That’s brave. Anyone could come in and have their way with you.” He teased.

Gale chuckled, his words starting to softly slur together. “If I didn’t know any better, Astarion, I’d say you were flirting with me.” 

Yes, Gale was most definitely drunk enough that getting the information Astarion wanted would be easy. He stepped into Gale’s room and shut the door behind him. “What, I can’t be concerned for the well being of a friend?” Astarion pouted. Maybe he was flirting. After all, flirting used to work marvelously to get information he wanted out of people– who was to say it wouldn’t work on Gale?

Gale laughed again as he took a seat on his bed and began rolling up his sleeve so Astarion could access the same spot on his arm from the last time they did this. “Are we friends now, Astarion? I think you just admitted it.” 

“I suppose we are, sorcerer. You’re much more fun now that you can do magic again.” He observed, striding over to the bed. He sat down next to Gale, and it felt weirdly more intimate than the first time they did this (even with Gale attempting to lay down last time). Maybe it was the fact that they were sitting on a bed. 

Gale hummed happily at the mention of magic. “Yes, that was quite a marvelous discovery, wasn’t it? I suppose I never actually thanked you for that.”

“Trust me, you’ve thanked me enough by agreeing to let me drink your blood again,” Astarion pointed out. “I’m sure Fallon is certainly grateful to share the duties of keeping me fed with someone.” Astarion didn’t actually know if that was true or not, but for the purposes of getting Gale to talk, it was true enough for tonight. A slight pang of guilt settled in Astarion’s stomach for lying to Gale, but it was overruled by his need to be right. 

Gale offered Astarion a dopey smile at the mention of the woman in the next room, and he sighed. “I just want to keep her safe. She deserves to be safe.” 

Astarion nodded in agreement. “That she does,” he reached for Gale’s arm and pushed Gale’s sleeve up a little further, as it had slipped down slightly. “May I?”

He waited for Gale to nod, giving him consent before biting down on the same spot as before. Gale inhaled sharply when Astarion’s teeth broke the skin, and to Astarion’s surprise, the man kept talking. Perhaps to distract himself from the pain. “She loves you, you know. Deeply. I can see it on her face when she looks at you. You make her happy. I’m glad she found happiness, after everything I put her through.” Gale mused, and Astarion couldn’t help but smile against Gale’s skin as Gale’s blood poured into his mouth. It wasn’t a confession of love by any means, but it still pleased Astarion to hear Gale admit he knew Fallon was happy, and in a good place. Maybe he wouldn’t need to worry about Gale acting on his feelings for Fallon (if they existed), after all. 

Gods, Gale’s blood tasted good. Still not as good as Fallon’s, just as Astarion had told her earlier in the day, but damn. He could taste all of the fine wine Gale had that evening clearly now, too, and Astarion could feel himself becoming more intoxicated with every mouthful. 

Soon, Gale was tapping Astarion’s shoulder, and Astarion pulled away, raising his head and licking his lips as he went. He offered Gale the same dopey smile the other man had given him at the mention of Fallon’s name. “You really do taste exquisite, by the way,” Astarion offered. Yes,  Astarion was definitely as drunk as Gale now. “I didn’t get to tell you when you asked last time– too distracted by the magic.”  

To his surprise, Gale blushed. “Thank you, I suppose. I was curious,” Gale looked down at his arm, where blood was still slowly trickling from the wound Astarion created, and instead of wiping it away, he offered his arm back to Astarion. “Want to get the last bit? Might as well not let it go to waste.” The offer surprised Astarion, but he wasn’t really in a position to say no. Even when he was already drunk on Gale, his bloodlust would never allow him to decline one more taste (even if he could control himself from drinking Gale dry). 

“Well, if you’re offering, who am I to say no?” Astarion reached for Gale’s arm again, and slowly licked away the trail of blood that had begun to run down Gale’s forearm. Astarion hadn’t expected the act to feel sensual, but it had. He also hadn’t expected Gale to let out a soft moan, but he had. Most of all, Astarion hadn’t expected the sound of Gale moaning to go straight to his cock, but it had. 

When Astarion pulled away from Gale’s skin, he was grinning coyly at the sorcerer. “Why Gale, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked that, didn’t you?” Gale blushed deeper, and Astarion’s grin only widened. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, darling. I’m just surprised. I didn’t think I was…your type.”

 “You’re everyone’s type, Astarion.” Gale laughed nervously. Even if Astarion hadn’t been flirting with Gale before, he certainly was now as Gale’s alcohol filled blood coursed through Astarion’s veins. Moreover, Gale was flirting back.

Maybe Gale was drunker than Astarion thought he was. Maybe it was the blood loss. Maybe it was both. All of those things could be contributing to Gale’s lowered inhibitions, but Astarion couldn’t bring himself to stop it. The surprises continued as Gale reached forward and swiped his thumb over Astarion’s chin, wiping away the blood that had trickled out of Astarion’s mouth. Gale offered it back to Astarion in the form of pressing his thumb against the vampire’s lips. It was an action that rid Astarion’s mind of all thoughts of the woman in the next room, and how Gale felt about her. It was difficult to focus on anything, really, with the way Gale looked at him. Astarion greedily accepted Gale’s invitation and he took the sorcerer’s thumb in his mouth and sucked the blood away, refusing to break Gale’s intense eye contact. 

When Astarion released Gale’s thumb, they were both breathing a little heavier as they stared at each other, the air so thick with tension it would have taken a sword to cut through it. Astarion’s eyes flickered to Gale’s mouth, and vice versa. Then, in tandem, the vampire and the sorcerer leaned forward to cup each other’s faces in their hands, and their mouths connected in a crushing kiss.

Chapter List

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Hazbin Hotel Lyrics (part four)

I couldn't find anything on tumblr, so i decided to make my own little meme; the following are lyrics from hazbin hotel songs that can work well with dialogue / interactions - feel free to change pronouns as needed!

OUT FOR LOVE

❛ I see you're driven by your destination. ❜   ❛ You need a different type of motivation. ❜   ❛ There's no way that you can handle this. ❜   ❛ I know you're thirsting for vengance. ❜   ❛ You're out for blood. ❜  ❛ Think of who you care about, protect them. ❜  ❛ Fuel yourself with the fear of losing. ❜  

READY FOR THIS

❛ Have you ever wanted something that was so clear in your mind that you could taste it?❜   ❛ I might have to be ready for this. ❜   ❛ It seems to me that destiny has picked me. ❜   ❛ Free food! ❜   ❛ From this moment on, you can count on us. ❜  ❛ Well, that's a little violent, can we tone it down?. ❜  ❛ Don't worry, honey, that's their thing. ❜   ❛ I must appear like I'm ready for this. ❜   ❛ Surprised? Why, I knew she could do it all along. ❜   ❛ She's filled with potential that I could guide. ❜   ❛ The time has come to go to war. ❜   ❛ I really hope that I'm ready for this. ❜  

FINALE

❛ He gave me his trust, and look how we pay the price. ❜   ❛ This bloodshed could have been avoided. ❜   ❛ I know I could have done better. ❜   ❛ Come on little lady, why the frown?. ❜   ❛ You can do this, now I know it. ❜  ❛ For your story has just begun. ❜  ❛ The show, it must go on. ❜   ❛ Check out this little magic number. ❜   ❛ No time for cryin', we've got a lot of work to do. ❜   ❛ This place reeks of death, there's a chill in the air. ❜   ❛ And I barely escaped being killed by a hair. ❜   ❛ Sorry to disappoint, that is not where this ends. ❜  ❛ I'm hungry for freedom like never before. ❜  ❛ We're gonna do this, you and me. ❜  

[oatmilktruther]

hi 👀

for the "get to know your writer meme"...... I want to know all 77

BUT

I am restricting myself to asking you JUST the following: 4, 10, 20, 29, 39 (specifically, feel free to murder me with the fight club au), 54, 56, 64 (an answer I definitely won't use for nefarious purposes so don't feel the need to answer carefully)

AHHHH THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME SO MANY MY FRIEND

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

where dont i find inspiration…. everything reminds me of them EVERYTHING. but one of my biggest inspos is music i’ll listen to a song and i’ll be like. okay but what if this was about Them.

10. Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

blinks is not in there and neither is blink. if you wanna pick another ill go looking for you.

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

well ed always has adhd and stede is always autistic but other than that no i havent noticed and i think its because every time i write an au im so deliberately trying to create a unique space that i almost develop my own set of language styles for it. it gets a unique texture. or maybe my stuff is super repetitive and i sound wanky as hell right now and i’ll take that too.

29. What’s your revision or editing process like?

well for one shots that are not super important to me ill reread a couple times just to make sure its legible, for longer one shots ill have s beta go over it and pick at it and ill actually chew on the edits and make sure i land what im trying to sell. for my long fic i wrote a first draft and then chapter by chapter i went “is this thematically consistent do i like how it sounds do i even like this” and i wrote and rewrote MANY pieces

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

HAHA IM COMING FOR YOU KATHERINE

from the not fight club au

“Exactly how he snaps up his gaze when Ed is still a few paces away, how his gaze falls on him, heavy like a steel toed boot, heavy like a string of someone else’s pearls around a neck, heavy like heavy like heavy.

Exacting as he steps forward, one, two, into Ed’s space, grips his hands into Ed’s jacket, one, two, steps back, twists, dragging Ed with him, one, two, until Ed’s pressed against the back of the car.

(Hungry) (it is hungry) (it is starving) (Ed’s own stomach growls)

There’s a beat where Stede waits, a beat where Ed nods, one, two, and then—

And then Stede kisses Ed.

(and then Stede kisses Ed) (and then Stede kisses Ed) (and then Stede kisses Ed)

And then Ed kisses Stede.”

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

putting my beautiful baby girl ed in situations. just lots of wish fulfilment playing with my favorite barbie.

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

i really like that everything i write has distinctive voice in it. everything i write has serial numbers on it, like its definitely mine.

64. Something you love to see in smut.

as MCR once said (and its hilarious because this is genuinely the song thats come on shuffle as im typing this): Blood!

no seriously. blood. i love blood. gimme some blood.

[wickedapostate]

for the DA oc ask game: What made your OC pick their specialization? | Does your OC want or have children? How do they feel about kids? | How good are they at lying? How much do they lie? all 3 for any oc you'd like!! (from @alistairkisser)

Meme / Accepting!

I'll be answering for Garrett Hawke!

What made your OC pick their specialization?

Garrett is a templar/reaver, and is someone who seeks power. Not in the traditional power hungry way, but instead because if he's the one with power in a situation, he can protect the people that matter to him. He got raised feeling like he had to protect his whole family, and that only got more intense after Malcolm's death.

It was the Templar specialization that came first. Garrett was someone who played friendly with the Order, who played to respectability politics to try to stay under the radar, and who spent a lot of time making connections with the people that could hurt him and his family most. All this to say, he had watched their tricks a fair bit, and frankly the Order terrified him. He figured being able to use their powers for good, that it could maybe be a reclamation of that terror, that it would be a good way to take their weapon from them so to speak.

It was only a couple days later after he made the decision to commit to it, and took his first dose of lyrium, that the crew met Samson, and he realized the price he was going to pay for the power to protect people. And indeed, over the years it's something he struggles with, and that nearly kills him with withdrawal once he's trapped in the Fade. However his templar abilities also were one of the things that kept him alive.

As for the reaver specialization, the crew had killed the dragon in the mines and Garrett recalled the myths related to drinking their blood. Figuring it couldn't be too bad, and given they'd soon be in the deep roads, it'd be worth it if even half of those rumors were true. Ultimately it was a good choice, he takes a lot of damage as the tank of the crew, and hanging on while injured is why he was able to finish the Arishok fight.

So in short, Garrett keeps fucking ingesting stuff without fully understanding what he's doing /half-joking

Does your OC want or have children? How do they feel about kids?

Garrett kinda has a kid, Taavi Hawke! Who Fenris took in while Garrett was in the Fade and assumed dead. I need to work out more about Taavi but in short about him: Qunari Cowboy

That out of the way, Garrett would love to have a kid. He is highly family oriented, and would love to be able to settle down into a domestic life with the people he cares about safe. He'd love to put down the sword. And he'd love to be able to give a kid the things he lacked: a sense of safety, and a sense of being unburdened.

Garrett is a trans man, and would be comfortable with being pregnant. Though doesn't have a preference between having a biological or adopted child.

As for kids not of his own, he likes them and likes joking around with them. He gets a kick out of coming off as cool, and kids find a lot of stuff cool.

How good are they at lying? How much do they lie?

Garrett is a very good liar, since he was young he's been lying. Telling the locals the fire they saw in the woods must have been from a camper. Acting like he'd like to be a Templar someday to endear the local knights. Telling his sister it didn't bother him how their father didn't spend much time with him. Say whatever it was that someone wanted to hear from him if it meant keeping them from hurting him or his family whether they meant to or not.

It almost became a compulsive thing. Usually when asked how he was doing he'd say good, or brush it off. Sometimes it would be a bad lie for the stake of a joke, or to sneak a later lie past the person. But for the most part, he had people well and fooled. Sometimes even he couldn't tell how he actually felt or what he thought of something.

The habit breaks though, in act 3, there's no pretending any of this is fine. It's never been fine, and Garrett can actually admit it at this point. Too late to avert anything that happens next, but enough to stand firm alongside his sister, and Anders, for what's right.

In the years since, he's still a very good liar, but the frequency has toned down a lot. Only when there's a very specific goal in mind.

Funnily though, he did lie a decent bit to Zinnia due to not fully trusting them and not knowing how she'd react to knowing the truth of what happened in Kirkwall, and not just the version Varric told.

[mirrorballresources]

sentence meme ⟶ midnight sun (chapters 8-9) / stephenie meyer

feel free to change pronouns and details!!

❛ i never noticed before - your hair has red in it. ❜

❛ i was going to ask if you wanted to go out. ❜

❛ if you ever repeat what i’m saying right now, i will cheerfully beat you to death. ❜

❛ what a strange creature. and he was so normal and pleasant the last time we met. ❜

❛ it must be the animals. the lack of human blood drives them mad eventually. ❜

❛ why even bother coming home? ❜

❛ you’re pathetic. i can’t believe you missed the game last night just to watch somebody sleep. ❜

❛ i don’t imagine we’ll cross paths soon. ❜

❛ i think i like the blue one better. it really brings out your eyes. ❜

❛ does she really think that? or does she want me to look like a cow on saturday? ❜

❛ stay away from me. ❜

❛ don’t be like that, sugar. ❜

❛ brave, this one. maybe better, i guess - more fight in her. ❜

❛ what the hell? ❜

❛ knew this was a bad idea! she’s not alone. ❜

❛ should i run? ❜

❛ think i’m going to throw up.... ❜

❛ are you okay? ❜

❛ distract me, please. ❜

❛ i’m sorry, what? ❜

❛ i’m going to run over tyler crowley tomorrow before school. ❜

❛ he’s telling everyone he’s taking me to prom. ❜

❛ either he’s insane or he’s still trying to make up for almost killing me last ... well you remember it. ❜

❛ i might have to total his sentra, though. if he doesn’t have a ride, he can’t take anyone to prom... ❜

❛ if he’s paralyzed from the neck down, he can’t go to the prom, either. ❜

❛ better? ❜

❛ what’s wrong? ❜

❛ sometimes i have a problem with my temper. ❜

❛ how did you know where...? ❜

❛ what are you doing? ❜

❛ not allowing myself to be alone tonight. ❜

❛ i don’t think i could restrain myself if i ran into your other friends again. ❜

❛ late much? ❜

❛ she’s been holding out on me. ❜

❛ i got lost. ❜

❛ would it be all right if i joined you? ❜

❛ holy crap but he’s hot! ❜

❛ we already ate while we were waiting, sorry. ❜

❛ shut up! ❜

❛ i think you should eat something. ❜

❛ she probably wants him to herself. who wouldn’t? ❜

❛ honestly, i’m not hungry. ❜

❛ my, oh my. ❜

❛ i bet his jacket cost more than my last paycheck. ❜

❛ maybe i’ll write my number on his plate with marinara. ❜

❛ you really shouldn’t do that to people. it’s hardly fair. ❜

❛ you have to know the effect you have on people. ❜

❛ you haven’t noticed? ❜

❛ do you think everybody gets their way so easily? ❜

❛ how are you feeling? ❜

❛ i’ve always been very good at repressing unpleasant things. ❜

❛ i’m not going into shock. ❜

❛ i feel very safe with you. ❜

❛ there are conditions? ❜

❛ i don’t know if i have a choice anymore. ❜

❛ i thought you were always right. ❜

❛ and you put yourself into that category? ❜

❛ it’s harder than it should be - keeping track of you. ❜

❛ are you ready to go home? ❜

❛ i’m ready to leave. ❜

[aicidos]

you’re still in one piece, that’s all that matters. > barret to tifa

some meme.   ♡  * @vctlan.

her fingertips, not unlike her wrists and cheeks, are raw with effort. there’s a week-old sleep she had just today awakened from and exhaustion had settled in again— or maybe it was the gas that should have, for all intents and purposes, poisoned her. the thick clouds surrounding the highwind don’t seem so unfamiliar in that sense, but barret is here, steadying her upon her escape and arrival to the airship, and she holds onto his torso less for balance and more for comfort as the daze subsides. it’s blown by the wind, and in its place, reality settles like fine dust.

tifa only knows she really did wake up from her slumber for the fact she could never dream a reality like this.

“when things can’t seem to get worse, they do,” she murmurs onto his clothes. the cave. the black materia. weapon. the planet, its trembling and apparent descent into something unknown, a state of survival that seems ironically unsurvivable to the living. tifa knows barret, like her, has never had the answers. but she can appreciate the way he has always been better at refocusing on the present, at reframing what matters.

there’s a pause before she can even consider nodding. “...there’s a part of me that's still missing.”

without him, her past is only as real as a fallible memory. and she has come to learn how mistaken they could get to be.

“hey, barret?” the name is left in the air for a moment, and tifa only speaks again after she has wiped the dried blood on a cut on top of her lip, licking them clean. “i’m… still really hungry.”

[safetypinned]

@murderdeals (crowley) || big, long gore / horror prompt meme || accepting!

034   ...   red room

took sam a long time to track down where they were stealing away these women to. vampires. providing a service to the sick and twisted rich few. the entire ring was run out of an old asylum/ tuberculosis hospital about six miles out of the city. creepy place. bars on the windows. broken glass on the ground floor and darkened, shadowy mirrors to the outside world on the uppers. marked on a map was a stormcellar door that appeared to have a modern lock. looked like something a random security guard or maintanence would use. like the place was left but not forgotten. nor willing to be parted with.

what sam saw when he, finally, got into the website? and their cameras filled the screen? made him sick in the stomach to the point he almost threw up. women being fed on. torn apart by hungry fangs and claws. tortured and screaming victims. some where alone and trying to scratch their way through walls made of stone and concrete til their nails were ripped off and their fingers bled. voices hoarse from all the screaming. or the gaping holes in their necks. barely healed. some not even bothering to be shut. before, they too, were shredded into bits all for the prying eye of some sick bastards that were getting off on this shit. he blew up dean's phone the minute he had the hard hit on the location. and his alias had an instant messaging offering to come and watch.

sam's thumbnail was turned into a mess as he sat there, chewing on it and waiting for the call back that was taking too DAMN LONG. made him wonder what the hell was going on with his brother. dean don't make me come find you. the longer he sat? the more he decided, fuck it. took him only a little while to jog there from the busstop the cab dropped him off at. three miles into the woods and down a hill into the clearing where the place sat would've been even faster if it weren't for the bag on his back. he almost finished with the code that appeared in his messenger when, just before he hit pound, he heard something swing through the air. his world flashed brilliantly white for a split second. then BLACK.

that was about two hours ago. before sam woke in one of the rooms he saw on the cameras. a little bundle of red lights beamed his way from the corner. the taste of chemicals and rot in the back of his mouth. blood trickled down his nose. a voice told him to hold on. they'd be right with him. and..they were. two vampires. one entered carrying his bag. and one of the vials of dead man's blood in his hand. inspecting it with bared fangs. his cuffed hands provided no shield to the steel toed boot that swung up and caught him in his ribs. a grunt separated his lips and sam spit out the blood he coughed up with a heaving breath. 'we're gonna send you back to your brother in a jar.. that's all that's going to be left.' reddened teeth were bared behind the winchester's pulled back lips. sam spit another glob of blood towards them. anger. rage. long took over fear. he was lured here. he fucked up. is he pissed off more at himself or them and what the hell they were up to? hard to tell. the smell of sulfur fills his senses. doesn't seem to get the attention of his captors as they advance, sam's trying to work his hands free from his bindings. a familiar little cough. the sound spun all their heads around towards the demon standing directly behind them. crowley??

[defiedfate]

it’s a rare person to face who they are and not run from it… not be broken by it. - for vesper.

this is from a meme I'm sure. || @infernaliscor

The gentility in Karlach's voice isn't something she can handle in this moment. Curled up on the softest recesses of her cot, holding onto herself for dear life as she recounts over and over in her head the events of the night before. Feral instinct and panic drawing blood where the already blurry line had been crossed. By her? By him? Both of them had made choices they would later regret. Or… At least, she hoped he had come to regret it.

Because in an instant, a more sinister figure had replaced his face. A more chilling voice had replaced his tenor. And it didn't matter what was happening before, just that Cazador was there in her mind's eye. Reminding her that she wouldn't ever be free. That she would always be his to command. His possession. His doll. His bride.

What's worse, she could still taste the blood. Sweet as candy and warming on the lips. It left her craving more, like she had been starved for weeks. And a hungry vampire was a danger all its own…

But she wants to ask how he is. Wants to know that he hadn't died. That he hadn't been turned. Did she even have the power to do that? Certainly she must, but never had she tried it before. Never had she really even wanted to.

"Please, Karlach… Leave me be." When she spoke at last, Vesper's voice was small. Pleading. Because after everything that had happened, she didn't want anyone to think this had been an intentional course of action. That she was a danger. That she would turn on anyone else.

[brynnmclean]

I was tagged in this meme by @heymacareyna thanks, friend!

tagging: @rain-sleet-snow, @urcadelimabean, @allatariel, and @laurenplayspeople but no pressure to answer, obviously (except for Lauren because I demand to hear Opinions like an annoying little brother)

three ships: current obsession: Galadriel/Celeborn/Halbrand, but also some ships I’m excited for you to meet, Holly: Beren/Lúthien and Maedhros/Fingon

first ship: I... I’m trying to think what my first ship was for Fandom purposes and tbh the only thing that is coming to mind right now is the Mellon Chronicles which is like, not a ship, but was Aragorn & Legolas centric??

last song I listened to: "Nightfall” by Blind Guardian (I am DEEP in a Silm Renaissance)

last movie I watched: ... huh, I’m trying to think... I actually don’t watch a lot of movies (I’m way more of a television person, last TV show I finished was 1899), so... maybe????? The Battle of Five Armies????? when we watched it together????

currently reading: I’m restarting my reread of the Silmarillion for the Venturers, and stalled out on Wheel of Time (The Fires of Heaven), The Fall of Númenor audiobook (made it through the Mariner’s Wife again though, my absolute beloved), and The Vampire Lestat... when I have more energy for literally anything other than the soul-sucking production of the Sound of Music, I’ll finish SOMETHING, Valar witness me

currently consuming: nothing, but going to go make myself a sandwich because I am actually hungry and need to capitalize on that!

currently craving: my blood sugar is High (242 but a downward arrow) so I am very thirsty... going to add water to the list of stuff to consume