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The Last Day of Violet Sedley- Dracula (1897)

Rated M just in case (although its more T)

Because we are all concerned for the pretty girl in the cartwheel hat on September 22nd.

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Violet Sedley is having a great day. Most days are great if you decide to make them so- at least, that is the way of thinking she was brought up with and so she made it her way of living too. How wouldn’t it be a great day when the soft autumn sun is caressing her face as she comfortably drives in her victoria through the finest streets of London? Her father may have startet out as a simple merchant but his clever wit and a good marriage had led him to the best circles of Society, and with it his only daughter too. And what better ways to celebrate and expand that good fortune, than with a party like the one she is to organise for today evening? It has long been planed and the scullery maid send out to the butcher first thing this morning. The cupboard had been filled with fresh vegetables and ousters, fruit and wine were waiting ready, and the whole house was made as perfect as could be. 

So now she is driving through the streets of Piccadilly, having made one social call long overdue to the good Mrs. Wallace (the old lady tended to be a bit tiresome but she had been her mothers closes friend) and stopping only for a moment at Guiliano’s for a parcel she had ordered previously to be ready for her when driving back home. She loves driving to town, it offers such a welcoming change to her usual duties, not to mention one can dress up nicely and enjoy the looks of admiration that come with it. That is why to today she wears a dress of sunny yellow and a complementary jacket embroidered with sunflowers and tiny bees, and of course her new cartwheel hat- a gift of her brother directly from Paris. She doesn’t consider herself vain, for she knows, she knows beauty alone does not bring happiness or a long life. But if the world of God´s creation was filled with so much beauty why not rejoice in it? That is another reason why she loves to go to town, for here one has an overflow of beauty in various forms, be it the stores with dresses and jewellery, shops with cakes and pastries, or simply the abundance of all sorts of people, both from the isles and those foreigners from exotic places. Her brother had invited her to join him in India, but she had immediately declined, unwilling to leave their father alone, and maybe also a little bit afraid to travel to the far unknown. There was little that lacked in her current life, her position allowing her to lead her own household without even being married, although she was very well in the age of marriage. But no, she couldn’t as yet leave her father alone. If a fine man came into her life he would need to wait. 

The merchant comes out with her parcel and she pulls out some coins from her purse and accompanies them with a smile before telling the coachman to drive on. It is a busy day in the streets, people crossing from one side to the other, always moving, full of life. For a moment her eye catches sight of a man with the looks of a foreigner like she had never seen before, hard eyes, a dark moustache and pointed beard. It is only for a moment that she sees him but she thinks that this may be an exotic encounter she would gladly like to avoid.

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By the time the first guests arrive everything is ready. She herself is welcoming them, now dressed in an evening gown of soft blue, lace around her shoulders, her neck bare but pearl earrings swinging joyfully while her dark hair is made in the latest fashion. Her father is dressed in the best way as well, his tall thin frame having at least lost the ghastly palour that had accompanied him throughout most of the past three years, his smile warm and gentle once more. She is proud of her father for making it out through the worst of times after their loss, but sees her own accomplishment in it as well for having firmly taken care of all matters that he could not by himself. With brother away, it was just the two of them after all. 

Dinner goes smoothly and everyone is enjoying themselves, she included, for she does notice young Mr. Norris glancing more than once in her direction across the table. He is a fine man she knows, his family being well established in ship building business, his own taste in music having been a wonderful topic for their last conversation. When at last the last fork is resting she leads the women to the drawing room where the men are shortly to join them for coffee and cherry. The fire in the mantelpiece is radiating a warm glow as she leads polite small-talk, all while glancing at the door eager for the gentlemen finally to enter, only to be disappointed when Mr. Norris is immediately encircled by Mrs. Bentley and Mrs. Hunt while she has to wait for her turn, if she doesn’t want to be included in their gossipy circle. 

The day has been unusually warm for this time of year and the air in the drawing room becomes too heavy and stuffy for her. Excusing herself for a moment she makes her way out to the hallway and then out to the garden. Yes, outside it’s better she thinks as she draws a deep breath of clear fresh air. It is a clear night, with stars shining brightly and a young moon giving out a pale soft light, only a few clouds marring the skies. The scent of late autumn flowers and freshly fallen leaves in nearly intoxicating, and she thinks she will leave her window open tonight. Just as she is about to turn back and go inside, out of the corner of her eye she notices movement in the shadow of the house, before the figure moves forward and she is faced with the shape of a man. It is dark but she can see he is nicely dressed. One of fathers guests? Have I noticed him inside or did he come only later in?

“A beautiful night, isn’t it?” He speaks, and by his accent she notices that he isn’t English.

“Yes, indeed, a fine night for this time of the year, Mr. …?”

“Mr. Balaur. Forgive me miss if I had startled you. I only just arrived and needed, although the company is fine inside no doubt, a bit of refreshment.” As he spoke he moved even closer and in the pale light of the moon and lights from the house she had now a better look at him. He was tall, with raven dark hair, strong brows, a thin moustache and a pointed beard, his clothes black and elegant, the neckcloth darkly red, held together with a pin that looked very much like a winged snake. His face seemed familiar but she simply could not place it so she decided He must be one of fathers business partners from abroad.

“Yes, a fine night, a night that reminds us that Night is older than Day, and as that the true form of everything.” 

It is at moment that she registers that something is off, something is very off about all of this, for, while she wanted to go inside a minute earlier, she finds herself now firmly rooted to the ground, listening to Mr. Balaur yet unable to answer him back. Stange that my tongue and my legs are so heavy. Yet, it takes only one slight touch of his hand of her arm and her legs respond, and she finds herself walking, walking outside of the garden gate.

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It is already late in the night and the streets are empty as the two of them walk through them, his arm firm around hers, improper in any way but even stranger as she doesn’t know why she complines. Their footsteps are the only sound heard, the world has fallen so very quiet, and she glanced up at his face, trying to remember. He doesn’t look very old, more the age of Mr. Norris perhaps, and … Could it be that I am walking with Mr. Norris? But no, Mr. Norris has curly auburn hair, while Mr. What’s His Name has long dark. What was his name again? 

They walk and walk, and vaguely she notices that they have left the inhabited area somewhere behind, wild fields surrounding them, the road not longer even but turned to rough gravel. There is a numb pain in her legs, her shoes not for walking, and it seems to her like blisters have opened up and blood is beginning to soak her thin stockings and expansive shoes. Yet she keeps walking, guided by some silent command, the pain nothing more than a vague feeling unconnected to her. 

And when he stops and takes her hand in his she follows dutifully as if she had been asked for a dance, the same excitement in her, although she cannot phantom why. I should be home, although I don’t know where home is… her mind says but her body doesn’t respond.He leads her to a tall old oak, its breaches wildly stretching in all directions, its crown like a tent shielding everything into darkness. Her mind, her mind is so foggy and unclear, Maybe it was that one glass of punch too much, but no, everything is odd and queer, and her passiveness most of all. He had let her all into the shade of this great oak, her back resting on its bark, He towering tall above her. Bits of moonlight come through the branches as his right hand with its long pale fingers caresses her cheek, placing a silencing finger on her lips, as if to quiet a protest she cannot make herself do. She notices herself leaning her head to the other side without her will while his fingers trace her bare neck, and coming upon the lace on her shoulders He moves it down, night air making her shiver. Her gaze is locked in his, in anticipation of something she does not know, yet which makes her heart beat fast and faster until she can hear blood rushing loud in her ears. His eyes are horribly dark, his face as pale as the moon, and as his lips move into a sly smile his teeth come bare, sharp and white. He leans in as she closes her eyes, his lips on her neck, one hand on her shoulder the other on her back. And then his teeth pierce her skin and a pain, a horrible pain shoots through her body. Unbearable heat is in her veins and she is burning, burning from the inside as both her eyes and mouth shot open. She wants to scream for help but her voice deserts her, her lungs in desperate need for air. Help!, she needs help, she wants to fight and move, yet her arms hang limb by her sides. His grip on her is still firm but the burning ceases, replaced by unnatural cold and emptiness. Desperately she tries to force that dark vail from her mind, the one that’s holding her in this nightmare. A face dances in front of her, the face of an old man broken and in tears. She cannot remember who that man is, but a silent tear escapes her empty eyes as well.

This is how ends Violet Sedley’s not so great day.

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[sleevebuscemii]

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[lgbtiwtv]

in light of recent events

[superemeralds]

what's updog?

[henrykudhirai]

s1 doctor who (2005) is so special to me. they had the budget of a potato. a dustbin eats a guy and burps in the pilot. it only really picks up around ep 5. nine in his jacket. rose in her peak dumbass era. the special effects that are just so bad so awful so terrible. the introduction of captain jack harkness the world was never the same. are you my mummy? what do you mean the time lords are dead doctor what the fuck do you mean you killed them all. bad wolf? bad wolf? fucking iconic.

[dailyhatsune]

Miku comes out to her dad

memories of miku and mike at the pride parade

[azuneekun]

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[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

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thanks for listening

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coming home

synopsis : you sleep over at katsuki’s place after a night out with your friends. it’s more convenient that way.

an. wrote something rq after seeing the epilogue chapter and pheeewieeeee,,my boyfriend..sigh my boyfriend oh my boyfriend ouggh

cw. nothin really, just a lil casual domesticity w katsu :3, katsuki is fine ASL, reader n katsuki shower together so nakedness they nakey, lmk if there's anything else !!

you’ve noticed katsuki looks very good when he’s the designated driver.

he looks so natural behind the wheel, arms slightly flexed and gripping the steering wheel. his face serene but slightly tensed in concentration, occasionally scoffing to himself whenever someone in front of him drives too slow or cuts him off.

the lamp posts outside reflect nicely on his jaw, his nose and sharp eyes. his whole face really, you can’t stop sneaking glances at him.

he takes the opportunity to place his hand on your thigh once you get to a stop light, giving it a light squeeze. it feels heavy, relaxed, like your thigh just conveniently happens to be there for him to use as an armrest.

another squeeze and katsuki speaks, eyes never leaving the road, the stop light shines the same color as them.

“what’re ya peekin’ at me for, huh ?”

you’ve clearly not been sneaky enough, but you hum anyway. “whaddya mean ?” you ask innocently, your boyfriend scoffs.

a pinch to your thigh and he laughs when you whine. “know you’re not dumb, so quiet actin’ like you are. you got somethin’ on your mind, say it.”

you pout at him, he catches it when he glances at you briefly and smirks, katsuki pats your thigh.

“i was jus’ lookin at you, you look nice.”

he hums at that, smirk growing wider, he nods lightly “nice, huh ?”

“mhm,” you nod “really nice..” you clarify, making a point to look him up and down. he snorts, but his grip on your thigh does a bad job at making him look unbothered.

“know you’re obsessed with me, but you could at least try to act like you’re not.” he teases, hands going back to the steering wheel when the lights on his face shine green. the slight furrow in his brows immediately returns when the car in front of him doesn’t immediately pick up the pace. his fingers drum against the wheel impatiently.

“you got somewhere you need to be or something ?” you giggle.

“yeah, home. in bed.” he quips, always as easily irritable when he was sleepy and not to mention just a bit tipsy. kaminari had managed to get him to drink a little bit more than he usually would but the electric blond got too drunk to notice you’re boyfriend babysitting his drink the entire night. he always insisted on being the driver when it came to his precious baby.

you know he’s never liked to drink much, but you also think katsuki doesn’t so as to not demolish his so called 'reputation'. you and a handful of friends know how needy and emotional he gets when he gets drunk. he acts like everyone is after him when he’s reminded of the fact.

when things had started to die down and everyone slowly but surely started heading home, katsuki leant in near you to ask if you were ready to head out. he was the one that insisted on picking you up from your place since you were on the way to the restaurant, it was more convenient that way he'd said.

but suddenly, he’d suggested you just sleep over at his house for the night. his was closer if he took a shortcut, and it was already getting late. besides, you had left plenty of your stuff at his house. it was just “less of a pain” that way, he’d claimed, and you agreed.

katsuki places his arms behinds your chair to carefully back up into a parking spot. a lucky find, since it was so late at night. but that was hardly something you could focus on when he leant in so close, jaw tight in concentration. he smells just a bit like alcohol mixed with his usual scent.

you’d been together for years now, and yet this still makes your heart hammer, you’d blame it on the slight buzz of alcohol in your system if it wasn’t for the fact that this has always been how you’d reacted before—from the day he’d gotten his license and took you for a test drive to show off.

as the car slows to stop and the engine dies down with a low growl, katsuki turns on the lights and sighs, plopping down onto his seat with a groan, you have to laugh at how he acts like he’d just driven through a desert. he runs a hand through his hair and you notice katsuki looks extremely good when he’s the designated driver.

conveniently, you still have some sleepwear laying around at his house, neatly folded would be a better way to say it, katsuki was always a clean freak, not that it mattered much though since you knew you could just grab one of his shirts and call it a day and he wouldn’t mind at all. you think it shouldn't feel so natural to fish out a pair of your clothes from the drawer, like you'd been living here your entire life.

conveniently, katsuki has a spare toothbrush. he denies that he’d gotten it for you and tries to convince you that his specific toothbrush was sold in a pack of two and he was planning on keeping it for himself.

right, of course.

katsuki’s apartment has always had a cozy feel to you. probably because it was his and not just any old apartment. he just had this warmth to him that made it a home, one you could see yourself sharing with him. it’d be simple, natural. like breathing just to be with him.

you don’t particularly enjoy smelling like alcohol and outside, so you’re happy to sneak off to get to the bathroom first while your boyfriend gets himself a glass of water. until he catches you, of course. he almost chokes with how fast he zooms towards you, quickly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“the fuck you think yer doin’ ?”

“katsuki, m’stinky and gross.”

“m’not gonna let you hog the bathroom in my house, get your own.” he stalks closer to you. he’s grown a lot since high school—in height, muscle, confidence and the list could go on, you stand your ground.

“you’re the one who brought me here, mister.” you shove an accusatory finger into his firm chest. he doesn’t budge, but he scowls down at your finger like you’d shot him and digs his finger into your side before you can stop him. you’re ready to cuss him out and fight if you have to, but to your surprise he sighs. looking off to the side.

“fine, we’ll just both go then.” he huffs, ears slightly tinted pink in the light of his living room.

oh.

“w—oh.” you breathe, immediately his eyes zip to you. his eyebrows furrow harder and his lip pulls up to hide the embarrassment growing on his face. “what ? s’that a problem or something ?”

“no, no !” you try to tone down the surprise in your voice, leaning against the wall to try and act casual. “i mean, no it’s not but—like, are you sure ?” and you feel like you’re sixteen again asking him if it was okay to kiss him.

“it’s more convenient that way. uses up less hot water so, it works out for me.”

“ah, right. bills.” you try to jest, managing to only huff awkwardly. your eyes flit to him and the floor and he scoffs after a minute. slowly, gently, he grabs your wrist. slowly, gently going towards your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours.

“stop being dumb and weird.” he scolds, before pulling you inside the bathroom with him.

you realise, really realise, with your back against his chest, how warm your boyfriend is.

he's always run hot and it came in especially handy during the harsher winter months. but now it's not cold, it can't possibly be when it feels like he's damn near running a fever behind you.

hot water be damned, he'd be able to heat up an ice cold bath all by himself you think. perhaps he'd always been this scorching, but it's the extra proximity that's making you realise it.

despite scolding you earlier for making it weird, katsuki is incredibly stiff. he'd been stiff when he swiftly turned around the moment he decide the water was an alright temperature, mumbling something about telling him when you got in. he'd kept his eyes aimed diligently at the ceiling of his bathroom and almost slipped when he tried to reach for the corner of his bathtub. you tried to spare him the embarrassment of giggling at his mumbled, butt naked cursing.

he'd scooched in behind you and it took him about a minute to let himself relax enough to let your skin touch. despite it being more convenient for him like he'd claimed, his hands stayed glued to the edge of the bathtub. the grip he has seems a little much, you can see his knuckles almost turning white, but his arms strain and bulge that way and you won't say that's not nice to look at.

you decide to make the move. you sigh, feigning relaxation despite your heart pounding, only intensifying when katsuki holds his breath for a second behind you. you make yourself more comfortable, leaning against him more and woah, he's scalding. you almost want to pull back, but you feel yourself leaning a bit further as you realise he's moved back too. his back now touching the edge of the tub. he hisses when the undoubtebly cold edge hits his skin.

slowly, slowly, the grip on the tub relaxes, and he lets himself dip around. fingertips slowly floating around in the water until they came to run up your arms. your shoulders, and he sighs then, really sighs like he's comfortable. and then all is good in the world again.

he's somewhat used to it now, and it's normal, almost second nature how he leans his head forward to land in the crook of your shoulder. he nuzzles into it more when you lean to the side to give him more space. he shoves his head in deeper, nudging his head to yours harder because he knows the tips of his hair tickle. and of course, ever the nuiscance, does it again and again until it has you giggling softly in the quiet of his bathroom.

and you think you could honestly get used to it.

"'ve been thinkin'.." you hear him mumble against your skin. you let out a hum when he doesn't continue. "'bout what ?" you ask sleepily.

"..bout you moving in, with me." he pauses, you pause. and it's quiet. again.

"o-oh yeah ? where did that come from ?" you try to keep your voice as steady as possible. your heart races and you feel it so hard you think it ripples in the water. you feel katsuki lift his head up lightly in confusion, but his eyes still won't move towards you.

"ya had something else planned 'r somethin' ?"

"no, no ! i'd wanna, i'm super down !" you're a bit louder than you mean to be, voice a bit breathier and higher in pitch and it echoes against the walls of the bathroom. katsuki's fingers twitch where they rest on the edge of the bathtub again and he sighs.

"i just didn't expect you to um-pop the question.." you trail off, you immediately mentally smack yourself for the wordage you used, because now you can't stop thinking about marrying him. you wished you could sink further into the water but now you're a little too aware of the hot skin pressed behind you.

katsuki doesn't look at you, he leans back until he's staring at the ceiling. you can tell he's trying to make himself more comfortable with the way he stiffens in an effort not to move like he usually would when he'd pretend to be unbothered. it tells you that maybe, just maybe, he was thinking about the same thing as you.

he sighs, and he finally looks at you then. voice poised and calm, but his eyebrows furrow and there's a slight pink on his cheeks.

"just..more convenient that way. you're already here all the time anyway." his rough voice cracks just slightly, the hints of doubt peeking through him. after letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding, you hum again.

"y-yeah--yeah.." you manage. katsuki clicks his tongue behind you.

"look, if you don't wanna-" your boyfriend gulps back his next words when you lean back against him once more. stiffening, before finally calming down again.

"i do, i wanna move in with you. truly." you lean your head back enough to comfortably look at him so he can see how serious you are. it seems to stun him a bit, eyes widened. his lips tremble like he wants to speak but can't. and since he can't, he composes himself (tries to at least) and nods, mostly to himself rather than you.

"good..good.." he mutters. you nod as well, turning back and closing your eyes to try and calm your beating heart, to fully relax.

"mhm, good."

and it's quiet again. only the sound of soft breaths and beating hearts remain. you can almost feel his heartbeat pressed against your back.

"how long have you been thinking about it--me moving in and all ?"

he hums from behind you, now that he's calmed down, his shoulders relax and he gets just a bit bolder, rubbing a thumb against the skin of your upper arm.

"does it matter ?"

"yes."

he grumbles, obviously embarrassed. " a while." is what he settles with "figured it was about time."

about time, huh ? you nod, the room overtaken by silence yet again. a comfortable, warm one you could get used to.

"'sides, i know how much you miss me when you leave."

you scoff, rolling your eyes. he's ruined the moment like his big mouth usually does.

"oh please, you're the one that keeps calling me back the moment i do leave." you shoot back, it's katsuki's turn to scoff now.

" yeah, sure. just admit you're obsessed with me, babe." he sasses.

"oh, babe you forgot your sweater at my place so come back and get it. what? no, i can't bring it back you forgot it so you come get iiit !" you put on a nasally deep voice, waving your arms around in the water dramatically.

"s-shut up, moron !" katsuki stutters, his abrupt movements of disbelief causing the water to ripple and spill over from the tub. "i don't sound like that--"

"oh babe, now that you're here i actually just remembered you forgot to gimme my 5th goodbye kiss on the way out--"

"yn.." he warns lowly.

oh yn, if i could, i'd spent my entire life makin' out with you cus i wuv you sooo much, bleh bleh muah muah-- !" your crude little kissy noises are interrupted by your boyfriend furiously flicking water into your face. you squeal loudly, shrieking trying to block the jet stream with your arms. you laugh loudly as he continues attacking you from all sides and you're sure by now half of the water he's used was most definitely on the floor, but you really couldn't care less.

and frankly, you could get used to this.

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[clingyduoapologist]

What’s crazy about “what am I without you?” “Yourself!” Is that that it is genuinely such an insane line to conclude Tommy’s arc in season 2 like, because all season people have been expecting Tommy to be a certain thing. Tubbo wanted him to be more mature, Techno wanted a loyal ally, Dream wanted a plaything. Throughout it all, Tommy’s struggled to say for himself who he is. And now, here at the end, when met with the prospect of never seeing his friend again, Tubbo tells Tommy that he’s himself. That that’s enough. That he will continue to be himself with or without him. Because through this whole season Tommy’s fucked up and been fucked over and made mistakes and suffered the consequences and that’s okay, that it’s who he is, and that it’s all he has to be.

[atdawn]

MERLIN | 5.03 The Death Song of Uther Pendragon

[barnespls]

Embrace that old bastard.

[fawntastic]

Tlt sketchpage. Mostly from Nona the Ninth