#talk abt ur muse to me

[vandalizedheart]

in kind of a shippy mood but not sure if I wanna commit to anything yet... give this a like if ur interested and I'll pop into your dms to talk shipping stuff. <3 (can also do discord if preferred)

[viaetor]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤSTUDY    :    AETHER ( 拼音, kǒng ) .

tagged by :    no one, stole it like a pirate, arrrrk !! tagging :  @13nth , @apocryphis (shenhe, lyney or kazuha) , @predvestnik , @luzofstars (riku or furina) , @iniziare (guizhong or arlecchino) , @snowtombedstar, @taiixuan (allen or yorha) , @theoneandonii and YOU!! tell me all about your muses; this is NOT a request. 🫵

—    basics.

▸       is your muse tall    /    short    /    average ? he's canonically short, around the 165cm (5′4″) mark on his most humanoid form, no more than that.

▸       are they okay with their height ? he's mostly content with his height, yeah! although he does get a tiny bit conscious whenever he realises that lumine is taller by a few centimetres when they're standing side by side, when other people try teasing him for his height, he doesn't mind. or, well... that's what he tells himself, at least. he hides his annoyance behind a perfectly stoic smile if others keep going on and on about his height. welp! "the bigger they are, the harder they fall" is the philosophy he chants to himself.

▸      what’s their hair like ? oh, it's so, so soft to the touch! long, wavy and as yellow as sun rays, it's like a golden waterfall. when he's under the direct midday sun, you can even see his hair glowing with the light it receives. i sometimes tend to describe his hair as a mane whenever it's loose, but aether tends to keep his hair braided most of the time. he's more than open to letting people decorate his hair, though! be it with flowers, another hairstyle or anything of the sort. his only request is that his feather hairclip remains at all times. asking him to cut his hair is unthinkable, too. he'd never.

▸     do they spend a  lot of time on their hair     /    grooming ? it depends if he's in a hurry or not; he doesn't have a beauty routine at all. at the beginning of his journey in teyvat, his hair would be a complete mess, and he wouldn't even blink at the looks he got from the habitants of mondstadt. but as time passed and he realised spending time on this planet was inevitable, he started to slow down. nowadays, every time he wakes up, he likes to take a bath at a lake or river, and he spends a good chunk of his time cleaning and brushing his hair. it's a therapeutic process, really, and he uses it to think of his to-do list for the day. paimon is always there to help him braid his hair as well, but he misses the way lumine would style his hair. something about how she did it always made his head feel... lighter. he misses her a lot. maybe it's why he spends some time grooming his hair when he never used to before.

▸      does your muse care about their appearance   /   what others think ? more than one might think at first glance. aether is very good at keeping his composure and posture, he loathes the idea of losing his cool or letting too much of his thoughts out. he's a traveller, and he knows people pay attention to him because of that, but he doesn't want to stand out when it comes to more personal matters. rumours about his strength and his feats are circling around town squares? that's fine. being a well-known public figure, with friends and foes in the open, is something he's used to after thousands of years of being a traveller across the stars. public display of affection, though? that is something he minds deeply since he tends to be very reserved. he's also very attentive to cultural and local costumes, and he tries his best to blend in as an outsider.

—    preferences.

▸      indoors    or    outdoors ?     outdoors. ▸      rain    or    sunshine ?  sunshine. ▸      forest    or    beach ?      forest. ▸      precious    metals    or    gems ?      metals. ▸      flowers    or    perfumes ?     flowers. ▸      personality    or    appearance ?      personality. ▸      being    alone    or    being    in    a    crowd ?     being alone. ▸      order    or    anarchy ?     order. ▸      painful    truths    or    white    lies ?     painful truths. ▸      science    or    magic ?     magic. ▸      peace    or    conflict ?    peace. ▸      night    or    day ?     day. ▸      dusk    or    dawn ?   dawn. ▸      warmth    or    cold ?     warmth. ▸      many   acquaintances    or    a    few    close    friends ?   many acquaitances. ▸      reading    or    playing    a    game ?      reading.

—    questionnaire.

▸      what are some of your muse’s bad habits ? other than the most glaring; i.e his god complex and his insistence that caelings can not love as purely as humans do (i'll talk more about this in another post), he has a considerable amount of bad habits. he refuses to ask for help even when he needs it, especially from people he considers dear, he tends to catastrophize the future a lot, he's somewhat co-dependent of lumine (a mindset he's having to change through brutal realisation), he refuses/avoids empathy from others and he oft ignores his own body and needs. less grave bad habits include him roughly biting his own lips to the point of injuring them every now and then, impulsive shopping and occasional reckless behaviour when apprehensive.

▸      has your muse lost anyone close to them ? how has it affected them ? he has lost a lot of people. friends, lovers and companions from other worlds, he's seen them all grow grey until their last breathing days. when he was a few hundred years old, he thought he had all the time he could ever want in his hands. and while that is true for himself, others aren't as fortuitous. the clock keeps on ticking, slowing down for no one, and he hates mortality because of that... but he also deeply cherishes it at the same time. a lot of things he took for granted were shaken by his realisation and losing lumine definitely didn't help. he now realises that time is a curse. his ever growing list of sins and regrets will keep on getting longer and longer... that fact haunts him, and at each new dawn, it doesn't get any easier. not without them by his side. he was meant to be an immortal entity to fight in the name of the stars, to represent the soldier will of the cosmos. he was meant to be mercilessless, brutal, devoid of laments. so why did they make him love everything that wither below the skies, so unlike him? is he fated to watch everything rot? for how long? can't he join them?

▸      what are some fond memories your muse has ? the first time that he and lumine watched lunar flowers blooming. how they used to fly across the cosmos, holding hands, and how they played on saturn's rings. he has so many with lumine that it makes him melancholic. when it comes to teyvat specifically, he remembers how well-received he was by amber and the others in mondstadt. i like to imagine that lisa and jean offered him a cup of tea once he said he was lost and looking for his sister. he still remembers the sweet taste, and how kaeya and diluc tried to cheer him up at different times. he loved playing house with klee and albedo, too. that evening that he spent with childe and teucer was so endearing, it made him wonder how his other siblings would be like. maybe albedo and childe would get along. ah, the first time he listened to zhongli's history lessons felt so freeing, as if he finally met someone who understood him. attending to hu tao and xinyan performance was something that made his heart warm. or perhaps it was the amazing jian dui that xiangling cooked that same night. when he helped collei, cyno and tighnari collect mushrooms, he could listen to their banter for hours... when he had his first beetle fight with itto, and how much kazuha laughed when he told him about it. seeing ayaka dance, and watching the fireworks with yoimiya are on the top of his list. sharing old fairy tale stories with nahida while she made him a flower crown, too. hearing al-haitham and layla talk about academic concepts of stars and having to hold a smile because he couldn't correct them... he has so many new fond memories. but he still misses home.

▸     is it easy for your muse to kill ? dangerously so. monsters, enemies, obstacles. he used to be more ruthless a few hundred years ago, but in recent times, he'll opt for the diplomatic version if he can. aether has no qualms in appealing to more brutal ways if persuasion doesn't work, though. when it comes to killing someone who he cherishes, though... that's a different story. he never had to do it. not yet.

▸      what’s it like when your muse breaks down ? if you're talking about a rage breakdown, he's going to get absolutely feral. broken wings, fangs, claws and every other monstrosity he keeps hidden will be exposed, and he'll shred whatever is provoking his anger. he gets eerily quiet once there's silence, though, but his ears are still buzzing, and his hands are still itching with his sword. when it comes to a sorrowful breakdown, he's far less destructive, even if he may punch the floor or a wall. he'll withdraw and... scratch his skin, weirdly enough. as if this humanoid flesh is what causing his sadness. and before he can notice, he'll be crying. he may try to fly off a cliff, too, even with his shattered wings. after a while, his sorrow will die out too, just like his rage: he'll get more reserved than usual, not speak a word, very aloof and apathetic to things around him. it can take him a couple of days for him to come back to his senses.

▸      is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life ? immediate yes if you are lumine. a huge "maybe" leaning towards "no" to everyone else, unfortunately.

▸      what’s your muse like when they’re in love ? aether has a complicated relationship when it comes to 'loving' someone (he doesn't think he, as a caeling, is capable of something so pure as 'to love'). he'll love your muse, but deep down, he'll doubt himself if it's really love even when it's so blatant to others. he tends to look over the person for longer, and his smile lingers for more seconds than it should be appropriate. whenever he can, he's taking the opportunity to not only spend time with them, but to lean in closer, hovering touches of shoulders, hands or anything he can get away with. he writes them more often, and he tries a more neat handwriting despite how weird the pen feels in his hand. he will visit them often and sneakily flirt with them. he'll offer to "hang out" or, depending on where they're standing, ask for "casual dates". he'll memorise important dates, he'll celebrate their victories, he'll feel and hug their griefs. he'll look them over, memorise every little mole, and speak incantations in the language of the stars. he'll tell the moon and the stars about them so that even stardust will remember them. he'll repeat their name like it's honey to his lips. he will love so, so much, and still he will think that is not enough.

[clochanam]

aisling waking up in the hospital and finding sb sitting by her bedside is actually killing me rn bc she never once had that. yk? like she NEVER had that. stanley and richard are the exceptions, so are her kids and the squad, but she feels like they feel obligated to do it. meanwhile, if anyone outside of that group did it, she'd have no idea what to do with herself.

[ccaptain]

As much as it seems intentional to copy another facet of Kaeya Alberich, the infamous chocoholic of Mondstadt, "Kaeya"s passion for chocolate is born out of coincidence and is an integral part of defining his character.

The story behind how he came to taste chocolate for the first time upon having his old self burned away lays with Siobhan, and it's a rather simple one: as it was sitting in front of the TV of its room, motionless and without an avatar to call his yet, she brought it a bowl of chocolate ice cream. It was the first dessert it tasted after the process of becoming a being, and it loved the taste. I'm talking about the black silhouette that it was perking up so visibly after being rewired by that sweet treat that it ripped a small laughter out of Siobhan and a "that good, buddy?". This became their new bonding method, to spend time together simply watching tv dramas and shows while sitting on the couch, fishing chocolate ice cream out of a tub with a spoon each. It's how they bonded again after the sweet boy of the reverie was erased from history. They just kept sharing chocolate ice cream of many varieties while the newly born being was trying to tell her what it had learned for the day- but cocoa was the base of it.

No thing that he likes is a simple affair, each of his preferences is strongly connected to a memory- which is kind of ironic, for a being that's supposed to alter history itself.

For "Kaeya", the taste of chocolate reminds him of Siobhan, of home, of familiar company and of much simpler times. He seeks out anything with chocolate in it to find the taste again and again, hoping that it sticks this time. Hoping that the warm feeling doesn't go away some time after it melted in his mouth.

It never sticks for long, but that's to be expected. He's happy for that brief time regardless.

On a lighter note, kissing him must be a pretty sweet affair. Pun intended, as there's always the taste of sweet cocoa somewhere in the decision to smooch him. He consumes it so often that it's way more pratical for him to have adopted Kaeya Alberich's method of freezing some bits to bring with himself, consuming them on the go or offering some to his traveling partners.

[sunsetnap]

   ˚ ༘ ◞˚ ꒰      ❛   just   because   im   a   cheerleader   doesnt   mean   you   can   talk   to   me   like   im   some   dumb   girl   who   will   do   whatever   you   say   .   .   .   what   are   you   even   on   about   ?   ❜

[sp1derg1rlz]

i wanna ship kitty w someone so bad .... i want her to have the friends she never had, i want her to have the experiences she never had (romantic or platonic) like yes she is a bitch. but shes only human. and she deserves love

[janeromeroshow]

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MUNDAY NO-NO AND YES LIST

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i wanna preface this by saying that there's very few things that will actually constitute an instant unfollow from me, but one seemingly inconspicious one that possibly makes me sound like a broken record is this; seeing people blatantly disregard or ignore female characters. idk i just cannot STAND it when i see blogs who'll almost go out of their way to avoid interacting with female muses. i don't exactly go through people's blogs logging the gender ratio of their interactions or anything deranged like that, but it's happened before where i'll notice that a blog has literally zero interest on interacting with a female muse and just at that point i don't think there's any reason for me to follow them in that case shrug.

[kurthorton-moving]

you guys dont understand. when this revamp is done. im gonna be so active

[bronzebtch]

everybody moved on, i stayed there right before the great council of 101 gave out their results

[badnikbreaker]

(guy who finished me3 last night and is losing it) so i think my sonic’s morality can best be summed up as the scene in the citadel dlc where maya brooks has spent the entire dlc trying to get us killed and she’s finally been captured and she and shepard are talking and maya makes some joke about how she’ll break out and shepard spits back “no.  because you’re going to sit in your cell and do your time.”  and maya asks, “afraid i’ll escape?  come for revenge?  is the great commander shepard pleading for her life?”  and shepard says, voice deadly quiet, “no.  i’m pleading for yours.”  because if maya gets loose, shepard will have NO CHOICE left but to kill her, and shepard would really rather not

[dnangelic]

he can't help the way his feelings uncomfortably stir : he doesn't thank the other or insist any further , ( because adam is , after all , an adult , ) but the word "worth" still pricks him in a way that gave him the same itching , irritated lump as the word "deserve" did . he wants to resist , decline , insist : but you do . no matter how meek and timid the niwa perpetually seemed , weren't feelings like those still his own ? to dispense and allot wherever , to whomever he liked . had he the words to express any of this , then maybe he would have balled up his fists a little at his side and stood his ground until adam accepted it .

instead , he stays as still as he can and listens , unable to help the way his eyes glide shy away from the other's --- like a nervous animal hoping not to get eaten , a dog with another's teeth bared close , far too close to its nose .

delusions ... right . what confrontation he's avoided and tried to muster up all sorts of excuses for , he suddenly feels chided over . ' kind of like --- ' he hesitates just on the brink ; feels his thoughts lurch at the thin , sliced edge of the conversation , a chasm that rips itself open right in front of him and whose deep , open plummet makes his heart sink and thud in his chest . ( adam would either immediately hate him for this , or end up shocked at the sheer hidden guts and gal it took for it . maybe even both . ) nevertheless , daisuke verbally leaps : ' like the way you kind of ... talk like you're all bad , even though you really aren't ? '

it's not the place for comparison , he knows --- but he can't help the times he had wondered whether or not there would ever be any sort of light for him . what was good , what was evil ... ? did a drop of poison always pollute the entire well ? did a weed in a field render it foul and infertile ? cherubs were said to only know peace and wear smiles ; in its shadows , the devil and all its stormy leers and grim brooding could be concluded a devil for as long as these things remained a truth .

even thieves had their reasons . their little white lies ; their rampant delusions . he's never known whether or not good intentions could make up for cardinal sins , but if he could have told adam the truth , here and now , what would the other have said , then ? would he have lent mercy , even more sympathy and encouragement , no matter how rough and crass ; no matter how bitter and angry , to the sorry kid --- criminal --- raised from birth like all of his ancestors to fall out from innocence and to endlessly steal ? his family might have been the entire reason for his woes , beginning with an ancestor of hundreds , maybe thousands of years ago , a curse --- but , after so much time , he still cared for everyone . his mother , his grandfather , a father he barely felt he knew ; the artworks he had laid his hands on , even his other self .

' i just ... ' if anything , he wished his mother really was here right now . to hear what she might say to an ordinary person when all the other times he had tried to declare that he was going to give up thieving , he had been met with nothing but a chorus of pleads and tears and demands and declines . ' ... they're the only ones who accept me , too . they know --- parts of me that no one else knows about . that i'm too scared to show to strangers or ... even my friends . ' his flush reddens a little , even more . his voice shrinks and stays infinitesimally small . ' i just don't want people to hate me . what if someone points and --- and calls me a freak or a monster ? what if it's the truth and everyone's right ? what if i can't change or --- or fix it ? '

a beat . ' i mean , whether or not it's my fault , isn't there something still wrong with me ? ' a breath . ' i'm so stupid and i keep thinking --- wondering , maybe i'm not any good for any of it . not my family or strangers or ... o-or anybody . ' and just like that , lifting an arm to rub a sleeve across his dry lips and hide away his mouth for however briefly , he apologizes again . ' sorry . i didn't --- i didn't mean to ... i just don't know what i'm doing . it feels like everyone knows what they want in life and how to talk and ... be normal , but me . and i don't know how to fix it . i never know just ... what's missing . '

Rigidly, Adam stirs in his seat, eyes flicking sideways then back at the kid in an instant.

"Don't thank me. I'm not doin' somethin' worth bein' thanked for." How horrifying it is to see the worst of one's past in another's present. Grandfather. Wounds sealed and locked somewhere in the depths of Adam's psyche - along with real, physical marks buried under makeup, clothing and pretenses of their disappearance - suddenly all feel so very fresh and new. His expression shifts to a grimace as he re-manages his heart - which's skipping beats now signify the horror of remembrance - and quickly reverts to his frown, albeit this time perhaps a little softer in its falling than he would like.

Empathy fucking sucks. He likes to think he has none. He has plenty. He likes to think he can manage that plenty. He often can. He likes to think that's the case now. It's not. He knows better than to jump to a personal conclusion about the kid's grandfather, but the very implication that he's mean connects Adam to the teenager in a way he despises.

Which is perhaps why he responds to the latter bit of his dialogue first, the good lies shtick. It happens to be so far removed from who he is - someone with an almost compulsive honesty about him unless his more complex feelings are coming into play - that he can easily use his response as a distraction.

"But, yeah - there are definitely good lies." He admits. "Little white lies 'r lies ta save people 'r whatever else kinda lie brings more good than bad, but-" a small sigh, fingers drumming up to press against the wall. "They come at the risk of formin' delusions no matter how good of a person the liar might be, so ya oughtta be careful with those even more than ya oughtta be with so-called 'bad lies'." His fingers halt their motion, eyes more intent on the kid than they initially were, perhaps to hammer home his upcoming point. "Cuz delusion's a dangerous damn thing. If ya really wanna do yourself or the world or whoever else some good, you gotta see 'em for what they are first and call 'em out on it." This, he says from experience. Protest, reform - he was just a teenager himself when he'd lifted his gay rights sign up into the air and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with many a wronged individual. He doesn't believe the world is hopeless, in spite of really wishing he could - reform is possible, just never quite in the childish vein of world-saving and eternal happiness.

Then, a pause; a complete and total halt in the air within which he debates addressing the kid's previous comment. He has no obligation to help him, he tells himself, and yet he almost wants to break him out of a certain dynamic he's sensing. A misplaced affinity or - he could've sworn he detected guilt.

"And lemme tell ya somethin' else, kid." he prefaces with just a little stall - a small moment in time to breathe. "We as a collective - people, society, whatever dramatic word ya wanna call it - tend ta have a certain misconception about family." he stresses on the word, leaning a little forward and letting a palm fall over his own knee, twirling a finger around it. "Almost everyone ya ask's gonna tell ya that you gotta love 'em - that they love you unconditionally 'n that this fact alone should be enough for ya to reciprocate," a little scoff. "Yeah, well, fuck that." He should probably stop swearing in front of the kid but, well, he's already reeling it down.

"Sometimes, your family ain't worth lovin' because they're fuckin' ya up on the daily. Sometimes, your family loves ya in a way that's wrong 'r in a way that's incompatible with how ya need to be loved. 'n ain't nothin' wrong with being pissed about that." a pause, because the next bit hits home. "And sometimes they don't love ya at all. So why should you?" A click at his tongue. "Kid. Y'started by tellin' a stranger how much your mother's smotherin' ya - she's the one who should be defendin' herself, not you. It ain't your fault she's an overbearing asshole."

[viaetor]

me but going ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ because i'm done with exams and (some of) my gigs !! so i'll probably be here more ~ also i'll sadly Not be hopping on the hsr train, but please know that ?? whew !!! himeko, welt, kafka, dan heng, gepard and serval?? VERY hot characters, very nice 10/10 would love to learn more abt them so we can write

[suhkusa]

hi hi if you’re still taking requests! Suna and you doing the heart lipstick on cheek photo shoot together which turns out cute but rin didn’t realise he took a lipstick that leaves a stain and it doesn’t come off and goes to practice with it

HEART CHEEK TREND W/ SUNA

CW. none just fluff!!

A/N. this is so /.\ if u dont know what trend anon is talking abt, you draw half a heart on ur cheek then smoosh ur cheek with someone else’s (so it transfers) and when u put ur cheeks together it creates a full <3 :ppp

“Rin, look at the pictures!” you exclaim, hand is extended towards him as he swipes through the pictures you two took. He looks half-amused as he views them.

He knows how much you’ve been wanting to do that dumb little trend, but he was glad he could do something as simple as sit still and just smoosh his cheek with yours just to make you happy.

“Looks good, babe,” Suna smiles, he gives you a small kiss on the cheek before staring at himself in his phone’s reflection. “Now let’s get this off, yeah? I got an hour ‘til practice,”

“Mhm! Thank you, Rin!” you glee, putting your phone down to run and grab your make up wipes.

As you gently started to wipe at the half-heart on his cheek, you were happy to see it start to fade. But soon the gentle strokes were not enough. A faint mark was still visible. This led you to use a little bit more force.

“Shit, you’re wiping too hard,” his hand nudges at yours.

“Well- Rin,” you say between swipes of your hand. “This might or might not be coming off of you,”

“What the hell do you mean—”

You swiftly cut him off by grabbing the lip product that he had decided to grab from your pouch. The words LIP STAIN in bolded letters stared back at you.

Maybe you’d just spare him the details and live with the consequences.

———

This is one of the rare times that Suna would be a little bit upset at you.

It’s not your fault, well, maybe it is. Maybe you shouldn’t have a relied on him to choose the right lipstick. It’s stupid though, they all look the exact same. But nonetheless, he now had to go to practice with half of a heart displayed on his cheek.

He’s conscious of himself as he walks into practice. He hopes no one says anything but of course, the twins beat him to the punch.

“Damn, Sunarin, did Y/N beat ya?” The blonde twin notes, his face scrunched up in pity.

“No dumbass, it’s that little trend that’s on Tiktok,” Osamu punches in. “That’s cute, man,”

“Oh, really?” Atsumu’s previous facial expression is replaced by a more mischievous one as he grabs Suna’s face and smooshes it with his own, mocking the trend, “you’re so in looove,”

Suna can feel the heat rising to his face but manages to keep a poker face as he pushes Atsumu away with a breathy laugh.

“Whatever, don’t tease me ‘cuz you can’t find a girlfriend,” he muses.

Osamu hollers as Atsumu makes a sound of offense.

Suna would definitely get back at you tomorrow.

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[ham1lton]

mind of mine.

pairings - lewis hamilton x singer!reader

faceclaim - beyoncé

warnings - 18+ content.

summary - lewis has just dropped his first full length album after winning his final championship. the internet goes wild trying to find his muse.

author’s note: thank u so much for the support so far and a reminder that requests for my 500 followers celebration are still open! 💕

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ham1ltonshaderoom: lewis hamilton’s first album under the pseudonym xnda, has finally been released. the explicit nature of the album has people wondering who the muse of the project could possibly be. what are we thinking ham1ltons?

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user1: shakira. i mean c’mon. they were linked together recently. it makes sense!

user2: maybe he got back with nicole?

-> user4: yeah and maybe aliens are real 🙄

user87: it’s about me. stay mad y’all 😍😝

user7: it’s about nico.

-> user6: IJBOL 😭

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lewishamilton: thank you to everyone who sent me birthday wishes! really appreciated! i had a great day celebrating with family and friends. here’s to the big 4-0!

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user2: not even talking about your album that just hit number one on the billboard charts ur so sick!!

user6: he’s so fine i’m frothing at the mouth.

user8: favourite song off the album??

-> lewishamilton: what album? 🤔😉

user7: WHO IS UR MUSE MR HAMILTON??! 🤨

-> lewishamilton: it’s sir 😉

-> user7: WHO IS UR MUSE SIR HAMILTON??! 🤨

-> user8: he’s silent when it comes to the REAL questions….

user13: him and those damn winky emojis….

yourusername: thanks for letting me celebrate with you! it was an amazing night 🫶🏽

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yourusername: drunk all summer! 💕

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ynswifey: the best vegan ice cream advert ever.

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user2: her eating vegan ice cream…. in a car that looks suspiciously like lewis’s…. using a lyric from one of his songs in her caption….. is this thee muse?

-> hater1: nah. she’s just clout chasing as usual.

-> ynfan1: not u saying THEE y/n l/n, who has the most grammy wins of all time, forever changed the way music was released and was cosigned by the greats such as prince, stevie wonder and tina turner… is clout chasing 😭

-> user6: like i’m just a casual fan and i know that statement was outrageous 😭

lewishamilton: told you edoardo’s was great.

-> yourusername: shouldn’t have doubted you 🫶🏽.

-> user7: the way this would be thee power couple…

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lewishamilton: my forever muse <3

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yourusername: love you forever 🫶🏽

-> lewishamilton: love you more 💕

landonorris: MY SWEET VIRGIN EYES!

-> user6: virgin yes. sweet?? idk abt that…

user8: user maxies on twitter must be overjoyed.

-> maxies: YALL SILENCED ME… BUT I PREVAILED ‼️

user5: vegan icons !!

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[spaceagebachelormann]

Hello! If you’re taking headcanon requests, may I please request headcanons for what Count Dracula & Erik the Phantom would be like as husbands?

dracula and erik as husbands !

✧ warnings — some mentions of death and possible spoilers for dracula and phantom of the opera. also like 2 sexual jokes i think

✧ additional info — i got so so excited by this request omg <3 if u wanna id rlly appreciate it if u sent me more requests for phantom of the opera and classic monsters!! also not really specific versions of them but i mainly had the book versions in mind

✧ m.list — nav.

ೃ༄ erik destler

he wouldn’t wait to marry you

like at all

the second you show him you’re willing to be in a relationship with him and he’s sure you won’t leave him he’s already planning your wedding

of course if you wanted to take it more slowly he might be a little impatient but he’d try his best for you :)

but he’d be so happy if u were ready to get married as soon as possible

the sad thing is he’d get so stressed while trying to plan it because he’d want it to be absolutely perfect because that’s what he didn’t get with christine

and he’d try to convince you not to worry about it or help plan the wedding becaus he wants it to be a surprise for you

however he’d talk to you about what you want <3

so unfortunately he doesn’t know a lot of people 😭 so your wedding audience consists of daroga, mme giry, and maybe christine and raoul if ur lucky and manage to convince them (but they’ll be a little on edge)

and u can invite ur family if they’d be accepting of erik!

once y’all are married it’s so sweet and romantic ohmygod

he’d make u breakfast and dinner every single day, even if he’s had a particularly bad day

he just loves doing things for you

he’d also love writing even more songs and sometimes even entire operas for you or about you, you’re his muse

before he was able to take breaks from bis work to focus on you for awhile

but now you’re married he just can’t be away from you for two minutes

will sit on the floor and talk to u while u shower

or he showers with u

his love language is spontaneously twirling u around and redoing ur wedding dance in the most random places

also carrying u to ur bed if u fall asleep on him or somewhere else, before marriage he’d just let u sleep there and make sure he doesn’t wake u up

such a sweetheart <3

ೃ༄ count dracula

takes his time to marry you

but that’s only because he takes a lot of time working out when and where to propose and shit

and then probably has the wedding planned before you even say yes

which obviously you do

he’d be a little cocky abt u saying yes ngl cause he already knew u would

but the wedding itself obviously takes place at night and mainly other vampires will show up, but he won’t let them remotely near you assuming he hasn’t turned you yet

if he has then go talk to them!! there’s no risk of u dying or getting turned by someone else!!

he’d also rlly like cooking for u and shit since he canonically had to sprint around his castle to make it seem like he had butlers or whatever 😭😭

how good is fucking amazing btw

like god damn

and obviously he has a comfortable ass vampire bed that he’d let u put 60 pillows on if u want

he’d also like have a thing for ur hair no matter how short or long it is

he likes standing behind u and running his hands through it when u do literally anything for funsies

and his fingers are really pretty and long and cold so they feel nice

he also brushes it a lot esp in the mornings

he also doesn’t even look another persons way when he’s with u

ever.

and his brides are now just. draculas sisters or wtv 😭

unless u want them to be ur wives too he won’t complain

as much as he loves you there’s time where he js like. wants personal time to go kill people think

id also imagine ur very close with renfield

like draculas kinda mean to him but ur rlly nice to him <3

like for example waving at him when u see him or just going “hi renfield!!”

renfields probably the one who found u ngl

i can’t think of anything else for him mb pookie 😔 i’ll add to this later

[ne-videl]

𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽'𝓼 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶

♡

yandere Rezef Hill x immortal fem reader

quirks of eternal life and the obsessed prince.

yandere, sfw, mentions of violence, kidnapping & imprisonment, angst??, you are immortal and reaaly bored, poor english, possibly wild image of high society bc real history suck

word count: ~3.5k

a/n: hii!!

exams be killing me

glad its over until the next year but I still have a shit ton of books to read at summer bc I'm in literature class (Tolstoy I hope ur spinning in your grave I don't want to read 3rd and 4th tome of war and peace but I have to)

anyway for this fic I re-read first chapters and?? Rezef is such a dick in the beginning?? and I forgot abt it??

also when I think about someone immortal this type of person just comes to mind (I mean ofc u don't give a damn about some angry man, you literally have been through everything) and don't worry about Cayena she's chilling in a nice place

indeed, lady [name], you are shining brighter than usual today. you've only recently returned to the capital, haven't you?" – at that warm evening, a pretty young girl was chirping in your ear, sitting with you on a luxurious sofa in the ballroom.

you listened with half an ear to a mixture of flattery and sincere admiration, looking into nowhere from under your eyelashes.

the ball was playing its climax, and the guests were harmoniously spinning in a german waltz. others, more noble and older, entertained themselves with idle conversations.

you too, thanks to your position, were little constrained by the limits of secular norms, and did not bother dancing. tonight you wanted anything other than to gallop around the stuffy hall. your eyes, devoid of the childish brilliance peculiar to your peers, looked indifferently at the guests.

the ball in honor of the beginning of summer was a great event, even the royal family usually participated in it; such celebrations instilled in their noble participants a sense of reverence for the higher-ranking present and idle anticipation of the upcoming entertainment.

but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't see anything more from the height of your velvet sofa than pretentiously dressed men and women; strangely moving, stiffly dancing and talking vague figures under the sickening light of numerous chandeliers. all this in the stuffy luxury of the hall seemed to you so fake, pretentious and unnatural that you could barely restrain yourself from haughty laughter, or from a bored sigh.

[name], beautiful [name]! daughter of the richest man in the empire, a brilliant socialite, trendsetter and muse of famous poets.

you vaguely remembered what was inside some rubbish that you read about a hundred years ago, you don't know when and you don't know where.

and although in your case, "a hundred years" might not be just a phrase, you couldn't care less. whether this the fifth life or the hundredth – what's the difference? right, there's none – you thought lazily, openly staring at the crown prince exchanging pleasantries with representatives of the capital's bohemians.

like you, who on the last night of spring were dressed up like a Christmas tree, his highness shone with the white brocade of his suit today. eyes with the color of ceylon sapphire peeked out from under his golden bangs, giving everyone present the condescending look of the royalty. little prince – as you laughingly called him to yourself – was handsome to the point that young girls blushed deeply as soon as they saw him, and married ladies sighed dreamily.

at the sight of the handsome prince, some memory cracked in your skull, however, it died as quickly as it appeared. this and a thousand other memories were simply not worth your attention, and, of course, you never scolded yourself for the forgetfulness inherent in your age. you were above it all.

Rezef easily distinguished among the crowd a lady dressed in thick silk with bare shoulders. on your neck, which he did not hesitate to stare at, there was a pair of pearl necklace with a large emerald. when you met his gaze, you smiled falsely and slightly bowed your head.

middle-aged count, whose name he could not remember, looked at the woman in the corner of the hall, and scratched his gray beard with a smile.

"gorgeous, isn't she?" – an old dog next to him grinned vulgarly – "the beauty of the empire, they say."

"what a wonder." – Rezef did not take his strangely enchanted gaze off you, and the words escaped from his lips with a gasp – "it's not a pity to fall in love with such a creature." – he said maliciously, as if he concluded for himself.

the crown prince walked towards you, ignoring the knowing look of the nameless old man beside him.

he walked confidently, with a deceptively friendly smile, and would have been incredibly ridiculous to you if he hadn't been so handsome.

"good night to you, lady [name]." – Rezef smiled warmly, and held out his hand in a snow-white glove to you, – "may I keep you company?"

he kissed your palm, and without waiting for consent, sat down next to you.

you talked about various nonsense; Rezef did not take his shining eyes off you and listened, and you chatted in a dry tone about the opera, exhibitions and the weather in the capital, hardly forcing yourself to remember the topics that the ladies had already retold a hundred times.

but the guests were invited to the cotillion, and you left the little prince as easily as you accepted him into your shining company.

with the last round of the dance, everything that was happening completely mixed up in your head into a bright, stuffy mess, accompanied by the imperial orchestra and the clatter of shoes on the lacquered parquet.

and in the end, caught by the prince's arm, you were only a little confused, but you didn't show it.

"why won't you stay the night at the palace?" – Rezef said, whose broad chest rose and fell rapidly after dancing, just like your own.

you raised your eyebrows, looking at him from under your eyelashes, and fell into thought, accompanied by the prince to one of the front balconies.

normally, you wouldn't mind spending the night with such a handsome man, but today you didn't want carnal pleasures at all. and of course, you could afford to just turn down the prince like that; just because you're not in the mood, just because you don't want to.

"thank you for the offer, your highness, however, I will refrain." – you said.

for a second, when his eye twitched, you saw something unpleasantly bitter in Rezef's soft features, a mixture of disappointment with something else. but you didn't care to the depths of your callous heart; today you're not in the mood, today you're not having any fun at all.

and what was the point of that endless journey that you called life if you weren't having fun?

Rezef fell silent, maintaining his sugary smile and standing next to you, and you leaned on the marble railing, looking up at the sky.

the pale disk of the moon is floating high on the horizon. there was music coming from the ballroom, the rustle of dresses and the clatter of shoes, irritating your ears; the little prince had been gathering his thoughts for a couple of minutes to speak; and you rested your chin on your silk-gloved hand.

"tell me, lady [name]." – your bored gaze returned to the Crown Prince, – "this night, the moon and the stars, and me, doesn't that remind you of anything?"

you raised your eyebrow. even if you tried, you wouldn't be able to remember; over the years, memories inevitably dimmed and got lost.

Rezef looked at you expectantly, with almost childish anticipation. a sick gleam flashed in his eyes.

the longer your silence dragged on, the more you disliked his face, his eyes; the childish interest in his handsome features contrasted unpleasantly with the look of a madman. as if you won't say what he wants to hear now, the earth itself will crack and split in half.

"I'm afraid not, your highness. nothing at all." – you said, lightly shaking your shoulders.

the little prince didn't say anything else. his lips trembled, and he stared into the distance, clearly terribly disappointed.

the last night of spring burned out in your cold eyes, and you sighed indifferently.

♡

Rezef remembered his childhood well. in a world where everyone hated him, for some reason, there were no pretty princesses or kind older sisters. nobody. at all.

there was only a lady dressed in silk and the moon.

you came to him in dreams; whether out of boredom or out of simple human pity, he didn't know. you came because you could and wanted to; because you said you loved doing what you wanted.

it was just the two of you in this dream world. you told him all the life you could remember; and you had a long one, longer than the biggest cat's tail.

the boy lay on your lap and listened, and sometimes cried.

in this world its eat or be eaten, but you definitely won't eat him.

"they all say that I have no place in this world. that I'd better disappear." – little prince was clutching the silk of your dress tightly in his hands and squinting. – "I hate them."

"all of them?" – you answered with a relaxed, lazy smile, running your hand through the boy's golden hair.

"you and I have a lot in common. that's the way life is, child. when you grow up, you definitely start hating someone." – you were grinning. – "and you cry and feel sad a lot."

"when I become emperor, I will definitely make you the happiest in the whole world! so that you will never cry again." – the boy squeezed your hands tightly in his palms and smiled radiantly. he hesitated slightly, and looked at you from under his golden eyelashes. "but you didn't tell me your name."

"[name]." – you breathed out laughingly.

"aren't you a fairy by any chance?" – little prince tilted his head to the side, looking at you with a radiant gaze of his blue eyes.

"perhaps." – you giggled.

prince laughed loudly. a fake moon was hanging over you two, and fake stars were shining; everything in the dream world is fake – you told him.

but he liked these strange dreams. and wanted them to become real; to have a real moon, real stars, and only him and you.

♡

every time already grown-up Rezef met the woman from his dreams, he felt his heart beating faster.

human heart, such a fragile and pathetic little thing. how many of these hearts have you got your hands on?

he would gladly have torn out each one with his own hands.

the love for you, which has passed through the years, was like bitter liquor sliding down his throat. after it, the stomach turns out, but it intoxicates so much that he can't hold himself from taking another sip.

there is no light in him to give you. all he has is the suffocating darkness of his mind, cultivated by the mores of the palace, the thirst for power and cruelty. but just as no one else besides yourself mattered to you, Rezef didn't give a damn about the nature of his feelings.

poor, pathetic little prince. no one told him that this is not the way he should love someone. like a child who has not been taught to walk, and now it's crawling.

he's still holding back, but if necessary, Rezef will gladly drag you with him into the depths of hell.

but it hurts so much. every time he sees you laughing with someone else, smiling at someone else, he wants to cry.

it should be me! – his heart screams – it should be me! – his wounded soul cries while the prince stands over the corpse of one of your suitors, whom Rezef himself turned into a bloody mess. you should have held his hand. should have been smiling at him.

when someone's neck crunched under his hands again, he thought about you. would you praise him if Rezef brought you this man's head? for your smile, he would give his own heart, still fresh, in warm blood, right out of the gaping hole in his chest.

if you knew, you'd laugh.

because you are eternal, and he is just a human being. Inevitably, there will come a day when you will live, but Rezef will not. one day he will die, will end, and you will laugh coldly and continue your endless journey.

no matter what he does, no matter how hard he tries, you will always have an escape route. you can leave him.

unfair.

Rezef was even a little mad at you for that. he loved you so much; if you had only fluttered your eyelashes once and smiled – even falsely – he would have laid the whole world at your feet!

but you're breaking him. you don't care. you're only interested as long as you're having fun.

oh, how he despised that feeling, and despised you. how much he wanted to kill all the butterflies in his stomach, tear out every shiny wing; wanted to never see your mocking smile and indifferent eyes again, one fleeting glance of which easily made Rezef forget about al struggles for the throne.

he loved you as he had never loved anyone before; and hated because he didn't want to love, because he knew that you won't ever reciprocate.

♡

he and you could't be called friends, however, in the capital's high society, almost all of its representatives were friends and enemies at the same time. in any case, it was not shameful for the crown prince to visit the daughter of the richest man in the empire for dinner.

tall pine trees lined up in orderly rows along the hectares of the estate's garden, shining with luxury no worse than the imperial palace. they bowed their gloomy heads and silently greeted the carriage that evening under the hot july sun that had not yet set.

after dinner was served and eaten, you ordered one of your maids to serve tea in the garden.

"undoubtedly, what happened to the count's daughter is a disgrace to the whole family, however, I cannot help but sympathize with her." – you talked a lot again and at the same time didn't actually say anything.

the only good thing about such conversations about nothing was the opportunity to listen to your measured, eternally bored voice, and just look at you like at a painting in a museum.

the upper world was completely fake and unnatural, and you gladly accepted this fake as a living embodiment of it. and Rezef was willing to play along, because he was the prince, because it was necessary to. and so your conversation drifted from topic to topic, from one rumor to another. the warm wind made him close his sapphire eyes.

"I've seen you in my dreams, marchioness. when I was little." – the crown prince lazily tilted his head to the side, – "I know you, yet you don't remember me. isn't that unfair?" – he said with mock, with sarcastic sadness.

"is it?" – you took a sip of flower tea from a porcelain cup – "well, life is full of injustices, your highness."

a small cabbage butterfly landed right on your finger, moving its thin paws under the cold gaze of your eyes.

"lady, do you like butterflies?" – the prince smiled warmly – "there are a lot of them in your garden."

"only poisonous ones, perhaps." – you replied, and with a smile reflecting his own, squeezed the butterfly in your hand. – "they bring death, yet die themselves if I squeeze my hand just like that. how curious."

"and what about you?" – Rezef, as if enchanted, watched the transparent wings fall on the countertop – "can't you die?"

"I can't be killed in a way that matters." – you answered with a grin, as if you were repeating these words for the thousandth time.

prince pursed his lips in a forced smile. in the end, nothing has changed; he is still just a man at the walls of the eternal city. you won't listen, won't understand, and won't love.

because eternity is beautiful by itself, eternity does not need anyone else.

Rezef likes to think he's doing the right thing.

It's your fault. you could not smile at him so beautifully, not illuminate his darkness with your cold light, not make him feel this.

he didn't want to expose the ugliness of his soul, didn't want to go that far. it's all because of you. you don't even know what an insane cocktail of love and hatred you're making him feel.

and you also don't know that your tea is poisoned.

♡

"do you like your new quarters?" – Rezef almost purred, – "I was trying to guess your preferences, but if something doesn't suit you, be sure to tell me."

huh?

"you won't feel a need for anything," – little prince smiled radiantly, – "prepare to enjoy family life. just have fun and obey me, and I will make you the happiest in the whole world."

what?

Rezef was sitting, busily folding his beautiful hands, and enjoying for the first time the confused, trembling look in your eyes.

a giant bedroom, a four-poster bed, silk sheets on which you were sitting, a translucent nightgown that barely hides anything, and a scarlet ribbon around your neck.

while you were looking around uncomprehendingly, the prince sat down on the bed next to you and smiled sickly.

you saw that abomination again in the bright blue; the look of a pure madman, love which became an illness, mixed with almost animal hatred. a ribbon around your neck.

did he just put you on a leash, like you were some lap dog? that pup, who cried on your lap? you, a being older than his entire palace? you, for whom biting off someone's head is like having breakfast?

you haven't been humiliated like this in the last half-millennium.

"child." – you said slowly and quietly, and in your dry voice there was no trace of the cheeky, fake politeness peculiar to this aristocratic disguise of yours – "I'll pull your guts out through your mouth." – your lips trembled in sheer rage.

Rezef stroked your head and sighed.

"you came into my life so easily. it didn't mean anything to you, did it?" – the corner of his eye twitched, and he laughed bitterly, – "don't think I'll let you go now. never."

hit landed right on the bridge of his nose. you turned out to be much stronger than he expected, and your face was distorted with rage like he had never seen before. Rezef felt his nose bleed.

was the devil himself looking at him through your eyes now? – he thought with a strange calmness.

you hit a couple more times, and, shaking the blood off your knuckles, tore the ribbon from your neck.

how dare he? all of them are just actors in your endless play. if you're not having fun, then none of this makes sense. if you're not having fun, then what are you living for?

you were breathing fast, and were silent. it was as if for eternity you two just looked at each other; you – with fury, he – with calmness, even affably. you were sick of that expression.

but that rage of yours quickly subsided. it wasn't that you forgave him, it was just that after a couple of days you got bored with being violent.

and a year later, you stopped paying attention to the seemingly completely insane circumstances of your new life at all. you didn't mind his sole yet imaginary control over you, just because he didn't mean that much to you.

even now, nothing has changed at all.

and with the tendons cut at your ankles, looking at him with the same bored eyes, you were still disgustingly beautiful to him in the moonlight on the last night of spring.

"tomorrow I will become emperor." – instead of greeting you, Rezef said, entering the room. his face did not express joy, rather, bewilderment, as if he himself for some reason was not completely happy with it.

"yeah." – you said, without looking up from the book, – "congratulations."

now it was difficult for you to move around by yourself, so Rezef usually carried you in his arms.

he sat down on the bed and put his head on your lap and frowned.

"tell me, [name]," – he looked up at you, and when he met your impassive face, he forced a smile, – "why do I feel like I'll never see you again?"

"because you won't. I'm bored." – you shrugged and continued, – "you know, I could hate you." – you spoke calmly and dryly – "but you're not worth it. because in the end, I go on living; I always go on, and you, child, will fall into the very depths of hell."

you stroked his golden hair and smiled calmly. Rezef hid his face on your hips.

"I don't regret anything," – little prince suddenly said softly and laughed.

the last night of spring burned out in your eyes as you disappeared.

brotha euugh

one day I'll go to therapy and stop being funny but not today

I finished playing slow damage and it's the best novel in my life (that shit destroyed me)

also good ends are for weak

I mean I write for yanderes ofc there's not gonna be anything good

it's either normal or "we're fucked" here

also I'm physically intolerable to good endings and will cry if I'd ever had to write one (I love sufferings)