#thank you again for the kind words anon!!

[lchufflepuffcorn]

Hi! I’ve been loving your Dragon!Hybrid headcanons!

I was wondering if I please could request headcanons on how each Dragon!Hybrid would react if their partner got injured? I don’t mind the gender specified!

Thank you!

Hiya Anon!

I'm glad you like it. I hope this headcanon will entertain as much as the rest. It was very interesting to write how everyone would react differently, as each has different challenges.

If you ever want to request something again, you can identify yourself as the 😵‍💫 emoji!

Injuries

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Dragon!Hybrid Masterlist

Aegon:

“What’s happened?” 

Aegon was out of breath and walking briskly to you. There seems to be a mild panic in his voice; it's a bit higher than usual. You don’t know how he learned you’d gotten yourself into the care of the maester, but he’s here now… 

You shake your head as the maester explains how the cut on your forehead was superficial; he ‘tsk,’ rolling his eyes and dismissing the man before he can finish his sentence. 

Whilst his help is quick to leave the room, the maester takes his time leaving, and recommends a thousand things for you to do before finally closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with Aegon. 

The scale adorning his neck now extends to his jaw, his eyes more lizard-y than human. He asks again. “What’s.  happened?” This time, panic left its place to anger. It’s your turn to roll your eyes. 

“Nothing, truly.” 

Was your annoyance justified? Yes. Was it wise to use a tone on Aegon at the current time? Probably not. You watched as a stream of smoke left his mouth, eyes shining and talons sharpening at the tip of his fingers. “Issa prumia…” It sounded both like a threat and a caress. Somehow, that made you shiver; you didn’t know what kind of emotion that reaction came from.

It was not often that Aegon’s temper escaped him; the sight of blood must truly have disturbed him for him to let Sunfyre take control of the situation. You sighed a little, both to control the shake in your limbs and to regain (even just a little bit) some patience, which you were lacking awfully. 

“I peeled an apple with a blunt knife.” You let out, softly. The heat of embarrassment flamed through your veins as the words got past your lips. 

When all Aegon (Sunfyre?) did was raise an eyebrow, not adding anything, you sighed again. Must you truly embarrass yourself further? 

He just stayed silent, eyes locked on you, sometimes going to the bandage on your forehead. Shoulders sinking, you capitulated.

“I guess I made to hard a movement whilst peeling the fruit, and I cut myself with the knife.” You explained further, eyes stubbornly kept over Aegon’s head, on the wall. 

Aegon huffed, voice rougher than usual. “You guess?” He chided. 

“It wasn’t my intention.” You bite back before taking a breath. All of this wasn’t worth a dragon’s anger. “I won’t do it ag—“

Before you could finish your sentence, Aegon was climbing over your knees, opening your arms from the hug you had self-imposed on your body to tuck himself beneath your chin. A soft, acute purring escaping him. 

“So you're fine. I’ll have someone cut your fruit from now on. Hold me now. I’ve missed you.” He orders.

Brat. 

Aemond: 

You, hurt? Good joke. No, but seriously, it won’t ever happen because he’ll bust that person’s face before they can even think about hurting you. He’ll destroy the walls, the stairs, and eradicate the bees for you. 

And if (when) he can’t, he’ll panic. 

“What are you doing?” Comes the snarling question from your lover, the previously locked door nearly taken out of its joints as he opened it. You look up from your kneeling position on the ground. 

“Cutting through the wood.” You answer truthfully, showing him the knife you were using before he’d rudely taken away said door. The world was fuzzy on the edge of your sight, and you wanted fresh air; that wasn't too much to ask, was it? 

“May I ask why?” Aemond’s tone is not less venomous than when he first spoke, but you’ve dealt with him before. Honesty is your best way out of his wrath. 

“I was bored, and I’m feeling a lot better.” 

Aemond grunts, not convinced by your words (maybe because of the paleness you exhibited or the numerous escape maneuvers you’d pulled throughout the week.) He helped you to stand, even going as far as to pat the dirt out of your clothes before leading you back again to the plush chair near the fire (drats!). 

“A fever and a cold don’t just go away within three days, Qelos.” He chided you coldly, puffing out the cushion of the chair before helping you sit down. 

“Maybe it was a small fever? A baby cold?” you tried to convince him again. Humour was your best ally in conditions such as this. It was lies. A cold? Please. The only cold you’ve caught was by being exposed to a botched poisoning (a bad fish) and were forced to ludicrous experiments by the maester to make your illness go quicker (sleeping three nights in a hammock for fresh air in winter.)

Rewarding your tries to humour, however, Aemond’s face lost its edge; a small smile curved his lips, if only for a moment. 

“I promise to make up for your lack of entertainment, Qelos. Shall I call for music and refreshments?” He teased, covering your legs with a blanket, and kneeling next to you. His good eye had lost the coldness it usually shined with. 

Baela: 

Poor baby, you’re hurt? Don’t worry; Baela will take care of you. She’s not one to panic, or, at least, to let it show too much. 

“How does it feel?” She’d ask, for the thousandth time (or so it seemed) in the last hour, looking at the bump on your forehead. 

She was holding a small bag of ice over it and knew as much as you did that your condition had not changed since you’d ungracefully fallen flat on your face and came back up on your feet with a disoriented spring to your movements. Yet you answered all the same. 

“It’s cold, but it seems like my heart has gone back to my chest, as my brain isn’t beating as hard now.”

She hummed softly as the only answer, running her finger through your hair. Baela let her gaze run over your face, lost in her own mind now. You were making it seem as if you hadn’t seen her scramble out of her dragon form when you fell from your seat on her back, and she didn’t comment on the unseemly manner in which you’d fallen. Both parties were happy that way. (Ego : bruised, forehead : bumped, knees scraped, but on equal ground.)

Daemon: 

To Daemon, it depends. Did it draw blood? Did you do this to yourself? If you didn’t bleed, walk it off. If someone did this to you?? Blood or not, there’s gonna be hell to pay! 

It wasn’t a big deal. Seriously. Some drunk lord was talking smack and waving his knife around, a bit too close to your face. It might have been covert threats; you weren’t really listening. You’d gotten cut. Next thing you know, Daemon is cradling your face in his hands, examining the cut under all it’s angles (it literally just has one!!!), a scowl very present on his face. 

You try to whisper comforting words to him. “It’s okay; I’m okay. It’s not deep.” But it seems to only anger him more. A deep, cavernous sound echos in the chamber, shaking you to your core, and making the usually warm atmosphere (colder by the sudden shift of Daemon’s mood) freezing now. 

The lord was scrambling, apologies spurting out of his mouth faster than he could breathe; the man was already half up when Daemon spoke. His gaze was still locked on the bleeding cut on your cheek. 

“Making such a pretty thing bleed. Tis a distasteful hobby.” He said, growled, at the man. The lord only agreed, probably hoping that it would help his cause. 

“It’s nothing.” You tried to soothe your lover again, but Daemon’s gaze snapped to your eyes, his hands once gently cradling your face now becoming more tense, squishing your cheeks a tad to silence you. Not your battle to fight anymore. 

Caraxes’ fire burnt in his eyes. 

Helaena: 

She’ll soothe you to the best of her abilities, but she’s not a maester and thus is no good at healing, except to press something over the blood. That she knows. She might be a bit panicked due to her lack of knowledge. 

“I’m fine, my lady.” You laugh quietly, moving your head away from Helaena’s grip. 

She was holding her carefully embroidered project to your bloody nose. “How can you be? You’re bleeding!” She told you in a small, huffy voice that she kept for the sleeping children near yourselves. 

“This tends to happen when someone opens a door on your nose.” You teased softly, taking her hands in yours to steady her movements. 

“I didn’t know you were behind it!” She claims (again) exasperation dripping into her tone, eyes wide. You chuckled, letting one of her hands go to push back a strand of her hair from her face. 

“I never said you were to blame, my lady.” You kissed the hand remaining in your, a smirk plastered on your lips, the taste of iron prominent on your tongue. 

“Come, let’s get you properly cleaned up; you’ve bled all over your clothes.”

Jacaerys: 

As Jace rarely spends time away from you (or has you alone), you don’t often get hurt by accident. Or, if someone hurts you with the intention to do it, that’s another story, and Jace will search for retribution (wait— that’s probably more Vermax, but who knows…) 

Head held low, sitting like a child being sermoned as Jace paces around your shared chambers quietly. The maester had only just left, and you had dreaded that situation in which you were now trusted. Objectively, due to the wings that were nervously (angrily) fluttering behind Jace at every step, you knew that he was probably having a heated conversation with Vermax. 

Your injury was not bad, per se. It wasn’t good either, and your arm would be in a sling for months to come, but you hadn’t been in any mortal danger. Sure, young Joffrey and little Aegon were playing roughly, but it wasn’t that dramatic!

“Jace…” You spoke softly, deciding to address the elephant in the room quicker so the tension would melt. 

“You could’ve hurt yourself worst. How could you think it was a good idea to let the toss you around?” He spat, his eyes burning with a worried fire inside of them. His tone was strained—not entirely Jace, but not wholly Vermax either. 

“It’s healthy for young boys to play fighting!” You defended calmly, raising from your seat to approach your lover, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“I should like you to remain whole instead.” He scoffed, wrapping his arms around your middle to bring you closer to his chest. He presses a kiss to your forehead, minding not to place your broken arm in way of more hurt. His body is warmer than usual; the wave of emotions is probably the cause for it. 

“I promise to you that I’ll be more careful and mindful,” you added when Jace’s brows furrowed, “of my non-dragon self.” 

A churtle escaped the man’s throat, and his arms tightened around you. “Don’t joke around; I’m mad at you.” He huffed, making you smile. 

Laenor:

Laenor is more diplomatic than most. He finds that some injuries are good for the built of characters, and so he is not too alarmed when you come back with scraped knees and such. He will spend some time tending to you and comforting you, too. But in no way, shape, or form will it be something that gives him anxiety. 

“Are you hurt?” Laenor called down the mat of the (rather large) fishing boat he’d brought you for a small trip as another angry wave crashed on the bow and over the deck. Staggering, you held on to whatever was nearer (and stable enough to help you keep your footing). 

“No!” Somehow, your voice went over the sound of the angry sea and angrier skies to meet Laenor’s ears, and with a solanel nod, he dropped to the deck. 

“Good.”

 

Rhaenyra: 

Another one who’ll be very zen about the whole ordeal. People get hurt; it’s life. People get attacked; it’s also life. Oh, what’s that? They got fired? They found them dead?? How sad.

“What is it, Beloved?” She called out to you, her nose buried in an important report. She heard the door of the room open and close, the usual smell of your bathing oils giving you up to her sense of smell. 

“There’s a new kitchen boy.” 

Your answer was short, to the point, accusatory, even, but it didn’t seem to matter to Rhaenyra, as she simply gazed up at you for a second, diving back down into her report afterward. 

She took a deep breath, placing the paper down and taking another one, looking utterly unbothered. The golden, shimmering scales on her forearms mired against the walls, lit up by the candles on her desk, but it didn’t bring the smile it usually did. Instead, you crossed your arms against your chest, awaiting an answer. 

“Rotation within the staff happens, my heart; it’s hardly something I can control.” 

You scoffed a little. “So, it’s not about yesterday’s incident, then?” Rhaenyra looked back at you, eyebrow raised, either quizzically or mockingly; you couldn’t decipher which. 

“Whatever do you mean?”

Your eyes narrowed, and you walked closer to her desk, leaning against it to close the distance between both of you further. “The spilled tea? Your threats have been heard loud and clear. Was it not your doing?” You accused her in a cold tone that an untrained ear could mistake for calmness. Rhaenyra only smiled. 

“I know not what you speak of, darling.” 

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Hiii, i saw that you're taking requests and I have one. ❤️

Can you please write something about Noah and reader who had started their relationship not too long ago and Noah discovers reader's scars. She's pretty insecure about them and thinks that he'll be disgusted when he sees them but he just starts kissing them instead and likes her just as much as before if not even more because being so vulnerable around him just shows how much she trusts him. There can be some smut or just fluff, it's up to you (this was kind of inspired by "A match into water" by Pierce the veil bc it just seems so Noah coded in my opinion 🤭)

Thank you in advance 🥹

So sorry anon I just saw this😭❤️ hope you like it!

Warning: fluff, mentions of self harm..

The air in Noah's house was thick with the scent of sandalwood and something undeniably him – a mix of leather, ink, and warm skin. We'd only been dating a few months, a whirlwind of late-night talks, shared playlists, and an undeniable, electric attraction. Tonight, we were curled up on the couch, a movie flickering on the screen, but neither of us was really watching.

His hand traced lazy circles on my arm. As I admired his tattoos. Each brush of ink was a conversation, a story etched onto his skin. I loved tracing them, memorizing the swirling patterns, the hidden meanings. It was a stark contrast to the canvas I’d been desperately trying to hide.

I shifted slightly, pulling my sleeve down further. Anxiety coiled in my stomach, a familiar serpent whispering doubts in my ear. He was so beautiful, so confident, a walking piece of art. And me? I was a damaged landscape he hadn’t fully explored yet.

His fingers stilled. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. His eyes locking on mine, filled with concern.

I swallowed hard. "Yeah, just... cold." A pathetic excuse, but all I could manage.

He chuckled softly. "Come here." He pulled me closer, tucking me further into his side. His arm wrapped around me, warm and protective. And that's when it happened. My sleeve, already stretched thin, rode up a little too far.

The breath hitched in my throat. The flickering light danced across the pale lines on my wrist, a ghostly reminder of past battles. My heart hammered against my ribs, threatening to break free.

Noah went still as a statue. For what felt like an eternity, he didn't move, didn't speak. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the inevitable. Disgust. Disappointment. Maybe even pity. Anything but this suffocating silence.

"Y/n?" His voice was barely a whisper.

I couldn't meet his gaze. Shame burned in my cheeks. "I... I was young and stupid." The words tumbled out, a desperate plea for understanding. "It’s... it's in the past."

He gently took my wrist in his hand, his touch feather-light. My eyes flicked open, drawn to the intensity in his gaze. He wasn't looking at me with disgust. He was looking at me with... empathy?

He turned my arm over, his thumb tracing the faded lines. He didn't say anything for so long, the silence deafening. I wanted to disappear, to melt into the couch and never be seen again.

Finally, he lifted my hand to his lips. One by one, he kissed the scars, each touch a featherlight apology. He kissed them with reverence, with a tenderness that made tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

"They're just stories, Y/n," he murmured against my skin. "Stories of survival. And you're here. You survived."

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a depth of understanding I'd never expected. "Don't ever be ashamed of them. They're a part of you."

He brought my hand to his heart, pressing it against his chest. The steady beat of his heart was a comforting rhythm against my palm. "They show me how strong you are. How much you've overcome."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm on my ear. "And honestly," he whispered, pure warmth returning to his eyes, "it makes me feel…good…that you let me see this... it means the world to me."

He kissed me then, a slow, gentle kiss that tasted of understanding and acceptance. In that moment, the serpent of doubt retreated, banished by the warmth of his love.

I knew then that he didn't see me as damaged. He saw me as a survivor. And maybe, I could start seeing myself that way too. Being so vulnerable, so utterly exposed, had been terrifying. But it had also forged a bond stronger than anything I could have imagined. He hadn't been disgusted. He’d been… honored.

As he pulled me closer, his arms wrapping securely around me, I knew one thing for sure: I wasn't just falling in love with Noah. I was falling in love with myself, scars and all. And he was right there beside me, every step of the way.

[akookminsupporter]

I'm basic and like Woosan and Minsung lol. Like, I'm a sucker and click on the YouTube shorts / tiktoks about their chemistry or how they're whipped for each other.

That said, I think if anything, the presence of fan service is a pretty clear indicator that the relationship is platonic lol. Like, if two members were actually dating, flirting, etc. then they'd keep it hidden from the public and probably other idols/industry folks, too.

i saw this on my timeline from a stan of another group. but aren't they telling the truth ? will a real couple be that public with their gay relationship with their bandmate ? Its very unlikely 2 men who have a secret relationship behind the scenes will flaunt it for public to see in their homophobic country, especially knowing its harmful for them their group their company their families etc. Going on trips, filming and releasing it, saying you got bitten, allowing staff to film it, having numerous skinship moments on screen and on stage - especially when one is extra private and professional to the point he even hides his iphone airpods which he shares with his supposed bf because they have a contract with samsung and the one who is stalked every 2 days by his y/n saesangs who apparanlty doesnt know about his sexuality or relationship with bandmate, huh?. This all sums up to them being genuine platonic friends who are playing up for their fans and doesnt mind being called a couple. None of heavily shipped duos in other groups doesnt shy away from pda, even teasing fans in their live streams because at the end of the day they are close friends who have nothing hidden going on or to fear.

Its naive to think jikook are a real couple who should be protected in their homophobic country(or world in general) and from crazy fandom when its Jikook themselves who are exhibiting their friendship in homoromantic way for public to see. Make it make sense ?

I took the bait because I was upset and needed an outlet for my frustration. Consider yourself lucky, Anon—messages like yours usually get blocked without a second thought. Yay, you.

I didn’t bother reading every word you wrote, but I got the gist of it. So now I ask, what exactly were you hoping to accomplish? What kind of reaction were you expecting from me or the people who follow this blog? Did you think we’d suddenly have an epiphany and thank you for ‘enlightening’ us? Were you hoping we’d scramble to find that link to another group's fan who supposedly has all the answers? What was your endgame here?

Did you genuinely believe that after reading this, I’d shut down my blog because a fan from another group made a sweeping statement ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE, MIND YOU? That I’d suddenly discard my own opinions, years of observations, and everything I believe in—just because some random fan, who is undoubtedly biased in their own way, decided to declare their version of what, the truth according to you? Why should their perspective or opinion hold more weight than mine or that of any average Jikooker? Why do people like you invest so much energy into trying to convince us that Jikook isn’t real—or, in this case, that it can’t be real for X and Y reasons?

You’re not here for an honest discussion. You’re not offering new insights, nor do you seem remotely interested in hearing a different perspective. So, once again—what exactly was your purpose in sending this?

[abyssal-ilk]

you dont know how happy it makes me to read so much vivienne meta of someone who fucking gets her, bless you

and you don't know how happy it made me to see this ask!! vivienne is my all-time favorite dragon age character, and it always makes me extremely happy to see and talk to other people who also enjoy her. thank you sm for the kind words!!

[inkly-heart]

please don’t be sad little sprout, you are loved 🌱 🖤

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[hottiehiei]

I love all of your writing but specifically the soft Hiei story had my grown butt giggling like a schoolgirl 😍! Could we get more soft Hiei, nsfw or sfw dealers choice, in any sort of scenario?? I look forward to reading more of your stories! Also just had my first Hiei dream the other night and I was giddy when I woke up 😁

i’m so happy you enjoy my writing, anon :’) now i’m giggling like a schoolgirl!!! haha <333

i did headcanons because it’s easier for me to write!

Soft!Hiei (Fluff Version)

sfw, fluff, gender neutral

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𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei is so whipped. Everyone has caught him smiling at you from a distance, just obsessed with every little thing you do. Years ago he would’ve laughed at the possibility of falling in love. Now he can’t imagine himself without you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 When sitting alone together, Hiei falls asleep on your shoulder. At first it was accidental, and he was pretty embarrassed about it after he woke up, but as time went on, he intentionally shifts closers to your side in hopes of leaning on you. As he gets comfortable with this level of intimacy, he will occasionally rests his head on your lap, which is the perfect opportunity to play in his hair or trace the outline of his face.

𓆩⟡𓆪 It may not seem like it, but Hiei doesn’t mind listening to your random thoughts or interests, even if he can’t relate to them. He makes an effort to understand who you are, and that includes your weird opinions! Before long, he knows you better than anyone else.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei doesn’t have any cute nicknames for you like “Baby” or “Babe”. He only calls you by your given name, but honestly, it rolls off his tongue so smoothly that it feels just as endearing. When he calls out to you, his voice is alluring, and you’ll feel compelled to follow him anywhere.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Disagreements rarely escalate because Hiei can’t stay upset with you for long. He might pretend he’s angry, but the second you start pouting, he drops the act.

𓆩⟡𓆪 If you’re upset with him though, he’s very stubborn, almost like a child. Oh, you’re mad about what he said during an argument? Okay, well now he’s mad too! (He tries to move on like it never happened, especially if he’s the one in the wrong.) Hiei is the type to apologize while you’re half sleep. He mumbles a small “sorry” just as you begin to doze off. You’ll probably end up thinking you dreamed it.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei brags about you more often than he realizes. It’s an unconscious habit, sort of like ‘thinking out loud’. He tells other people not to underestimate your abilities if they’re concerned about your safety. Or, if someone gets something incorrect about you, he is quick to correct them. It can be something as simple as your favorite color and he’s suddenly butting into the conversation like “No idiot, they actually like xxxx.”

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extra:

Hiei loves being praised. If you cheer him on during a fight, he’s all nonchalant like “They’re no match for me. This is child’s play.” but he feels so fired up on the inside. Ego boosts are great for Hiei, seriously. Works wonders.

[pokemonranch]

Hi! I hope that those sort of negative anons don't get you down! Your adoption events are really cool and cute and I think it's really awesome of you to do so much work for fun/for community enrichment! I appreciate all the thought and time you put into it! (no need to respond- just wanted to send some positivity your way!)

<3!

[butchcarmy]

you're so good at drawing carmy. i think it's incredible. you've got his features figured out so well...... very, very jealous 😔 so cute. my heart hurts

this is so kind thank you anon!! i've drawn him at least 100 times now (wish that was an exaggeration) and studied a LOT of photos (half on purpose and half just admiration). i've uhhh also made him in the sims 4 which rly tested my skills

anyway here's the first two times i drew him (first one is the one on the left), i still like these but it took a lot more effort than it would now

i practiced drawing him primarily with reference photos first to figure out his features, and then i was able to pinpoint which features that rly make him, well, HIM. i made this little diagram of him on my lunch break back in october on a receipt

these points are true but i will say i didn't show it the best in that drawing (it was a quick doodle). there are also a lot more notes i would put now, so.... have this!

i could go a lot more in depth but this is already too much. also this is just my process for cartoonifying real people but i'm also insane about him. drawing him comes very easily now but i still ref pics from time to time!

long story short: USE REFERENCE!!!

[pynkhues]

Hey :) I've been thinking about slight parallel between "i wanted him dead, i wanted him to myself" and "i had to bring him under my control" (i hope I'm not misremembering Armand's quote lol). Both of those scenes had lestat soaking up adoration, in both Lestat is not as okay as he looks (ptsd from Magnus and knowing about murder) and he's entertaining crowd trying to cover up his fear. Both Louis and Armand saying one of the most beautiful lines in show ("in the centre of the whispering gallery..." and "summer fruit in the dead of winter" etc). Both Louis and Armand being unhinged. Both Louis and Armand having plans that will lead to Lestat hurting?(Murder plan and... well, Armand trying to "bring him under control". Louis was justified though). The only difference is Louis in relationship with Lestat and is wanted back, while Armand is being stalker lol

You can kinda see those scenes reflected in ep3 when loumand are talking about being hurt by Lestat. Louis is being genuine, while Armand is telling a story about his broken heart so Louis thinks Armand, just like him, is Lestat's victim, while in reality it's Armand who violated Lestat.

What do you think? Am I reaching or there's parallel here?

Thank you for your writing!

Ooo, I don't think you're reaching at all, anon, I think that's a really astute observation! I tend to look at the scene in 2.03 often through the lens of Magnus having discovered Lestat on the stage, not Armand (and the fact that there are multiple mentions of him in this scene, from Armand calling Magnus one of his deserters, to the mention of Lestat's turning, to Armand using the mind gift to tell Lestat he's Magnus' bastard while he's on stage), but I think you're right that the scene parallels really clearly with that sequence at the murder ball too.

In a lot of ways, it actually makes sense that it touches on both. We don't know how the show's going to adapt Magnus yet of course, but assuming they keep it relatively close to the book, all three scenes are real meeting points of love (however perverted, in Magnus' case that may be), desire, violence and possession, and pairing up at least these two I think emphasises - in Armand's words - the effect Lestat has on people. He's somebody who's coveted in his entirety, and while there are layers to what that means and how that's acted upon, it really embodies that sort of dark eroticism that's so important to gothic literature.

It also makes me wonder if it's a further nod to Armand trying to rewrite his and Lestat's history as similar to Louis and Lestat's, which makes sense, given it's a further way to entrench Louis' worst feelings about Lestat, and also a way for him to control the narrative.

[zellink]

That Bells snippet was so good omg 😭 it’s def one of my fave Zelink fics, your characterizations and writing style are amazing! Btw, idk if you’ll want to or be able to answer this (if you don’t want to/can’t answer it’s okay) but I was wondering… will Bells have a happy ending? 🙈 I’m asking because Pre-Calamity fics (as much as I adore them) seem to usually end with either Link dying, or Link waking up with no memories, so the endings tend to be either sad or bittersweet? Or at least the ones I’ve read were, but I feel they deserve to have more happy endings 😭 of course it’s your story and I’ll respect whatever you go with in the end (I’m sure others also will, and I’m sure it’ll be great!) but yeah I was just wondering about it now 🤧

P.S.: Ok I just reread the tags of the fic and saw “Angst with a Happy Ending” though it still seems too good to be true so I guess I should ask anyway (? lol. Hope this ask doesn’t bother you and that it finds you well. Thanks in advance! ❤️

i’m so glad you liked the snippet anon!! ♥️ honestly the next chapter was so so so fun to write. i can’t wait to share it but alas i just can’t bring myself to post it before i finished the chapter after that. 😖

Bells will have a happy ending for sure! well—as happy as a post-Calamity reality can be lmao. but it will definitely see them reuniting, and dealing with the aftermath of… everything. because you’re so right—they deserve a happy ending after all the shit that they had to go through. i already know how the end is going to play out—it’s been sitting in my fic outline for more than a year now lol. i just hope you’ll like what i’ve got in store!! ♥️

[bloggingboutburgers]

Today you answered a lot of questions, so if you want this to just sit in your inbox it's okay

Not tryna burden you or anything, just wanted to wish you a good day, and tell you that I admire you and how confident you are with your identity. It's truly heartwarming for me from my little confused bicurious/bisexual demisexual genderfluid place (Ik, it's a lot), because I get confused and sometimes awkward when I doubt on whether what I am or what I'm not. Mostly because it discourages me a bit when I'm talking about my identity and the same friend jumps in and says "but weren't you *this* a few months ago?". She's very insensitive most of the time and questions me about my choices because she thinks I strictly have to have 'had a crush' on someone to be sure. Idk man, I just realized just now that when I was a kid I found Elsa from Frozen prettier than I did with other characters, shut up. I just know, but after being fed with that if I found them attractive (or rather, sexually appealing) then I had a crush on someone, realizing if I liked someone or not was a huge fucking struggle.

Whatever, I'm just ranting by now. Just wanted to thank you because thanks to you I felt like someone understood my situation because I had been wondering why I never had liked someone my whole life. Then I realized, I can, it's just that it takes a bit more than just finding them appealing to the eye for me. You gave me a safe space, where I could laugh and relate (or not, it depends on the context but I still nod and chuckle) to being ace.

Also, I could be asking on my main but I feel embarrassed to say this since we're mutuals and you probably know who I am, but I'm still shy :P

Have a good night :D

IIIIII have totally let this sit in my asks for quite a while because the stress of the visa process got to me... TwT Sorry it took me so long to respond! (...Tbh I haven't guessed who you are either TwT I'm so sorry, I hope that isn't too hurtful, I'm kinda stupid in that way...)

I feel you though. I'm lucky I myself have such a strong and stubborn sense of self that I can still be like "no I AM this because I know and naysayers can f off" even in times where there's ground for doubt, because it IS genuinely so hard to figure oneself out. First off, people impose on you, from your very childhood, the common denominator that everyone's heterosexual and heteroromantic. Next, and even stronger than that, people impose on you that everyone feels sexual and romantic attraction, and that if anyone likes anything at all, if any person interacts positively with any other at all, if any character shares screentime with any other at all, then it must mean they're romantically/sexually attracted, because that's all it ever can mean. No wonder it's a struggle!

It's an honestly unfair situation to always have to be surrounded by "yeah but"s from people who don't experience your experience yet somehow think they know better. It makes it so that sometimes, all you have to trust is your gut, and that's a tough pill to swallow in a world that tends to erase or disvalue your experience, and in a society where it's encouraged not to be too self-centered and seek other opinions for guidance, for valid reasons. But it's sometimes so tough to find support, that trusting oneself really IS what one needs.

Either way... I consider myself really fortunate in that sense, but I know it's definitely a tough one, and I sincerely wish you the best T^T I'm really glad if I can help, even a little! And please don't let external forces make you lose too much confidence in yourself, as honestly hard as it is at times TwT You're all good as you are and you have every right to be who you are! It sounds so obvious put that way but... Yeah TwT

[bumblingbabooshka]

Your vulcan characterization is so wonderful, the light you shine on both canon and OC vulcan characters is genuinely VERY inspiring. You really encapsulate and give a believable look into daily vulcan life that’s fleshed out and, most importantly, loved. Your care for these characters is apparent in every word, and it shapes them into real people that feel both alien and familiar. In some of the fanfics I’ve read involving vulcans, it sometimes feels like the author is just writing very stern humans who are misguided in their approach to love and emotion. In your writing, however, it feels like you really respect vulcans and love their way of life- that you find beauty and interest in what’s alien to us. Which, I would argue, is a big part of what sci-fi should be. Idk, I’m trying to write vulcans myself, and the way you portray them is a huge inspiration. Thanks for all you do!

Anywho, how do you think Tuvok’s kids (as young children) would react to an arcade? The mental image of a vulcan kid submerged in a Chuck E. Cheese ballpit is personally very funny to me

I'm sorry this is so late but this ask is one of the most beautiful and touching ones I've ever received and I didn't know how to respond (overwhelmed, pleasantly) so here's a bunch of doodles of Tuvok's kids being incredibly well behaved during their family outing at the Space Arcade/Play Place

(Arcade Trip Play by Play Under the Cut)

Elieth is the only one interested in the ball pit. He isn't doing anything in there he is literally just sitting in silence and observing the different balls. He does NOT want to leave the pit!!! <- This is foreboding to his parents who know that he must, at some point, leave the pit. Varith and Asil go in the ball pit in an attempt to understand Elieth's fascination but are quickly bored. Sek watches them with his hands clasped behind his back. Whenever an adult asks if he wants to go in he says "No, thank you." He appoints himself the safety officer and will tell the other children not to play too rough and 'rescue' the smaller ones if they look like they're struggling. Asil wants to leave the ball pit and Sek manages to pull Elieth away with the promise that they will return - they will each pick an activity so it is fair! They all go into that large overhanging contraption (reminds them of caves - fun to play in!) but only three make it out again. They try to use telepathy to find their lost brother but they can't do it (too little) so they have to go find one of their parents who has to telepathically lead them to the exit. This almost gets the trip cancelled but they all promise to stay together this time!! Sek fulfills his older brother duties of being fucking sick at a video game all his younger siblings watch him play. This actually draws a crowd of more than just his siblings - a VULCAN playing video games? He goes up against a human, wagering their tickets, and he wins. However, since Sek is against gambling he does not accept the human's tickets. This only makes him cooler. Elieth wanders away to the ball pit during this time. The remaining Tuvoklings figure out that the claw machine is rigged and think this is unethical and unfair. To remedy this, they find a way to plant their sister inside the machine where she proceeds to hand out as many toys as she can before the employees catch wind and alert their parents. That is it. We're going home. Where is your brother? (In the ball pit.) While Tuvok wrestles Elieth out of the ball pit, T'Pel takes the kids to the prize counter and they put all their winnings together and ask to be able to take a ball from the ball pit home. The clerk says that isn't a prize and they ask again to be able to take a ball from the ball pit home. The clerk is tired and says Sure. Whatever. So they each carefully select one ball from the ball pit and give them to Elieth which stops his tantrum. On the ride home Elieth happily stares at the balls from the ball pit which his siblings got him and Asil takes out several toys from her backpack which she took from the claw machine. A very satisfying trip! Indeed, we should endeavor to make a visit once a week. (No.) Twice a week? (Further.) Once a month? (Perhaps.)

[yujeong]

ur thoughts on tonkla after ep 4 ? ive seen people saying diff things. like some would say they were sweet and korn WAS a green flag, n he loved tonkla for real. some others would say he was a predator and took advantage of tonkla's vulnerability at that time. what did u think ? what could really be his intentions ? hm 🤔

Anon, the takes surrounding KornTonkla confuse the hell out of me. I know they're not a wholesome ship or anything, but I need people to stop using such extreme terms to describe their characters. Like calling Korn a predator?? Really? Guys please, where the fuck did that come from? As I explained in this post a couple of days ago, Korn has some issues when it comes to empathy. He doesn't immediately understand Tonkla is grieving and he doesn't offer any condolences or emotional support. He helps him in the only way he understands: by giving him the power to fight off whoever is giving him trouble via the ribbon he ties gently on Tonkla's forehead. A ribbon that enforces some kind of hierarchy and authority. Korn's upbringing has shaped him in a way that influences the way he shows affection to people, so of course he's going to show that in his relationship with Tonkla. He gives him money and pays attention to his needs during sex. It makes sense! That's who Korn is! So to me, Korn clearly loves Tonkla, he just does it in his OWN way. Him giving Tonkla affection mostly/only through sex isn't weird to me, nor does it mean he doesn't have feelings for him. That's what the show has made me to believe so far. Let's keep in mind that they flipped their dynamic on its head with ep4 - we all thought they had some sugar daddy/sugar baby thing going on before the flashback. There could be more surprises down the line. As Bas himself said:

So let's wait and see.

[2aceofspades]

*pat pat* it'll be okay ace, people are like that and it's really disturbing but to make you feel better try drinking some hot coco that's at just the right temperature I suggest using milk for the hot coco so it tastes better then putting an ice cube instead. Go watch a comfort show or just take a break and relax.

Have a good day/night Ace!

At the end of the day, it was supposed to be lighthearted and funny, I guess. That's never what I viewed as 'funny' though. The fact that it was regarding a character that I care about so deeply really got to me. I was upset and I think part of it was that it was a bit unexpected.

The other part of it was (and I'm sure someone out there can relate), but feeling uncomfortable emotions...like...physically can be overwhelming and intense and just too much. I did what I could to respond without too much of that emotion, but I couldn't act like it didn't bother me or that I would be okay with something like that in the future.

I appreciate your kind words though, really. I took good care of myself but I still have much to learn, of course. I am well and it'll be alright.

[inkly-heart]

Do you have a group discord server? If others want to chill and interact with you. Just wondering

That aside just hoping you’re doing okay Blastic. Still, if you’re not your gotta a lot people care about you.

I look forward to seeing how the rest of the game goofs.

—goofball anon

I don't and sadly I don't think I will make one. It would be fun to interact with people who enjoys my work and wants to chat with me but I just feel it would be too much work for me to handle a discord server. So at least for now I'm not planning to make one.

[fluxweeed]

hey. hope this message doesn't bother you. I love you. I love your work. you are one of my favorite fic authors, I am absolutely obsessed with everything you write. reread everything ten times over, drarry or not, fluffy or angsty - even when it absolutely shatters my heart (e.g. for lack of wanting, SUCH a great fic btw i'm so obsessed with it). the four doors? life changing. two to lie and one to listen? engraved into my brain for eternity. what's mine is yours? what a ride holy shit, im VERY normal about it. wrapped? my comfort read. and so it goes.

if I could aggressively smother you with kudos and love I WOULD!!!

awhile ago you said that there's no such thing as "big deals" in fandom and I 100% agree but at the same time you are a big deal TO ME!!! not in the sense of any kind of hierarchy but purely based on the fact that I think you are such a cool person and your writing is amazing and poignant and your presence in fandom makes it so much better. it's been a pleasure following you here on tumblr and just reading your tags and posts.

idk I just think you rule. that's it. thank you for hanging with us. MWAH 💛

ahhhh anon sorry for leaving this message sitting in my inbox for a couple of days but !! i have zero idea how to react to this!! you're so kind!! thank you!! please discard any and all inclinations u have that i am a cool person bc i can assure you i am NOT!!