#thank you for 500 hearts like wtf

[dreaisgrayte]

Thank you for 500 followers!!

Oh my goodness... guys... looking back on when I first started out writing on tumblr because my best friend suggested posting some of my stuff on there I never expected to be here. 500 is a lot of new friends and if you've liked what I've been doing, buckle in because I have a lot more planned! I cannot express how grateful I am for all of you, each like, comment, reblog, message -- literally anything -- makes me so happy. Seeing someone enjoy something I created (no matter how I feel about the work) brings a euphoric warmth to my chest. It's so weird to explain, so instead of getting too emotional about all the support I've received, let me do what I do best and thank you with something a little special. I've been a tad busy with the new semester of university starting up, but during the break, I came up with the idea to draw the character banners for this special! Digital art isn't my strong suit (very obviously), but I wanted to show you all how much I appreciate you. I hope to continue creating for a long time and getting better with each post! Without further ado, enjoy a little something special for all of you~

Virgin fem!reader

includes: Kyojuro Rengoku, Giyu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa, and Obanai Iguro

warnings: I saved the absolute filth for the very end you animals ;) MDNI, NSFW, virgin sex, creampie, four guys at once (wtf yn), heavy kissing, cum whore, hashira slut, hungry for that d*ck, cockbulge, rough, if I'm honest yn gets obliterated...

wc: 3.6k

Obanai’s eyes close for a moment as you speak. “Let me get this straight, you want me to take your virginity?” His eyes open, piercing into your soul. “What kind of bullshit request is that? You chose this setting to ask me such a thing?” He looks you up and down, then behind your head where the training dojo still mechanically clicks. “What is wrong with you?” 

A bashful blush spreads up your neck at the hashira’s question. “Well, isn’t it training… in a sense?” You offer, grinning at the way his brows shoot up. 

“What? No?” He deflates, probably regretting the suggestion to train with you this afternoon. “What even gave you the notion that I’d want to do such a thing?” His golden eye glints with the overhead lantern, a swarm of emotions hidden behind the spread of color. 

The way he stares into your eyes gives you the same kind of adrenaline as fighting during battle. “You know I’m a fast learner and even more willing to continue when it hurts,” His head tilts to the side at your words, is he actually considering it? 

In a brief second, the snake pillar is next to you, sliding his hand across your hips. “You’ll have to do a lot more training to handle what I have in store for you.”

Giyu pauses, turning to stare at you. “Did I hear you right?” His deep blue eyes are carefully watching your next moves. At this point, you were getting desperate. There was an itch clawing its way out of your stomach. 

Going to each of your friends wasn’t the most delicate way to approach this situation, but it was bound to get the job done one way or another. “Please, Giyu. It won’t take much.” He lowers his gaze – his body facing you. 

There was something hanging in the air, like a cord about to snap from too much pressure. “Yn, I’m not sure your request is one I can grant,” He trails off, averting his gaze. His usual stoic expression is now a mix of confusion and self-restraint. “Isn’t that something you want to be romantic…?” He questions, more to himself than to you. 

A bubble of laughter falls from your lips as you observe him slowly going insane. “Honestly? I’d rather it be anything other than romantic. That way only my pussy gets hurt, not my heart.” The look on Giyu’s face is one of horror. “So I’m guessing that’s a no…” You frown, pouting slightly. You were slowly running out of options.

The flame hashira’s mouth falls open. “I must’ve misheard you…” You groan dragging a hand down your face. 

“Why does everyone keep saying that? I can be loud and clear if you want me to be,” A smirk plays with your lips as Kyojuro blinks rapidly. He glances at the surroundings, meeting your gaze once more. 

His brows furrow, the sweat from early morning practice still fresh against his skin. “You’re far too delicate to be requesting such a thing,” He takes pause, letting his crimson pupils fall to your sturdy frame – the words he just spoke slowly being swallowed by a lingering urge to bend you over the deck right this second. 

You blow out a frustrated breath, placing your hands onto your hips. “Yeah right and I’m guessing the next excuse you’re going to make is that I couldn’t handle you? Please Kyojuro, we both know you love it when you don’t quite fit.” You roll your eyes, scoffing at the last option you had. 

Kyojuro’s face flushes as he glares down at you. “And we both know your cunt would gobble me up like its been starved, don’t we princess?” His words snap you out of the disappointing lull you’d led yourself into again. 

He advances toward you until your ass presses against the wood of the deck. “W-wha-?” Your skin feels like tingles are eating you alive. A smug laugh flows from his nose as he peers down at you. 

“Now scamper along before you bite off something too big for you to chew.”

There’s a tight smirk on Sanemi’s lips as he sits across from you. “Let me get this straight sweetheart, you want me,” He points a finger inward, his brows raising ever so slightly as the words form in his mouth. “To take your virginity?” His gaze drops to your lips, then lowers to where your knees are practically glued together. He scoffs, lifting his lilac eyes to meet yours. “Heh, what makes you think yer’ ready for that, petal?” He’s leaning back, arm slung over the sofa’s back. 

Your back stiffens as you clench your hands into tiny angry packed balls. Meeting his gaze is harder than you ever imagined, especially after you marched your way into his manor with such boldness, declaring that you wanted him to take you for the first time. “If I weren’t ready I wouldn’t be asking you, now would I?” Your words are proud, but your voice is another story. The quiet squeak at the end of your sentence gives you away and the amused gleam in Sanemi’s eyes doesn’t give you a moment to hide behind. 

He stands, sauntering over to you, the tips of his zori brushing against your feet. He places a gentle hand on your knee before pushing your legs apart. “Then you’re goin’ to haf’to spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” His voice is calm, but the swirl of darkness that swims in his irises tells a different story. “It’s okay, in order for this to work, you need to give yourself to me. Trust me completely with your mind, soul, and,” his throat bobs as his palm slides up your thigh, brushing the hem of your skirt. “Body.” He finally manages to spit out. 

Everything clicks into place as the wind pillar pushes you against the cushions, stepping between your knees to bend down near your face. “S-Sanemi?” You sputter, your eyes flittering around his face. 

He’s gentle, so soft with you. It makes the whole world fall apart as he runs his thumb across your bottom lip. “Yes, petal?” His voice is barely above a whisper, the breath from his mouth tickling your hair. 

A moment of silence. The question dancing on your tongue like a curse. The beating from your pulse was tugging on your brain. “Do you think I’m loveable?” What falls from your mouth surprises him, his brows twitching for the slightest moment. Then a small chuckle erupts from his nose, eliciting a sinking feeling to wrap you in a dark blanket. 

Then he’s all smiles, pressing his forehead against yours. “If you’d let me, yeah. I’ll love you however you want and most importantly…” He slips his head between your shoulder and neck, dragging his lips tenaciously against your sensitive skin. “Whenever.” A thrill of warmth spreads through your stomach, rendering you useless as the hashira – practically gleefully – kisses the length of your neck. “Do you approve of my answer, petal?” 

A shiver runs up your spine, meeting the heated gaze in Sanemi’s eyes. “Absolutely.”

“There’s just one thing…” He hushes against your skin, slowly backing away from your view. It's then that you realize there are three more guests in the room. They all stare at you, a pleased expression being the farthest thing away from how they glare. “I think you have some explaining to do.” Sanemi crosses his muscular arms over his chest. Why did his chest have to be so distracting? It was going to make this explanation so much harder. 

Where could you even start? That you were talking with some other slayers during a mission and you realized how far behind you are with sexual exploits. Not that it mattered much, but damn the way some of them were talking made you go a little crazy. “W…well…” You stammer, glancing at their disapproving faces. “Uh… I was really horny?” You offer up. Why the hell did you say that? Obanai shares a look with Sanemi while Kyojuro lets out a soft grunt. 

Giyu steps forward, his brows knit together as he speaks. “And so you thought you’d ask each of us to fuck you?” He looks down the lineup, a long sigh slipping past his lips. 

Sanemi takes a step forward, raking his eyes over your disheveled hair and red splotches on your neck. He scoffs, peering off to the side. “If you’re going to act like such a bitch in heat, then I think it’s rather fittin’ if you deal with the consequences.” He nods to the men behind him. “You had the courage to whore yourself out to one of us, so what’s the difference between having us all at once?” 

Obanai joins his friend’s side. “Look at her Shinazugawa, she’s practically soaking from the very idea.” He steps around Sanemi, snatching up the point of your chin angrily. He squishes your cheeks together, forcing you to look up at him. There’s a glint of something salacious behind the vacant expression he usually wears. “You wet for us, hashira whore?” All you can manage is a meek nod, your eyes watering from the sting of his nails digging into your skin. “Good, that’s good. So eager to please.” He tilts his head, observing the tears welling in your eyes. 

With a brisk movement, you’re lying on your back, the four of them hovering over you in various positions. Giyu and Obanai are near your head while Kyojuro and Sanemi pair off near your knees. “Who wants first taste?” Sanemi offers, lifting one of your legs up – his large hands encasing your calf as he works your stockings down from your knee. The tantalizing way in which he delicately pulls the fabric from your skin makes you squirm against the cushions. 

Giyu takes it upon himself to make quick work of the top of your uniform. His fingers are dexterous as he unbuckles it, spreading apart the fabric to show off your silken shift. The peaks of your nipples hide nothing in regard to how incredibly sexy you find this situation. “Mmm, I don’t know Shinazugawa, I don’t know if our little slut will be satisfied with one cock filling ‘er up,” Kyojuro’s indecorous gaze is fixated on where your skirt has ridden up your thigh, exposing the cloth of your panties. 

Sanemi has finally managed to slip off both of your stockings, keeping one of your legs strung over his shoulder. “Earlier you could barely get a word out, now look at you, spread out all nice for us. Such an obedient slut.” Obanai tuts to himself, slowly rolling his fingers to the hem of your shift. You yelp as he rips it apart, the silk fabric fluttering to your sides as both men near your chest earn approving nods from those at your hips. Giyu shifts his fingers under your neck, lifting your head so he can slide his lap underneath. There’s a firmness pressing against your upper back as he positions you against his chest. 

“You’d better get comfortable, we’re going to be here a while,” Giyu mutters, lazily drawing circles on the skin of your shoulder. He places his lips against the top of your head, sweetly kissing that place before moving his lips to the shell of your ear. His breath is hot and it tickles. “I know I’ll be taking my sweet time letting you ride my cock. Let the others warm you up so you’ll be able to swallow me,” He pauses, brushing his nose along your temple a quiet laugh slipping from his mouth. “Whole,” He finishes, directing your gaze to where Kyojuro places a firm knee on the couch, the cushion dipping from his weight. 

Obanai slides to his knees, discarding his haori to the floor. “Don’t let Kyojuro wreck your tight little pussy too much, I’ll get jealous.” He loosens the bandages around his mouth, letting them tumble to the ground as well. “You’re practically begging me to fuck those pretty lips of yours, but patience darling, the show is about to begin,” Obanai turns to watch Sanemi peel away your panties, a smug grin etched onto his lips. 

Sanemi hangs your delicate cloth in front of his face, looking past them at you. “I’m surprised it took you this long to jump all of us. You want this so bad.” He tosses the panties to Obanai who immediately brings them to his nose. A hot feeling spreads across your body – a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. 

The snake hashira stares into your eyes as he slips a hand into his breeches. For a second his eyes flutter shut as he breathes in the smell of your soaking arousal. “Brace yourself, my sweet.” Kyojuro grins, lining himself up at your virgin entrance. You tear your eyes away from the snake hashira, wincing as the tip of Kyojuro’s cock slips past your folds. Giyu massages your shoulders in an attempt to comfort you. “I know baby, you’re doing so well. That’s it, relax just a little,” Kyojuro slurs, gripping your hips that he’s angled upward to meet his pelvis. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Sucking me in like the greedy little slut you are,” He hisses, gritting his teeth when he finds the wall of your virginity. 

A great pressure builds up – almost stinging as he slowly slips in and out of you. It all feels so wonderful, the slick melody of skin against skin. It was a sound you’d never forget, along with the soft panting moans of the man next to you – eyes glazed over as he holds your undercloth to his nose still, watching Kyojuro thrust into you again as he wraps pale fingers around his own member. His cock is a leaking mess with an irritated tip, needy for your warmth. 

Before you can react Sanemi grabs your cheeks forcing you to look at Kyojuro’s heaving chest. “I want you to watch as he breaks your precious little wall. Watch what it does to him.” He instructs and you all look upon the scene with bated breath. A weird sensation burns against the bruising head of Kyojuro’s cock. Then, with a yelp that cracks into a moan, he thrusts past your hymen – breaking the seal of your girlhood. 

Heavy pants are falling from your mouth as Kyojuro’s nails dig into your plush skin, a devious smirk playing with his lips. “Haaa, I’m almost jealous at how quickly he gets pussy drunk.” Obanai expresses, humming to himself as he drops your panties around his aching cock, his precum soaking through the cloth. 

Sanemi lets go of your mouth, but only slightly before his thumb slips past your lips, pressing down on your tongue. “Mmm, I think it’s time we put this mouth to use.” Sanemi muses, glancing at Giyu who nods approvingly. 

He undoes his belt, slipping it out of the loops with ease. You didn’t know a simple action could be so attractive, but he makes you clench around Kyojuro. His breeches fall to the ground around his ankles, revealing the muscular pattern that guides your eyes to where his hand wraps around a pale pink cock. He cups his fingers around your jaw, guiding you to open your mouth for him. Spit sticks to your lips as he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip. “Such a pretty mouth saying such filthy things,” He whispers, entranced by how pleading your gaze is. He scoffs, taking a few steps closer to your side. “Open wide darlin’, I’m not goin’ to be gentle.” His cock tastes sweet, almost creamy as it slides against your tongue. Your eyes roll back in your head as Kyojuro slaps his balls against your ass, burrowing his cock deep within you. It was like you could feel him poking your stomach with the sheer mass of his cock. 

Sanemi keeps ahold of your throat as he fucks into your mouth, hissing out a few garbled moans of pleasure when you swirl your wet tongue around his length. “Ahh, fucking sure you’re a virgin? How much dick have you wrapped these sweet lips around?” Sanemi, runs a hand through his hair, blowing out a harsh laugh as you blink open your eyes through the warm tears welling there. 

Kyojuro slaps your thigh, a broken laugh joining Sanemi’s. “Keep talking Shinazugawa, she’s loving it.” You try to gasp around Sanemi’s length, but it’s getting harder to swallow the excess saliva that drips from your lips. His hand slips into your hair, gathering a fistful before yanking your mouth off his swelling cock. 

He glares down at you, panting wildly. “You like being slut-shamed aye? You want me to fuck you like one of my whores, huh? Open your mouth,” He hisses. After you do what you’re commanded to he spits into your mouth. “Swallow it,” and you do, all whilst fluttering around Kyojuro. An electric pulse feels like it's been plugged in. Ropes of heat string through your body as Kyojuro continues fucking you real good. Your mouth parts again, a hoarse moan shaking out of you as your thighs start to tremble. 

Giyu’s rough hands move from your shoulders to your breasts, groping the mass on your chest like they were dough. “That’s a good girl, cum for us,” He coos, pinching your nipples with unrelenting pressure. 

You almost can’t take it when Kyojuro plunges into you, halting his movements. “You’re throbbing, stop holding back. It’s not over just because you cum once.” Kyojuro complains, shifting himself inside, the friction driving you mad. 

“Unless it’s too much for you?” Obanai chimes in, running his palm along your stomach, stopping where there’s a slight bulge from the cock currently stuffed inside of you. He turns his smirking gaze to you and is met with a defiant gleam in your eyes. 

You tighten your hold around Kyojuro’s hips, digging your heels into his back as you mewl from the water hashira’s minstrations. “I-M’perfectly fine,” You croak, leaning your head against Giyu’s shoulder. He brushes his lips against yours with a smile. 

There’s a sudden feeling of vacancy as Kyojuro pulls out of you. A whine echoes out of your mouth but is caught by the deep kiss of Giyu. “Don’t worry darlin’, just a shift change.” Sanemi gleams, laying back against the other side of the couch. “I think you could do with a change as well,” He mumbles, gesturing to his stiff cock. “Come’ere.” Giyu helps you sit up on your knees – though a little shaky you manage to straddle the thick thighs of the wind hashira. He grins up at you, his sharp face seeming so soft in this moment as he gently guides you to hover over his eager length. “I’ll help you,” His voice is reassuring, a jarring change from moments ago. He holds his cock with one hand, pressing the other into your hip. “Yeah, just like that. That’s my girl.” His eyes roll back in his head as you sink onto his length. 

It’s a completely different type of full with Sanemi in this position. “You’re practically gaping,” Obanai notes, bending to glance at the junction of Sanemi’s cock and your hungry cunt. You flush, hissing at the sensitive way your pussy throbs around his length.  

Sanemi grips your hips, a blown-out expression casting a lustful haze. “Heh, you still wantin’ more?” You catch your bottom lips between your teeth, slowly nodding to his question. “Should’ve known,” He chuckles, glancing over your shoulder at the ravenette still behind you. “If you think you’re so much better than us then why don’t you c’mere and work with me for once water lord?” Sanemi snaps, gathering Giyu’s attention. He glares at the antics of the wind hashira, but with one glance at your round ass just waiting for him everything else falls away. 

“Alright Shinazugawa, I’ll bite.” He mutters. Sanemi nods to you, helping you shift off his cock ever so slightly. 

Giyu moves behind you, pressing his knees between the legs of Sanemi. “M’gonna need you to angle your ass toward Giyu, petal. Is that okay with you?” He questions. You nod, a thrill of pleasure pulsing through your veins as a stretching pressure allows Giyu to push his cock into your pussy. You cry out, falling against Sanemi’s chest. “It’s okay, m’gonna make you feel real good.” Sanemi gives Giyu a look, and together they start moving slowly at first. It was an overwhelming amount of friction all leading to the tight sensation in your core. 

Through your tears, you reach out to Kyojuro and Obanai. “Hmm, still hungry for more?” Obanai hisses. A string of whimpering moans hiccup from your mouth. Kyojuro works himself at the sight of both hashiras pumping into your bruised pussy. 

You’re digging your nails into Sanemi’s shoulders, leaving red trails of ecstasy along the planes of his body. He hisses in pleasure at the sting of your actions. Giyu grabs hold of your ass, molding the plush skin to his fingers with great fascination. “S’well, take it all, both, fuck.” He moans, his head lulling back at the heavenly feel of your wet sex. 

“A-ah, hngh, p-please,” You whine, arching your back as a howling moan careens out of your throat. “S’close, fuck.” You pant, squeezing your eyes closed. 

Sanemi runs his hands along your thighs, groaning with satisfaction as his own climax nearly reaches him. “Me too, go ahead baby,” 

A starburst of radiating wet warmth fills your body with tingles. You twitch wildly as Sanemi and Giyu spread their cum inside your cunt. It seeps through the cracks, dripping between your skin and theirs. A cacophony of pants echoes around the room. “My turn,” Obanai smirks, your fucked out pussy still pulsating with the cum of two other men. 

You had a feeling this was going to be a long night.

[wrestlezaynia]

There's nothing like a friend.

It's that time of year again! Time to give credit where credit is due. I've gained new friends and lost old ones. 2023 has been bittersweet, but I wouldn't change it for anything in the world. So whether you're still here and have been following me since the beginning or you're brand new to my blog, I like to do what's called a "follow forever" once a year to show my appreciation and gratitude to those I hold dear. Thank you for your kindness and unwavering support, but most importantly, your friendship. The ones bolded hold a special place in my heart.

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Tumblr is being rude and not letting me tag anyone else (wtf I have 500 followers!), but just know, I love you unconditionally. -Zaynee. 💖

[robin374]

Demoman with a radio announcer S/O:

(Romantic)

Unedited

He knew you thanks to his mother. She listened to your radio program and rambled about it to his son whenever she was on a call with him. 

Out of curiosity he started listening to your program and ended up loving it. Understands every topic you talk about, whether it is History, Science, Chemistry, songs…

Loves you music taste. And if you put "I'm Gonna Be (500 miles)" by The Proclaimers he instantly falls in love with you and your voice. He doesn't mind how you look, he knows that you are a good person. 

Now his mother and him talk about your radio program constantly. They both want to meet you in person, they probably are your #1 fans. 

When he sees you in person he is enamored. He thinks it's the effect of the alcohol, but then he remembered that he didn't drink. He is in another world, just you and him. 

He is impressed by your beauty, he cannot say anything while you are talking to his mother, you are just an angel for him. 

He tries to say something but he's so nervous around you that he ends up mixing words. 

"Good hello" *internal Scottish screaming*

When you laugh he falls for you even more, his face darkens and his heart starts racing. He wishes he had some scrumpy to drink and loosen up a bit. 

When he is in his workshop creating new bombs he has your program on, it feels like you are next to him, talking to him… Cuddling him-WHOA WAIT WTF

That's the moment he decides to confess his feelings to you… by requesting a love song. Don't ask him, he was drunk.

[skekthesilly]

rant

why is it that when i make a dumbass meme in like 1 minute everyone loves it. they go “ooooh omg omg,,,, look at this this is a work of art this is a masterpiece,,,” but then when i spend like 8 freaking hours on a piece of art im really proud of that same crowd does not give a shit. like wtf

like. i poured my heart and soul into this. 8 hours. i spent so long making this and like hey! 10 notes! that’s really great and im glad that those 10 people really like it and i love you all but also hi hello everyone could you have the same enthusiasm for my art as you do for my shitty ass memes. thanks

im just. yknow. 500 people think bi oj is the silliest thing they have ever seen and notes keep trickling in every so often and. like. that’s great and all but that took me 5 minutes to make. maybe you would like some art instead? humbly requesting? bowing down on my knees and pressing my forehead to the floor?

maybe i just need to wait! maybe i just need to wait and all of a sudden someone will stumble across my art and go “hey! this is pretty ok” and then ill get a steady stream of validation for the effort i put into something i genuinely really care about and love. maybe patience really is a virtue and i just need to wait. maybe. maybe

i just. i need to drop the silly goober act for a bit. im so tired. im so tired. i feel selfish for ranting about the fact that i basically want more notes but it’s not in the attention seeking way! i just want people to appreciate my art. thats all i want. if people like my memes then that’s great! but if people like my art that’s even better. if you like my art i swear i will be your best friend forever. you have given me validation for what i do and why i do it and i will literally unironically cry because you like what i have spent so painstakingly long making

im so tired

anyways for the 11 people who liked my pyrite art i love you so much. i love you all <3 /p /gen

edit: back to your regularily scheduled silly skek. was going thru a pretty bad funk but now im doing okayish

[monstersinthecosmos]

I am sooo happy I sent that ask!! Your reply was everything I could have wished for and more. I didn’t know anything about the VC universe (I did see the movie adaptation as a kid, but all I could remember were the ~vibes), and now I might actually want to check out the books. I mean I can’t believe how much of it is canon LOL, traumatized kinky asexual vampires wtf? sign me up??? Which book(s) of the series would you recommend to me? :o

In the meantime, I will DEFINITELY be giving your VC fics a try, thank you so much for the pointers!!! I’m already weak just reading your reply, esp. that parallel of post-disaster Armand and Marius being kind of like an AU where Shiro *does* give up on Keith - that actually broke me. A lot of what I love about your fics is how you characterize Keith so realistically and in a way that’s meaningfully informed by his upbringing/subsequent abandonment issues and that’s a thrill to read because, well, it’s just good writing - but also because it makes so much sense, not just abstractly but in a very real and personal way. And while the ~relatability~ of it all makes for a super intense reading experience, it can also be weirdly and sometimes incredibly cathartic imo - which is one of the reasons why I think I keep revisiting your fics (sorry if tmi LOL 😭). But!! In the case of Sheith it more or less all works out in the end because, like you said, it’s such a wholesome ship and they love and prioritize each other so much that (as a reader) they’re kinda like a safe space, delectably complete with all the angst and hurt and fuckedupness of their circumstances/selves (you know, for flavor). However, thinking about a timeline where it does NOT all more or less work out, well that’s kinda super heartwrenching! But yummy? And I kinda can’t wait to get into it but I’m also genuinely scared for my heart LMAO. Anyway I’m sorry for rambling!!! With your permission I will definitely come back and scream about Sheith and vampires because I sorta already am lol.

Re: the teaser xmgdknfnrmsmgdk I can’t even gather enough brain cells to form coherent sentences, I’m just squealing and awaiting my resurrection I guess. Thank you sooo so so much! I got so excited I haven’t even been able to finish reading it 🫣😳😵😵😵

!!!!! Thank you again for such a thoughtful and delicious response! <3

Dgahskjdl g GOSH THANK YOU AGAIN

So this post got really long I’m so sorry asdghkads  TLDR: I recommend all of them but I also don’t LMAO and you can skip around and won’t be confused but it will spoil stuff. This is a LOADED QUESTION.

It’s wild like I was thinking about the fic i could stop dreaming and also just in general AGAIN IF WE CAN TALK ABOUT COMMON SHEITH TROPES/FANON like I’ve read many S8 fix-its where Keith is drifting around and he’s just like so cold and broken and empty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And that’s how Armand feels to me! Even a fic like heart nailed open where Keith is just so fucking empty! Or SOURCE DECAY??????? Like I think there’s tons of Sheith AUs or S8 fics where Keith is like Depressed Guy Keith and !!!!!! God it fucks me up lol. Armand is kinda like if Depressed Guy Keith was also like a 500 year old fucking weirdo.

And like BECAUSE they’re vampires and they’re immortal they’re sort of always coming in and out of each other’s lives so like there’s always a hypothetical future where they can work it out. Like i could stop dreaming is about them working it out, right? And what it would take to heal that injury. And there’s a lot of stuff in canon where these characters commit absolute fucking atrocities to each other and still manage to work it out and I think it’s again just an exercise in empathy and asking if we can still deserve love when we’ve fucked up. The characters have CENTURIES to get over stuff (and some of them STILL DON’T LOL) but sometimes they do. Famously & without spoiling too much of IWTV, Armand does something pretty fucking atrocious to Louis and they still have a long relationship and still love each other very much!!!

But ON THE QUESTION OF WHICH BOOKS, jfc hold my beer

I think in Sheith you see people like almost universally dismiss S8; the only fics I ever see of it really are like just gratuitous whump or fix-its LOL which is valid. And VC has FIFTEEN FUCKING BOOKS and you could honestly ask ANY fan in VC which books “count” and which books are skippable and I think everyone has a different answer.

I also think you can read them out of order and there’s always a little bit of exposition to catch you up so you won’t be lost; the only downside is that you’ll get spoiled on the previous book. For example, if you jumped in and read Armand’s book first, it would make sense, but it would spoil what happened at the end of the book before it.

Also to get the movies & show out of the way because it’s faster than committing to fifteen books:

The 1994 movie is a pretty solid adaptation; you can tell they condensed some details for time or whatever but it’s pretty faithful. There’s also the show that came out last year which is …………….. not so faithful lol. The show also heavily focuses on Lestat & Louis which is the juggernaut ship of the fandom but they’re also like the missionary position of the fandom so who the fuck cares lol. (Loustat fans lurking in this extremely niche post I am so sorry, I'm kidding ilu LMAO it's just not my thing!) And tbh the show wrote Armand & Daniel’s characters SO POORLY it like absolutely killed any motivation I had to continue watching so as an Armand stan I can’t really recommend it but it’s kinda like silly and fun if you don’t take it too seriously. And tbh if this entire fact finding mission is to understand VC more, the show literally changes EVERYTHING; it changes the time period, it changes the lore, it changes the story, it changes the character ages, etc. Basically it just kept the names lol. It's a completely different canon so I think even show fics & book fics aren't compatible either.

There’s also a movie of Queen of the Damned from 2002 which is like SO BAD LMAO but also silly fun. It’s a really bad adaptation but I’d put it in between the movie and the show. Marius is in it and the characterization is really strange LMAO. Armand is an extra.

The thing about VC is that it’s very sort of like non-linear and nontraditional storytelling. Most of the books are narrated by Lestat but several of them are narrated by random other people, and a lot of times the same story is retold through other people’s POVs. Like you get the story about Marius & Armand in three different books and each version is a little different because everyone has a different perspective. And regarding reading out of order and having spoilers, I do think it often creates like a suspense vs surprise element because we circle back and revisit the same stories so many times; you might get a spoiler and read a book knowing that a certain thing is going to happen and there’s still the tension of waiting for it to happen haha. Like when I mentioned the cult raids Marius’s house—you learn about that in Book 2 so you read Armand’s book later going into detail about his life and you’re just SWEATING because you know it’s coming. AND THEN YOU READ ABOUT IT IN MARIUS'S BOOK AND YOU'RE JUST DEVASTATED ONCE MORE.

I will say that for me I always recommend just fucking read them lol. Just read all of them. LOL!! But they’re weird and like, you’re gonna hate some of them, but I don’t think you can take someone’s word for it on Tumblr, it must be experienced. But I do understand that it’s a lot of material to get through and so I can give a fair cheat guide I think.

Most fans agree that the first three books (“The Trilogy”!) are solid and worth reading. Those are Interview with the Vampire, The Vampire Lestat, and The Queen of the Damned. IWTV is like this gloomy gothic tome about Louis’s life that started this whole thing and was written as a conversation about grief because Anne Rice’s daughter had died. It absolutely reads like a book someone writes about their daughter dying and it’s REALLY beautiful but it’s also a bit dense at times. If you’re put off by the vibe IT GETS EASIER when Lestat shows up because he literally bursts into the series like Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way ready to like tell you how blonde he is and how he’s gonna fuck everyone’s lives up. The books are still very heavy on existential questions and angst and grief but the text gets a bit lighter and super absurd LOL.

The first three also establish the universe and lore, though, so I think it would give you a pretty solid foundation to understand that type of stuff.

After the trilogy the books just go off the rails like there’s a few about Lestat having stupid adventures and doing dumb shit, there’s a few that cross over with Anne Rice’s witch series (so add three more book so if you truly wanted to read all of them!), then Anne Rice went back to the church and stopped writing vampires so there’s a huge gap, and then she quit the church again and returned LMAO. There’s a final trilogy she wrote before she died that are like, not the heaviest reading and they’re just kinda like silly good times with lots of Easter eggs and fan service. I feel good about the final trilogy being how it ended, just really silly times about them trying to use iPhones and shit, completely wild.

As far as ARMAND CONTENT THOUGH.

Armand does feature heavily in the trilogy so that’s also a good Armand foundation. And it’s REALLY FUN because he shows up in IWTV as sort of a chill mentor to Louis, but then in TVL you get the story about how Lestat met him when he was still in the cult and he was a feral little monster!!! And I love the duality of how Lestat and Louis describe him!!! It’s framed as unreliable narration a lot of the time because like Lestat’s resentment & Louis’s respect for Armand absolutely color the way they describe him, but idk like 100 years go by in between the two meetings so you also see a lot of character growth and see how Armand is doing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God. My heart.

Anne Rice also very often uses like texts inside texts so like, IWTV literally is an interview with a vampire where the bulk of the book is in quotes as dialogue LOL and then in other books you often meet a character who will talk for like 40 pages at a time to tell a story. So in TVL when Lestat meets Armand, Armand takes over for a chapter and tells the story of his life, and then later he meets Marius and Marius ALSO tells the story of his life.

QOTD is a modern story (modern in the 1980s when it was written haha) about how the whole vampire world has to deal with Lestat’s bullshit and they all come together for a common cause. This book features the little novelette about Armand & Daniel as one of the chapters!! It’s so good!! (The chapter is called The Devil's Minion and basically if you needed to understand Armand & Daniel you could just read that one chapter and that's basically it bc then it goes to shit!!! Not to spoil anything but also don't get your hopes up about like heaps and heaps of ship content because there isn't any lmfao fml)

It also features Marius and Armand reuniting with each other after 500 years!!!!!!!! HEARTBREAKING! It’s really good and very preposterous but the writing is so lush and takes itself so seriously you kinda forget that it’s preposterous.

Armand has a POV book later in the series, it’s called The Vampire Armand, it details his life as a human and some of his early years as a vampire with Marius. IT’S SORT OF LIKE A LONG EXTENDED VERSION OF HIS CHAPTER IN TVL.  

I do want to say that regarding the BDSM and whatnot that I mentioned; this book is quite controversial because there’s not good BDSM etiquette LOL and like part of the genius of this book is that it can be read as abuse, even when Armand isn’t setting out to tell you the story of how he was abused. I have a lot of thoughts about this because Anne Rice was also an erotica writer and her erotica books were all noncon BDSM; I WROTE ABOUT IT HERE I DON’T WANT TO GET INTO IT NOW but I think depending how people go into this book they either see the kink & sex stuff as explicit abuse OR you can read it as like, fantasy from a porn writer. As a Sheith fan I’m going to assume you’re not that sensitive lol. (But also por que no los dos, that's the flavor baby!)

Personally I think you could read this book as a standalone and like, it’ll be a little whacky without context, but I think I’ve given you a lot of context. It’s basically about his sad sad life, the religious trauma, and all the freaky sex he had. (Also just so you’re not disappointed, the sex isn’t graphic haha but he’ll be like “And then I went to the brothel and they licked honey off my nipples and I came home and Marius sucked my dick in the bathtub” but not like crazy sex scenes.)

Marius also has a POV book called Blood & Gold and it’s my favorite in the series!! IT’S MARIUS’S LONG EXTENDED VERSION OF HIS TVL CHAPTER. I think it’s the one that handles IMMORTALITY the best; the other books often focus on a short period of time or a specific incident and don’t often span someone’s ENTIRE life. IWTV spans Louis’s entire life but he’s only like 200 years old. Marius is 2,000!!!! He’s from the Roman Empire!! So like it’s really exciting to me to read about his whole life and all the eras he lived through!!!!!!!!!!!!

In his book you also get a few chapters about his time with Armand and it breaks my heart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There’s also a third secret option which is the book Pandora which isn’t part of the main series; VC is like actually 13 books and 2 side books? LOL So Pandora is one of the side books. But she was the first vampire that Marius made and they were lovers for like 200 years. This book to me feels like Anne Rice had a lot of leftover historical research and wanted to park it somewhere so a lot of the text is her talking about history stuff but there’s really great Marius content here and Marius/Pandora is one of my fav ships.

A lot of the fandom are more into the original trilogy and the Lestat/Louis content but I’m all about Marius so I’m into the DARK TRIAD of The Vampire Armand/Blood & Gold/Pandora. This to me is the more interesting section of the series but it’s an unpopular opinion so don’t take my word for it.

Other than that I’d also say Memnoch the Devil is my absolute least favorite VC, I think it’s so weird and boring lol but there’s some absolutely incredible Armand stuff in it and the stuff Armand does in this will be spoiled immediately if you check out Pandora or TVA. All in all it’s like idk 10 fucking pages of Armand LOL so if you got an ebook you could probably word search him. BUT YKNOW WHAT? Again don’t take someone’s word for it from Tumblr because like I find this book very weird and boring because it’s the most religious and I was raised atheist; there are people who were raised religious and say this one is their favorite. So what the fuck do I know!

Marius & Armand & Daniel are all in the final trilogy as well if you make it that far. Daniel is sort of always shuffled to the side because Anne Rice didn't care about him so like every time Daniel shows up I like feast on the breadcrumbs LOL but I'm glad to get some context about how he's doing and what's going on with his life.

ANYWYA I’M NOT SURE IF THIS ANSWERS THE QUESTION OR MAKES IT MORE CONFUSING LOL but ! ?!

They’re very weird books, they’re also kinda outdated and racist, but very queer, beautiful prose, incredible characters. They were my first hyperfixation that I can never seem to shake even when I’ve done all the work to dismantle all the ways they’re problematic and imperfect, it’s just yknow sometimes something gets its claws in you LOL. And I go out and explore other fandoms and still always come back to Marius and Armand and Daniel lol. I say that to say I wouldn’t be offended if you didn’t like them LOL but don’t judge me if you give it a shot and you’re like “what the fuck is this”

I just think Armand is like the most incredible character of all time okay!

SORRY FOR THIS VERY LONG REPLY LOL love you, patience yields focus!

[leechandoki]

An update on my dog!

[Taken from my Twitter]

I'm back from the vet. I got some great news that I don't believe myself but I am very much happy to hear. Abby, my little granny dog that is 17 years old, that suspected to have some type of cancer, is magically healthy.

Last time we went she cost around $500+. She was tired and bleeding from her private part. She had to get many scans, tests, shots, and medications. Today, $38. Just for a vaccine update. Everything else. She is good, fantastic actually. Very active and was eating fine.

Thank you to those that donated and help pay for my dog's vet bill. The rest of the money will be saved up for the next time she needs to go to the vet. She's very sleepy from the vaccine shot but doing so great. (this was taken last night when she got very comfy in her bed)

Being honest, I'm very much relieved to hear that she is okay again. And for her age, god damn maybe I am a witch keeping her alive (A joke my family makes when they see her) Again, thank you so much everyone for helping pay Abby's vet bill. Money will be saved for next vet visit

[End of tweet]

Thank you thank you so much to those that donated. Love you. This was a huge lift from my shoulders like god damn. I was stressed out of my mind thinking that the time was near BUT NOPE, SHE JUST SIKE I'M KIDDING AH-HA! LIKE GURL I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU WTF!? But anyway, my mind is going to be clear again and I might be able to get some projects done. Like not trying to work on them to distract myself from the looming thought of letting go of my little pupper but more I'm gonna work on them and actually have fun working on them again.

In conclusion, thank you so much for helping. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. May I wish you good health as well to you and have a lovely day.

[raptorbox]

ALSO,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i still don't know if i want to do triple or quintuple drabbles for my 100 drabbles challenge this year..........i mean i guess i could split the difference with quadruple drabbles??? but 300 and 500 are more pleasing numbers for me....

the issue is i can't tell which is easier for me to write, bc when i let myself go for a short thing i usually end up between 200-700 which is a big gap, and my trial fics (that i'm not posting bc they're like. the same specific self-indulgent au, and better if i can get them to be part of a longfic instead.) were both about equal in difficulty with editing and such.

guess it comes down to time? idk. fun factor? p much the same. if i decide i care about attention more than just vibing then 500 is the way to go, but 300 might be easier to manage, but....agh

idk........i might do 500, i just remembered i did 50 quintuple drabbles for a collection once and that took two weeks, so that's technically doable. i was deeply wrong, i double-checked and it was 50 regular drabbles that for some reason i remembered as 50 quintuples. wtf. how.

i think....i'm going to follow my heart and my ambition and do 500 words/quintuples. thank you tumblr post box for letting me journal my thoughts and feelings with the added ability to post it all to the internet for idk memories

[katareyoudrilling]

Congrats on the milestone, Kat! I’m so happy I get to be one of the 500!

Your ask game and year of asks are such great ideas! I would love a fun fact about you or a book rec (or both if you feel generous) 😁

And feel free to send me a “this or that Pedro gif” or a fun fact about me ask - dealer’s choice!

Hello lovely! Thank you so much 🥰 I'm glad you are one of the 500 too!

I will do both and make them related!

A fun fact about me...

I am in two book clubs

I was invited to join a long running one by a new friend in 2022 and it was just a dream come true. I'd always wanted to be in a book club! Less than a year later, because this friend and I had mentioned that we were in a book club in passing to some people and they expressed how they always wanted to be in a book club too, we started one in our neighborhood! It's so fun! I guess the moral of this story is, if you want to be in a book club, start a book club!

And now for a book rec...

Shark Heart by Emily Habeck was runner up in our book club voting a few months ago. I heard the description and was like WTF? But a trusted friend read it and practically begged me to read it too and... WOW I am so glad I did! It's bizarre and amazing, read it! (and then come talk to me about it!)

500 Followers Celebration

[slytherinshua]

CONGRATULATIONS ON 500 ZANNA 🎉🎉✨️✨️💜💙💜💙💜💙💜

have all the heart tyuns <33

not me feeling like a proud mother hen help 🥹

hannie :( thank you so much wtf ill cry 😭 and u should feel like a proud mother hen cause i literally wouldn't be here without you </3

[midnightbears]

Hello there! This is my first time requesting! Can I please get a Uzui Tengen x reader imagine where reader was supposed to be one of his wives (the first actually) but couldn’t do it because she had to move away and they reunite years later and she’s single. It can be angsty but I want the ending to be fluffy if that’s ok. However you see fit.

✿ say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe . . .

#STARRING: tengen mainly but the wives make a short appearance at the end :))

#TAGS: angst but it's okay bc theres a hint of fluff at the end

#NOTES: hello anon darling!! thank you for requesting and for ur patience! i am livid to write sum good uzui fics <3 also i hope it's not too bad and sorry if it makes no sense this is my first one djfhdsagf

Tengen's eyes were pink with the bizarre fuchsia flare-ups of the late-coming twilight. The color of infantile dreams, of luxurious satin sheets. He had the sincere and transparent eyes of a baby, as well as an aura of tenderness and confidence.

He’s always been like this, brash, undaunted, yet remaining with that spontaneous nature that made him all the more look like a child. His voice had a whimsical ring to it, as if he were the hero of his own comedy. She could just have remained with him indefinitely just to observe him and laugh.

She memorizes it, she memorizes him, with every fiber of her body she overworks her brain to try and paint a still-life portrait of him inside her mind. A facade of royalty and veracity, a face filled with intensity and a vehement wish. A man of promising buoyancy and with a character as fierce as the sun itself.

A face she's never going to see again.

He peered at her with steely eyes that were once her amorous, but now they simply conveyed baseless accusations from an enraged man. Their hue had only a few days before reminded her of the butterflies that frequented the garden, always lingering with dainty fuchsia wings and glittering heads, but suddenly the butterflies had flown away, leaving her lonely. Every feature in his face was rigid, and he expressed extreme skepticism, resentment, and deriding without saying anything. He was now standing between her and the only way out, frowning, fuming, and clutching his fists in a monotonous manner.

"Uzui-san, please understa—"

"I didn’t know your father was making your choices for you." He purposely made his voice sound like a smartass and she scoffed, but she could make out the undertone of a man who was tired of how much her family had influence over the life of the woman he loved.

She sighs. "Uzui, you have to understand, I need to do it for my family."

"I thought I was also part of your family. We were meant to marry."

She doesn’t say anything, and instead, finds herself adverting her gaze, fiddling with the robe of her kimono.

Tengen’s eyes shift, the light seemingly darkening them, his jaw clenches. An emotional rampage is flooding inside of him, the dam is slowly, surely breaking. He wants to cry, from frustration, from disappointment, from grievance. He’s also hating. He hates her family, he hates the circumstances, he hates her position. ( He hates her )

How was it even possible? It had taken years to fall in love with her! It had taken dreams and fantasies, requited ideas, and shared hopes. Tender flowers and aurate words. Falling in love with her was like stepping into Eden’s Garden as the only man in the world, a sanctuary of beautiful nature that was both pristine and bountiful. It was as if two entities were compressed into the finest threads and then burst faster than light. As though she were the center of his universe.

Was he really going to throw it all away for something she couldn’t control?

"Tengen."

He interrupted her. "You can choose."

"Eh?"

"You can choose to stay with me." His eyes remained on her the whole time, as if boring into her soul to stare at it directly, his arms were now crossed, manicured nails digging into his skin to form tiny increscent moves. "Our situations are the same! Since when have you cared about what your family thinks?! Just run away with me!"

His remarks impose a greater weight on her shoulders than the heavy burden of her own incompetence. They perch on her stomach and force her to the planet's depths.

She bit her lip and morosely pondered what to say next. He was right, and she knew it. Even though her family was in a high position among other clans, she knew that she could always choose to not listen to her family. She could choose to love him as much as he loved her.

But she was not like him. Despite their things in common, the high ground they had managed to find during all these years, the secrets that were shared, and quarrels that were suffered together, there was one simple, inane thing which separated Tengen from [Name].

She clicks her tongue, exhaling through her nose right after, a dry chuckle following. "You don't get it, not in the slightest. We are not the same."

Tengen can't even believe her words: she's mocking him. She's dismissing his statements with a shake of her head as if his arguments weren't worth the effort. She's stifling her giggles as she contemplates his misfortunes and tells him that he isn't the same as she is.

The man feels himself physically shaking with outrage at her standoffish dismissal. He can’t fucking believe her. It’s almost laughable. And [Name] does nothing else but walk towards him and pass him, not even sparing him a glance.

While her fingers land on the shoji behind her, her eyes burn with something unfathomable, distracted by the room they were in and the man himself standing in the middle as if he was the epitome of all and every good thing in the world. Though she was prepared to exit the room, she still faces her lover(?), her head inclining barely to the side.

"How are you able to say that?" Tengen sneers vehemently. "Our situations are identical; I'm not sure what you mean when you say they're different when they're plainly not." He remained just several meters away from her, staring down at her with the most heartless expression she had ever seen.

"Please bear in mind, Uzui Tengen, that our circumstances are not all the same. You are a man, and I am a woman."

She left the room, but he remained quiet in the center. How out-of-character of him.

The sky was an ocean of phantoms of the color orange. From stardust of cantaloupe painting the atmosphere like an overbearing artist to the lesser shades of coral conjured from the most innocent of martyrs. Everywhere she looked it was as if wraiths had taken it upon themselves to make sure that she came home to a specially pretty afternoon.

[Name] smiled at the tangerine trees. Her dream of coming home to her trees in full bloom coming true and making her inner child happily jump up and down. She approached one that looked robust, sturdy, and put her hand on it.

The tree's fingerprints were high waves that shone golden in the dawn light. It had the ruggedness that came with a father's warty embrace on the contact. She walked the rough surface with her fingertips. Valleys erupted in the trunk, as if ages of rainfall had chiseled them into the tree, molding it into a one-of-a-kind masterpiece. It was a rich brownish in the cold months the tree cozy, and an earthy accent to the spring and summer blooms. Although the glory of the bark was maybe forgotten and neglected in the fall exhibition of opulent golds and oranges tumbling in an ever-changing tapestry, [Name] had always loved it.

“Are you perhaps the caretaker of these tangerine trees?”

A feminine voice, smooth and domineering all at once snapped her out of her thoughts. [Name] turned, and was met by one of the most captivating women she had ever encountered.

Her hair, black and straight, moved as soft prairie grass in the summer wind. It gave contrast to her face, sweetly pale. Big, almond-shaped, purplish giggling eyes were outlined by thin eyelashes and eyebrows, and a delicate beauty mark was positioned beneath her left eye, giving her a pleasant and kind appearance.

She almost forgot to respond. “Uh— I am.”

The woman hummed, stepping up beside her and putting her own hand next to hers. "Well, I must say, they are beautiful, you've done excellent work in taking care of them, I'm sure."

Next thing, she was smiling so kindly at her.

[Name] stared at her, watching as the light of the evening gave her a magnetic glow, like an angel, and she was going to say something when another voice cut through the air. A more childish one, as pure as the driven snow.

"Hinatsuru-san! Where are you??"

Hinatsuru smiled and separated herself from the tree, cupping one of her hands to her mouth. Her giggling purple eyes glinted with newfound bliss. "In here!"

[Name] watched with surprise as two more women appear from behind the trees, one of them, with dark blue eyes and long black hair, breaking into a light sprint to reach them faster while staring into the imposing sky like a little kid, her eyes shining with wonder.

The other woman, with large golden-brown eyes and black hair tied up with golden-brown bangs which hang loosely, walks towards them slowly, also sharing the other woman's admiration for the sky as she looks upwards with a breathless face.

The woman with blue eyes is the first to break the silence. "Ooooh!!!! These trees are sooo pretty! Are you the caretaker?"

She's immediately met with a fist in her head by the blonde. "Of course she is you dolt! Do you see anyone else here?"

Hinatsuru smiles and giggles. "Makio, don't be mean to Suma-chan, we're in front of a new friend."

She wants to respond at that, at the way the three women are looking at her with such kind faces, but an extraordinarily familiar voice, a voice she never hoped to hear again, cuts through the air like a frenzied fire set upon heaven.

"Suma! Makio! Hina! Don't run off where I can't see you!"

[Name] could feel her heart physically stop when her gaze landed on the approaching man. Her eyes started filling themselves with stupid brimming tears, and her hands found each other just to pick at her skin to make sure it wasn't a dream. He hadn't changed at all.

She stares at the three women, looking oh so beautiful, all with grinning faces as they stare at the immense man. With makeup and a dazzling grin, a fiery frame, and a naturally flamboyant nature, he really hadn't changed at all.

Oh.

Once again her sentiments hinged crooked and her innards tautened. [Name] didn't know why, but she was wide-eyed, heart in her mouth, praying for an ounce of kindness, even if she didn't deserve it. She needed a hug, she realized that much, even if it was just words. She needs to be comforted like a child.

That's when she realized what had happened. One of the tangerines fell to the ground at that exact point. Despite her age, she still felt like a child. So she did what any toddler would do when challenged with strong emotions; this is both familiar and upsetting. She lets the agony consume her, and her regretful feelings overwhelm her, causing her to cry.

Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma, due to their lack of comprehension of the situation, obviously get rendered speechless, wondering why this woman has started crying just by looking at their perfect, loving, doting, amorous family that they have created.

That cry had something in it, anguish behind it. Tengen could do nothing but watch. He was gazing into [Name's] eyes. Then he realized what had happened. The rage was nothing more than a pain shield, like a trapped slayer aimlessly slashing his katana, frightened for his life, forlorn, and helpless. He took a deep breath in slowly.

"I—I'm sorry," she laughed sincerely, tears still flowing from her eyes as she tries to get a grip on herself, trying to dry her tears with her hand, "You're all just so beautiful I got overwhelmed for a second."

The three women can do nothing but comfort her, Suma is the first that pulls [Name] in for a hug, wrapping her comfortingly in her embrace, her own tears and cries mixing in the atmosphere and getting lost in the sky with hers as she cannot stand when other people cry. It's cute.

Makio is the second that joins, obviously still shocked by the situation but using an excuse to start her usual banter with Suma to leave the other woman space to breathe. Soon enough, her arm wraps around [Name]'s back while the other rests on her co-wife's head, lightly pulling at her head in their usual bickering.

Hinatsuru joins in the hug with an earnest smile, comforting the crying women as best as she can, and watches with tender eyes the way Tengen is looking at all of them. He's calm on the outside yet he knows on the inside he is emotionally overloaded, yet, one of his smiles reserved for his wives and his first love makes his way into his face.

The sky looks beautiful.

[playersluv]

i made this blog 69 days ago 😏😏 very swag.

[zv5x]

Riddler gushing to his fans about darling makes me drool, but Darling gets ahold of his stream and admits that she actually hates it there, she misses going outside and her family and starts crying. Fans are torn between "aw baby" and "wtf". Riddler finds it later that night and gets mad/depressed

💻 "Pleas" (Yandere!Edward Nashton • Reader : Romantic Scenero)

Reader getting their hands on the stream is an interesting concept! I like it! tw // use of the yandere trope , abduction situations , mentally abusive relationships , delusional and toxic mindsets , infantilizing , threats of violence , etc

It took you weeks to memorize his password based on the movements of his fingers. It was incredibly difficult, as he usually sat at the other side of the room while streaming, but there were a few times where his desire to brag about you clouded his intelligence. He shouldn't have logged in so close to you, he should have known better.

As your trembling legs provided the distracting movement your mind so desperately needed, your brain and heart whispered pleas regarding his viewers. He had 500 of them loyal enough to follow him rather than just give him a passing glance, at least one of them had to be sane enough to realize the horrors of your situation.

Your hope wanted to flicker out. They all saw you, tears streaming down your face and wrists red from ropes. None of them thought to confront the Riddler on what he was doing to you. You read their comments. They thought you were just so cute. Not like the others, they said. They said they would do anything for you, to see the two of you together for the rest of eternity. Those memories were washed away with a shake of your head.

You had hours to convince them. Edward would be at work late today, he said so. You had hours. You kept telling yourself that, hoping it would take away the horrific memories of his fans commenting on how cute you looked shaking whenever your captor nuzzled against you.

Your fingers slammed on the keyboard, unpleasant feeling beads of sweat topping them as your body's nerves fought against the overly chilled room.

As soon as you logged into whatever God forsaken site he used, the eye icon that your eyes immediately fixed on began to show a steadily increasing number.

"Is-is this on?" It was. "Oh God, thank you-"

The chat was already filling with messages

< How did you get out of the restraints?

< Aww it's (Y/N) <3 they're so cute when they're scared

< (Y/N)???????????

The responses you were getting weren't at all the ones you were hoping for, as most of them were either gawking at you or asking you where the Riddler was. You let out a desprate sob.

"Please God just get me out of here, I want to go home!" You begged, and the chat showed no mercy.

< this IS your home though?

< I think they're having one of those tantrums again. lol

Tears streamed down your face as you continued to read the messages, all either getting angry at you and telling you to go back to your chair or gawking at how "cute" you were. Without even thinking, you grabbed the corners of Edward's laptop and tried shaking it. You didn't know if it was just to make your point come across better, or a manifestation out of your desperation.

Your brain was pounding, the bright lights of the laptop screen showing up as nothing but fuzzy orbs of color through your glossy eyes. Defeated, you sunk down. Sighing, you decided to give a different approach. A more human one. Sucking your tears back up, you spoke again.

"I miss my old life, I miss my old family." You sniffled. "Please, just one of you is enough. Help me."

The chat seemed to pause for a bit, and you anxiously held your breath.

Soon, messages came in.

< Your home is with him. End of story.

< You do realize your family are nothing but obstacles right

< 💀

Still, no matter how hard you begged and cried, nothing worked on them. They refused to see the situation from a point of view that wasn't biased towards the Riddler. You let your head fall on the desk, and you expected most of them to have laughed at the comically-loud thud it made. You stood there for a few minutes, still, saying nothing. Then, the chat began to rethink things. Were you really alright? Of course, you're safest physically with Riddler. There was no question about that. But, mentally? They questioned if everything was okay.

< they cryin one of yall give them a hug

< are they okay??????

You looked up, your heart glowing up with hope as you tried explaining that no, you weren't okay. Even though you've been doing that for who knows how long. Suddenly, as your eyes wandered on a message asking where the Riddler was "when you need him", you heard the door unlocking. What perfect timing, was all you could think before your mind went straight to panic.

Your heart sank, and you immediately slammed the laptop shut and ran to the other side of the room. Somehow, you could still see the changing glow of the screen from when you had it open.

What the fuck? It wasn't supposed to do that.

You heard him call out to you, sounding as joyful as usual as you scrambled to snuggle yourself under the covers, having no time to reattach your ropes or run to turn the stream off.

Edward gently opened the door. You didn't budge. You didn't see his movements with your head pressed tightly in between two pillows. With no knowlage at all, you hoped and prayed and laid with your heart pounding.

You heard him sigh in disappointment. His eyes fixed on his illuminated laptop screen.

"I knew you would do this."

His voice sounded disappointed, and you could barely contain the desire to cry. He must have set you up, to see if you'd try and escape or contact help. He walked out of the room, and you looked up the minute he left. He came back in just a few minutes, completely in costume.

Neither of you spoke to each other, and you watched as he opened the laptop screen and greeted his waiting viewers with a friendly wave.

"Sorry about that, guys. I was trying to test them, and as we can see..." He turned to you for just a moment, and you looked down in shame. "They failed." The chat probably threw that one sign of sympathy for you out of the window the moment Riddler entered their screen, and you could tell just by the storm of hearts and the jump in viewership.

"I think they deserve a punishment, how about you guys?" Was all he said, and before you knew it, he was up over at the bed with his hand over your mouth and tape twirling around your wrists. If you weren't the one being brutally restrained, you would have found it impressive how he could juggle two things of that stature so calmly. The chat was cheering Edward on, like you weren't even a human. So many of them though you deserved it, so many encouragingly messaging him to slice that resistance right out of your body.

Your stomach churned, and you had nowhere else to go. You cursed internally, wishing that the urge to call for help wasn't as strong as it had been.

For the first time in your life, you've never been this devistated at failing a test.

[lightreader1]

LMK Lost Prince Au

Soooooo~ I’ve been stewing lately on an idea relating to RedSon and Macaque. That and the thought that MK has a million dad figures in his life. =w=  

Anyways I had a random thought that I kind’ve just wanted to express since I’ve been reading a lot of  “What if” stories about how cannon could’ve been different if some factors in the journey to the west and the cannon Monkie Kid story were slightly different and it brought me a thought that is making me kind’ve insane……..but what if both PIF and and DBK got sealed by Wukong leaving a little RedSon alone?

I mean I know it’s dumb but now I can’t stop imagining a scenario now for the Monkie kid cannon if some things were slightly different.

I mean the angst addicted reader in me just can’t stop imagining Macaque after being resurrected by LBD just passing by the to see if Wukong’s staff is actually there to seal the DBK family only to discover not only that it was true but the heart breaking sight of an obviously very young demon child who looks exactly like PIF with DBK’s hair and horns just trying to dig into the ground.

Heartbreaking thought I know but now I just can’t stop imagining a feral little RedSon just trying to set his parents free. TTwTT

To be honest I can already imagine some things happening in the story: I can imagine the area around the mountain PIF and DBK looking like a recovering war zone with gouges taken out of the earth and burn marks everywhere but also places where grass is starting to grow back. I can imagine as Macaque looks around with curiosity. He would take the time to inspect the area as a warrior would and follow the path of destruction to it's final marker. The monkie king's staff but instead of the area looking immaculate around it there are big holes everywhere, and as he looks around these holes probably thinking "WTF why?" he hears the sounds of hands gripping and digging into the hard rocks and soil coming from one of the holes. And as he looks inside he see's a small, dirty, red haired demon child. Probably not even a full century into its life (which in my opinion would be very young in context of the story), just digging and obviously has been digging for a long time. Their nails are broken and bloody as a testament for how long the child has been digging. I can imagine Macaque catching the child's attention and the possible shock for Macaque as he looks at RedSon for the first time and starts to put things together that this kid who looks exactly like PIF and DBK is probably their kid.

Long story short after technically adopting RedSon the demon bull clan/kingdom kind’ve become forgotten other then from the stories of Wukong’s Journey to the west. Later on MK thanks to Wukong disguised as a bird does accidentally unseal DBK and PIF who are understandably furious to learn that they’ve been sealed for the past 500 years. That pissed off energy gives way to thoughts of “wait.....where’s RedSon.” Which leads to the demon parents trying to regain their strength while desperately (and violently) try to find their missing child, who mind you was basically a toddler 500 years ago the last time they saw him. =w=

Anyways as the LMK story progresses Macaque hears word of how DBK and PIF got unsealed by some kid and obviously wants to go check it out. RedSon (who now goes by Red) after 500 years of being raised by Macaque honestly does not remember PIF and DBK. All he can recall is that Macaque found him when he was really little and very alone. Macaque being the smart person that he is probably understood that while Red was growing up it wouldn’t be smart to advertise that this kid was Demon bull royalty for a number of reasons. Aka: Demon politics is worse then human politics and he doesn’t want to kill every demon they come across because they want to kill little Red for territory or use him for political gain (and he does not Wukong to know that he has RedSon). So Macaque has subtly disguised Red throughout the years using glamor which Red just kind’ve adopted as a habit at this point. With ideas prompted by (https://www.tumblr.com/awarmbowlofhomemadesoup 

I imagine Red dying his hair black regularly with his usual red hair showing at the roots, his hair as per usual is long but instead of being pulled up he just kind of lets it always be down in a kind of always fluffy/wild look to him. His outfit would have some slight changes to it. He keeps his purple pants and black shirt combination, but I imagine he is wearing a cropped jacket that has Macaque’s symbol on it. I also imagine him wearing a purple skirt sometimes in combination because canonically Red doesn’t care about gender identification so why not wear a skirt or a dress once in a while (and have girl boss energy while doing it). Anyways but one of the biggest changes is that Red likes to put on face makeup that resembles Macaque’s own red mask thing on his face, I like to imagine that Red does it to feel more like Mac’s kid (since ya know he’s a demon bull hybrid and Mac is a celestial monkey/demon). 

Anyways during this time Mac is still kind of obsessed with Wukong and getting his revenge for his death (and he’s probably not gonna admit it but also for making RedSon an orphan) but he’s going to go about it in as sadistic a way as possible. AKA: he convince’s Red to try and befriend MK so a to lower his gaurd/learn about his enemy. Red is obviously not a fan about this and is worried about his Dad’s obsession with getting revenge on Wukong but still does his best to make him happy. 

From there on I can just imagine MK and Red bonding and actually becoming friends (and maybe future boyfriends because sue me I like the ship)! Red just constantly warns MK not to put trust into strangers and gives ominous/subtle warnings about his dad when they eventually meet. Meanwhile Mk........he just kind of doesn’t get it until Macaque goes full asshole. =w= 

Ahhh there is so much more I can go on about this but alas, one can only fangirl/speculate for so long~~~ =w= 

But yea these are just my thoughts so far but if anyone has any other thoughts or perhaps wants to use these ideas for their own thing then I’m all for it! I would love to read more awesome stories/fanfics in the community! :D 

[socialc1imb]

Gonna be real with y’all here, thank you so much for not only getting me to 500 followers on this app (bc wtf y’all. WHAT) but for also showing such genuine care and interest in my art and interests?

My family, I love them so very dearly, don’t get me wrong, but they have never shown great or genuine interest in my hobbies unless the hobby was considered “cool” or beneficial. So although they loved the fact that I could sing and could perform and wrote my own music, they never particularly cared about the fact that I loved to draw or create stories. They never took the time to genuinely sit and even attempt to understand the things I loved. Hell, I’ve been told so many times that my hyperfixations were childish, annoying, and too awkward to talk about at all.

That being said, it’s genuinely such an honor to be here and see all of your comments on my art and writing and stuff? I don’t deserve any of the praise I get- I’m literally just a kid trying to survive- yet you give it anyways and it’s such a sweet and genuine thing to me. I cant even put into words how genuinely thankful I am to all of my new friends on here.

So like, genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. I don’t know how to even begin repaying all of your kind words and support, but I hope you all understand just how grateful i am to be surrounded with such kindness :)

[teyvatdreams]

song prompts - 500 follower event

includes: childe, diluc, xiao, albedo, kazuha, kaeya, and bennett

summary: i’ve been wanting to do something like this for a bit, so why not now as a celebration for 500 followers? (also thank u all so much?? wtf i was not expecting to hit 500 anytime soon… u all have my heart i hope u know that) i’ve chosen a song + a lyrics to write a drabble about!

childe - exist for love by aurora

“i know i cannot heal the hurt, but i will hold you here forever i can,”

diluc - the only exception by paramore

“and up until now i had sworn to myself that i’m content with loneliness, because none of it was ever worth the risk. but you are the only exception,”

xiao - line without a hook by ricky montgomery

“oh baby, i am a wreck when i’m without you, i need you here to stay,”

albedo - i hear a symphony by cody fry

“you are my beautiful, by far. our flaws are who we really are,”

kazuha - to you by yoona

“when i close my eyes, everything grows to clear, as if i can touch it. please be happy. let’s meet again, goodbye,”

kaeya - drunk me by davin kingston

“sober me thinks he can forget, drunk me's not over you yet,”

bennett - sports by beach bunny

“if you feel lonely, i could be lonely with you!”

[raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka]

Why Daenerys Should've Stayed Longer in the North Than Attack Cersei Too Soon (Which is a dick move, really) PART 1

I have said this before and I will say it again, D&D f*cked up Season 8. Honestly, there were a lot of missed opportunities with regards to plotlines. And don't even get me started on why they boycotted the Reeds, that's another story.

Also, we're gonna be talking about the possible strategies against an invasion army that has actual people in it, not ice zombies with super-speed and pyrophobia. We're way past that. The stabbiest of the Starks had already defeated Ice Darth Maul, so let's move on.

Anyway, I still think that Dany should've stayed in the North. Not permanently though, just until she has enough allies and armies to scare the living daylights out of Cersei's ass. And here's why:

WINTERFELL IS IN A STRATEGIC LOCATION.

Defense. In Max Brooks' The Zombie Survival Guide, Winterfell falls under the fortress category under the types of defense. Technically, it's a castle rather than a fortress. It is an impregnable structure with all the facilities to supply probably the whole population of the North. It has a greenhouse to grow food, which is appropriate for Westeros' long winters. According to Ned Stark, the castle can withstand a siege with only 500 men manning it against an army of 10,000. Plus, Dany's remaining dragons could easily barbecue an invading army what she did with the Lannister army in the Reach after defeating the Tyrells and taking Highgarden.

Here's a map of the North for reference: (You can pretty much see where Winterfell is, right?)

Source: awoiaf.westeros.org

Terrain. Winterfell is easily accessible since its location is in the heart of the North both literally and figuratively. It has its advantages as well. The North is the largest of Westeros' 7 Kingdoms. It is vast (it takes weeks to travel from the Neck to Winterfell, wtf?!). With regards to Sun Tzu's Art of War, Winterfell's strategic location can easily spot an approaching enemy, and if they come unprepared, its forces can easily defeat them. Thus, a Southron army wouldn't know how to navigate the lands they're not familiar with (let alone get into the North itself and past its defenses, but that'll be discussed later). Let's take into account Stannis Baratheon's failed siege on Winterfell, and how easily Ramsay Bolton's army defeated them down to the last man.

Climate. The North, in general, has a cold and temperate climate. They even get snowfalls in the summer. A Southron army wouldn't be accustomed to its climate, let alone the dangers of the wolves that roam the kingdom. Plus, if they run out of supplies, like food, there aren't many crops because most of its lands are barren due to the cold and snow. (So yeah, good luck with that!)

So yeah, Daenerys is technically at a place where it's appropriate to say:

AN ASSAULT BY LAND IS A DEATH SENTENCE.

The Riverlands. If Cersei orders her army to march North, they would have to pass the Riverlands. Like literally, here's a map:

Blue lines are the borders of the Riverlands, while the Red line is the Kingsroad. (Source: pinterest.com)

And everyone pretty sure remembers that the Great House or the Overlords of the Riverlands are the Tullys of Riverrun.

Now, this is where it gets interesting. The remaining Starks in Winterfell namely, Sansa, Arya, and Bran, have Tully blood through their mother, Catelyn. So technically, because of their family ties, they're likely already allies.

Debts of Gratitude. With Arya massacring the Freys of the Crossing, she had supposedly freed her uncle, Catelyn's brother, Edmure Tully from their grasp. Now, I don't know how that scene would've gone, (because D&D decided to focus on other things), but it would go something like: Hi Uncle! I killed the Freys, you're free now. Go back to Riverrun, call your banners or something and tell them you're back!

Edmure to his bannermen:

Because of that, I think Edmure would have this huge debt of gratitude towards his sister's children. And with the Tully words being family, duty, honor, Edmure wouldn't hesitate to gather an army. So if the Starks go, Hey, Uncle! Cersei is harassing us, send help!

Edmure's response would be:

The Vale of Arryn. I think the Vale would've joined the Starks as well, the same way they aided Jon Snow in the Battle of the Bastards. Because again, they have family ties. The current lord of the Vale is Robin Arryn, and his mother, Lysa Arryn, was of the Tully family-she was Catelyn and Edmure's sister. With the Starks killing that annoyimg smooth-talker, Littlefinger, they had basically saved Robin from his manipulating ways. With Yohn Royce as the witness on Littlefinger's trial, he would eventually tell Robin the truth about who really killed his mother. So if the Starks will ask for his help to join their cause, Robin will very much likely help his cousins.

So once they march up North, Edmure with the Tully and Vale Armies will be waiting at the Trident.

SWAMPS + CRANNOGMEN + MOAT CAILIN = IT'S A TRAP!

The Neck. Let's face it, if Cersei's army managed to get past the Rivermen and Valemen, there's no way they'll get past the Neck. This southernmost region in the North is known for its swampy terrain, with lizard-lions (basically crocodiles/alligators) lurking in the murky waters.

Here's a map of the Neck for reference:

The Green areas are the swamps, the Red line is the Kingsroad, while the Yellow line passing through the Green area is the Causeway. (Source: awoiaf.westeros.org)

The Crannogmen. Call them what you will, frog-eaters (yes, they do eat frogs), mudmen, bog-devils, but you must never underestimate the swamp people because you'll never know what'll hit you. They are called such because of their habit of living in small villages formed from reeds and thatches and that sit atop floating islands. And despite their short stature, the Crannogmen are talented hunters and warriors. Thus, they have adapted to the harsh environment and have learned to use it to their advantage.They use guerilla tactics and apparently a notoriously difficult people to conquer. In other words, they are the perfect example of the small but terrible type of people. The Crannogmen are ruled by House Reed with its current lord, who is none other Ned Stark’s bff, Howland Reed, a.k.a. Meera, and Jojen’s Dad, who holds court in their floating castle (yes, you read that right. A castle that floats.), Greywater Watch. Yep, the one who delivered the fatal blow to Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning was a f*cking Crannogman, this guy:

Since Ned’s children (Bran and Rickon) and Howland’s children (Meera and Jojen) are also good friends, there’s no doubt that they’ll definitely back them up when they have to. The Reeds are their bannermen after all. Though I think Meera would have to push Bran out of his chair to get even, but still.

The Causeway. The only road that connects the North to the other kingdoms is the Kingsroad. The causeway is the only dry road, the only navigable passage, and the only safe route for armies to travel through the swamps of the Neck. (Refer back to the map) It is also narrow. In the Art of War, narrow passes can be used to your advantage. With the Crannogmen familiar with the terrain, all they have to do is garrison it and wait. You can imagine being ambushed by short people hiding in the trees with poison darts or step on the traps they placed on the road and drag the horses and men into the murky waters to be eaten by the lizard-lions. If they have steel armor on, they’d have lower chances of survival. They might not get eaten, but they’d drown, so yeah, good luck!

Moat Cailin. Still, if they get past the wrath of the Crannogmen, they’ll meet their end at Moat Cailin. These ruins of an ancient stronghold command the Causeway as it passes through it. So anyone who travels North by land has to go through the causeway and Moat Cailin. It is an effective natural chokepoint that had protected the North from southern invaders for thousands of years. Its three remaining towers are usually manned with bowmen who’s ready to shoot a rain of arrows to enemies who will dare pass. And with the Starks back at Winterfell, it is most likely garrisoned by the Crannogmen. 

A Southron army would have no chance at all and would never get past the Neck, thanks to the small but terrible and lovable crannogmen of the swamps. Also, only two women were known to ever kill a White Walker and one of them lives in the Neck.

I’d watch out for her too. Shout out to our girl, Meera Reed! Because all she got from Bran was a lousy thank you after she dragged his Stark ass across the frozen tundra.

That's it for Part 1, you guys. This turned out to be longer than expected. The link for Part 2 is here.