#the worse warning ever

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

Drama queen

Warning ⚠️; Blood, cursing, French

Pairing; Bottom!Lestat/Top!Male!Reader

Summary; Another night, another fight and Lestat decided to be a drama queen

~~~~~~~~~~

You stepped aside, allowing the cup to hit the wall behind you instead of your face. You rolled your eyes when Lestar grabbed another one and it quickly joined the other on the ground in pieces. As usual, your lover was being a drama queen and acted like it was the end of the world when this was quite a simple dispute.

Well, one that Lestat had started.

Because you didn't kill a woman who flirted with you… in masquerade. A very public and busy masquerade. And now the theatrical queen was accusing you of not loving him anymore or wanting to cheat on him. The usual when anyone looked your way and not his, you were used to it.

- “Lestat, are you over it or are you going to keep throwing things at me like a petulant child?” You asked with a sigh.

- “Va te faire foutre, connard!” He cursed in French, making you roll your eyes.

You walked up to Lestat as he was searching for something else to throw at you and wrapped your arms around his waist. He fought you, hitting your chest and trying to push you away, but you didn't budge, simply looking down at him with a smile.

He was such a jealous man, a hypocrite and a fool, but he was yours and you also knew just how deeply Lestat loved. God knew just how much you meant to him and Lestat latching out was more out of fear of losing you than anger.

You kissed Lestat on the forehead and your lover finally calmed down in your embrace. His fists clenched your shirt and you chuckled when you felt Lestat pulling you closer, his fangs brushing over your jaw.

- “You are such a drama queen my love.” You sighed, pressing your head against his and smiled. “And a fool. How could I look at another person when I have an Adonis in my arms? There is no one out there, not a human or a vampire, that more gorgeous than you. I should be the one worried you'll find someone else.”

Lestat snorted but said nothing. You could feel his breath against your neck as he nuzzled his face there. You closed your eyes and just savoured the moment, appreciating the end of the fight. You hated it each time. It made you feel like shit even tho it wasn't your fault. It was just how Lestat was and there was no changing him.

You didn't want him to change either. Maybe just be a bit less jealous would be great.

You laughed feeling his fangs against your skin again.

- “Is my drama queen hungry?” You asked, lips brushing against Lestat’s

- “Yes.” He replied with a smirk.

You passed your arms under his ass and lifted him up. Lestat laughed, making you feel better and you carried him to the bedroom. You sat him down on your coffin and undressed to change in better clothes.

You felt Lestat hands on you the second your clothes were off. His fingers traced every muscle, every curb of your body and it made you shiver. You turned around and were met with his lips on yours. You chuckled and rested your hands on his hips.

- “I thought you said you were hungry.” You teased, passing your hands under his shirt. Lestat laughed and tilted his head as you kissed his neck, fangs brushing his thin skin.

- “Never said what I was hungry for.”

You laughed as Lestat took your hand, pulling you toward the coffin. His lips found yours and you didn't resist when he pushed you down in the coffin. Your hands found his waist and you watched as Lestat took off his shirt. You couldn't resist and caressed his chest, fingers tracing his muscles.

You grunted when Lestat bit down on your neck, fangs piercing the skin easily. You felt your blood rushing out and growled your own fangs out as you dug your fingers into his hips.

- “Fuck, Lestat!” You gasped, feeling his tongue clean the wound.

You shivered as Lestat stared at you, his eyes filled with hunger. You smiled and cupped his face in your hands before kissing him, devouring his lips.

You woke up first the next night, Lestat’s naked body against yours. Your hands gently brushed his hair off his face before caressing his angelic face. Asleep, Lestat looked almost innocent and harmless, which was the opposite of the truth.

He was like Lucifer. The most beautiful among you, and the most twisted one. You never met someone who could go from one extreme to the other and who could show such cruelty while killing.

And yet you loved only him more.

- “I can feel you staring at me, mon coeur. Tu sais que c’est mal élevé de regarder les gens dormir?” Lestat said, yawning.

- “Maybe, but who cares? I can't look away from such beauty.” You replied, stealing a kiss.

Lestat snorted and freed you from his grip, allowing you to get out of the coffin. You felt his eyes on you as you walked up to the dryer and picked a few clothes. Behind you he grunted once you dressed up, but he soon followed your example.

Before long you two walked the streets of London, the rain falling lightly, almost like a mist, around you. There wasn't a lot of people outside and it was perfect; no witnesses for when you'll be feeding.

Lestat was the first to find a meal. He bounced on a man in a dark alley the second you set foot there. You smiled, watching your lover feed, blood rolling down his chin. You shivered hearing the man’s spine snap when Lestat turned his head a bit too hard.

Of course, everything was wanted. Lestat was too much in controlll of his strength for it to be an accident.

After letting go of the body, Lestat turned his head toward you, licking his bloody lips and fingers with a smirk. You chuckled and walked up to him, stepping over the corpse before kissing Lestat, tasting the blood on his lips.

- “Am I supposed to see it as a thread?” You asked as Lestat wrapped his arms around your neck.

- “Maybe more like a promise.” He replied, tilting his head. “The promise that what I’ll do to the next person flirting with you.”

- “Really?” You asked, snorting. “Does it mean I can do the same? There is a last lover of yours I might have in mind.”

This time, Lestat lost his smile and looked away. He knew you were talking about Louis. You weren't one to be easily jealous, but his relationship with Louis was the exception. Louis who had tried to murder Lestat, Louis who had chosen someone else over him... Yes, you had every reason to hate the man and be jealous of how much Lestat still loved him.

Louis didn't deserve him.

- “Because if you can kill whoever flirt with me, than I can do the same.” You said, taking Lestat’s chin between your fingers.

- “It’s not the same.” Lestat whispered and you tilted your head. “You already want him dead, you hate Louis.”

- “How can I not when I see how much pain you still carry because of him?”

Only silence answered you and you sighed, resting your forehead against Lestat’s. He closed his eyes, hands gripping your shirt and in the darkness of the night, you still saw tears of blood in his eyes. With your thumb, you chassed them away and felt guilty. This time you were the one hurting him.

- “I am sorry, mon amour, I took it too far. C’mon, let me make it up to you.” You whispered against his lips. “I know a place where they sing and dance, I’m sure you'll like it. We might even find our next meal there.”

Lestat smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. Yet he still kissed you and nodded. He was the one who took your hand in his and you squeezed it before leading him to the pub. Lestat was a drama queen, but he was also such a sensible soul, something you often forgot.

At the pub, you saw light going back into Lestat’s eyes as you danced and sang with the mortals. After a few hours you could tell all was forgotten and pardoned. You allowed Lestat to choose your next meal and when your future victim left, so did the two of you.

You let Lestat hunt her down and take the first bite, another way for you to ask for forgiveness. But as you fed next, you felt Lestat’s fingers on your neck and face as he traced your muscles. Staring into his eyes you only saw love.

Yes. Lestat might be a Drama Queen, but he when he loved, he loved with all his soul. You were the one he loved now. Not Louis or Armand, but you. You knew right there and then that no matter his caprices and tantrum, Lestat would stay by your side just like you would stay by his.

[opal-owl-flight]

No sign of Rain.

Not easy living with the fact that you hurt someone you just wanted to protect, isnt it.

More context under the cut!

Tldr: 3 realizes that forcing 4 away from the Platoon after Sploon2 the way they did wasnt the best choice. That forcing her to ignore what had happened had most likely contributed to her unable to cope with life beyond war.

(The comic above is from after Sploon3/SO! Situation described below is post Sploon2/OE.)

3 and 4 have been doing missions together awhile. 4s been able to handle herself well, but theres a moment where she trips up and gets hurt a lil more than usual. Like, its to the point where she needs to be taken off the field awhile.

3...

"|Im sorry.|"

"Heh? Three, if it wasnt for you, Id be dead. What are you saying sorry for?"

"|...if it werent for me going away when Octavio stole the Zapfish again...youd never have been dragged into this mess.|"

"Thats not your fault, Three. Cap'n called you away."

3 sighs... "|Still...you couldve been living a life where you never have to worry about your life being put in this much danger.

Or anyone else's life, for that matter.|"

4s the one whos quiet now, as she glances away. 3 does have a point... "...I guess so, yeah. But that wouldve meant that Id never have met you."

Silence sits between them awhile, until 3 grunts softly, to get 4 to look at them again. "|I want you to promise me something.|"

"What is it?"

"|When things settle down again, I want you to leave.|"

"....What?"

"|Live your life away from this. This danger, this war, this...everything.|"

"And leave YOU? Three, you cant do things alone anymore, you KNOW it!"

A clack of their beak. "|Im more capable than you think, Four. Dont think less of me.|"

"Im not- Im not thinking less of you!! Im just stating the facts!"

3s making a low gurgling noise. Its a similar sound an inkfish makes before spitting ink. A sound that says "dont test me."

"Three, Im not leaving. Its already happened... everything -- Octaria, the zapfish, the metro -- its all happened, and I cant just...go back after all of that."

"|Yes, you can. You still can. Youve a life outside this. Why else are you late enough that Marie has given up reprimanding you?|"

4 backs down...3s right. Again.

"...and what about you? Why dont you leave, too? Once...everything is stable."

3s ears droop. "|...theres nothing left for me. Ive thrown my lot with the NSS for as long as I remember. My team barely even recognizes me these days.|"

A silent beat goes by between them again.

"|So promise me. Promise me.| Rain." They rasp her name, making sure she gets the point. "|Promise me you'll live. Promise me you'll go back up there. You said you wanted to go to college -- go. Dont look back. Dont become like me.

I dont want you to become like...this.|"

They gesture to their scar. Their tentacles, forever stained marbled cyan.

4 can see in the gesture the pain they hid in their hearts. The regret. The guilt.

"...Tanara..."

"Live." they rasp, So quietly."Live. Promise me."

"I dont want to leave you alone."

"|Ive been in this war since Ive hatched, and Ive done things on my own before you were dragged into this. You deserve none of this bullshit.|"

"You dont deserve it either!"

3 grips her shoulders. pleading with her. "Promise me. Please promise me. That youll leave."

4 shakes her head. Resolute.

"Im sorry...I cant promise that to you. Youre my friend, Tanara. Im not letting you do this alone."

3... leans against her, defeated. Burying their face into her shoulder. Theyre shaking their head, clutching on her tight.

"...I-Im sorry, I...Ill be more careful next time. Okay? I can...I can promise you that much."

3 remains silent. Thats not what they want. They want her to be safe forever.

"...this really means a lot to you, huh?

Okay.

Ill...Ill think about it."

------------------------

She does eventually decide to leave. Things were looking up for awhile, and missions are much lighter. She can dare to dream bigger now. That and...she cant stand seeing 3 looking so guilty whenever she says something abt her life on the surface.

None of it is their fault. Any of this. But they still feel that theyre taking her away from her "real life".

When she said that shes leaving the platoon, 3s look of jubilation both relieved and pained her. Then a thought hit her, right there.

"...Wait...all this time- did you just want to get rid of me? D-did you not want to be friends anymore?"

3 shakes their head. "|Rain, I asked you to live your dreams as a friend.

Your safety would be guaranteed. Youd be able to happily live your dreams without worry.|"

"...Will I ever see you again?"

3 sighs. "|...hopefully not.|"

4 gasps.

"|No- no-! Not because I dont want to see you-|"

"Tanara, youre making it hard for me to believe that youre doing this for me. What kind of life would I have if youre not there? Not a happy one, Im telling you!!!"

3s shaking as they sign. Trying so hard to keep their breaking mask tight.

"|Im a soldier, Rain. And Ill likely be one til the day I die.

I dont want to drag you back into this mess. I dont want you to get hurt, because of me.|"

Why is it that they always have a point? 4 despairs at the fact.

"So this means goodbye..?"

"|Weve got some days left. Lets make them count.|"

A smile. A bittersweet one.

------------------------

These teenagers goddamn. 3 doesnt understand fully that shit still happened and one cant just leave and pretend nothing had transpired. Or maybe they felt they didnt deserve to have someone as good as 4.

Theyre ruthless in a sense that they know what their goals are. Their goal was to keep the world safe for everyone else to live. And if it means sacrificing their friendship with 4, so be it. If shes safe, their goal is met. Doesnt matter what either of them feel about it. (I suppose 4 getting injured really pushed them to make that choice.)

And 4... yeah, leaving was the smart choice for her personal growth, but agreeing with 3 to sacrifice their friendship wasnt the best choice to agree to. She felt like she cant argue 3 out of that decision they made for the both of them...so she just followed it.

"|Look alive, Rain. Your brand new life awaits you.|"

------------------------

Thats why theyre so flabbergasted and upset that she came back. It felt like that time they spent alone, that sacrifice they made, was all in vain...

"Im sorry, Three. It sucked being away from you. It really did. I failed to live there...maybe my life is really meant to be lived here. On duty.

With you."

Are they disappointed that she failed her brand new life? No, never. They gave her the chance to run away from it all, but she came crawling back after doing so. If she felt that her life is here, after trying something else, so be it.

Thats what convinced them enough to allow 4 to return to duty. Theyll keep her safe another way. They also cant hide from themself the fact that theyre happy to see her again after so long.

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

I fear that Alfons's route will be just as emotionally taxing as Elbert's and I'll miss using my tickets in time just like I did in Elbert's route because my brain's had enough emotions and miss finishing the mission board again

[firstofficerkittycat]

tribute to the most beautiful first ever homo on my television screen

[sapphic-luthor]

i forgot to post when we finished s6 but final thoughts from The Great Rewatch are finalised as such:

when [Newfoundland] appeared on screen after lena was not in the show for THREE WHOLE EPISODES gf let out a huge sigh and was like “okay surely this is just her first step on the way to ireland. finally.” lmao

said she can’t imagine who the whole newfie accent scenario must have been worse for— katie who had to grin and bear it while people put on the worst lucky charms accents on earth to her, or the poor people who were forced to do these terrible accents directly to an irish woman’s face

when the courage totem was explained as “giving people nearby unbridled courage” gf very conspiratorially said ‘imagine if lena got the courage and kissed kara or something’ WHICH IS I THINK HER FIRST TRUE UNPROMPTED MOMENT OF SUPERCORP SHIPPING (it only took us 6 seasons to get there)

IMMEDIATELY clocked dansen was going to adopt esme and omg did she love esme. “this wee girl is so delightful, usually when they bring kids in they’re awful and annoying but there hasn’t been one moment i don’t love her”

was actually fuming when she thought cat grant wasn’t going to make an appearance, but then was sooo so happy with all the cameos in the end

was REALLY pleased to see kara not end up with anyone romantically in the end and thought that was a pretty big step for them to take

“what was the purpose of lex at all this season?”

is still sad about poor kelly who took a header off the catco balcony in s2. exact words were “don’t worry kelly i will never forget you even though ALL OF THESE ONES DID”

and so it all ends again. finishing it was actually properly sad and i’d say we’ll be rewatching the whole thing again before too long bc gf already said we should just start it straight over lmao

and to anyone who has not rewatched the show since it ended, i really do actually recommend it. having the deep love for the characters but slightly fresher eyes make it all so much nicer and more palatable imo and yes they made loads of mistakes but i have to admit it was a lovely show all told

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 25: Broken

Night terrors, burning body temperature, delirious hallucinations, and glassy faded vision…

Helpless and afraid, he calls out for his caretaker…but he’s not there…

He’s all alone now…with no one to help…

Completely broken.

[neonhellscape]

new rt everyone shes a freak whos pretty sure shes been been given the role of rogue trader as an act of divine intervention to eventually replace the godemperor and bring new glory to the imperium which she thinks is dull and stagnant. dont worry about why she keeps marazhai caged in her trophy room like he's bait its not important and completely irrelevant to the fact ive joke nicknamed her simon thresh. has anyone noticed a lot of slaaneshi demons during warp jumps lately

[anglerflsh]

I'm sorry you have been what in the woods.

oh look who's interested in my getting shot lore now. Should have been there when it happened sorry

[thesunwillshineonusagain757]

What did we all learn with this debacle kids? Never, never, scrap a song with Timbaland on the track never! Brit could’ve had her big break and could have spared us from Jojo Siwa dry humping someone in an island !

[deadqueernoldor]

Thinking thoughts about those from Cuivienen and how they later treated the Valar, especially after Cuivienen was destroyed.

I imagine a foundation of sorrow and a layer of betrayal and pettiness. They had promised safety. And how did it turn out? Kin of Tata and Tatie their first leaders, slain in Valinor by the Dark Hunter from which the Valar promised protection in Valinor.

And then, the War of Wrath comes and with it the destruction of Cuivienen.

If any of those were re-embodied in Aman, I wonder if they make it a point to always turn their back to Valar and Maiar. I wonder if they only speak in the tongue they had first devised all those millennia ago and spoke in Cuivienen before time and different kindreds changed the tongue, not Sindarin or Quenya from the Great Journey's time or later. I wonder if they sing songs in their ancient tongue, songs about the beauty and unsullied health of Cuivienen every time any of the Ainur are near.

I wonder if the Valar feel any shame when those who they once looked upon in wonder and love gaze back at them with indifference or disgust.

[vaguely-concerned]

just going about my day idly contemplating how some of the ways hawke can interact with a romanced anders are not at all unlike how they interact with leandra (and a bit of carver too, especially with a purple hawke), and then thought about my hawke in the timeline where he romances anders and was hit straight in the face with 'was he ever actually in love, or was he just desperately trying to renegotiate with his mother's ghost in any way he could' and now i need to lie down. this is the power of dragon age 2

[f4m0u5m0n573rzz]

100% real footage of me going insane while trying to know/figure out and organise absolutely everything and anything I can about things I like or want to know. Namely, my chemical romance/gerard way/frank iero/etc…

Also thinking about everything I’m missing out on/have missed out on/will miss out on and not know (shows, photos, interviews, videos, etc.)

My Chemical Romance ruined my life and it will ruin yours.

Be very careful.

Save me

[hiyari8]

trying to figure out how to mix with an untuned .vsq file featuring lily the animove v3 from vocaloid

[yooniesim]

yall come on, if I was that troll blog the insults would actually be funny... and have some real receipts...

[annwayne]

Saw Gerrera Appreciation Post

He's incredibly handsome and charming

loyal, even under torture

and lost his little sister while fighting for his home planet.

He blames himself for her death.

And yet, he's one of the few parties we know that immediately knew the Empire would be worse than the Galactic Republic and the Separatists.

His methods are divisive, but he's made peace with what he has to do in order to win an impossible war.

Because if he doesn't do it, who will?

[thepandalion]

I will never be the same again