#the writing was on the wall yk???

[sailorgallifrey]

its my best friends birthday and if everybody doesn't clap and cheer i will hunt you down for sport :3333

[villain-enthusiast]

CAN YOU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do dom villain x dom hero (maybe a sprinkle of nsfw- not explicit though!) I love your blog and youre so good at writing!

OH YEAHHH. 😝

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“Get the fuck out of my way.”

The villain arched a brow, casually leaning their shoulder into the doorframe of the entrance they were blocking. ��No.”

The hero stormed up to the villain, jabbing a finger into their chest. “Don’t think you’re some kind of martyr,” they hissed between bared teeth. “I have a job to do.”

The villain blinked slowly at them, a show of smug, egotistical elegance. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Don’t question my competence,” the hero snapped. “I’ve done my research on these people, on these murderers. I know exactly who’s in this building and I know exactly what to do with them.”

The villain sucked on their teeth, as if they found the hero’s rage amusing. As if this was all a fucking joke. As if the mafia group past this entrance wasn’t getting further away with every passing second—

“You can yell at me all you want about competence and research.” The villain’s dark stare glittered with something incomprehensible. “You won’t get past me.”

Fuck this. “I’m not going to tell you again.” The hero maintained eye contact, sending the hellfire of their emotions into their glare. “Get the fuck out of my way.”

The villain leaned forward suddenly, bearing down so they were eye-level with the hero. The tip of their tongue wet their bottom lip, and the hero’s gaze—so, so traitorously—flicked down to follow the movement.

Teasing. The villain was teasing them.

Fuck. This.

”Then move me.” A rugged smirk tugged at the villain’s mouth, begging a challenge. “I’m not doing anything except blocking the doorway, sweetheart.”

The hero scowled, eyes flicking up and down the villain, assessing their body; that incredibly toned, impossibly muscular body—

“Fine,” the hero spat, flinging their arms out to grab the villain and shove them away—

The villain moved lightning fast.

Before the hero could even fully process what happened, they found themselves pressed against the brick doorframe, trapped between the wall and the hard planes of the villain’s body. Even their wrists had been caught and pinned above their head with one hand.

The hero sputtered.

“Hmm,” the villain mused, their breath tickling the hero’s cheek. “Well that didn’t last long, did it?”

”Fuck you,” the hero snarled, struggling against the villain, pulling at their incapacitated arms. They were left panting and shaking hair out of their eyes. “Fuck. You.”

The villain chuckled lowly. “You don’t have to tell me twice, love.”

The hero felt their cheeks burn. “Shut up and let me go.” Shit, their target was probably already gone by now.

The villain fake-pouted. “Can’t you spare a few minutes here with me? You know I’ll make every second count.” Again, their eyes sparkled with that unintelligible emotion, and again, their stupid tongue ran over their lips, wetting them.

God, it made the hero want to do unspeakable things. Things they would obviously never, ever do—

Target. Mafia. Job. The hero’s mind flailed for footing, footing that was quickly disappearing as the press of the villain’s muscles against their own became more and more apparent.

”Fuck, hero,” the villain breathed, as if they too were losing all semblance of control. Their head dropped into the crook of the hero’s neck, lips just grazing their collarbone.

The hero inhaled sharply, biting down on the inside of their cheek.

Target. Mafia. Job.

The villain’s breath was hot against the bare skin of their shoulder, scattering their common sense. Too close. Everything was too close.

“Hero,” the villain said again, and the way the name rolled from their mouth was almost like a plea, or maybe a prayer.

Whatever it was, it was the hero’s undoing.

“Two minutes,” the hero gasped out. “Only two—,”

Once the villain’s lips made contact, two minutes quickly became the rest of the night.

[midknitefox]

guys new character hyper fixation acquired

(Kaveh from genshin impact)

help

update: I went and found the image links (or what I believe to be the original artist links, I couldn't find anything else so lmk if I need to change it)

my lock screen

my wallpaper

hope this helps! (tip! link 2 for my wallpaper leads to a hoyolab post with a bunch of different wallpapers, so you might have to scroll a bit to find it. but on the bright side- a bunch of different character wallpapers for you ❤️)

[greasydumbfuck]

also just for the record. no matter how much utterly stupid shit i say or draw about him, frank actually makes me so deeply sad. this old man should be picking up his grandkids but he cant. i think about him too much and im so sad

[neallo]

maybe the reason i can't finish any yaoi rn is that i should be trying to write yuri. i know i said this like 3 weeks ago and then immediately finished some yaoi but i mean it this time

[dreadfuldevotee]

i’ve had a sinking suspicion since the season 2 finale that the show might end Armand’s storyline with him just straight up killing himself but planning to end the series around Memnoch the Devil has really impacted my doomerism oh nooo they might actually really do it

Eyeeeeee don't even wanna consider that a possibility because like. Look. At this point all we have to work with are these two seasons of television and what cast & crew have said. First of all, I think ending on Memnoch is just a bad idea in the first place. I can only infer based on where The Vampire Armand begins and peer reviews, but it does not seem in the slightest like that would be a satifying ending for literally any character without doing a good chunk of rewriting. Which seems to be Thee Memnoch issue anyway since it is a book centered around Lestat's bootleg Divine Comedy experience and thus alienates the whole rest of the cast (which I think is going to be the issue in finding a satisfying book compliant ending beyond Qotd and before Prince Lestat Trilogy)

I also have hope for this not being the case because I do believe Rolin and Assad when they talk about not wanting Armand to be this mustache twirling villian. I think if Armand can be as fucked up as he is in the books and still get a happy ending- to give this more sympathetic approach to the same character, a deeply depressing ending would just be a smack in the face.

This doesn't even cover the kind of logistics of Armand not being Orthodox Christian anymore and therefor having no actual tie to the Veil of Veronica and seeing Jesus in it. We already know from Benji and Maharet who are neither Christian, saw Jesus's face but didn't crash out about it because he's not their savior so. Idk. I don't even think they'd even want to do a full season of just Memnoch in the first place

[queerofthedagger]

everyone write 100 lines of "'creator chose not to use archive warnings' is proper tagging no matter what else is in that fic and if you OPEN a fic tagged as such it's entirely on you whatever you find in there" before going back to any discourse on dark fic and antis i am BEGGING

[eatanorange]

me reminding myself that american grad school isn't built for neurodiverse people, esp online: I'm gonna break things down in to manageable pieces like they told me in orientation :) everything will work out when I do it exactly as planned :)

also me, fighting the shame of not doing things 'perfectly on time' with a baseball bat bc god forbid it takes me all week to do all the readings and lecture content before I have enough of a grasp to engage in a discussion about it AND engage with my peers who are also discussing and adding new ideas at the same time: DOING IT BAD IS BETTER THAN NOT AT ALL. DO IT BAD ITS OKAY. JUST DO IT BADLY I'M ON MY HANDS AND KNEES.

anyway fanfic writing has become very motivating all of the sudden :)

[sugarsnappeases]

is writing your hobbie?

hmmm.... hobby.... curse..... it's all the same really

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

k contacted the casino n also my graph des professor so the level of desperation is high af

[alchemania]

Love Comes, Slowly. (Death Comes Faster.)

(Or, Furina falls ill, and Wanderer is confronted with the fact he cares a lot more than he realized.)

(He's got a name in this drabble too lads yippee!! He and Furina are close enough now he feels comfortable letting her call him by a name :] oh yeah and uh. This was not intended as shippy, if you were wondering, just to get that out of the way. It's platonic.)

“..ina. Furina!”

The white haired girl blinked owlishly, startled to attention. “Huh? What?”

“This is the third time I've called you,” Tetsuya frowned, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you daydreaming?” Furina flushed in answer, scratching the back of her neck.

“I've just been a little out of it today,” she muttered. That much was an understatement. She'd awaken with a fogginess in her head and a heaviness in her stomach that just hadn't gone away, and everything seemed to be processing twice as slowly, leaving her behind as the world kept moving. Was it always this warm, too??? Furina felt like she was baking, even for a place as warm as Sumeru, something felt off-

“Hey!”

Wanderer's hands grabbing her face snapped her to attention, and Furina instinctively leaned into them a little, comforted by how cool they were. In contrast, his pupils dilated a little - humans were always very warm in contrast to him, but Furina felt especially hot. “Are you sick?”

"I don't know…. maybe…?”

Tetsuya's eyes flashed with something unreadable, and he quickly took his companion by the hand, fear gripping his chest as much as he would deny it was there. “Well, we need to get you medical attention, then.”

“I'll be fine-”

“I know you will,” he asserted, “because we are GOING to get you looked at.” His tone left no room for arguments, and Furina stared at him hollowly before weakly nodding. She didn't understand why he was so vehement all of a sudden, but she didn't have much energy to be stubborn.

“Mkay…”

Tetsuya began to lead her through the city then, and she let herself be pulled along, slipping in and out of awareness as voices around her rose and fell like the tides. Very soon however, it was a struggle just to put one foot in front of the other, and Furina wobbled to a stop, a hand to her temple. Wanderer turned to her then, frowning. “What's wrong?”

“Tired,” she mumbled, barely able to keep her eyes open. “Achy, too…”

“We'll be to the clinic soon, just - we're going to get you some help,” he replied, and if she were fully coherent she'd notice his voice was slightly strained from barely concealed worry. “Come on. You can lean on me if you need to.” He seemed so far away, despite the fact he was right there, and Furina's legs buckled, too weak to support their owner's weight anymore. She crumpled to the ground, and Tetsuya froze, unable to move for a moment. And then the spell was broken, and he knelt by her side, frantic. “Furina!? Hey!! HEY!! Furina!!” With shaky hands, he took her pulse, relief flooding him when it came through strong and consistent.

It might not stay that way for long, though. You've seen this before.

Pushing that thought away, Tetsuya carefully wrapped one arm around Furina's back to support her and then scooped her up princess style - she was so small, and he noticed her cheeks were quite rosy, beads of sweat all over her brow.

..the fever's getting worse.

He had to hurry. He had to hurry.

Tetsuya swears he's never flown so fast before, everything whizzing by in a blur (and if his vision blurred for reasons other than his swiftness, no one needed to know). The moment he touches the ground again, he's racing towards one of the nurses, chest too hot and too cold all at once. “My friend collapsed,” (and it's startling, how easy it is now to call her that) “Help her. Please.” Furina was gently taken from his arms, and he lingered like a shadow as she was carefully placed in one of the beds, a cool cloth laid on her brow. “She gonna be alright?” Wanderer ventured, and his voice was so so small, expression more akin to someone centuries ago; someone who hadn't yet seen the depth of all the world's sorrows. One of the nurses turned and nodded, in reassurance.

“Her illness was caught early on, so she should be just fine. It's good you noticed quickly. She should be back to normal in a few days with rest, but you can spend the night if you'd like-”

“Absolutely.” He was not going to leave. No way in hell. Settling into a chair nearby, he tried to calm the storm in his chest, closing his eyes to clear his thoughts. The hours flew by, and eventually Wanderer sat up and gently shook Furina, to rouse her. “It's time for you to take your medicine. Come on.” Furina didn't move, and suddenly, he couldn't breathe, chills gripping him.

Oh.

Oh, god. God, please, no. Not again. Please, not again. He couldn't do this again.

“Hey,” Tetsuya called again, shaking the girl harder. “If this is a joke, it's not funny. You need to get up. They said you were going to get better, so you have to.” He'd made it in time this time, he'd - as soon as he could, he'd brought her here… so there was no reason that -

Tetsuya took Furina's hand, and to his horror, it was cold (like his) and limp. Just like - no, no no. This wasn't happening this could NOT be happening it couldn't!! “You can't just - leave me like this,” he managed, tears flooding his eyes. But she had. She had, and he didn't even get to say goodbye, and he couldn't breathe, sobs choking him. This time, he understood that death was a constant, that it would come and claim all humans eventually but-

...that didn't make it hurt any less, as much as he'd tried to deny it.

“Furina, come on, you're one of the only friends I have I - please don't leave me behind. Please - I'll do anything just wake up; wake up!”

I couldn't save you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

He can't stop crying. He's sprung a leak and he can't fix it and everything hurts so badly and a nurse is taking his hand and pulling him away and turning his face into her chest so he won't look, and he can't stop crying and he's begging her to do something, anything, but she can't. She knows that, and he knows it, too.

Furina was gone, and he couldn't do anything. No one could.

Tetsuya jolted awake, tears streaming down his cheeks, and gasped. Stars twinkled above, and he sat up after a split second of regaining his senses. It was a dream. It was just a dream. Then, Furina- getting up in a hurry, he raced to her side and shook her frantically, and to his immense relief, she stirred. Heterochromic eyes stared blankly at him, and she blinked sleepily. “Tetsuya…?? What - oogh!” He was squeezing her in a hug before she could process what was happening, tucking his head into her shoulder. “Oh….hey hey, it's okay,” Furina mumbled, patting his back weakly in reassurance. “M’just tired..why are you crying??”

“You're okay,” he barely managed, holding her like she'd disappear if he let go. “I had a dream and - no, it..it doesn't matter. It wasn't real. You're okay.” Wanderer's voice broke then, and he sobbed, relief overwhelming. “You can't leave me yet, okay? Not yet. Please. You're the best friend I ever had.”

“I'm going to get better, don't worry. They're taking good care of me here, and I'll be out in no time and - ….”

“What? What is it? What's wrong?”

“Nothing, just.. you said, I'm your friend-”

The young man froze, taken aback, and then eased up again, slowly nodding. “.. I did say that.”

“You mean it?”

“..Wouldn't say it if I didn't.”

Furina smiled, laying her head atop Wanderer's, and blue and white locks spilled into each other. “You're my friend too, yanno. Thank you for bringing me here when you did. I might be a lot worse off otherwise.”

“You don't have to thank me. I just - . . did what anybody would do.”

“Maybe, but I still want to thank you. Gotta make sure the people you love know they're appreciated.” Tetsuya stiffened at that, blinking rapidly. Oh god, she couldn't just - say things like that, he'd cry all over again and - he had to have misheard.

“You- …what?”

“You're my friend, and I love you,” Furina reasserted, and she said it so easily, like she was talking about the weather, like she was stating a fact of the world, and it shook him to his core.

“.. I - oh,” was all he could say, hot tears making their way down his face again. “Just. Just like that?”

“Just like that,” she nodded, and the tears fell faster. He loved her too, he realized - he wasn't quite sure the exact dimensions of it but he knew he cared for her as a friend would, wanted to stand by her side and defend her with everything he had. Still, it wasn't very easy to say that, so he hoped his actions spoke for themselves. She seemed to understand though, to his relief.

“..why?” Tetsuya finally ventured, because he did not understand. There were many things he did not understand, actually. What he did not expect was for her to answer his question with a question.

“Why not?”

“Why not? Because - …I mean, you've seen how I act.”

“Doesn't make you unlovable, yanno. You're prickly, yeah, but I mean. If love is conditional, it's not love at all. You care about me - the real me, and I care about you, flaws and all. And that's not gonna change. Okay?”

“...mm,” Wanderer managed, nodding once.

Just like that. Just because he was, he was cared for. Worldrocking, that.

They stayed like that for a long time, until one of the nurses came to take care of Furina, and soon after the girl fell asleep. Tetsuya watched how the nurse gently tucked her in and brushed her damp bangs out of her forehead, expression contemplative. Humans could be selfish, they could be deceptive, they could be cowardly - but they also cared about each other and they loved each other, too- and some of them had so, so much love to give, it was daunting. Here in one moment and gone the next but they loved so much and so deeply - and for a moment, he wondered if he could, too, love the world and everything in it or - most things. He didn't think so, but these days it did seem a little brighter than it had before. Maybe that was a sign he was changing, without realizing it.

He would think more about it later. For now, he simply held Furina's hand as she slept and leaned his head on the side of the bed, heart steady. They'd said she needed a few days to recuperate, and he would be here until then. She would be okay, she would be alright. There was nothing to fear anymore, and everything would be okay. He wasn't going to lose her - not for now, anyway.

..to love, and to be loved, was wonderful, he thought.

Maybe that was living.

..he could come to thrive in it.

[whenthegoldrays]

Wait. But what if Henry is majoring in architecture.

[seiwas]

hi my sweet sel :3 i’m sneaking in w a fresh matcha for u to ask for a moot bingo card 🍵… i’m 2 curious i couldn’t resist </3

ari my beloved!!!! thank you for the matcha 🥺 i am sip sippin it while doing your bingo card (my feet are also kicking in the air behind me 🤭) pls sit with me, i am offering you a cookie!! 🍪

(c) xen-blank for the template!

send me an ask and i’ll fill up this bingo for you!! 🥺

[weekend-g]

I think. I think abigail and krobus should be roommates.

[histrynerdss]

i wanna see a story where it's like,,,

it's already unconventionally formatted from the start, it's a book formatted and even the cover makes it look and feel and read like a diary

it's a pretty normal diary, a little inconsistent, the one writing in it can be gender neutral -- though i think with how i want the plot to go it'd be better for a fem character

the thing is: she knows you're reading the book. the reader manifests as a stalker in her universe, but no one can ever see or feel you except for her. she thinks she's going insane, and with the misogyny everywhere people don't tell her she isn't. she's afraid to go anywhere near the end, because what if you're watching her friends too?

she ends up dying in isolation because she hasn't gone out of her room in days. her last written entry is just a badly scrawled note: "if you're still watching me, i hope you know this is all your fault."

[currentlyreadingawesomefanfics]

Random person: Hey Chaos! What do you do when you’re bored?

Me: Make silly videos of my characters talking about their world…

Random Person: What-

Me: Shhhh it’s starting.

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