#this ..... is the first real poem ive written in months

[irritablepoe]

no but ive only read a tell tale heart from the real author but just from that,,,i dont think poe would be very normal abt relationships especially with ranpo......i didnt finish perfume by patrick suskind (got kinda bored not bc it's bad but bc i just found something i like more ) but the secretive and quiet but extreme obsession of the main character reminded me so much of poe??? and i think i read somewhere that the real ranpo chose edogawa rampo as a penname because it sounds so much like edgar allan poe and even rampo's book title is like poe’s right it only added japanese at the beginning before the ‘tales of mystery and imagination’ so it's not rlly far off that their bsd counterparts would totally be paranoid and intense w each other <333

dont be sorry abt loving this ship a lot!! in fact,,,if possible, could u share a lil bit more of ur headcanons abt them hehehheehehhe i dont see them portrayed in this light often (like u said v v rare)

i think telltale heart is a good example of poe's writing tbh, his works often revolve around obsession and delusion but also with grief if you look at "the raven" for example (especially his poems are about grief and death a lot so)

i've not read perfume but i know the general plot i think and yeah it probably fits well

AND YES edogawa rampo chose this pen name partly bc of edgar allan poe, he also references poe's works in his mysteries which is fun!! both of them also partly write horror, especially edogawa rampo's works shook me to the core, it's so well-written but also so disturbing, i wouldn't recommend them just like that bc of body horror and uhh fetish writing ig? but the cases of akechi kogoro are also so fun to read as well and you can actually try and solve the mystery yourself!!

ANYWAYS, this was a lot of praising lol, i just really really love both of their works :D and these works are also part of why i think they're both fucked up in the head lol

my biggest headcanon i'm saving for when my fanfic catches up to what i've already written lol, so i'm not spoilering that (but if you wanna know i can dm you :3)

other headcanons that i've curated during the past months:

poe has some sort of dissociative disorder, he dissociates when he's too overstimulated or sth triggers him, also he possibly struggles with intrusive thoughts

ranpo has autism and npd

poe has a brother in america, his parents died when he was young

he had a drug or alcohol problem after he lost to ranpo - the guild giving him an opportunity to get revenge motivated him enough to mostly recover though

poe has some really dark fantasies and sometimes he lets it slip during crime investigations - ranpo doesn't mind, he's even amused

ranpo also secretly loves it when poe brags

ranpo and poe started stalking each other (maybe even since the beginning) until one of them realised and send a very clear signal that the other couldn't miss and since then they've been flirting via sending secret messages in a language only they know to each other - basically consensual stalking (yes i'm completely normal)(also i haven't decided who realised first but it was probably ranpo - i love the thought of ranpo getting all flustered too tho)

poe didn't only lose to ranpo in that mystery game. he also lost his reputation, his friends, his admirers. there was more going on there, they probably met before the competition and they were intrigued by each other before it all went downhill

when poe isolated himself he only had contact to his brother who desperately tried to get him out of his headspace. but he himself isn't the best at having stable relationships + he's also an alcoholic (inspired by irl poe's brother henry)

they're both incredibly jealous and do anything to keep the others attention on them (ranpo giving candy to poe to get his attention back, poe being pretty dramatic and acting up a lot, also obeying every wish ranpo has)

ranpo must have told poe about fukuzawa and fukuchi for him to be able to write about their past for when they were drawn into his novel - so that means they actually sat together and talked about their past. which is insane to me

i do have another headcanon post but i couldn't find it ahhh, but it has to be buried somewhere in all the ranpoe postings lol

okay that was a lot, thank you if you read all that tho hehe :3 and thank you for asking, i love talking about them hsdkjfsdhjfs

[hualianisms]

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?

✄ what’s your editing process?

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

tysm for the ask!! 🩵🩵 be prepared for a lot of yapping

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

easiest fic: this is a bit of a hard qn bc ive written 58 fics so far through the years and i forgot half the things i wrote kfjjfj but id say, the easiest was probably my first ever real fic, i.e. this hualian hurt/comfort fic where hc has a nightmare of the 100 swords scene. it was the first thing i wrote right after finishing reading tgcf and i wrote it all in one go and the dialogue & actions & characterization flowed so easily, i could picture the scene so easily in my head (which doesn't always happen for me). and writing hualian felt like the easiest thing in the world bc back in 2020 every little detail about them as characters and as a ship was imprinted in my mind so vividly... i miss those days 😔 my memory abilities have deteriorated since then

otherwise, iirc my first ever fengqing fic and my fenglian poem were also very easy to write

hardest fic: 😭😭 this could be so many of my fics tbh, there's so many i struggle so much with.. especially the unfinished wips, bc everything i actually posted means it wasn't the hardest, since i actually managed to finish them

but among my posted wips, i definitely struggled with the earlier chapters of my hualian fake dating au very badly at the earlier chapters and almost gave up on it which was why there was a 1-2 year gap btwn updates 😭😭 i actually went into a 1-2 year long burnout right after posting chap 1. luckily though, the most recent chapters got much better for me, finally reached a part of the story that's much easier and more fun to write (except that i wrote myself into a bit of a corner so ive been brainstorming how to get out of it). i just struggle a lot with multichaps bc my executive dysfunction issues make it very overwhelming for me to plot things. but im very determined to see this fic through to the end and finish my first ever multichap!

there's a lot more i struggled with - usually longer fics, fics for a new fandom (especially visual media fandoms. book/text-based fandoms are much easier bc you already have a canon peek into their character voice and narration style), non-canon ships that need a lot of wrangling to be believable, fics where i worry a lot about being ooc, fics that need action scenes or a real plot

the rest of the qns answered under the cut:

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?:

😭 it depends on why im stuck. i might ask someone for help w characterization. sometimes i just go for a jog/walk to clear my head and it works, otherwise if im rly stuck, especially plot-wise, I'll procrastinate and put the fic off for weeks/months

✄ what’s your editing process?

just rereading my own draft and rewriting or filling in the blanks where i feel like it can be better or is missing smth. i don't cut scenes often unless they're really bad. sometimes i rearrange entire paragraphs around to make them flow better

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

this is an apt question bc i have 2 anon fics rn and had a few in the past that i took off anon a couple of years later.. i think the easiest way to tell is my authors' notes. in both start & end notes i tend to yap + i usually apologize a lot in the start notes

besides that maybe fic titles (mitski). i think the genres and writing tone/vibe through my 50+ fics have varied a lot so i don't think that would be distinctive.. id be interested to hear if my writing style is distinctive bc i have no idea myself 🤔 i know i have some phrases i reuse across fics though (trying to work on that issue), and a bad habit of having long sentences sometimes (ive really been working on reducing this issue)

(send me an ask from the fic ask game part 1 or the fic ask game part 2)

[scotianostra]

On May 28th 1503 a Papal Bull was signed by Pope Alexander VI confirming the marriage of King James IV and Margaret Tudor and the "Treaty of Everlasting Peace" between Scotland and England.

From an early age, Margaret was part of Henry VII’s negotiations for important marriages for his children and her betrothal to James IV of Scotland was made official by a treaty in 1502 even though discussions had been underway since 1496. Part of the delay was the wait for a papal dispensation because James’ great-grandmother was Joan Beaufort, sister of John Beaufort, who was the great-grandfather of Margaret Tudor. That made James IV and Margaret Tudor fourth cousins, which was within the prohibited degree. Patrick Hepburn, the Earl of Bothwell, acted as a proxy for James IV of Scotland for his betrothal to Margaret Tudor at Richmond in January 1502 before the couple was married in person.

James was dashing, accomplished, highly intelligent and interested in everything, James IV of Scots enjoyed himself with mistresses while manoeuvring to secure a politically useful bride, so the marriage was not just an "English thing".

Our King was 30, his bride was what has been described as "a dumpy 13 year old".

I'll dip into the "newspaper" of the day in Grafton's chronicle the following was written....

"Thus this fair lady was conveyed with a great company of lords, ladies, knights, esquires and gentlemen until she came to Berwick and from there to a village called Lambton Kirk in Scotland where the king with the flower of Scotland was ready to receive her, to whom the earl of Northumberland according to his commission delivered her." he went on "Then this lady was taken to the town of Edinburgh, and there the day after King James IV in the presence of all his nobility married the said princess, and feasted the English lords, and showed them jousts and other pastimes, very honourably, after the fashion of this rude country. When all things were done and finished according to their commission the earl of Surrey with all the English lords and ladies returned to their country, giving more praise to the manhood than to the good manner and nature of Scotland."

Not exactly flattering words!

The wedding finally took place for real (after several proxy marriages) on 8 August, 1503 at Holyrood House in Edinburgh. Margaret was officially crowned Queen in March 1504. The Scottish poet William Dunbar wrote several poems to Margaret around this time, including “The Thistle and the Rose”, “To Princess Margaret on her Arrival at Holyrood”

Now fayre, fayrest of every fayre,

Princes most plesant and preclare,

The lustyest one alyve that byne,

Welcum of Scotlond to be Quene!

Margaret was apparently homesick and not happy in her early days in Scotland, but the couple settled down to married life, there first child, James was born four years later, he died within the year, their second, a daughter fared little better she never survived a day. In 1309 another son only lived to be nine months old, such was the difficulties of trying to produce and heir, it's a wonder the human race survived, what with mortality rates being so high in the nobility, one only wonders how high it would have been for the ordinary citizen of Scotland?

Meanwhile Margarets father passed away and Henry VIII took the throne.

Margaret’s next child was born on April 11, 1512 at Linlithgow and named James. He survived childhood and was to become King James V and father of Mary.

As for "Treaty of Everlasting Peace" it lasted around 10 years, in the first few years of Henry VIII’s reign, the relations with Scotland became strained, and it eventually erupt in 1513, when Henry VIII went to France to wage war, this invoked The Auld Alliance and James IV, Henry VIII's brother-in-law marched his army into England only to be disastrously cut down on September 9th at Flodden Field, with too many of our Scottish Knights to count. The Queen gave birth to another son, Alexander the following April, but things would turn sour for her.

Margaret, then regent, remarried into the powerful Douglas family, the Scottish Parliament then removed her as Regent a pregnant Margaret fled Scotland in 1515, her sons were taken from her before she left. She was given lodgings by her brother at Harbottle Castle, where she gave birth to daughter, Margaret Douglas, who herself played a big part in Scottish history, becoming mother to Henry Stuart, Lord Darnley.

That wasn't the last we had seen of Margaret Tudor though, she returned to Scotland with a promise of safe conduct in 1517 but her marriage to Douglas was a disaster, he had taken a mistress while she was in England.

In 1524 Margaret, in alliance with the Earl of Arran, overthrew Albany's regency and her son was invested with his full royal authority. James V was still only 12, so Margaret was finally able to guide her son's government, but only for a short time since her husband, Archibald Douglas, came back on the scene and took control of the King and the government from 1525 to 1528. This would all come back to bite the ambitious Douglas family in the bum

In March 1527, Margaret was finally able to attain an annulment of her marriage to Angus from Pope Clement VII and by the next April she had married Henry Stewart, who had previously been her treasurer. Margaret's second husband then arrested her third husband on the grounds that he had married the Queen without approval. The situation was improved when James V was able to proclaim his majority as king (he was 16 at the time) and remove Angus and his family from power. James created his new stepfather Lord Methven and the Scottish parliament proclaimed Angus and his followers traitors. However, Angus had escaped to England and remained there until after James V's death.

Margaret's relationship with her son was relatively good, although she pushed for closer relations with England, where James preferred an alliance with France. In this, James won out and was married to Princess Madeleine, daughter of the King of France, in January 1537. The marriage did not last long because Madeleine died in July and was buried at Holyrood Abbey. After his first wife's death, James sought another bride from France, this time taking Marie de Guise (eldest child of the Claude, Duc de Guise) as a bride. By this same time, Margaret's own marriage had followed a path similar to her second one when Methven took a mistress and lived off his wife's money.

On October 18th 1541, Margaret Tudor died in Methven Castl. probably from a stroke. Margaret was buried at the Carthusian Abbey of St. John’s in Perth. Although Margaret's heirs were left out of the succession by Henry VIII and Edward VI, ultimately it would be Margaret's great-grandson James VI who would become king after the death of Elizabeth.

[f10w3rgutz]

EUGH. i am feeling...well ive been working well! ive finally started making progress on my review stuff and i think the main thing is to just calm down and write as i always would like with this stuff. cause in the end i am just 17 on the internet so like. who cares if its not written absolutely perfectly. and also most reviews are like. usually just a couple paragraphs anyway lol so all i need is to just. finish it yknow. which suprisingly im making progress! i have stuff queued - i want to post just one thing a day - for the next three days and ive submitted to 2 competitions AND ive finished the gift for my uncle.

which means all i have to do now is. 4 things to finish this month - 3 reviews. of which one is messily drafted and the other is halfway drafted but more put together. then the other review is um ok well i just figured how im gonna do that since its a music thing i just came up with like a way to do reviews but with less writing and more just a bunch of charts and maybe notes if i want to. which basically means yea i can do that real easy now LMAOOOO

then the last things. well ok so the last personal project is a short story ive been trying to work on for a while. its not even drafted completely lol but i have the general idea down. and i think...well i just want it done honestly. so i can i guess add it to my portfolio? idk if i should post it or try to submit it somewhere first or what. anyway. thats the personal things that i want to finish.

on the other side of that. in regards to my submissions to writing competitions - i currently have 2 done. but i decided for the other ones i want to start working the months before the due date comes up which means now in febuary im gonna work on all the ones due in march and all the ones due in april ill do in march etc etc etc

the problem is. i have two to do. which isnt that much. one is a poem or a short story and the other is strictly a short story. for the second one i have a clear idea of what i want to do and i think it will be very very good. the word limit for that is 500 words so i dont have to worry about...ummmm idk i guess the limit? its short and easy.

the other one however. i have an idea. i think my idea is fine i just dont know if its Great or if ill be able to write it in a way that makes it Great. because i think for that im gonna need to have some sort of gimmick wait this post is getting too long ill make a new one

[baby--veins]

i’m sitting outside my old apartment, and i should be sad right now. i used to dread coming here to collect my mail. tonight i am dancing up the front steps. two months ago i had a hard time getting out of bed. then i had a hard time falling asleep. today we sat in your car with your three closest friends and there was nothing but ugly laughter. and sometime between getting back in your car and getting out, i realized you’ve got my entire heart in both your hands. and that is both terrifying and absolutely wonderful.

i guess what i’m trying to say is that this place was home for a year. i lost all my christmas and halloween decorations. i had poetry in these walls that i’ll never write again. but thank you. for decorating a tree with me. for being twenty minutes late to the theatre with me. for watching five movies in a row with me. for singing loud enough for me to hear. for holding out your hand but knowing you don’t have to ask. for being my best friend and rock and home all at once so quickly. thanks for being my home the most. because you are already. my home.

[emeritiii]

Oh definitely do all the asks!

THANK YOU this has been a most adequate distraction

>1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.

i. Jobs Where They Don't Know Our Names by Raymond and Maria

ii. Out of Time by The Modern Era

iii. Culling of the Fold by The Decemberists

iv. Usher, Pt. 2 from Ghost Quartet

v. Literal Actual Caramelldansen

vi. Self Destruct by Pegboard Nerds

>2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Egocentric answer, but I would want to meet myself as if we were strangers and see how I come across out in the world

>3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

Oh god it's a notebook okay. "That was what she did for Coda, at least, although they manage to bunny-hop over that particular bar by virtue of not committing serial homicide." (Cutting into line eighteen slightly for the sake of finishing the sentence)

>4) What do you think about most?

Whatever my current special interest is. Right now it's my and @generiqwriter 's ridiculously complex Dead by Daylight multiverse, and also the hellcomic

>5) Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Oh yes

>6) Do you have any strange phobias?

I don't think so? My only real genuine phobia is maybe my inability to make phone calls, but that's pretty standard for someone with severe anxiety. Extremely large shapes like unbroken cloud fronts or the sun in the browser game I played as a kid make my chest feel tight, and if something moves in a way it isn't supposed to you won't find me in that room anymore, but those both feel like pretty typical human-instinct neuroses as well.

>7) What’s your religion?

Atheist and areligious

>8) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Wandering around my apartment complex. Or around the park or the mountains. Wandering in general.

>9) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

The Modern Era (specific recommendations: Like a Hot Knife, Holiday)

>10) What was the last lie you told?

I told my kittens I would give them a treat, And Then I Didn't (they will both have one a little later—it was just too close to breakfast at the time)

>11) Do you believe in karma?

Not in the fate or spirituality sense, but in terms of probability and the way fucking people over informs how you fit into the world around you, something that feels like karmic backlash is bound to come up eventually, and if it compels a person to rethink how they conduct themself, that's neat

>12) What does your URL mean?

It's a Southern Reach trilogy reference (if you know you know) packaged in a Homestuck reference that was, believe it or not, unintentional at the time

>13) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

I'm super avoidant and tend to come off as noncommittal or uncaring/insincere, but my online orders always arrive early and I think that really makes up for everything.

>14) Who is your celebrity crush?

Don't have one!

>15) How do you vent your anger?

Generally I don't, but when I do, I turn up my music as loud as I can tolerate

>16) Do you have a collection of anything?

I had an hourglass collection and a bone collection that probably still exist but didn't come with me when I moved out by myself. It's probably fair to say that I collect notebooks and pens. And soft things, although I've tried to tone down the plushie hoarding

>17) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

Not yet, but he's a work-in-progress.

>18) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

Right now my favorite sounds are the squeaky trill one of my kittens makes when she wants attention and the specific way my girlfriend laughs when I catch her off-guard with a joke. Whistling is probably my least favorite

>19) What’s your biggest “what if”?

What if I packed a duffel bag and the cats and just drove out to Missouri right now?

>20) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

I teased a similar idea in a character ask meme earlier this month, but I believe that when something traumatic happens in a specific place, it becomes an inextricable part of that place, so it's haunted in a way. Ghosts are real and they're rattling around my empty skull as we speak. And yes I think there's something alive out there somewhere—microorganisms, at the very least

>21) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

Punched the wall real hard with my right hand 👍 touched my knee with the left because I'm too pretty to sit in a chair the way god intended

>22) Smell the air. What do you smell?

Coffee and pre-autumn desert wind

>23) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

(TW for gore and dead animals) At work we have what we call the Devil's Room, which is a steel vault with a twenty-foot ceiling and half a dozen garbage bins full of severed animal heads. There's usually a pile of horses or cows on the floor and every square inch of it is covered in blood. Every time I go down there I'm just waiting for someone to slam the giant door shut behind me and tell me they want to play a game. It's not for everybody

>24) Most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender?

I honestly couldn't tell you

>25) To you, what is the meaning of life?

I think everyone needs to find their own meaning. Existence is too complicated too attach one universal purpose to it

>26) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

I do, and I like driving a lot, actually. The only wreck I've ever been in was when a deer jumped in front of me on a rural highway at three in the morning, and I kept driving

>27) What was the last movie you saw?

Damn that's a great question. I think it was Turning Red?

>28) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

You can tell I've never really had any serious injuries because the worst incident that comes to mind is the time I half-fainted and sprained my thumb

>29) Do you have any obsessions right now?

Yes (send help)

>30) Ever had a rumor spread about you?

Definitely.

>31) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

Yes, although I'm not especially vindictive. It just sours my interactions with someone if I can't get over it

>32) What is your astrological sign?

Scories I'm a Scorpio, and I have the full chart Max made for me somewhere

>33) What’s the last thing you purchased?

Groceries and housekeeping stuff. The kid helping bag groceries asked if I was doing a TikTok challenge because I was buying Tide pods

>34) Love or lust?

Love, but I'm aspec and my personal subjective experience of both things is important to me, so take my opinion with a grain of salt and chase what drives you

>35) In a relationship?

Yes, and we h*ld h*nds and play League of Legends together, so you know it's serious

>36) How many relationships have you had?

Six, one of which was like a boss fight with three phases (this is a joke it was my first relationship and I had no idea how to do literally anything)

>37) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

If I told you, you'd have to kill me

>38) Where is your best friend?

Too far away < 3

>39) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

Trying to fall asleep, looking at stimboards

>40) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

Holy shit no. I have a coworker-you-are-forced-to-tolerate relationship with myself

>41) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

Grab the dog. If my job stability is already that tenuous, I'd probably just call in my resignation mid-rescue

>42) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) I would tell my girlfriend as soon as possible and then plan to tell everyone else who needed to know but fail to actually do it until way too close to the deadline; b) Try to continue with business as usual while preparing all the necessary legal shit on the side; c) I don't think so, but I've never been faced with something like that, so I can't say for sure

>43) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Weird Al Yankovic's Polka Face

>44) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Communicate And Set Expectations For The Love Of Gourd

>45) How can I win your heart?

Survive the crucible of me rambling for four hours straight.

>46) Can insanity bring on more creativity?

I think it's more that creativity is a valuable outlet and coping source. If you're in pain or the way you experience the world is crucially different than the way everyone around you does, it's going to translate in a hundred unique ways. I also think we should be careful about romanticizing it, but that's a whole other thing I'm not qualified to stand on a soapbox about

>47) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

Joining that weird little Doctor Who roleplay group even though I wasn't really into Doctor Who anymore

>48) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

I don't know exactly, but I want there to be a really egregious typo somewhere on it

>49) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “heart.”

Heart Aspect, followed by that post with the inaccurate anatomical diagram that was floating around my dash recently

>50) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?

Storm cloud grey, hot pink, maroon

>51) What is your current desktop picture?

A doodle of a secretary bird I drew for a silly little two-frame GIF

>52) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

I'd put it to a vote among people whose opinions I care deeply about

>53) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

I spent fifteen minutes thinking about this one and don't have a good answer (or a joke answer)

>54) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

Transferrable shapeshifting, so I can lend the ability to someone else for a bit

>55) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

For a moment I definitely thought this was asking me to choose an event to condense down into a thirty-minute period. Honestly, I would choose a nice dream or a good meal—something minor because I wouldn't want to ruin the memory by revisiting the moment

>56) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

I'm actually reading a book about this— (I don't know, though. All of my worst experiences have involved many other people in such a way that I don't necessarily want to make that decision, whether or not it would be erased for them as well)

>57) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

Nah sorry m8 I'm good

>58) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

G...girlfriend

>59) Ever been on a plane?

I've done lots of flying!

>60) Give me your top 5 hottest celebrities.

Yall I'm sorry but my permanent address is under a rock

[chocolate-parfait]

Matchup for @bigwintter

bigwintter , dear, tumbrl ate your ask away and I can't seem to be able to tag you for whatever reason. I hope you'll be able to see this nonetheless!

I match you up with... William!

You two are the embodiment of the dark academia aesthetic tbh✨

During your first encounter, you mostly keep to yourself, but Will can tell that you two are, in a way, similar to each other. It all starts with casual and sporadic encounters where the general ambiance is “Oh God, I’m talking to THE William Shakespeare”, but all that quickly dissolves through time. The writer instantly takes a liking to you, a normal reaction to your genuine love for literature, but the more he talks to you, the more he realizes there’s something more to it.

Your aura kinda works like a magnet. It’s in your little gestures, the way you carry yourself, completely at ease despite a 200 years-wide gap between your time and your new surroundings. Most of all, he’s genuinely amazed each time you give him deep and psychological insight about a recently published novel or sometimes even a piece he has written himself. Sometimes you stumble a bit and don’t exactly know how to convey your thoughts in a precise way, but this makes him all the more curious(he finds it very cute, actually). He truly wonders how come you’re able to give a fascinatingly knowledgeable answer to whatever topic the two of you are discussing, and this ignites an always increasingly burning fire deep inside of him.

He tries (unless SOMEONE cough Theo cough forcefully kicks him out) to visit the mansion more often, other times he invites you over to his residence to have a nice chat over some tea. If you feel like it, he even plans some rendezvous in the city to show you around. It’s very nice of him and he acts like a total gentleman! But... some problems may arise when he starts showing his overly possessive side.

Since you know your fair share of information when it comes to psychology and all that may come in handy to diagnose someone with being a yandere (and whatever type of mental illness Shakespeare has), you notice the signs early on, so at least you’re not completely caught off guard. As to how to act next... well, that’s pretty much up to you. You can ask Comte for protection for the rest of the month and then go back home, or you can try and talk it out with him if you prefer.

Since this is a matchup, let’s pretend you chose to stay in the past and confront him about it. You go to his house and he’s acting like usual, although there’s a glint in his eyes that sends a shiver down your spine. When you finally bring up his weird behaviors a switch in his mind flips the other way. It’s a really intense moment because as he’s explaining all the reasons why he deemed it necessary to “protect” you from others, he suddenly realizes that at the root of the whole problem there’s only his genuine affection towards you. But would he act the same way with Vincent? No, of course not. Then, there must be something else to his feelings, right? And the word he had written so many times, the main theme of most of his stories, comes crashing down on him. Love.

He doesn’t outright say it, but it’s subtle and you already know about it. Once more, you can decide whether to correspond to his feelings right away or wait a little longer, just know that you’ll be in for a lot of therapy sessions. This man needs three things: affection, a LOT of reassurance, and someone to show him how healthy relationships work. You can provide him with all three, and though he might reject the idea of change (perhaps even in a violent manner), with time and care he’ll come to understand where the boundaries of a relationship lie. Surely, there will be times in which he falls prey to his darkest thoughts, but the progress is admirable.

His recovery aside, he’s truly one of the kindest lovers out there, getting slightly rough only during horny times (he wouldn’t be able to withstand the guilt of having hurt you), and he never misses out on important dates and small details. There is a lot of unspoken understanding between you two, and with just a glance, you can convey everything that words wouldn’t suffice to describe. Regardless, he still loves composing little poems on the spot just for you (he later writes them down in a thick book that he gifts you for your birthday), pressing a soft kiss to your lips when he’s done reciting his small part.

As a couple, you pretty much have all the freedom in the world. Living in a house far from prying eyes and unwelcome visitors, you can enjoy your much-beloved solitude from the rest of the world. Even in the same house, he will eventually come to respect your wish for independence and alone-time. Though there is a lot of work behind it, you and William finally reach an equilibrium that few couples would be able to maintain for long.

Second choice: Dazai

Despite being quite the trickster, an unprovoked Dazai is a person that enjoys quiet spaces and his fair share of alone time. You two could definitely get along pretty well, but getting past the acquaintances-who-have-some-idle-chat-every-now and then phase? That could be slightly harder.

Everyone has their bad days, and depending on the person, some may want to let the whole world know about their feelings, whether others prefer keeping everything inside. Well, Dazai is definitely the second case. Just as usual, he puts on his happy mask and clown nose in the poor attempt of shifting his focus on his surroundings, but ever so often his facade slips off completely. Be it a glance, an unhappy comment or the sudden quietness, you pick up on it quite easily.

There are many strong personalities that leave their lasting impressions in the mansion. For each you could find at least 10 adjectives to describe them without you even being close, but what about Dazai? At first glance, he seems like one of the most dual characters in the vampiric group; one side of him is warm and caring, completely in the norm, but most things he says leave a certain bitter aftertaste. One could describe him as a breeze, but you had noticed that this warm spring breeze could turn into a chilly autumn one in the blink of an eye.

He’s seemingly a superficial man, but many little details convince you otherwise. Spending a whole month in the past with no one to talk to was out of the question, and mystery man here is the tragic hero that had piqued your curiosity the most so... why not give it a try? You would have to approach him first (he reaches out to people mainly when he sees they're struggling with their emotions), and with the right words here and there his fake smile will crumble away. (you don't necessarily need to be an expert speaker, he's a smart one and will understand what you mean)

Of course, he won't be giving in too easily, but he's quick to notice your genuine interest and curiosity towards him. You'll be going back in a month, so even if he let you see a snippet of who he truly was... it wouldn't be such a bad thing, right? Unfortunately for him, all the romance he has ever experienced in his life was tied to his and his partner's mental health, so with you there to help him out with his emotional state, he's quick to fall for you. (these aren't really spoilers,, its just facts about irl dazai but idk how much they decided to keep in his route tbh, I've only read a general summary)

On the other hand, it may take you some time to realize your feelings, and sometimes you wonder whether your initial reason to get close to him was just your love for psychology. With time, that will all become a secondary matter, for thus you'll start seeing him as a true friend, and perhaps something more.

Oftentimes you hang out in his room and have long discussions while sharing some tea and sweets together. Topics may vary from analysis of fictional characters to more philosophical matter, and a couple dumb jokes here and there: other times the room falls in the most comfortable of silences, the atmosphere warm and relaxed.

Dazai definitely doesn't mind your goofy side, he actually enjoys it quite a lot. You, him, and Arthur could team up and become the most annoying trio of the mansion, much to Isaac's dismay. It's very clear to the Englishman though, that you two have something going on, although you don't seem to be aware of it. He will start teasing you and dropping heavy hints until Dazai eventually confronts him about it. 

When it dawns on you, it doesn't take long before you and Dazai confess to each other and become a couple. If you're both mutually interested then why wait? Your straightforward nature plays a big part in this, despite your communication skills. Dazai secretly admires this aspect of yours, and if you question him about it, he will admit it without embarrassment and the fondest of looks.

As partners, you have a very mature relationship, and neither of you has a problem with meeting the other's needs. The Japanese writer will always respect your wishes and opinions, but every now and then, mostly at nighttime, he will crave your touch and comfort. Old habits die hard, and it's not easy to completely let go of one's past, that is why he seeks your warmth. Offer him your lap, pepper his face with delicate kisses, tenderly stroke his hair; whatever you have to offer will be more than enough for him. These are very intimate and romantic moments between the two of you, in which your bond gets stronger and stronger, although through quiet reassurance and support.

He doesn't necessarily mind PDA, but he'd rather you keep your most explicit gestures to the privacy of your rooms. Nevertheless is a man of great calm and patience, and he's a great actor, too; don't be too surprised if he decides to tease you in public. Generally speaking though, he'll stick to basic stuff like hand-holding and such.

You have dates in the most random of places! The termae, the gazebo, on the riverbank or in some obscure neighborhood of the city. He loves strolling around with you, and he'll get so lost in the feeling of your hand in his that once he snaps out of it he doesn't realize where your feet have taken you.

Another activity that you two could end up doing together is drinking. He takes you to his favorite bar, where he orders his favorite drink, cigarette in hand (he smokes only if you're okay with it) while looking impossibly hot. You can order yourself a beer and then you can have whatever discussion you feel like having. He is not one to judge, and will happily comply and talk about all topics. Whether it's a book you've read or something that happened to someone in the mansion, he will quietly listen to you as he sips on his whiskey or brandy or whatever, adding a thoughtful comment here and there.

[x-lulu]

gurl 1-99 I dare you😄

haha no if that's too much just 1, 2, 24, 32, 77, 85, 95

well I finally answered them all babe, took me a week haha 💗

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? world away by tonight alive, you give love a bad name by bon jovi, amnesia by five seconds of summer, had enough by lower than atlantis, take it out on me by thousand foot krutch, if I could fly by one direction, I just named the first that popped in my head

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? YOU

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17? a wind came in off the harbour, bringing the smell of the sea

4: What do you think about most? I’m an overthinker with anxiety so yeah I think about everything a lot, so I wouldn’t know what I think about most

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? just an okay haha

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on? with, an oversized shirt and underwear

7: What’s your strangest talent? latin maybe?

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence) I don’t know rock? I’m not really the kind of person that puts a gender in things

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? uhm I don’t think so, now I feel unimportant haha

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar? I’m more an using a hairbrush as a microphone kind of girl

11: Do you have any strange phobias? probably, I’m scared of a lot of things

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? don’t think so

13: What’s your religion? officially I’m Christian, I’m a bit searching for what I believe in tho, I do believe in jezus but not like walking on water and coming back from the death, I might believe in the Greek gods and nature gods

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? enjoying the fresh air, going for a walk/ride and look at cute animals

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? behind

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? even if you kill me I don’t know what band to say

17: What was the last lie you told? I lied about not being sad

18: Do you believe in karma? I don’t know, sometimes, but like there are people who’ve done terrible things, where is their karma?

19: What does your URL mean? it’s just my nickname, I didn’t want to make it fandom related because I’m a multi fandom and I didn’t want to have to change my url a lot, I also didn’t want to put my real name because I don’t want people to find me who I know in real life haha

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? my insecurity is my greatest weakness I think, I don’t know my greatest strength... maybe being a person who people feel loved and welcome by? Idk if people feel that way and idk if it’s a strength. If I’m gonna be poetic I have to say my greatest weakness and strength are both that I love someone with my whole heart, when I start loving you, I love you so much, I would do anything for you, but when someone fucks up, I’ll still love them even tho they don’t deserve it, so that comes with a lot of pain so yeah a weakness and a strength

21: Who is your celebrity crush? rudy pankow and dylan obrien

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? yes

23: How do you vent your anger? I keep everything to myself till I explode and start screaming

24: Do you have a collection of anything? music records, stones and just memories from places I’ve been to

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? neither? If I’m comfortable I do enjoy video chatting especially in times like these where you can’t speak in real life

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become? this is hard one, I’ve never been happy with who I am, I do like me better than who I used to be

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? sound I love is when you’re walking trough the woods just the birds, can’t think of one I hate, I definitely have some they just don’t come to mind rn

28: What’s your biggest “what if”? what if I keep going through and it doesn’t get better

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? yes and yes/maybe

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. my laptop and my pillow

31: Smell the air. What do you smell? flowers

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to? xanten

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? uhm west coast? Idk haha

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? harry styles is the first one that pops in my head

35: To you, what is the meaning of life? to find love, can be someone something, experience things that make you happy, enjoy it, learn, better the world

36: Define Art. creating something, it can have a meaning but it also can’t, a lot of people give it a deep meaning, which can be it, I just think art doesn’t always have to be deep are spectacular it can be someone making something because they have so much going in their head and they find peace in creating art and get inspired by their own experience, people also can it just do for fun, there are so many different kind of art and artists, I don’t think it can’t be defined

37: Do you believe in luck? I don’t know

38: What’s the weather like right now? rainy

39: What time is it? 9:54 pm

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? no licence

41: What was the last book you read? a fanfic on Wattpad fight or flight by ffsumth

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline? yes 🙈

43: Do you have any nicknames? lu and lulu obviously, loesje , samantha, pinguïn, polar bear, you called me lulu bear hehe

44: What was the last film you saw? I don’t remember...

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? uhm ive broken a few things, my toes and my arm, but nothing really bad actually

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly? no, I don’t want to, I have seen some really close, they’re beautiful

47: Do you have any obsessions right now? again you haha, but like all the stuff I post on here are my obsessions

48: What’s your sexual orientation? I don’t know, I think straight, but I don’t know for sure

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you? yeah

50: Do you believe in magic? I’m not certain, maybe I do :) I do live by the saying ‘just because you haven’t seen it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist’

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? sadly yes, like I won’t be mean to you or anything, but I will never ever trust you again, if I’m hurt I’m hurt and sadly I haven’t found a way yet to leave it behind, so I’m feeling a lot of pain and I’m never gonna forget that pain, so yeah...

52: What is your astrological sign? capricorn

53: Do you save money or spend it? uhm both? depends on how I feel and what time of the year it is, I have the bad habit to save it for a few months and then spend a lot of it

54: What’s the last thing you purchased? a apple pen so I can start trying digital art

55: Love or lust? love

56: In a relationship? with you hehe

57: How many relationships have you had? none official relationships, I’m just not lovable okay leave me alone haha

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue? no oops

59: Where were you yesterday? home, school, therapy

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? a pillow

61: Are you wearing socks right now? no

62: What’s your favourite animal? polar bears

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? no idea haha, I don’t have one

64: Where is your best friend? at home, like 20min away

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr. this is hard so I’m just gonna name the first five that come in my head @nxsmss @rafej-cambanks @thegreatestofheck @chrlsgillespie @nedleed

66: What is your heritage? I don’t know 🤷‍♀️

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? sleeping, I had to get up early today

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name? never thought about it

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? no

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? Is it bad to say yes? I mean I hate myself but I do think I’m a good friend

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? save the dog obviously!!!!

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? I think I would tell people, I’m not sure, but like so have people got the time to say goodbye the way they want to, I would travel the world I think, do everything on my bucket list, maybe some illegal stuff 🙈 (where no one gets hurt tho obviously), I don’t think I would be afraid... I mean I’m suicidal, I’ve literally been connected to death my whole life, if you understand what I mean

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. uhm trust I think? If I would have love but don’t have trust I wouldn’t really feel loved anyway, I do really want to experience how it feels like to be loved tho...

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? the first song that came to mind is love my life by Robbie Williams, I rarely listen to it, but the lyrics really gives a boost of happiness and confidence

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? 51 54

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? loyalty and trust, you don’t have to agree on everything or be interested in the same things, you do have to be there for each other

77: How can I win your heart? YOU ALREADY HAVE

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? yes I think so

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? to get dogs

80: What size shoes do you wear? uhm 38 eu, 4,5 uk and 7 us

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? a loving ... I hope to be a loving daughter, friend, wife and mother, someone who was always there for others

82: What is your favourite word? fuck haha, no idk but that is definitely a word I use a lot

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. pain....

84: What is a saying you say a lot? enjoy the little things

85: What’s the last song you listened to? ignorance by paramore

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours? uhm I do love black, I also like pastels and like a turquoise kind of colour

87: What is your current desktop picture? me and my friend

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? no one, there are a lot of people who did wrong, the need to be in jail, but I’m not saying someone deserves to die

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? what goes on in my head, how I’m feeling

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? scream probably haha

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? teleportation, I would travel the world haha

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? when I was in Ireland by the cliffs of moher

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? uhm this is a hard one, maybe seeing my father almost dying? (he is okay btw, we were lucky), I’ve had nightmares and anxiety ever since

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? I find this so weird to say for some reason... if I have to give a name it would be harry styles I think, because damn look at that man, but I don’t know, I would rather be friends with him than sleep with him tbh, I know you can do both haha, but idk I’m not like yes I want to sleep with him haha, I think I’ve read too many fanfics about him that I would find it awkward

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? ice land or canada

96: Do you have any relatives in jail? don’t think so, not close ones anyway

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? no, I got out in time haha

98: Ever been on a plane? yes, when I went on a trip to georgia in west asia

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? you’re all ignorant assholes haha, no idk what I would say, there are a lot of good people on this world I know, but man there is some fucked up shit, so maybe I would educate some people or it would have something to do with mental health, maybe about loving yourself or that it’s not a sign of weakness and that we should be treated as equals to physical pain, we should be taken seriously... I don’t really know, there are so many things haha

[spookyspaghettisundae]

So Even Gods Can Die

Beeping. Revolving metallic sounds. Click. Computerized monitors. The light everywhere, blinding at first, then softening until his vision cleared. Click. Whirr. Click.

Bright light from the fluorescent tube overhead and daylight flooding in from a window. But it was not actually that bright. Click. It was his eyes slowly adjusting. The feeling of needles in his skin, taped down, and the plastic tubes hooked up to his nose to help him breathe.

Lips parched, throat dry. Click. When he swallowed, it felt like forcing down a lump of sand and lava. A woman sat in the room, and he did not recognize her. Click. But she looked at him, expectantly. Whirr.

A white box on the table next to the bed. Like one containing a cake. Click. The woman sitting in the room stared at him. The ominous white box stared at him. Click. Whirr.

It wasn’t his time yet. He refused to accept that. But between the woman and the box, he knew he was going to die.

Grit and sand clung to her clothes. Any spots of exposed skin featured myriads of cuts and scratches. Black rings of exhaustion lined her eyes, and her clothing looked like it had been mangled in a meat grinder.

The woman picked up a chart attached to the end of his bed and idly flipped through its pages. Click.

“Who are you?” he finally asked her.

She flapped the pages back up front and tossed the chart onto the foot of his bed. He watched but was too weak to protest. With delay, he registered that he couldn’t even feel it when the clipboard landed on his legs.

“I’m Kim. Here because we need you,” she said. Her words rolled out and sounded even more tired than she looked. Her eyes had a dull sheen, like she hadn’t slept in days or had taken some drugs, or practically had only caffeine in her veins.

Thump.

The white box on the table thumped again. It had moved half an inch. Although he had only seen it from the corner of his eye, he could have sworn that its walls had bent outwards when something thumped inside of it. Like there was a small animal trapped within.

“What’s in that box?” he asked. He lifted fingers, attached to a drip and some cables. Feeble, trembling softly as he tried to point at the gift box.

“Don’t worry about it; it’s got nothin’ to do with you. Or, well, maybe it doesn’t need to have anything to do with you,” she said.

“Okay,” he said. He had heard the threat implied in there.

He blinked—hard. Blinked again. Blinked so hard that it became painful.

The edges of his vision lost their blurriness. The fuzzy edges on everything straightened out—turned sharp. The clouds cleared from his memories.

His name was Gabriel. Gabriel understood his place in the world again. More powerful than his current state of being revealed. Even though his body had begun to betray him, he contained power beyond what normal mortal man could comprehend. More powerful than most of the wretches working in this hospital, or living in this pathetic city all around them.

A living god.

Or so he believed. Click.

“Cut the shit. What do you think you need? What do you hope to get from me?” Gabriel asked. Ordered. Every word he spoke hurt, as if each syllable rasped over his soft insides like sand paper.

“You don’t know us, but you may know Kevin,” Kim said. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. The plastic squeaked, the metal creaked.

Thump.

The box had moved closer yet again. Like something inside of it was trying to get closer.

“Don’t mind it. If you get upset, it gets more violent,” she commented.

They both peeled their eyes off of the innocuous white box of terror and their gazes met.

Click. Whirr.

Gabriel pondered for a second and then sneered. He knew Kevin, alright. Michael��s protege and worst nemesis.

The person who was going to bring everything down.

“We need to find him, help him return from the House,” she said.

Gabriel chuckled. The chuckle transformed into coughing after a few labored revolutions of the laugh, leading to him hacking and wheezing.

His body had truly reached its end, but he refused to let go. Two hundred years was a long time.

Once he had gathered himself and felt her burning stare on himself, he asked, “How long’s that motherfucker been in there?”

“Three months,” she replied.

Gabriel closed his eyes and mulled it over. Bad number.

THUMP.

He ignored it. Probably just a baby of an entity inside that box.

It was more important to figure out what he was dealing with here.

Click.

How he could kill this woman.

Gabriel uttered a string of profanities; with no power in it because of his failing lungs, but more than enough zeal to express his disgust. She listened to his every odious word. He gave it a rest after a solid half a minute of swearing.

Click. Whirr.

“Fuck him,” he finally concluded. “Can rot in that hellish Otherworld for all I care.”

“No,” Kim said. Resolute, like a cliff standing defiantly against the ocean’s waves.

“No?”

“No,” she repeated. The word crashed like thunder. It fed into a headache growing behind Gabriel’s forehead. She added, “Once he’s out of the House, he can finish his transformation.”

Gabriel glared at her. His eyes simmered with rage and his tear ducts burned, not capable of producing the salty fluid anymore. His flesh was weak. But he still had other means. Other power. Power this woman failed to notice.

She had made a mistake by coming here like this.

THUMP.

He couldn’t be sure about the white box, though. He pondered if he was underestimating it.

Resigned to his fate here, he knew this was going to be a brutal battle. Not quite as uneven as his current state looked.

“Falmaghorr,” he whispered. So feebly that it sounded like nonsense, or like he was having a stroke.

“What?” Kim asked.

Click.

“Nevermind,” he sighed. Either she was stupid or he had snuck that past her. “You know, right? That when he completes that damned transformation, the world ends?” he asked her.

“And a new one is born,” Kim spoke with reverence, incessantly staring into Gabriel’s eyes. Into his soul.

She was convinced. Had chosen a side in this war. Her words just now—a declaration. A war cry, delivered with the eerie calmness that only zealots can produce.

“For every dream that is dying, a new world is born,” Gabriel mused, reciting the old poem that his kind were wont to sing. He broke out into another chuckle, dry and sardonic. Erupting into coughs at the tail end once more.

THUMP.

Kim pulled a small silver box from her jacket pocket and opened it to show him something inside of it. A steel syringe that looked like it came from a different age. Weathered, old, scratched.

“You came for my blood?” he asked. “Ridiculous. You could have just—you didn’t need me to be awake for—”

He stopped choking on those words. It dawned on him.

Blood of a dying hierophant—a potent reagent. One with powerful symbolic tension. And like all things magick, one where the symbolic tension lies in just how literal it was.

“Can’t beat the reaper,” he sighed. “Nobody beats the reaper. All you do is entertain ‘im. And hope you get off easy when it’s time to punch your final card.”

Kim took the syringe into her hands, slipped her fingers into its metal loops, but rested the awful thing on her lap. Waited. She was waiting for the moment during which he died. Had she put something into his IV drip to slowly kill him? Was she going to smother him with a pillow?

“Nice speech, asshole. You’ve lived way past your expiration date. After all you’ve done—after all the things you’ve gone and done to people—I think you’re getting off easy. Real easy.”

“Yeah? How you gonna do me in, bitch?”

Click.

Kim’s tired face contorted. With painful slowness, accentuated by the exhaustion written all over her visage, she formed a wide smile.

Click. Whirr.

“I ain’t gonna do a damned thing. Your time’s up, you Rasputin son of a bitch. I have a friend who—well, let’s just say she just knows these things. You’re about to punch your final card—right about now.”

She checked her wristwatch—whether it was out of genuine curiosity or to emphasize her words did not matter. Gabriel felt the weight of time crushing down on him. In his mind, the clock’s arms ticked away, second by second, ever closer to his doom.

The door to the room opened and both their heads turned to behold the new arrival. Kim had whisked the syringe away into hiding, holding it inside her jacket, her entire fist buried in there in an uncomfortable position.

A nurse entered and walked around the bed. She placed a cup of water on the table next to Gabriel. In contrast to the bright and happy colors of her scrubs, the nurse’s head was just a cloud of shadows and tentacles. Despite her name tag identifying her as Beverly Winters, the demon’s name was Falmaghorr.

Kim couldn’t see it. Its power over human minds held true; the entity looked like a normal nurse to her. She even smiled at Gabriel’s servant before Falmaghorr left the room and left them alone again. He sensed his demonic servant’s presence hovering just outside, waiting for him to summon it to battle inside this tiny room.

To think that he, who had seen the rise and fall of empires, would be fighting for his life in such a tiny, sterile room.

Click.

He had no intention of letting this harlot easily take his blood.

“In one last act of defiance against nature, he hopes to transform into a woman,” Gabriel theorized. “Because only a woman can give birth, and only a woman can birth a new world. Is that the idea?”

Kim said nothing. She checked her wristwatch again. Pulled out the syringe.

“You’re out of your fucking minds,” he growled. He suppressed the urge to cough that came with it.

“Time to go, you old bastard.”

“Now,” he uttered, oozing with contempt.

The room’s door burst open and Falmaghorr stomped inside.

The white box exploded. A black fog roiled out from it, churning like oil on water, spreading like a flood, engulfing everything in a flash, continuing to gush out of what seemed to be a bottomless pit inside that tiny white box.

Not a cake emerged from it, but mouths. Eyes. Things that cackled, and gibbered, and gnashed their tiny little teeth. Falmaghorr was consumed within seconds, blood spraying all over the place.

Kim was bathed in blood and gore from the entity’s body being ripped to shreds, but leaning over Gabriel. He felt the needle only after it had ruptured the skin.

Even through the cacophony of alien voices, he could hear the sounds of the machines.

Click. Whirr.

Blood being drained. Kim getting one step closer to breaking the House wide open.

Gabriel screamed.

Even gods can die.

—Submitted by Wratts

[keyflight790]

2019 Fic Wrap-up

Hi all! This is more for my shitty memory, so I’m going to hide it all under the fold, but I wanted to do a little summary of the 45 (what???) fics, art and podfics I posted on A03 this year. Some of them are unrevealed, so they’re left off (erised, owlpost, mini-fest, etc) (heres my 2018 wrap-up!)

Total Word Count:  181k

Number of Fests: 12

Number of Stories/Art posted to AO3: 45 (including 5 arts & 2 podfics!)

Drarry: 24

Drarryville: 3

Neville/Others: 9

Ron/Draco: 3

Ginsy: 2

Other: 4

Most Kudos Fic: Tending the Flames 

Most Commented on Fic: I Just Want to be Fucking, Happy

Fic with the most Hits: Tending the Flames

Fic with the Highest Word Count: Risks Worth Taking

Fic I’m Most Proud of: Risks Worth Taking

Tumblr Drabbles: 

Drarry - Harry and Draco in class

Drarry - Daddy Potter & smol Draco

Veela!Neville

Drarry - Stockings

Drarry - Discord Drabble

Drarry - Royal AU

Drarry -  You’re enjoying this so much, aren’t you?

Drarryville - Flu

Drarry - Nobody knows you better

Drarry - thirsty Harry

Drarry - Poem

Drarry - Harry looks like sex

Drarry - Moving in

Silver trio - Nightmare

Drarryville - spoiling

Silver trio - alone

Fics

Drarry

General, Teen, Mature

Two Minutes - gifted to @hatsonhamburgers and based off of How I Met your Mother

Coffee Cup - gifted to @call-me-hopelesss - Coffee Shop AU

Fear - written for the @hpdarkarts My Bloody Valentine Minifest and was later podficced by smirkingcat!

Explicit - Top Harry

Catching the Niffler - written with @tsundanire for @bixgirl1 and it got amazing art!!! thanks @cheekytorah-laceybauthor!

Fake It til you Make It - favourite line - “It’s all pretend. Surely even you can pretend to be happy, Potter.” 

Risks worth Taking - written for the @hpconsentfest for @thirdeyeblinkings and theres a cat named Marzipan

Hook(up) - written for father @fantom-ftnoise and involves a hook and fucking off Ministry Time

Delay(ed) - I watched porn and then wrote it what even is my life now. Harry doms but bottoms in this one

Quite a Big Mission You've Got There - written for bixgirl1, I think I ran out of innuendos and I don’t care.

Explicit - Daddy Harry (all written for or with @mothermalfoy)

Feathers and Lace - the tinkling bells are one of my fav additions

Tending the Flames - i cant believe this is my most read fic ever, I wrote it in an afternoon. I’ve spent months on others 😂

Come On, Potter - Draco is such a shit when he’s horny

His Noble Love - written with @mothermalfoy, I haven’t written a full AU before, and really enjoyed this one (esp. protective knight Harry unfff)

Explicit - Top Draco

Dragontamer - written for @dewitty1 for her bday and the @dracotops-harry fest - 

I just want to be Fucking, Happy? - written for @lqtraintracks after binging several fics, fighting then fucking is my entire drarry aesthetic

Last Christmas (I gave you my cock) - written for the @wireless-festive-minifest and @tsundanire ‘s birthday, I came up with the title before I even started the fic

Explicit - No Top/Bottom

Bolt in the Darkness - Written for my first @hpdailydeviant and based off of lightning kink

Everything to Lose - written for the @hd-fan-fair and it has my fav pet so far, Niles the Knarl

Other

Dron - I wrote three Drons, all for @ohlookagaydraco! 

Checkmate - for the @rondracofest

Swallow it Down - ofc Ron has a food kink

Absolution - Draco has needs and Ron is able to help

Drarryville 

Sexting Station - @jeldenil wrote Sexting Central and was so gracious to let me respond

Get The Engine Running - and then we wrote some amazingness together!

Small Comforts - based off of @upthehillart ‘s artwork with trans!harry for the @growing-neville fest and one of my biggest accomplishments of the year for sure

Herbtamer

Cups and Swords for @awesomedig - they write such amazing herbtamer, and I was so excited to write this pairing for them

Tugging on My Heart(strings) for @buttertyrant for the rarepairshorts summer fest - and has CARDIGAN KINK which, I mean...so Nev.

Dreville - The Sun, The Heat - written for @dreville, who shares my love for Neville and Draco

Neville/Luna/Rolf - Fire and Ice - written for @hpdailydeviant and I did a ton of research on how candles are made - all which was irrelevant to the fic

Harry/all the other Gryffindors - Dare for a Lion - for @malenkayacherepakha -Dom!Neville and Ron being all wide eyed and Harry feeling safe, and I just love how comfy these boys are together tbh. There’s a part II coming in February, so...get excited!

Silver Trio - Looking Forward To - written for the @chubbynevillefest I have a real soft spot for these three

Ginsy - Let Me - gifted to @fleetofshippyships and theres an entire 3k more that I need to flush out and finish

Neville/Minerva McGonagall - Darling - written for the @hpdaddyfest and feels like the best/worst fic Ive written all year - it was definitely a guilty pleasure of mine to write these two, but I don’t know if I’ll have the courage to do it again.

Foam Friends

Flonks - Protection Detail by nachodiablo for the @hpwlwbigbang - I made a gif and finally it worked...I think.

Ginsy - Single and Snacking in Phoenix, AZ by @violetclarity for the @hpwlwbigbang - Ginsy flies!!!

Jeddy - Blind Adventure for @shiftylinguini who I admire through foam so often

Podfics - my first year doing these!

Drarry - Thursday Mornings 

Herbtamer - The Gladdest Thing Under the Sun by @tackytigerfic

This list doesn’t include the 5 or so fics that are still anon.

Thanks for checking out my year in review! Consider yourself tagged if I’ve tagged you in this, or if you’ve made it down this far!!! Happy Christmas everyone!

[blackgirlblues]

Being A Black Girl: And Chasing Your Dreams.. Yikes.

Hi, 

It’s me, your resident black girl back with some new shit to rant about. I’ve been posting a few screenshots of short poems and paragraphs I’ve been writing on my phone as a way to heal and get over Capricorn boy from my last post on here and I see you guys like and reblog. Thank you for showing love, although it makes me sad that so many of you seem to be going through the same range of emotions I am. I’m sorry. 

I know it’s a lonely place to be in. 

But, on the bright side, I’ve got a lot of new followers joining the diary/manual/rant page that is blackgirlology and it’s nice cause I think it’s becoming a little bit of a community. So, in a way, were never really going through any of these emotions alone. If you’ve found this page-you’re part of a community. Bask in it. 

Anyways, that aside, a lot has happened since I last spoke to you. I don’t know if any of you may remember, and for some new people this will be a surprise. But I’m actually a singer songwriter from Ireland. Moved to London a year and a half ago to pursue my music dream and that’s how I met Capricorn boy whos been the source of all my poems. 

Throughout this time in between, I’ve been trying to chase my dreams, and chase them relentlessly. and this summer i did just that, let me tell you, what im about to tell you guys, is to put it simply, wild. I’ll just cut to the chase. 

It all started in July. I’d been in London for quite a long time now, over a year and now have a manager who’s my best friend first and foremost. We’ll call her Maya. I met her in my first week of moving to London in the student halls I was staying at and we became best friends pretty quick. She studies music business, so it made sense and she just naturally ended up taking up the role as my music manager. Shes seen everything. The songs I wrote about Capricorn boy, the tears, everything. And she saw everything this summer. 

I saw an ad for a record label opportunity in London. It was advertised on my university facebook page; a new indie label, looking for demo submissions for a competition they were setting up to find their new signee. I sent a screenshot to Maya who agreed I should send my stuff in. I did, they liked it, I got a meeting, we were sent terms and conditions for the competition. We signed it, the rest was supposed to be history. 

Big yikes. 

There’s so many layers to this story that I will be shortening it, just because it can get very draining for me to talk about or even write about. I’ve healed from it i think, but I still want to put it here and write it about to finally close that chapter and be done with my feelings about what happened to me and my music. 

Basically, the whole competition, the record label, the dickhead CEO, it was all a scam. I had accidentally signed away the master rights to my new song to a record label started by a fake CEO who was committing fraud and known for tricking young artists into handing over their master rights so he could profit off of them, for power. 

It was a mess. Another contestant told me and Maya when we were outside of their office. Just minutes before we were under the impression that I was doing an interview for Billboard Magazine. Honestly, I never truly believed it. Shit was too good to be true. 

But she told us everything. How he was actually a run away from Spain, where he was caught and exposed for doing the exact same thing to artists there, how he didn’t have any money to fund the competition he had somehow roped all of us into, how he was illegally avoiding paying his team, how none of the creatives we had collaborated with for photoshoots etc were paid, how everything was a lie, how he didnt have any connections, and how he was trying to convince me specifically to sign a 360 deal with his label. 

Which, guys, I’m not stupid. After the first week of being with the label for the competition and letting my song live through their disastrous marketing campaign, Maya and I long decided that regardless of what they said, I would not under any circumstances be signing anything with any entity of their company. 

After being told the truth, I had to sit down. You see, when I came across this opportunity, I thought this was finally the life I’d been manifesting coming true. I had begun to grow in my spirituality and start journaling, writing down my manifestations, and getting to work with a record label who would later offer me a fair contract before I turn 20 was one of the manifestations I had written down every night before I went to bed. However, what I’d gotten was the exact opposite. 

I remember, me, Maya, and 2 of the girls from the competition all stood around in a circle outside of their new office that the CEO also hadnt paid for wondering what our next move would be with this new information. There was still 2 other contestants inside who had no idea what was really going on was an elaborate scam. One of them wanted to go in and expose them on the spot. I said no, we had to go in and pretend like everything was normal until we figured out what to do afterwards. 

So in I went, plastering the fakest smile on my face and pretended like I still thought I was about to be speaking with Billboard Magazine. Once I got out, I broke down in Maya’s arms. 

I went home to my flatmates, Ellie and Bea and cried for hours before I had to go work a 7 hour shift at a pizza place. 

I stayed in bed, and cried, and cried. and cried again. I didn’t get out of bed unless I needed too. The only people I talked too were my flatmates E and B and Maya. 

Everything was sorted out eventually, a lot more happened, but as I’ve been writing this article for you guys, I realised that all of that stuff is no longer relevant to my journey and isnt something I want to bring back into my energetic circle because I’ve made peace with the fact that a lot of people who betrayed me when I was at my lowest, peace with the fact that these contestants who wanted to “work together” to get out of this mess, actually wanted to save their own asses and leave me in the cold. 

But I still got out of it and I’m still here. 

I nearly got sued by a man with less than 20 pound to his company account online, but hey, I’m here.

I guess why I’m telling you guys this really short account of my summer is to both record it for myself but also to say its okay to flop, its okay to fail. I did both this summer. and thank god i did. it was the best thing that ever happened to me. 

following your dreams is scary, doing it as a black girl is terrifying because society has already kind of set you up to fail. there’s already misconceptions about what you do, who you are, where you come from and how good you’re going to be at what you do. its almost like we cant fail and we need to work 10 times harder to obtain half of what the average white person will get. and sometimes it can feel like we dont have any space to fail or make mistakes because of this but let me tell you thats not true. 

if anything, the universe will put you in places that will force you to grow through the mistakes you make. and thats exactly what happened to me this summer. 

i chased my dream so relentlessly i ended up in an environment i thought i manifested, i thought was good for me, only for the universe to show me that that specific environment i’d been wishing to be in is the furthest from what i need right now in my life. 

this so called failure showed me that not everybody who smiles can be trusted, and that people can be way more deceiving than i ever thought, especially when push comes to shove and they need to save themselves. you start to see the real them when it starts to get tense. the people who seem to be around you when you’re doing good will most likely dissapear when things start to go south, including some of your oldest friends. you will get radio silence on their end. be upset. cry. but after that be glad that this situation revealed their true colours. 

and then never put any more energy into them again. 

this failure showed me how fucking strong i am. how resilient and kind i am even in the face of disrespect and actual evil. it showed me how much i can care for someone who i believe is at a risk of losing it all, and showed me that this will not always be reciprocated. and for a while i thought that meant that i had to harden myself up and grow a shell. but i dont think so. i will not allow the things ive been through to make me into a hard person when i was born soft. i mean now, im a little rough around the edges, jagged enough to cut anyone who comes too close with some of that bad energy, but soft enough to hold myself tight and glue myself back together when i need to. soft enough to hold the people who held me this summer. soft enough to help people who i know deserve it. 

im a good person in a shitty world, i don’t need to match the world and become a shitty person to survive. 

after all of this happened, i stopped writing music. 

i haven’t written anything properly or produced anything in months and sometimes i get worried that ive completely lost my talent. but thats another thing that this failure taught me, i can never truly lose whats meant to be mine. i know that i was put on this earth to create change, to inspire, to be an activist and a voice for people who dont have one. i know i was put here to do it through a creative medium and right now i still think that is music. 

i think i just need to stop being so scared to start again, to learn my craft again.

i used to be so scared of failure but now i am so thankful for it and the lessons its taught me. i had so much hurt and pain and hatred in my heart for the universe for, in my head, doing this to me. but then i realised that the universe never does anything to you, it does it for you. all of this happened in my best interest and while i definitely didnt understand at the time, i get it now.

thank you universe for the worst summer of my life. 

and my black ass will be continuing to chase my dreams relentlessly, failing, tripping and falling on my ass until i get to the very top. 

besides, if everything had just gone right, that wouldnt have been very interesting, would it?

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

I love your stories! Can we get an updated masterlist? I want to read all your stories!

Here ya go! Thanks for reading! 

last conversation

Part I of [reasons to survive]

Summary: Three months after they took down the delta, Clementine finds Louis out in the cold trying to pay his respects and talk to Marlon.

Read Here | AO3 | Wattpad | FF.net

pillows and thunderstorms

Part II of [reasons to survive]

Summary: A horrible thunderstorm is a perfect opportunity for another date, but Clementine had expected candlelight, or maybe some soft music, but this… is neither of those things. She’s definitely not complaining, though.

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good riddance

Part III of [reasons to survive]

Summary: Louis knows it’s not real, just another nightmare. That doesn’t make it feel any less horrifying.

Read Here | AO3 | FF.net | Wattpad

with you

Part IV of [reasons to survive]

Summary: Clementine pops the question, Louis has nightmares, Violet’s angsty, Mitch doesn’t know how to handle gross feelings, Ruby’s a goddamn sweetheart, Willy doesn’t know how to knock, Aasim can’t dance, and James is here, too. Nothing like a wedding to bring this family together.

Part I| Part II |Part III| Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Read on AO3 | Read on Wattpad | Read on FF.net

write to me

Requested one-shot

Summary: “You can’t change what happened, Clementine,” Lee’s frown deepens as he eyes her. “It’s okay to feel like this. Hell, I don’t think you’d be human if you didn’t. But, blaming yourself, and blaming Tenn, doesn’t change the fact that he’s gone. And you can’t be mad at him for saving Tenn’s life. That’s not fair, not to yourself, not to Tenn, and definitely not fair to Louis.”

Read here | AO3 | FF.net | Wattpad

no more wasted opportunities

Based on Louis’ friendship route.

Summary: “Friends are all we’ve got, and I’m glad we have each other.” She believed those words to be true; Louis is her friend. Aside from AJ, he’s the one person she’d deem her best friend within the walls of this school. However, to say her feelings halted there behind the line of friendship would be a lie.

Read Here |  AO3 | FF.net | Wattpad

confessions and constellations

Is it lousim? Or rusim?

Summary: AJ finds a crumpled up piece of paper with a poem on it. Not understanding what it means, he shows it to Clem. It seems that the two of them have a mystery on their hands. They know who wrote it, but… who is the poem about?

AO3

it’s fine

Written prior to ep3.

Summary: During a game of war, Louis reveals the reason he was sent to Ericson.

AO3 | FF.net

in the stars

Based off an ask.

Summary: Clementine didn’t see it happen. But she heard it.

AO3 | FF.net

when he smiled

The first fic I ever wrote for the fandom [aka me testing the waters of writing these characters so take that as you will]

Summary: “ …And when Lily’s knife finally plunged deep into Louis’ shoulder and he let out an anguished cry, Clem saw red.She couldn’t remember the seething scream that bubbled from her lungs or yanking the used arrow from a walkers head and aiming, but before she could even think, the arrow shot through the side of the woman’s neck with a sickening sound…” Louis is horribly wounded after the defeat of the raiders.

AO3

[petersshirts]

Doubts | Bucky Barnes

summary: when doubts start to fill your mind, bucky is there for you

warnings: crying

words: 1,7 k

A/N: Well, I know I know, I’M BACK!! (hopefully for good :)) this is a little thing I’ve written, hoping you all like this! as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! xx I wrote this to get over the pain that is Avengers endgame, if anybody wanna come to talk to me about it, hit me up!

The rain was pouring down outside while you stared at your computer screen, trying to find the right words to say. It had been nearly month since writer block hit you and since then, there hadn’t been one single word that you wrote down. And that wasn’t a good thing when you were an author who depended on their own words.

You sighed and hid your face in your hands, trying to find any ideas in your mind. But there were absolutely none. Not even a dialogue. Nothing.

For the past month, you had felt completely lost - normally, you were writing a few pages a day for your book idea but when you finally finished your first ever book, your brain was completely empty. And you felt like you were going completely insane. There was only one person that could tell you that everything would be fine.

„Hey, Doll, you alright?“ You looked up t the voice of your fiancee, a steaming mug in his hand and a worried smile on his lips. You tried to smile at him, trying to tell him that everything was fine but before you knew it, tears started to run down your face. Bucky frowned and put the mug on the table before lowering himself down in front of you and grabbed your face softly. He caressed your cheek, just watching you cry, knowing that you needed to let it out all out before you could tell him what was going on.

After five minutes, the tears finally stopped and you could look Bucky in the eyes. He just watched you carefully - he had never been someone that pushed you when things got rough. He knew that you were quite sensitive in situations like these.

„I’m a bad writer.“ Buckys’ eyes widened when he heard those words coming out of your mouth. You just stared at the ground, feeling completely worthless. Bucky grabbed your hand to get your attention and you slowly looked up, knowing that he had a completely different opinion.

„Don’t ever say that. You’re a fantastic writer, I love your work.“ His voice was steady and sure because Bucky was telling the truth - he loved reading everything you wrote, even if it was just a little poem you wrote in two minutes. Your words always seemed to get him.

But you just shook your head, knowing that he would say that. But he didn’t know what was going on in your mind - for the last few weeks, you didn’t tell him about your writers’ block. Bucky had been really busy with work at the Avengers tower and missions all around the world. He was always exhausted when he came home and you didn’t want to put another burden on him.

Suddenly, Bucky lifted you up and carried you into your shared living room to sit you down onto the couch. He grabbed a blanket and sat down right next to you, the worried look still evident.

„Tell me what’s wrong.“ And when he talked in that voice, you just couldn’t say no. So you told him about your struggle with finding any ideas to start another story. You told him about all the restless nights where you just couldn’t sleep because you wanted to find an idea, but there was just nothing. Bucky just listened and tried to understand your side. He hated it when you were upset - it always made him feel completely helpless.

After ten minutes, you stopped talking. And even though you should feel better by talking about your feelings, it felt even worse. It was like you were in a big black hole and there was absolutely no way out.

„Honey, don’t worry about it.“ Buckys’ voice brought you out of your trance and you looked up to your boyfriend who smiled at you. „It’s completely normal to stop sometimes. Your brain needs a pause from all this thinking and I promise you that after that, it will be back on track. You just need to get out of this room for a few days and do something completely different. And I have an idea.“ You raised an eyebrow, not sure what your fiancee meant.

But Bucky just jumped up and walked back to your bedroom without comment. You just waited there, too worn out to follow him. A few minutes later, Bucky came back with a bag in his hand and a big smile on his lips. He tossed you his leather jacket you loved so much and walked to the door to get his shoes.

You just followed him like a lost dog, completely confused. Bucky locked the door behind you and grabbed your hand to lead you to his motorbike. You had never really liked the loud engine, but the glow in Buckys’ eyes told you how much he loved to drive it, so you didn’t say anything about it.

The rain had finally stopped but there was a chill in the air. Bucky closed your jacket and kissed your nose softly before he helped you on the bike. The loud roaring of the motor filled the air and you laid your head on Buckys’ back and closed your eyes.

Your head was still screaming at you to head back to your laptop and write something down, but you knew that Bucky was right. The longer you sat in front of that screen, the more frustrated you would get. And there was no inspiration coming from just watching Youtube Videos or something else. You needed to find a place to get lost with your favourite man.

While Bucky was driving, you fell asleep and only awoke when your pillow moved, indicating that you must be at your destination.

„Boo, wake up.“ Buckys’ voice was close to your ear and you just mumbled something, not ready to return to the real world just yet. But you opened your eyes after a few seconds, only to look right into Buckys’ blue eyes. Damn, how did you get so lucky?

Your fiancee helped you climb down from the bike and turned, trying to find out where you were. You stood in front of a small white house that looked old but well taken care of and you could hear the crash of the waves in the distance.

This was the complete opposite of Brooklyn - there were no people o the street talking to their phones or honking from all the cars stuck in traffic. It was just - calm. Bucky just watched you taking it all in, hoping that this was exactly what you needed.

„Do you wanna go in?“ Bucky looked at the house and you just nodded, wishing that you could stay here for a very long time. Bucky took your hand and opened the door with a key you had never seen before. Who did this belong to??

„Why do you have the keys to such a beautiful house?“ Bucky turned back towards you with a grin. „Because it’s mine.“ And with that, he opened the door and let you in. The house was as beautiful from the inside as from the outside. Everything was clean and very simple but still modern. Everything was beach-themed and when you reached the living room, you sucked in a breath at the view.

The ocean was only around 50 metres away and even in the house, you could hear the soft sounds of the ocean. You just stared at the view, your mouth wide open. How could Bucky afford something like this? And why did he never mention that he owned a beach house??

You walked back to the bedroom where you found Bucky with a picture frame in his hand. He didn’t even flinch when you came up beside him to see him looking at a picture from his family. He had shown you a few pictures before so you immediately recognised his beautiful mother and his handsome father. And then, there was a little James Barnes and his sister, holding hands and grinning into the camera. And in the background, there was the house you were standing in. You finally understood.

„This house belonged to your family?“ It was hard not to start crying, knowing how much this meant to him. Bucky just nodded and put the frame back next to the bed and turned around towards you.

„My father never sold the house and when I finally found the address and came here, I hired a company to renovate it. But before now, I never really had a chance or reason to come here but with you being so sad, I had to show you this place.“ You grabbed his hands and squeezed, showing him that you knew how he felt.

„It so beautiful, Bucky. I can’t wait to spend my summers here with you. And maybe with some kids.“ The beaming smile he sent you told you everything you needed to know. That this was only one of many many times you would come to the beach house and just enjoy the time away from the city.

For the rest of the day, the two of you bought some food from the local supermarket and walked down the beach, the only sounds the waves crashing and wind in your ears. Unusual happiness had settled in your stomach, causing you to smile all day. It had been such a long time since you didn’t think about your work and just the moment you were in, right here with Bucky.

And when you laid down in bed that night, Bucky showering you in loving kisses, you knew that you had chosen the right guy. The guy who would do anything for you in doubt, and you would just do the same.

And while you slept in Buckys’ embrace, new ideas started to fill your mind.

Please let me know what you think!

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[divinesleft-a]

rules: tag  ( roughly ) ten followers you want to know better !

tagged by: stole it from @champions-folly (thank u) agging:  steal it from me!

name:  georgia star sign: aquarius height:  5′something, i have no idea, maybe 5′5? middle name ?  i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it

put your itunes on shuffle. what are the first 6 songs that popped up?

forever... (is a long time) - halsey

you should be sad - halsey

leave it alone - hayley williams

dead weight - pvris

to be alone with you - sufjan stevens

things are better - pvris

grab one book nearest to you and turn to page 23. what’s line 17? “special attacks: constrict (1d8+7), entangle” assassin vine in my pathfinder bestiary ajldkankjd exposed ever had a poem or a song written about you?  not as far as i’m aware when was the last time you played air guitar? i do it legit all the time when i’m too lazy to get my guitar out

what’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

hate: the scraping of cutlery against plates aaaaaaaa

love: genuinely love the sound of a theremin

do you believe in ghosts ? ya how about aliens ?  my guy, they landed near my home when i was a kid 

do you drive ? kinda, still haven’t taken my test but i drive everywhere if so, have you ever crashed ?  funny story, i crashed my scooter when i first took the test on it when i was sixteen.

what was the last book you read ? last real book was probably something by brian cox, but i read pathfinder books a lot what was the last movie you saw ?  ratatouille what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had ?  whatever i did to my shoulder a few months ago and is still hanging around, owie. do you have any obsessions right now ? dragon age, trying to write my pathfinder campaign, saints row (reignited after the announcement today)

do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? it depends how long ago the wrong-doing was. if it was when i was a lot younger, then i’ll tend to forgive more openly, especially if it was petty teenage drama. but if the hurt is still fresh? then yeah i won’t hold a grudge but i won’t really forgive either.

in a relationship?  ive been married to @korcariapostate / @ofgildedmuses for a little over a year!!!

[jinjin]

about tag

subjecting you all to info abt me complain to @staff for not having mobile read mores. tb @shrekstax that hurt to type

Name: gina

Birth year: 1998...

Sign: ♍️ virgo ♍️

Height: 5'2 on a good day

Put your playlist on shuffle and name the first 4 songs

music to walk home by / tame impala, 12 / the 1975, one point perspective/arctic monkeys, future/paramore wow this is edgy

Grab the nearest book, turn to page 23, what’s the 17th line? the only book i have rn is my math modeling notebook. wanna learn about inverse iterations?

Ever had a song or poem written about you? naw

When was the last time you played air guitar? uhh i played real guitar like 2 days ago.....?

Celebrity crushes? I’m like attracted to anybody and everybody uhh i guess my biases. and like some actors .. like michael b jordan .. gong yoo.. kristen stewart.. aubrey plaza.....

What’s the sound you love/hate? love: dark sounding r&b music hate: i hate when people hum along to songs they don’t know. specific i know

Do you believe in ghosts? nope

Do you believe in aliens? yup

Do you drive? And if yes, have you ever crashed? nope im useless!

What’s the last book you read? Not Applicable

Do you love the smell of gasoline? ?? no

Last movie you saw? uuuuuhhhhhhhhhh i think black panther like a few months ago

Do you have obsessions right now? rn.. school? i mean i really do nothing other than school and hang out w friends i dont even go on tumblr tht much . Oh ive been wanting to get a stick n poke so ive been looking at those

Do you tend to hold grudges? not rly

Are you in a relationship right now? nooope

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Because I’m selfish could you do a shipping me with members thing? I’m short, half Greek and Scottish but raised in Australia (yes, I do have an accent) I have really long brown hair and hazel eyes, and I play bass and sing. I love to read and write, and I almost always have headphones on and music blasting. I also am a drama student and I love to act. Thank you so much xxxxx Love your blog btw.

hi! don’t feel selfish for this, i’mma keep it real with you pal - i have asked for several ships before nO SHAME

anyways, in relation to BoRhap - I ship you with Gwilym!!! At first I was going to say Joe, but I think I see you meshing with Gwilym really well:

When Gwilym got cast as Brian in BoRhap, you were the first one he called. First, to break the news. Second, to ask you for a little help brushing up on his skills. He knew you played bass, and it wasn’t exactly lead guitar, but he still wanted to know all of your little tips and pointers in case there was something he could use when he finally met Brian.

In fact, he came over the next day with his guitar, already ready to learn. You were happy to oblige, but you admitted to him early on that you didn’t exactly know how well you’d be able to translate your bass-centered ideas to the guitar.

“What’s different about the two?” he’d asked, seated across from you and leaning forward over his guitar, genuinely interested in what you had to say. He considered you a great mind on the subject.

“Well, the mechanics are similar, you know, as far as that goes, but the fingerings aren’t going to be the same…” you rambled on for a minute, Gwil transfixed by everything you were saying.

After you were done speaking, he’d grinned at you proudly. “You’re brilliant, love.”

He calls you brilliant a lot, actually. It’s his favorite thing to say to you, because of the way your eyes light up when he says it. They are already brimming with all kinds of energy, but after he calls you brilliant - that’s when he’s the most captivated.

You heard that word - brilliant - coming out of his mouth the most often when he was reading over your latest writing, no matter what style it was. Poetry, prose, he loved it all. 

“Can I keep this one?” he’d asked one time, holding up a piece of prose you’d written specifically about him. You grinned and took it back from him, looking over it for a moment.

“What’s so special about this one?” you’d asked as you sat back on the bed, preferring the poem you’d written about him a few months ago much more than this piece. But boy, did he have an answer for you. In fact, you’d never heard someone speak as passionately about something as Gwil would once he got going.

He stood up and gave you a 10 minute speech about why he thought you should let him keep that short story, introduction, body, and conclusion to the speech all included.

“So, can I?” he’d asked after a moment of you sitting there, dumbfounded. He gave you a toothy smile as he sat back down next to you.

“You were definitely born to be an actor,” you mumbled, handing the prose to him and shaking your head in disbelief at how much he’d fought for those two pages of writing. That’d gotten a chuckle out of him, and he peppered the side of your face with kisses before happily taking the story back.

Speaking of acting, Gwil LOVED coming to your performances. He took a whole week off of filming once just so he could see every night of your theater company’s Anything Goes. 

He’d posted a big long paragraph about your performance after opening night, telling all of his loyal followers how brilliant you had been, and how proud he was of you. And, of course, he’d put some sentences in there about how much he loved you and loved going on this journey with you.

And then Joe commented “-Bri” just to make fun of how eerily alike Gwil was to his elder double. Classic Joe.

Now, if we’re talking Queen, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I really think I ship you with Roger - HEAR ME OUT, I have some (probably weak) reasons:

The reason I think you’d caught Roger’s eye before any of the other boys is because of your accent - he’d latched onto it almost immediately after hearing you speaking to Deacon, who had hired you as a bass tech. You were both eagerly discussing some kind of system that Roger hadn’t a clue about, but your voice was like a drug to him.

He’d made a point of inserting himself into the conversation, introducing himself and chastising John a bit.

“How come I haven’t met your friend here sooner?” Roger scolded John playfully, John just laughing and shaking his head.

“This is Y/N, she’s my new tech. I figured I’d introduce her to the most sane members of the band first, but first I have to figure out who those are.”

You’d laughed at that, particularly because of the mock hurt on Roger’s face before he’d reached out to shake your hand, you introducing yourself this time.

“That accent,” he’d had to point out, letting go of your hand, “Where is it from?”

“Australia. What about yours?” you’d countered, noticing a bit of a different lilt to his words than John’s.

Roger scoffed at that, shrugging. “Cornwall. Exciting stuff, eh?”

After that day, he’d always find reasons to come and talk to you, sometimes the reason being no better than him wanting to hear your accent.

The day Roger realized he actually might fancy you was when he’d noticed you writing on one of the off days and asked to see a sneak peek of what you were doing. Roger loved writing songs, and wondered if you had any good material.

You did. In fact, he was thoroughly impressed by your work, and spent the rest of the day work-shopping with you, which spilled over into a late night coffee run before it was time to go hop on the bus to head to the next tour stop.

You were in the coffee shop, talking about what Queen had coming up after this tour, when Roger had redirected the conversation.

“You know, I’ve never asked, what did you study back home?” he’d inquired, curious to see what kind of person you were. He’d pegged you as some sort of major similar to John based on your identical knowledge of his bass, so he was pleasantly surprised when you revealed that you were a drama student. “An actor, huh? That must be why you’re so seemingly interested in all of Brian’s stories. God, explains so much now.”

You had to laugh at that, shaking your head. “No, no, Brian actually has some good stories and knows how to tell them. Now you, on the other hand…” you’d trailed off, Roger recoiling in slight insult at what you’d suggested. 

Someone who could keep up with his humor and insult him while they were at it? You were growing on him quickly.

One thing he always really enjoyed doing once you grew more comfortable around him was (carefully) taking your headphones and listening to a little bit of whatever you were currently listening to.

At first, it annoyed you a bit, but when you realized he was genuinely wanting to pick up on some of your music taste, you allowed it to happen with little to no issue. 

Also, he’d started slipping you song recommendations on tapes of his, labeling them cute things and drawing little smiley faces on them. Though it was difficult to understand his scrawlings sometimes, you cherished those tapes.

While we’re talking about songs, Roger liked to hear you sing. One time, you were trying to explain a part of the song where you thought Deacon wasn’t getting a good sound out of his bass to another tech, and you started singing the chorus part where it started sounding off.

Roger was, for lack of better words, shook.

Like, he loved your voice.

So, clever little gentleman he is, he found a way to start getting you to sing around him more by pretending to hear issues with the bass in the songs they’d play during their sets.

“It was like, it was muted during the last part of the second chorus, you know?” he’d said one time, working his way into it nonchalantly. “Like, the part where, you know, Fred goes, ‘and I love the things…’“ he’d trailed off, pretending not to remember the next part.

You thought for a moment, then you sang in a soft voice just to clarify.  “And I love the things, I really love the things that you do, oh, you’re my best friend? That part?”

“Yeah, yeah!” he’d say, smiling and pointing at you like you were a genius for remembering the simplest lyrics in the whole set.

You caught on after a few times of false alarms from him, but you let him keep believing that he had you right where he wanted you. It was honestly really cute that he’d go through so much work to hear you sing, even if he didn’t necessarily need to try that hard.

(But don’t tell him that, for God’s sake.)