#this is a shitty summary

[lilyofthevalleyys]

okokokok so i just had an idea

so i’m gonna use rosekiller as an example for this

so regulus is deaf and barty is his sign language interpreter. and regulus is set on getting barty a partner because he’s tired of hearing barty complain about being single.

they’re in a coffee shop (or some other place) and evan is the barista. and from barty’s blush and fumbling, he finds evan hot. so regulus starts signing/flirting with evan but guess what. it’s barty who has to translate everything.

this does provide some miscommunication but regulus successfully writes evan a message about what he’s doing.

on the other hand, barty thoroughly enjoys flirting with james on regulus’ behalf :D

[mail-me-a-snail]

⋆˚࿔ 2024 in art + honorable mentions !! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ⋆˚࿔

wauwie what a year, what a year...i came to terms with being aromantic/aroace, made plenty of new and wonderful friends, got to enjoy art a whole lot more... its kind of fun to see how i started the year out with either very few colors or monochromatic art and i ended it with full color peices !!

i dont like how medic shows up three times in this. or how two of three of the honorable mentions are of him also. goddamn.

[gladoswantscake]

An Eternity with You - Dracula x Reader (DBD)

Summary: There's only pessimism if you were taken into a realm of lifelong suffering.

Warnings: Psychological distress/trauma, blood, gore, horror

Available on AO3

The hacking, slashings, stabbings, and murder never stopped. Every time your body was pierced with those hooks or killed by the killer's hand; you prayed to whatever deity existed to put you out of your misery for good. But alas, you always wake up back at the campfire.  You were unwillingly taken by the Entity; taken into a realm of endless pain and suffering and stuck in sick games of nothing but pure torment. You dreaded going back to that campfire. It never led to anything new. You never came to terms that this was your new life, and you were never going to see your home again.

You could hardly close your eyes to rest without visions of murder entering your mind or the paranoiac-piercing screams messing with your eardrums. Streaks of your hair were becoming white from the great amounts of trauma, and bags under your eyes took effect from the lack of sleep.

The other survivors you've met had been here longer than you, but they never grew used to it, either. You never truly wanted to die so badly till now.

But then something happened during the times you served your trials.

Your chest grew heavy when there were no sounds of generators being repaired, or a teammate calling out in need of assistance. The air was silent and heavy as you explored the trial. The clicking of your footsteps only gave sound to the dead air. Fog entangled your legs with a step towards a sign of any life within the trial. In the midst of the fog, a silhouette laying on the ground could be faintly seen from a distance. As you approach further, you realize it was one of your teammates with their neck torn open. A small pool of blood lays underneath your dead teammate and soaked into their clothing. Upon further examining the body, the hole in their neck looked as if an animal had done it. Their eyes remained open; a hint of expression of fear remained on their face. It was almost as if they were begging you for help.

Quickly and quietly your teammates were being killed without you realizing. Was it just them or all the others?

"I apologize for leaving a mess for you to see. It wasn't very chivalrous of me." A deep voice startles you from behind causing you to whip your head around to see a rather tall man.

The Dark Lord, or Dracula that some of your fellow survivors refer to him as. Word of mouth went around the campfire that he was a vampire. He held no mercy for anyone who had a beating heart. Except for you. The first impression wasn't the best. You found him towering over you as you cowered beneath after watching him toss your teammate's dead body to the side after draining every drop of blood from them. 

For the longest time, he's felt his dead heartstrings being pulled. He wasn't sure what caused him to feel this way. Maybe if he was not feasting on your dead teammate, he would have looked less frightening.

He's grown obsessed with you since the day he spared you.

He takes his time walking up to you, wiping the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand in the process. "I was afraid I wasn't going to see you again." His hand reaches for your face with a clawed thumb to wipe a streak of blood splattered on your cheek from healing a teammate earlier.

"Is there ever a time you haven't?"

He smiles at your response. "Not quite. But it has been lonely these past several trials without seeing your face."

Every time you entered his realm, Dracula always saved you for last. Killing off your teammates as fast as possible then finding you. He couldn't have any of your teammates spoiling anything between the two of you. After killing off your teammates, he would take his precious time stalking you from a distance in his wolf form. His dead heart always skipped a beat whenever he found you wandering alone with no one to get in his way.

"I can tell." 

His fingers feather down to your arm until stopping when he notices discoloration on your skin. He pulls your wrist towards him examining a red swollen area with scrapes. The color was slowly bruising into a purplish red. His thumb gently glazes over the scratches allowing his cold touch to calm down the swelling for a bit finally.

"It's nothing. I fell." You reassure.

"My dear, you should be more careful. I'd hate for something so delicate to get into harm's reach."

"If I had a flashlight that lasted longer than ten seconds, I would have been able to see."

"Rather than relying on something so worthless, you should find something that'll do you good."

"Is that your way of saying I want to spend more time with you?"

"Of course. I enjoy indulging in conversations with you." He leans into your face, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Not only that, but I also enjoy feeling your warm skin under my hands and hearing the rhythmic pulse underneath your skin." His warm metallic breath hits your face. "It's so rapturous. Wouldn't you agree my dear?"

"I suppose it's better than death." You wince.

It took some time to warm up to him.

The Entity eventually notices the strange behavior of Dracula. He was unable to fulfill his duty because of you. No matter how much the Entity craved and demanded the survivor's flesh and blood he couldn't do it. He could never conjure enough courage to sacrifice you. It decided to remove you from the trials that involved him for it to be satisfied with its sacrifices. He grew angry upon hearing the news, but the Entity didn't care. If it wanted sacrifices, it was going to make sure it got what it wanted.

Now he finds himself in his castle away from the other killers—sitting alone in his throne room staring off into the distance, sulking in his thoughts. He had no regret being taken into the Entity's realm at first; it felt like paradise, but now he's beginning to have second thoughts. He grew madly in love with you that's why. He wanted to take you away from a place that's done you no good. He wanted to spend an eternity with you. If only he could.

Quiet clicking sounds from a distance pull him from his thoughts. He turned his head to where the sound was coming from and there you were just a few feet from where he sat.

If only he saw how his face beamed at the sight of seeing you again. He rushes to you. "I'd never thought I would ever see you again." His clawed fingers stretched outward feeling your hair as his thumbs stroked your cheeks; feeling the warmth that once sought comfort to him "I pray your suffering has not been too utmost for how long I've been away from you."

"Nothing has changed. I hate it so much."

"I'm sorry how things have-"

"I missed you. So. Much." Your voice cracks upon interrupting. He stares down at you as you try to keep your composure. You look away from him to hide your frustrated tears. "I wish I didn't have to go back."

"Please don't grieve." He lifts your face. "No matter what happens, I will always be here waiting for you. And one day there will be no more suffering. I promise you."

Despite you suffering eternal damnation in the Entity's realm; to Dracula, in a certain way he has gotten the happy ending.

An eternity with you.

[phantomrose96]

These tags are taking me out

Screaming crying resisting the urge to write a 10 question reading-comprehension quiz every time I post a story

[ahappydnp]

from all the new phannies in your ask box and on twitter I truly do not believe their subscription count is not going up I think youtube glitched them

oh yeah youtube is deffo glitching there's no way they haven't lost/gained a single subscriber in months

[3142-redgrave-avenue]

I CANT FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE THEY MADE HIM TIKTOK ANIME BOY BAIT. HE IS NOT A DUMB HIMBO THAT CAN’T DO MATH. HIS PERSONALITY IS NOT ALL SMOOTH TALKING FLIRTY WHITE HAIRED GUY WITH A SMIRK. IF HE LOST TO DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION HE WOULD NOT PASS OUT FROM THE SHOCK OF LOSING. HE’D PROBABLY JUST GO: “Aw man.” OR PUNCH THE MACHINE DEPENDING ON WHERE IN THE TIMELINE THAT IS.

THEY MADE HIM INTO A MARKETABLE TIKTOK ANIME BOY AND THATS HOW PEOPLE PERCEIVE HIM

[boycottxxlove]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: My Chemical Romance, Stigmata (1999) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Frank Iero/Gerard Way Characters: Frank Iero, Mikey Way, Gerard Way, Ray Toro, Bob Bryar, Brian Schechter, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Religious, Religious Themes & References, Christianity, Catholic Character, Torture, Blood, Psychological Trauma, Tattoos, Alternate Universe - Career, Pining, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Friendship, Alternate Universe - Movie Fusion Series: Part 1 of Unholyverse Summary:

“He thinks I have stigmata,” Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn’t get any worse. He might as well just lay it out.

“Oh, well,” said Brian into his hands. “Of course.”

of course the first fic i recommend has to be unholyverse!!

i read the first part of this series over an about week-and-a-half span i was busy okay? and absolutely loved it, i totally understand why it’s so popular. amazing writing style, 3d characters, stellar plot, i might even go watch the movie it was inspired by after this

i definitely recommend for...basically anybody who likes longer fics with non-romantic leading plots. it did have a lot of horror aspects to it, however not so much that i think it would be upsetting or disturbing toward people who don’t like that stuff UNLESS!! you have issues with excessive blood and violence (kinda??) or psychological trauma

also some really cool character interactions, i am like, so in love with the way Bexless wrote all the relationships in this story + the religious lore and shit was super cool. also there’s a little frerard slowburn sprinkled in :3

anyways, you should go read it. now

[cancercadaver]

abby and eddie parallels are driving me a LITTLE insane okay?? because like

in the episode where buck and abby's 'relationship' started, it started with buck asking the guy to reach out his hand, but he couldn't take it, and buck lost him.

now, in 8x11, buck asked the lady to give him her hand, and she took it. what could this mean for buck and eddies 'relationship?'

what are our thoughts on this totally platonic parallel?

[ronsenburg]

Unstoppable Force (my need for immediate feedback and validation) vs. Immovable Object (my desire to not spoil literally everything for the five people actually reading my fic)

[doodle-girl]

Forgot to post this before, but I guess "after 2025 is over" is still a good a time as any! [template source]

Damn, it's kinda crazy looking at the beginning of the year vs recent works. I've worked to something I'm genuinely so proud of, and I know I've still got a ways to go! We'll see what I create this year :]

[sunflxwqers]

what if you were 15-19 years old and the emperor, his accomplices, and an eugenicist cult arrange for everyone you know and love to die and the only survivors are you and your mom so you try to take revenge on him by working with the locals who also want revenge (and also half of them think you’re the messiah sent to save their planet) so the locals teach you their ways and how to sabotage the emperor’s accomplices which only cements their idea that you’re the messiah (plus your mother, who is now a holy figure, keeps telling everyone you are indeed the messiah so that’s not helping) and it works for a while but eventually you need to go south (even though you keep getting prophetic visions telling you NOT to go south or else there will be a war) so you begrudgingly go south and then you drink worm piss because the voices tell you to and now your mind is all fucked up and you can see the future n shit so by this point everyone (except for your ex girlfriend) is fully convinced you’re the messiah, an idea which you’ve apparently completely embraced (the reason why your girlfriend broke up with you) so of course now you go to the emperor’s palace with the locals your followers to take the throne and, (after you narrowly defeat his accomplice’s freaky nephew) congratulations, it worked, you’ve taken the throne and are surrounded by loyal followers who praise you (but never comfort you) ,who bow to you (but never touch you), also you started a holy war but dw everything is fine ! because you will lead everyone to paradise. so like what if that happened to you (and you weren’t even 20 btw)

[miharuhebinata]

you guys really weren't kidding about how fucking good lake mungo is

[hey-heigo]

one of the big draws for me when watching let's players is watching them achieve something. the progression of it. and even occasional setbacks are interesting because it demonstrates growth and suspense, and 'how're they gonna get out of this now?' but games that try to put in an excess of complex puzzles that aren't the draw, with no real defined goal beyond showing off story that's designed purely to sell, are just frustrating to watch...especially in the case of survival horror if it's a fast-paced sequence and big stakes and the player literally can't slow down and take it in without dying. like hey i get you wanna show off your awesome indie horror Lore while also holding tight onto that golden 'survival horror' selling point. but also. could you not stuff the escape key into a gordian's knot while Poopy Pissfuck is after me

[stormyrainyday]

hey!!! part 1 of the hearthfire and the snezhnayan sea is up on ao3 now for you to check out now !!

After fighting the Abyssal whale and fending off Fontaine's crisis, Childe is sent back home to his family to recover from his grievous injuries. There's only one problem: he left his Vision behind. With the Traveler in Natlan and Father busy with Fontaine's reconstruction, it's up to Lyney to return the Vision to its rightful owner– and maybe get to know the Harbinger a little better during his stay.

big thanks as always to @stars-shine-for-me for beta reading everyone say i love you zodi on the count of 3

[antigonewinchester]

No matter where Little Lord Fauntleroy opened and no matter the forecast, there were broken box office records and “standing room crowds.” It was a testament to the enduring popularity of the character, an aristocratic young boy created by author Frances Hodgson Burnett. Yet, curiously, even as men and women were racing through the rain to see the production, there was backlash building. Little Lord Fauntleroy not only entered the slang lexicon as an insult, but inspired a panic among certain parents, who feared their sons might turn out “priggish,” “sugary,” or, as all these coded words seemed to suggest, emasculated... The little lord fit neatly into this panic. “Little Lord Fauntleroy” became shorthand for a snobby, fussy, or maybe just well-dressed man, an insult uttered in such varied movies as 42nd Street and Sylvia Scarlett. He was also derided in the press. In a 1937 column, Marian Mays Martin warned that Little Lord Fauntleroy was “no model for any self-respecting small boy.” She elaborated that “boys of today are not the Little Lord Fauntleroy type. They may be sweet, but not sugary. They are reasonably good, but not priggish, and they are capable and enterprising enough to take on all manner of grown-up occupations.” The mayor of New York even joined the chorus of jeers. At a massive Boy Scouts of America show held in Madison Square Garden, in 1936, Fiorella LaGuardia “applauded the Boy Scouts’ denial of Little Lord Fauntleroy as their hero,” and praised the group’s “continued virility and healthy growth.”

speaking of maintaining masculinity... very weird to learn that the actual child character of little Lord Fauntleroy was written to be an un-entitled, kind, and generous kid, but his name then became culturally associated with the idea of a spoiled privileged brat instead.

[wanderingcas]

so i guess if you want to escape reality and turn back the clock to the 1950s where dean and cas are lighthouse keepers in impossibly tight quarters in the middle of a harbor in maine under cold and harsh conditions while they dance around the fact that they Feel Feelings for each other with a side helping of mystery and religious trauma and dean as a ww2 vet who's seen too much and era-appropriate queer studies then idk check it out if you want