#this is such a NOVEL HAHAHAH

[difficultdomains]

HIIII IM HERE TO ASK EVEN MOOORREEE QUESTIONS ABT YOUR ANSWERS TO THAT LIL TAG GAME >:)

first of all: WHAT ARE YOUR PIERCINGS!!!!!!!! also also also what tattoos do you have!!!!!! ANDDDD what languages do you speak?!

LOVE YOU MWAH

OMGGGGGG QUINNNNNN MY LOVE HELLOOOOOOOO JWJXJEJXJ I SAW YOUR POST ABOUT UR TATTOOS AND AAAAAAAAAA UR SO COOL

OKAY OKAY OKAY SO i have triple lobe piercings on each side, a helix and a septum!!! i want MANY MORE tho SNJDJS, currently i’m thinking about getting vertical helix and putting in spike studs 👀 i’d also love to get a conch at some point

MY TATTOOS ARE…SOMETHING LMFAOOOOO - 2 out of 3 are stick and pokes done by a good friend. the first one is a little x eyes smiley below my knee (i used to draw it on in that exact spot as a kid, don’t remember why though LMAO), the other one is two mirrored N’s (it has two meanings depending on who asks LMFAO but to you, i’d reveal both if u wanna know 👀). the last one was super random (i went along to a tattoo appointment with friends and decided to get one too on the way there), it’s just the word ‘mischief’ right above my other knee (so it kinda goes with the smiley).

i speak english, german and bosnian/croatian/serbian!!! (and like a LITTLE bit of spanish but we don’t talk about that cause it’s so bad JEJDJEJ) the credit for that fully goes to my parents tho bc i was basically raised trilingual (which means it’s all just a jumbled mess in my brain JWJDJJE)

YOU! ARE! THE! SWEETEST! WAAAAAAHHH LOVE YOU SM

[abelas]

you guys are gonna go feral for the characters im writing

[brynn-lear]

I'm not dead, but I sure as hell turned off my brain for two days due to overwhelming frustration HAHAHAHA anyways here's a quick WIP. I'm off to sleep. I'll finish that one fic (not this one) tomorrow jwkwkskkw

[romaritimeharbor]

i should read more of the "standard english class" types of novels tbh! no, i wasn't particularly fond of pride and prejudice, but it was an enriching read that forced me to decipher what was being said/described. it ultimately made me more culturally literate and a better reader in general.

[ensnchekov-a]

I WRITE LIKE

Arthur Clarke ⸺ 2001: A Space Odyssey Leo Tolstoy ⸺ The Death of Ivan Illych, War and Peace

tagging: i can't tag the entire dash but please, please do this and tag me

[ipop42]

“How many people have died to achieve this world domination of yours?” “769.” “…What?” “769 people died to achieve my plans. I counted them, and had each of their names etched on my throne so I never forget what my victory cost the world. Now tell me, how many have you killed to see me dead?”

[rosicheeks]

Why do you reply to everything in the tags? Just curious. You do you. Just wondering what your reasoning is

😂

[m1ckeyb3rry]

My question is to the Minister for Nagi Seishiro and I ask— i finally remembered my question hahahah

What’s your thoughts on Nagi’s psychology and outlook in life?

The thoughts of him telling Reo “means you matter to your parents” is hitting me hard. Had me thinking of [redacted] but in a different hard-hitting context.

AHHHH HIII OKOKOK so idk this is probably an unpopular opinion because everyone likes taking nagi’s character at a very surface level but i think almost everything about nagi can be very easily explained if you think of him as someone who is very gifted but suffers from parental neglect

symptoms/signs of parental neglect:

image sources: [1], [2], [3]

there’s plenty of examples of nagi showing all of the symptoms i highlighted throughout the manga, epinagi, and his light novels, so i won’t add in screenshots because i’ll hit the image limit 😭 but it seems to me that while a lot of people headcanon nagi as not caring about anyone and wanting to be alone, that one line about how reo’s parents’s suffocating parenting style means they “care” about him, however misguided it may be, proves that he does want someone to love him and look after him, considering his own parents never really did so. it’s mentioned that he and his parents had a “friend-like” relationship but you can NOT have that kind of relationship with someone you are meant to raise!! (that doesn’t mean you can’t be friendly and supportive with your kids, but you need to be responsible for them in a way that friends aren’t so that they can grow up into well adjusted adults)

incidentally this is also why i like him and barou together and why i think nagi really shines around barou — barou’s probably one of if not THE first person to not only pay consistent attention to nagi but to do so in a way that sets and maintains boundaries (as in, not letting nagi get away with anything the way other characters do). it’s annoying to nagi in the way that getting yelled at by your parents for misbehaving is annoying to you in the moment, but at the end of the day it’s good for him and what he has been missing for much of his life

[dangermousie]

This girl is ready to be bandit wife. Look at her fussing over his meals as he's raiding a rival den.

I LOVE HERRRRRR look how excited she looks over murder!

I kinda choked at the sudden transformation of him into Robin Hood. Except not really since what's the point of robbing poor people? They got nothing and so you make enemies for no reason.

I love that he's totally softened for her, mainly because she so unabashedly is devoted to him but not in a weepy way. Like he's as soft as a man like him can get.

Like he rides off to take a city and leaves her but HE LEAVES HER A BAG WITH TREASURE and like look at how soft his face is. But I love that this ain't enough to stop him from his course. He may have started liking her but it's not a priority. He's got goals going on for ages, and they aren't derailing.

It's like the fact that he's not obsessed with the FL - so realistic. Like, if he comes across her again, I am sure he will grab her if for no reason than ego, but she's about n259 on his priority list.

But also hahahah you are not getting rid of your fangirl!

PS I read the ending of the novel; they've obviously changed stuff for the drama but if they keep the ending, I will be totally fine with it.

[scftlightz]

underneath  the  thick  layer  of  dense  concern  and  a  million  what  if's,  there  was  a  bundle  of  pride  within  knowing  about  the  extension  of  them  both.  he  wanted  to  indulge  in  the  fantasy  of  it—  picking  out  cribs,  which  name  to  match  with  their  beautiful  bundle.  even  though  eva  already  provided  the  warmth  that  filled  the  empty  and  cold  slot  within  his  heart,  the  thought  of  her  possibly  carrying  made  a  shift  in  his  perspective.  he  needed  to  put  space  between  his  work  and  his  wife.  allowing  her  to  cross  that  boundary  into  his  world  was  a  decision  he  started  to  regret.  was  he  way  in  over  his  head,  thinking  he  could  balance  the  two?  “  i  haven't  forgotten  that  [  .  .  .  ]  "  he  pushed  for  the  positive  to  agree  tone  but  there  was  still  lingering  guilt.  crossing  the  threshold  into  the  bathroom,  he  lowered  himself  to  place  her  down  in  a  gentle  manner  so  he  could  prep  for  their  shared  soak.  splatters  of  dried  crimson  covered  year  aged  scars  and  random  designs  of  ink,  the  familiarity  of  the  caked  on  feeling  was  just  another  perk  of  '  working  hard  '.  unraveling  each  torn  piece  of  clothing  that  still  clung  to  his  sore  frame  until  there  was  nothing  left  covering  him.  the  falling  water  pulling  most  of  his  worries  down  the  drain  and  relieve  him  of  mental  and  physical  guilt.  finally  being  able  to  rinse  whatever  thew  water  couldn't.  eva  was  right,  he  needed  this.  to  have  her  present. once  he  first  submerged  his  body  within  the  floral  scented  foam  and  met  with  warm  water.  his  back  hitting  the  smooth  texture  as  he  rested  the  back  of  his  head  on  the  edge  of  the  tub.  feeling  the  space  being  occupied  by  his  wife  made  his  hands  go  to  gently  rub  over  her  shoulders,  silently  reassuring  her.  lazy  lids  trying  their  best  to  stay  open  as  she  spoke.  "  of  course.  "  matching  her  volume  and  tone  as  he  adjusted  his  posture.  jup  hung  onto  her  last  words  as  he  anticipated  what  she  had  to  confess.  wet  arms  springing  their  way  to  securely  wrap  themselves  around  her  the  moment  she  finished  her  last  word.  "  [  .  .  .  ]  i'm  prepared  to  do  anything  to  make  sure  you're  safe.  i'd  give  my  last  breath  for  it.  "  he  murmured  against  her  shoulder.  he  wasn't  invulnerable  no  was  he  no  stranger  to  mistakes,  so  the  thought  of  him  possibly  failing  hasn't  crossed  his  mind.  "  i  hate  to  say  this  but  you're  stuck  with  me.  it  will  take  heaven  and  hell  to  pry  me  from  you.  "  he  gently  nudged  her.  "  i'm  not  going  anywhere  [  .  .  .  ]  "

𝐈𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 , 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 .  the  notion  of  a  family  had  drifted  into  their  sunday  dinner  table  conversations  ,  usually  ushered  in  by  her  father  ,  but  sure  was  sure  neither  of  them  thought  it  would  happen  any  time  soon  .  she  always  took  the  necessary  precautions  ,  but  now  that  she  thought  about  it  there  was  that  one  time  they  got  so  caught  up  in  the  moment  ...  "  space  ?  I  was  practically  kidnapped  jup.  the  last  place  I  want  to  be  is  away  from  you  .  you're  my  husband  ,  which  means  we're  a  unit.  we  tackle  everything  together  .  "  they  were  yin  and  yang  ,  fire  and  ice—opposites  that  harmonized  perfectly  .  when  he  was  away  ,  she  felt  like  a  planet  spinning  off  its  axis  ,  lost  in  the  cosmos  until  his  gravitational  pull  brought  her  back  .  it  was  hard  to  imagine  how  her  life  had  made  any  sense  before  he  strode  into  it  . arms  coiled  around  his  neck  ,  brown  eyes  gazing  ,  brimmed  with  admiration  ,  allowing  him  to  carry  her  to  the  bathroom  .  once  inside,  she  peeled  off  her  grimy  clothes  ,  that  felt  like  layers  of  sin  caked  onto  her  skin.  more  than  anything  she  craved  the  warmth  of  the  water  and  the  embrace  of  her  husband's  arms  to  wash  away  the  grime  clinging  to  her  soul  .  she  turned  on  the  shower  ,  letting  the  water  cascade  over  them  ,  rinsing  away  the  muck  and  the  blood  that  surely  belonged  to  someone  else  .  a  few  bruises,  like  dark  purple  flowers  blooming  on  her  skin  ,  were  the  only  remnants  of  the  ordeal  —but  thankfully  none  too  concerning  . the  room  quickly  filled  with  the  soothing  scent  of  lavender  as  she  poured  in  her  favorite  bath  oil  and  soap  .  she  let  him  step  in  first,  then  followed,  nestling  herself  between  his  legs  as  the  water  sloshed  just  above  her  chest  .  this  was  all  she  truly  needed  in  life—him.  "  can  I  be  honest  ?  "  her  voice  a  soft  murmur  as  the  warmth  of  the  water  relaxed  muscles  she  hadn't  even  known  were  tense  .  her  back  melded  into  his  front  ,  wet  skin  against  wet  skin  .  "  there  was  a  moment,  a  fleeting  moment,  when  I  wasn't  sure  I'd  see  you  again  .  "  breath  hitches  ,  eyes  glistening  with  unshed  tears.  she  hadn't  lost  faith  in  his  ,  determination  to  come  for  her  .  instead  ,  she  had  doubted  herself  ,  feared  that  she  would  lose  the  will  to  fight  .

[margarine-archives]

General Dating HCs with : Royal Margarine Cookie !

notes : hello ! I apologize that this took a massively long time. For reasons unknown I had quite the difficulty writing for him for the first time. Though, I may start completing requests before or after I post his courting hcs ( it will depend if my mind starts blanking out again .. )

- the dragon rider can't go on a day without giving you atleast one flirtatious remark, or even a praise ! Whether or not you swoon over his words is up to you.

- how could he not ? he thinks of you as a divine god that simply roams around dragon city, and for him to successfully pull you ? He feels so complete !

- adding along to this, this cookie greatly enjoys classic, romantic gestures. He will not be embarrassed to remove his coat, covering the very obvious puddle, and assisting you to walk over it, all the while looking at you with such love, one that you could only ever see in romance movies, and could only ever be described in poetic novels

- before becoming his partner though, you need to be approved by buttercream first ! He feels that it is dictation that it's not only him who has trust and love for you. If you want to be his, make sure to give as much love to his beloved dragon ( wyvern ) as you do for him ( he won't admit the fact he gets quite jealous of her sometimes .. )

- he most definitely enjoys a partner that can beat him up if they wanted to, but also a cookie that's sweet, who's willing to embrace his affections ! If you travel with him on the way to dragon's valley, buttercream can sense the sickeningly lovestruck heart eyes he gives your way as you fight, supporting you from above.

- " hahahah !! that's my lover right there ! go mayhem on them sweetie ! ~ " he has most likely bragged about you during the travel too ( you don't know if he loves you too much or he wants to embarass you, you appreciate it nonetheless )

- tries to fight aswell to impress you too, but he's quite embarrassed of his low hunting score in comparison to the others ( you and tarte tatin cookie have a tied score together ! )

- although, he does not mind a partner that relies on him aswell ! in fact, it gives him a very massive ego boost. Of course he wouldn't mind in becoming your knight in shining armor ! Saving his significant other from any form of danger ! ( even if, in most cases, they aren't really harmful )

- " do not worry darling ! THE dragon rider has arrived to rescue you ! " and it's simply trivial things such as taking you away in unpleasant conversations, carrying you bridal style. He will be quite amused to see your embarassed face

- on a more serious side, whether you can fend for yourself or not, he is willing to sacrifice limb and body just for you to be alive, breathing, safe, who is still there with him. You had promised him you would stay until his very last crumb, he isn't willing to give up on that so easily.

- and as his partner, soaring through the sky or even going on lovely walks with buttercream is an everyday date ! ( he is a firm believer that a day is incomplete without a small date with you ! ), most of the time visiting the bar for a drink or two afterwards ( typically more than just two anyways .. ). Be sure to prepare yourself to bring him home, as he's too busy being a flirt with you than to think about resting up !

- alongside this, it's typically difficult to achieve privacy when he has a swarm of fans behind his tail, he tries his very best to make it up to you at the end of the day ~

- he is very understanding if your jealousy sparks up because of his behavior ( he can't imagine seeing you acting the same as him to any other cookie either ! ) and constantly tells cookies that he is most definitely taken by the loveliest cookie on earthbread !

- some of which are either not that much of a fan with him or isn't even a part of dragon city ( hollyberry, wildberry and pitaya dragon cookie ), which leads to more than just the citizens being aware of your relationship due to how obvious he is about it

- everyone can see how hopelessly in love royal margarine cookie is with you. The second longer glances he gives your way and the oh-so enchanting eyes of his that stares at you with such love and affection ! All his fans simply dream of being you !

- behind all of this though, he definitely has a softer side indoors ! He is reduced to nothing but a smitten man, clingy for his lover. Please give him hugs and kisses ! He feels himself falling harder for you every time you praise him

- the cookie feels as if you're too out of his league, and dreads the thought of you finding out his true identity, the actual weak and cowardice royal margarine cookie. Would you leave him if you had found out ? He would leave himself too

- now with royal margarine, he's insistent of you opening up to him, whether that be negative or positive. He thinks that it is a strengthening bond to open up and learn more about eachother !

- but because of his inner thoughts, he isn't as willing to open up about his feelings, maybe never opening up at all. The only way he'll ever open up to you is when he's drunk (which makes him feel lower most of the time), he feels like a weak cookie if he ever tries opening up while sober. He dislikes being a weak and simple cookie than his persona tells him to be

- he feels like a failure for not pursuing what he truly wants, and to be reminded of that as he opens up never makes him feel any lighter. Do not be insistent with it ( he will avoid such topics in every possible way ), give him some time to be more trusting of you. Sooner or later, you won't need alcohol just for this man to open up ( will only open up around 1/4 of how he feels but to him its a big step ! )

- he cannot avoid the feeling of being judged, to be completely seen of who he truly is. To even think about finally trusting you with who the true royal margarine cookie is like without getting wasted is a big enough step for him, for you to figure out that the royal margarine isn't as royal as he seems.

- He feels as if he takes any more than one step then he will truly break, he never wants to reach that point, especially if you are there to witness it all, the littlest thought of it makes him shiver from humiliation. He needs to seek out buttercream for some form of comfort, he wouldn't know what he'd do if you ever found out

- you do find out though, just not in the circumstances he wants..

- nonetheless, coward or confident, you continued to love and adore the cookie you chose to be with, and royal margarine cookie feels happier than succeeding his goal in becoming a true dragon rider. The cookie did not care if he could never pursue his goal, you and buttercream can never replace, nor can it ever compare the happiness that you both give him !

[sleepapparition]

Seriously RC is one of the most generous apps I’ve used, we just finished a shopping day not even 24 hrs ago and now we’re getting another DR right after. Omg we’re so spoileddddd

Along with this app having some of the most complex branching along with great character design and the backgrounds being so gorgeous. Don’t even get me started on the writing. I literally feel like I’m reading a novel with some of the stories on there, especially when comparing to some of the bigger Visual Novel mobile games there are, I really feel like RC has some of the best.

But I am hella biased because Heaven’s Secret is on RC and it’s my ultimate favorite visual novel hahahah.

[osarina]

I JUST GOT AROUND TO READING I, CARRION AND UGH!!

“there’s a lecherous smile on Albatross’s face as he leans against the frame and looks at you, glasses hanging off the bridge of his nose. ‘Damn, if you weren’t the boss’s girl…’” awww stop it you’ll make me blush

THE SCENE W DAZAI FINDING US NOT READY YET “It’s not silly if it has you upset,” kisses on the nape of the neck and then kissing our ankles & buckling our heels >>>>>> “I’m sorry that I’m not a good enough man to do what’s right and let you go.” hey so what if i started violently sobbing. “but if fate brought us together, then far be it from me to deny the one thing in this world that has ever made me happy.” HEY SO WHAT IF I STARTED VIOLENTLY SOBBING.

“Still, he wants to gouge their eyes out.” if my man doesn’t want to gouge out people’s eyes just for looking at me, i don’t want him ‼️‼️

“My, Dazai, possessive, aren’t you?” “Very,” Dazai agrees idly. “Be sure to remember that.” bringing his hand up from your waist to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he murmurs, “That’s my girl, always so smart.” blushing giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair

“Fyodor Dostoevsky. A pleasure, truly.” oh no. oh no no no no no. that’s not good.

one more thing, i noticed that you kinda like made up your own characters (which was super cool and really creative btw!!) could you explain how/why you chose the specific authors you did? and i’m assuming you got their group names from something they wrote, any reason you chose those works in particular? (these are the ones i’m talking about: Mishima Yukio of the Sun and Steel, Nabokov’s Pale Flame, Leo Tolstoy’s Three Deaths, Cao Xueqin of the Red Chamber, Kitazawa Michihiro of Fuji Electric)

ty for listening to my ramblings once again ily !!

TUMBLR USER PE4RL-DIVER UGHHHHHH I LOVE YOU WHENEVER I SEE U IN MY NOTIFS IM SO HEART EYES

albatross is truly her no1 fan in this fic and she adores him <3 dazai is so not unsubtly jealous of him whenever she talks to him. gets all side eyed and irritated and then has to hide it whenever she looks at him LOLLLLL meanwhile albatross is just pleased that dazai is no longer an emotionless brick wall with a quick trigger finger

WHEN I TELL U THAT SCENE WAS ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE EVER i actually struggled so much writing it not because it was hard to write just because i was yearning so terrible for him LOLLLLL HAHAHAH

</33333 we all need our own beastzai truly life is so unfair he's so perfect

OMGGGGGGGG actually thats my favorite part of writing series/long one shots. i adore being able to build up new characters and organizations. usually i pull them just from some of my favorite authors/works (i cheated with the one electric company its actually just a real company because i got lazy) BUTTTTT mishima is obviously my go to just because there's lowkey already been reference to him and his works in the series but no mention of him, so he's my favorite to build and explore. and then i dont know why but i always have the russian underground divided by three (tolstoy, dostoevsky, nabokov) and usually in a constant territory struggle. of the two ive built up, nabokov is usually the one i use the most because ive hced that he worked with the previous boss pretty often before things went to shit. but i've actually built tolstoy's organization more than his - the three deaths is led by a triumvirate of tolstoy, gorky, and cheknov who were all contemporaries and had were associated with each other. and actually fun fact, i plan on doing a fic with a reader who takes the place of cheknov as one of the three deaths so we're going to see more from them. cao xueqin wrote one of the 4 great classical novels of chinese literature. my fyozai fic i've also built a new organization for - they're based in italy and are in constant conflict with the clocktower, but i don't wanna give anything away because u shall see when i finally post that

maybe one day ill do a whole little page for the organizations ive built & their references in my fics for u guys to look at if ur interested!!

[eyeless-smiles]

A smile, as sharp as ever, remains comfortably stretched across rows of pristine teeth. Even as it steps through the door held open by its counterpart, no sign of red dust marks his beige attire. Despite his little discoverys best efforts to ensure otherwise.

A knowing look glanced towards Severen and a friendly chuckle feigns the appearance of familiarity whilst the carnivore makes a point of striking him between the shoulder blades. An act the Nightmare can let slide, if only out of curiosity for how the monster plans on conducting its hunt.

It comfortably slips into the stool Severen chooses for him, and an award winning smirk is passed to the waitress. Laced with effortless charm. Not objections made to the dessert ordered on his behalf by the cowboy who seems infatuated with the ragged trucker sat next to them.

Fingers drum against ceramic as a single hand furls around his cup of coffee. Lips pursed in absent thought as the Nightmare observes this night creature provoke its next meal. The Corinthian will admit, this isn't how he likes to go about hunting. Antagonising his meals is far less interesting than seducing them. There's more of a game, there. A challenge.

And the reward is made all the more sweet.

It can sense the unease building within the air as each moment passes. A silent observer whose addition to Severens little display is a courteous smile and a shrug towards the waitress. The gestures of an apologetic friend who pities them for getting swept up in Severens hurricanic presence.

It turns its attntion to the apple pie dropped unceremoniously before it, and a gracious smile catches the waitresses weary eye.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Picking at the pastry with his fork, reheating of the baked good seems to have brought some life back into its crust from countless hours of stasis in its display. Sinking prongs into the steaming sweet treat, the Corinthian absent mindedly begins chewing on a mouthful whilst maws catch a glimpse of the chef beyond the kitchen serving bay.

He's not half bad looking. Probably the most fuckable out of the lot. How he'd love to get a closer look at those eyes.

Maws keep the vampire within its peripherals. Easily able to split its attention and assess its victims while keeping the other supernatural creature in check. It smells the long forgotten memories triggered by a hint of cinnamon and baked apple. Maws taking a short moment to widen and breathe in its scent.

These memories are potent. Unnaturally so, for the Waking World. It makes this stranger an astounding delight to be around for the likes of a Nightmare. It doesn't necessarily need to consume Severen's eyes to taste what's left of his humanity dripping off of him.

It feels the tension reaching its orchestral crescendo. Ready to release like a clap of thunder the moment the beast decides to strike.

And when it comes, the Corinthian simpers around a mouthful of his apple pie as it nonchalantly enjoys the show.

His new friend is sloppy. Not only with how he eats, but with his confidence to tear open and drain a man whilst surrounded by witnesses. By alarmed rabbits with so many exits.

Yet inevitably, as most mortals do, they simply freeze under the surge of adrenaline that pumps through their veins when witnessing untold horror. None see fit to put themselves between the beast and its meal. None see fit to run for the sake of self preservation.

Like deer in headlights, they merely watch.

Another mouthful of apple pie, and this one is notably tainted by the fresh spray of blood that has spewn across the counter. Red speckles patterning down one side of his beige jacket. But it will disappear eventually, just as the dust had.

Once finished his appetiser, it sets down the silver utensil and slips from its stool with the sigh of a satisfied customer. A fork is far too crude for his tastes. Luckily, he tends to bring his own tools to the party.

"I'll take the couple." He answers with a polite smile, as though they are merely discussing how to split the bill.

"I've a thing for pretty little lovebirds." The Corinthian casts the empty void of his gaze towards the cowering pair in the booth, and with the ease of a feline, he skips around the body that stains the tile below.

"Come on now, you two. Isn't it about time you try to make a run for it?"

His discovery retracts from such a gentle touch with visceral alarm, and the Corinthian knows it has discovered a rare treasure. So utterly broken is he, that every lick of anxiety and terror that whips through his body is potent enough to stain like tar over his tongues. It is an addictive palate. One the Nightmare has rarely come across within the Waking World.

In the Dreaming, Dreamers like these he would actively seek out. They were always the most enthralling to torment. As fragile as wafer thin glass, and all it takes is a gentle touch to shatter them.

And as olfactory tricks seem to stir a deeper gouge into the Vampire's defenses, the Corinthian smells something else.

Something violent. All consuming and scorching. The Nightmare feels unforgiving metal melting into the depths of its entrails. An unwelcome melody that plays out again and again. The Corinthian licks its lips as the cigarette is plucked from him. Marvelling at how clearly it can taste this cowboys darkest fears so openly within the Waking World.

It raises the question of just how potent his dreams could be. It senses power, here.

A being with the ability to cause irreparable damage to the Dreaming, should it be coaxed in the right direction.

The bubbling agony of burns falters into a deeply ingrained sense of loss. Responsibility? Perhaps a tinge of blame. The Corinthian's question has welcomed more answers through emotion than spoken words.

A vampire without a clan. An immortal with no endless beings to fill its social circles. Isolated amongst its food with only its nightmares for company.

A smile quirks across perfect lips as the cowboy decides to invite him along for breakfast. And whats the harm? The poor, tormented thing could use the companionship. However brief it may last.

The Corinthian likes to play house. To imitate and feign the intricacies of relationships. To toy with the very emotions it itself is denied of feeling by its very nature.

"You asking me out?"

A casual glance is given towards the diner, then towards the parking lot. Taking note of the number of vehicles. Calculating the intentions of the hunter who has already been prowling this rabbit hole.

Pursed lips dance with a sultry smile as the Nightmare takes a step back. Receding its influence over their anxieties. Letting its companion breathe.

"I could eat."

[clarabowmp3]

ok wait I'm confused.. I think I sent a longass ask talking about the naturals but it was 1 am when I sent it so I was half asleep and now im confused if you received it, like I'm not sure if I actually posted that ask to you?? 😭 if you didn't get it then I'll just type it again and if you did then don't worry, answer whenever you want to!

NONO YOU DID SEND THAT TO ME HAHAHAH i just haven’t responded yet cuz I’ve been so swamped and if I respond to it now I’ll just forget abt it so I’m keeping it like a little reminder to look it up in my library/in Libby cuz honestly the synopsis sounds so interesting???? It’s been a while since I read my last YA novel (I think it was divergent and I have to say it was….not the best) so hopefully this gets me back into it!! 🤭🤭

[chuluoyi]

chu, do you remember the first fanfic you wrote? I wrote my first fanfic when I was 11 , it was a crossover between power rangers dino thunder and digimon 02. I remember that I uploaded it to an anime forum and I was banned because of how bad that fanfic was lol

HAHAHAH NONNIEEE🥹😭🥹 oh no i’m giggling😭😭😭 so sorry i can’t even imagine how it turned out🥹

actually… my first fanfic that i really write and post is unholy matrimony🥹 before then i write but i was trying to write an original novel in wattpad—and then i discontinued it bc i got lost in the world building too much it became like a whole description about the world rather than the characters :’)