#why am i making myself sound like a creative vampire ���

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

it does something incomprehensible to my little writer’s soul whenever alex articulates a phenomenon of the writing process i’ve always picked up on and then goes on to describe it in exactly the same way

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𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕿𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖞

(this is a request I hope this went well!!!)

✧warnings: Yandere/toxic themes, kidnapping, marriage, blood, violence, explicit stuff mentioned (gore etc),Hyper feminine reader, mean af Riki

❁synopsis: The sweet, beautiful human princess married the cold, handsome Vampire prince, for a happy ending in both worlds, where blood shed and murders won't occur anymore. It's perfect, in fact they're such a perfect couple. That's what people believed, but they never understood how broken the couple are behind closed doors...

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"Listen... uhm Riki? yeah I think I'll sleep on the couch I mean I'm human- you're vampire, on top of that I really doubt you do want to share a bed with me-" "I don't want to share anything with you not like I have a choice-" He cut her off as she nodded, feeling awkward. He finally owns this girl god damit. Instead of being all scared and obedient, she's here, pink silk flowy nightgown hugging her in all the right spots, making her seem like a trophy wife. Nail's all blingy, with charms and hearts, her lips still tinted from her lipstick from before, and lashes all done spikey and stunning.

Riki couldn't stand it. She's one of those annoying, mean girl wannabes who body shame girls that are living life. So he thought. She smiled as she went downstairs, carrying her pet goat to the garden. Yes a pet goat, it even had pink light pink shoes, and matching pink bows. Riki found her intriguing. Annoying. "uhm... I don't wanna sound rude but uhm can you please not drink Veronica's blood?" she asked as Riki blinked "You have a goat called Veronica.... do you get bullied in school?" he asked as she frowned.

"Uhm I don't know how to respond to that.... Of course I don't- I can defend myself when I need to- and I don't think humans get bullied for their pets... Maybe vampires might but not us humans" She said as she placed her goat in the comfy little enclosure, and brought her pet bunnies in. For a girly girl she sure does own a lot of pets. "can I suck their blood?" he asked half jokingly as she frowned.

"Id rather you suck my blood." she said as she pouted at her rabbits, booping their noses as she locked them in the indoors cage. "Woah there Mrs Nishimura... getting a little too attached to a cold blooded vampire" he teased as she rolled her eyes. "I suggest you sleep in my room if you want to be alive.... not all vampires here are as patient as I am." Riki simply said as he grabbed her waist, teleporting her to his room. "I doubt you had to hold me but uhm... thanks?" she thanked, scratching her head as Riki smiled.

She's such a pretty girl, so cute, especially when she's shy and nervous, he's seen her smile, fake and real smile, and its so fucking cute... he wonders how she looks when she cries... He pushes her onto the bed, catching her off guard, hovering over her as he suggestively leaned into her nick, his lips gently grazing her skin. A smirk plastered on his lips as he could hear, and smell the blood rapidly coursing through her veins. He turned to look at her frightened expression, then got up, satisfied.

"You thought I'd actually fucking touch you.... pfft you're too full of yourself y/n... you really aren't all that you know?!" as she just uncomfortably scratched at her arm. It wasn't enough of a reaction for him. "Why do you think the real reason is behind your parents and not your older sister? want me to tell you why?! you're a weak useless stupid girl who fails her studies focuses on her looks no matter how ugly you truly are. You're so worthless they went all in and threw you in the arms of me. Me who loves human blood, especially the blood of a sad, worthless little girl, preferably pretty... but you're ugly" He remarked.

Y/n's eyes became glossy. he was right for the most of it, she was more creative than academic, she loved doing her nails and makeup, but it's therapeutic, and she wasn't the biggest fan of her appearance and her parents are very disappointed in her... she constantly lived in her sister's shadow. But Riki doesn't know any of that. He didn't know until he read through the thoughts that clouded her mind. She truly wanted to die.

She's absolutely ethereal, even when crying. "But you don't need them.... you're the most stunning woman I've ever laid eyes on so as long as I have you all to myself.... everyone is safe." Though his words were absolutely sweet, he's being genuine, he wants this marriage though she doesn't. Yet she can't help but notice something eerie lacing his words... his eerie obsession...

Since their wedding day, he was always with y/n, in the kitchen, in their bedroom, the living room, outside the restroom, even in his office where he forbids anyone from entering. Y/n pouted as she aired her lips, lying on her front on the comfortable airbed, piled with blankets and fluffy pillows. Riki snickerred at the cute view. She's always a sight he loves to see.

She's grown so dependant on him, such a typical 1950's housewife, except she has a loyal loving husband who drinks her blood of course. "Riki im boredddd can't I got to the living room and play with the bunnies?" she asked with a little pout as he got up. She stared him up, and god was he tall, she envied him for having such a perfect waist, but she loves him so dearly. "Sweetheart.... I can't go a second without youuu-" he whined a little, as he snuggled her.

"I need to pee-" she suddenly said as Riki groaned "no you don't" he said bluntly as he snuggled into her neck "no seriously I need to" "no you don't you're making an excuse to leave me." he said as she frowned "Riki im serious. my bladder can only hold so much. and on top of that, if you don't want your expensive tailored trousers, and this fluffy bed, and this nightgown you bought me to be all wet and gross and stinky I suggest you let me go pee now!" she exclaimed in a somewhat calm manner. He sighed getting up as he waited outside the restroom door, waiting for her to finish.

He carried her once she was done, sitting her on his lap as he worked. "Riki..." "hmm?" "Can I visit my parents tomorrow?" she asked biting her lip as he stopped writing, glaring at her coldly "no. you don't need them." He coldly said as she whined "But they're my parents I miss them!" "No you don't. Y/n you have me and im enough, if you want more company, wait a few years we'll have noisy kids. until then, me and your fluffy pets are enough understand?!" he warned as she frowned.

"Why can't I-" "I said NO. FUCKSAKE Y/N YOU'RE MINE NOW. WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO TURN YOUR BACK TO ME AND GO VISIT OTHER PEOPLE?! PEOPLE WHO FUCKING HATE YOU?!" he yelled as she flinched, sniffling. Seeing this he snuggled her, kissing her forehead. "awww im sorry for yelling at you babe.... but I love you and you're mine now you know? you're mine all mine."

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A/n: this isnt that good but oh well, have a jay ff in the waiting, and im currently writting a sunghoon ff inspired by Leo the movie w vijay (i had a dream)

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Hi Em!!!

3, 10, 16, 18 <333

3. what is your favorite way to self care?

tasty iced beverage + weed + ambient sound youtube videos + ao3. occasionally i’ll play some music instead of ambient sound, but for the most part i like the fantasy/gothic vibes. at the end of a long week you will find me stoned and knee deep in the x reader tag of the moment (dewdrop x vampire reader i am coming for you TONIGHT)

10. tell me about an insecurity you overcame.

we said uncomfortably deep, and uncomfortably deep we shall get. i’ve only recently overcome a lot of my insecurities when it comes to sex. my first boyfriend was a couple of years older than me and he managed to turn it into something completely shameful and embarrassing for me. he didn’t force me to do anything (and we didn’t do much at all) but he DID make me feel deeply ashamed of myself and managed to make me completely uncomfortable with the idea of sex for years. i'll spare all the specifics, but he made me feel bad for wanting anything, bad for not wanting anything, bad for the things i was into, bad for the things i wasn't into, and it was just... bad.

but then came mr. politemagic, who has been so incredibly patient, supportive, and loving through the entire process, even when he thought it was something that i'd never get back. it was hard fighting back against my own brain, the thing that shut down every desire i'd had for years, but 7 years and a lot of love, trust, and respect later i'm more comfortable with that aspect of myself than i ever thought possible. he got engaged to a girl who was terrified of sex and now he's got a wife who's a lil FREAK (and he thanks the lord above every day)

THAT ONE WAS SO MUCH IM SO SORRY ASHDHSKAKS

16. what is a skill or talent you’ve completely lost or overlooked? why did that happen?

i only recently started writing again. it was something i was PASSIONATE about my entire life, something everyone praised me for, and i wrote all the time. i did NaNoWriMo multiple times, and completed it. but then i got depressed, and my creativity went with it. it's been years since i wrote something for myself. but then came Sleep Token and.... well. you get it.

another one is that i used to play bass guitar, but i stopped because i wasn't able to bring it with me to college (and i didn't want to bother my roommate with it anyways). but i've still got it, and i've been thinking about playing again. if i do i'll let everyone know so they can tack on another bassist to swoon over /j

18. what is something you can’t bring yourself to get rid of?

i have a pair of white high top vans that are completely falling apart, but i will never get rid of them because they've got the signatures of just about every musician i've ever met on them. the most important one is i got Watsky's signature at the first show of his i ever went to, and i would cut off my right arm before i got rid of that.

ask me an uncomfortably deep question!

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 1

Masterlist

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Part 2 

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: This is a vampireAU!!! There will be blood, there will be biting, there will be graphic depictions of both. It's not going to be a gorefest, though. Also there will be smut. Eventually.

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: Are we leaning into some serious monsterfucker vibes with this one? Oh absolutely hell yeah we are. Am I ridiculously scared to even post this? *Yes.* You literally can't overestimate how much I'm trembling right now.

I took some (a lot of) creative liberties with the vampire lore for this one, so if you're very heavily into traditional vampire lore, this may not be for you. It's my first time delving into anything fantasy-esque like this, so bear with me! (Friendly tips are always welcome.) Also, this is probably going to be weird. So there's that. We're doing kinky vampires, ok? Like. I can't make this more normal than what it sounds like.

@geralts-yenn As promised 🥰

@deandoesthingstome @summersong69 you both asked for a general tag... This is what that gets you. 🙈🙈🙈

“V-vampire? What do you mean you're a… You can't be.” It felt like the ground disappeared beneath your feet, and you were freefalling into darkness. You’d been dating Mikey for months, and now he… It couldn’t be true. It had to not be true.

“I am.” Mike looked at you, an apology clearly displayed on his face and in his voice. As if that was going to be enough. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I thought you knew…”

“And exactly how the fuck was I supposed to know?”

Mike shrugged. “The mandatory health classes in high school shou…”

“I was homeschooled.” Your anger dissipated somewhat. Apparently, at least part of this was your parents’ fault for misinforming you about vampires in general.

“Oh shit… I had no idea, sorry. Eh… What were you told about us?”

“That you're monsters…” That was the gist of it. You’d never believed much of it, and it had made you curious rather than scared. Less scared of vampires, at least. Your father, now that was a whole other story. “I-I'm so dead. My father… If he finds out…”

“He'd be pretty pissed if he found out you're living with a bunch of vampires?” Mikey’s casual tone was way out of place, but you knew he couldn’t help it. He was Mike, after all. But was he really? Was he still the Mikey you knew? The Mike you… loved?

“Of course it's all three of you. Fuck! Yes, he'd be pretty mad, to say the least. And he'll for sure disown me if he knew I let myself be defiled by one. God! I can't believe this. I slept with you. I… Vampire… Fuck.”

“Defiled? Jesus, please don’t say things like that. You’re making me feel like a monster.” He paused for a moment while he gathered his thoughts. “Are you scared of me?”

“No…” It wasn’t a lie, per se. You weren’t scared of the Mike you knew; you just weren’t entirely convinced that your Mike hadn’t changed.

“Do you want to leave?”

“No.” Apart from the fact you had nowhere to go, you didn’t see much reason to leave. If he was telling the truth when he said he genuinely believed you’d known all this time, then you had no reason to fear them, or to leave. If they wanted you gone, you’d be gone, one way or another.

“Do you hate me?” He looked as if he knew it was a ridiculous question, but he was still asking. You couldn’t help but wonder why.

“Mikey, stop, no. I… I'm not like my family, but this is hard. Even if I didn't believe everything they told me growing up, there's still a lot in between not believing vampires are the devil and fucking one.”

“Whoa, thanks. We're just screwing, then?”

“Mike, that's not what I meant. I just… That's what makes me so pissed you never told me! I really liked you. I still do.” You were fifty shades of confused right now, trying to make sense of the fact that your boyfriend hadn’t quite lied about yet still omitted the fact that he was a vampire.

“I'm really, really sorry! I genuinely thought you knew!”

“How was I supposed to know? You're out in the sun! I've seen you eat… Food. I've seen you eat garlic. You show up in pictures and in mirrors.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized it was entirely possible that the information you’d gotten from your parents and their – generally lacking – education may not have been entirely correct.

“Ah. I see some inaccuracies are still alive and well in the homeschooling department.”  Somehow, saying something like that was something Mike could get away with without sounding like a massive dick. There was something in his tone that made it abundantly clear to you that you weren’t at fault for this whole… Misunderstanding? Was that the right way to describe it, or was it a gigantic understatement?

“Well enlighten me.” Mike quickly offered to make you a cup of tea while you had that conversation, which you gladly accepted. Mike put the kettle on and gestured at you to sit down on the couch.

“Get comfortable, we're in for a long talk.” You grabbed a blanket and waited for Mike to join you on the couch. He handed you your tea and you smiled a little nervously. “Fuck, Sweetcheeks, can I hug you?” Mike seemed genuinely upset at everything that was happening right now, which didn’t make you happy – you hated seeing him like this – but it definitely did make you feel more comfortable knowing that he had really never meant for this to happen.

“Where do we start.” You still couldn’t believe you were having this conversation. It seemed like a weird thing to find out about so late. Then again, you’d gone years without knowing your childhood best friend was left-handed, and you hadn’t known your English Literature professor was gay until a friend had pointed that out to you somewhere in the past week. You just weren’t very observant. Apparently.

“I'd like to apologize again, that's for sure. And after that… Do you have any questions?” He then proceeded to answer every question you had as they bubbled up in your brain in seemingly random order.

“Is this why you're so cold sometimes?” You felt silly asking these questions. It all suddenly really felt like you should have learned these things by now. Like making toast or stacking a dishwasher or doing laundry. Alright, you still weren’t completely clear on the laundry part, but you knew more about that than vampires. As it turns out, it was highly unusual for humans to even notice the difference in temperature, but you were on the right track with your question.

“It is. I'm colder when I'm hungry. And warmer after eating human food.” Apparently, it took up more energy to digest human food.

“Compared to eating people?”

“Whoa, Sweetcheeks, we don't 'eat people', okay? We drink blood, that's different!” He actually looked insulted when you said that, and maybe he was right to feel that way…

“You suck it out of people,” you said in a small voice. The comparison seemed logical…

“Shit, Sweetcheeks, you've sucked things out of me, do you 'eat vampires'?” Of course. That was such a Mikey thing to say…

“Why do I always have to be around when he says something stupid like that?” You immediately froze when you heard the dark, smooth baritone of Walter’s voice.

“Terrible timing? You somehow managed. He chuckled softly – the sound always gave you chills, but in a good way. Maybe a bit too good.

“Or so it would seem. As always, I apologize for his existence!”

“It's alright, I forgive him.”

“What were you even talking about? Wait, do I want to know?” Marshall decided to join the both of you in the living room. Mike didn’t protest, and you weren’t opposed to a second teacher to help explain all of these things. You just hoped that August wouldn’t show up; he wasn’t very good at hiding disdain, and he’d certainly have plenty of it stowed away for moments exactly like this one.

“She had no idea we are vampires.”

“You've been living with us for months? Did they teach you nothing in hi-“

“Homeschooled,” Mike clarified quickly. You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks; you definitely hadn’t felt like this in a long time. Like a clueless child in dire need of adults to tell her how the world worked. It reminded you a little bit too much of the way your parents had always treated you.

“Ah. My bad. And you're trying to rectify the situation using phrases like that?” Luckily, it was Mike that was being judged by Marshall, and you sighed in relief.

“She accused me of eating people,” Mike said, looking like a sad puppy; pouty and adorable.

“Alright, that's a gratuitous overstatement.”

“How do you even eat? Drink? Feed? ... You don't kill people, do you?”

“Love, this isn't the dark ages, there's safe ways for us to feed – ‘feed’ would be the most commonly used term.” Marshall chuckled. “And most importantly; the 'people we eat' are willing to let us feed.”

“Why would they do that voluntarily?” It seemed kind of weird to you to just, what? Walk up to vampires and go ‘here, suck my blood?’ Another Marshall-chuckle tore you away from your thoughts.

“Well, they’re not volunteers, per se. It pays pretty well.”

“It's a job?” That made more sense, but something about that felt… obscene and perverted? Though you did recognize that that was probably your upbringing talking.

“Yes, it is. It’s quite popular among students; you're just sitting around, with plenty of time to study.” Marshall’s explanation didn’t come across as judgy or mocking, he just explained. Nothing more, nothing less. “Some are purely in it for the money, and are really freaked out about the bites. It always sucks -pun not intended – when you get one of those.” That had you curious, and you asked about the ‘why’ behind that.

“Fear makes blood taste weird,” Marshall said. Apparently, it had something to do with the hormones humans released when scared.

“I bet August likes it,” Mikey said with a massive grin on his face.

“A little adrenaline from excitement and anticipation, sure,” Of course August came home right that second. You remembered what your parents had briefly warned you about; vampires had keen senses. You wondered if Mike had heard August coming. “But genuine fear? Might as well feed during finals week.” Another tidbit of information that would have been infinitely more informative if you knew the first thing about vampires and their feeding practices, but you didn’t. Therefore, you had to ask again – and this time, you had to ask August.  

“What?”

“Lots of stress doesn't make it taste any better, either. Why are we teaching Vampire Health 1 to an undergrad?” There it was: some good old, signature August derision to feast on.

“Homeschooled,” the three of you said in unison.

“My apologies,” August said. He seemed sincere, and his attitude disappeared immediately.

“The feeding... I take it it's not a fun little restaurant experience?” You asked your question carefully, afraid to have been misinterpreting everything the whole way through, but you were met with three looks that proved you right beyond a shadow of a doubt.

“It definitely isn't. It's a long wait, and you basically have no idea of what you're going to get, no choice at all, and you're out of whack for anywhere from three days to a week.” Mike said, shuddering at the thought.

“Why would you feel out of it?” That didn’t make any sense. Wasn’t eating supposed to make you feel better, not worse?

“They dose you with garlic,” Mike answered as if that explained everything. You gave the boys a quizzical look.

“Oh good grief, this is why Sherlock spends most of his time at the clinic dealing with transitioning homeschooled kids.” August growled. His exasperation wasn’t aimed at you, per se, you noticed. The guys seemed to be very sympathetic towards your status as a nitwit homeschooled kid.

“I'm completely lost, guys.”

“You're completely lucky you're not one of us, princess.” August said. His voice was more mellow than it had been a few moments ago, as if he was trying to make it clear to you that he wasn’t frustrated with you. That being said, he didn’t quite succeed; he still sounded pretty pissed, and you weren’t convinced it wasn’t aimed at you. “Not that being a vampire is so bad, but it shouldn't be an accident.”

“What were you told about becoming a vampire?” Marshall shot August a look that clearly meant he needed to calm the fuck down.

“You get bit, you become a vampire.” You shrugged. That was basically all your parents had told you about the process. “Oh and that it's the most painful thing ever. And there was something about the fires of hell. Actually, the fires of hell got mentioned quite a lot.” The guys laughed at that, which made you very happy. It had been a joke, after all – well, the ‘funny because it’s true’ kind – and it did break the tension a little. It also didn’t seem to be something they hadn’t heard before.

“Alright, they weren't wrong about the biting part, per se. It's not a given, but there's a pretty decent success rate.” Marshall explained.

“'s where the garlic comes in. You were probably told that vampires and garlic don't mix?” You nodded in reply to Mike's question. “Alright. Not necessarily a lie. Garlic does make us easier to kill, which is what the hell-yellers choose to interpret as 'vampire eat garlic, vampire die'.”

“Which can't be true, because you're all still here.”

“Exactly. What it does do,” August continued, ”is weaken us. We're slower, less strong, and it fogs our brain a little. What it also does, is weaken the toxin our teeth secrete when they come into contact with human blood.”

“Not animal blood?”

“Imagine a vampire tiger or bear, princess, and then consider whether or not that's a sound idea from an evolutionary point of view.” August took one look at your face and laughed. It was something you didn’t hear often, and even if you did it was usually mixed into the laughter of the others. It was nice, though. “Exactly.”

“So garlic is what? Vampire contraceptive?”

“Pretty much,” Mike said, “and since the places where we feed can't trust everyone to take their daily dose, they OD you on the stuff to the point where you can't see straight. There's a reason most of us only go once a month or so.”

“This is a lot...”

“Yeah, this was the speed run of maybe just about half of a ten-week high school course,” Marshall said, “and most of those kids have been given information from a very young age. Correct information.”

“What about the sun? And reflections? Do you need to be invited into houses?” Whenever you thought you were out of things to ask about, something else came to mind.

“Sunscreen, myth and yes,” August answered your questions effectively, which was nice, given the fact that you were really approaching the limits of how much information you could handle in a single day.

“Su- no.” That was an explanation that was so devilishly simple that it couldn’t be true. At the very least it was incredibly anticlimactic.  

“He’s not lying to you, love,” Marshall said, “we've been around for ages, give me one good reason why your scientists have come up with something that prevents you from burning in the sun, but ours wouldn't have?”

“Vampire scientists?”

“You can meet one, if Sherlock ever makes it back.”

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Hi morgan <33333 hope you're doing well :D

1,2,5,6,8,9,17,18,30,31,38,44,49 for the fanfic writer asks <333

hi evy! i'm doing ok! looking forward to getting some rest over christmas!

1 and 8: answered here for honey!

2: answered here for fien!

5: i’ve been writing stories in general since i was about six? my sister started writing stories, and obviously i had to copy her, and then i just... never stopped. i started writing fic in 2018 sometime when i met my stay friends at uni! it was a nice way to bond with them while we were still getting to know each other, and they’re now some of the few people i trust to show my writing to when it’s unfinished and imperfect.

6: writing has done a lot of good work for my mental health, i think! it encourages me to look inwards and consider why i’m writing the themes i am or just gives me an outlet for bad emotions rather than turning them inwards. it’s done wonders for my confidence over the years, too; i think it’s something that even i can’t deny that i’m fairly good at, and it’s good to have that when my brain tries to tell me that i’m mediocre at everything.

9: i’m terrible with writing to deadlines, so not really. i might set deadlines for editing, but my writing is often so unpredictably long that i couldn’t write to a deadline if i tried (the thing i tried to write in time for my friend’s birthday? it might be done by her next birthday. in october 2023. maybe.)

17: i love fantasy AUs as a whole really, but i’m always drawn to vampire AUs! the only reason i haven’t written one of my own is because i think there are far too many good ones, and i worry that i wouldn’t be able to come up with something unique enough to match up.

18: i really love writing seungchan? i think it’s partially that they’re my favourite members to write, and partially that they’re the members who can often come across as most serious (although they’ve both been silly in interviews lately) and so i feel like i can put them in slightly darker stories. seungbin and jeongchan are creeping up the list though.

30: the hardest part of writing happens once i’m about 80% of the way through a story; i’ve done most of the fun worldbuilding by that point, and most of the very emotional scenes have to give way to Actual Plot before i can write an emotional ending. it’s the point in a fic where i’m most likely to get bored and have to drag myself through the writing process.

31: big descriptive scenes! i love sitting and describing things, it’s a wonderful exercise in creativity and it allows me to set a scene really well. i love the experience of choosing which words to use to set the tone of a story; i’d describe the same forest using very different wording in a faerie fantasy au to a horror fantasy au for example, and it comes very naturally to me to just sit and set the scene before any pesky characters or dialogue get involved.

38: all the time! occasionally i get nostalgic for my own concepts, or reminded of them by friends or ao3 comments, and i’ll reread sections or whole fics then. it sounds a little arrogant, but sometimes my own fics are the only ones that scratch the itch for very specific content in my brain. it makes sense, i suppose. i wrote them exactly to my own taste, after all.

44: i tend to write linear these days! i’ll definitely plan future scenes (with the orchid, for example, i’d been waiting for weeks to get to the scene where minho admits he’d deactivate his own emotional processor if seungmin got hurt) but i tend to leave them hanging there as incentive to write the scenes leading up to them.

49: i guess the writing advice i’d give is to not be afraid of being a little bit weird? just genuinely write how you want to write, not in a way you think is good or that people will like. i find writing a lot more fun and fulfilling when i let myself use the bizarre metaphors and odd descriptors that i actually want to, rather than worrying that people won’t like or understand it.

thank you for asking these! they were a lot of fun; this ask game actually has a lot of really good ones. <3

[lieslab]

hello I have a question bc I've been trying to figure it out but I don't think that u have ever disclosed it. who is ur bias and why? I thought it was changbin bc taste was the first story u wrote but then ur header has hyunjin's art and leebit. I am curious to know

That's a very good question!! I don't think I've ever publicly spoken about my bias. I created Taste for my best friend because she likes Changbin. That was a spur of the moment decision one day and it really took off which was so shocking.

Leebit is in my header because I like being witty and sarcastic and it reminds me of Lee Know. I joke around a lot and I tend to embody the chaos of Lee Know in the comment sections of Wattpad and Ao3.

As of currently, my bias is Hyunjin and that is because he reminds me of myself. As someone who used to have such low self-esteem and self-hatred, it's nice to sort of view myself from an outside perspective by looking at someone with similar personality traits.

We're both creative pisces and very dramatic. There's not much of my personality here on my Tumblr because I basically just write, but on Twitter (Lies_labyrinth) I'm just spewing stuff nonstop and sometimes posting hints about my longer stories.

Back to the point, it's very known that Hyunjin likes poetry and when he writes lyrics, he writes lovely songs. I hope one day he writes more. He's dramatic, a klutz, and I really like how much he's grown in his self-confidence and dancing abilities.

He's captivated me and I think it'd be interesting to have a conversation with him about the universe. I remember stumbling along something somewhere where one of the members said they liked talking to Hyunjin about the universe and the meaning of life. He sounds philosophical and that's fascinating to me.

Not to mention, he taught himself art despite his busy schedule. I adore art and I wish I had the patience to sit down and study and teach myself how to draw, but my short attention span doesn't allow it, unfortunately. It's something I admire him for and I hope to one day lean into sketching/drawing with charcoal and other artistic mediums besides strictly writing.

I think sometimes we're drawn to people for different reasons. To me, Hyunjin is the epitome of a mystery. There's only so much the guys show us and I'm sure on camera and off camera, they're probably, at least, a little different. They deserve their privacy, but I truly think there's so much more to Hyunjin than we know at face value; he's bewitching and charming. He embodies the energy of an ancient royal vampire who has lived thousands of lives, if that makes any sense.

The rest of the members? I love them all for a variety of different reasons. As for a specific bias wrecker, it's constantly changing all the time. I could go on about the band for hours, but that's the gist of it and now you know.

[futuremrsdrcullen]

Heyyyy. I have some requests if you don't mind!!

you get into an accident and Carlisle finds you. You wake up to Carlisle working over you. Carlisle gives you the option to be treated at his house. He gives you the option to be changed. You are super nervous and he is super sweet and gentle and walks you through everything.

You are a friend of the Cullen's (especially Alice). You go to their house to hang out and you start having a panic attack but try to hide it. Carlisle and Jasper find you and help you through it!

First, let me say that I am so, so, SO sorry this took actually forever to write. This was the first time I was writing of my I'm Always in this Twilight comfort blanket and oh boy did I feel lost at first.

I'm not kidding when I say I wrote this 3 times, with three different settings lol

But I finally settled with something I'm content with and here it is!!! I decided to only write the first one, BUT stay tuned because I do have something like the second one planned for my version of Eclipse <3

Anyway! Enough from me! Thank you so so much for sending in such creative requests.

Thank you for reading and Enjoying my work <3

Much love

~Claire <3

Masterlist

Blurb title: Burning

word count: 1457

So many WARNINGS: Car accidents, blood, dying, pain, burning (but not actual fire just the feeling of burning) prolonged pain, wishing to die, sad.

I Promise it does have a happy ending <3 being turned into a vampire is not an easy process. Carlisle is the sweetest softest boy around.

THIS IS NOT CANON TO IAITT and will not be added to that masterlist. It's also why I didn't tag the normal taglist. Thanks again <3

Everything felt like slow motion. I took a turn too fast. I hit a patch of ice. I lost control. I don’t think I even heard the glass breaking. I couldn’t even tell what song was on the radio.

But I knew I was dying. 

I knew my car was resting on the driver's side door somewhere off the road. I didn’t think the passing cars would even know I was down there. I squeezed my eyes closed and hoped I would just fall asleep. 

I don’t know how long I stayed there, but I could feel the cool air surrounding me.I heard his voice before I saw him, I thought I imagined it.

“Y/n?” He sounded frantic, I didn’t open my eyes. “Y/n, please, sweetheart can you hear me.” 

I still didn’t open my eyes but I tried to nod my head. I didn’t think I could will my voice to work.

“Dove, I’m going to pull you out of the car, okay? Tell me if anything hurts too much.” I nodded again. I didn’t really feel anything but cold. Then I was out of the car and in his arms. Only then did I allow myself to open my eyes.  There was so much pain in his features.

He knew I was dying too.

He spoke softly “I- I can take you to the hospital…” I’d never heard him stutter, it broke my heart. I shook my head, not knowing if I would even make it there. “I can take you home.”

I gave him a look, he knew what I meant without it needing to be said. I was running out of time. “Carlisle…” His face twisted in pain. “Change me…”

“Y/n. You can’t make that choice right now.”

I tried to pull myself together enough to sound confident. “It’s what I would have chosen anyway. I want this.” I took one more steady breath. “I’m not ready to say goodbye to you yet…” It was barely above a whisper.

I think he wanted to cry. He hid his face in my hair and just breathed me in. “I need you to be sure.”

I nodded. I am sure. I wanted to tell him but the words wouldn’t come out. My heart beat felt like a timer. He looked into my eyes, he cupped my cheek, he kissed my forehead. I don’t think I felt any of it.

His voice was still shaky, but he sounded far away. “Okay- Okay. I’m gonna bite you here and-and then I’ll take you home, alright love?” I think I nodded. “Stay with me just a bit longer.” I felt his lips on mine. I held on to the feeling with everything I had left. I felt him whisper “I love you, Y/n”

As I closed my eyes, I felt his lips on my neck; The action alone made my heart quicken, I hoped that was a good thing. Then a sharp, shooting pain. Then nothing. 

~

I could feel time passing, but I couldn’t judge how much. I was out for some time, enough time to get home, but eventually the pain woke me up. I screamed and thrashed and prayed- for the first time in a very long time- that the burning would stop. How much more of me was left to burn? How was I anything more than ash?

“I’m so sorry, Y/n” His voice was broken. It pulled me to the surface, if only for a moment.

Carlisle, Carlisle, Carlisle.

I could hear him pacing. I tried to cling to the sound. Tried to use it as something to ground me. I could hear him. I wasn’t dead, though I very much wanted to be. I wanted to hold my hand out to him; I must have held it out to him. I felt his cool fingers intertwined with mine. I tried to squeeze him. He squeezed my hand.

It could have been seconds, hours, days, later, but again his voice pulled me to the surface. The pain didn’t feel as deep. I didn’t regret asking him to turn me, I just wanted it to be over.

“It won’t be long now, Cara” I think I nodded, though with all the screaming and thrashing I doubt anyone noticed.

I didn’t let go of his hand.

More time passed- Probably.

I let him let go of my hand but I still felt him in the room. Eventually I could smell him in the room- Eventually I could hear him once I was able to stop screaming.

He was caught somewhere between doctor mode and husband mode. He gave me soft encouragement. He promised it wouldn’t be too much longer. I really wanted to believe him. I honestly think his presence was the only thing keeping me sane. 

I heard paper shuffling, I counted how many pages turned. I wondered if he was reading, or working, or taking notes on my transformation. I counted 388 page turns. He set whatever it was down 28 times, usually followed by a sigh, usually followed by a soft touch I hardly felt. His hands got warmer. Or, I guess my skin got colder. 

If my heartbeat felt like a timer before; Now it felt like an alarm.

All of the pain slowly moved from the tips of my fingers and toes. It still traveled through my veins but I could feel it leaving. As it moved, the limbs felt normal- no pain, no heat. I almost wanted to try breathing again. I didn’t.

Unfortunately, all of the burning moved closer and closer to my heart. Each inch it moved in my veins sent my heart wild. 

Then my chest was the only thing burning. And my heart beat as fast as butterfly wings but in heavy stomps. 

This is it… I thought. It has to be. 

I cried out once more…

Then it was over. Everything was so still. I didn’t move, so afraid the if I even wiggled a finger I would burn again. 

Breaking the silence, Carlisle’s voice called to me. I didn’t think about it, I just wanted to find him. I opened my eyes and was stunned by the light. More than that, I was so overwhelmed by absolutely everything in the room. I sat up faster than I would have ever been able to.

Then Carlisle’s arms were around me, like he was there to steady me; I had never felt more steady in my life. 

“Careful, Dove. You’re alright.” This time I was stunned by his voice. It was clear and smooth and intoxicating. It always has been, but this felt like the first time I had ever heard it clearly. 

I wanted to speak, but I had no air to carry my voice. I would have to breathe to speak and somehow that was terrifying. I didn’t know how anything could be scary after everything I had just felt. 

Instead I studied his features. His eyes were so bright and golden. He placed a soft hand on my cheek, and when I didn’t feel the chill of his skin, I took a sharp breath. Breathing wasn’t as scary as I expected, though it did hurt. 

I remember from Bella’s transformation that newborns woke up thirsty and though it had been explained to me, I never could have really imagined what that would feel like. I had never experienced thirst like this. Everything was so dry and hot. I was almost convinced I’d swallowed a lit match. The air that filled my throat fed the flames. I wanted to scream again. 

Instead I looked at him, my eyes catching his again. I let the pain pass for another moment.

“Carlisle…” I knew I whispered, I wanted to whisper it, but it felt so loud. I didn’t recognize my own voice. His smile widened. I wanted to kiss him.

“Y/n…” 

“This is all real?” I knew it was. I had to ask anyway.

He laughed softly. “It’s very real.” I nodded though I wasn’t sure I believed him. I didn't really know how to believe him. Everything happened so quickly. 

Only then did I notice the others giggling too. 

Almost all of them were there. Alice and Jasper, Rose and Emmett, Edward and Bella, they all watched me in complete wonder.

And Carlisle.

Carlisle, Carlisle, Carlisle. 

He was real and he was here and we could live happily ever after. It probably wouldn’t be as graceful as Bella’s transformation, but with all of them by my side, I could do this. Everything would be alright. The pain was over, but my life was new.

What I thought would be the end, was actually my first steps into forever.

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[transenbyconfessions]

I dunno if I'm delusional or got superpowers or what but I'm absolutely giddy so I wanted to share. CW for possible validation of delusions (?) including supernatural experiences and bodily control. I genuinely do believe that all of this is true but it is a bit of a wild tale, so if you are sensitive to unreality you may want to skip this confession.

So I'm afab transmasculine. Specifically, I'm a non-binary man. My dad is a bit of a "mad scientist" type (he works as a research scientist professionally, but he doesn't execute any of his ideas there because like...regulations and safety laws) so he gets a lot of his wild theoretical ideas out through creative science fiction writing. In his work of fiction, there is a long-lost group of humans that were able to evolve (consciously alter their genetics) within a single generation. He has biological and chemical reasons to explain this in the story, but it's mostly just fictional conjecture.

Also...my dad and best friend both have experienced some Very Supernatural Stuff and frankly, I believe them. Their stories align too much and they've never spoken to each other. So I am kind of in a place where I believe there's a lot we don't know. I believe in the supernatural, just not in any specific representation of it (god, ghosts, vampires, etc.). As a Weird Scientist, my dad will frequently talk about the edges of science that he thinks people haven't looked into yet—one of which is the placebo effect. The fact that just through someone believing they're being medicated, sugar pills can suddenly make a significant, well-known enough change in someone's health that it needs to be accounted for in medical studies?

So.... Shortly after realizing I had a gender (I realized I was trans in my teens, but I thought I was agender until a little over a year ago (2021 may, I believe, was the first time I tried he/him pronouns)) I decided well, why not? I took that concept from my dad's fictional story, and decided that I believed humans had a dormant ability to alter their biological functioning on a conscious level. I also decided that I believe very strongly in the placebo effect; therefore, I believe that if I believe something will affect my body in a certain way, it will within reason. So I kind of just... sent a conscious signal to my brain that I'm a man now and I'd like to generate testosterone. I tried to believe it as hard as I could, but I also tried to keep my hopes pretty low because... well, it would sound insane to anyone else, this would be commonly understood to be a fools' errand. But I

Several months after I made this decision I started noticing like, wisps of hair along my belly button and chest? And I kind of got really excited, like maybe it's working, but maybe it's a fluke, who knows. Since then there have been a lot of small details about my body that have made me euphoric that I feel like weren't there before. And I guess the most likely explanation is that conceptualizing myself as a man and my friends respecting my identity eases my overall dysphoria.

But yesterday I came out of a shower and I noticed little wisps of a mustache? And I know even pre-T that's possible, but it made me insanely euphoric and made it all feel way more real. Like it's still really really thin, the same texture as my arm hairs, but like, almost a centimeter long. And I'm also noticing straggling hairs on my thighs and I swear my waist looks boxier. My arms feel more muscular. I dunno, maybe I'm just feeding delusions, but I want it to be true so badly and it feels like it isn't hurting anyone to believe in it. And it makes me so happy, and if nothing else, helps me to highlight things about my body that I love.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hello, so I’ve finished chapter 5 hope you enjoy. Let me know who you get the most chemistry from out of the three or perhaps all.😏 

Volturi kings x chess player reader🧛‍♂️♟

A game of life♟️

Part 5

Dear diary, today I just kissed a vampire, it felt cold and so…odd. I couldn’t describe the sensation; I mean isn’t having your first kiss supposed to be special, I suppose kissing someone isn’t supposed to be romantic. I know, I know why in the hell am I going on about this, I can’t exactly say myself. One minuet I was high in the air suffocating and the next my lips were on ecstasy; it was thrilling to say the least. I guess it’s a funny thought since I’m the track suit pants cat lady, nothing special about me really and now I’m due to be a queen.

Although I did have some fun thinking of some nicknames, cat queen, tracksuit empress, lady of beds. "How very creative" your thinking, well it’s not like these guys have any internet. I kind of wished the twiglets would visit me, I would totally be a great babysitter and introduce them to bored games. Although I would say they would get ideas for pinning my torture. Oh, right I’m getting off topic, where was I oh yeah.

I was walking from the study room to the main entry way, I thought the moon looked pretty and at least Mr. cranky pants won’t find me here. I walked down the cobblestone passage way and out onto the main courtyard, surprise they weren’t worried I would escape but then again. I should know that Aro would probably send his guards to kill my parents or worse, kill me.

I had to learn fast and due to my wits, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to leave this place. I opened the door to the main court yard, the moon shined brightly. My eyes glanced down at my skin, I was so used the crystals shining and glistening, it made my skin look so plain. My dress was still black, it hadn’t changed since I came here and yet I feel like a vampire. I closed my eyes, the feeling of being kissed and their arms wrapping around my skin was, was, rather appetizing. My mind was full of nightmares and yet it felt so right, I pressed my hand on my neck trailing to my lips. Somehow the moonlight didn’t help as my lips parted, the temptation of that kiss was…

“Out again, you seem to have a fixation for freedom, truly my dear will you learn” I snapped out of it as my eyes turned behind me. “Were you spying on me” I could hear his voice but no sign of him. It’s clear he was toying with me; this was a thrill to hurt me and make me fear him. “Spying, that word sounds so common, now if you asked If I was observing you then the correct answer would be indefinitely” the voice became closer as I flinched. I turned left and right, backing away as the voice became closer. “Observing and spying is the same thing” he was getting closer I could feel it, but where is he, where!

My body shivered in adrenaline as I fell backwards towards his grasp. “Such a clumsy girl aren’t you” I looked up, I was staring at the devil and his eyes spoke of evil. “You do have loud footsteps don’t you, I always forget how easy it is to kill your kind” I could tell just by that smile, it was the kind a killer would have to taunt their victims. “Just so you know I came out here for peace and quiet” I looked up towards the moon, it was like in this moment the moon was my only comfort. “Ah, indeed it’s the only time we can truly show ourselves” the moonlights rays shined through onto the castles cobblestone. Aro held my hand and once again scanned my thoughts, has this guy ever respected anyone’s privacy. I could see his features change from amusement to curiosity, memories of speeches and thoughts were flashing my mind.

“So, it appears my dear brothers have been busy trying to woo you” he sounded excited “competitiveness is my favourite kind of enjoyment”. I could see his expression change into one of softness and not the kind that’s romantic “y/n, may I ask your hand for a dance, no tricks I swear” I knew deep down he was lying. “You’re a terrible liar, tell me how badly do you wish to see me tortured, see my crimson blood rot on the floor” my hand intertwined with the cold vampires fingers.

He laughed lightly at my dark sense of humor, “quite a lot my dear”. I couldn’t help but scoff of course he wished to see me dead and now here I am waltzing with him. We turned slowly; it wasn’t romantic of course, how could it be knowing he would kill me at any moment. I should’ve listened to Marcus; he knew what his brothers were like it just so happens this man right here dancing with me was the smartest and most dangerous out of them.

I spun and twirled around in the moonlight; the cobblestone seemed lighter than usual. “In honesty you’re probably wanting to see me more then dead, you want to lock me away, bite me, torture me, see my body rot and…

Possess my existence”.

He could hear my thoughts right I mean he was holding my hand “but it’s not about me, it’s about my power isn’t it, all you’ve been obsessed over is power well one day you’ll die and no longer will you cease to exist.”

He twirled me aggressively, his expression changed.

“I will win and for once you will lose power, I’m the heir to your throne and that’s your fear, death”.

I felt my hand becoming crushed, his grip was so strong I was scared it would crush my bones. He was so focused on my thoughts it was like for the first time he felt fear, fear he would die. I stood up trying to ignore the pain while my eyes were tearing up from the pain. “ha” he muttered; his grip lessened once he came back to reality. I heard his mirthless laugh, I was confused but he whispered “well, certainly an interesting night and for that I bid you farewell dear y/n”. I could see his expression turn once he left my sight; I could see his expression was more of concern.

I walked back inside the castle, it was quite odd to see the main part to be marble and the rest to be made of stone. “Illusions for humans” I thought, even the nicest things can’t be touched. I walked through the castle alone, I had no where else to go and even if I die it would be painless. My eyes had turned to see Marcus staring into the moonlight, he was motionless “you truly are fascinating child”. I could tell he was awaiting me to say something “In fascinating you mean just a girl trying to survive, then yeah what a world” I sighed placing my palms to my head.

“Perhaps or your foolish” he didn’t even turn; my eyes noticed the strange surroundings. “You’ll die eventually” his hand reached into the moonlight “or you’ll blossom into something strange”. “So I await your next cunning plan child” I cringed “my names y/n you know, I’m not a child-“.

“But your mind is like one, you haven’t experienced many things” he finally turned, and I could see the coldness in his features. I was curious “may I ask, what is it you long for”. He didn’t speak for a moment; his gaze was caught staring into the moon. “Death” his mouth moved from his still stature.

The moment he closed his eyes, all he could see was an illusion, a memory, a picture of her body.

“la morte mi prende”

I recalled the moment he turned to me looking rather sad and not just his usual appearance, like true sadness. “Your still young y/n don’t allow my brothers to take something precious away, not until you’ve experienced the moments” he muttered.

I was in utter shock, my mouth stayed opened and yet no words left me perhaps he was right. My mind felt distant perhaps because I have never heard of something so philosophical. “I think death may sooner” I pressed my hand over my beating heart “I am really immature aren’t I, I am grateful for one thing; however, my life and my family” I slowly smiled.

I could hear his footsteps slowly creep toward me; he pressed his lips briefly on my forehead as I lightly grabbed my shirt. I couldn’t help but blush, it felt odd, but my feelings went into a frenzy. The emotions this kiss held, I felt warmth.

He tried to protect me and guide me, I sympathized with him the most it. I couldn’t feel any coldness unlike my first kiss. I stared up into his crimson eyes, despite him being old I felt comfort within him. My hand touched his cheek, was it too soon? Was he not ready? Mabey I’m making a mistake?

My thoughts were circling but I didn’t care because my heart felt something. My lips softly touched his, I couldn’t overcome the emotion I felt because I needed him, his comfort, his existence.

I leaned in closer, I wanted to experience the warmth he once had. He hesitated at first but soon fell after, however he pulled away.

Her eyes were full of life, full of colour, such as humans were but could I really sacrifice the love I once had. My heart will always belong to you my dear, I awaited death once before however y/n changed that. 

Perhaps I should vow to protect her, vow to let her see her parents again.

Very well, I suppose a purpose is a part of it.

I vow to let y/n see her parents again.

Once she’s experienced those moments, seeing her death, it’ll be peaceful.

I pulled away, my hand caressed him, and yet he no experienced no emotion. “My dear child I vow you shall see your parents”. I swore just then he smiled a little, I somehow gave him happiness, a purpose.

So, my heart was full of hope once more, how many vampires did I snog was it one? Two? Oh, who knows I might kiss a troll next.

anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta 💫

Writing requests: open

[greensaplinggrace]

What Is There To Celebrate About the Darkling? (Part 4)

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He’s calculating but impulsive. Gentle yet firm. Stubborn and adaptive. Just a real mess of contradictions that makes him all the more interesting.

He loves nature. He loves the forest.

Fond of luxuries and nice things. After growing up as he did, I think he deserves them.

Very socially awkward. Introvert just trying his best. Anything that isn’t manipulation and therefore something he’s planned in his head is just a social train wreck waiting to happen.

The way he pushes up Alina’s sleeve when they first meet. This man had zero compunctions about acting completely unprofessionally in front of his soldiers and I think that’s very sexy of him.

He’s constantly tired and exasperated with the people around him.

The way he says “quiet” with the softest voice imaginable and a room full of laughter instantly goes silent.

He had no interest in Elizaveta even though she was utterly obsessed with him and I think that’s hilarious.

Elizaveta: I have a plan to resurrect the Darkling Everybody Else: Oh the Darkling is so evil for trying to come back! The Darkling, who just wants a nap and is sick of this mortal bullshit: Why am I even here? This is such a pain in the ass. I should have killed Elizaveta when I had the chance.

How he asks if Alina “will have” his name like a man proposing.

Has his bedroom attached to the war room.

Constantly checking up on Alina just to know how she’s doing. Never pushing her beyond her limits as she’s training.

Very creative with his shadows and the extent of their abilities. So many of the ways he uses his powers are genius.

His ending in RoW is a tragedy and an injustice. He deserves better.

This old man pouting at Alina in episode seven as he says “please, I just want to talk to you 🥺”

There is a black kefta made for Alina after like two days in the Little Palace. He really was already planning their entire immortal futures together as Mr. and Mrs. Starkov wasn’t he?

His bed is covered in maps and notes when he’s plotting how to find Alina. Also before that, the way he’s poring over the notes at his desk and giving orders is 👌🥵

Him acting like a real General at all is simply amazing.

The fact that he trusts Luda with his life. That they have a whole intimidation routine set up around him purposefully getting himself fatally injured knowing she’ll heal him.

He looks like a vampire in the show and a fae in the books.

His favorite ABBA song is probably “Lay All Your Love On Me.”

Looks composed but that’s only a façade. Is actually an unhinged feral terror of pain and misery.

That scene where he tells the king she will remain in the Little Palace to train undisturbed and he puts his foot down. ON THE RED CARPET. the king’s carpet. and uses a commanding voice that’s just on the edge of an order…I’m surprised he didn’t get flogged for that. IMO nothing conveys the fine line he walks with those in power while wielding his own like this scene. Literally he should just be celebrated for this alone.

“‘Why won’t you leave me alone?’ I whispered one night as he hovered behind me while I tried to work at my desk. Long minutes passed. I didn’t think he would answer. I even had time to hope he might have gone, until I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Then I’d be alone, too,” he said, and he stayed the whole night through, till the lamps burned down to nothing.

Trapped a bunch of Saints in the Shadow Fold like a true amoral disaster villain. What an icon.

His barely concealed amusement and half hidden smile when Alina comes to put his kefta on. The way he finds Alina utterly hilarious and tries so hard to act like he doesn’t.

That small amused smile when Alina jokes about finding Volcra hilarious. Please he’s so adorable 😭

“‘I know what you feel when you’re with the tracker,’ he said. ‘I doubt that’ He gave a dismissive wave.” - My Malarklina obsessed self, vibrating at the edge of my seat: but what does it mean?!?

Mal and the Darkling’s entire fight in the Fold: dumbass on dumbass violence.

The way he stands with his back turned to Alina when she enters his tent the first time they meet and then does the slowest Godfather turn in history. 1999/10 - points removed for a criminal lack of cat petting.

“I may lead the second army, but the king is still the king.” - the delivery of that line. the implications, the history behind it and also the foreshadowing for his plans.

That slow turn face reveal in episode one though. Like okay we get it you’re pretty alkjsdflkj

Confused Old Man Face™ whenever Mal or Alina do anything remotely defiant in his presence.

How he tells Alina to come closer and she only takes the tiniest step and he doesn’t even react.

His little head cock whenever someone says or does something that just doesn’t vibe with him.

Darklina tumblr has now convinced me that the Darkling is a cat in human form.

“You’re an amplifier,” she said. He glanced at where Sylvi was pouncing on another helpless tree, oblivious, and gave a single, frightened nod. How could he have been so stupid? He would have to tell his mother now, and she would insist that they leave right away. If word got out, they’d both be in danger. Amplifiers were rare, hard to find, harder to hunt. Their lives would be forfeit. Even if they got away, word would spread. He could already hear his mother’s voice: Foolish, careless, callous. If you don’t value your own life, show some concern for mine. Annika touched his sleeve. “It’s okay,” she said. “I won’t tell.” Panic crowded in. He shook his head. She slid her hand into his. It was hard not to pull away. He should. He was breaking his mother’s fundamental rule for keeping them both alive. Never let them touch you, she’d warned him. - 😥 I just want to give him a hug all the time.

His strangled shout when Mal tackles him off of the skiff.

His smile when he’s summoning the sun. The expression on his face when he does so. Like I know I’ve mentioned this before but damn. If you ever needed a reason to celebrate him, this would be it.

“Shame, I’ll have to give that speech again now.”

The way he flips Mal over his shoulder in the Fold after Mal attempts to strangle him.

His little lecture on the Small Science to Alina when they’re going to meet the King. Info dump.

“You make it sound so easy.” “A bird makes flight look easy. But it was born to do so.”

When Alina looks at him for guidance on whether or not to remove her veil and he gives her a small nod.

The handhold in the throne room after Alina’s demonstration is absolutely precious, but it’s in a room full of people he should be keeping up a façade for and it’s so unwarranted and yet he does it anyway, I’m-

The way he says “welcome home, Ms. Starkov,” in the most tender voice I’ve ever heard and then goes “ok that’s enough emotions for one day” and then just straight up leaves without even a goodbye.

He has his symbol?? Sewn into Alina’s kefta??? bRo???!?!

Disaster Simp never gets tired of introducing Alina to other people or talking about how she’s the best thing that ever walked this earth.

The Darkling lying: honestly

“I have devoted my life to undoing the great sin of my forebearer, but I am never seen as the solution. Only as a reminder of the problem.” Sasha you were literally the problem. What a manipulative little shit. We love to see it.

The way he closes his eyes and kisses the coin before he makes a wish at the wishing well.

“I think the Grand Palace is the ugliest building I’ve ever seen.” - I love him your honor.

This man has the most intense lines for Alina. Like straight up I would have booked it when he said “you and I are going to change the world”. But then the head grab?! “I’ve been waiting a long time for you.” He’s so intense like sir can you tone it down a bit please I am begging you.

“I shall be right by your side.” / “We can do anything. Together.” / “For us.” / “You cannot do this on your own. And neither can I” / “I want you to know my name. The name I was given, not the title I took for myself. Will you have it, Alina?” - WEDDING VOWS

That scene in the war room when Alina comes to find him and he instantly drops his guard and lowers his arms and welcomes her with a soft voice.

“Am I bothering you?” “Not at all.” - girl you could be stabbing him in the chest and you still wouldn’t be bothering him.

This whipped disaster sounds like the proudest man on the planet when he talks about how much more his enemies fear Alina over him.

His shadows react to his emotions.

“YoUr’E nOt IvAn.” asjlkdfjs god he’s so embarrassing.

Local Dark Lord Sasha offering Alina the throne after she literally tries to kill him.

He gets so jealous of Mal.

Has a great relationship with his soldiers and his men. His men trust him implicitly and believe him to be an amazing general.

When he turns around after Alina puts the kefta on him and looks flustered/has to take a breath because she’s a lot closer than he expected. The way he’s breathless and literally can’t string a sentence together because he’s so distracted by her closeness.

His jokes are absolutely terrible.

GF: *jokes about throwing herself down the stairs to get out of an event* Sasha “no thoughts head empty only Alina” Morozova: haha I’d just have my healers heal you right back up again.

How genuinely touched he is by Alina admitting to wanting to help Grisha and Ravkans.

That scene in Demon in the Woods when he notices the intricate details of the politics in the Grisha camp after one meeting with the Elders. He has the Ulle pegged almost instantly.

Born to be a leader. Born to take care of others. Born to protect. Even in Demon in the Woods he’s protecting people. Even in Demon in the Woods he’s leading them and caring for them.

The way he cups his hands around Alina’s face when they’re kissing.

This man gets so starstruck by Alina walking into the Fete that he doesn’t even excuse himself from the King’s side to go to her.

Long haired Aleksander rights!

Ok I know the wig was kind of ugly but he looks pretty with long hair and I think it would look very good on him naturally.

The way he slams his hands together in the Winter Fete scene and instantly turns the room pitch black.

Literally any times he summons shadows is a blessing and we should all celebrate him for it. They are so beautiful. On god if I ever saw his shadows in real life I would be awestruck.

He asks Mal if he’s okay when they first meet.

The pure, barely contained fury directed at the Conductor for daring to harm Alina and kidnap his Grisha.

He always has to make a grand entrance.

This man is like a bloodhound when it comes to Nina. He is very invested in finding her and I feel like that’s never really talked about.

“I know exactly how she felt. The King’s soldiers treated me the same way. Because they knew- they knew that I was more important than any of them.” - the way he says it, like it’s something he has to remind himself of in his head constantly. a justification for the way he’s been treated, the fear he evokes in others. a way to protect himself from the hurt of being ostracized and reviled. arrogance and conceit as a defense against emotional harm.

Also the way his face instantly changes after that, like he’s said too much. vulnerability. lowering his eyes. shifting his eyes. literally just everything about this scene makes me love him all the more.

Dark carriage rides up to the Crows’ hiding place. Grisha circle the area as Aleksander steps from the carriage slowly, dressed all in black, floofy cloak high on his shoulders. Villain Entrance™

Him slowly pulling a knife out of his chest like it shouldn’t have killed him is hot as fuck and also totally badass. Big dick energy.

“I’ve had enough of your lies.” “And what lies are those?” - Alina, pulling out a fifty mile long scroll of grievances: Well, for starters-

This man is literally just an Alina Starkov compliments machine.

He cares so much about the Grisha and their protection. He loves Ravka and his people so much.

He had an entire cult dedicated to him.

“They would approach him. They always did. But he felt more anxious than usual. He’d stopped trying to make friends in the places he and his mother visited—there was no point when they moved on so quickly. Now he wasn’t quite sure how to go about it.”

Save a Villain. Murder the King.

Openly admits to staging a coup like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He speaks so slowly. He moves so slowly. Everything he does has to have Purpose and Gravitas.

Theater Nerd™

He knew Nikolai for years and yet couldn’t recognize him as Sturmhond. We do stan an oblivious icon 💕

The Darkling after he gets his ass whooped in Siege and Storm: Mom can you please come pick me up? I’m scared!

He’s here to manipulate sun summoners and murder cities. And unfortunately he’s all out of sun summoners.

Would absolutely get drunk on real alcohol. This man thinks kvas is strong liquor.

Has his wrists exposed exactly one time in the most skin he’s shown all season and it’s when Alina visits him at night in the war room. WHORE!

Was too emotionally slutty and fell for Alina. RIP.

He’s passionate and cold and beautiful and hurt and twisted up in ways nobody could ever hope to understand and he’s stunning.

I would literally kill for this man 🖤✨

[witchthewriter]

Hello! I was wondering if I could get a Buffy the vampire slayer, dc (I’d love a Batfam or like within gotham ship) and marvel (I noticed daredevil characters on your masterlist could I get one from those shows) matchup? My pronouns are she/her and I’m bisexual.

Personality: I originally come off as quiet, and aloof. It can seem standoffish but I don’t mean it too I just don’t trust very easily and am uncomfortable with strangers/new environments. I am my best when I am by myself or with my closest friends. With my closest friends I’m quite open, fun and talkative especially when talking abt things that interest me. Im quite the good listener as well when it comes to my more extroverted friends. Im also introverted, imaginative, creative, individualistic, reserved, structured and picky in my own way, all sprinkled with a little bit of sarcastic humor.

Hobbies: Digital Art is probably my biggest hobby. If I could I would spend all day at home with my trusty tablet and stylus drawing with an audiobook of my favorite novel/tv show running in the background. I also love gaming and creating video games! Apart from art I absolutely love working out. I kickbox and weight lift most days of the week. Lastly I love spending time at comic book stores and coffee shops.

Interests: I work in the digital media arts and love creative coding, interaction design, and computer graphics. I think my favorite thing is that combination between the artistic and the technological.

Love language: this one is definitely acts of service.

Thank you!

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋

Thank you so so much for participating! Btw you sound literally cool asf, like I would lOVE to hear more about your kickboxing and art !!!

What each ship has in common:

⋆ Sarcastic ⋆ Charming ⋆ Leader ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Brave

𝐁𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Angel! Okay, so hear me out. I actually didn’t like Angel in the Buffy series, but I’ve started watching his show and DUDE! He’s actually a pretty cool dude. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Meeting through his travels. You actually decided to go and see LA and he realised that he knew you. 

・Very stable relationship; I think he would love that you did kickboxing and that could’ve been a part of why 

・Grinning when he comes home and you’re listening to an audiobook and drawing. He feels so lucky to have someone who likes being home as much as he does

・He would protect you with his life man, absolutely adores your very being and wants you to feel safe with him

・He is literally THE KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR BRO, like the blue print. He doesn’t expect you to do things for his benefit, nEVER manipulates anyone, and wants everyone safe and happy

・Literally living your best life with him

・Drawing his portrait secretly and when it’s done you show him as a gift. He LOVES IT SO GODDAMN MUCH

𝐃𝐂

I actually fancast Rihanna as Ivy, but there aren’t any gifs that reflect that vibe/aesthetic so I’m just gonna go with the animated one!

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Poison Ivy!!! She’s so suave, but also passionate about those she cares about. Her great love is plants, and from what we see, she will give her heart and soul for what she believes in. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・You guys so started off interacting with sarcastic comments and witty conversation. 

・She would leave lipstick kisses on your mirror, clothes, cheek etc. 

・I actually think your creativity would aid her in her schemes 

・Slow dancing <3 Playing with each other’s hands <3 

・OH GOD SHE LOVES IT WHEN YOU PLAY WITH HER HAIR, like twirl it around your fingers, braid it, brush it!!!

・She gives you this cheeky grin that absolutely drives you crazy

・Talking her out of world-ending plans

・Being friends with Harley Quinn and Selina <3 

・Learning how to make vegan food for her

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Matt Murdock! I think he would be such a lovely significant other! Can you imagine how sweet, how caring he would be? Your creative and imaginative traits would really intrigue him (I mean he is a lawyer after all...)

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・I think you guys would meet because you actually needed legal advice. Nothing major; maybe you were ticketed or speeding or it was a mistake that policeman didn’t want to own up to. 

・Either way, you nearly instantly formed a crush on Matt. I mean who wouldn’t? He’s handsome, kind, intuitive, empathetic, determined. He’s just so easy to like. 

・He would definitely come to you when he’s hurt/injured and needs patching up. 

“Matt go to a hospital! I have no formal medical training...” you had mumbled, trying your best to sew the deep gash on his upper arm. 

    “I can’t walk in like this. They’ll know who I am, what I do!” He grunted, eyes still covered my his mask. 

・Hand holding!

・Making each other tea or coffee in the morning!!

・Cheek, neck, forehead kisses!!!

・ He loves how you get along so well with Foggy and Karen. (I literally love Karen?? Idk why she got so much hate?) 

・Reading to Matt; I reckon his favourite book would be from Jane Austen???

[spellcasterlight]

Hello! I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore your Shino & Tenten stories! They are my favorite characters, so I was delighted when I discovered your stories--I can't wait to read them all! :) (I just finished "Swing To The Beat" and it was absolutely adorable!) If you don't mind my asking, what made you start writing? And do you have any tips for people who want to start writing creatively?

Hi there Valuable Vampire bat Anon! 😊

Yay! More Shino and Tenten lovers! I'm so glad you like them! I do have a fair few I can't lie!

Oh no, I'm gonna show my age/how lazy I am with this answer 😂

Under the cut for length just!

Thanks for the ask! ✨

Ao3 ✨ |Story Request Bingo Cards 📖 | Hot Chocolate ☕

"What made you start writing?"

Sheer unadulterated boredom 😂 I was sixteen in school and hated it. I jotted down random ideas on paper in school and then typed them up when I got home. I wrote some horrific Harry Potter stories back then (I dare not even think about them now!) And then, once I left school, I fell out of writing pretty quickly.

A few years later, I was maybe eighteen/nineteen/twenty. I wrote about five/six tiny Naruto stories (why I got back into it, I can't even remember) and then again didn't do anything.

Then, ten years later, lockdown happened. At the beginning of lockdown, I did other things but quickly became bored and just took up writing again to keep my brain active and fell in head first!

So yea, realistically, I've only been writing for about a year and a half, say? Just over that? 😊

"Do you have any tips for people who want to start writing creatively?"

Okay, so this is more just like things I've picked up on myself, which help me that I hope will help!

Ignore 90% of Writing Advice Posts:

Yes, I am deadly serious about this. If I read one more 'writing advice' post that boils down to a giant list of 'don't do this', 'you must do this', 'you'll never get anywhere if you don't follow these tips' I will scream.

Most 'writing advice' posts seem to want to impose rules upon rules on you before you've even started, and, to me, that kills creativity some of the 'writing advice' I've read is also just ridiculous! For example, I saw one that stated, "don't use any words that end in -ly", and I saw another that said, "don't use the word 'and' because it's lazy".

I think my brain nearly popped a blood vessel.

I think my writing has improved over the last year and a half, and you want to know how? Practice. Reading over my stuff and continuing things, I like the sound of and modifying stuff I didn't. But, on the other hand, I most certainly did not improve by reading a billion lists of do's and don't's that change depending on whoever is writing it.

In the beginning, the only thing you should want to concern yourself with is getting your ideas down on the page in any form. You can make it pretty later. Let your creativity thrive! ❤️

Jot Down Everything:

And I do mean everything. Here are a few examples from my folders of what I mean:

I think in dialogue; some people think in locations or song lyrics, but I develop my ideas through dialogue. I have a page called 'Snippets' of random dialogue that has drifted into my brain I have liked but is in no way connected to anything I currently have:

I have no idea if any of these will actually see a story yet but it's good to have them!

Sometimes dialogue will come to me that doesn't have a story yet (like what you saw on my 'Snippets' page) but points me in the direction of a story; these will get their own WIP file and will be left there until more comes to me or gets slotted into a different story:

Like, that's it, that's the WIP 😂

The more ideas you write down, even if they aren't helpful to you now, the more you have to work with later!

Get Yourself An App/Website Combo:

I go more into this in this post, but I used to use Microsoft Word, and with the way I worked, it just was so much hassle making sure everything was saved, and then copying over stuff from my phone to my laptop and back, making sure I had multiple backups in case something died. It was just so draining and stole time in just being creative.

Once I got Notion.io's website and app, my creativity skyrocketed.

YouTube Ambiance Music:

Have an issue visualising a story? Go to YouTube and put on a piece of ambient music to do with it. For example, I was recently working on a 'Hunger Games AU' story in a desert setting, so I put on a 'Desert Ambiance' video, which immersed me in the location and feelings. It was so much easier to feel the heat of the desert sun and smell the sand to put me in the right mindset. They help clear your mind and put you in the zone. Trust me, they help!

I hope that helps in some way and happy writing! 😁

[headinthestaticsky]

Sanctuary with the Enthralling Moon: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 3

Authors notes: I’ve been listening to a lot more of Bank’s music (The girl in the picture) and I’ve become obsessed with her music again... Listen to her Album  “Goddess.” if you like R&B and some Trip hop it’s great! My personal favorites on there is “Before I Ever Met You” and “Bedroom Walls” but all the songs on there are great.

Another note: I changed the plot up for New Moon, so I hope it doesn’t ruin anything for you guys.

 All rights go to Stephenie Meyer for the characters she created.

“She lives in daydreams with me

She's the first one that I see 

And I don't know why

I don’t know who she is.”

She by, Harry Styles

The annoying buzz of my phone woke me up, it had been buzzing so long that it had fallen to the floor. When I picked it up, I answered not looking at the number.

“Ugh... it’s way to early in the morning for phone calls who is this?”

“How did you find me?” 

“Jasper? What are you talking about.”

“I saw you... you where across the street from me, looking at me. You were in a white night grown.”

“Jasper... I haven’t left Forks at all.”

“H-how did I see you then?”

“I’m not sure love, I promise though... I haven’t left.”

The line went silent, neither of us knew what to say.

“So... what are you doing at your new place?”

“Well, I started attending a local college, I’m studying philosophy. Carlisle got a job at night.”

“Oh.”

“What about you? What’re you doing?”

“Oh, I’ve decided to take a year off of school. I’ve been writing stuff, painting... it’s been nice. You should see this latest painting I made, it’s massive... I’ll send you a picture when it’s done.”

“It sounds grand...It nice to hear your voice again.”

“Yeah... it’s nice to hear your voice too. You know I was thinking... going to a creative arts school sounds really good to me right now...”

“You should do it, I’ve seen some of your work... it’s incredible.”

“Thanks love... Hey, I was meaning to ask you this in the morning but, have you heard from Edward?”

“No, he isn’t living with us.”

“Well, his bright idea of breaking up with Bella was to leave her in the woods... alone... AT NIGHT. For a vampire, Edward is the biggest dumb ass I have ever met in my entire life.”

“Wow... I don’t even know what to say... How is Bella?”

“She’s a manic depressive mess, she hasn’t left her room since she got back from the woods.”

“She hasn’t talked to you at all?”

“No, she just stares out of her window... but when she does look at me she gives me looks that aren’t exactly inviting either... She still pretty much hates my guts. I don’t know what she has to be pissed off at me about I’m the one who should be giving her death glares.”

“I don’t either...”

“I still don’t want her to be like this, she’s looking bad Jazz... it’s kinda scary.”

“Listen, I gotta go, you need some sleep... I’ll talk to you later one today... I better get my photo.” Jasper demanded playfully.

“I shall deliver my love, talk to you later.”

“Love you darlin.”

“Love you too.” I hung up a second later.

It was strange... Jasper had exactly described what had happened in my dream. I didn’t recognize the area, it looked remote though. It was confusing really, how my dreams to seem to have a power in some way. I didn’t know how though, I was a human.... nothing more than human. The Cullens seemed to be following the same pattern they did here. The area being small and remote and full of woods and cloudy. Before I faded off to sleep I thought of what I could do the next day... I could visit Leah, it had been so long since I’ve seen her. I’d have to thank Sam for getting Bella out of the woods too.

Morning had come, I felt exhausted but, I knew I couldn’t stay in the house. I had to get out, it was good for me. My painting would have to wait for it’s completion. I pulled out a tight, light grey turtle neck, black skirt, and stockings since it was probably freezing outside. I went downstairs, a huge smile was plastered on my face. For some reason, it was the happiest I had ever been these past 2 days.

“What’s got you so happy this morning?” Dad asked.

I looked around, making sure Bella wasn’t in the room.

“I got a call from Jasper... it was nice. He told me started going to college this year.”

“Oh, that’s nice. Did he say how the family is doing?”

“Oh yeah, they’re good but a bit tired. Carlisle got a job but it’s at night so his sleeping schedule is all messed up.”

“Oh yeah working nights, that’s rough.”

“Hey dad, does Harry Clearwater still live at the same address?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I was wanting to see his daughter Leah, I haven’t seen her since I was a kid.”

“That’s sounds like a great idea... have some balance between Jasper and your friends.”

“Yeah, it’ll be good for me.”

“Did you hear everything that happened last night?”

“No... what happened?”

“Bella was screaming at the top of her lungs in her sleep...”

“Oh my god... that’s horrible.”

“I’m thinking about sending her back to live with her mother... she’s scaring the hell out of me.”

“It sounds like a good idea in theory dad but... I don’t she’ll leave willingly.”

“I can try, she’s in a lot of pain right now... maybe seeing her mother will help her out.”

“Maybe...”

“You better get going, the drive is kinda long down to Harry’s.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later dad, love you.”

“Love you too.”

Driving down to Harry’s house had brought back memories, just like the drive down to La Push. Hopefully this time, it would go better than last time. As soon as I pulled up Harry had come out of the house, a huge smile was on his face.

“Well look who it is, Fleur Swan... I can recognize that car from anywhere.”

“Good to see you again Harry, thank you again for helping us find Bella.”

“No problem, I’d help with dad out with anything.”

“Dad? Who are you talking to out?”

“Leah, hey... it’s been a while.”

“Fleur? Is that you? The same girl I use to push in the freezing cold water when we were kids?” Leah said, her voice was filled with shock.

“Alive and in the flesh.”

Leah walked up to me, she smiled and pulled me in for a tight hug.

“It’s so good to see you again!”

“Nice to see you to, I was thinking to myself last night it was about time I make a visit down here.”

“I’m glad you did... really I am.”

“I’ll leave you two girls alone now.” Harry said, he got back inside the house.

“We have somethings to catch up on don’t we?” Leah said.

“Yeah we do.”

“Let’s go for a walk down on the beach.”

“Sure, as long as you don’t push me into the water.”

“No promises.”

We walked in silence to the beach, it was nice though. The cool wind and ocean waves was comforting.

“So... how’s everything going?” I asked.

“It’s been better...I started dating Sam in high school but... somethings happened.”

“What? Are you okay?”

“I’ll live but, Sam started dating Emily... and they’re engaged now actually.”

“What the hell... what is wrong with him.”

“I know it’s completely messed up... Speaking of Sam, before we broke up he told me you were dating someone, he told me he was a Cullen. Is that true.”

“It depends, are you going to react the same way Sam did?”

“What did he do?”

“He grabbed me by the arms and screamed in my face, I had bruises on my arms for a solid week.”

“No, I won’t do that, I promise. I do want to rip Sam’s head off even more now.”

“Yes, I am dating one of them, Jasper is his name.”

“I won’t tell you how to live your life regarding that, just... be careful.”

“I will... I was going to see Sam after this but, I don’t think I want to now.”

“Hey, don’t stop being friends with Sam just because of me. Just because I hate his guts doesn’t mean you have to as well.”

“What he did to you was messed up Leah... I would kill someone if they did that to me.”

“Just, come around more... that’ll make it up for you being friends with him.”

“I will, I promise, you should come over to my place sometime too, I’d love to have you there.”

“That sounds great Fleur, thanks.

“No problem.”

We had spent the entire day on the beach, it was beautiful. It was nice to catch up with Leah... she hadn’t changed much. She was just hurt, she felt bitter about Sam and Emily. If I was her, I would feel the same way. We made our way back to Leah’s house. Harry was sitting on the porch.

“It was good to see you again Fleur, you should come over more often.” Harry offered.

“I definitely will, you should come down to my place too, Dad’s been itching for a hunting trip.”

“Tell him I said hi, and I’m ready whenever he is.”

“I will, bye Harry, bye Leah... It was nice to be over!”

“See you later Fleur, thanks for coming by.”

“See you later.”

When I got back home, the sun had just started to set, The lights in the living room where on so I assumed dad was up.

“Hey dad I’m home!”

I didn’t get a reply, I walked in the living room and was shocked to see Bella sitting on one of the couches.

“Bella, hey...”

“Don’t even try to talk to me.”

“What, what?”

“I know this was your fault, Edward leaving.”

“Bella are you serious right now?”

“Yes I am, you never wanted to see me happy... you’re getting what you wanted now.”

“Bella... I didn’t tell the Cullens to leave, why would I do that? You do realize Edward leaving got Jasper to leave too right?”

“Oh please, you were out with him all day today don’t even lie.”

“I wasn’t Bella, I was with Leah.”

“Really? So you haven’t talked to him at all since he left.”

“No, I haven’t.” I lied.

“Whatever... just get out of my face.”

I turned and walked away... I was surprised I didn’t snap at her. My mood was exceptional today. I went out back to see if dad was there, he was. He was sitting out back on a lawn chair with a beer, staring out into the woods behind our house.

“Hey dad.”

“Hey Petal, Harry called, he said that you really helped Leah out today.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he said she’s been pretty depressed lately and she’s been really angry too. He said that was the happiest she had been in a while.”

“That’s good... I saw Bella finally got out of her bedroom.”

“Yeah, she did. I didn’t except her to for a while, she went to school today too.”

“Oh wow, did you say anything about her going back with mom?”

“Yeah and you were right, she completely freaked out on me. She told me she was going out tonight though with her friend, Jessica.”

“Oh that’s good, she hasn’t left her room for like 4 days.”

“Has she talked to you at all?”

“No... not at all.” I lied, I didn’t want him to worry about Bella and I’s fighting for right now.

I sat out with Dad in the backyard until late tonight. When we went inside, Bella had just come back from her night out with Jessica. Bella looked like she had a crazed look in her eyes. It was kinda scary... her mood had switched so quick from earlier today. It looked like she sky dived or something.  When I went to bed, I had another dream... I was in a house this time, it was clean and stylish. When I walked into another room, Jasper was there he looked up hearing my footsteps and his eyes widened. Before I could say anything however, the dream faded to black.

POV Change: Jasper’s

I was by myself tonight, Alice, Dean, Rosalie, Esme, and Emmett had all gone out hunting for the night Carlisle was at work. I sitting in my room reading some books when I heard footsteps coming near me. I looked up, a familiar pair of dark browns eyes met mine. I was in shock, I’m seeing her again...  what is happening to me? Before I could ask her anything she disappeared in thin air.

[jerrylevitch]

Do you think or know whether Jerry ever regretted all of the affairs and sleeping around? Or if he looked back on it differently later on? I know he'd talked about it kind of jokingly, which i'm sure was a default/defense mechanism. I also get all the factors that contributed to that behavior so I don't really judge him for it, and he wasn't the only one doing it by any means...I was just wondering if you had a take on it or knew anything. Still love him, that horny little bugger lol ;)

He did feel guilty and for awhile, and he tried to be faithful to Patti in his own mind by not finishing inside the woman he was with. According to Jane McCormick:

"Jerry was almost bashful when it came to having sex, but he thoroughly enjoyed it. Still, he had a quirky way of dealing with his loyalty to his wife. He would not climax inside me, no matter what kind of sex we had."

Of course you'll see Jerry boasting about his sexual escapades and other crap like he didn't care when he was older like on E True Hollywood Story or Playboy, and GQ Magazine, but I always go back to this passage that Jerry wrote to himself and consider this the truth, because here he didn't have to put on a show for anyone, or try to look macho by saying he had all these women.

From Patti Lewis' book:

“Jerry was a master at candidly acting out personal vignettes about three areas of real life: relationships, situations, and predicaments. They form the backbone of his comedy. He nurtured many relationships and wrote volumes on how he felt. I tried to understand what he was saying, beyond the words, when I read the notes he sent me; the “I luv you’s” written across my makeup mirror at home; and the longer messages I found on my desk.” ”At times I found him five parts philosopher, one part humanist, ten parts deep thinker, one part spiritual, fifty parts comedian, twelve parts unpredictability, and twenty-one parts everything else. In 1966, one late summer afternoon, I found the following and took it to the garden to read:”

”To ask how deeply I feel is like asking, ‘Where is God?’” ”We can answer with nothing more than “if’s” and “maybe’s.” “In other words, the answers are really intangibles, yet I’m going to attempt to answer one of them to the best of my knowledge and awareness.

My feelings, where my wife is concerned, are very deep and very sacred…She is the very reason I live…for she is the only reason I know that makes living worth anything…and the boys that she produced for me are equally worth it, but one day they’ll leave and then there will be only us…

She is the first human thing that has ever cared about me or for me…Oh, there were little dogs, and little boys and a few beings that cared, but not enough that I could have survived.

It was only when she came into my life that I realized I had a life to live…I was always made to feel that I was given a case of breath out of pity…It was as though someone said, “We have plenty, give him some.” Then I knew I had to make good and be someone, or something a little better than those that gave me an occasional handout… As I got older, I didn’t much care about being better than them anymore…I just cared about staying alive and getting some degree of respect as a human thing on God’s Earth…I knew he didn’t mean to have anyone just exist…but he meant fur us all to have a meaning and a purpose. I have to try to get my thoughts put in the proper place so I can put things down that really count! Now then, if my wife was the first to care and to really treat me like a human being with love and warmth and the like…the big question is, “How could I have treated this special being as I have?” My answer that I find coming is… After so many years of being made to feel like nothing…I guess I worked on being something so much more than nothing…that I found myself making the real somethings around me nothing in the haste that drove me to be something…The responsibility of taking care of the loves I had always had made me feel like, “Why should I care for what one day will discard me anyway?” I don’t know if that’s the case, but it sounds right…and coming from someone who loves those tremendous loves as I do, it certainly confuses me, too… My constant silence, I think, has been fear…of what my love would think of what I’ve done…fear of doing the wrong thing…and losing the respect I have always felt I got from her…to be placed in the position of being disrespected and disregarded again has always knotted up my insides so badly that silence seemed the only way to avoid the possibility of rejection…very often my hiding was part and parcel of that fear…The feeling of being nothing again, or being looked at with disdain, has, for as long as I can remember, been tearing me up inside…And those tears have come out looking like torment…Well, tormented I am, and have been, and pray one day soon I won’t know the feeling anymore… My wrapping myself up so completely in my work helped for a while, but the “ego” that came across was never there…I have none. But I work desperately at displaying “ego” to cover the real emptiness I know inside… As a director I have found infinite peace…because I am to so many…an authority, a man who knows, and not someone who is treated with “pity” or “charity”…That’s the biggest reason for the love of creativity I have, for a man is free when he is creating. Not just creating “funny” by way of the mask I wear, but by making others the puppets…and making them stand out front for a change…The feeling of “behind the camera” feels safe, and warm, and special, and certain…”Out front” has been very hard and trying for me…and for the first time in my life I think I can honestly admit…I hated doing it and I still do…The happiness that seemed to appear from standing “in one” was nothing more than getting a general acceptance from a lot of people who care at the moment….But “at the moment” isn’t enough for me anymore… I need all the care I can get all the time…and I only seem to be able to get that from my love, my wife… I don’t ever want to appear “indifferent” to my wife…but that appearance, too, I think is just hoping not to be a burden and an annoyance to her...I just can’t remember ever being anything but an annoyance…and when I’m told I’m not, I can’t seem to recognize that is possibly the case. I don’t like to hide and run…I want to be free to go and do as any other man does… I know I need help…but I really believe the help will come from within…as soon as I can place things in their right positions… Admitting to “hating performing” might help me adjust sooner…Admitting the love I have for writing and direction will, I’m sure, take me out of the depths of my depression…and will ultimately take me into the realm of peace and contentment. I want to talk more, I want to communicate more…I want

to say so much, and get help from her, I want so much to scream the things that tug away at my heart and my soul…And when I try, the hurt is so strong, and deep, and festered that I clam up, and the relief I want doesn’t come… Now to bury that grief…I find someone who has equally as much or more than I so that I can be the helping hand…For if I can help, then my hurts can’t be so bad…How much trouble can I have, if I’m listening to someone else’s? And for years I made that a practice…to give of myself only to forget I needed more giving than anyone… I don’t think I have always been aware of that fact…I really wanted to share and give and be charitable…but there’s that word again…charitable…I should have known better. For “charity” was the one thing that started my life wrong.. I wasn’t entitled to charity by those people when I was so very young…I was entitled to all the love and care all little lives should get…But how long did I have to wait to realize “charity” shouldn’t deal with the ones we love…They should only get the real “love” and nothing more…and give “charity” to strangers in need…Period! (And they should be picked carefully!) I’m trying to feel “God” in me and maybe with his help we can push out the torment…and place the “alive” of a being, back where it was taken from… With it all I am a very lucky man…to have found the real, right, and perfect human being to spend my years with. I want so much to do the right thing to keep her straight and happy and healthy… When she is ill, the reaction to it isn’t any different than when the spike is forced into the vampire’s heart…it’s the only emotional thing that can kill me, and that’s when she hurts…or when I’ve caused her pain…but my intentions are never to hurt her, never to do her a moment’s pain…Never to create a frown on her lovely face…Why those things happen are a complexity to us both…And I will serve myself from here on in as a student of care and concern and caution as to how she gets treated and how I allow much of my feelings to affect her… I can only answer “God” honestly, and he knows my worth and my intentions, I have no fear of his wrath…for I know he knows I’m basically good, and fine, and honorable when it comes to my love and my soul for her… I have no guilt about what I have done thru my blindness…I only have guilt for the things I might have avoided doing…If I had just put…”First things first.” I will try! And “God” knows my heart is talking, not the typewriter.”

[spiritus-sonne]

"Celesvogel"

Details about my angel 'kintype

Honestly, I expected to wait at least several weeks, if not months, before making this writing, as I figured I’d have to do so much introspection and a lot of letting the thoughts just sit and simmer for an extended time before I would feel at all confirmed about saying I have a sixth ‘kintype. But I also realized that I can trace back feelings and experiences of this ‘type for over twenty years and I’ve actually been thinking on and off for the past few months what kind of alterhumanity I experience in regards to angels, especially since angel-hearted just didn’t seem to fit enough (though I may be angel-hearted, too, or it could just fall under the larger “monster-heartedness” I experience in relation to animalistic humanoids). Once I actually stopped to question why I wasn’t ever considering myself to have an angel ‘kintype and realized my reasoning basically came down to it “being too symbolic” in origin and that now I don’t see that as a valid sole reason to exclude it as a ‘kintype, a flood of thoughts came in and occupied my mind for the better part of a day relating to this angel aspect and why it may be a ‘kintype for me.

I did question if it’s really even an integral, deep part of myself and my identity and I realized the experiences I’ve had that provide a “yes” in answer to that. This is rather different than the processes I went through to figure out my other ‘kintypes (as either what kind of animal/creature they are or in just verifying to myself whether they were ‘kintypes or something else), but I feel like I sort of ‘blocked off’ part of my angel self, I created a kind of dam from recognizing it as the level and type of aspect it now seems to have always been, or at least developed into many years ago. Sure, I fully admit I could be wrong about this and maybe months or years down the road I will change my mind and realize this aspect isn’t a ‘kintype. But for now, I feel comfortable and good about believing it is a ‘kintype.

Because this kind of angel is so different from how most angelkin describe being such, even though it does hold notable similarities to popular and historical concepts of angels, so I’ve decided to coin my own ‘species’ term for it: celesvogel (based on celestial and the German word for bird, “vogel”). Heck, I already coined a species-specific term for my vampire ‘type and theropod ‘type, so this is basically right in line with that and allows me to more easily specify what kind of angel I’m talking about in my writing. Although it does seem to be largely based on my personal symbolic associations with the concept of angels, the experience itself is more than just symbolic. I’ve put together information about celesvogels based on my experiences and on, essentially, noemata I have of them--an intuitive knowledge that I pieced together through questioning different attributes and such of them.

I read what various other angelkin described as being the main attributes of what makes angels actually angels and found that though I related to and agreed with some of it, there was a lot I didn’t. In particular, most of them I read had largely Abrahamic, especially Christian, concepts of angels which I don’t connect with. I do not view celesvogels as being “servants of a monotheistic God”, or probably to any deities--they aren’t servants, at least not as followers in service to something. They don’t act the way they do because a higher power commands them to, they do it because that is how they are mentally and instinctively wired to act. They do hold some similarities in mind to that of humans, but they are far from mentally (let alone in body or power) being humans and shouldn’t be thought of as needing to act in a way that is “more human”. Due to their total lack of want, need, or ability to reproduce (they don’t have reproductive organs, for one, nor any other means to reproduce), I deciphered that they are probably created by some form of deity or other powerful entity, but not in the sense to be servants to that entity. Rather, they fulfill a purpose intended by the deity through their acts, behaviors, and instinct because that is just how they are as creatures, even without them having any knowledge or concept whatsoever of that particular deity or any deities, let alone them having conscious knowledge that what they are doing is specifically because a deity *wills* it. They are as much servants of a deity as whatever organism, including humans, are servants to evolution. They don’t act as they do because they are commanded to, they do it because it is in their inherent nature.

This, however, makes the concept of their free will kind of grey. I feel like they do have the ability to make at least some choices freely while others they do because that’s just how they are wired and they don’t even have the want to go against them. Again, this goes back to what I mentioned earlier to not try to “humanize” them--just because extensive free will is so important to us as humans, that doesn’t mean it holds the same weight for all creatures, and that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. A creature doesn’t have to be oh-so human mentally and behaviorally in order to be “valid”, let alone good or even helpful. I feel that, ultimately, they still choose to make the actions they do toward or about a charge or whatever is in their stewardship--they still have to balance complex situations with questions of morals and ethics, including in ways that, honestly, I don’t fully understand right now--I feel I am part celesvogel, not fully one, when it comes down to it. Their actions have consequences, whether good, bad, or otherwise, and the actions of their charges have consequences, too, which the celesvogels have to weigh what to do or not to do. They have the ability to think and reason, and to learn from circumstances. To my understanding, they can’t “fall” since that would kind of go against what I described above.

The concept of angels as messengers of the divine doesn’t resonate to me for celesvogels, at the least not in any kind of direct sense of being messengers. Again, technically they may ultimately be tools, instruments, of a divine being to do whatever work it sees fit, and through that they could be seen as ‘delivering divine messages’ to their charges. Their duties involve things like stewardship to things, such as environments and ecosystems, as also being guides and/or guardians to charges (whether human or not), and even act as inspiration/creative muses. I also wouldn’t really call them warriors, but they can be very determined and fierce, especially when it comes to protecting something or someone. They aren’t mindless creatures of instinct either, nor are they devoid of emotion and personality--they have a spectrum of emotions, and such helps them bond further with and protect their charges, and they each have their own particular personality. I don’t think they have things like rank/hierarchy, including archangels, though they seem to have different roles based on the particular kind of duty they are doing (sentry, caretaker, guide, steward, etc.) that can vary over the course of their lives. Celesvogels also aren’t “fluffy” in what they do--they aren’t perfect beings, nor are they totally benevolent, and if anything they act as helpers and possibly balancers.

In regards to their bodies and appearance, they have incorporeal bodies rather than physical ones and have mental and spiritual abilities to allow them to communicate with physical beings. They are also capable of flight. I’m unsure what their forms would look like, beyond having feathered, bird-like wings on their backs, though I tend to think they have some level of shapeshifting ability--to what extent I don’t currently know, but their body form except for their wings seems to me almost arbitrary and not a big part of who, what, and the way they are. I think they aren’t particularly social with one another either and they are totally asexual and aromantic. Gender is also either null to them or fluid in the sense of changing based on shifting their forms. They also sometimes vocalize in what sounds like song--kind of like language-less choir singing. Perhaps they do it as one form of communication with their charges or even for the sake of self-expression.

Even though I don’t consider celesvogels to be “warriors” proper, I feel like they were still fierce protectors against incorporeal threats and with that they at times wielded swords or perhaps other melee weapons to use. I sometimes feel like I should be skilled in some kind of melee weaponry, and can feel the weight of a sword or some other weapon from my hand or sitting across my shoulder along with some objects evoking that sensation more when I hold them. I don’t feel remotely similar about ranged weapons, especially guns, and have retained a strong preference in fighting games toward using certain kinds of melee weaponry (particularly fond of the “Soul Calibur” game series). I remain unsure for now about whether celesvogels would receive any weaponry or fighting training or if they would just have innate knowledge of good ways to fight. I know when it comes to me in fighting games I am a button-masher who doesn't take time to think carefully about the opponent's moves and blocking or parrying them, but this is probably a lot because of my slow cognitive processing, so I actually can't think fast enough to react to the opponent's moves properly. I would like to think I could think and react faster as an actual-in-body angel. This weaponry aspect is also why the few original characters I have are wielders of melee-style weapons even though they live in a time similar to our modern era of technology and advanced guns. Though I don’t have the money nor great enough reason to seek out training to use some kind of melee weapon in real life.

Also on the subject of my OCs, my main one possesses some qualities of celesvogels. Actually, one of her names is “Angellore”, which was based on a Tristania song of the same name in which I first envisioned her. She’s a shapeshifter with a human, partially human, and fully nonhuman form, and she is a mix of human, domestic cat, and crow. In her partially human form, she has white (or mainly white) feathered wings on her back, a cat’s tail, claws, pointed ears, fangs, some feathers on the upper portion of her face, and solid black eyes. She wields a bladed staff and sharpened sais as her weapons. Angellore is also able to fly in that partially human form and is basically an “airbender” (to borrow a term from the “Avatar: The Last Airbender” universe). But it’s really just certain aspects of her personality and behavior, and the mix between feline, avian, and human which make her feel kind of “angelic”-based to me, especially a similarity to celesvogels in particular. My own experiences in being angel are marked by a similar such mix of avian, human, and other creature (perhaps feline--I already experience that from my cat theriotype and from my vampire ‘kintype, so it’s too hard to decipher currently); a blend of human and nonhuman animal.

Knowing all this, I honestly don’t even think these beings ever actually existed in this realm/universe, but heck, perhaps they could have or do. For me, this is a psychological experience, like my other ‘kintypes. As I have read and skimmed over various posts and forum threads about angelkin I feel a lack of a sense of belonging amongst them, for the most part. I can’t relate to the religious nor deity-based things, but even still, I’ve never actually found a notable sense of belonging in the therian and otherkin communities either, despite my care for them and irregular activity within them (I’ve always mostly lurked rather than been active). It’s interesting though that both my vampire and angel ‘types in some way keep me connected to the therian and otherkin communities--through my vampire ‘type I get times of being filled with wanting to have more of a voice and confidence in myself, and through angel I feel like trying to help others in some significant way.

[thiswasinevitableid]

Could you do an Indruck (or OT4 because you got me into the whole pairing :) ) NSFW ghost prompt? Go nuts, I just love your writing and I trust your creative vision.

Here you go! I went with the OT4. And I’m so glad you like that pairing!

The kitchen box is half-unpacked when there’s a knock on the door. Duck figures it’s the take-out he ordered, so he’s surprised to see a tall guy in nice jeans and short-sleeved dress shirt decorated with Jackalopes. Unless the Thai place uses male supermodels as delivery boys, this isn’t his Pad Thai. 

“Uh, hey, what can I do for you?”

“I’m your downstairs neighbor, so I wanted to come up and introduce myself. I hope I’m not interrupting dinner.”

“Nope, still waitin on it. Nice to meet you, name’s Duck.” He holds out his hand and Mr. Gorgeous shakes it. 

“Joseph. Oh, um, here” he produces a small greeting card with a sea monster on it, “welcome to the neighborhood.” His pocket rings, and so he excuses himself, hurrying down the stairs with his phone to his ear. The card contains a gift certificate to the coffee shop on the corner. 

They don’t cross paths again right away. It’s more that Duck will move Joe’s packages into the main hall rather than leave them on a rainy porch, and Joe delivers Pinecone the cat back to him after she slips out the door and down the stairs while Duck wrestles his keys. 

As it warms up, they use the pool around the same time each day (which is how Duck learns Joe’s had top surgery, same as him), and start talking more in the lobby when they see each other. He learns Joseph works for the FBI in the UP, the agreement being he can make X-files jokes as long as Joe gets to make Smokey the Bear references in return. The way Joseph laughs, water streaming down his honest-to-god defined abs as he pulls himself onto the edge of the pool, makes Duck glad he’s never seen a boyfriend coming or going from the other mans apartment. 

Tonight, he’s done helping Joe get all his groceries up the stairs in one go, and decides to go for it. 

“Hey, uh, Joe? You doin’ anythin tomorrow night?”

“No.” He studies Duck’s body language and gives an encouraging smile. 

“In that case; wanna get dinner?”

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“I think this building is haunted.”

Duck, head still resting on Joe’s chest after jacking him off as thanks for an excellent blowjob, laughs, “That’s some interestin pillow talk you got there.”

“Are you that surprised?”

“No, you fuckin nerd.” He nips his collarbone, shifting so they’re each on their sides, facing one another, “for real though, why do you think we got ghosts runnin’ around?”

“At first I thought I was imagining it, or that I felt like I was being watched because the cases studies I was reading put the suggestion in my head. Then things started moving around the apartment, and now and then I swear I hear people whispering. I tracked the sound one day and it was coming from the wall that looks out onto the street. No one was down there, and if it were the result of an echo or strange acoustics, I’d notice it more.”

“Huh.” Duck pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“Still, I’m not ready to say for certain that it’s haunted. That kind of thing requires concrete evidence that I just don’t have. Sorry, shouldn’t talk shop when I have a, um, guest.” He wiggles back into Duck’s space, kissing him gently, and Duck forgets what they were talking about.

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He knows Ouija Boards are a dodgy investigation tool at the best of times, but today he came home to find all his laundry folded when he had, much to his chagrin, had to leave it in the bag in a rush to get to work. 

No one has a key to his place. Which means whoever did that had another way in. 

He clears his throat, “If there is a ghost or other supernatural entity in the apartment with me, I wanted to say thank you for putting my clothes away.”

Nothing but his own creeping humiliation, then a slight chill across his face. The planchette moves

U.R. W.E.L.C.O.M.E

“HAH!” He whoops, “I was right! My apartment is haunted. Okay, um, spirit, do you have a name?”

B.A.R.C.L.A.Y

“It’s nice to officially meet you, Barclay. You’ve been spending a lot of time around me.”

Y.E.A.H S.O.R.R.Y

“You don’t need to apologize, I don’t mind it. You’re not malevolent, and if this was your apartment when you died, I can’t very well get mad at you for hanging around. Are you able to become visible?”

YES

“Is there, um, a reason you’ve never materialized around me?”

D.I.D.N.T W.A.N.T T.O S.C.A.R.E Y.O.U

“You won’t, I’m a professional. And I’m curious about the person I’m sharing my home with.”

The planchette trembles, unsure of it’s direction at first. 

S.H.Y

That explanation never occurred to him. 

“That’s alright. If you ever change your mind, know you don’t have to hide on my behalf.”

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“Barclay, even I can tell that was an invitation to interact with him. What more are you waiting for?” Indrid cocks his head. 

“Maybe he’s just trying to appease me because he’s scared of ghosts?”

“Those ‘paranormal romances’ on his shelf suggest otherwise.” Indrid touches Barclay’s cheek. They’re in the wall, their shared nature meaning they can see, hear, and touch each other without trying, “dearest, you’re clearly fond of him, and he’s eager to meet you.”

Barclay’s beard scratches his palm, “Yeah, I know. I’m just...I like to take things slow and, uh, I guess this is no exception.”

Indrid chuckles, dryly adds “Yes, I recall how long after propositioning you it took for you to practically bang down my door.”

“Okay, hot little art punk who literally asked me if I wanted to see what his tongue piercing felt like on my dick is the exception.” He kisses Indrid’s cheek before drifting away. 

Indrid floats up into his former apartment, now occupied by Duck Newton. He spends most of his days on the couch while Duck is off at work, watching T.V or reading or, increasingly, playing with Pinecone, the only being he’s materialized for in some time. He’s been content to never alert Duck to his existence, but yesterday he overheard him remaining skeptical at the idea of the building being haunted, much to Joseph’s disgruntlement. Indrid’s as well; Barclay isn’t the only one who finds Joseph attractive and charming. 

So he thinks Duck deserves some low-stakes haunting of his own. 

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Duck’s having a hell of a week. The hinges on his cabinets must be going, because they keep falling open, his router keeps getting unplugged (probably by Pinecone), and no matter how he insulates, there’s a chill in the living room. 

Worst off all, when he pulled the fridge away from the wall to see if it was to blame for the cold spot, it revealed a hole into the wall that is just big enough for Pinecone to get into. Which she did, last night, and will not come out no matter what he tries. 

When he walks into the living room after work, his brain stalls out. The good news is, Pinecone is no longer in the wall. 

The bad news is she’s floating at a fixed point four feet about the floor. 

His cat notices him, mrrps, and lands on the floor. All Joe’s talk of ghosts suddenly feels very real and points at one conclusion.

“Holy shit” he picks up the black and brown ball of fluff, “my cat’s fuckin’ possessed.”

“Not quite” the voice in his ear is quiet, lilting.

“JESUSFUCK.” He spins to face an invisible interloper, Pinecone firmly in his arms. 

A smile, and only a smile, appears a fear inches above his eyeline, “Do you still doubt the building is haunted?”

“Wh--motherfucker, you’re Joe’s ghost and you decided to talk to me? To what, make a point?”

“Yes and no. Yes in that I wanted you to stop doubting my existence. No in that Barclay is the former resident of Josephs’ dwelling. I am a former resident of this one.”

The implications of there being a ghost dedicated to his apartment hit him like a train, “Have you just been hangin around me since I moved in, watchin my every move?”

The smile wavers, “Nono, nothing so alarming. I usually come here when you’re at work, or spend time with Barclay in the spaces between walls and worlds. That’s, ah, not to say I haven’t been in the armchair while you were watching T.V on the couch, but in my defense you have very interesting taste in documentaries.” The ghost notices Duck’s alarm, and the smile fades from view, “I apologize. It was rude of me to be in your space without permission. Space is a much more malleable thing when you’re a ghost, but that is no excuse.”

“I mean, yeah, it’s fuckin creepy.”

Pinecone jumps from his grasp, winds herself in a circle around what must be ghostly legs. 

“But uh, my cat likes you. And she can be skittish. I, uh, worry about her gettin lonely on days when I work late. So you can hang around when I’m out. But other’n that we gotta play by vampire rules; you don’t come into my space unless invited. Deal?”

The smile flickers back into view, “Deal.”

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Joseph, all too aware of his own perfectionist nature, tries to avoid jealousy. It only ever serves to poison him against others and his own fragile inner being. 

But lord almighty is he jealous that Duck got a verbal, physical visit from his specter, Indrid, while Barclay doesn’t so much as whisper in Joseph’s vicinity.  It had been hard to be envious in the moment, because he was too excited by the news, to the point that he climbed into Ducks lap and started kissing him because all his adrenaline needed an outlet. 

Then Duck had frozen, asking if he thought the ghosts would watch them hook-up. Joseph pointed out that Indrid had promised to only visit when invited and Barclay was polite, so odds were good they were truly alone. He kept the fact that Duck’s suggestion made him instantly hard to himself.

(Duck picked up on it anyway, if the jokes about Ghost and the supremely satisfying make-out session were anything to go by).

He’s making fried rice for dinner, is mid-way through chopping green onions when his phone buzzes. A glance over his shoulder reveals it’s not a work call or an emergency. Suddenly, something cold and strong grips his right hand and there is, without a doubt, a human frame pressed to his back. He can’t move his hand, follows the line of his knife and sees the next chop would have caught his finger.  

“Barclay?”

“Yeah. Sorry I, uh, just didn’t want you cutting a finger off.” The hold on him disappears as that baritone drips down his spine. 

Joseph turns just as Barclay comes into view; he’s taller than Joseph, a rare thing given he’s six-foot, with shaggy brown hair and a short, coppery beard. Full lips and brown eyes round out the face that is straight from Joseph’s fantasies.

“Wow. Um, I mean, thank you for saving me a trip to the emergency room.”

“No problem.”

Drawing on years of training, he tries to keep the other man talking, “Were you just passing through?”

“Kinda. This is gonna sound weird but, uh, I loved cooking when I was alive. Sometimes I like to be close by when you’re cooking so I can get some of the sensations again.”

Joseph steps to the side, gesturing to the cutting board, “Do you...want to help me make dinner? If you can interact with my body, you should be able to prepare veggies no problem.”

Barclay hesitantly steps to the counter, shakes his head when Joseph offers the knife, “I have to dematerialize first. Being visible and being solid take so much energy that I can only do one or the other.”

“Fascinating. Just, um, I hope I get to see your face again.”

Barclay disappears, and a half-second later an invisible hand squeezes his arm, “Think I can manage that.”

Barclay joins him for dinner regularly after that. Duck recovers fairly quickly to Joseph’s spectral assistant, especially when Barclay makes him french onion soup. Joseph suspects Duck is also getting used to ghosts in general, since more than once he’s knocked on the door and walked in to find the ranger conversing with Indrid (though Indrid insists on remaining dematerialized). 

Tonight it’s just him and Barclay, and Joseph is busy sticking his foot in his mouth.

“I’m sorry, that’s a rude question-”

Barclay chuckles, “Not really, it’s kinda the first thing everyone wants to know about ghosts, right? Why we’re here? Short answer is, uh” he sighs, “I had a heart condition but not the time or money to get it checked out. Fucking thing failed me one Sunday morning at that was it. Poor Indrid found me. We had a casual thing going and he had a key to my place. Came to check on me when he heard me hit the ground.”

“Oh Barclay, that sounds awful for you both.”

“Yeah, death isn’t my fave.” Barclay lays down, disappearing so his head can rest properly in Joseph’s lap. The agent feels around until he finds soft hair, petting it as Barclay continues his story.

“At first I thought my unfinished business might have to do with Indrid. But when he died pretty soon after, I kinda figured it was more that when I died, the direction I went was the ‘become a ghost’ one and not, like, the ‘rest in peace’ one.”

“Do you wish you could move on? Because I have access to a lot of classified occult information.”

The head under his hand turns, the direction of the motion suggesting Barclay is looking up at him, “Gotta be honest, lately being a ghost has gotten way more interesting.”

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It takes two drawers before Duck finds where he put the AAA batteries. The package is already open, and when he gets to the living room his Carbon Monoxide detector is floating, back removed as fresh batteries click into place.

“Damn, ‘Drid, the thing just started beepin about it’s low battery.”

“Such things cannot be delayed. Trust me.”

“....Oh fuck, is that what got you?”

The detector slips back onto it’s wall mount, “Yes. I, I was always so careful, trying to prepare for every possible disaster. When Barclay died I, ah, I found it harder to do daily tasks. One of those was replacing the batteries in this” a plastic tap, “the low-power beep kept bothering me, so I detached it, planning to fix it in the morning. Then the next morning, and the next, and so on. Well, I put it off one too many times. A mundane, pointless death if there ever was one.”

Duck sets the battery package on the table, opening his arms. Cold fingers cling to the back of his shirt as Indrid hugs him. Duck does his best to soothe the ghost, rocking them subtly in a way that works wonders on his living friends. 

“Thank you” spectral eyelashes flutter against his neck as Indrid burrows against him. They say nothing else, staying in the embrace until Pinecone pads over and demands dinner.

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Duck just means to drop off the books he borrowed from Joe, finds the door unlocked and figures the other man is home, probably cooking or yelling at a bigfoot hunting show.  When he doesn’t see him in the living room, he pokes his head down the hall. 

It takes a moment for his brain to process what he’s seeing. By the time it does, he’s already backing out the door. 

Okay, he just walked in on his sorta-boyfriend getting railed by a ghost, face buried against the bed, moaning while a cock he couldn’t see spread his ass open over and over again. That’s fine, that’s completely fine and not hot at all, he’s just taking his pants off in his living room for unrelated reasons. 

“Ah, Duck?” 

“Fuck!” He looks around, trying to work out where Indrid is and how much he can see.

The couch cushions shift, “I apologize, I thought you were out running errands.”

“S’okay” He pulls his hand out of his boxers, “I, uh, I was just, uh, tryin to, uh…”

The ghost waits patiently for him to come to the truth.

Duck sighs, slumps down on what he’s pretty sure is a free spot, “Walked in on Joe and Barclay.”

“I see. Does it bother you?”

“No. I, uh, kinda got the sense they were into each other, and we ain’t exclusive.”

The smile appears next to him, invisible fingers tracing up his arm “Does it do something else to you?” 

“Indrid, please I already got the weirdest fuckin boner right now.”

“And I am offering to help. I know I often joke about sharing Barclay’s taste in men but…” a light, chilly kiss on his cheek, “I share Joseph’s as well. I would very much like the chance to show you what I mean.” The fingers and lips teasing his skin cease their touches; space to refuse that Duck appreciates. 

“You know what? Fuck it” Duck works his pants the rest of the way off, throws his boxers after them, “get on your knees, sugar, and show me what you mean.”

“Ooh, I get a pet name!” Indrid claps, excited, rests his hands on Duck’s knees after he spreads them. Duck tracks his position by his smile, is unprepared for how strange it feels when it dives between his thighs. He’s used to Joe, all hot breath and enthusiastic precision. This is like the time an ex tried using an ice cube but way, way better, the chill heightening the sensations rather than numbing them. 

It’s also teasing, and he grunts, tipping his hips up, “‘Drid, please.”

“Patience, sweetheart, I haven’t done anything like this in years, I intend to take my time.”  A playful tongue drags up his dick. 

“Sugar, I’ll let you do this every day for a week, figure out how to give a ghost a fuckin hand job, anythin, but if I don’t cum soon I’m gonna combust. So get that cute little mouth where it belongs and suck my dick.”

The smile sharpens, “Make me.”

He threads his fingers into Indrid’s hair, shoving him forward. The ghost moans, tongue working across his folds in rapid swipes. Curious, he tugs on the soft strands and a messy purr vibrates up his dick.

“Someone like it rough?”

He feels the responding nod. Tightens his grip, “Then fuckin suck it like I told you too, sugar.”

Cold lips envelope his dick, Indrid moaning as he sucks. One hand rubs what his mouth can’t attend to, but the other leaves Duck’s knee right before Indrid’s whimpers grow shorter.

“That’s it, get off while I fuck your face, fuck, Joe’s really onto somethin with this paranormal shit, you’re so good sugar, fuckme that’s good. C’mon” he jerks his hips, orgasm building mercifully fast, “make me cum, like that, right fuckin there ohfuck.” He cums, feet scuffing on the rug. Indrid’s moan turns to a gasp as he pulls away, cum making a damp spot on the ground. 

Duck pets his hair, “Sure showed me.”

Indrid snickers, turns to press his face to kiss his palm.

“‘Drid? You, uh, you don’t have to, but could I see you? All of you?”

His hands cradle air as a man forms before him; lanky and bony, hair dyed silver with black roots showing, pierced ears and lip, tattoos coating the arms that stick out from a white tank-top. He bites his lip, awaiting judgement as Duck sinks off the couch to sit with him. 

“Not gonna lie, sugar, mighty peeved you kept usin my pens and didn’t even let me see this face everyday as payment.”

Indrid blinks, then laughs, loud and relieved, “I’m glad you approve; I am not everyone’s type.”

“Sure as hell are mine.” Duck puts his hand through his knee, frowns, “wish I could hold you and see you at the same time. Be that as it may, know you’re always runnin cold. You, uh, wanna join me for a little afternoon nap?”

“Of course” he fades away, and takes Ducks’ hand.

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Duck’s never seen Joe this excited which, given that they went to a “Cryptids in Film” exhibit last weekend, is saying something. 

“Ready?” His boyfriend tightens the strap-on harness, sporting Duck’s favorite of his dicks. 

“You know it, darlin.”

Joe climbs onto the bed, makes a suave roll onto his back and pats his thighs, “Then come here. I want to see as much of you as possible while I fuck you.”

“You’re the boss, handsome.” He sinks down with a groan, slowly rocking his hips to get warmed up. 

Joe gropes his ass, growling, “Lord, look at this. Your ass is incredible, Duck, just like the rest of you.”

He dips down to kiss him in reply, messing up that dark hair and leaving a hickey on his collarbone. A chill runs up his spine and he shudders; two days ago, after the two ghosts and two humans hashed out who was dating who and what that meant, Joe admitted to a fantasy in which he and Duck were rudely interrupted by two horny paranormal entities. 

Duck kisses the corner of his mouth, grinds down with a whine, “c’mon Joe, know you can go harder than that.”

“The angle isn’t to my advantage.”

“Well then” purrs a voice from their right, “let’s remedy that.”

Duck’s pulled sideways, the momentum enough to reverse their positions and pop the toy loose.

“Now, pet, you are going to start fucking him again, and I’m going to fuck you to insure the pace is the perfect one for my dear Duck.”

The strap-on slides back in, Duck arching when it does. Joe’s hips snap forward, propelled by something other than the strength of his muscles. 

“AHlord, Indrid, yes. Is, is that good?” His blue eyes focus on Duck, who pulls him down into a kiss, panting as Indrid uses Joe to fuck him hard and fast. Then Joe’s head whips up and sideways, an invisible cock forcing it’s way into his mouth to muffle his moans.

“Fuck, that’s it babe, get me hard so I can fuck you when Indrid’s had his fill.”

“That may take some time. Never fear, I have other plans for my pet.” 

Joe squeaks, and Duck watches the muscles of his ass flex in new ways as black silicone appears and retreats from view over and over. From under him, Duck has a singularly good view of his lips stretching to accommodate Barclay, who’s busy demanding he look him in the eye when he takes his cock. He runs a loving hand up Joe’s chest, strokes the cheek not bulging with the head of a thick cock. 

“Fuck that’s hot.” His body agrees, but in spite of his boyfriends’ joint efforts and the obscene view making him wetter by the second, his orgasm eludes him. 

“J-joe, ‘Drid, please I, I’m real fuckin close but I need more pressure or, fuck, or friction or somethingfuck, hell fuckin yeah that’s it.” He pumps his hips, Barclay having freed Joe to bury his face in Ducks’ neck and put strip of the harness holding the toy where Duck can rub off on it. 

“That’s it, like that Joe, ‘Drid, fuckfuckfuckfuck” He gasps, eyes rolling back in his head as the orgasm shoots through him. It’s perfect, made more so by the knowledge that Indrid will let him bask in the aftershocks. 

Joe, however, is in for something very different. Duck is still getting his vision back when the harness takes an unceremonious flight off the bed. As he sits up, the plug takes the same journey, and he knows Joe will insist on cleaning it even more thoroughly than usual now that it’s been on the rug. 

His boyfriend is on his knees, lowering with incremental bursts of effort and jerks of his hips. When he stops with a moan, it looks as though his ass is hovering in mid-air. Phantom indentations press into his hips. 

“Very good pet” Indrid’s voice is turning breathy, “no, lean back so Barclay can fuck you raw while I make short work of this tight” Joe jolts up as Indrid bucks his hips, “little” another jolt, “ass” a final jolt before Joe tips backwards, opening his legs. 

Duck watches, mesmerized, as Joe is spread open, feet lifting off the blanket as more indents appear beneath his knees. The agent, usually so articulate, does nothing but moan at the invisible intrusion. 

“Fuckin-A, I’ll never get tired of this babe, you’re fucking dripping for me and it’s so fucking hot, how much of a fucking needy, dirty guy you are.”

Joe reaches one hand forward, trying to run his fingers up Barclay’s chest. The other extends towards Duck, and the ranger crawls so he can take it, kissing it as the indents of Indrid’s arms wrap around Joe’s lower belly. 

“I’d hold tight, dearest.”

“Why-”

Duck’s answer comes in the form of a yelp from Joe. To anyone else, it would look like the agent is trying and failing to wrestle the air. His back arches, making every sinful line of his body tense, while his hands claw at the bed and Duck’s arm and his legs bounce uselessly in the air. 

Duck peers around, careful not to bonk his head into Barclay. From here Joe is on full display, both holes stretching and twitching to take what they’re given. He wishes it was easier for him to get hard again; all he can think about is sitting on Joe’s face while the others fuck him like this, catch this sobbing moans in his skin while he’s reduced to nothing but a plaything for the paranormal. 

“Damn, darlin, you’re takin it like a champ. Maybe next time I’ll film it for ya, so you can see how fuckin hot you look getting fucked to pieces on some ghost dick.”

A louder sob of pleasure, and as he goes to soothe him with kisses Barclay grunts, “Don’t you fucking pull away, don’t care if you just came you’re fucking taking it all.”

“Do hurry up with him, Barclay. Ah, perfect, thank you.” With that, the forces bouncing Joe in the air come only from beneath him, Indrid pumping mercilessly into his ass and punching little “ah, aah, ahnns” out of him. He’s so blissed out that Duck can’t help himself, steadies his face in his hands so he can kiss him while Indrid cums with a high cry. 

There’s an “oof” as Indrid rolls Joe’s head into Duck’s lap. A hand turns Duck by his chin so he can get a kiss before Indrid becomes visible. Barclay appears at Joe’s feet, does his best to lay parallel to him and then disappears.

“You always did like to spoon immediately after.” Indrid says fondly, drifting to sit beside Duck. 

“Mhmmm” comes the rumbly reply.

“You okay, darlin?” Duck brushes the hair from Joe’s face as blue eyes flutter open. 

“Never better. Oh!” He sits up abruptly, Duck is more used to his boyfriend’s post-orgasm bursts of inspiration than the other two and thus doesn’t jump in surprise, “I found a potentially useful book at work the other day…”

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“So, uh, how long do we have?” Barclay brushes lint from his shirt, stepping outside the chalk pattern on the floor somewhat hesitantly. 

“As long as the candle burns. Which is why I bought one that can stay lit for at least ten hours.” He offers his hand and his fully visible, touchable boyfriend takes it. Indrid, having more trust in occult processes, practically leapt over the chalk a moment ago to kiss him and Duck. Joseph draws Barclay into his arms, “which is all to say: we have plenty of time for date night.”