#wont be cringy

[sexygrass]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬. | NCT

synopsis: When Samantha goes back to her hometown to collect the necessary ingredients to break a curse placed on her. only to meet the person who she witnessed him dying over and over for the past 10 centuries due to another curse - a soulmate curse -. many things happen, new feelings bloom and many die. death looms around her, but would she, the villainess find her once epic love at last? would she finally breaks the curse and cut the damn loop and have her happy ending or would she fail in saving him from her and her family's history?

genre: smut, supernatural AU, soulmate au, vampires au, werewolf au, Sub/Dom dynamics, angst, mention of traumas, mention of torture, deaths of some characters, and blood, explicit language, fluff, mature content, sadism, lots of killing, and many plot twists.

A/N: this book is inspired by the series of 

<The Vampire Diaries and The Originals.>

cast:

Guide to the Werewolves' Abilities and Weaknesses:

Guide to the Vampires' Abilities and Weaknesses:

Guide to The Originals' Abilities and Weaknesses:

Guide to The Hybrids' Abilities and Weaknesses:

1|2 |3 |4 |5 |6| 7|8 | 9 | 10

[cottelini]

They are polar opposites and yet...🖤🤍

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone^2 - Separation Strikes

"Why do I have to go?" Damian asks, surly and accent-thick, it sounds more like a demand and a whine at the same time. Sitting on the kitchen table with his arms crossed, in a green t-shirt that Danny bought him at a whim when he was at a thrift shop, and black shorts, he's never looked more like a kid. There's a little backpack leaning against the table leg, Damian begrudgingly picked it out when they went shopping.

His English has grown in leaps and bounds since Danny found him -- er, or more accurately; since Damian was spat out in front of him. -- and very little did they have to use the translator on Danny's phone these days.

Which meant one thing: Damian can start attending school comfortably now. And 'go' was the Amity Smiles Child Care Center. Danny and Jazz went as kids until they were twelve, and Mom and Dad actually managed to convince the center director to let Damian enroll for the summer.

And it was summer; Damian starts today.

"Because," Danny says, trying and failing to hide the smile pulling on his face, his heart warm and soft, and also laughing at Damian's expense; "being cooped up in the house all day isn't good for you, and you're starting school in the Fall. And, in Jazz's words: you need to have interactions with other kids your age for the benefit of your social development. And besides, it's only for the morning."

Damian's nose scrunches up, and his eyes roll so violently that for a moment, Danny thinks about joking that he'll get his eyes stuck like that. He holds his tongue; his little brother already looks like he's five seconds away from committing an act of violence.

"I don't need social interaction." Damian sneers, his cheek in his hand; a neverend pool of pride. "I am--"

"The Blood of the Demon Heir, better than everyone else." Danny cuts off, waving his hand in dismissive circles, his voice mockingly deep. Damian's brown skin darkens in embarrassment, and he scowls at Danny. "I know, bud. But Jazz is right, -- don't tell her I said that, -- you should be around kids your age."

Especially when he starts First Grade in the Fall. Honestly -- Danny was a little nervous to send him to the center. Damian's long since cut the habit of trying to kill or otherwise maim people, his palms ache-burn with gentle reminder, but his tongue was as sharp and as cutting as his sword. He still struggles with trying to quell it when he's upset. Vicious child-weapon that he once was, and will never be again.

Danny knows that it comes from a place of fear and defense, that Damian lashes out because that's what he's been taught. That at the end of the day, he doesn't really mean what he says, and he's learning to express himself better. But the other kids don't know that, and kids can be unforgiving and cruel.

Danny just...

His slow beating heart sighs, melancholy settles behind his lungs.

He doesn't want Damian to be outcasted. He doesn't want him to be alone.

Not like he was.

Damian sneers again, but says nothing, his shoulders crawling up to hide his ears like a turtle receding into his shell. Danny watches him silently, leaning against the kitchen counter with his own arms crossed. The clock hanging on the wall ticks in their ears -- it's almost time to go.

He watches Damian, careful, and so he sees it when his little brother's stone-shell pride and petulance shudders, and cracks. The darkened furrow of Damian's brows weakens, and for a moment, slants back.

Ah, Danny thinks, his own shoulders slumping. Epiphany washes over him, and his sad-heart soothes in warm understanding. So that's what it is.

His head tilts, and his hair spills over his shoulders, messy and fluffy, tickling his neck. Some of his bangs fall into his face. "Hal 'ant easabiatan ya habibi?" He asks, voice low and soft. Just as Damian's English has improved, so has Danny's Arabic. He still stumbles over himself some days, and Damian says his accent is trash, but they can have whole conversations now in Damian's mothertongue.

(Danny was incredibly proud of himself for it.)

Damian's face darkens, his blush spreading across the rest of his face, and he ducks his head down. Grown-out curls, black-brown and springy, falls over his eyes. "La!" He yells, loud and indignant, and not at all convincingly. "La 'asheur bialtawaturi!"

He was nervous. Danny can see it now, in the hunch of his shoulders and the tightness of his face, and faintly, he can feel it too. In the ecto-rich air of the Fentonworks House, it thrums, barely-there, like a hummingbird behind his lungs.

Danny can't stop the little, fond smile that forces itself across his lips and upticks the corner of his mouth. "It's okay to be nervous, little brother." He says, he sounds like Jazz when he says that. He doesn't think she'll mind him borrowing the nickname.

He pushes himself off the counter, and Damian refuses to look at him, hiding behind his hair and in his shoulders. It takes three long strides for him to reach the table, and Danny turns, plants his hands on the ledge, and hoists himself up. Right next to Damian.

Damian leans into him easily when Danny's arm wraps around his shoulders and tucks him close to his heart. He can feel his ear against his ribs. Danny hunches over him, resting his chin on Damian's head. "It's so okay to be nervous, actually. I was nervous, Jazz was nervous." He tells him, scratching the blunt edge of his nails across his scalp. "Everyone gets nervous."

"'Ana last aljumiea." Damian mumbles, as small and feeble as he was the night on the OPS Center balcony, realizing that his mom and the League weren't coming for him. Realizing that he was replaceable.

Danny's half-working heart squeezes; in grief, in rage, and his faucet eyes sting. He breathes in carefully, and presses his nose into Damian's hair in a loving faux-kiss. "You're right, you're not everyone." He says, steady and strong, because if he's not a pillar for his family, who else is he?

He can feel Damian's eyes flick up to him, and Danny smiles into his black-brown curls. Tilts his head to squish his cheek against him instead, hand dropping to thumb below Damian's lashes. "You're Damian Fenton," Because the adoption went through a few weeks ago, and he's still riding that high, "You're my baby brother. O' Artist Extraordinaire, Kickass with a Sword, Vegetarian and Wonderful Co-Ghost Hunter."

Damian tries to stifle a smile, and fails. Score! Triumph gathers in Danny's gut, his smile grows wider. He squeezes Damian tight, and only releases him so he can look him in the eyes. "And if anyone gives you a hard time at school, and I mean anyone--"

Danny has bad memories of the teachers looking the other way when the other kids were bullying him, all because he was a Fenton.

And Danny, bleeding heart, bleeding hands, loves his family more than he will ever love himself, will never let Damian experience the same injustice. Not if he can help it.

His eyes narrow, and the buzzy-film of ectoplasm covers his eyes, making them glow, "--You tell me. And as your awesome great big brother-and-technically-dad-but-only-biologically, I will handle it."

Damian, wonderfully made, full of light, his little brother Damian, giggles weakly at him. A sound that's worth it's weight in gold. The scary eyes dissipate, and Danny matches the sound with a cock-eyed, impish grin, dragging Damian into a soul-crushing, too-tight hug. The kind that only annoying older brothers can give. "Got it?"

That gets a proper, if short, laugh out of Damian. He wriggles in Danny's arms, trying to break free. But Danny does calisthenics, his arms are as big as Damian's head, so it doesn't work. "Understood, now, daeni 'adhhab ya 'akhi!"

Danny laughs, loud and bright, and loosens his hold just a smidge, only so he can adjust his grip and hop off the table with Damian still in arm.

"Never!" He crows, hoisting Damian slightly. One eye flick at the clock, and in one quick move, he secures Damian under one arm like a football, and hooks his foot under the strap of his backpack. Kicking it up, he tosses it into the air and catches it with his free hand, and slings it over his shoulder. "Now, to the car, my boy! Before we're late and Mom and Dad get charged."

Damian groans, childish and dramatic and long, but his face is all squished up with a wide grin and glee. Danny can taste his joy beneath his tongue.

"And, if my little pep talk didn't encourage you," He says, reaching the door to the garage, flipping Damian up onto his hip instead. "If you have a good day today, I'll make you bal mithai when you get back."

Like all kids at the promise of sweets, Damian's eyes widen and glitter. Danny loves seeing Damian be a kid, it's his favorite thing in the world. "I will!"

[annonnex]

I genuenly am so angry that i cant find motivation to draw cause what do you mean i just sat infront of my computer for like over 30 minutes staring at a blank canvas like its gonna do itself

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[lunarbun-ships]

i just had a terrifying self-reminder that coles voice actor follows both my main art account & my spam/personal instagram on one of his side accounts and he can actively see my cringe

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

extended ver. but i feel like it sounds not cringy only to me so u can ignore it (the sick flock tho!)

[t00tsmcgee]

Spending most of Veilguard going: "My Rook would not say THAT."

[shittywriterbrain]

me: yeah, i like this character a lot, especially their monologues

also me whenever that character opens their mouth: shut up. shut the fuck up. who asked

[butteryheart]

Maybe I need some exposure therapy to not feel anxious about dumb stuff

[sillyfriendssharingablog]

rewatching bridergton s2 bcs i cant wait for s4 that's gonna be my favorite and only one thought has been consuming my head like a virus, devouring it at it's core...

Kate and Anthony remind me so much of Tiger and Liquid.

Like in one end we have a beutiful brown woman, girlboss, sassy, competitive, values family, huge sense of dedication and sacrifice, likes animals, and has a soft side. In the other we have a british man with a lot of responsabilities, that has the personality of a sobbing wet dog that can't do anything without his wife, to whom he is endlessly devoted to.

its THEM!!!!!

they aren't enemies to lovers though, but their dynamic is identical to the Kanthony one post wedding.

now Im imagining Liquid giving her the same discourse like "you are the bane of my existence...and the object of all my desires" AAAAAH!!!

[the-tiniest-demigod]

oh my god it is actually so bad today

[note-a-bear]

We kill jokes here

[allylikethecat]

OAF Fictional!Matty might be a brat but he is having a !!! hard time !!!

his body is turning on him! hr keeps going through heats (which i barely understand how they work)! he is confused!

he is actually a sweetie and i love him and the shark plushie and he should be protected!!!

(he might be my favorite mattie rn and i will accept no criticism)

LOL OAF Fictional!Matty has been a bitchy brat his entire life - that has nothing to do with his current heat issues / omega issues 😂 that is just his personality and he is in his thirties he will not be changing- but don't worry OAF Fictional!George loves him for it and doesn't want him to ever change! He thinks Fictional!Matty being bitchy is cute.

I will admit he does have his sweetie moments though, and he *is* having a hard time. But it will get better! Eventually! It's starting to! Maybe! Or maybe not! It's complicated! But he does have his trusted beloved shark plushie at his side regardless!

I'm happy to hear that he is your current favorite Fictional!Matty and I hope you continue to enjoy him and On a Friday! I've had a lot of fun creating his character and how different he is from some of my other Fictional!Matties, plus writing him as bitchy is super fun 😂 Thank you SO MUCH for reading and sending me this ask- I'm so honored that you like OAF Fictional!Matty enough to want to protect him 🥰 Thank you SO MUCH for the continued support! I hope your Monday is going well and that you have a wonderful week!

❤️Ally

[baconcolacan]

I’m kinda nervous rn….ok just so you know, my parents know I’m gay, but my mom suddenly invited me out to get our nails done, and idk maybe I’m just overthinking but its…..auuuaggggghh I wanna,,,,,maybe,,paint my nails,.,,,but a very VERY small but loud part of me is ringing alarm bells of crumbling masculinity,,,,,

AUGH I’m gonna scream into a pillow, gimme a sec, I gotta just get this out.

[threadsoflacee]

in my fic im making will and hannibal wear those broken heart best friends necklaces that magnet to each other when u put them close. they find them in a small flea market on a breezy friday morning. later when a guy tries to hit on will when h is away he points to his necklace and says. Sorry. I have a best friend. and then they fucking eat the guy 3 days later

[shroomsnail]

something awesome was said this evening about queer visibility in stem/academia and i wont make it justice in my retelling but ill say it in my own words.

so, actually, making yourself visible, talking about your queerness openly (if safe to do so), is actually good and not burdensome nor inappropriate in academia. no matter the subject matter of your research, ultimately science is done by humans and, without exception, by humans who work collectively. science/research is never and cannot be an individualistic thing and is far from being removed from the Social Human.

and working with people means theyll talk about their lives cuz humans just do that when existing together. queerness is inevitably part of multiple aspects of queer people's lives, be it personal and social identity, expression, partners, politics, social involvement, hobbies, etc. being open about your queerness in a "professional setting" is not misplaced cuz in the end cishets are constantly open about their non queerness without anyone batting an eye about them living non queer lives.

i am not gross nor bad for wanting to be visibly queer (AND respected) in academia (or in any other profession) so ill fucking talk about it to no end and be loud as fuck.

tldr: SUCK IT