#i only have ... a few asks in my inbox left too so im thinking of opening rqs again soon ^_^

[deepdrownlamentt]

would anyone know any similar prompt lists to those tea prompts/flower asks posts? i wanna do some short and sweet stuff but i always use the tea prompts so im embarrassed to reblog it Again ... for like the 20 millionth time ...

[propertyofwicked]

SMITTEN - LN

ln x reader, platonic!grid x reader SMAU

based on this request ✧ my inbox is open ✧

warnings: none, just a little swearing throughout - also she's a short one

masterlist the playlist

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

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[theeoriginals]

a Klaus fic with this gem from Ozark “look, I know I kissed you last night but I thought I was gonna fucking die”. Change to fit however you want 😘

the last thing i'd do | klaus mikaelson

author's note; whoever sent this im so sorry it's been in my inbox for seven months

warnings; hybrid!reader, mentions of violence, violence against reader, themes of death, klaus gets crazy :), then there's fluff, a bit of angst still sprinkled in, but there's a happy ending

It's a blood bath, is the thing.

She can't tell what blood is hers anymore, and the ache in her body has done nothing but grow steadily over the past ten minutes. It feels like it's been hours since it all started.

She doesn't remember who threw the first punch, just knows that someone had come at her and she had no choice but to fight back, fight for her life.

There's blood under her nails, and she thinks maybe some in her eyes because they're burning, but it might be the tears shining in them.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. Klaus had, for once, been hoping for peace. He was always braced for a fight, but he'd truly been hoping for a painless, quick negotiation.

Of course, it's turned into the worst fight they've had in a while.

She's always been on Klaus's side of things; fights, family, life. She's always had her place here, carved out by none other than the Original Hybrid himself. She's never understood just what he saw in her that earned her this place, but she wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Some– most– call her loyalty a form of naivety. Perhaps the sire bond still lingering, despite the fact that she'd broken it years ago. His siblings call it blindness, or ignorance, in their harsher moments. Her friends, the few that happen to be immortal, too, think she's reckless and just asking for him to kill her. Klaus Mikaelson turns on everybody, eventually, they say. The paranoid, hybrid king trusts nothing and no one. He killed his parents, multiple times, and he's kept his siblings in and out of coffins for most of their immortal lives. Why would he ever enjoy the company of one of his sires?

She's never thought he was perfect. That's something people always get wrong. They think she sees no flaws in him, when really she sees them all for what they are, she sees him for who he really is. She still loves him.

Some days she thinks he knows how she feels for him. Sometimes she can't keep it out of her eyes, and he'll catch her looking at him and his eyes will narrow slightly, like he's warning her to contain it.

Other days, she thinks there's no way he knows, because if he knew the capacity of her adoration, he'd surely have to say something. Tell her to move on. Compel the feelings away, possibly. If he were that cruel to her.

She doesn't think he would be. Since that first day he found her in the woods with what was left of her pack, they'd all watched him in fear. Some confused. Angry. But she was mystified. Enraptured by him and the power that radiated off of him.

She spent a long time feeling weak when she was younger. Even after she triggered the curse. But when Klaus told her she could become immortal, be strong, be at his side, she was the first to accept. The only one in her pack to ask him to turn her.

He'd set his eyes on her, something unidentifiably dark gleaming in his blue eyes, and when she latched onto his wrist to drink his blood, he hadn't looked away from her.

When he cupped her cheeks, he'd brushed his thumbs along the curve of her cheekbones and told her he'd make it quick and painless for her, and when she opened her eyes, he'd be there.

He'd kept his word, then. And he'd kept it ever since.

This, though. He'd given her his word, knowing her hesitance to fight, knowing that unless it was life or death, she'd rather avoid conflict. He promised her there would be no bloodshed here today.

It's not his fault, this time. She needs to tell him that. She needs to be at his side to make sure they're still fighting together, like they have for so long, yet so little time.

She throws a vampire off of her, with nothing but his heart in her palm and she quickly drops it to the ground at her feet. Turning, she pushes through the chaos, trying to cross the room to where she last saw him.

"Klaus!"

Her voice echoes over the mess and she sees him turn in the direction of it, and the fire in his blue eyes has her stopping.

He has blood smeared around his mouth and chin and she knows he's torn out more throats than he can count. The numbers are dwindling on both sides, barely anyone left standing, and she goes to close the space between them when a blinding pain stops her in her tracks.

Her choked off grunt is nearly silent amidst the yelling, but to Klaus it's like a gunshot.

He watches the point of the stake stab through her chest and feels his breath stall in his chest, fingers going numb all the way to the tips.

Her hand comes up, trembling as she skims her fingers over the blood blooming on her shirt around the stake. When she looks back up at Klaus, she tries to say his name but it's suffocated by the blood bubbling up in her throat.

Her knees give out from under her and she hears his hoarse voice yell her name as she goes down.

She can't see it, but she feels the pain that refreshes when he rips the stake from her back and throws it into the heart of the vampire that had attacked her.

She can't see it through the blur of her tears, but the sounds of retreat echo in her ears around the waves crashing.

When Klaus speaks again, his voice is closer and she blinks blearily, finding him hovering above her with wide eyes, looking uncharacteristically scared.

Her brows furrow when she sees the look on his face and when his fingers brush hers, she's quick to intertwine them with hers.

He whispers her name, the sound broken with emotion, and she squeezes his hand unconsciously.

"You're alright," He tries, valiantly ignoring the graying color of her skin despite the fact that he got the stake out of her. "You're alright, love. The pain will go away in a minute,"

She frowns, shaking her head against where he has it cupped with the hand that she's not holding. "Doesn't hurt," She whispers, swallowing roughly around the copper in her mouth.

"What?"

She repeats herself. "Doesn't hurt. Can't feel anything,"

Klaus makes a noise that she thinks might be grief. "No, no, it's alright. Here," He rips his hand from hers and his fangs tear into his skin, and he shoves his wrist against her mouth, letting as much blood drip into her mouth as he can before he heals.

She swallows it dutifully, but that numbness doesn't quite go away, and she wonders why he's so worried about it.

"Sit up," He commands her, though his voice is nowhere near as firm as it can get. "Sit up, and I'll help you the rest of the way. We'll go home, and you can rest."

"Klaus," She says his name, smiling around the syllables. "Come here."

He leans down at her request, eyes fluttering shut on a shaky breath when she lifts a blood-smeared hand up to his cheek. He whispers her name and her smile gives way to bloody teeth.

She uses what strength she can to lean up and kiss him, the pads of her fingers pressing into his pale cheek when he inhales sharply but presses back instantly, deepening the kiss.

She lingers as long as she can until she has to pull away, gasping for a full breath that she can't quite reach.

Still, a smile sits on her lips and when she meets Klaus's worried gaze, she doesn't falter. "Thank you,"

Confusion flutters on his face for a moment, but he jostles her when she starts to go limp in his arms, hand falling from his face. "No," He pulls her weight up, lifting her against his chest as her eyes flutter shut. "No. Wake up. Wake up!"

Silence follows his demands, his pleas, and through the blood on her cheek, a single tear falls from his eye, cleaning as it slides down her skin and falls into nothing.

Despite the silence surrounding him, he feels deafened.

When she opens her eyes again, she can feel her body again in a way she couldn't before. Luckily, she can't feel any pain.

Her eyes go down to her chest where she knows a gaping wound had been, but there's nothing left, not even a scar its wake and she takes a deep breath, relieved that it's not followed by a throttle of blood coming up her throat.

"You're awake,"

The voice startles her, but she isn't scared when she turns her head against the pillow to look at Klaus. A frown sprouts on her face when she sees him sitting in a chair at her side, looking like he hasn't slept in days. It's not always necessary, but they have to take breaks sometimes, and she hasn't seen Klaus look this tired in a long time.

"I am," She says, swallowing a mouthful of spit in an attempt to wet her throat. "I don't think I should be, though."

"I owe many people a great deal of things, so you'd better stay that way."

His voice is dark and she can hear the anger in it, but she's not used to it being focused on her. "You didn't–"

"Do not," He cuts her off, his words nearly a growl that has her eyes widening. "Do not tell me that I shouldn't have saved you."

He leans forward, grabbing her hand in his, and she shrinks with embarrassment when she remembers how she'd touched his cheek and kissed him.

"Klaus," She squeezes her eyes shut, huffing her humiliation out. "I am– so sorry that I–"

"Don't," He cuts her off again, hand pressing pointedly against hers. "Don't apologize if you don't mean it."

She falls silent for a moment, lost as she looks at him. "I just... I thought I was going to die. And I just– I had to have it at least once."

He visibly swallows and she watches that pretty shine light up his eyes again. "You thought you were dying, and the last thing you wanted to do was kiss me?"

She nods despite the toe-curling embarrassment coursing through her.

He cuts a sharp breath out of his nose, shaking his head.

Before she realizes it, he's hovering above her, cupping her cheeks gently. "Silly little thing," He quietly scolds her, not giving her time to argue before he kisses her, ever so softly, softer than she ever thought he could be. Like she'll break beneath his touch if he doesn't treat her like glass.

When he pulls away and she forces her eyes open, she finds herself fighting off a tingling sensation from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. "What'd you do that for?"

He smiles, small and fond. "The next time you kiss me, you don't have to be dying to do it."

"Oh,"

"Don't ever do that to me again," His voice has a warning in it, but she's already smiling too hard to pay attention to it. "You know how I feel about people disobeying my orders."

Her grin is audible when she responds. "Yeah, I do."

[mythalism]

i think, anecdotally, canadians love to use land acknowledgments and Diversity(tm) a bit more than americans do, and have a degree of always pointing at the us and being like "well at least WE didn't do anything that fucked up! we're so much more enlightened and respectful 😌". and so any acknowledgment that racism exists, or that necessary societal change is often only brought by unpleasant disruption, or specifically that indigenous people live in terrible conditions because of colonization, is bracketed with this type of "but it's very complicated, and who's to say if there's a solution? we're thinking about it really hard, and holding space, and listening and learning, and maybe we will get to fixing it in like 50 years if people ask nicely" rhetoric. and there's a degree of apprehension that "land back" is a call for ethnic cleansing of settlers (somehow, despite this being both physically not possible and not actually anyone's demand) and that any movement towards that will be bad and overly radical.

which maps directly onto how bioware writes elves specifically haha. they'll sympathetically show how they're oppressed and living under the boot of a catholic church-esque entity, but then... ahhh noo, actually they had a very problematic pre-colonization culture, and they're too impractically fixated on the past and that prevents them from moving forward, and the church employees are sometimes trying their best and making amends, and the demands of the elven leadership are just too out there and violent... so really, it's very complicated. maybe it could be better to keep the status quo and only have Incremental Change, forever.

(they sort of didn't do this in the masked empire, but as always they had to throw in a bit about how Rude And Mean the dalish are. plus the ridiculously evil chevalier lore of each one randomly executing a few elves as a rite of passage, and then never mentioning that aspect again bc i guess it wasn't relevant to michel's story. as well as the insanely underwritten premise of what briala and celene's relationship actually was. there's ~toxic lesbians~, and then there's "extremely rich and powerful white noblewoman calls her younger servant class gf ugly for being dark skinned, lies to her for years, has her family and then entire community killed, then tries to seduce her back when she gets angry and leaves" lmao. i think weekes was going for a tragic morally grey starcrossed lovers to enemies vibe, but to me it was more of a horrific one-sided exploitation that the author did not seem to realize they were writing.)

and in veilguard i suppose they tried to avoid the entire issue by mostly removing those aspects of the setting, so you no longer even have the somewhat well-observed depictions of oppression combined with Justin Trudeau Moments, it's just kind of empty.

anyway thank you for appreciating my very long ted talk! i left tumblr after the whole "popular bloggers mass reporting pro-palestine people for terrorism" thing (i can get that treatment for free irl, don't need that extra stress from the Fandom Webbed Site haha). i've just been drifting back to look at dragon age posts bc i was curious about veilguard. i didn't expect much from bioware but it was surprising that they just went even further into tone-deaf bizarre race allegories rather than reading 1 (one) nonfiction book in the years since dai, or hiring anybody from a different background who could weigh in. :')

wow this is seriously so fascinating and insightful and truly does give me a better understanding of both canada and bioware LMFAO so thank you so much for sharing seriously. you are welcome in my inbox for more ted talks anytime and now im just gonna leave this here to marinate on it further and hope other people read it because its fantastic. xoxo

[thatdeadaquarius]

How was been your 2025 everything alright?ur still alive?

Thanks for asking!! <333

Sorry abt the radio silence on and off again guys, its the same old story tbh, life stuff like fulltime job, just moved again (30 min away but still woof), etc

I havent stopped thinking abt you guys for a minute i stg lol - i keep wanting to come back and post and whatnot, but the fics i promised (and am still in the trenches fighting to finish) have rlly been the big bog down of this blog for me

So i felt like anytime i had to write, i would try to spend writing the fic(s) but that meant no asks getting answered or posted 🫠💔

Ill instead take the pressure off myself to get those done, and simply chip away at it as i please, and focus on asks instead

I think the next big step ive been thinking about for a few months now and decided to go ahead with is clearing my inbox out some!

Ive got rlly old asks that either feel embarassing to answer so late,, or are out of context by now :/, and i definitely think tumblr ate some whole,, so for the new years sake and in order get myself to revive my sagau content blog again, ill be posting only some asks i feel i have good drafts for, despite it being forever ago, but otherwise ill be ready for asks again! 🥹🫶

I hope thats okay and Im geuninely so sorry for anyone who still remembers sending an ask and not getting a response back /gen :( 💔

Im very excited to come back and hope you guys arent too annoyed at me for being gone and doing this :( /gen

I encourage you if you ever sent me an ask i didnt answer to please send me something again!! Id love to hear from you guys and what youve been thinking about Genshin Sagau (x reader or not) wise for the past year (and a half?? Ooofff idekkk atppp💀)

I appreciate anyone bothering to check in, and hope to a more active (and hopefully more peaceful for me) 2025 for however much is left

☆

Oh, and abt genshin!! I havent rlly liked the direction they went what with colorism/racism in Sumeru, and Fontaine was better, but then Natlan has gotta be a low point in the story/game overall for me, and to that end, i havent rlly played it, ive just gotten to finishing up Fontaine,

So for now NO Natlan characters please!

^^ /nm /neutral ^^

I have NO idea what their personalities are, and im still trying to get over my dislike of certain character designs (cough🐮cough) and still trying to fathom Natlans story at all rlly,

Heres to hoping theyll improve with Sneznaya, bc weve been waiting too long on that for it to be a screw up ngl

Of course, if you like one of Natlans characters, or whatever else abt it, ur welcome to talk abt it in my inbox, I just mean I wont be writing abt them just yet, and yes i intend to eventually!

(im sure its established via fandom, but ill be making some interpretations when i do write them, if u dont know what i mean, just look at my non-white deffo POC Alhaitham and Tighnari I drew and referenced in the past, Natlan will be getting the same, more tasteful makeover, most likely from what I take in from others headcanons, bc i am unfortunately an Underqualified White Person when it comes to that)

☆

Also, my ao3 works are now locked down, due to recent AI scrapping, both personally thats been done to one of my works by a rando guest, and that general sweep that happened to ao3 recently.

I believe 4, maybe 5 out of my 6 works were taken.

They are still readable, but you have to be a registered user first, and I think I will be continuing that for my future works, as unfortunate as it is, because i generally like my writing to be accessible. But these idiots are making Ai wanna write stories instead of solve our math problems or clean our streets or something more useful, so here we are.

Really wish I could do something similar for tumblr, but i guess we cant have an ethical peaceful society everywhere...

☆

Whew, if you stuck around this long to read all my shit, I love you deeply and ur a real one

Thank you to anyone whos checked in, still revisited my old posts (despite the cringe and mistakes ive made along the way), and the general support ive still seen from Sagau community!!

It means everything to me that I still felt welcomed back despite going on and off so much, i felt very guilty about for literal months, so thank you all for this!!

Hope your having a great weekend, day/night, or whatever time of day it is for you,

Safe Travels,

💀♒️

:)

[yonaioana]

Okay first of all! I loved that request where is God reader from ennead! So!

What IS relationship with Egypt Gods with reader? The God of festivals and happiness but real role is the God of freedom? So as I read that request it says that he DID have good relationship with them(I think) because he was in Egypt but not anymore? And they never talk anymore as he moved from Egypt where all god mostly where, why did he move away from them? Did he knew what will happend?

So my request is about male reader God of festivals and happyness/ God of freedom.

How would they react to seeing reader once more? But there is plot twist! The reader is not kinda happy about seeing them.( I love angst, dont mind me)

That all!

Heeey im back, im sorry I was gone all this time I moved, finished highschool and now im struggling to finish my first year of college but im back and im trying to get through my entire inbox and write for everything I missed, I will also update the masterlist with a few new fandoms. This is a short one i still had in my drafts. Kisses!!!

I guess that as the god of freedom and happiness ennead is not the best place to live. Since all the gods have to obey Ra and her kinda liking the suffering of everyone else cause she sees it as entertainment would not sit well with a god who's entire concept is boring to her.

I dont think that you would have beef with any of them other than Ra and maybe Osiris if you try to call out his bluff of being the victim and all that. You could have some trouble with Seth if you tried to opose him in his early years when he ruled Egipt but i dont think he is the kind to try and hurt other gods. Cause he tried to hurt Isis and Horus only because of some prophecy not because he really hated them. So my guess is that you either tried to vouch for someone who was in trouble or did something to upset Ra but she just pushed you aside and continued as if you were not there. Or you found out about some of the things Osiris did to Seth and you tried to tell everyone but because nobody really liked Seth they only listened to what Osiris said and called you a liar, ultimately pushing you aside. So you got sick and tired of them and left.

Anyway back to the present Horus and Anubis actually like you cause they're not as old as the other gods so either they were not born when you left or they were too young to remember. If we take the first route Ra will not be verry pleased to see you but if we take the second one Isis and Osiris are the ones in a sour mood.

Lets say that after you left you found yourself a village on the other side of Egipt where it was like a port so there was a big mix of cultures and instead of asserting dominance as a god you just lived among them helping out and being nice to everyone. Of course horus while searching for Seth could happen to accidentally find your little comunity and asks Isis about it wich leads to the others finding you and dragging you back to explain yourself and interogate you on the "where is seth" matter. While at first you were happy thinking they came to visit it was auickly shut down when chains apeared around your neck, wrists and ankles and you were being dragged away from your home and people back to ennead. If you knew about what happened to seth osiris will try to keep you quiet one way or another, gods forbid you helped him escape or helped him while he was on the run with resources and hiding from the others, in the I feel like horus will try to take you with him against his mom's dissaproval to help him heal seth emotionally with your powers

[la-lolita]

Hello, this is Lolita, formerly known as Aphrodites-letters, and (sighs) strawberrymilkmami. It’s been a few years since I left, and I am back to properly speak up for myself about the drama that happened between Cupid (now going by Devosin) and I. I will be referring to Devosin as Cupid, however because that’s the name they used to go by during this drama. In this post, I will take accountability for my actions, however I will also explain some parts of the story that I should’ve exposed a long time ago. 

Why now you may ask? Because I feel so much better now. I have matured and up to this day, what has happened still affects me a lot mentally. People may say this is old, or tell me to move on. You can’t move on when there are people out there still thinking you’re a complete bastard not knowing your true reasonings or thinking you’re just finding excuses— its been years, there’s no point in lying, im not even in the fandom anymore, what do I gain lying? You could say I “deserved” it and that “that’s what I get for being jealous” etc. Yet those are simply accusations and assumptions people made, you can’t take people’s/make assumptions and think it’s the truth.

I have finally developed the courage to speak about this topic again and explain properly my side of the story.

—

Faulty Link

I want to clear up the biggest misunderstanding. I never sent anyone anon hate and I can prove it.

Pinpix has stated that she “can track an anon's identity” by using this link. I found this fact very interesting considering it’s been outdated for years at the time Pinpix did this ‘callout.’ 

Pinpix gave out false information about me, then Cupid reblogged it without checking the sources. Not only Cupid, but many of my former mutuals did so without checking the sources. This link hasn’t been working since 2017, yet they managed to ‘track’ my IP in 2023. Anyone is welcome to check the tracking link themselves to see even more comments proving that it no longer works. 

I’d like to mention Cupid had stated this before. 

I’ve never been in Cupid’s server before. So, I clearly couldn’t have been the one sent the hate. With all these facts coming to light, I’d like this to be a lesson to everyone to not jump on hate trains without checking what the ‘proof’ is.

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Anon Hate

To everyone affected by the anon hate, I’m really truly sorry you’ve had such rude and demeaning people in your inbox. I believe anon hate is such a low act to do and I understand it affected you immensely. 

However, I want everyone to understand that I have never sent anon hate and will never in the future.  —

Copying

Not only did Pinpix accuse me of sending anon hate, they also made some claims about me copying Cupid (most of the post was them talking about this). I’d like to address these.

I’ve never copied anyone. A lot of what I did was take inspiration from trends at that time. Just because some of my posts came after Cupid doesn’t mean I copied her. I did things that were popular at that time, not things that Cupid did. If Cupid did popular things too, cool! But please don’t come after me for also following trends. Fade outs and social media themes were popular then, and many of former mutuals as well as people from other fandoms had similar themes.

First thing out of the way, Cupids are from Roman mythology and Aphrodite is from Greek mythology, so no I didn’t see Cupid’s url and decided to steal it lol, that is so silly. She and I were friends back then and wanted to match names. I also fail to see how our themes and writing styles are similar. To my knowledge, Cupid went for regal themes, while I stuck to coquette, there was a time where I did more simple clean themes because again- it was trending, especially in blogs from big Fandoms such as Genshin. Just because we both used shades of pink doesn’t mean it was plagiarism. 

I’ve never deleted anything off my page after this incident, so I think you’re misremembering. 

My writing format has changed as a progress of maturing. Personal observations are not proof. Not to mention my writings are still up, so if you had proof that our fics are similar, you could have proved it. You have not. 

This says a lot. 

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Vent

I will take accountability for my venting. I did vent personal things and I regret that immensely. I’m sorry to anyone affected by them. However, please understand I was going through a difficult situation both online and irl, and as an immature 13 year old kid, I didn’t know how to handle it. I didn’t have the help I needed, I didn’t know what to do to make myself feel better. Sadly, I chose a path that not only didn’t help me, but also harmed the people around me. I regret it, and if I could I would have taken a few months offline.

None of my vents named or attacked anyone. If you made correlations from my vents to people, that is your assumption. These are all subjective opinions made by you without any proof. 

Some of my posts were indeed targeted towards Cupid, I wasn’t healed from the first drama we had and seeing them interact with my friends hurt me really bad. I just wanted the whole drama out of my life, seeing Cupid on my dashboard didn’t help me forget at all. I had blocked her, however when she interacted with my mutuals, I saw her on my page. However, the majority of my vents were from real life issues.  —

Sign Out

First and foremost, I’m sorry to anyone hurt by actions caused by me. However, the anon hate, the spam into former mutuals’ inboxes, accused plagiarism and this supposed obsession isn’t me. You’ve crafted this whole story based on assumptions and false proof, and I don’t want to take the hate in my inbox anymore. It’s been years and I’m not sure why people are still so obsessed with this situation.

Though this section confuses me, since when you said I did the ‘same thing,’ it implies that Cupid has also neglected to credit the art they used.

I have used art without credits only if I couldn’t find the original source. I found a lot of my inspiration on Pinterest, so when I found the source, I could credit them. However, sometimes I couldn’t find it, and wouldn’t have anything to cite. I now know that I should have looked harder or have used another image for my blog, however I was not as mature then. In my mind, I had looked for the source and couldn't find it. Going forward in any future fandoms I join to make content, I will cite everything I can.

As a final message, don’t harass people online, especially if you don’t do your research on the topic or know the full story of both people. In my case I was anxious. I didn’t know what to do or say, I was panicked and was unable to collect my thoughts and come with a proper response. Now, I hope this was enough to explain my side of the story and clear up some things said about me.

Thank you for listening and have a good day.

[mizutsugi]

I have a hc that Will bites/chews his lips and that Hannibal reopens the wounds when they kiss so he can taste his blood…. im going feral i need a fic of this plspls…

bittersweet ♱ (hannigraham)

↳request!

↳word count: 1,297

↳cw: blood (lotsss of blood), biting

↳:a/n: OHHH MY GOD you. are actually. so. fucking. brilliant. i love your mind and i love love love this request tysm, i literally saw it in my inbox and started kicking my feet and giggling tehehehehe… i hope i did your idea justice! <3

Will had a lot of nasty habits, and his job with the FBI only made them worse. When he was thinking and working on building his design, he’d pick at the beds of his nails, chew on the inside of his cheeks and worst of them all, bite his lips. Analyzing the same crime scene photos over and over again, the clock tick, tick, tick-ing in the later hours of the night while his eyes scanned the glossy photos… his teeth would pull on his lips, slightly biting into the flesh as he worked. Sometimes, when he was so lost in his recreation of the crimes, or so frustrated with a case, he’d forget his own limits and bite until a wound opened, blood pooling at the impact.

It was no different during the Simmons case. Jack had him and the team at a crime scene in a remote part of a hiking trail in Maryland, mulling over the mutilated corpse of a man. Everyone had stepped out of the scene to let Will, quote, “do his thing”. He closed his eyes and tried to envision himself as the killer, immediately seeing himself on the hiking trail, slowly following a man- white, in his late 20s, hiking alone- like a predator stalking its prey. He saw himself dressed in all black jogging clothes, keeping a steady pace behind, waiting for the perfect opportunity. A window opened in a particularly heavily wooded section of the trail, where he knew no one would see a thing. He began to run behind the man, who had headphones in, before pulling a blade out of his pocket and sleuthing behind the man before skillfully slicing his throat in one quick, deadly move. Blood began to spray out of the open artery, the man falling to the ground before he could even turn to see his killer. He died clutching his neck, attempting to stop what was inevitable. But why were his eyes missing…

Will snapped out his trance, feeling something hot dripping down his chin. He had opened another wound on his lip. He wiped the blood on the sleeve of his jacket and sighed before walking out of the crime scene to regroup with the others. 

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It was around 8:30 pm when Will arrived at Hannibal’s home, rapping on the door of the grand Baltimore home he found himself too frequently on the doorstep of. Hannibal answered the door after a few moments, smiling fondly as Will walked through his foyer. Will pulled at the heels of his shoes and left them by the entryway, hanging up his winter jacket, leaving him in a dark grey flannel and cargo pants. 

“How is dear Jack?” Hannibal asked, leading Will into his kitchen.

“He’s Jack. I don’t know.” Will stated boredly. He wanted to leave work behind him, as if that was something that was at all possible for him. Hannibal pulled out a nice red wine with an antique label out of his wine rack, uncorking the bottle before pouring the liquid into two stemmed wine glasses he had already had set out on his kitchen island. 

“How are you, then, Will?” Hannibal asked, eyes flicking up to meet Will’s as he topped off the second glass. Though Will avoided eye contact whenever possible, he never seemed to have an issue looking into Hannibal’s. It’s something Hannibal never took for granted, maintaining the belief that eye contact was the polite thing to do when having a conversation with someone- even if one struggled with it. 

“You know better than to ask that.” Will chuckled, accepting the wine glass as Hannibal held it out to him. The room was filled with soft classical music from a distant record player and the rich scent of a hearty roast- one that was slowly cooking in the oven. The boy was impossible sometimes. 

“Yes, I suppose I do.” Hannibal smiled, accompanying Will as he leaned against the marble countertops of the island, watching the dark liquid in his glass spin and spin as he twirled the glass by its stem in his fingers. Hannibal was in a black vest and dark dress shirt, sleeves rolled up midway to his arms to undoubtedly keep them clean as he cooked. 

“It smells good. What’s on the menu tonight?” Will asked.

“A garlic and herb roast tenderloin with a rosemary butter sauce.” Hannibal stated.

“Mm.” Will hummed, closing his eyes to take in the scent, already imaging the tender meat and herbs on his tongue. Hannibal took the opportunity to extend a hand to Will’s face, his calloused palm landing on the scruff on Will’s cheek. He didn’t hold him like a fragile teacup, but rather with a firm hand like something on the cutting board before he would draw the blade down to slice into it. Will opened his eyes, now revealing his exhaustion as they were barely able to stay open. Hannibal leaned in, pausing for a moment to take in Will’s scent- still that terribly cheap aftershave- before connecting his lip to Will’s in a manner that was all too familiar. 

Something was abnormal about their intimacy. When Hannibal kissed Will, it felt wrong to even call it a kiss. Will often felt like it was beyond that, just like how Will wouldn’t call what they had love… it was something beyond that, too. It was complete and mutual understanding. Maybe that’s what Will would call this- an understanding. He felt Hannibal softly pull at his lips with his teeth, feeling his hunger breaking beyond the kiss. He felt a slight sting in the action, and remembered just hours ago when he felt a similar pang when he was nervously chewing on himself. He then felt embarrassment, and wanted to pull away, realizing Hannibal had reopened the scar and was now bleeding into his mouth. 

Hannibal immediately tasted the hot iron on his tongue, and if his eyes were open his pupils would have been blown. He had tasted blood before, obviously, but something was different taking it straight from the wound and into his mouth. It felt primal, and it felt raw. It might have even felt impolite, like a monstrous vampire. But Hannibal knew with Will, it wasn’t monstrous. It was sharing, arguably the most respectable thing to do. Folie à deux. Will tried to break away, hands slowly lifting up to Hannibal’s chest to brace himself. Hannibal, however, couldn’t break away, and he kept sucking on the wound, pulling the crimson straight from the scar in a way that felt oddly… pleasant. Will’s hands fell back down to his sides, and Hannibal’s grip on him began to falter. He reluctantly pulled himself away from the other, still lightly holding his face, now with both his hands.

“Do you feel lightheaded?” He asked lowly, briefly remembering that they were both mortals and that he wanted to protect Will- even if he needed to satiate a hunger that was beyond his control. His eyes didn’t leave the open wound on the inside of Will’s bottom lip, watching as it slowly pooled with more blood. 

Will, feeling himself oddly missing the sickeningly sweet sensation already, shook his head no, lip slightly parted as he tried to regain his breath. Hannibal gave him a moment, and then returned to the boy’s lips, sucking again at the broken skin. Will slightly moaned into the sensation, feeling his hands reach again for Hannibal’s chest, but this time to grip the fabric of his shirt before his knees buckled. Hannibal kept sucking, savoring the new flavor of freshly drained blood. Just like with all the worst sides of Will, Hannibal never wanted him to stop his bad habits that he tried to keep tucked away. They were addictive.

↳a/n: this is my first time doing a request and i already know it's the best one. you ATE with this idea! anyways sorry it was sort of short-tbh, i saw it going a nsfw route but i just couldn't think of anything... like to me, will and hannibal don't have sex... mizumono/wrath of the lamb was their ultimate version of intimacy to me, if that makes sense. anyways thank you so so much for the request, i love love LOVED it!

[dixons-sunshine]

i requested for scud but you never replied so im gonna req gf finding out scud works for a blade again

Apologies, Baby | Scud Frohmeyer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Long ago, back when you were only ten years old, vampires murdered your parents and left you an orphan, forcing you into foster care. You hated the species with a passion, and wanted nothing to do with them. So when your boyfriend revealed that he was working for a half-breed, you didn't know how to feel.

Genre: Angst, some fluff towards the end.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death and blood.

Word count: 1.3k

A/n: For some reason your first request never popped up in my inbox, so I'm sorry I didn't see it back then. I hope this is somewhat decent enough to make up for it (I don't really like this). Also, I feel like Scud is a little ooc in this, but I wanted to write a tender moment for our favourite stoner.

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“Baby, could you please just listen to me? It's not like you think, okay?”

You shook your head and let out a bitter laugh, clutching your side tightly as you limped away from your boyfriend. Bruises littered your skin, the recent vampire attack you had found yourself in taking its painful toll on you.

Everything was a blur. One minute, you were walking back to your apartment after a long shift at work. The next, some creep in a mask—later revealed to be a bloodsucking monster—grabbed you and forced you into his car. And a few hours, maybe even days, later, a mysterious man with freakish abilities came to your rescue. Thankfully, the vampire hadn't bit you, but he did take great pleasure in hearing your screams, so he tortured you. Hence the injured side you were currently clutching to.

You had always known of vampires' existence. They were the reason you became an orphan at the mere age of ten years old. And to top it off, nobody believed you when you told them the real story. They were the reason why you were sent to a facility to treat your "absurd beliefs".

You hated vampires and anything to do with them. So it came as a great shock to you that when the mysterious man, who had introduced himself as Blade, took you back to his workshop to tend to your wounds and you found your boyfriend there. The same boyfriend who told you that he was too sick to hang out after your shift. The same boyfriend who lied to you about his job. The same boyfriend who revealed that he was working for a guy who was half vampire.

To say you were pissed would be an understatement.

Scud hurried to you, gently but firmly grabbing your wrist in his hand. He spun you around, forcing you to look at him. His blue eyes gazed down at you, begging, pleading for understanding. For you to listen to him.

“Babe, please. Just... let me clean you up while I explain everything. You deserve that much,” Scud begged, frowning deeply as guilt swarmed around in his beautiful blue eyes.

You shook your head. “Josh, I—”

“Please,” he pleaded. “Just... Please.”

You sighed, giving him a reluctant nod. “Alright,” you agreed, pulling your hand from his grip. “You have until I'm bandaged up.”

In no time at all, you were seated on top of what you assumed was Scud's workbench while your boyfriend carefully helped you out of your shirt, leaving you clad in only your bra. The wound on your side was deep, but it luckily didn't look like it needed stitches.

“You probably want that explanation now, huh?” he asked, breaking the silence well he brought a washcloth with lukewarm water closer to clean your wound.

You hissed in pain when the cloth made contact with your side. “Yeah,” you said through gritted teeth. “I was promised an explanation.”

A few beats of silence passed. Scud sighed and shut his eyes momentarily, as if gathering his thoughts. “You remember that week before we got together, when I came home from my hiking trip and I was all messed up?” When you nodded, he continued. “I was attacked by two bloodsuckers. They tore into me and wanted to drain me of my blood. The only reason I came out of that situation alive was because B saved me. He brought me back here and patched me back together. I owe him a debt because of that.”

You frowned and brought a hand to rest on Scud's cheek. He instantly nuzzled against your hand, sighing in content at the warm feeling. You didn't know this, but when Blade had relayed your full name to him over the radio, he was out of his mind with worry. He nearly abandoned everything just to go after Blade and make sure that he brought you back in one piece. You were important to him. You were the only girl who would put up with him and his habits with a smile on your face. You were the only girl that actually ever meant anything to him.

“B saw what I could do, what gadgets I could make, and he decided that I would make a great addition to his team, so to speak,” Scud continued, withdrawing from your touch and switching over to clean the wounds on your hands. “It was a great opportunity for me. This gig meant that I could make things, and not just those shitty fucking mini flamethrowers I made back in college. I mean actually make things. I felt wanted, needed, like I could actually be a part of something bigger for once. That I wouldn't be such a big fucking letdown. I wanted to tell you, especially since I know how you feel about vampires, but B swore me to secrecy. He said that working for him came with risks, and if the bloodsuckers were to find out about you, they would use you to get to me. I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't.”

“So you had to lie to me to keep me safe,” you concluded, realisation dawning on you.

“Please believe me when I say that I didn't want to,” he said hurriedly, halting his movements with the bandage and looking deeply into your eyes. “I never wanted to lie to you. Hurting you was something I didn't want to do, ever. I love you so much.”

A minute of silence passed between you. Scud was anxious, his hands nervously fidgeting with the bandage that was now wrapped securely around your hand. The last thing he wanted was for you to hate him. He wouldn't be able to live with himself.

“So this Blade guy... He hunts vampires?” you finally asked, taking him by surprise.

“Yeah,” Scud confirmed, nodding his head.

“Why? Isn't he like them?”

“Yes, in a sense. He has all of their abilities, but only the good ones. The only bad thing of his is that he inherited their thirst. Thankfully we have a serum that helps him with that. B's cool, I swear.”

You pondered over his words for a moment before letting out a small sigh. “I don't like it,” you began, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer, much to Scud's suprise and great delight. “You know how I feel about vampires, but that Blade guy did save my life, so I guess he's okay.”

Scud gave you a smile. “He is, I promise you.”

“So as long as you promise me that you'll stay safe, and promise to keep me in the loop with what happens around here, I guess I can learn to live with it. You look like you're enjoying yourself.”

Scud smiled brightly and brought you into a hug, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “I love you.”

“I love you too. You're my little stoner baby. Nothing's gonna change that.”

©dixons-sunshine 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified, adapted or translated to any other site or platform without evidence of my given consent.

[notfye]

hiii i love ur ABH fics and idk, your world building is so good i can’t help but ask a few questions about your personal interpretations of things that are ambiguous (at least to me? i’m not great at picking up on things either)

do you think alice and alfred grew up close family friends?

do you think they went to the shelter together or had a sort of rendezvous there after the fact?

angus and tabitha’s ages?

idk those are the three that came to mind, but like i said, these could totally have canon answers im just too daft to pick up on.

(also let’s hold a moment for how well you interpret alice, i find myself getting frustrated that no one gets that subtle undertone of her stubbornness and anger i guess and that she isn’t all naïveté and smiles, even if she pretends she is)

Omgg hi!! Sorry I let this hang out in my inbox for like a week lol I had a bunch of grad school projects!

This was such a sweet message to get! I'm so glad you like my fics!! <3 There very well may be canon answers for these questions, but I don't know them, because I refuse to read the terrible novelization! But to answer your questions in my own way:

(below the cut, cause it got longgggg) (sorry)

I don't think they grew up as family friends necessarily, but I do think of them as being childhood friends. I want to preface this with my typical I Am American disclaimer (and also I did not live in London in the 1930s) but I always pictured them meeting at school or maybe as like, neighborhood playmates somewhere in the range of like, 5-7 years old-ish. I always think of Alfred as coming from a somewhat affluent background (at least more affluent than Alice) & her being more working class adjacent. I think I stole that from someone else's headcanon many years ago and just never let it go lol. I usually think of both of their parents not being entirely pleased with this friendship, and more outwardly disapproving as they got older: I kinda like the gender of it all. I don't think Alice's parents would've loved her having a boy best friend in that era, especially as she got older, and like all parents probably would worry about what they'd get up to together. Similarly, with Alfred, I think his parents wouldn't like it for the same reason, and with his I think there would also be a class thing: not wanting him to hang around this girl who he cannot marry (in their view), and god forbid if something (pregnancy) were to happen where he'd have to. I think Alice's parents would be aware of the class divide too: it'd be good to marry up, but unlikely, and for the present, he's just scaring off more realistic matches. I think this would change a little when Alfred gets sick, and any inclination Alice's parents may have had towards him would disappear since he's effectively a dead man (and thus, not a very good match. lol).

I think they re-met up there! Again, I don't think they lived in the same neighborhoods, so I don't think they'd wind up there together, only after Alfred's block goes down. Also, somewhat besides the point, but the way Sater treats the shelter in-universe is...not accurate. In reality, during the Blitz, people would go to tube stations and use them as makeshift shelters. However. This would only be at night (during blackout hours) and it would usually only be people who were from poorer neighborhoods and thus could not afford/did not have their own air raid shelters. A very important detail that is left out of the show is that the trains were still running. People would be commuting to work while the people who had sheltered the night in the station were just heading home. It was not the weird combo triage/homeless shelter/soup kitchen that is presented in the show (those existed in WWII era London! Just not like that!) All this to say: I try to reconcile whatever the hell Sater was on with actual history very hard (it is my actual field, after all) which sort of necessitates that they meet up there together, because if Alice is from a poorer part of the city then she's been going there all along, and if Alfred is wealthier then he would only go there once his own shelter no longer exists/is inaccessible. Also, I kind of think they might've lost track of each other a little bit before all this happens, in the chaos of Alfred becoming deathly ill and Alice losing her family, that's the impression I get from the show at least. But I digress!

I think Angus & Tabitha are both in the early to mid-20s range! My only real further commentary on that is that adulthood was different then, and all of the characters are probably a bit younger than they seem. Thank you so much for sending this in, I love yapping! Especially about something I've thought about so much. And I'm really glad you like how I write Alice, I end up tinkering with her characterization a lot to get the mix of clever/stubborn/childish personality right :)

[milo-mars]

m a r s i got this request nd im gonna write it but i also wanna see how u do with it, ive always really liked ur writing :< u dont have to im js curiousss

"luigi x male reader, pov luigi is your senior year [___] professor (pick a class, make one up even) and theres only like a 1-3 year age gap between you and him, and your friend is picking on you bcs she dont think he gonna go to [insert upcoming dance] with you so you ask him in front of the whole class just to prove her wrong"

Holy shit, im so sorry this is a couple months late. I haven't really looked at my inbox (no one has given me any asks since the dawn of my account) but I love this, thank you for giving me more writing fuel <33

| Roses | Luigi Mangione X Male!Reader |

{Y/N finds himself falling for his handsome professor, Luigi Mangione, but his bff doubts he'd go to the spring formal with him because he's a teacher. And now Y/N is going to prove her wrong, in front of the whole class.}

{Tags; Fluff, College AU, Professor/Student, Very lighthearted fluff.}

{A/N; Thank you anon for the prompt, I hope you like it! <3}

{F/N = Friends Name}

Photography class was pretty easy, but Y/N’s only source of inspiration was the professor himself, Luigi Mangione.

And it was hard to explain his muses for certain pictures when they all lead back to the man asking the questions; he had to know by now from every time Y/N stammered and looked through his notes, about how nervous and bashful the professor made him. but maybe he mistook it as just anxiety? that's what Y/N’s bff was saying anyway. “Listen, as much as i want you to get a boyfriend; do you actually think professor Mangione would go to the spring formal with you?” She punched Y/N’s shoulder while he was trying to decide what to eat for lunch. “Geez, do you always have to bring me down with you?” He said lightheartedly and gave her a shoulder punch back. “Well think about it, He’s a professor, you’re a student; if you two are seen having a few steamy affairs then he’ll get fired.” “Ew, come on, I’m not going to make-out with him on the spot… I just want to get to know him more.” F/N gave him a smug look as they sat at a table with their food. They ate in silence until F/N put her fork down “How about this, I’ll set you up with a different guy; someone who's actually a student.” “You can’t actually not believe in me this much, right?” F/N stammered a response “I- I believe that there’s plenty of fish in the sea for you.”

Y/N groaned and stood up from his chair.

“Fine! You know what? I'm gonna prove you wrong. I’ll ask him in front of the whole class then, and if he dumps my sorry-romanticizing-ass, then you have something to tease about til the end of time.”

Y/N left the cafeteria, letting what he just said he’d do sink in.

Photography class didn’t bring Y/N quite as much joy as any other day; on other days he wasn’t going to say anything other than ask questions, or for a presentation. So he waited until some of his classmates were getting their things before he made his way towards Mr. Mangione’s desk, “Um, Professor Mangione?”. His eyes met Y/N, and they were so beautifully daunting that they made Y/N doubt if he was even worthy of speaking to him. But F/N would probably ask Mr. Mangione for him if he chickened out now. Especially now that he had eyes on him. “So uh; Spring formal is next week and I was wondering if you…” Y/N grimaced, and by the raise of the professor’s eyebrows; Y/N didn’t need to finish his question. “Y/N” Mr. Mangione started, “I’m sorry, but I don't think that’d be appropriate. I’m sure there are students that would love to go with you.” Y/N was always glamoured by how professional he sounded, but his hopes of hearing his casual tone were gone. Y/N’s shoulders slumped slightly and he tried not to sound too bummed out, even though acting like he wasn’t only made his feelings more obvious. “I’ll see your photographs tomorrow, Y/N.” “Okay, have a good day, professor.” Y/N said over his shoulder. “You as well.” the professor said back.

Y/N caught up with F/N and she had an awkward smile on her face, Y/N sighed “How much did you hear?” “Everything…” She responded. Y/N ran a hand through his hair as they walked on the campus’ grassy grounds “At least I ripped the bandaid off quickly…Right?” F/N put a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry I was making fun of you, I’ll do whatever I can to still make the spring formal fun for you.” F/N reaffirmed as she put a hand on his shoulder. Y/N smiled slightly, “you’re right, we can still have fun.”. The two of them liked walking around campus after classes; talking about their day and whatnot, before they had to study. Y/N parted ways with F/N and began to make his way towards the dorms, when on his way he saw some roses. But it wasn’t the roses themselves that made him stop; it was their color. They were the same cranberry-maroon of Mr. Mangione’s sweater he was wearing today. Y/N took out his polaroid camera and snapped a picture; took a moment to memorize the folds and waves of each roses petals, feeling their softness as well, and put the small polaroid inside his bag as he started to walk to the dorms again.

The next week went by like that flash from his polaroid camera, and now it was the evening of the spring formal.

“How do I look, Y/N?… Y/N!” F/N hollered at Y/N when she got her dress/suit on. Y/N snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of his friend's voice “Great! you look amazing.” inside he was thinking about how awkward it’s always going to be every time he sees his professor; it has been for the past week. “Thanks, you look great as well. Even if you don’t have a date for the formal, that doesn’t mean you can’t get a cute guy to dance~” She said as she delicately applied her mascara on her eyelashes, “I think they’d be stupid to not dance with you.”. Y/N chuckled and smoothed out his pinstriped pants in the mirror; that also matched his suit coat and tie. As Y/N brushed out his hair and styled it in different ways, F/N held her hand out to him. Two tiny rose studs laid in her palm “These go well with your outfit. I can wear a different pair.” Y/N looked between F/N and the studs. “Oh, thanks.” He accepted them and put them on, and it was safe to say she was right; she always was. First it was the rose bush last week he saw, and now these rose earrings. He took them both as good signs.

At the door Y/N and F/N show their student IDs before they enter the gymnasium, greeted by loud music and even louder classmates and students. The two danced to a few songs, got drinks, and danced some more. Y/N couldn’t seem to get anyone to dance with him though, was it the earrings? He didn't want to think about it too much. He should just be having fun with F/N. The last slow song of the night played and F/N was able to get someone to dance with her, so Y/N decided to just go outside of the building. A chilly spring breeze blew past him and he shuddered a little, but the slightly cold weather would be better than the oven that was summer. So he tried to enjoy it, it was just that seeing some of his classmates going home with their dates,with their jackets over their shoulders; it made him feel a bitter melancholy. So he sent a text to F/N about where he’d be, and walked out to the football field to mope on the bleachers. He took out his phone again and looked at his phone case, where he put the polaroid of the roses in. All he could think about was his professor, every color he wore, everything he said, Y/N saw and heard him in everything. It was as if he was made of roses, and all Y/N wanted to feel how soft he was and memorize the folds and contours of his face.

“Nice picture, I haven’t seen roses like those in a while” Luigi said as he looked at the polaroid over Y/N’s shoulder, he flinched a tad at the sudden pierce of silence. “Professor Mangione- I uh, I saw them on campus.” Y/N shifted to make room for him, Luigi’s lips lifted up in a small smile. “You don’t have to be so formal with me, Just call me Luigi.” Luigi remarked, as Y/N put his hands in his pockets. The professor took in how Y/N’s hairs stood up in the breeze. He didn’t ask before he took his coat off and put it on Y/N; he tried to keep his touch on him brief. Y/N looked at Luigi with surprise “Pro- Luigi?, I’m fine, you don’t need to give me your-” “Nonsense, you looked cold… On top of looking lonely.” His considerate tone nearly took all the wind out of Y/N, and his face grew pink and bashful. Y/N didn’t get why Luigi seemed to be so caring now, after how professionally he rejected him, but he liked it nonetheless even if it confused him.

Luigi broke the tension by scooting closer to Y/N and placing his hand on his knee, “What you asked me last week, about the spring formal, i wanted to accept… But you do understand the consequences of what’ll happen if we’re together. I don’t want to jeopardize your future, especially with eyes like yours”. Y/N gulped down the echoes of his beating heart “I know, really I do. And I wouldn’t want to lose my inspiration.” He said, which made Luigi curious as to how he could be; Y/N explained further “I only took that picture of the roses because they reminded me of you. If something doesn’t connect with me, then I don’t waste film on it.” Y/N said, and he found that maintaining eye-contact with Luigi proved to be difficult when the rest of him was already attracting his attention. A smile returned on Luigi’s face as he brushed some of Y/N’s hair behind his ear, the sudden contact made Y/N’s chest feel as light as sun rays “I’m glad we have that in common. I just hope I’m not a waste of film to you…”. Luigi’s fingers traced down Y/N’s jaw, then his neck before they glided down to his waist, causing Y/N to lean closer to him. He welcomed the blackness of his eyelids as Luigi kissed him, focusing on the softness of Luigi’s lips. After all those months of daydreaming about how Professor Mangione’s lips would feel like; He concurred with all the other hopeless romantics, that they felt just like roses.

[ninyard]

Kevin for the headcanon game!!

these have been in my inbox for a few days but I've been too busy with other stuff to sit down n write em so im sorry im only getting around to doing them now <33 also these are so stupid so take em with a pinch of salt but... yes

realistic headcanon: until he's rehabilitated from his injury, and able to use his left hand properly again, he refuses to handwrite things unless he absolutely has to. I think he has really nice handwriting with his left hand, but he got really self conscious of using his right hand because it looked like a toddlers handwriting. He got better at it the more he practiced, but it was still never as nice or legible as the writing he'd do with his left hand. If for any reason he had to write something down, he'd ask Andrew to do it or he'd type it out if he could

may not be realistic it is hilarious: he has a really weak stomach. like he even thinks about something gross and hes already gagging. he's particularly sensitive to smells tho. sometimes he'll wait to shower after games/practice just to make sure his teammates have showered before him because the smell of their BO after a particularly long and sweaty game makes him want to vomit. sometimes somebody will be cooking an Absolutely Normal and Seasoned Meal that he hasn't smelt/eaten before and he'll walk in with his hoodie over his nose like 'what the fuck is that smell' and they're all like ??? it's just fish ?????

heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends: kevin is not actually that much of a strict asshole when it comes to his diet. it LOOKS like he is, but he avoids sweets because he has awful self control and will binge on snacks until he gets sick if he starts. everyone thinks he's particular about his diet because of the ravens and yeah its true in a way but he was deprived of sweet things for so long that he has to keep himself away from them. we all know hes a bit of a disordered eating king and he's not unhealthy about it necessarily, but he has to keep himself away from snacks. because he WILL eat an entire pint of ice cream in one sitting if he lets himself. and then regret it terribly afterwards

unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own: he smokes cigarettes or vapes when hes drunk. im so sorry but he is simply the Type.

[clementinegreye]

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🪩 aemond targaryen

the end of love || 1.1k

aemond cheating on his wife is not cool - but it can be poetic when he’s filled with regret.

adoration and resentment (coming soon - currently on Ao3 and going through a re-write!)

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💌 mcu:

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🍋 aaron hotchner

the sweetest sin of all || 3.4k

the sweetest sin of all (part 2) || 2.6k

who'd have thought aaron hotchner was a man so consumed by longing (lightly inspiredin the midst of investigating a serial killer who chooses victims based on the seven deadly sins, aaron hotchner finds himself entangled in more than just the case (inspired by hozier's new song 'too sweet'):

🌷spencer reid

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some stuff about me and my writing below the line:

about me: hi! my name’s soph, im 23 and an aquarius.

some quick fire facts about me; i’m a cat person, i have a chronic illness, get anxious a lot and my favourite show is criminal minds (in case you couldn’t tell), im trying to get back into reading this year, i have an abnormal amount of jellycats (yes the soft toys) and i love fruit (all fruit)! 🍋‍🟩🍓🍒🍊

i’ve been writing since i was 15 and i’ve been posting my work for a few years now, albeit under different blogs and i post some of my stories on Ao3, which i’ll link below.

writing/requests notes and guidelines:

i currently only write for criminal minds and hotd. i’m happy to write angst, fluff, hurt/comfort etc. just be specific in the ask what you’d like and i can try accommodate it!

i use she/her pronouns and therefore feel comfortable writing from that perspective (or gender neutral). i’m hesitant to write male!reader as i don’t want to inaccurately portray something i have no experience with.

as a guideline i definitely won’t write anything containing rape, hardcore incest or child abuse, non-consensual sex or anything including minors or those underage. i am also hesitant to write really abusive situations.

i’ve never written smut but, i guess i could give it a go. if you’re request it and i don’t write it, i’m probably not comfortable with it. 🌷☁️🐚

my requests are OPEN and right now and i’ll write for any criminal minds/hotd character (i’ll give anything a try once lol) if you want to request something or even just come have a chat and get to know me better my inbox is always open!

i always appreciate feedback and comments, likes and reblog also! but if you just fancy reading something go ahead, there’s no pressure on this blog to interact, it’s always appreciated but i know how i sometimes interact with things on tumblr so i understand. 🌟

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note: i do not support AI or using AI to write, i’ve been practicing writing for many years and i think it’s a shame to use it and it feels like it undervalues the hard work people put in to writing. while AI might be a useful tool for some things my writing does NOT include it and my writing is my own. (i do use grammarly to check my spelling because i can be a silly goose and miss things because i edit all my fics myself but that’s it).

you can also find my work here on Ao3:

[yandere-yearnings]

this is just the first design drafts for the 60s trio, sorry if I'm bugging you with all my asks. I wanted to get your input on how you'd like them to look, as I'm not too fond of these designs.

First, with the glases, is Sun. I made his ear a bit more elvish, along with making him have a bit of a pouty lip. I realy couldn't decide between plump or lanky. I wanted to have him dress more dark/ warm acedemia.

Second is Vio, he was semi designed after elvis, mostly vibe wise. I wanted him to be slightly provocative (for the time) . not much to say on him.

Lastly, is dice, I wanted him a bit more muscular, but legit made him look like a mob boss lmao. again, not much on him, just that the cigar could be bigger.

I am in desperate need of feedback and direction.

first off, you would never ever bug me w/ your asks so never think that, okay? it's always a pleasure seeing you in my inbox🥺🩷 honestly, you have sm to be proud abt with the 60's trio bc i am genuinely loving the designs, like you did so well matching the vibe of the times w/ each of them. i'm gonna go ahead and think that they're all a bit older than their contemporary counterparts,, also adding now that i love all the clothing designs for them❗️❗️

warm academia sun is the only concept ever so im loving it. his freckles are also the cutest addition, your creative insight really gives him such a nice rounded look overall, i feel like he'd take care of his appearance a lot so his hairstyle is smth i actually quite like here too. from the perspective he's in rn it's out of shot anyway but his cheek moles are the only thing left,, you did him perfect🥰 (his expression is so cute, pouty lip sun >>>>)

i am really really loving vio's design icl, i can see him as popular in the public but dabbling in shady business behind the scenes and that is the ✨️image✨️ nothing to say abt him other than i really really like how you drew his cheekbones haha

i actually also really like dice's mob boss look too, the thicker eyebrows and chin dimple i think really make the 60s theme pop. might get a couple of loose strands from his hair bc yk it's gonna fall out of place when he's dealing with his subordinates (they do everything wrong) he also has a few beauty marks, but they're not crazy frequent on his face so it works w/o them as well

but all in all, i love what you've done!! take your creative liberties w/ it, bc where you're starting off is really working for them. always know that there can never be a wrong version when it comes to interpretation😌✨️

[nickssidewitch]

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the thing is Kiki u were saying the complete opposite only yesterday so I have no idea why u would change ur mind over night also u played me multiple times and one of those times u did this exact thing pretended to be all cool with me and act like u were on my side , im sorry ur getting threats that isn't cool but I've been getting them for months because of ur posts about me not only that but my I got doxxed a friend of mine who people think is me got doxxed her family were messaged and threatened her friends were to even her friends children were threatened because people came after me cos of ur expose posts like I said maybe whatever hate kick ur on rn passes and u admit u dont believe me and this act is over with we could be finds cos put the boys and this tumblr shit aside we would get along but till then no im sorry. I'm sure when u post ur expose thing on me the followers will come back and people will be all over u again where as for me there's no going back to an easy life even if i delete my account I get followed to snap, insta, even real life people found both of my phone numbers my UK and USA numbers and keep spam calling them people found my fucking email addresses this will go away for u but for me it won't this is why I planned on even after the boys left their management team I wanted to stay anonymous for a long time after it's something we disgusted that i would be in videos but my name would be dolly and face would be covered cos i don't like this shit luckily none of u have an idea of who i really am ur just threatening an innocent girl but I dread the day when u all do, Kiki u seem sweet but the rest of u need help because the shit uve done the past few weeks/ couple months is SICK

I can’t have a change of fucking MIND?? You can’t think shit THROUGH??? This is RIDICULOUS!! What pisses me off is that the moment I’m genuinely trying to be nice and have a conversation with you, you just block OUT OF NOWHERE!!

Our whole conversation up until now has been fucking CORDIAL within the DMs!! There’s no screenshotted bullshit, no fucking tricks up my sleeve, ZILCH!!

I get why theres that lack of trust, but you don’t even GIVE me a chance and that’s what’s aggravating. And even when ppl are asking me about you in my inbox, I’m not saying shit because THIS IS BTWN ME AND YOU!!

You coming in my inbox was stupid AF! Just fucking DM me with whatever problems you have with me. Don’t run away and block! It’s weird af!

And this is no disrespect to you AT ALL! It’s just unfortunate that you don’t even open your damn mind up to talk! I don’t even talk about this shit on the TL!!

Idk wtf you else want, but I’m just extending my fucking hand and heart out to you. That’s it. No fucking games or bullshit.

But whatever if you don’t even wanna open your brain just an inch to accept whatever olive branch I’m offering, then whatever. It hurts but wtf can I do about that 🤷🏾‍♀️

I’ve told people to GET OFF YOUR CASE WHETHER YOU WERE TELLING THE TRUTH OR NOT!!

I BEEN said that for forever, and YOU know that to. I’m an AVID hater of ppl who send hate and nasty shit to others. I dont play that shit at all. You know that too, so don’t play as if I’m the one who catalyzed that shit.

[ateez-himari]

Hiiii im sending you ask after ask sorry!!! But like your blog deserves so much more and since no one has claimed the title of hima's biggest fan I'll be the one to do the honors hehe😙😙

Now speaking of them meeting her parents from what I've heard and feel that yoongi's dad is like the more tsundre(?) version of him like I feel he's the type of dad that is mean (jokingly) to his sons but the biggest softie for his wife and daughter, and his mom is like that one cute mom that everyone in the friend group likes yk?the one that sends food to everyone when they want some😣

And since hima is the only girl in her family it's obvious how protective her brothers would be🥹especially her biological brother seeing as he took care of her since the tragedy that happened, he'd want to protect her from any harm and heartbreak

And I can imagine the members' faces after finding out her brothers are famous as hell, one of them is a member of the biggest boy group, and the other is the caption of the national team, I think mingi would almost pee his pants😭😭seeing not one but two of his seniors waiting for him to introduce himself formally as their sister's bf

Nowww for my question, kind of a request as well🤷

Now has hima ever been seen with her oldest brother(yoongi's older brother) and can we get some kind of drabble of mimi at his wedding(if no it's more than okay) I'm fine with headcanons or wtvr they're called🐱

Love you bb💓💓

Hi Mina!! Don't be sorry, it's always so nice to see you in my inbox 😘 You deserve a medal for being such a huge fan! Official President of the Hima Fanclub! ❤️

Ouu you're so right! He'd tell the boys to "man up and tie your own shoe laces" while actively doing it for his precious little girl despite her bring fully capable of doing it. Every time she comes back home her mom would be the type to go; "Aigooo our poor baby, did you get thinner ? I already made some food come sit down. Are you drinking properly ? What about sleeping ? Do you want more rice ?" (totally didn't use my Asian grandparents as an example for this 😭)

Hima is definitely treated like a princess by her brothers 🤭Hanzo loved her from the moment he saw her in the hospital and quite literally saved her life during the crash. Then Yoongi raised her after the adoption and has been extremely attentive to every little detail about her ever since. Poor Geum Jae is still trying to get the hang of it, with a whole decade between them it's almost like raising a child

Right ?! Imagine going to meet your little maknae's siblings thinking they're normal people then you see someone you watch during every soccer game, and the other one is the rapper of your hugely popular senior group 😭Yoongi isn't too impressive in stature (but one look from this man could definitely kill you) but Hanzo's left arm is literally covered in tattoo and this man is built like San (omg it's canon now they made a workout video together)

They're very rarely seen out in public by themselves since vacations are rare for idols and the brothers all want to make the most of what little time they have with her, but the few times fans spotted them he was still very clumsy when it came to interacting with his sister. The age gap between them is 12 years and since he wasn't around during the adoption - already living on his own - it was slightly harder for him to form a close bond with Hima so now he tries to take her on outings he thinks she'll like, for example cat cafes, shopping, cafe, the bookstore, etc. This is actually such a sweet drabble idea, I'll definitely keep it in mind!!

Love you too sweet!!🥰