#tag: talkity talk

[wellhungspeaker]

i might be seeing a shadow cast tonight!!!! this’ll be a fifth one :3

it’s all dependent on whether my dad agrees to take me or not (my dad is in town and the train on campus doesn’t run on weekends, so if i went tonight i wouldn’t be able to go home).

if my dad decides to get tickets, this’ll be his first time seeing rhps 😭 knowing my dad he’ll get a kick out of the callouts, probably more than the movie itself (he’s not much of a musical person)

[wellhungspeaker]

i, personally, advocate for the times square option, because i am firmly of the belief that times square is a circle of hell and i would love to see my favorite freaks be put through it.

Chat if I were to make another goofy Rocky Horror fic of the gang attempting a normal public outing where should i write them going

[graffiti-bri]

Finally put a little queue together to bring more of my art here to tumblr~ 

Still missing a few pieces and sets and series, but I’ll get them here eventually!

Maybe I’ll get to spend some time fixing up my blog over the weekend...🤔

[rikiiyu]

making a temporary pinned just to explain my featured tags.

sypart is my art tag and sypnite will be my writing tag yes it's kind of a pokemon reference but we can ignore that 😊

sypspeaks is my talkity talk tag :)

[jackpotsadgirlz]

WELCOME TO THE CASINO!

ello! you may call me Jackpot if you wish to refer to me!

this is mostly just my shitpostey blog where i rb things. occassionally I write a thing or two. this blog exists out of sheer, absolute boredom, where i am cringe but i am free. idk what else to say

please keep in mind that this is a reblog centric sideblog so i can rb hermitshipping stuff what who said that, and as such, it will be mostly reblogs, not original content. do not expect anything coherent from me because you will be severely dissappointed

#the casino speaks: for when i talkity talkity talk talk

#the house always wins: my writing

#double or nothing: my art

#jackpot favs: save for later. i’ll come up with a better tag sometime

[iindigoboii]

News report:

Local old man is sleepy

[jeremy-hand]

PROMO HOUR NOW????

OK OK OK!

🍬 Hello! I'm Jeremy/Reymond, and i use he/it pronouns! i'm a genderfluid aromantic lesbian, and I'm 15!

🍬 My main familial F/O is Brett Hand from Inside Job, my main romantic f/o is Noelle Holiday from Deltarune, and my main crush is Riley Williams from We Are The Tigers!

🍬 I mainly self-ship with musical theatre characters, so if any fellow musical theatre self-shippers are out there,,, 👀

🍬 i'm also ok with sharing ANY of my f/os :]c

🍬 PLEASE send me or tag me in stuff you find of my f/os <3 ESPECIALLY noelle stuff 💞

here's my full list!!!!!! and my dni is the usual talkity talk,

HAVE FUN!!!!!!!

[supercityboys]

I'm sorry if this shows in the tags cause I just like doing a little talkity talk on my blog to my followers and tumbly puts it there anyway

One thing I love about everyone's interpretation of Majima is that there is in fact another side of him and it's not an actual "other" side but a muddy mix of who he used to be, who he actually is, and who he is "now".

I really enjoyed the parts of Majima everywhere in conjunction with his story is it that shows that unlike Sagawa, Kuze, etc, is that he's mentally ill. The reckless murder and senselessness is not normal for him like everyone else. It's not just business which is why he needs to be in a state of mania to achieve it.

At first I thought the Majima Everywhere was ooc til I realized that without the torture and Yakuza business, Majima's main talent is showbusiness. He's a great leader naturally which makes sense as to why he's allowed to have a family. It's easier to digest his relationship with Kiryu now thinking about it because realistically, he and Kiryu would be real friends if they'd never been yakuza

[juno-of-the-sky]

info + welcome

hello, and welcome to my blog! my name is juno (a pseudonym, if you are wondering), i am a minor, and i use all pronouns. this is where i’ll be posting my haikyuu fanfiction (although i might dabble a bit into other fandoms)

my favorite characters are sugawara, nishinoya, kenma, bokuto, and ushijima— i will NEVER shut up about these five and i apologize in advance. i was also obsessed with oikawa and kuroo for an embarassingly long time but that’s a different story—

anyone (as long as they don’t fit the dni criteria) is free to send me an ask and strike up a conversation! please note that i most likely will not answer ultra personal questions, but i’ll try to check my ask box often.

also, please note that i am extremely new to tumblr, and as such i’m not familiar with all of the features. if there’s anything i can do to make my blog cleaner, please send me an ask to let me know!

all of my content is sfw, and all ages are free to interact.

please do not interact if: — you are homophobic, transphobic, enbyphobic, lesbophobic, panphobic, acephobic, biphobic, or against mogai and/or neopronouns. this is a safe space for all identities, as long as they are not harmful or discrimatory to anyone else. — you are racist. enough said — you are a nsfw/18+ blog

#talkity talk.💫 — my general ramblings, thoughts, asks, and conversations #actual writing.💫 — my actual fanfics #[title].💫 — multichapter fic, will contain all published chapters for that fic #juno answers.💫 — answering asks, both on and off anon #reblog.💫 — things i reblog #the sacred five.💫 — content including any of the following: sugawara, nishinoya, kenma, ushijima, bokuto

if you send me an anonymous ask and would like to be tagged under a particular emoji, i’m happy to! please include that in your ask. content i think may be upsetting will be tagged: #tw [content] if you need anything else tagged, i’m happy to if you send me an ask informing me, on or off anon :)

i’m now taking requests! please note that i’m still a little new to haikyuu, and as such continuity in matches and wins and stuff is— really difficult hgjabhsdn. here’s the list of characters i will write, any sfw genre with any prompt!

karasuno shoyo hinata , tobio kageyama , daichi sawamura , koushi sugawara , yuu nishinoya , kei tsukishima , ryunosuke tanaka 

nekoma tetsurou kuroo , kenma kozume , lev haiba , morisuke yaku , so inuoka , shohei fukunaga

aoba johsai tooru oikawa , hajime iwaizumi fukurodani koutarou bokuto shiratorizawa satori tendou , wakatoshi ushijima other kiyoomi sakusa 

at the moment, the characters i’m working on learning how to write are:

rintaro suna atsumu miya osamu miya keiji akaashi

keep an eye out for them soon!

 thanks for checking out my blog :)

[chelsfic]

Chapter 7 - Inherited - Dracula/OFC - Dracula (2020) fanfic

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

Summary: Dracula guides Emilie through “reading” his blood. Feelings are discussed. Angst ensues.

A/N: Talkity-talk. There’s a lot of dialogue, fluff and angst in this one. A little explanation for how Dracula’s blood affects Emilie.

In episode 3 Lucy Westenra asks Dracula if he loves her and he responds right away, flippantly, “No.” The absolute casual disregard for the human emotion of love even as he caresses, comforts and cares for Emilie–yeeeeaaaahhh that’s the stuff. And it would be criminal of me not to mention that I was inspired to include this little exchange by reading @irrelevantwriter​‘s excellent Dracula x OC series, which you should all check out.

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“Vlad? Will I…will I get sick like the others? Like Lucy?”

Emilie lay in Count Dracula’s bed, her head pillowed on his chest, a bright red splash of blood staining the side of her neck. Dracula tightened his arms around her and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“Of course not, darling!” he dismissed her concern with a casual, confident tone. “You’re not like the others. I never gave any of them my blood. The power of my blood courses through your veins, it protects you.”

Emilie nodded up at him though her expression was still troubled.

The Count scoffed, “Listen to me. Tell me what you feel when you taste my blood, what you see. Here, take it.”

He made a cut in his wrist and brought it up to her lips, urging her to drink. Emilie automatically leaned in to suckle. By now the fact of blood drinking was almost routine for her. It had been an element of her love affair with Count Dracula from the beginning. Weeks had passed since they first made love in front of the fireplace and he continued to feed her while taking small amounts of her blood for himself. Emilie had yet to grow sick and weak as the others did. But she believed it was only a matter of time. The fact that she was still willing to give herself to Dracula, believing as she did that it would eventually kill her, was a mark of her devotion.

She clung to his wrist, holding it against her mouth and lapping up the blood. The feeling was overwhelming. Each time she drank from him she felt like she was a part of him, her master. She sensed his consciousness like a force pressing against her own. The shadows of his thoughts, his emotions, swirled around inside her mind. Chaotic and intoxicating.

“Tell me, Emilie,” Dracula commanded. “What do you feel? What do you see?

She pulled away from his wrist, an expression of serenity smoothing over her lovely face. Dracula regarded her with awe, she was like a fallen angel with lips stained red.

Her eyes remained closed as she answered, “I…I feel you. I can feel your thoughts, your emotions, like gusts of wind passing over me.”

Dracula smiled and smoothed his hand through her hair, praising her, “Very good. What else? Can you see anything?”

She scrunched her face in concentration, “I see…snow. A field covered in snow. It’s glowing under the moonlight. Blood stains…pools of blood everywhere. It’s a battlefield.”

“That’s excellent, Emilie! You’re a prodigy!”

She opened her eyes and met his with confusion written on her face, “I don’t understand. What was that? How could I see that place? I’ve never been there.”

“No, you have not,” the Count drew her close once more. “But I have. You saw one of my memories. Bosnia…1476. It was a bloody day but we carried it.”

Emilie watched her Count’s face as he spoke. There was an unfamiliar tone of wistful nostalgia in his voice that she’d never heard before. A different kind of blood lust, she supposed. More human.

“But how, Vlad?” she urged.

“My blood. It makes you stronger, gives you powers that mirror my own. Your senses have heightened, right? It also creates a bond between us. You can feel me, sense my thoughts and feelings just as I can yours.”

It sounded magical. For all the horror and violence associated with the vampire this one thing was…miraculous. Emilie closed her eyes again and reached out, willing her spirit to brush against his. There. She felt it, the ringing trill of his amusement floating through the air between them. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him in wonder.

“It is real!”

“Of course it is, sweetheart. And you’re the first person in over four hundred years with whom I’ve shared this. It’s amazing. You’re amazing.”

Emilie preened at Dracula’s words and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck loving the cool brush of skin, the scent of their lovemaking still hanging in the air around them.

“Vlad,” she ventured, a mischievous grin spreading on her lips, “do you know that I love you?”

Dracula’s lips quirked in a smug grin and he arched an impudent eyebrow at her, “Your blood sings with it.”

Emilie blushed, embarrassed to be so easily read, “How does it taste?”

Dracula shifted onto his side and drew back a little to fully face her, cupping her cheeks in his hands and looking deep into her eyes, “It tastes like…like those little butterflies you get in your stomach when you’re nervous. Like the heat of blood beneath your cheeks when you blush so prettily. It tastes like warm sunshine and soft kisses. It tastes…wonderful.”

Emilie felt tears prick her eyes at his words. She covered his hands in hers and delved on ahead, “And do you love me?”

She opened her psyche then, willing herself to feel his thoughts, his feelings at that moment. But before she could analyze the swell of emotion she felt from within him, he was already responding in a clipped matter-of-fact tone, “No, darling. I’m afraid not.”

Emilie felt as though a shard of ice had suddenly pierced her heart. She’d known, of course, that Dracula was not human. That he wasn’t governed by the same laws and feelings as humanity. But she hadn’t realized how much she’d mistaken thanks to her own human bias.

Dracula watched her brows furrowed in pain and confusion and though he would not admit to feelings he considered to be beneath his dignity, he also did not wish to see his darling little belonging suffer.

He nuzzled his cheek against hers and ran soothing hands down her naked back.

“Now, now,” he cooed. “Love is simply not in my nature, Emilie. I admire you. I adore watching you come undone, tasting your innocence even as I pull you into the shadows with me. I’ve enjoyed you. And I don’t wish for us to be parted. Ever. Isn’t that enough? Really, what is love? A soft, fragile thing that weakens men and keeps them at home when they should be glorying, feasting on life and death.”

Emilie clung to the Count, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back as if to hold him there. For she feared if she let go that he would suddenly fly away from her, abandoning her after she’d forfeited all of her human morals to be with him. She let out a single sob before burying her face into the crook of his neck. Tears fell from her eyes and onto his neck. Dracula continued to hold her and whisper soothing nothings into her hair. 

Emilie sniffed and batted at her eyes. She tried to reason with herself. The Count said he never wished to be apart. If that were true then there was no danger of him abandoning her and she could go on loving him even if he didn’t return her feelings, couldn’t she? She already fed him with her blood, she would feed him her love as well. And maybe he did not have the strength yet to offer anything in return. That didn’t mean he might not learn to love her as she had learned to accept his ways.

Her voice was ragged as she whispered, “My Dracula, if you will let me love you and keep you then that is all I want.”

Dracula grinned down at her, his razor sharp teeth gleaming in the light of the fire, “Then I am yours, little one. Just as you are mine.”

A/N: Dang, this one was touchy-feely, huh?

Tag list (let me know if you’d like to be included!):

@charlesdances​ 

@mr-kisskiss-bangbang 

@haleyea 

@dracula-s-bride 

@irrelevantwriter 

@felicityofbakerstreet

@festering-queen

@kaddis-world​

[wartimepearl]

I’m finally giving in watching the leaked episodes

[wellhungspeaker]

i have to write ANOTHER essay (are they trying to kill me or something) but this one’s only five or so paragraphs and no minimum word count, plus the profs not a picky grader, so i think i’ll be alright knocking this all out tonight.

after im done, im ACTUALLY going to try an write some rocky horror fanfic. or maybe in between stuff to keep to my brain juices flowing, who knows. but im going to put in a concerted effort and you can quote me on it.

also totally random aside but i might start posting stuff about like… the hypothetical rhps live show production i have created in my head because i do that whenever i listen to musicals—i just direct an entire production in my head in excruciating detail. i know no one cares about that but i want to tell SOMEONE about it because it’s been eating my brain for way too long and i love making really detailed stuff for no reason

anyways i’m gonna go write an essay

[wellhungspeaker]

well, i'm nearly done with that stupid fucking paper ive been working on (it's due 10 am sunday, i better be almost done). you know what that means.

it means im going to write more rocky horror fanfic

[wellhungspeaker]

sometimes i feel a little weird doing fandom-y things for rhps (because ive never been in a fandom this small before also because it just feels a little weird sometimes) and ill doubt myself and think "does everything NEED a fandom?? scoffs" even though. im hyperfixated super crazy style.

but then i remember that i have no mouth and i must scream has a fandom and i realize that life (fandoms) finds a way and if there is at least one person who likes something, there's probably going to be fanfic about it and some kind of ship WILL be involved

[wellhungspeaker]

Mr. wellhungspeaker, what do you think about rocky horror/yakuza crossover where Majima/Goromi is Frank, Kiryu is Brad, and Yumi is Janet?

hello person i definitely dont know in real life (hi everyone this is my friend jay). i fear you may have cooked a veritable five star fucking meal here

[wellhungspeaker]

i so SO desperately want to write rhps fanfic, because i’ve been rereading my few little bookmarks on ao3 and sighing wistfully to myself about how much i want to write some of my own but the PROBLEM IS that i cannot for the life of think of what i want to do.

so i am calling to you, my mutuals. let us blab at each other about how mentally ill we are about these characters and random ideas we have until something you or i say makes me shout “eureka!!” and jump up and down excitedly. no this is not a thinly veiled reason for asking my mutuals to talk about headcanons/character analysis/random stuff what are you talking about

all jokes and pretenses aside, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE dm me if you EVER want to talk about anything ever, even if it’s not rhps related. you guys all seem so cool and i’d love to talk to you, im just scared of messaging people. so please, if you’re ever feeling especially yappy, come to me and we can all hold hands and skip in a circle and sing like lalalala.