#thread: vasile

[fairytaletold]

@yxkanna // continued.

The fluttering of Nick’s heart is overwhelming. For a moment, pressed against him, it’s all that he can hear — like wingbeats of a panicked bird trapped within the cage of his chest, the tang of fear rising on damp skin. Vasile hates to be the one to do that; if he’d had time to be more gentle, he would have, but it isn’t his top priority right now. Because there’s a group of people outside the abandoned store they’ve been searching, and in a few moments? They’re coming in.

Before he can think better of it, he’s reached back. Ensnared Nick with fingers around one wrist, guiding him through the carnage of fallen shelves and skeletal remains. There’s a back door somewhere — leads to the loading dock he’d spotted before coming inside — and it doesn’t sound like anyone’s there yet ( or else they’re being impossibly quiet ). If they can sneak out, unnoticed, and wait until everyone else came in — well. It’s a lot easier than Plan B, at least. Although Plan B does benefit from being simple: he just kills everyone in sight.

[fairytaletold]

Nick sits up, and there's a sluggish lurch in his heart rate. It dips, losing strength, and he knows what it means. Too much taken. Too soon. He shouldn't have — but — …Nick had wanted it. Had liked it. Couldn't have been faking it well enough to fool his preternatural senses. He makes the attempt to lay the guilt aside, despite knowing it would only circle back later. ❛ No, don't—...you can... you sit. ❜ And before the other can disagree, he's already halfway to the kitchen.

AH, RIGHT. THE reason Vasile is always so withdrawn. He hasn't seen one of those times yet. He hopes he never will - although the idea isn't enough to drive him away.

FINGERS GENTLY GHOST up his arm, offering touch if he'd like it. "I trust you," is his response, as genuine as he can make it. Eyes close for a moment as he takes a deep breath; the throbbing in his neck is a little more palpable, as is the way his head swims now that he's sitting up. "... Mh. I'm going to get some orange juice. Do you want anything?"

[crowhoonter]

rating Parahumans guys on how well I think they'd be as parents

Brian: I think Brian would believe he is a great father, but there is too much repressed emotions and depression in there to properly care for and raise a child. 3/10, Not particularly good.

Alec: Alec has lacked a real positive parental unit in his life, and while I don't think he would purposefully be shitty to a kid, I think he might fall back on what he knows from his own youth. Might be a fun older brother though. 3/10, needs to focus on himself first

Danny Hebert: Too sad about his wife dying to properly parent. no further notes. 2/10, Danny please get it together Taylor is relying on you

Armsmaster: Would rub off his worst personality traits onto a kid, resulting in them being the average r/malelivingspace user. Might also encourage child to grow poor facial hair. 1/10, I feel bad for whatever unfortunate soul is consigned to this fate.

Coil: Coil would be an absent father for 90% of your childhood, unless you were useful for his plans. In that case, he would feed you drugs or some other unethical thing and make you work for him (child labor (bad)). 2/10, conditions are poor but you might get to meet some of the other children he has, fixing the playdate situation.

Kaiser: See in story results. -5/10 Nazis don't make good parents.

Uber and Leet: They come as a package deal obviously, and they are actually pretty okay parents, they aren't great obviously but they aren't tremendous failures either. That is until you show up on one of their livestreams and then you are the laughingstock of the school. 4/10 Don't upload your kids online.

Scion: Too sad about his wife dying to properly parent. Also not emotionally available. 1/10, get it together man people are relying on you.

Mark Dallon: Not necessarily a bad parent, but he has a laundry list of problems that he needs to work through before he can begin to think to focus on his kids. 3/10, he's trying by god. He's not doing good but he's trying.

Number Man: He would probably respond to any question his kid asks with some weird philosophical math metaphor. Is a killer cook though. Also math classes would be a breeze. Unfortunately, most of his time is dedicated to cauldron. 5/10, grades will be great.

Accord: The worst type of helicopter parent. He would make itineraries to follow any time his kid went out and would require them home in pristine condition super early. Has a rigorous study schedule and puts a lot of pressure on you to succeed, and you know he wants whats best for you but like its stifling and you aren't really living for you but for him. Sure grades are good but you just can't do it anymore. 4/10, the depression and GPA are soaring.

Jack Slash: As seen in Worm, he is an absolutely killer parent. Has a fun family vibe? check. Engages with his children's interest and allows them to pursue it? check. Keeps his child intellectually and creatively stimulated? check. Takes his family all over the country to see new exciting places and people? check. Dude is simply top tier on the parenting skill. Sure the family dynamic is a bit unorthodox, but when the results look this good can you really argue? 10/10 Jack Slash has got it going on.

[naviculariis]

This seems like a good time to remind folks of this part of my pinned post [ which is also in my mobile rules & in my carrd. ]

I write content that does fall under the Dead Dove Umbrella. Not anything sexualized, but I do tend to write more uncomfortable topics regarding:

•Familial Physical / Mental Abuse

•Matricide / Patricide

•Delusions, psychosis, PTSD-induced panic disorders / attacks

•Drug abuse / usage [ specific to very few muses & tagged very heavily as such, if I ever post that here, which I highly doubt I will. ]

•GORE. This is a big one. I try to write things as being accurate in terms of injuries / wounds, death scenes, battlefield scenes, etc. I come from a medical background, I spent 5 years listening to nursing students and their lectures as well as helping them study for their exams, and I'm a massive history buff. Things like period-accurate medical procedures are my weird niche. So I don't shy away from gore. I've taken history & medical courses specifically for this.

•DEATH. Death of loved ones. Death of mind. Ego Death. Raising the dead & using the dead as weapons. The dead are here.

•I'M A HORROR FANTASY WRITER. Granted, I have toned down a LOT of stuff regarding a few OCs to make it more publicly palatable ( malekai, mizuki, milorad, and vasille specifically ) for the RPC.

•Also, I tap into certain things that in general make folks uncomfortable ( uncanny valley, certain phobias regarding insects or serpents, medical-based things, body dysmorphia + body dysphoria, self mutilation, body horror, stalking, obsessiveness / possessiveness in a totally not good way, etc. )

Granted, majority of these will only show up in *SOLOS*, or rarely in threads between myself and a small select others that are OKAY with these topics. And today was a big slip in regards to how I normally tag, and I apologize for that. I do try to tag my posts as accurately as possible, but sometimes shit slips and that's on me.

If there are specific triggers that you have, PLEASE. LET ME KNOW. I can't remember every single trigger every single person has, so I try to cover broad bases, but if I need to be more specific- I gladly will. But I need to know what these are, because not everyone will have the same triggers.

That being said: if Something I post makes you uncomfortable, and you no longer wish to remain mutuals: softblock me. It's okay. It sucks, but if it makes your experience here better? I understand. It's okay. No hard feelings. Or even hard block me ( though if you don't mind, give me a heads up so I don't go asking where xyz is. I won't be angry, I promise. I get it. My block list is a mile long on various platforms. )

Alright.

That's all.

[felonytaxevasion]

Not sure if you're still working on a Heartbroken timeline, but if you are there was a recent thread where wildbow pretty much confirmed your thoughts on Nathan being older (though I guess you already got there from reading the same details from Ward)

Let's look at the situation of him kicking Darlene down the stairs (which you ignored completely in your reply). Darlene *had to* make him feel it, in Candy's words. Specifically, he's picking on young, female members of the family, with implications he's considerably older and stronger. There's no indication that he's "Lashing out at his abusers", a detail you're inventing for Nathan's sake. The only actions we see are retaliatory, where he picks on young members of the family and they respond. If Joe gets a stick and pokes dogs and gets savaged repeatedly, is it victim blaming to point out the pattern? Because that's all I'm doing here- laying out a full picture. If anything, it's victim blaming to call the dogs the abusers after the fact. You're holding the girls (who were themselves living under Heartbreaker's tyranny, which was arguably worse to girls than to guys) to aggressively strict standards while downplaying and/or ignoring what Nathan is doing, inventing details (that they're laughing about it, that Aisha is okaying it, that they abused him prior to him targeting them, among other things) and that's really worrying.

Oh fascinating!!! I am *always* working on my heartbreaker timeline though I will admit at some point I started to find it more fun to fill it out with headcanons than real facts.

It does still feel nice to be validated even if Word of God is something I feel like I only halfway care about. I think that there's a really interesting power dynamic in this depiction of Nathan. He's older and meaner but explicitly unpowered, a fact that renders him less valuable to Heartbreaker and an easy target for his other siblings. It's probably why he, according to this new information, went after Candy and Darlene frequently. They're younger and they're girls, they're probably some of the only siblings he's able to feel like he has power over. But then when they get powers and successfully defend themselves it puts him right back at the bottom of the pecking order. It doesn't give us any new information about how the Vasil family operated but it's another deeply sad example of how violent and toxic it was. Instead of having solidarity with his fellow easily targeted siblings he saw an opportunity to gain back power which ended up backfiring and put him in an even worse place. :') Vasil family makes me so sad man

[fairytaletold]

If only she knew how deeply that sentiment hit in him, too. He has been a love starved, wandering child — grown into an aimless man, drifting through life, anchorless. And hungry as he’d been for a home, some part of him had always felt that maybe he didn't deserve one, after all. Maybe he was too monstrous; men like him didn't get to live in warmth and light and love like that.

But here she is, palms at his cheeks, and between the press of each finger he can feel it sing in his bones: home. With her, no matter where that is. His smile is bright and unrestrained, visible for just a beat before it's drawn to her lips, kissing her with growing heat.

She loves him. She loves this. Seeing the grin widen on his face, the giddiness rise until he can barely contain it.

Not even the kiss he pulls her into can wipe the smile from her own face. It's not the smoothest of things - both of them smiling too much for there to be any finesse about it - but it's perfect. Hartleys own hands come up to cradle his face - to brush at his cheekbones and thread through his hair. To touch the man she loves, simply because she can.

"I love you." This is murmured against his lips - perhaps now she's unstoppered, the words will tumble from her freely, every second of every day. Because she's not had a home in years, she does now, doesn't she - here in his arms, cradled like something precious.

[fairytaletold]

@miidnighters // continued.

He didn’t mean to. He really fuckin’ didn’t — but it’s the barest slip of concentration that turns a parry into a killing blow when you’ve been cursed with superior strength and size. There’s a crack as the man’s head hit the wall, body crumpling into the alley, and for all his immediate remorse, it doesn’t change one simple fact: he’s dead.

He hears them coming long before they speak. Stays immobile, hoping it’s a passerby, wanting to avoid any movement that would inevitably draw their eye. Doesn’t matter. They stop, and he’s getting to his feet in the calm, measured way that doesn’t show off his inhuman speed. Not that it makes a difference: she pulls a gun, and he can smell the polished tang of silver. He smothers a growl at the back of his throat — unbidden, instinctual. Drawn out by a threat. It’s not coincidence that she’s here.

( He doesn’t need to add to the body count. )

❛ — y’need to leave. ❜ He can’t stop the way his hackles raise, how eyes darken at that gun. Teeth grit. ❛ Now. ❜

[fairytaletold]

He’s really not an animal guy. It’s got a lot less with how he feels about them and a lot more with the fact that they always hate him. Can’t blame them, really. They can smell something’s off a mile away — know a predator when they see one, he guesses, even if he’s not trying to be that way. “Sorry,” he offers short but sincere. Casts a dubious glance at the beast. “But he’s, uh. He’s real pretty.”

@sonderiings | starter call | accepting

"Wanna hear some bullshit that kept happening today?" Planting herself firmly beside the dhampir, Damaris tightened her grip on Mixcoatl's leash, just in case her willful canine companion got the bright idea to bolt the second she got comfortable. "It didn't matter how many times I told people Mix isn't friendly, they kept trying to fucking touch him-- the audacity." She could violate the demons personal space all she wanted, but strangers? Absolutely not.

[nekowithascythe]

I really wish there were more cluster fics but I can sort of understand ehy there isn't, it is very hard to do, much less get right. I am actually writing a different story again, I'm not giving up on other I just have too much ADHD to focus on one thing, ever. And really all I got for the "cluster" was a sort, I guess it would be a emotional scale between them, where one person can end up with both people's emotions, leaving the other completely emotionless, and it flipd flops between them while have a period where the emotions are fairly balanced for little while before tipping again. It really only came up because I wanted a Taylor as Vasil story, because ther eis like two, and they are both, like two chapters at most, and one of them just has Taylor have a weaker version of Khepri's power. So I decided to go for String/Threads. Thinking that her trigger could focus on how she constantly feels like apuppet dancing of her Father's steing and having her power lock onto that thought specifically. Cause that's, like, how triggers work right? In the situation what ever their breaking minds focus on ins what the shard latches on to.

[polcrity]

ELI VOGEL>>>ANY VASILE

Eli: Lev is under strict surveillance. If you need to see him, I'm here to let you in.

Eli: He's in a fragile state. If I see anyone being confrontational, punishment will be delivered.

[stardustend-archive]

          it isn’t exactly every day that viktor finds himself with the urge to discuss certain things. especially when those things just happen to be feelings. of course he’s not one to deny such feelings, but he’s also become quite accustomed to brushing them off. but, there’s no brushing it off this time. and in fact, even through the rush of fucking someone’s brains out he’s still left with the thoughts in his head. sweaty and still a little out of breath ( he isn’t as young and spry as he once was ) he sits up, pressing his back against the headboard of his bed.

“ if i start talking to you again are you going to interrupt and change the subject? ”

               @defectiveanarchy   /   didn’t ask for this but gets it anyway c:

[sevnthson]

                   `     there   is   not   much   in   this   heart   of   mine  ,      `      he   states   quietly .       THEY   DON’T   REALLY   KNOW   EACH   OTHER   ------   the   chances   are   that   she   thinks   the   same   of   him   as   most .     evil .     but   despite   that  ,      she   at   least   seems   to   listen .

                 `       but   there’s   a   little   left .       `       @gothamcartel  ( i think about you - guns n’ roses )

[naviculariis]

How some folks feel about Christmas is how I feel about Halloween. It's my favorite holiday, it always has been my favorite, I love dressing up & decorating & everything that revolves around Halloween ( trick or treating, handing out candy, Halloween festivals, pumpkin carving, corn mazes, whole nine yards folks. )

It's also the only Holiday I feel okay with celebrating & writing Threads around!! So. Like. If y'all ever want to, I'm MORE than down for Halloween or fall based threads. Whether it's out muses going to a Halloween party or festival, your muse listening to Vasille or one of the Fujihara talk about the cultural significance of the holiday, or some SPOOKS- I'm more than down. Please. Come to me.

[sassdacious]

nik ● @ncirdejais​

detransforming, the young ravenclaw has learned, does not get easier through each cycle — completely in contrast to what the arrogant alpha told her in the rushed orientation when she unfortunately got bitten all those years ago.

      at least, the only consolation she gets from this whole ordeal is that detransforming was far easier — and far better — than transforming into her wolf persona. and so, as the last remnants of the moon herself fades away into the morning light and as her fur morphed into human skin, emma couldn’t help but to sigh with relief at the signal that it’s finally over. however, her relief was fleeting as the inevitable CRASH of lethargy suddenly caught up with her. she absolutely cannot wait to land face-first into her dorm bed back in the castle.

      — then she had to remember that she lost the aforementioned alpha last night.

      a loud frustrated groan escaped her lips, letting herself sink back into the filthy floor where she detransformed on. completely ignoring the dirt in her hands, the witch found herself digging and rubbing the heels of her palm against her eyes as her ire slowly bubbles up to the surface. great. she’d really rather not deal another problem like this early this morning; most especially right after a full moon.

      ( emma learned earlier in life that she has little to no control over what she does and doesn’t want in her life. unfortunately, looks like life forget the memo of what she actually wants and instead started shoving what she doesn’t want down her throat in the most inopportune time. )

      fortunately for her, with the sliver of luck she had left in her bones, nik wasn’t that hard to track with her heightened sense of smell. it was almost a miracle that she didn’t get distracted by the other scents around her, considering her situation and her condition. however, her pace slows down as another strong scent hit her nose. a familiar one. her stomach DROPS, hoping that she was wrong. hoping that what she’s smelling that was intertwining with her alpha’s scent wasn’t—

      ❝ ... nikolai ? ❞ she called out, inhaling sharply as she sees the state of the other newly detransformed werewolf right in front of her. FUCK. ❝ jesus christ, rowena, and merlin, what the fuck did you do this time ? ❞

[longdeadblonde]

"I'm a believer in mercy. Not many of us are, so you better count your lucky stars. And I have no colleagues, only siblings." The whole lot of lunatics would be a lot easier to shake if they weren't all bound by blood.

"As for the concept of being busy," Dialen chuckled to herself. At best, the passage of time was a plaything for her. "Time is never of the essence. You really have no clue as to who you've stumbled upon."

"Though, is dying. . .something you do often?" The demoness made a strange rattling sound, something that vaguely sounded like snorting back laughter. "One of God's tortured guinea pigs?"

She sat in silence for a minute listening to him, contemplating what the man was asking of her. Now, this was a strange request. "I mean, immortality is on the menu. It's mostly innovators who are aware of their borrowed time who ask for such a thing. Those who wish to see their projects all the way through with their own hands and eyes. Be it for the sake of humankind or for vanity."

"Is it that you run in loops? Or when it ends, you wake up somewhere new? How does it work?" It may not be as simple as keeping his body fresh.

Payment was another issue. Literally. This was something she could never decide on, "Your soul is interchangeable with a bag of potato chips to me. And souls are lacking in texture. I can always use another errand boy. Though, what I have to offer is far more valuable than your labor. We can figure out your final payment some other day."

The ancient tome in his hand caught her attention. Her cold, white hands beckoned him closer, long nails clattering against each other like bone. Not only was she curious about the text but curious about whether the alchemist would dare come closer.

If you made varied enough spiritual criticisms over enough lives, you were bound to end up calling a wrong number. He was usually the one lamenting and slinging about dramatic announcements, though Vasil had expected all this of demonic entity.

He did not expect to come across this one in particular.

A lizard-lion-lady creature was not what he'd bargained on, but it seemed a waste not to make the best of it, given he was here now. Wherever here was. In between 'holy f-' and 'there's less fire than I expected', the thought did occur to Vasil that it'd be a nightmare to find a bus ride home.

Doing his best to stop shaking, he knotted his fingers together and cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Right." Another dry cough. "Thank you for your time. I've no doubt you must be a busy individual." His eye darted off to the darkness, expecting something horrible to jump out at any second now. "In truth ...I've been putting this whole thing off. The last time I made prayer to the powers that be, they sent a very rude and impetuous Englishman, and he stole my good boots."

The alchemist glanced down at the old tome in his hands, pages splayed open to a ghastly depiction of some bull-headed spider. A distinct lack of reptilian or sphynx-like features, he noted with no small amount of worry.

"This is- well, this is rather mortifying; I think there might have been some kind of error. I was looking for... I suppose a colleague of yours, maybe? It wasn't my intention to interrupt your day." Finding a speck of unwarranted courage, he looked up at where he expected her face might be.

"...I'd quite like to stop dying so much; is there any chance you're in that business? I'm not sure what I can offer you in return. I hear souls are usually popular, but..." He trailed off, clearly unsure how to proceed. This bit was not in the book.