#Maybe even Cliff and Louis?!?

[viaphni]

With the way the Ruined Reality fandom, particularly the Discord, is joking about Fallen and Ruin's death (courtesy of yours truly (my lifes biggest regret)), I am AFRAID for what will come from Season 3

[puck-luck]

give him six | trevor zegras

warnings: extreme domination. EXTREME domination. daddy kink because i do what i want. edging. spanking. cockwarming. at the same time. don’t worry about it. i do what i want. HINTS of anal play but they don’t actually do it. derogatory language (name calling…). crying during sex. sorry! spit kink. had to be done. subspace! ugh need a man to put me in that BAD bad pairing: trevor zegras x fem!reader summary/request: “thinking about trevor zegras needing to fuck his gf roughly after a tough game to let out his frustration bc i can sooooo see him being into that. but he’d always be looking out for u too, saying to tell him if it hurts and checking in to ask if she’s ok, but as soon as she assures him she is he’s just going absolutely nuts not holding back 🫠” wc: 4109

You don’t have to look at Trevor to see how angry he is. He lost a few weeks of hockey due to his broken ankle and now he was back– but he couldn’t make a fucking goal in a shootout to get the win for his team? The worst part was that his shot was denied not by the goalie, but by the post. By the fucking post. 

Trevor loves to flaunt his accuracy in the backyard, in the practice rink, even when tossing trash into the garbage bin, but the one time he doesn’t mean to hit the post, the puck does? It’s idiocracy. It’s humiliating. He’s better than this. He knows it, you know it, the whole world knows it. But St. Louis got to celebrate tonight, and maybe if he hadn’t hit the damn post, then he’d be celebrating with his teammates instead of stewing in your bed. 

His arms are crossed over his chest and the TV isn’t even on– you join him and want to laugh at the image of your pouty boyfriend wallowing in silence. You climb under the covers with Trevor. 

“You did really well, Trev,” you compliment, settling into the mattress.

“We should’ve won,” he replies.

You sigh. “You can’t win them all.”

Trevor scoffs. “Yeah, well, we could’ve won this one,” he snaps.

You stare at him for a moment while his tone really sets in. “You don’t have to talk to me like that,” you say, your voice growing cold. “I wasn’t out on the ice with you.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He, at least, sounds the part. He covers his face with his hands, the heels of his palms pressed against his eyes. “I just– I’m so mad.”

You take a deep breath. You don’t have to be at work until 9 and it’s about five minutes away if you leave on time. You have to do the laundry tomorrow afternoon anyway. Trevor would feel better if you did this. You really wanted to sleep after the game tonight, but it would be a lie if you said you didn’t want to make him feel better. Another deep breath.

“Why don’t you take it out on me?” You ask.

Trevor looks over at you, surprise written all over his features. “Really?” He asks, like a child who was just told that he could have another candy before bed. “Like last time?”

Last time. You practically start salivating, thinking about how Trevor brought you to the edge and ripped you away from the cliff time after time, until you were sobbing and screaming and begging for a release. 

“Yeah, like last time,” you agree, already a little absent. Trevor notices, of course he does, he’s more in tune with your body than you are at this rate.

A smile tugs on the corner of Trevor’s lips, but he ignores it.

“Hands and knees,” Trevor says. “Right in front of me.”

You position yourself accordingly.

Trevor smooths a hand over your behind, your shirt riding up and exposing your skin due to the position you’re in. You hadn’t worn anything else to bed– why would you? You and Trevor had been together for ages and you weren’t exactly new to his… post-loss coping mechanisms. 

“Elbows,” Trevor corrects. His cock twitches when you immediately drop to your elbows, no hesitation in your movements. You’re silent, like he wants when you play like this, and you’ll do anything he says. You’re gorgeous like this, all spread out and listening to him with your head forward like a good girl, waiting for your next instruction.

You hear his voice over the thumping of your heart, although you’re not sure how. You’re always finding Trevor in the mess of everything. 

“Bite the sheets,” Trevor commands, shimmying out of his boxers. You can hear him moving and you take the bedsheets in your mouth, the fabric almost immediately saturating with your saliva. “Close your eyes.” You slide your eyes shut and wait, your shaky breath filling the room and heating your face.

Something warm probes at your entrance and for a moment, you can’t tell if it’s Trevor’s fingers or his cock. The answer comes to you via a sharp spank on your left cheek, with Trevor’s left hand. He always fingers you with his left hand so that he can keep his right around your neck– the hand that’s currently kneading your other cheek. 

He pushes his cock into you slowly, the movement more like he’s pulling you back than pushing you forward. 

“Six shots,” Trevor muses, watching his cock disappear into you. “Six shots, and I didn’t make one.”

You bite back the reassurance, swallowing it. Trevor doesn’t want to hear it.

“Do you know how that feels?”

You don’t answer. He still doesn’t want to hear it.

“I’ll show you,” Trevor promises, his voice deceptively soft. His hand rests against your skin, heavy and present. 

You get lost in the feeling easily, your mouth full of the comforter and your fingers twisted in the top sheet. Your eyes stay closed, the red-tinged darkness grounding you. 

“Yeah, I’ll show you,” he repeats, his voice darker this time. “You’re going to understand exactly what it feels like to come so close six times, just for all of that to be taken away from you.”

Your eyes open at his words and you pale. You spit the covers out and break your silence. “Six times?” You ask, incredulous. “Trev.”

“Daddy,” Trevor corrects with a spank. “Unless that’s… not what we’re doing tonight?”

You clench down on his length at the contact and the name, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sound of his voice. Trevor is playing with you, teasing you. His fingers are walking all over you– the small of your back, your cheeks, down your crack all the way to where he’s buried inside of you… and it’s distracting.

You find yourself nodding. “It is.”

“Good,” Trevor says. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make the second and third ones quick, okay?”

His voice is full of condescension, like he knows you’re going to lose track of everything as soon as he starts hitting you. He’s right, but that’s neither here nor there.

For as long as you’d been dating Trevor, you’d never seen him tap into the mindset that he has on the ice off the ice. However, when he’s bringing his hand down on your ass, he gets pretty damn close.

His spanks are precise and powerful. He’s leaving pink handprints all over your skin, from the fleshy parts of your ass to the top of your thighs, even a few falls over the hole that he’s not occupying. Each flash of his hand leaves your skin burning and your hips inching upwards, begging for more. All of this, and he’s still inside you– the torture of the spanking is that he isn’t moving, and you’re not supposed to.

You lose track of the count, feeling your stomach flip with each slap. What starts as stinging pain turns into aching pleasure, and the sensations aren’t lost on Trevor.

He feels you jolt each time he brings his hand down on your skin, the clench of your pussy around his cock, the pounding of your pulse from inside of you. Trevor smirks and shifts his hips forward as he brings his hand down, his hand making contact with your asshole just as his tip nudges against your g-spot.

You wail, lurching under Trevor’s watchful eye. You fuck back on his cock once, only managing the movement one measly time, before Trevor stills you with a hand and slides out of you.

“No,” you breathe out, voice muffled by your makeshift gag. 

“Yes,” Trevor replies, smug. “Isn’t it frustrating?”

You glare at him, turning so he can see the look on your face.

All it does is make him laugh. “Well, now I have to really punish you, don’t I?” He asks. “I can’t have my baby making angry faces at me.”

Trevor taps your hip, wordlessly telling you to move. You resume your original position next to him, expecting Trevor to tell you to put your “pretty little hand” on his cock and jerk him until he comes all over your freshly manicured fingers. 

You don’t expect him to slide under the covers and hike up your shirt until your breasts are exposed. Trevor hooks a leg around yours, his mouth exhaling warm air onto your nipple. His fingers tap at your skin, one hand on your side and the other on your mound, making its way south. 

“We’re going to do four like this,” Trevor tells you. His voice is merely a whisper, crawling over in your skin and raising goosebumps in its wake. “Just like this. I’m gonna take one,” he breathes, catching your nipple between his teeth for a split second before continuing. “Right here. Gimme one, baby, just from me licking your tits. I know you can.”

He dives in, tongue first. Your jaw drops as Trevor’s eyes close, the same way you know they do when you kiss him. It’s surreal, seeing him kiss and lick over your skin the way he normally does over your lips. His eyelashes flutter, the long, dark pieces of hair stealing your train of thought. 

Trevor surprises you with how quickly he brings you to the edge again. He promised that the second and third would be quick, but you didn’t know just how quick he meant.

You let out a strangled gasp and your hand flies to Trevor’s hair when he opens his eyes and lets his adoring gaze fix on your face. You pull him off your chest, heaving breaths filling your lungs. 

Trevor smirks, but it never quite reaches his eyes. The same look burns you, makes you shy under his gaze. You blush and look away, one of your hands covering the redness on your cheeks.

“Good,” Trevor remarks, a mere observation. “You got close, didn’t you, baby?”

You nod, still breathing heavily.

Trevor waits, expectant. He tilts his head down and blinks.

“Yes, Daddy,” you concede. “I was close.”

“Honest girl,” Trevor praises. His fingers dance over your slit. “Love you.”

“Love you,” you parrot back to him. 

Trevor rewards you by pushing one finger into your heat, pumping it in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. 

Your breath stays shaky, your eyes never leaving Trevor’s. His finger drags along your walls, petting the inside of you with its pad, and you swear you can feel the ridges of his fingerprint inside of you if you focus enough. 

It’s hard to focus on that when Trevor’s got his scrutinizing eyes on yours, though.

“What finger is it?” Trevor asks.

“What?” You stammer, finally blinking and breaking the trance. 

Trevor’s other hand flies up to steady your chin before you can look down and ruin his game. “Which finger–” Trevor asks, curling it inside you. “–am I fucking you with?”

Your brain stalls. It’s a no-brainer, really, you should know each of Trevor’s fingers by feel alone with how often they make their way inside of you. However, you’ve been denied two orgasms already and Trevor is close to taking a third from you with just his smug stare.

“Come on,” Trevor goads. “You know which finger this is, baby. The faster you tell me, the faster I get you to your orgasm.”

“Yeah, the faster you take it away,” you reply. 

Trevor’s eyes cloud over and he jams his finger inside you, increasing his pace. “Don’t be a bitch.”

You open your mouth to retort, but Trevor twists his finger inside of you.

“Unless you want me to fuck you like one,” he teases. 

You clench down on Trevor’s finger, his middle finger you realize, when he utters those words.

“You like that?” Trevor asks, unnecessarily. He can feel how you feel about it. “You like the idea of me getting my cock in you and fucking you like a damn animal? What is it, baby? Is it the primal instinct of it all or just the fact that I’m disciplining you like you’re worth less than I am?”

You moan at his words, logical responses and formed sentences too far from you to grasp.

“Tell me.” Trevor nudges your g-spot and you arch your back, your hips grinding against his finger… just for him to draw it out of you. “Not so fast. We’ve still got three more to go.”

“I was close,” you complain.

“So was I,” Trevor counters. “Hurts, doesn’t it? When things don’t work out the way you want them to?” 

“Trevor!” You frown, put off by his game.

“Well, now you’ve really done it,” Trevor growls, shoving two fingers inside of you and resting his thumb on your clit. “You know better than to call me by my name.”

You’re drenched in sweat and slick, so Trevor’s movements aren’t hindered in the slightest, not even when you squeeze your thighs shut. All Trevor does is push them open, trap your thigh under his bony knee. Somehow, even though you just had your legs spread, Trevor seems to push in further and rub your clit faster, hitting every right spot in alternating movements: clit, then g-spot, clit, then g-spot again. And over and over.

You don’t warn him this time, you don’t pull away. You try not to clench down, you try not to rock your hips, you try anything that might get you real relief from a real orgasm without Trevor noticing.

But it’s also a futile effort because your boyfriend knows you that well.

He withdraws his fingers just as your legs, the traitors, begin to tremble.

“Oh, baby, you didn’t think you’d get away with that, did you?” Trevor teases.

“Please,” you beg. “Please, Daddy.”

Trevor’s eyes flash with approval and he teases your entrance again, this time with a third finger. “Don’t worry,” he coos. “We’ve only got two more. Then I’ll let you come.”

You choke on your own spit when Trevor buries his three fingers inside of you, all in one motion. He doesn’t dawdle or stall for time. He doesn’t take advantage of the situation at hand– that you were already shaking for him and a pump of his fingers would give you away to the pleasure just on the other side of your approaching peak.

No, he doesn’t pump his fingers. He just wiggles them as deep as he can get them and smirks before dropping a kiss on your lips. He lowers himself then and blows cool air on your clit, spreading your folds with his other hand so the full bundle of nerves is revealed to him. He leans in and captures it with his tongue, lightly sucking on the bundle. It’s not the most friction he’s ever given you, but it’s consistent. He builds you up on his tongue, slowly, so slowly. 

And when your thighs close around his head, he stops. You’re aching for a release, tears building along your waterline. Your refractory period is shrinking with each near-orgasm, your babbles begging for Trevor to do something.

“I need it,” you beg, but the words feel more like a scream with how heavy they sit on your chest. 

“Oh, I know you need it,” Trevor replies, tone mocking. “You need it so bad, you’re acting up. Talking back, not using my name, not answering my questions, trying to trick me so that you can get an orgasm. I ought to leave you like this, really show you what it’s like to be left frustrated after a disappointing performance.”

“No,” you whimper. “No, Trevor, that’s too much.”

It’s not your word, it’s not a cry of pain, but it still gives Trevor pause. 

“Need me to be sweet to you?” Trevor asks, his eyes genuine and his hair wild from your wandering grasp.

You whine, arching your back. Trevor smiles fondly, but bats you away. When your back makes contact with the mattress again, Trevor’s deft fingers pinch your nipple and cause you to arch up a second time. He pushes you back down.

“Slut,” Trevor chastises. “Think you can distract me with your tits? This isn’t amateur hour, baby. I’ve still got to steal one orgasm from you.”

You blanch at that, your eyes wide. You take in every detail of his face, panting. There isn’t anything you could say that could stop him, except your word, but you’d rather curl into a ball and die than stop this right now. The words don’t come to you to tell him to continue, though.

“I’m going to get you so close,” Trevor whispers, his face close to yours. He leans down and kisses your neck. You arch into him, your once-useless hands finding his sides. You feel over the muscle there, his lean waist and strong chest. “You’re going to be right there, baby, and then I’m going to take it all away.”

“Please,” you repeat, but it’s indecipherable whether you’re begging Trevor to let you come or begging Trevor to leave you wanting more.

“Yeah,” Trevor agrees, sliding his three fingers back into your wet cunt. 

You moan sharply at the intrusion, pumping deep into you this time and dragging along your walls in a torturous way. It feels so good, it has you seeing white specks when you manage to open your eyes and look at Trevor. His eyes are trained on your cunt, watching your wetness seep all over his fingers. When you push his hair out of his face, his eyes lift to meet yours. 

His pupils are blown wide with lust and he’s got a snarl rumbling from deep in his chest. It is primal, you realize, the way he’s bullying his fingers into your cunt without a thought about what you can or can’t handle. He’s taking you, the way that you’ll only ever allow him to do.

“Gonna come?” Trevor asks, the evil smirk overtaking his face again.

“Please,” you beg again.

“‘Please,’” Trevor mocks. “Is that the only word you know?”

He pulses his hand, his fingers bouncing off your walls and causing you to jolt and scramble to find something to hold onto. That something ends up being Trevor’s hair and the pillow to your side. Your chest is heaving again, your nipples taut and pointed and begging to be touched. 

As Trevor’s eyes trail down your body at a snail’s pace, you can feel your orgasm approaching. You yank his hair and he winces, bringing his hand to your neck and squeezing in retaliation.

“Daddy,” you wheeze, the edge of your vision growing fuzzy and dark. It’s the only warning you can give Trevor as the cliff starts to crumble below you, as you start to fall away into the orgasm that was denied from you for so long.

And when Trevor pulls his fingers out of you, he yanks you back onto solid ground.

And, unsurprisingly, you start to cry.

It’s not pretty, either. It’s not a tear here and there when you’re deepthroating your boyfriend, or the beautiful running of mascara as he fucks your face at some hockey event. No, this is full-on sobbing, gut-wrenching cries that have Trevor taking inventory of all the things he did to you, wondering if he pushed you too far. He rubs your thighs with both of his hands in a soothing motion, ignoring the glistening precum that he’s inadvertently rubbing into your skin. 

“Baby,” Trevor murmurs. 

You sob and raise your arms, needing him to hold you. Trevor’s face softens immediately and he pulls you into his chest, turning so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard and you’re awkwardly dangling half on his lap, half off. You keen into his neck, burying your face in his soft, tan skin.

“My girl,” Trevor whispers, rubbing your arms now and pulling you closer to him, comforting you with his warmth. “You’re perfect.”

“Daddy,” you whisper into his neck. “Please.”

Trevor tilts your head back and looks into your eyes. His gaze looks sad, meeting your own, red and puffy. “Please what, baby?”

“I need your cock,” You plead, petting over his stomach with a hand that feels like its made of static. “I need you to make me come, Daddy.”

Trevor groans, sounding pained. He twitches beneath you. “Like this?” He asks.

You nod, losing your words again. It’s a timid but vehement nod, needing Trevor to press inside you more than anything, but not knowing if you could handle another ruined orgasm.

“Please, let me come this time,” you say, trying to look as pathetic and needy as you can. With big doe eyes like this, Trevor has always been bad at denying you the things you want. 

“Yeah, I think I’ve tortured you enough,” Trevor agrees, reaching under you and pressing his cockhead against your entrance. “Give me a bounce, baby. Wanna see your tits jump in front of my face, yeah?”

Trevor snakes his hands around to grab your bottom, his fingers tight against the skin. He uses his leverage to bounce you for him, knowing that you don’t have control over your movements as fucked out as you are, and he’d hate to see you cry more because you’re mad at yourself for not moving the way he wanted you to.

He lifts you up and down, snapping his hips up to meet yours when they fall. His eyes flicker between your boobs and your face, the teartracks drying over your cheeks as you allow yourself to be consumed by ecstasy. One of Trevor’s hands flies upward, tracing over your skin until he threads it between the strands of your hair. Once his whole hand is enveloped in your roots, he tugs and your mouth falls open.

Trevor leans forward and directs a glob of spit down your throat, his forceful hawk causing his spit to find the back of your throat. 

You convulse on top of him, trembling under his watchful gaze and his warm cock. “Daddy,” you pant, feeling like you’re burning and drowning in your desire for him. Trevor slips his thumb into your mouth as you come and you suck on it like a child, grinding against him through your aftershocks.

You’re floating on air by the time your aftershocks cease and Trevor pulls out of you gently, grasping his cock in his fist. He’s watching you and you’re watching him. Never breaking eye contact, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

Trevor presses his tip to your tongue and strokes his cock, squeezing on the downstroke and groaning curses with each turn of his hand. He comes just seconds later, his white ropes of come gracing your tastebuds. He pulls away after only a few drops intersect with your tongue, continuing to come in spurts over your cheeks, lips, and nose. A bit of come drips down the tip of your nose and you poke your tongue out again to try and catch it, which makes Trevor laugh.

Still lost in your post-orgasm haze, you barely notice when Trevor leaves the bed and comes back with a moist towel. He wipes your face, then your thighs and pussy, dropping a kiss on your lower belly after he’s finished. You let out a breath at that, not knowing that you were holding it, astounded by the fragility and intimacy of the moment.

“Daddy,” you say out loud, mostly just to yourself. Mostly just to feel the word on your tongue, feel it take its shape in your mouth. It sounds like awe.

Trevor deposits the towel in the hamper across the room with a toss, proving yet again that his precision and accuracy are off the charts most of the time. He crowds your space, tracing your features with his delicate pinky. “Did Daddy make you feel good, baby?” Trevor asks. “You made Daddy feel good.”

You whine at that and almost want to cry again at the praise. All the time you spent wondering if you were good enough, if you’d ever get a boyfriend who loved you and stayed with you was worth it when you found Trevor. He always said the right things, made you feel things you’d never felt before. 

“I love you,” you say.

Trevor slips his thumb into your mouth, watching your eyes close in bliss as he presses it against your tongue. You can still taste where he was rubbing your pussy with this digit.

“I love you,” he replies, voice soft. His voice sounds like awe, too.

note: small town girl chapter 1 next! (hopefully)

[loustat-0]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE SEASON TWO PREDICTION & POSSIBLE SPOILERS =========>>>>>>

2x1 is going to be about the revenants & Claudia & Louis being bitter towards each other in Europe . Louis seeing Lestat's hallucination .

2x2 arrival to Paris meeting the vampire Armand & the coven of theater the vampires .

2x3 Flashbacks to Armand & Lestat relationship & Nickolas . Parts of Lestat backstory & Armand's back story told by Armand in Dubai to Daniel .

2x4 Armand & Louis's relationship starting to form Lestat present in their relationship Louis & Armand hook up . Claudia as an actress & Louis & Claudia's fight about Louis choosing someone else over her . Claudia meeting Madeline after her show in the theater . Some bitterness shaping between Louis & Armand at the end of the episode in the Dubai timeline . Claudia starting to resent the vampires in the theater . " FUCK theses vampires " she will start resenting Armand too .

2x5 Flashbacks to the 70s . The first interview between Young Daniel & Louis . With Armand also present there . Louis's & Daniel's conversation starts heating up When Daniel tells Louis that he doesn't even know the meaning of his story & hinting to his story having missing pieces & he's not reliable so Louis gets in a fight with him . Some parts of Armand & young Daniel relationship which most people who got the screener said it was so interesting & intense & they were specifically asked not to spoil this part anywhere . Which makes me even more hopeful about the possibility of Devil's minion happening . But not fully . At least we'll get some hints of how Armand & Daniel's relationship started . ( Hopefully ) . Some Alice hints

2x6 Claudia demanding Louis to make her a companion because she feels Louis is gonna leave him & that she's in danger from Armand & the others . And then it leads to Making of the Vampire Madeline or so called the " woman vampire" by Louis & Claudia both . And Louis & Armand & Claudia & Madeline going to celebrate the new fledgling & new beginning . And Then Louis will finally be informed by Armand that it was him who used his powers on Louis to make him want to make Madeline & Louis . And Louis will try to leave Armand out of Anger & when he does & when he goes back to Claudia & Madeline the vampires of the theater arrest them & take them to the trial . This episode will end with Louis seeing the REAL LESTAT for the first time . And that would be the cliff hanger . + A new character will be introduced either from the Mayfair universe or one of the oldest vampires under cover . Or maybe just a new character .

2x7 it will be Santiago asking questions as the judge but being nasty about it . Some truth will definitely come out . Claudia's hatred towards Louis will become more vivid . She will blame Louis as much blaming Lestat . Only 1x7 will be revisited to reveal it was actually Claudia who killed Lestat . And the reason she chose Louis over Lestat as a companion . All her manipulation & her using Louis . Lestat's crimes are also gonna be called in as well . Like making a vampire so young . Like abusing Claudia & Louis & probably Louis & Claudia saying their maker ( Lestat ) never taught them any rules . But Claudia won't beg for mercy & that's her doom . She will probably say Lestat deserved it & she would do it again . ( Foreshadowing to what her ghost told Louis in Merrick ) Claudia will be called guilty & so will Louis & Madeline . Claudia & Madeline will be executed. And Louis will seek revenge & burn the theater down by the end of Ep 7 .

A : 2x8 you might say that while Louis knows everything about Claudia's death then why is he with Armand still ? I think the answer to this question is because Louis himself still doesn't know what Armand actually did to Claudia or what he could have done with Lestat back in Paris after her death . There are probably many things Louis is definitely going to see more clearly after episode 7 . The diaries will gather together Louis will know the real truth about Armand possibly Cutting Claudia's head & attaching it to another body & that how much she really resented Louis . 1x5 will most likely be revisited in the last episode as well because it wasn't mentioned in any reviews about Ep 1_6 . we'll get to see if Armand tampered with that memory or it was all really just from a different POV ? ( My anticipation is , it was hugely Armand's tampering with that memory ) . This will make Louis act out badly . BUT my dilemma is whether this will end to his suicide or him Going back to New Orleans to find Lestat again .

B : If the NOLA scenes & loustat hug scene are from 2000 then the suicide is more possible . BUT IF the NOLA reunion is in 2023 then I didn't think Louis would have a reason to commit suicide other than Claudia's resentment or Lestat's rejection to have him again . Also I noticed something that I think some other fans noticed as well . in the reunion scene there seems to be blood in Lestat's head it's like sticky blood on his hair when Louis hugs him Louis also has a cut on his finger which hasn't healed fast so that might have happend when Louis tries to hurt Lestat believing he's hallucinating him again but when Lestat bleeds & probably starts falling down being in a weak state & doesn't disappear after a long time Louis will realize that Lestat is actually real . But something important happens after this . Which will reveal the real Lestat as a big ending & possible opening for S3

. C : we'll also probably get hints of Armand & Daniel's relationship too in the last episode that hints at what actually happened between them . And what will happen to their relationship in 2023 & hopefully in S3 .

[kalegrinch]

⭐️Sunshine⭐️ (Vers. 2.0)

(AKA re-read it right now.)

Rocky Rickaby x Reader

3.4k~ words

(July 5, 2024: Perfectionism makes me edit this fic every month or so, the ending is a bit different than the original and overall has less errors and stupidity and whatnot than it had in January, imo major revamp)

I’m not normally one to publish fanfiction, but I figured I’d share some to feed my growing infatuation for Rocky. If you like this, don’t be afraid of leaving a request of any sort. Reblogs and likes are very much appreciated. This fic is really Reader’s-internal-emotional-constipation heavy (with a side of Rocky), so read at your own risk.

SUMMARY: You meet Rocky in a cold alleyway on a rainy day. What could he possibly want at this time of night?

WARNINGS: None, except for the incessant use of the pronoun he and parentheses-notes (I promise I did those two things for important reasons) and, yeah, Reader is a whole thing

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Maybe it was the way in which the cold rain fell from the dark and misty night sky, drenching you completely and you wadded around. Maybe it was how it cascaded down your face like a river, like water running downstream. Maybe it was the way the lullaby yellow color from the odd street lanterns reflected on the gray cobblestone of the streets of St. Louis, casting dark shadows in every direction imaginable. Maybe it was the cold wind whipping past you and flicking your tail back and forth, only stopping to seep solemnly into the fur of your body, hidden away in a jacket you stole from a generic store long ago. Or, most likely, it could've been him. The sole being that could wake you on a night like this. Him, standing peacefully with his back turned to you, always moving and fidgeting and humming along to any new tune he creates spontaneously with the flick of his whiskers and the tap of his shoe. Him, perfectly unaware of your presence.

He’s waiting for me. Even the thought of something so preposterous chilled you to the marrow, but you didn't understand why. When Mitzi told you he wanted to meet you here earlier in the speakeasy, you had plenty of time (A little less than 42 hours) to prepare (Mentally) for him. When and why had it all- everything from his random ramblings to the toothy grin to the syrup-coated language- suddenly become too much? When had it suddenly made you feel differently? Now you look forward to seeing him every day and participating in those stupid antics with him. It’s getting to the point where he’s one of the only things that pushes you forward to face every waking hour you have to endure on this planet. When did it get to that? And why?

You didn't dare let yourself think about (let alone believe in) anything more than platonic feelings. There should be nothing more than platonic feelings between the two of you. Nothing.

But why did that feel so wrong?

St. Louis isn't known for its hills, but this one that led up to this particular spot meant a lot to you. This particular spot, where the sun would always come up in the morning and where no one was curious enough to venture. Almost hanging on the horizon, it always spreads its glorious, haunting light across the acres of water that was the Mississippi River. You would often come to this cliff with him, always sitting on the very edge of the thick, stone railing that tried its best to prevent accidents with the shallow water far below, waffling with him till your throats were sore. And then some more, for good measure. It had become a tradition, to spend early mornings here with him. And you made sure it happened enough, enough to nourish this newfound infatuation for him that you regret admitting even to yourself.

Everything on the other end, across that ambiguous, murky sea, was blurry and insignificant, mere blobs of floating rock and bridges you could never cross. Sometimes, when you stared hard enough at the sight, you felt rather insignificant yourself. The thoughts would come running, coating you in the solution of your own despair and agony. Leaving you alone in the dark and endless tunnels of panic and fear, the one of your own creation. But then you'd turn around to your companion by your side, the one bathed in the sun’s orange light that never stopped the goofy yackety-yak and heartfelt, serious conversations with you, and for a couple of minutes the weight would be lifted and the world wouldn't feel as colossal, as cruel as it always did. The world was starting to feel more worth approaching with every day that passed, as long as you could approach it with him.

Now, your quiet footsteps echoed out in the dim and suffocating alleyway, a backdrop for his bard as you approached the incoming balcony that, after a long drop, gave way for the river. When you were close enough, you could see his relaxed shoulders, the rain dripping from his hat, and the way he leaned on the nearby brick wall for support right at the opening of the cleft where the two compact buildings ended. Although he was turned around, you could clearly picture his eased expression and considering eyes, scanning the river that was constantly being struck by the rain, mishaping the reflection of the bright, full moon from far above. He was always more subdued here, more calm, as if he felt sufficiently safe enough around you to let his guard down for you (It took plenty of coaxing for him to reach that state, of course) His voice rang into the night sky, only weighed down by the abundance of droplets that made you regret the fact that you did you hair this morning (for him):

A lover of choices more inconspicuous than ambivalent

She walks along penetrated pathways, all apathetic and innocent

The feeling’s initial, official, more vivid and free

Better for the perspicacious preacher of the land and sea

You’d never heard it before. It must have been new.

“Hey there sunshine,” Your surprisingly hesitant voice broke through the silence, “What’s that one about?”

He immediately turned around to face you, just as he always did in response to any of the teasing nickname you decided to use at all given moments. Sunshine had become one of your favorites, as it always earned you a warm smile and tail swish. Now there was a surprised grin plastered across his face, and you had to take your time to observe his pretty features.

Pretty? Where did that come from?

The icy blue eyes that always impeded any train of thought and seized your breath. The expressive eyebrows, imperfect blue suit...the blatant bullet hole in his sharp ears you've always wanted touch. All at once, you had an infatuating urge to run forward and encompass him in a hug as an apology.

Snap out of it, idiot

You had created an imaginary seven-inch glass wall between the two of you for your sake. To maintain sanity. And maybe your dignity, too. But there was a look of need present on his face, like his want for its demolishment exceeded your comprehension. If that nagging voice at the back of your head was correct, then that look was probably also plastered across your face as well.

“Ah, M’lady! What a pleasure, encountering you today! I was thinking-”

“Cut the dramatics, sweetheart. It's pouring out here. Unless you're planning to take me back to your place, I suggest you get on with it.”

The evident flirting was normal now (You assumed) but it still managed to catch the both of you off guard. It didn’t feel appropriate, this late at night, only reciprocated with the song of rain. Unpunctual nights alone in your drab apartment made you wonder if it meant anything. To him. And maybe to you, too. Nevertheless, it was expected of you. It was a part of your “personality.” It was your thing, your thing around him now.

Still, he smiled, “I wanted to… um…discuss the incident from mere days ago...”

You promptly recalled what he was talking about. A couple of days ago, you had a small argument in the speakeasy, resulting in you storming away from the situation before it escalated. Something about your safety. Ever since your first encounter (The one you’d like to forget but he always teased you about) the two of you followed each other everywhere. You practically had your own language, for whenever the two of you were at it with an easy-going squabble, heads would turn and concerned looks were spread.

I’m pretty confident the nature of pickles do not require an extended thesis, sunshine

But they do, love, they do! Think about it: The earth is a pickled fruit of the universe, just as pickles are the pickled fruit of the earth!

…Pickles are fruits?

Following him constantly resulted in figuring out about the whole rum-running gig sooner than expected, and after a plethora of begging, he let you come with him on those dangerous, late-night expeditions. It had become a trend, and you had more or less ditched journaling and had become an asset for the Lackadaisy. It wasn’t very profitable, but spending time with him was worth everything you had to give. And after a particularly wild quest, he asked you to stop aiding him in those misadventures so you wouldn’t get hurt, and the spat ensued. And you ran away. And you haven't seen him in three days, whether it's out of pure embarrassment or fear. Ah, great. Now you were spiraling into if he cares enough about me to fight me for my safety… then that means something, right? You couldn’t stroll into this dangerous territory of believing blindly. Not again.

“Well,” You took a breath and faced him again, mustering a look of defiance, “I don't want to”

Because you didn't enjoy arguing with him. At all. Because you didn't want to be away from him for another three days ever again. Even if you were the one who ran away and would run away again if it meant evading your problems.

“I'm won't pester you with that topic, love,” He chose his words carefully, speaking slowly like you’ve never heard before, all while maintaining eye contact, “Not today-if you truly don't wish to, I mean. I've just wanted to see you again. I’ve missed you” He made a weird face, a mix between apologies you did not require and come to me, please.

The honest commission left you with your mouth agape and took all of the previous guilt and regret away, leaving you with a horrible feeling of loneliness. Sure, you’d expected it for you yourself felt empty without him recently, too. But a verbal confession from him was different than the made-up acknowledgement you created in your head. It was as if you had just now processed the days you spent without him, and while a meager three days to the average person, enough to make you start towards him with your arms spread wide, actions tainted with regret. The invisible seven-inch glass wall vanished beneath the desire of him.

You hadn't spared a glance at the look on his face before you collided with him, a tangle of arms enveloping around his body. He almost fell but quickly took few steps backward, trying to regain his stance. It wasn't long before he reciprocated the hug and the two of you were locked in a warm, supposedly never-ending embrace.

The side of your face hung close to the fluff of his chest, and for a few quiet moments, you heard his shallow breathing and heart beating. When you felt his resting head on yours, you brought your tail towards his fluffy one hesitantly, merely tapping the tip of it in question. The question was answered as if there was no time to spare and they entwined, a reassuring feeling resonating through you that you’ve never really felt before. A feeling that said thank you. Thank you for staying. It was the type of fondness and fulfillment that captured who whole being and seized your heart, stoping it in this moment of time. This moment of time, with his arms wrapped around your back, his body shielding you from the cold, cold rain. This moment of time, where the forbidden three words were stuck at the edge of your tongue.

Those words were forbidden for a reason, so instead you tried to express yourself in, “God, I’ve missed you too”

It was a soft murmur, accompanied by you pulling your head away from his chest and resting it against his forehead without a glance at his expression for fear of what you would find. You made it fast, you made the motions quick. The big feelings were swallowing you whole and it made you act out of reason. You almost felt high. On him.

For a couple of seconds, the two of you breathed the same air and felt the same things. His fur touching yours, his paws on your back. You could hear a sharp inhale from him with the touch, but it soon returned to a slow inhale and exhale and his whiskers tickling yours. The low temperature of the cloudy night was long forgotten, now it was just you and him in this debarred show of affection. It was peaceful. It was quiet, giving a movement for the pattering rain to continue singing.

But he spoke anyway, cutting the sweet melody short. Drawing his head back slightly, he averted his gaze from yours, most likely meaning what he was about to say was important to him, “I started wondering-actually-” He cleared his throat, the nerves catching up, “Um... over the past couple of days- If you, um- if you trouble yourself... with the thought of me... like I do... with you” His head faced you once more with a tentative yet adorable look. He was absolutely petrified from this new whatever you were. He was petrified… but you knew, whether it was fact, your intuition, or just simple stupidity, that he craved this new whatever just as much as you did.

But this was weird, you had to admit. His stuttering was weird (He’s never stuttering). This level of touch was weird (The two of you were accustomed to that sort of thing, but not like this). The feeling you felt in the pit of your stomach, the growing feeling was weird. You resented labeling it, whatever it was.

You resented labeling it. Always did, always would. Because once you confirmed to yourself what you felt was real, the chance of making it out alive would deplete exponentially. Because he would leave, like they always did. And if he left now- you’d barely be able to scrape by. So you didn't want to imagine what that would be like after you admitted everything.

But, for once, when you pulled away, there was a new measure of fondness that overtook everything you held close, every rule you’ve ever written for yourself. Because when you pulled away and stared into those blue, thinking and questioning and beautiful eyes, and when you reached up and ran a gentle finger over the conspicuous hole in his ear (despite your better judgment) and when he shivered and smiled lightly, his mouth agape and as he continued to stare at you so closely with that observing and questioning stare (With something else mingling underneath, if you dared to imagine) nothing was holding you back. It could be the death of something precious to you, but as long as you could show him you cared about him as deeply and fiercely as you truly did, the needed actions were important and required.

So before you could spiral into another abyss of hurt and regret and rules written in sand, you reached up onto your toes and closed your eyes, still enveloped in the comforting embrace that challenged the night itself. You somehow got even closer to him, with the smell of syrup and rain coalescing into your senses. Your whiskers tickled as you brushed your lips against his.

With extreme care, you tried to take the lead in navigating this kiss. But a couple of seconds later, fear prickled through you. No, not prickled. engulfed. The both of you just stood there as your post short-circuit predicament was brought forth into conscious realization and you started regretting everything that brought you to this point, to this kiss. He hadn't reciprocated it yet. He didn't want you like you wanted him. The confidence was melting away and you were about to pull back, for why would he want you?

Im so stupid, You repeated this to yourself over and over again, drawing away, Im so stupid, Im so stupid-

But that was the exact moment you felt him seemingly snap up and return the kiss with the zeal of a starving man.

This was the feeling you'd been chasing since you'd met him. You realized that now, as your mind went blank and your emotions took over. You wanted this, and everything else he was and everything else he was willing to give you. The three words continued swirling and dancing in your mind, intoxicating you along with his taste of syrup and freedom and ridiculously long words.

For what felt like hours, the two of you stood in the pelting rain and nipping wind and the glow of the bright moon and odd yellow street lights. For what felt like hours, you were free of the problems that veiled you in life and haunted you in dreams. For what felt like hours, he was the only thing that ever mattered or will ever matter. For what felt like hours, you let yourself feel love.

But all good things come to an end, and you were running out of breath. When you pulled away and opened your eyes, you witnessed something not many get to see. Him utterly shocked and pleased and so many other things yet quiet at the same time. His eyes were closed for the first few seconds, but when they opened again slowly you could see the blown pupils and awestruck expression on his face, the parted, gasping mouth, and the shallow breaths and the completely ruffled exterior, with all that thinking and commotion going on inside displayed perfectly for view. A site you really didn't know you needed to see.

When he eventually got himself together again, you were patiently waiting, (as you always were) trying your hardest to muster up a smug grin (he could always see through your facade). The yellow of the lamps lit up his face, his astonished expression evident as for once he was lost for words.

“I-I… you-”

“I’ll see you again tomorrow, hm?” You let your voice become a whisper to reflect the rain that continued to patter on the stone ground, “Can't wait to see a drunk Freckle. I wonder what he’s gonna do when Ivy kisses him” Back to the persona. Back with the personality.

Before the innate desire to stay with him caught up with you, you sent him a quick peck on the cheek and snapped around stamping out all thought, back towards where you came from. Your tail swished against his leg as you walked away as a last form of good-bye, but before you got to escape you felt a warm hand grab your wrist. The want controlling the rational part of your brain that demanded a dramatic exit, you decided to turn around.

Cradling his cheek with his other hand, his mouth was agape (as it seemed to be quite often recently) and his pretty gaze was trained on you (you now learn it was always on you, ever since you met him). When he registered your eyes on him, though, he did a slight double take. As if he hadn't realize you'd turn around and had subconsciously reached out to you. He straightened himself up and dusted himself off and whatnot, even though that did absolutely nothing to his appearance. He still looked just as frazzled as during the kiss. So very adorable. So very yours (hopefully, don't get too excited).

Through the rain, you decidedly sent him a quick wink and before he formulated another sentence you tugged at your wrist slightly, gently. You knew he would never force you into anything you didn't want to do. You truly trusted him with your whole life, even if he was crazier than the perspicacious preacher of the land and sea. He looked down but before he let go, he whispered a word you couldn’t hear over the rain.

At your confused hum, he spoke louder, “You,” you shoot him a puzzled glance this time, and you saw the smallest of profound smiles appear on his lips, “Your earlier inquiry about my previous poem.”

“It’s about you.”

He said it with no hesitation, as if he didn’t care for your state of mind or for keeping you sane. As if the fool didn’t know how much his words affected you. As if he still didn’t now how much me meant to you.

And yet you knew you were the fool, standing in a rainy alleyway in the middle of the night.

A fool who couldn’t breathe.

He hesitantly let you go, his body still inclined towards you with the sort of something filled gaze that made your heart beat fifty times faster yet clench shut all the same. Vigorously fighting your aforementioned innate desire, you walked away without another look at his face. Keeping face, and all, for you only had so much mental strength to allow yourself any affection in a day.

Only when you finally escaped his gaze on your back were you able to breathe properly and think correctly.

But for the first time in a while as you trenched back to that dingy apartment you’ve started to identify as home, you wondered if the ability to love still thrived inside you. Truly love, not the acting you displayed constantly to satisfy the seemingly infinite void of fear woven into the fabric of your being like an abandoned tapestry. You’d have to give love another shot and tend to it, though. As your dad used to say, miracles don't come by often, and only an idiot lets one slip by. Rocky sure felt like a miracle.

[sirenthatmakesyouwantcake]

these are my thoughts on interview with the vampire episode 5 season 2

I've heard a few things about this episode, I've been really wanting to watch it just havent had had the time yet. I've also heard that they don't actually unpack any of it.which seems pretty on brand for them

(6:10) Sometimes, ii think i have bad handwriting, but then there’s daniel’s, which makes my feel a lot better about my own

(7:52) definitely gay (8:11) definitely

This whole interview is just a who can be the sassiest and most insane old gay guy possible

(9:46) daniel is like that one fall out boy song, he spent an entire decade high and doesn't remember any of it (or that he is gay)

(10:04) i like how they had him standing at the window, it's a nice touch

(12:53) if i just found out that vampires are real, i think i would be pretty fucking afraide too

I've been painting my nails while watching and ended up skipping on of my nails

(13:35) that was perfect, it was so close to quoting the book, it was good enough that i even recognised it before i even looked up the first few pages

(16:03) I like this louis more than the other few, he’s so much more fun and happy instead of seeming like he only sort of wanted to be there.

(17:18) it's no wonder he doesn't remember the first interview, he looks like he could barely stand if he wanted to

(22:55) 70’s armand is millennial grey

(24:21) i think someone is a little jealous (another weirdly spelled word) ((25:19) and the other one is schizophrenia), i also think two someones need to go the marriage therapy

(26:16) well that took quite a turn, and i think its shows their relationship well, how even thought why both had just yelled at each other, armand still saved him right away, and then, though i haven't gotten there yet, i assume that armand made him forget how bad it hurt, (38:22), i take parts of that back, armand basically torched him, they really do need therapy, i'm surprised they didn't end up killing each other in the time between the interviews

(29:23) poor daniel got caught in the middle of their messed up relationship

(30:01) for some reason, i thought the guy in the bag was daniel, and somehow he was revived and turned into a vampire, i clearly didn't think this through much because now that i'm thinking about it again, there in no way that would have worked

Armand is supposed to look 17, he looks 20 or so, i know his actor is somewhere in his 20’s and he did play him well, i don't think they could have done the show the same way if he was played by a younger actor.

(38:22) about time

(45:31) louis is quite a jump scare when the rest of your room is dark and quite

(51:01) once again, not talking about the problems

OTHER

I really like how both daniel’s had similar voices, specifically the gravely (i think that's the right word) parts

Conclusion of this episode: maybe all four of them could use some therapy or atleast to talk to each other and work out their problems (the last part doesn't really apply to lestat, he was not part of the sort of ok guys, not good guys, i don't think any of them really qualify as good guys except daniel, he was just caught up in everything)

This episode really put their relationship through it but i think it may have helped parts of it as well, maybe if armand and louis could actually talk they could have a better relationship that isn't just hanging off a cliff

@certainunkownlove2 was telling me about this post and i think all of you need to read it, he is so wonderful for this

Thank you for reading, now it is time for me to rest (literally speaking, it's late and i'm tired)

other episodes

S2E1 S2E2 S2E3 S2E4 S2E6

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Saw a post about wanting headcannon asks… so I have arrived! Any hcs for our boy Loui? Or Florida, or York, or Gov, or anyone really. I like reading about people hcs

YESSSS I DOOOOOO :) <— not a threatening smile dw

Louisiana:

Florida has to make sure that he tells Loui if he’s leaving somewhere cuz otherwise, Loui will very much “internally” panic.

Give him cuddles 🥺 Or let him cuddle you cuz he loves it either way 🥺😭

He will get attached if you make him feel like he’s actually worth something (totally not projecting here). That has however led to some toxic friendships/relationships. Ones where he didn’t want the person to leave, so he did everything he could to make them happy even if it hurt him. (I’m not projecting shut the fu-)

Loves inviting friends over for dinner/parties

Has a catahoula leopard dog/german shepherd mix named Beau, and a black cat named Misty and he loves them both so much.

Has a habit of forgetting that he already told a story, and then he tells it again with the same amount of enthusiasm he did the first time. His friends still listen though cuz they love him and it’s adorable.

Glass bones and paper skin. Lil boy gets hurt very easily but selects the ignore button. Bent his ankle in a way it shouldn’t be able to bend? Ignore. Gets stabbed repeatedly on an evening walk in NOLA? Tis’ but a scratch. Falls off a cliff into raging waters? I’m not dead yet!! Someone tries to help him? "YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMSTER AND YOUR FATHER SMELLED OF ELDERBERRIES-"

At this point, he’s only still alive and existing out of pure spite and stubbornness.

Gets spooked by everyone and everything.

He probably does that thing where he creeps up on people, stops when they turn around, continues when they turn back around, and then tackle-hugs them. Sometimes though, he’ll just get snatched midair and cuddled to death :]

Florida:

Makes time for him and Loui to cuddle

Actually a decent cook (he sorta lives with Loui-), but he enjoys chaos and fire so. Don’t let him in the kitchen alone.

Actually has an okay relationship with his father (wow me not giving someone daddy issues 😨😰😱), but doesn’t talk to him much. He’s kinda pissed about how much his father neglected him though.

Surprisingly, he knows when it’s not the time to joke around.

Strong man 💪 can pick up all of his friends. Yes even Texas (tbf, he’s just tall he doesn’t weigh that much but it’s still impressive-)

Great hugs 9.5/10. I say only 9.5/10 cuz he might slip you a little danger noodle for a friend.

Gov:

TIRED AF SOMEONE GET THIS MAN IN BED (NOT LIKE THAT-) AND GET HIM SOME DAMN WATER. AGUA. EAU. WASSER. FOR THE SAKE OF HIS ORGANS I BEG.

Has really bad back pain from being hunched over his desk all the time. His joints be poppin 24/7. He’s a lil crispy if you will.

Double jointed mf. Bendy bitch.

Gets treated like absolute sh*t back at the White House. He really needs better handlers.

Can’t cook for sh*t. He’s been known to make backward pb and j sandwiches and pour coffee on the bottom of the mug. Tbh he could probably cook if he wasn’t so sleep deprived.

Low iron and dizzy spells and chronic migraines. How he’s still alive I have no idea.

New York:

My precious baby I’m so nice to him. And since I’m so nice to him: I’ve given him anemia, insomnia, an iron deficiency, and asthma <3

Mans has to stand up REAL slow cuz otherwise he’ll fall and maybe pass tf out.

His brothers are always making sure that he isn’t just dropping dead to a dizzy spell.

He has poliosis :’D

He’s helpful but in the worst ways possible. If someone leaves an empty cup on the counter whilst he’s around. Cuz he will stare at them and slowly nudge it towards the edge of the counter.

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[silvertws]

Can I interest you in some Ruined Reality theories in these trying times?

I'd usually just make a yt comment about theories but eh...

Anyhow.

Last episode guys.

Like I was fine. I expected some Steves to die but nooooo.

Everything went fine ...

UNTIL THE LAST MINUTE.

LITERALLY THE LAST MINUTE.

Not even kidding. My heart, ouch.

Anyhow.

Enough rambling.

Theories:

So. What was the funky blue Steve? Probably an amalgamation of all the souls tougher.

Since the Soul Eater wasn't there to eat the souls, they just formed an entirely new entity.

Now, what does this mean? Did everyone's soul get absorbed? Is everyone dead???

Nuh-uh.

I'm sure Light, Corrupt,( I literally could be saying the wrong name because I can never for the life of me remember the Soul eater minions),Void, and Soren are alive and probably all the Steves infected by darkness because we know darkness countered the Soul Eater. So theoretically...they should be good.

Light is alive due to having Soulless.

Corrupt well. Should be alive? Or maybe his energy also got yoinked by the soul amalgamation.

Now what about Louis, Cliff... Etc? So... Uhm...

Louis could be alive??????? Like he has the rainbow crystal, I'm pretty sure the crystals are made with the souls of the most powerful Steves of that color are they not? And I don't know if the machine can suck out the soul from "things" so hey. Maybe he's ok?

Yellow leader has darkness so maybe????

Cliff and General Proxima have darkness scars so eh...

Anyway.

What's gonna happen now?

Well.

Light has to have his usual existential crisis.

Then he's probably going to try and fix this.

How?

Well... Alliance with Void of course and Toxic (Soren) because theoretically, let's say everyone else is gone. Who is he going to go to for help???

Exactly.

Oh also like, Purple Steve is probably alive? Like the Indigos cause maybe they already went back to the in-between when the machine went off?

SNOWY

NOOOOO

THE REALIZATION.

Nah I refuse to believe the machine stole Snowy's soul.

Like the Soul eater didn't eat animal souls right?

It is true that a machine isn't exactly the same...

And the amalgamation probably isn't either.

Now.

Is the amalgamation evil?

Nah, from my understanding, it being a smoothie of souls just means it's probably just a very freaking confused creature who doesn't exactly have a will of its own??? Like it's probably gonna roam around, confused...

Which brings me to another thing.

So Corrupt.

If he survived.

He's probably the only one who could actually make use of all those souls other than maybe Light??! Cause Soulless.

Now now. I don't know if Corrupt can absorb Souls like The Soul Eater BUT.

the Soul Eater probably did have a plan B, just in case. Soooooooo... Maybe?

Corrupt main villain trying to absorb the souls?

Light probably needs to find a way to free said souls, how???????

Hell if I know.

Reversing the machine..???? But he doesn't know where it is I think..? So he'd have to get the information out of Corrupt and even after that, how does he fix it? I don't remember Light being particularly skilled in machinery.

Maybe he could get the assistant to help? Because he has no soul so it's probably still uh... Functioning?

But yeah, alliance Void-Light maybe fixing Soren...? But I don't know when or how that would happen, not even sure if it's going to be during this arc, maybe the one after.

Probably gonna have more to say eventually but this is it for now.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

One more thing because I'm literally walking rn and I have a side note.

Now it's entirely possible that the machine didn't actually absorb the souls of the Steves there but it just combined the souls that were already like, gone, maybe without the Soul eater instead of the souls being freed, the machine just kept them together.

But this theory is a biiittt stretched out.

[phdmama]

Writing Patterns - LAST Lines!

the amazing @magpiefngrl tagged me (!!) to do this!

Rules: write the last line of your 10 longest fics. What patterns can you see, if any? Which ones are your favourites?

Thoughts here, lines below the cut!

Okay so I clearly love a time jump haha. I think the biggest thing I see is that I don't tend to do a wrapped up "and then they lived HEA" sort of thing - it feels to me like I come to a resolution of whatever this particular narrative arc is, and leave it with the implication that the story just keeps going from there? Does that make sense?

Also I'm so fucking sappy my goodness.

Also - I am tagging EVERY SINGLE WRITER I KNOW! 1D! Harry Potter! Next gen! Stucky! Sterek! HOCEKY RPF I AM LOOKING AT YOU!! For real for real, do this and tag me, I'm begging you.

Okay, so I'll divide them between Drarry and Larry.

DRARRY

(We'll Call This Fixer-Upper) Home

Draco takes a deep breath, feeling as if he’s about to dive off of a cliff. There’s no net, he realises, no guarantee that Harry can make. All they can do is make the promise, and do their best, every single to day, to honour it and help it grow. He looks up at Harry and he knows Harry sees it on his face.

“Yes. I’m sure. Let’s go find our home.”

Come Rain or Come Shine (I'm With You Always)

Draco's POV: Come Rain or Come Shine:

As they lie together in the dark, it feels, Draco thinks, like that moment after the storm blows through, when the clouds part and the world feels new, washed clean somehow, and the sun shines again.

Harry's POV: I'm With You (Always)

Come what may, Harry thinks, listening to the sound of Draco's heart, so strong and reliable, they’ll face it together, and finally, after so long, he feels like the clouds are parting and tomorrow, the sun will shine.

Maybe You're the Difference

Story:

He feels Harry shakes his head, hears him murmur, “I’ve got everything I need right here.”

Time Jump:

“Scared, Potter?”

Harry laughs. “Not even a bit, Malfoy.” 

The Privilege of Being Yours

Draco’s exhausted too, he realizes, and he lets his eyes close, the lure of sleep almost irresistible. “And after that?”

“After that?” Harry asks, sounding as close to sleep as Draco is. “Whatever we want. After that, the rest of our lives.”

I Like the Way You Move for Me

“I do,” Draco whispers, watching Harry’s smile widen. “I really, really do.”

LARRY

If I Had Three Wishes (They'd All Be For You)

Story:

“That song you sang, about the three wishes. I don’t need three, I just need one, because you’re it, Louis. You’re my wish.”

Louis reaches one hand up, cups Harry’s cheek and leans in to kiss him. It’s a soft kiss, gentle and sweet, a kiss of comfort and promises and forevers. It is, of course, a kiss of love, so achingly tender that it brings tears to Harry’s eyes as Louis smiles at him.

“If I had three wishes,” Louis says finally, “They’d all be for you.”

Time Jump:

“My three wishes,” he whispers, heart overflowing, “they’d all be for you.”

Louis just leans in and kisses him, long and slow.

Unveiled

“I haven’t changed my mind,” Harry says breathlessly. “It’s what I want too, Lou, more than anything. You're my dream too,” and his mouth meets Louis’ and there are only the sounds of sighs and groans and murmured words of love for a very, very long time.

Feels Like Coming Home

Story:

“Oh Louis,” he whispers back, “Oh my Lou. I love you too.”

Time Jump:

“It’s perfect,” he whispers, “That’s exactly where it belongs.” 

Just like him. Just like Louis. They are exactly where they belong.

Home.

It's a Better Place (Since You Came Along)

Story:

He opens his eyes, turns and takes in the sight of this man looking back him. Takes in the vision of Louis’ beautiful face, strong body, and realizes, he can switch to his inner eye, and Sees the warm blue glow of Louis’ power that surrounds him like an aura. He smiles, and leans to kiss Louis long and slow, and then pulls back.

“There you are,” he says softly, “I’ve Found you.”

Time Jump:

And then, Harry sees Louis’ face stretch wide in a grin as he yanks Harry to standing, kisses him again and murmurs in his ear just one word.

“Yes.”

no heart for me like yours (no love for you like mine)

As the traditional marriage ceremony insists, not everything we stay to find out will make us happy. The faith, rather, is that by staying, and only by staying, we will learn something of the truth, that the truth is good to know, and that it is always both different and larger than we thought.

Louis finally understands. This is enough.

[ferventrabbit]

Ao3 Fics

Hello hello! I thought I'd pin a post of my works on Ao3 :-). Here are the pairings I write:

Hannibal: Hannibal/Will Good Omens: Aziraphale/Crowley Interview with the Vampire: Lestat/Louis Our Flag Means Death: Ed/Stede Red White and Royal Blue: Alex/Henry Young Royals: Simon/Wilhelm

Fic Key

🤝 Collaborations

Series

🐭 Hannibal: Disney for Cannibals

🏡 Our Flag Means Death: Tales from a Seaside Inn

Completed longer works (>5k)

Hannibal

🐭 Tale as Old As Time (M): "I would consider very carefully before moving any further, Will," says Hannibal. Will can feel the mirth dancing in time with Molly's pulse. "What am I considering?" A great perhaps," he says. If he could learn to love another, the spell would be broken. But who could ever learn to love a beast? (24.7k)

Our Flag Means Death

🤝 Ariadne with art by @babykittenteach (E): While out thrifting for furniture and decorations for the inn, Ed comes across a painting that leads him on a journey of self-discovery and self-acceptance. (17.3k)

Down to Fall (E): Stede decides he wants to expand their repertoire, so to speak. Like all things worth having, it's worth working for. (5.9K)

High Point (T): Documentary videographer Ed Teach retired at the top of his game five years ago. An odd request from documentary producer Stede Bonnet has lured him back into the field to join a film crew in the mountains of India. Ed and Stede are looking for a snow leopard, but end up finding something unexpected along the way. (9.6k)

🏡 Old Friends (T): The crew of the Revenge pay the innkeepers a visit. (6.7k)

One Day You'll Awaken (T): A sea witch gives Edward Teach a gift - Blackbeard, a shadow, a sentinel - to keep him safe and strong. Her condition? He must keep Blackbeard close, or she will make sure he sleeps soundly forever. Stede Bonnet threatens to ruin her plans. (32.6k)

Red White and Royal Blue

Once in a Century (E): After the kiss everything goes to utter and complete shit. OR COVID-19 interferes with best laid plans. (23.7k)

Completed one-shots (<5k)

Hannibal

A Terror Quiet Calm (E): Will makes up his mind during Mizumono, when things could have ended differently. A Mizumono fix-it. (1.2k)

Conversion (T): The woodsman notices a presence in the wilderness. A giver of gifts. (2.5k)

Hot Stuff, or The night Hannibal realized he was well and truly whipped (T): Hannibal wakes up to find Will is missing. His search leads to some surprising discoveries. (2.1k)

Into the Dark (G): "In the dark Will looked like a shadow. Hannibal felt the soft sound of Will’s breathing on his skin, tasted it in his throat." Prepare for super creepy times! (1.3k)

Raindrop Prelude (T): Will and Hannibal, on a boat, feeling feels. (1K)

🐭 Poor Unfortunate Soul (M): Will would sell his soul to be rid of the nightmares that plague him. Or, at least, his voice. (4.9k)

Surge (E): "He remembers that look in the kitchen, tries to place it. He’d seen flashes of it in Baltimore: the night of Clark Ingram’s arrest and maybe even the first time they met, glimpsed from the corner of Will’s eye. Then in Italy, seated together at the feet of spring. He doesn’t think about the cliff – can’t, or else his lungs tighten and he feels like he can’t breathe, like he might be dying." (2.3k)

The Tide (M): Based on this prompt: I can’t shake this idea: Hannibal and Will being intimate for the first time and being utterly overwhelmed by it. (1.5k)

🐭 Trust in Me (G): Will is lost in the jungle. He finds refuge in a familiar place. (2.1k)

Until (M): Will is desperate for an end. Hannibal will fight him every step of the way. (1.8k)

Interview with the Vampire

Room for One More (E): Baby Vampire's First Night In. or: Louis is feeling some type of way about sleeping in a coffin, but after some finagling he and Lestat finally get it right. (2.3k)

Good Omens

Hush (M): Aziraphale has returned from heaven, but there are things still left unsaid. Crowley has finally had enough. (2.1k).

Our Flag Means Death

Anchor (E): Ed assures Stede that their first time was not a mistake, which Stede desperately needs (AND DESERVES) to hear. (1.7k)

Captain's Quarters (G): Ed and Stede platonically share a bed and feel feelings, like pirates do. (2.3k)

Daylight (E): Ed doesn't know what to do with himself when Stede comes back, until he does. (2.1k)

🏡 Filled (E): Stede thinks about what it would be like if he could carry Ed’s child, which leads where all roads lead during Bottom Stede Week. (3.6k)

🏡 Filled Out (E): Ed tries to figure out how he feels about his body post-piracy. A post-season 2 inn fic. (1.6k)

The Finer Points (G): Stede expands his fancy pants curriculum to include a simple waltz. (1.9k)

🏡 First Night (E): Truly just an entire fic of Ed and Stede making out in this shitty house. A post-season 2 inn fic. (2.1k)

Five Kisses (E): A chronicle of five important kisses on the good ship Blackbonnet. (2.3k)

🤝 Forever's Gonna Start Tonight with @shieldmaidenofmithrilhall (G): As the total solar eclipse approaches, two strangers meet at the top of a mountain, one with a telescope and one with a picnic basket full of eclipse treats. (5k)

Holdover (E): A PWP in which Stede wears a nightie for one reason and one reason only. (3.5k)

I Feel Pretty (E): Stede engaging in body worship of Ed, his preferred occupation. (1.4k)

Interlude (E): A PWP missing scene from 2x08 because BOYFRIENDS. (1.7k)

Leather and Silk (E): A PWP based on the “leather and silk” bts we received from Samba 🙏. (1.6k)

Midnight on the Revenge (G): Literally just a smol fic about Stede holding Ed until he falls asleep because I need that, okay? (1k)

🤝 Milkmaid with @dracothelizard (E): Stede remembers the little song he and Ed sang at the floating market, and Ed decides it’s as good a day as any to show Stede the true meaning of “all things milk.” (4.6k)

🤝 Perfectly Ordinary Tuesday with @petrichorca (M): Dave just wanted a place to sleep for the night, but he gets a lot more than he bargained for when the owners of a seaside inn make him an unwitting participant in their wedding. Will he make it through the ceremony unscathed? And what’s that seagull doing here? (4.9k)

Reset (E): Ed notices Stede looking at him more than usual, leaving them both a bit hot and bothered. He proposes a failsafe plan to give them both a reset. What could go wrong? Set sometime between 2x05 and 2x06. (5k)

🤝 Row Your Boat with @petrichorca (T): A missing scene following the events of season 2, episode 4, “Fun and Games.” Ed’s agreed to come back to the Revenge with Stede for the night, but they’ve got two dinghies to row back to the ship—will the distance between them linger? (3.3k)

Skintight (E): Ed wears a set of lingerie that he's kept in the back of his closet before now. Stede does what anyone would do after seeing Ed in lingerie, bless him. (3.7k)

🏡 Soft Open (T): Ed and Stede start sprucing up their inn and welcome Mary and Doug for a soft open. (3.3k)

Storm (G): Stede helps Ed through his grief in the season 2 finale. (1k)

Taking it Slow (E): As requested, Stede takes it slow. (2k)

That Ship Has Sailed (E): My interpretation of what happened after Calypso's birthday. (2.1k)

The Lube That Fell to Earth (E): A fic in honor of the Astroglide lube-along, in which Ed and Stede are in receipt of a gift from outer space. (4.1k)

🏡 Threshold (T): Ed and Stede take turns carrying each other over the threshold of the inn. Eventually, they cross it together. (2.6k)

🏡 Tucked In (E): Discussion of first times and new discoveries under the Wee John blanket. A post-season 2 inn fic. (2.7k)

Wanted (T): The fuckery after their inevitable discovery at the inn, and what it means for Ed. Written for the #13DaysofCrimesmas! (2.7k)

Wide Awake (M): Five times Stede wakes Ed up, and one time Ed returns the favor. Set throughout seasons 1 and 2. (2.2k)

Works for Spiders, Works for Men (G): Stede rescues Ed from a formidable eight-legged foe. (575)

Young Royals

After the Credits (M): I needed the cameras to keep rolling after their first kiss...OR The dramatic make-out session that may or may not change everything. (2.1k)

After the Curtains (M): As per my last fic, I need these scenes to keep going! This takes place after Wilhelm shuts the curtains in episode 5. (1.2k)

Works in progress

Good Omens

The Second Coming and Other Heavenly Tales (T): Aziraphale is the new Supreme Archangel of Heaven, and he's made a huge mistake. As Aziraphale navigates a tricky heavenly web, Crowley tries to find a way forward - is there one? - while being periodically interrupted by wishful Bentley songs and transmissions from Alpha Centurai. Can the ineffable duo save Earth from "Plan C?" Will the ducks in St. James' park ever get the good bread again? Join my headcanon for season 3 to find out! (16.5k, 15/20)

[lindszeppelin]

//Like when has that man ever shown an interest in football//

I actually think he miiiight have an interest in soccer after meeting Callum and Timmy, but not to the level of being a Beckham fan, like, that was an obvious reference to the Canada trip. I had to google who “Neil” was and yeah, maybe A likes hockey because of his Anaheim Ducks shirt, but it feels more like grasping at straws. Also, the Cardinals??? When has he had any connection whatsoever to St. Louis? 🤣

I feel like she just took the Cliff’s Notes from things she’s heard him say without paying any attention, and gave it to the bakery. Another fine point an anon made, Austin doesn’t like white/milk chocolate, she couldn’t even get that right? That cake is so tacky. There’s also like a pot and a knife, I guess in reference to him loving The Bear and cooking, but even that feels so impersonal. Why would anyone that close to him order that culinary travesty?

to your question of why, it was for the bakery to get a bit of clout (they make cookie cakes for celebs sometimes, so it was par four the course. they were trendy last year) and for kaia to get "brownie points" or whatever you wanna call it for getting austin a cake for his birthday. a mute and blind person could have made austin a better and more personal cake than that lol. she did too fucking much to try and seem like she knows him. all she had to do was just get that man a fucking regular ass cake, bare minimum. but to put in effort into putting shit on the cake shows she put time and consideration into what things went on the cake as a mean of proving she and him are close...because she knew the pics would be posted online. it proves she doesn't know him and that they truly have nothing in common, and that she actually doesn't love him. someone that loves you would never get you a cake like this. like...kaia needs to get in touch with reality. putting her name on HIS cake?? what ego trip is she taking??

[warwickroyals]

THE JAMES STATUE AT COLLINGWOOD AND THE ART CRITICS THAT HATE IT

When the public finally realizes that HRH James, Prince of Danforth was an elaborate alter ego for James Warwick, they will be free. Everything about this man was manufactured, yet we have art critics praising him for being "warm and open".

Yes, Louis collects toy soldiers. Yes, it's public knowledge and people make fun of him for it.

“SOULLESSNESS MISTAKEN FOR SIMPLICITY”

Astoundingly the royal family has managed to present James at his most insipid. In their attempt to cast him as a solemn every-man, they have stripped him of all the human characteristics he was actually known and respected for. Balanced haphazardly at the edge of a cliff with a face of mopey disgust, the statue looks ready to confiscate his sons’ Xbox, or perhaps fling himself into the ocean in a vain attempt to be reunited with his real, human self.

"BLAND & LIFELESS"

Considering the mawkish hysteria surrounding the would-have-been king’s untimely death, I half-expected a shrine; the great Prince James reborn in a spectacle of artistic grandeur. Instead, my disappointment is characterized by something far more banal. This James stands not regal but stiff, wearing an expression I can only describe as depressed.

Astoundingly the royal family has managed to present James at his most insipid. In their attempt to cast him as a solemn every-man, they have stripped him of all the human characteristics he was actually known and respected for. Balanced haphazardly at the edge of a cliff with a face of mopey disgust, the statue looks ready to confiscate his sons’ Xbox, or perhaps fling himself into the ocean in a vain attempt to be reunited with his real, human self.

"ARE WE SURE LOUIS HAD NO HAND IN THIS MESS?"

The statue was allegedly commissioned by the late prince’s wife to mark the 10th anniversary of his death, but this hyper-realistic snooze fest seems to be more in line with the tastes of an octogenarian monarch who collects military figurines for fun. If this is how the royal family chooses to remember their husband, son, or father that’s their prerogative, but for the rest of us this isn’t something worth remembering.

"TRAGIC."

Maybe the greatest sin of the statue isn’t that it’s boring or uninspired, it’s not even that it doesn’t capture the essence of its subject. This sculpture’s fatal flaw is its remoteness, its inability to be interacted with or understood. It was James’s warmth and openness that endeared him to so many, and sadly it’s missing from this work of art. Instead what’s left to fill the void is a lonely man with a worry-etched face, staring out listlessly at something no one else can see. With the depths of the Atlantic ahead and a gloomy private estate behind, he is where no member of the public can ever hope to reach him again. Part of me wonders if this was Princess Tatiana’s intention all along.

[alarrytale]

Do you see Larry CO within the next couple of years? Or do you think they won't CO and will just stop stunting and remain publicly single, or maybe even publicly settle down with women and keep their relationship hidden. Or maybe CO in their 40s, or even much older than that. I saw someone say that they think Harry will go the Rod Stewart route and still push his heteroseuxal womanizer image in his 40s and older, and that there will still be a market for it and hets will eat it up because of nostalgia and they'll be fantasizing about him when he was younger and still see him as their teen crush or whatever, no matter his age. It worked for Rod Stewart, Cliff Richard, Tom Jones etc up to a certain point. I think Cliff is in the closet, unsure about the others. But gross. I don't see that going down well nowadays. People got away with a lot more in the past but I think they'll get called out for it now, if older men are still acting like teens or early 20s. Like Leo DiCaprio is now a laughing stock and used for memes. These men who were once heartthrobs are now being called out for supposedly being a womanizer. I'll be really surprised if Harry keeps it up that long. If he doesn't CO I think it's more likely he'll just remain publicly single and do stunts when he feels like it.

Hi, anon!

I can't predict the future. But i can tell you what i think based on the information we have right now. I think we'll see 'seeding' before they come out. Even though it can happen almost over night, i don't think it will happen that way. I think they'd want to soften people up to the idea. I think we'll see bg end, more signaling, more rumours about their sexuality, and then we'll see them together. They can start the coming out process anytime (if what's been stopping them uptil now ends). I think fandom will notice and recognise it happening instantly. They're not coming out to us, but to the gp.

I do think they want to come out. As i've said before, i think it's things beyond their control that's holding them back. If they want a family together and to settle down, they can't wait forever. I do think they want that. At the same time, i think Louis especially, wants to prioritise his career for a few years more. He's finally on a wave of success and touring the world. It also depends on what Harry wants. Does he want to sign a new three album deal? If so they might not come out before after that. But that might not mean anything. I do think they have a sort of plan for this, or a timeframe for it.

I don't think harry will live a double life and be closeted to the public until his 70s, and live a private with louis. I don't think he'll pull that off. It might have worked 50 years ago, but not now. I think that's unlikely.

[homosociallyyours]

Megan, I love your brain and I'd love to know what you think about the most recent tidal wave to hit our wee fandom. Is this just gonna be a brief reprieve before we get Aloucia, did Eleanor decide she finally wanted a meaningful life of her own beyond bathroom pics and dog walking? What do you reckon ? X

ok so THIS is the ask I've been wanting to get to!! thank you to everyone who sent me asks and helped me open my computer!

and MAJOR thanks to @goodshiplarrypop for asking my opinion on something?? It's rare and a fun lil treat! AND it's probably for the best that I'm not answering when this is actually the main discourse, bc as much as I do like sharing my thoughts I do NOT like being pulled into disc horsing around, really? That said. I'm putting my answer behind a cut:

I will preface this by saying that this is all my opinion and conjecture, and I don't expect anyone to agree with me. I'm also not interested in debating, so if you don't agree with me that's chill BUT I have no need to hear about it.

I think we've seen signs that Eleanor has been doing her own thing and developing a stronger work life for a while now. She's been working with a lot more brands, and honestly from what I can tell she seems to be having success as a luxury influencer. Her follower count is high enough and even with comments turned off on posts she still gets decent engagement in terms of likes and stuff.

It does appear to me that she loves animals, and I will be surprised if we don't see her with Cliff sometimes. A big part of me thinks that this ending is meant to be a "more mature" one for her and Louis-- they wanted different things and grew apart but still care for each other vs. him basically being a cheater party boy (or having that for her). If that's the approach they take, it could do a lot for allowing Louis down time-- lots of "will they get back together?" moments based simply on her proximity to him BUT allowing her the freedom to actually be out in the world with any man she's really seeing.

For Louis, this is a great chance to be Single and career focused, and honestly kinda makes his interactions with F over the past year+ make a lot more sense to me. I think it's entirely possible that the idea of hanging out with a kid every once in a while-- something Louis likes doing and is good at --might feel like a better use of his time than going on week long trip or doing a papped night out to feed into a straight guy narrative. And obviously timing-wise the January-January ending feels like something that's been planned and expected.

That said, is Aloucia coming asap? I mean. I would be surprised? But I often am! I have a feeling that it's meant more as a place holder, like maybe something more could connect them in a few months. Maybe it was a wink and a nod to anyone who pays attention to stunts. Maybe he likes pictures of fireworks! I truly don't know.

One thing for sure is that if she does happen to stunt with him, I plan on being really annoying and pointing out the ways that beards can't win and are treated horribly no matter what they do or how they do it. It's the one place where I feel like outside critique of larries actually holds water, and I just hate to see antis taking that W on us when we could honestly just thrive by saying less! OH ALSO i find it funny that half of Clexa and half of Larry could be "together" like WHAT IT THE ACTUAL FAN FICCING FUCK??? hilarious!!!! like reliving the 2010s!

ok I think that's all I've got to say for now! hopefully you don't regret sending me this ask!

[salt-volk]

event prediction fun game!

HEY yall lets make event predictions n see who gets closest when it actualy comes out!!! a lil more light hearted stuff to post along all the drama

heres mine:

the new mini town will be some sort of forest theme maybe with a rock cliff aesthetic too

new npc will have red hair or black hair n will be male or gender neutral

npc name will start with a D or maybe an S

they will be possibly be an animal person since lots of event npcs have been humany up to now, n maybe a bird person bc there havent been many of those

yall may be right that the teams are 3 teams based on each 3s forest witch but i wonder if therell be a 4th team like irin or smthn whos an alternative against all the witches entirely

the summer wings n other items will still come out but recolored maybe. or theyll have another item with same stats n placement as the wings

part of dv story that changes depending on which team wins is going to decide the direction for 3s forest but i dont think it will be "which witch wins control of the forest" more like that the forest will either be destroyed entirely or saved

or maybe smthn in event outcome will determine which full town we get next like if there are multiple possible town concepts lined up this locks us into one of them being made first before the others bc the story now takes us there sooner. anjie said a long time ago they were looking into less linear story paths (so not having to complete every town in order from louis hill to vaer before being able to unlock a new town. instead having new towns branch out from ealirer existing towns) so this would be a good set up for that. also gets around the "cant release new town until we fix vaer reef" thing. not just a mini town but maybe new big town location set up to branch from 3s. 

there will be a new humanoid looking event pet

some sort of bad magical energy that can spread out of 3s forest n infect other areas too 

the teams will end up working together in the end somehow story wise 

a new post border will be released 

new npc shop will be how they cycle in old monthly sets OR will be a "pawn shop" type a thing

some sort of animal messenger or guide 

idk how but marvel will show up maybe

one of the clothing items will be controversial somehow

new food item or multiple food items

pets will not be involved in the battle competition part of things 

okay thats all ive been thinkin about! rlly wanna hear others predictions even if theyre silly! just throwing stuff out there who knows maybe youll be secretly a prophet lmfao

[sofipitch]

I always wonder like, what are peoples opinions on Louis’ complicit actions during lestat’s attempted murder? Like, he obviously was mixed on it, he still choose claudia over lestat.

So my question is, if it’s not rude, do you think without claudia wanting to leave he would have left lestat? Or attempted what claudia did on his own? Or without pushing or any outside influence do you think they would have…stayed together?

Similarly, outside of anger and betrayal, do you think lestat understands why his family left him?

Okay so I thought about this and I don't think Louis would have left without Claudia's urging. I think he wanted to but also I think Louis had settled into a state where at least he knew what to expect even if Lestat wasn't perfect. I think the fear of uncertainty when leaving, and possibly what someone might do in reprocussion keeps a lot of ppl from trying to change their situations. I think he needed Claudia to jump off that cliff with him.

I'm not sure if Lestat understood during the time of IWTV, it's hard to tell. He says he just wanted to talk when he came back as swampstat but also he had his side piece follow Claudia around in a threatening manner and attack. He also still condemns Claudia at the theater, despite later saying he didn't expect them to kill her. I personally agree that he probably thought he could scare Claudia with the idea of death and then take her away, based on him crying over her dress, I don't think he would have been that upset if he had really wanted her dead. But it is still no bueno. But at the end of TVL he says he understood why Claudia did it and forgave her (and Louis) and I love that part and stand by it. Maybe he came to that realization while reading books all day alone before he went underground, maybe it was only after reading IWTV, but he forgave her and in many ways apologized

[talvenhenki]

Some quotes for you!

"No river runs among the dead cliffs / our story is written to its end"

"You no longer have time for anything but bitter tears"

"Let the broken hearts stand as the price you've gotta pay"

"It ain't no sin to be glad you're alive"

"And nobody smiled as we took back our own"

"But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime"

"No river runs among the dead cliffs / our story is written to its end"

Ooo I don't know who this would be about, but man I love the vibes! The story is about lovers who had to hide, and who are probably either immortal or then people who are long gone. Maybe it's written from the perspective of an archaeologist/treasure hunter who discovers the story in an old cavern where there used to be a river or something?

"You no longer have time for anything but bitter tears"

Okay so this is a story of feral murder child Astolfo from Vanitas no Carte. Actually I very well might use this for a story I'm planning about him, for after the Beast of Gévaudan arc when he's still healing from his injuries. He's having bad flashbacks to the time he lost his whole family to vampires, and, out of all people, it's Roland who's helping Astolfo through them. Because Roland was there and saw the carnage, because he knows how much Astolfo was hurt that night. Basically it's just fluff with major angst as Astolfo's letting himself be vulnerable for a bit. (I don't think he has much choice, after how injured he got at Gévaudan tho!)

"Let the broken hearts stand as the price you've gotta pay"

This makes me think of Garashir in a weird way. Post-canon, they somehow stumble into each other, and they're older and more bitter and their hearts are broken...until they realise that they can pick things up from where they left it. They can fix each other's broken hearts, live somewhere with no war, no evil. Just two men, mending their hearts and their garden, as well as some clothes and broken bones!

"It ain't no sin to be glad you're alive"

Okay so I got two ideas. Idea 1 is a reembodied elf in Valinor, grappling with the fact that they were dead, possibly killed others and then...they're alive again. Knowing me, it would probably be about Maeglin.

Idea 2 is about Vanitas no Carte, about Noé and Domi. They're all grown up, still missing Louis terribly. One evening, they talk about a lot of what-ifs (after Domi has found out that she and Louis are twins) and Domi says something along the lines of maybe it would have been better for Louis to live and Domi to have been the curse-bearer and Noé says that what the hell Domi, that he's happy that he's still got her at least. Like obviously he is sad about Louis but he would be just as sad about Domi if it had been her instead of him.

"And nobody smiled as we took back our own"

This gives me the vibes of the time after the Battle of the Last Alliance. Elrond is tending to the broken body of Gil-Galad and wondering what it even was that they were doing, if the victory even was a real one when so much had been lost either way.

"But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime"

After the end of 07-Ghost, Castor and Labrador having thoughts about things like breathing, feeling, and other things associated with living, something they hadn't thought they could do any more. They're human again and it feels all sorts of weird.