#NO SAD ENDINGS

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 38

Jaskier has kept a secret for years. The ring with dandelions carved into it that he wears every second of every day is the only thing keeping him from turning into ash. He sleeps with a lovely woman one night, desperately trying to move on from Geralt (it doesn't work, he is still very much in love with his best friend) only to awake in the morning and find- FUCK She stole his ring! That conniving little-! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What does he do!? He races to the mirror and it confirms his worst fear. The glamour the ring gives him is gone. He can't see his reflection. He reaches a hand up to his mouth and feels his fangs. No- Nonono! Then his worst fucking nightmare ON TOP of his worst nightmare happens. He hears the stomping footsteps of a witcher approaching their room. Godsdamn it all. He hears the doorknob jiggle and.. Alright, he'll be the first to admit it, he panics. "DON'T COME IN, GERALT" The doorknob jiggling pauses. "Jaskier? Are you alright?" "Y- YES! Perfectly peachy! Don't come in!" Jaskier rushes around the room, pacing in panicked circles like a caged beast. He was a caged beast. He reaches to close the curtains of the only window in the room and like an idiot, he fumbles in place and ends up with his hand in the direct sunlight. He shrieks in pain and holds his hand to his chest. Geralt, scenting agony and hearing Jaskier yell, barges in without another moment of thought. Only to see Jaskier scrambling away from him in fear. In all his years of knowing Jaskier, he has NEVER been afraid of him. It physically pains Geralt to see it now. He doesn't understand why he wasn't allowed in. There's no lover of Jaskier's hiding in a corner embarrassed at being caught, Jaskier isn't indecent or anything, so why-? Then he looks at Jaskier, truly looks at him, and sees his blue eyes are glowing, and his mouth - Parted open as he pants - reveals fangs. Geralt's eyes dart to Jaskier's neck and it's confirmed. The worst part of it all, is the way Jaskier's eyes keep glancing between the door out of the room, and Geralt's silver sword. Geralt is infuriated. Not only did the woman Jaskier take to bed last night turn Jaskier into a vampire, but she also made Jaskier fear Geralt because of it. When Geralt says he isn't going to harm (let alone KILL like Jaskier had feared) Jaskier for the twentieth time, Jaskier finally believes him, and begs him to help him track the woman down. Geralt is intent on killing the vampire that ruined poor young human Jaskier's life. Jaskier is intent on getting his human-glamour, sunlight-immunity-enchantment ring back from this human he slept with, so he can go back to pretending he's human, like he has been doing for the past hundred or so years.

[shamelessly-obsessed]

I know im not the first one to do this but Gallavich + Brokeback Mountain ✨ WITH HAPPY ENDING

And yes I will keep promoting my Gallavich playlist 😤

[douglass-fir]

Jungkook sucks in a breath and bolts for the door.

It happens the same way every year.

Jungkook rolls out of bed and wipes the dew from his window. He scans the park across the street—looking for the first sign of yellow on the leaves. And when he spots it, he sucks in a breath and bolts for the door, hastily throwing on shoes before running at full speed toward the trees.

The cool breeze whips at his face as he sprints across the park, his chest burning, losing his breath as he finally collides chest-first into him. It's the best kind of pain, feeling his hyung's broad chest against his own—warm and solid and real.

He can't help but throw his arms around him and squeeze as he buries his face into his neck. Seokjin chuckles warmly as he strokes his hair.

"Jungkook-ah, you've gotten too big to hug me this tightly. I can't breathe," he laughs.

"Shut up," Jungkook says, his heart soaring. "…Missed you so much," he admits softly into Seokjin's shoulder.

“I missed you too,” Seokjin breathes into his hair.

Jungkook's hands roam, squeezing his shoulders, his arms, his hands.

He needs to know he’s there—in the flesh. Needs to press into Seokjin’s skin and remember every detail.

“Don’t forget this. You can’t forget.” Jungkook's mind echoes like a drum. Jungkook inhales Seokjin’s woody smell and tries to still his heart.

Seokjin brings their foreheads together. “C’mon, Jungkook-ah, let’s shake off some of this nervous energy. I need to stretch my legs.”

Jungkook pulls back with a pout and Seokjin giggles in response.

“C’mon, bun. We have all the time in the world,” Seokjin comforts with a smile.

But Jungkook knows better—has known for years.

He takes Seokjin's hand as they walk through the park, inhaling the crisp air. He scans the sky and counts the leaves, willing them to stay in place, knowing when the last one disappears, so will Seokjin—until autumn’s color returns again.

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[seagiri]

time and tide

[novaneondream]

it’s our turn to make you smile

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Into the pit? More like into the daddy issues

[toughbunnyforever]

the beginning and the end

[nkogneatho]

Toji has never once shown his vulnerability towards the scar he has on his lips. He never even talks about them. But you know he is somewhere insecure about it when he stops and stares in the mirror while shaving, green eyes scanning the scar. Or when he purposely rests the right side of his face in his hand so the palm hides it. He thought he was being subtle with it, but you noticed. You noticed how deep down he was scared to even talk about it, let alone wear it with pride. That scar was a nightmare and he hated how it was visible to him, to everyone in the most obvious place.

"Toji?" you cooed from behind, walking into the hall while he was watching TV.

"Yes, baby?"

"I bought a new gloss, and i want to test if it's transfer proof."

"Don't know what that is but c'mere, lovie. Sit on my lap while you do it." You smiled and plopped yourself on his lap. Before he could finally look at you, you pressed your tinted glossy lips at the end of his lips where the scar settled.

he tried opening his lips to catch yours but you didn't really kiss his lips. he was so confused why you were pecking one spot.

*one peck. two peck. three peck. smooches tightly*

"D'ya know? I love this." You ran your thumb over the skin. "It makes me realize how strong you are, Toji. Sooo strong. Please don't hide it. It makes you look more handsome." He couldn't form words. The sudden love bomb opened a can of bad memories. Yet, oddly, he was comforted by your words. For a man so big, he was still weak over you and your love. Because you determined his vulnerability. Which is why your relationship was perfect. He is not the kind of man to be vocal about his issues but you read him like an open book. You understand him before he even has to spell it out.

Toji rested his forehead against yours, inhaling and exhaling with his eyes closed. God. He feels so in love, it kills him. What would he do without you? Everyone picked his flesh till it was just his heart exposed in the dirt, still struggling to beat. But you found it. Not to pick anymore flesh(there was none left). But to rip open your ribs and keep that heart locked in you forever. Safe and sound.

[cellystars]

Deeply hoping that these two would continue to be Godparent/Godkid by the end of the season, I need to see these two have a friendship! :"O

[nekoo3001]

Heavy topic.

They look so exhausted in the last chapters

[hrokkall]

"Sad Cat Poem" by Spencer Madsen

[zukkacore]

Second Place episode of Gamechanger feat the Aguefort staff aka Aguefort heaven is Porter hell. It’s a very efficient system

Bonus:

[spineless-lobster]

Hey so if you guys here any pained animalistic sobs and/or wails don’t mind that it’s only me thinking about the house of hades family portraits

[ryllen]

[ x ]

[uncanny-tranny]

Learning to internalize the message above, but art is in all of our bones. If you feel afraid to create art because it won't be "good enough," it's worth it to explore why you feel that fear. Creating art is one of the basic impulses of people, and if you want to create art, then you absolutely must.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Can you imagine the puppet scene in FNAF 2…