#besides daylight

[kiruyeen]

modern ghostfield AU where danny's like "oh shit Im giving too many clues, fuck, he probably knows Im the ghostface. I have to kill him and make it look like an accident." and dwight just fully believes danny is a vampire, rather than the ghostface killer, for some fucking reason.

specifically they have a twilight-ass moment where dwight's questioning him like "youre more active at night, pale as hell, you barely eat, constantly make murder jokes," and danny's like oh shit oh shit oh shit until they do the "I know what you are" "say it" bit and dwight just utters "vampire" and danny short circuits so bad he breaks character.

[youngdutchishot]

dutch dies and hosea sees his ghost.

[dnangelic]

genuinely i think my fascination with the lilith figure and dark(lucifer/satan figure) is the way they're both abandoned and thrown away by those above them. it's the same vulnerability it's the same bitterness the same tragedy never for the one (the so-called "righteous" status quo) throwing them away but for them, specifically, to shoulder the immensely deep pain and heavy loneliness of. manisumea serves as dnangel's canonical lilith figure (something like an ex-lover, a lover that never got to be, his utmost intimate 'acquaintance,' the one who saved his life, granted him freedom and yet was broken and punished for it,) but even outside of it like with sumin's rei there's something so crazy painful about the amount of lilith-themed characters who aren't given the freedom or forgiveness to be allowed their curiosity and thereby themselves or who fail some sort of unreasonable expectation set out for them (that an innocent eve figure may or may fulfill in their place,) and dark Always Gets This.

[bigshotexpress]

alright dbd killer gamers, what's been your favorite killer duo to play as so far?

mine's been Hillbilly and Huntress, though maybe thats because all the Huntresses I've played with were godly and just synergized with me so well. Hillbilly and Trapper's also been working pretty well, especially when trappers are creative with their trap placement. Turns out its hard for survivors to keep their eyes out for traps when you're running at them with a chainsaw <3 !

I've only had one round with a Nurse partner and none with a Wraith partner thus far though.

[monkeylah]

[leonbabygirlkennedy]

Watch me fault her "You're living like a disaster" She said, "kill me faster" With strawberry gashes all over

[nephiliam]

felt like, an intense urge to cry for a full minute for no reason

rewatched this stupid tf2 sfm video for the 6th time and feel completely normal again

[snufkin1970]

tbh i find it very weird how people sexualize the legion even though they are 18+ but i swear that susie was supposed to be 16 (because of her sophmore hoodie) but bhvr had to age her up because some countires don't allow games that involes minors getting hurt (even though it dosen't make any sense because she's not a survivor) so now the weirdos have the excuse to sexualize her.

(oh my god you have to be joking i had a full response written but i went to look up the legion characters on wiki before i posted and it ERASED EVERYTHING anyway take 2)

i find it really sad that despite how the members ages range around 18 and 19, they're immediately treated like full blown adults. like yeah they're legal adults, but teenagers as well. eightTEEN. nineTEEN. there's other ways to enjoy a character besides sexualizing them as soon as they legally hit adulthood? like where's all the content that really shows what it's like to be in that awkward stage of being an adult and not really actually feeling one? like i'm 20 and i'm still feeling like that. and the legion seem to go through a lot in their lives that would force them to kind of adapt to things quickly, but at the end of the day they are still teens trapped in the unfortunate circumstance of navigating the world, and then navigating the entity's realm. they're young and they're scared. i sure as hell would be.

[thatone-churro]

she is my sun

she captures all my waking thoughts

entangles me in her heat

i’d follow her to my death

and i’d rather know nothing else

i’d chase her to the very end

and she knows

she knows what she does to me

she knows what i’d do for her

she stays just out of my reach every time

taunting me, taunting me

she blinds me with her light

she’s all i can see

i’m reaching blindly

grasping at any shred of her i can get

i want her to be mine

i know i can’t have her

but i want to

so i reach, i beg, i cry

all for her, all for her

***

i saw a moth the other day.

it was the middle of the afternoon

and it just fell from the sky.

i don’t know where it came from

only that it plummeted to the ground

and it fell without a sound

as it fell and as it hit.

i thought it had died

i wonder if it wish it had

but it didn’t

even as it lay belly-up in the sun’s radiance.

just when i believe it dead

it flutters

it spasms

it panics, i think.

in its blind flurry

it flies a few inches

but still fell on its back.

it tried again

it tried again

and it tried again

but fell all the same.

inch by inch

it scrambled to a bush

all the while

it couldn’t look away from the sky

and it flew

well, “flew”

to where the sun was titled overhead.

i wonder if it knew it should know better.

i wonder if all it knew

was the light it craved so badly

and if it was driven to delirium

being engulfed in it

and flung off the cliff of ecstasy in its wake.

i wonder if it knew at all

that the sun it chased so religiously

would kill it in the end.

i wonder if that’s what all our desperation looks like

that we all flutter to our demise

and others can only help but watch with pity.

i wondered all in retrospect.

i thought first,

watching it scramble:

“i could write a poem about that.”

i was the only one to find it so poetic.

***

i reach, i beg, i cry

all for her, all for her

i grasp at every inch of her i can reach

writhing on my back

belly-up beneath her radiance

entangled in her arms

she absolutely smothers me

sends me to delirium

feeling nothing but heat

heat and her

her heat

and mine

she taunts me, taunts me

captures my lips

and steals all my waking thoughts

she’s just within my reach

i reach my hands up

ever reaching

ever desperate to hold her

but she holds stronger

because i am all hers

she’s all i know

i can never forget her in the day

always feeling her in the back of my mind

and i crave her in the night

crawling for light and warmth

she is my sun

�� sundrunk

[airenyah]

it's currently snowing for the first time this winter

[greatwesternrailway]

walking or cycling home alone at night is a million times less scary to me than getting a taxi. i am not being locked in a moving vehicle with a strange man and telling him where i live.

[astrellium]

Every other facet of the daylight savings time debate aside, the NAMES of daylight time and standard time should be switched

If "daylight time" is the setting we're on for a larger part of the year (which it is, from March to November), then that's by definition the standard time setting!!

[floralpowders]

has anyone written any natasha x readers out there?? the search is so crap that i just wind up getting mar//vel and x - x no...

but i would love to see maybe an imagine about natasha surprising the reader with a handmade doll for them

[renaerys]

"A Patient Burning" 👀✨

This one is Itachi and Ino in a yakuza AU! Itachi is a yakuza gangster and the sone of the gang’s oyabun, and Ino is a geisha who works at a tea house he frequents one day. She asks for his patronage and protection because her family is in trouble with a rival gang and in exchange she gives him valuable information about a rival gang planning a civil war intended to wipe out his gang’s upper echelon unless they can stop it. He is skeptical at first, but she proves her worth at charming and gathering information from people when they go to a night club run by one of his underworld associates.

There is an entire scene devoted to Itachi’s tattoos that I am very proud of, a car chase that ends in some very scandalous hand holding (!), and also a very steamy bath scene in every sense of that word. I would describe this fic as atmospheric and simmering. Inspirations include the deep water, bisexual lighting in that John Wick night club scene and a dream I had after watching Tokyo Vice.

This fic is in progress and the first three chapters are posted to AO3! I plan to finish it this year.

[sgcairo]

THE WIFE HAS COME HOME, I REPEAT, THE WIFE HAS COME HOME

(And Kaveh)

[silvcrignis]

Vladimir as Keira’s drudge goes EVERYWHERE with her. Kinda his job. Reason why no one in the DBD verse who knows her has not MET her drudge yet. There are two people ( @manufactoredxbyxdesign / @d4ngerous ) Keira interacts with there who he doesn’t hate so far but he’s also shy so he’s not gonna say hi to them yet lmao. Everyone else though? He doesn’t like y’all if you approach him without good reason he’s cursing y’all the fuck out in Russian & stabbing you at least 5 times in the jugular with one of his sketch pencils (he’s an artist™️).

He’s usually sleeping in the Hatch during Keira’s trials so rare Survivors have seen the mans bc sometimes she’ll leave her hatch open if she’s feeling merciful for someone that did REAL good in a trial. Don’t uh. Touch him. Drudges bite the same way their masters do & also have sharp teeth, you will need stitches.