#bitter end is the TBA

[drugstorecowboi]

End of an era. Thanks for everything AHC. It’s been a wild ride these last few years🫡

[jugoya]

hugs him too c:

Hanagaki, the unrelenting paradox. 

At first glance he seems no more than an opportunist riding Manjiro’s coattails into prestige.  — but time had shown Izana that his initial judgment was wrong. ( he loathed to be so , but he wasn’t blind. ) Time had soften his sharp edges and stubbornness, but Izana would have never joined Toman , not even with his brother at the head, if he didn’t have some semblance of respect for the acting president. 

It was a well known fact that Hanagaki had a habit of leaving people speechless , mouth agape at his surprising insight and resilience. Everyone’s time must come , and Izana is no different , only he never expected to have the words snatched out of his mouth by such a simple gesture. Hands floating in a suspended state, he hovers uncertain on what he should do next. With a cough , Izana clears his throat , hesitantly patting Hanagaki’s shoulder.

“ This is.... unexpected? ”

“ If you need a favor the only requirement is to ask. ”

[petalsscribbles]

Bitter Blood

summary: After a betrayal by his blood servant centuries ago, Sunghoon vowed to never devote himself to another human ever again. His resolve is tested however, when a boy transfers to his academy - a boy that smells just like the traitor ages ago but more beautiful than anyone Sunghoon's ever seen. Torn between undeniable attraction and bitter memories, Sunghoon struggles to decide which he should give in to.

pairing: park sunghoon x male reader

genre: smau, fluff, humor, angst(just a teensy tiny bit), boarding school au, vampire au

featuring: enhypen members, TXT's Yeonjun, Itzy's Yuna, aespa's Winter, Ateez's Jongho, ZB1's Jiwoong

content warning: blood drinking, injuries, alcohol consumption, kms and sexual jokie jokes, cursing

status: ongoing

started: 26.6.2024

finished: tba

taglist: OPEN comment or send ask to be added

@starchasing-cryptid @foxilsdenn @moonslie04 @kkurbys @winter-world @bleedingxheartt @gnusihcom @dkmyman @mortifesboy @kkyoluv @teoluvsyou @bubblztaro @conwunder @xavi-in-kpopland @monstaxpuppy @gabrielllx

author's note: feel the bite between my jaw so tasty

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be taken seriously or as a representation of the idols.

navigation:

profiles:

profiles 1 profiles 2

chapters:

1. first glance

2. day one

3. first impression (written)

4. apology

5. let me in

6. experimenting

7. results

8. peace

9. hell aka bus without ac

10. all in a day's work

11. and there was one bed (written)

12. decisions decisions (smau + written)

13. doubts doubts

14. bad dreams

15. color coded

16. competition within a competition

17. save me (written)

18. blood oath

19. changes

20. first bite

21. fools in love

22. till the end of time

[amourcheol]

paris (teaser)

❝You and Jeonghan, jazz-filled corners, hidden history, and the city of love.❞

historical! au | exes to lovers! au | angst, fluff, smut | approx. 45k words (teaser wc. 1.4k words)

s u m m a r y : disgraced by hollywood for the last time, you, a once superstar-turned-alcoholic, escape to the city of love to seek sanctuary from the ruthless tabloids. your sanctuary comes in the form of film noir superstar yoon jeonghan, the enigmatic man who taught you the art of acting, lust and love before your fame. when he asks to meet you once, just like old times, you cannot refuse. what is meant to be a simple date turns into a path of passion, pain and everything that comes with fooling around with your ex in the jazz-filled corners of paris.

c o n t e n t s : actor! mc, actor! jeonghan, mc is incredibly bitter and makes bad decisions, agent! seungkwan who is tired of fixing them, jeonghan is the suavest, sultriest mf, mentions of parisian landmarks in this fic, also a bit of french peppered throughout, greek mythology art references, tons of fluff which is also layered with angst, this will be very hurt-comfort, hella ansgty but will have a happy ending mature warnings -> alcohol consumption and abuse, smoking, this is basically sexual tension with plot, slightly drunk making out, oral sex (f. receiving) unprotected sex (refer point to bad decisions), very soft angsty sex, body worshipping, petnames (chérie, mon ange, darling, angel), overall emotional rollercoaster, more tba!

p l a y l i s t : here!

t a g l i s t : @hyuckworld​ @sysymei @alaypsy23 @belladaises @jjeongddol @sparklyshuji @forcoups @ilovesungjun @wonwoo24 @scandal-in-bohemia @hopefulchick @superbbananananana @onedumbho3 @fragmentof-indifference @cuntycheol @rubywonu @if-i-like-i-reblog @yoonzinoooo @jungwoos-luvr @crookedwolfruins @leclercloverbot​ @alexai (let me know if y’all want to be tagged!)

a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : after three years ... four rewritings later... she may finally see the light ... i am releasing the teaser now but will post the fic when i’m back from holiday! i hope you all enjoy the lil extract <3

read this fic here!

SHIT. YOU COULD NOT DO THIS TODAY.

Suddenly, you wished he was a mere figment of your imagination, because then he would not have to see you in your drunken, disordered state, looking for art that was not there, looking for the past in the present.

But then he began to move.

This very real presence walked closer to you, and you felt your entire body constricting, because Yoon Jeonghan was in front of you, the greatest star in the world was approaching you, the man of your distant memories was coming too close.

“Wait,” he then said, and your throat was closing up, you were blinking rapidly, chest growing heavy, and you needed him to get away. He came closer, and you knew then and there you were going to die on the cold floor of the Louvre, marble eyes on you—

And then your own gaze was glistening, and when he noticed it became harder to contain yourself. “_____, are you all right?”

“Yes!” you got out, but then you proved yourself wrong when a few tears slipped out, staining your cheeks.

The man wasted no time, closing the last space between the two of you as he reached out. Instantly, you repelled from his touch, almost flinching from his surprise. “No!” you rasped out, bringing out your own hands to create distance, taking a step back. “No, you don’t need to do that…I’m fine.” 

You breathed sharply through your nose. “I am fine.”

Hastily you turned to the empty space where he last was, before you followed him like a madwoman around the hall. He watched you, your back almost to him. “What…what are you…” you paused, trying to normalise your shaking voice. “What are you doing here?”

You could feel his inquisitive stare upon you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

That question was not being answered. “I asked you first.”

Because you could not see him, you were not aware of his reaction. Still, it was enough for him to answer, “Well, in the Louvre, or in Paris?”

You gritted your teeth at that. “I think everyone knows why you’re in Paris at the moment.”

“Do they, now?”

You could not help it.

Casting a momentary glance at him, you were taken aback to find his gaze upon you. “Are you aware, at least?” he asked you.

Despite his simple questions, your impending headache, you had to clamp down on your remarks. “Of course I’m aware,” you muttered. “The papers are all over the press tours you’ve been doing.”

A perfectly groomed brow arched at your comment. “I’m surprised you follow the papers at the moment.” 

You knew exactly what he meant. “One must keep check of the stories they gossip about,” you only said, focusing back on the empty space. “Those journalists cannot be trusted.”

“Hmm…” you heard shuffling amongst his clothes—no doubt crossing his arms. “I have read the stories.”

A scoff. “I suppose you believe them, don’t you?”

He noted the cruelty in your response. The actor did not take it to heart.

“I have always believed in the stories you told me, chérie.”

This time, curiosity controlled your movement.

Curiosity had you turning back, forcing you to observe his expression, catch his lie. 

But you found no deception.

No, there was only sincerity—pure as the moonlight shining on the two of you.

Chérie.

The last time someone had called you such a sweet name was too long ago.

How ironic, that it was the same man beside you who had bestowed you this very endearment.

A shuddered breath left you. 

You could not do this now.

You were going to say as much when Jeonghan interrupted you.

“Were you looking for something in here?”

Your furrowed brows had him humming. “I thought as much.” Gently, he jerked his head beyond your figure. “Strangely enough, I was looking for it as well.”

Confused, you glanced back at the empty space, where that certain, mysterious sculpture was supposed to be. “That is why I came to the Louvre,” you heard him say.

There was still suspicion laced in your features. “How do you know that we are thinking of the same piece?”

That ghost of a smile crept up again. “You act as if you don’t remember.”

Your sigh was a little sheepish. “I do,” you said, reminiscing on the memories. “But the name…”

No matter how hard you endeavoured, your memory of the sculpture was too hazy for your half-drunk mind. 

You searched him for an answer. “I’m sure you have not forgotten.”

“No…I have not.”

You waited. His silence had you insisting, “Well?”

When you saw a slight glimmer in his whimsical gaze, you knew that he had something else in mind. The implications had you biting your lower lip, anxiety blooming.

The nerves grew when Jeonghan spoke.

“I will tell you if you see me tomorrow.”

You blinked back.

“There’s an exhibition opening here tomorrow afternoon,” he continued, taking a step towards you, careful not to startle you again. “It’s centred on the sculpture we both wanted to see, but it’s been moved to another hall.”

He confused you a great amount. “How do you know that?”

His stare went beyond you, to the wall. “It says on the plaque.”

Sure enough—when you looked back, there was the notice. Because your French was adequate at best, you did not understand it fully. You simply had to trust his linguistic abilities.

That you could do—you were aware of Jeonghan’s fluency in the language of love. 

He cocked his head, a few strays cascading the side of his face. “You and I could see it there.”

The offer had shaken you. “Why?”

“Why?”

You knitted your brows suspiciously. “Why do you want to go with me?”

The film noir star watched you then, you shuffling uncomfortably under his scrutiny. God, you forgot how intense his eyes were—in fairness, you had not been the subject of his stares for a few years. 

He locked his gloved hands behind his back. “Because you need a break, _____. From everything.”

He offered you a smile. “Let me be the one to give you that. If only for the day.”

You could have crumbled before him.

It was at this stage you cursed yourself for being in such a state. Perhaps if you were sober, you would have carried on this conversation in a more respectable manner, taken more caution.

It was incredibly difficult, composing yourself around the man.

“I can’t…” you inhaled sharply, trying to form the words. “I cannot do midday…too many people, you know…staring, judging…”

“Ah.” He nodded, parting his mouth in thought. “Then tomorrow night?”

Stretching your mouth, unsure, he assured, “They will not follow you here at this hour.”

“How are you so sure of that?”

This time, he sighed, surprised at your anxiousness. “I see you’ve not changed, then.”

You narrowed your gaze. “What is that supposed to mean?”

But the actor did not seem like he was going to elaborate. 

He instead took another step towards you, a mere two feet left. 

“Do you trust me?”

You tilted your head back. 

What kind of question was that?

Do you trust me?

You did not trust anyone. Not after this whole debacle back home, when almost all your friends within the industry had contributed to your downfall. Hollywood was filled with traitors, the worst being the people who haunted the journey of your disgrace at every moment.

It was impossible to place any ounce of faith in another.

As you watched his eyes settle on you, you noticed an emotion you had not witnessed in forever.

Tenderness.

Tenderness with no ulterior motive—gentle acceptance, as if he recognised your position. As if he recognised your change, the apprehensive nature of your questions, your pauses. It physically hurt being stained with such compassion, when you had been begging for it from the world all those weeks ago.

It hurt, having someone who understood you.

You, however, should not have been surprised.

Yoon Jeonghan had always been like this. Especially when you both were together.

You could have smiled. 

What a time that was.

As if he could read your mind, the film noir star began, “You remember, don’t you? That I’ve never let you down?”

You decided to let yourself slip—you could always blame it on the alcohol. 

“What time do you want me here tomorrow?”

[ahearthoficeandstone]

You are the first child of the Florinius family, your birth had predestined you to become the next ruler of H'afeara. But it has been ten long years since the Empire of Aea had declared war upon your home. Ten years fighting to keep your kingdom's independence- for your chance to rule- only for it to ripped away from you. And it's your own fault.

You had one more charge to lead against Aean forces, and you had lost that battle. Losing was no stranger to you, but none had been thorough and devastating. This loss had ended with you being taken as a prisoner of war, and the end of the war soon followed.

Now you are "free", a welcomed "guest" in the Aean court.  Being executed would have been a fairer fate.

[Contains elements of: court intrigue, romance, mystery, slice of life, and fantasy]

...

This side project is still in the planning stage, and things will be slow to come.

[Demo: TBA]

[Ask Rules][Playlists]

in progress...

- Semi Customizable MC (personality will be fairly set)

- Make friends, enemies, maybe lovers? Still deciding who gets to be an RO

- Decide how you navigate life in a foreign court

- under construction

Aea Royal Family

Empress Dalia Solia Vespera | she/her | 176

Dalia’s reign has thus far been one of tenuous peace, which is relative. Her predecessor had walked the path of conquest of new territories while Dalia prefers to keep the empire’s current territories in line. She is a calculated and distant with a face that is ever neutral. 

King Consort Caesario Julius Vespera  | he/they | 140~ish???

The reason for the war. 

Edela Soleil Vespera | she/her | 37

Crown heir of the Aean’s empire. Edela is a woman who holds her head high, some may call her over confident but she cares little for the words of others. The lives of most around her mean little to her anyhow. She is also known for her highly destructive gravitational magic and is a formidable battle mage you luckily did not have the misfortune of going up against.

Augustus Valentino Vespera  | he/him | 30 | RO

The second in line for the crown is the eldest son of the Vespera family. He is a formidable draconian knight, and the very soldier who struck you down in battle. Despite it all, he seems to be the only member of the royal family who wishes to make your stay at least somewhat bearable.

Camilla Junia Vespera + Camillo Felix Vespera | he/him + she/her | 28 (twins)

The Vespera twins are always found at each other’s side, even on the battle field. They are a terrifying duo, even the most twisted members of the court shudder in their presence. Camillo always has a sinister smile on his lips and is the clear leader of the duo while his sister Camilla trails behind him like a ghost. The two take care of criminals of the highest order, thankfully they were not permitted to try any of their information “extraction” tactics on you.

Diedre Vespera | he/him (atm) | 24 | RO

The youngest of the Vespera children. A sickly man with a bitter disposition. He bears no empathy for others and bringing others down with cruel words is the only thing that seems to bring a smile to his face. He takes special joy in ruining his wife's day.

Aea Royal Court

Astra Aurora Valeria | she/her | 27 | RO

Aurora is an confident woman that many look up to. She is gentle, intelligent, and beautiful, a potent combination that makes her a magnet for the court’s admiration. Occasionally you catch glimpses of cunning ambitions in her eyes. She is also the wife of Diedre Vespera. 

Arielle Seballius | he/him | 29 | RO

Ari is Lady Astra Valeria's loyal body guard, wherever she is he is not far behind. Ever since she married into the royal family he has been at her side, though he is not a knight in title or in spirit. He has a playful demeanor but the words that can come out of his mouth are as sharp as his sword, or they would be if he ever carried his weapon with him. 

Asrani Alim Valencia | they/them | 26 | RO

Cousin to Lady Aurora Valeria and leading inventor in the courts of Aea, many are jealous of the young noble and believe their position as royal inventor comes from nepotism through their cousin. Asrani is a quiet person always lost in thought, so quiet that it is easy to forget they are right next to you. 

Ambrose | she/they | 24 | RO

Ambrose is an actual guest of the court, from the kingdom of Vakar. She is sunny and deeply kind, with an earnest and genuine demeanor that is horribly out of place in such a miserable place. Like a candle in the dark, you don’t know how she still smile in this environment. As sweet as she is her attachment to her “god” is a bit disconcerting.

Ira Maenius | she/her | 35

A noblewoman from the coastal nation of Nizath, one of the empire's closest allies. Her family is known for amazing naval navigation and does a lot of foreign trade. Despite her affinity for water magic, Ira can be a bit hot headed. She is stubborn and quick to react, but she always tries to do right to the best of her ability. But that doesn't mean she can't complain a little while doing it.

Laika Aurelius | she/he | 32 | RO

A disowned child of a merchant family from Vakar, you can't imagine why she lives amongst the Aean court. People do not take too kindly to her and make that quiet known. Perhaps it's because he has a penchant to sleep around, or the fact that he has a sharp tongue that always seems to strike at the most sensitive of nerves. Regardless she seems to be having fun.

Volo | use whatever man | ??? | RO

A mysterious court artist, the empress' favorite at that. You don't know how Volo sees well enough through their mask to paint but you know talent when you see it. Painting is not Volo's only skill, Volo tends to jump from artistic hobby to hobby to fill time. Leaving half finished collages, music sheets, and screen plays in Volo's wake as Volo seeks Volo's next muse.

Noel | they/them | 26 | RO

Once a soldier in the Aean army now a medical professional, Noel is in line to be the next royal physician. They train under the current one and love their work dearly. Noel is compassionate and patient, seeking to soothe whatever pains you regardless of if you are their patient or not. They find beauty in all things, but is partial to the primal beauty of the natural world. Their magic allows them to work in tandem with nature to bring their patients the best medicine possible.

Venus | he/they | 28 | RO

An Aean knight with a grouchy disposition, seemingly friends with Lady Ira Meanius. Their tendency for bluntness and straightforwardness can be is both a blessing and a curse depending on who you ask. Venus is never seen without his scowl and a snide remark on his lips. Despite being a lower ranking knight he holds his head as high as any of the top knights, and takes great pride in his duties. His current one being your personal guard.

Yves | m/f  (gender selectable) | ???

Your personal attendant, assigned to make you feel more at home. Dutiful and never heard, like every servant should strive to be.

??? | ??? | ???

Fate is a strange thing isn’t it?

??|??|??

Some things were never meant to be...

[slowd1ving]

LAMENT OF OUROBOROS . 　⁺ MASTERLIST

"Forsaken is he who disregards the warnings of a wise man. Hark! gather round—for this is the ode of the seventh prince of Metis. Let this elegy be your lesson: a final cautionary tale of a cursed prince forgotten in even the annals of history. Hubris blinded seventh prince Veritas Ratio, and for that he paid a bitter price. Sit, bear witness to the truths spun by the Moirai—lest you too would like to partake in his tragic fate." • . * cursed prince ratio + alchemist m reader possibly my magnum opus (not just because I finally figured out how to do the gradient thing :3) rough design for minoan fashion ratio here map for key regions (very rough, done on mspaint but whatever) warnings: video game violence, death? kind of? tyranny (are we surprised), male-coded reader (or at least the in-game avatar is)

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

✦ I. PRINCE OF ARROGANCE, PRIDE HAS A HEAVY PRICE;

→ Where it all begins. The venerable Sophos Nous leaves the prince with eight words, and the youth decides his destiny over them.

"His fate was sealed the moment he could taste choleric resentment on his tongue, followed shortly by spite: for spite is the desire to thwart. The path he instinctually set out on—to seek knowledge about the abuses of wisdom in the palace—was one that would only end in despair. "

✦ II. COME HITHER, CURSE WHERE HE LIES.

→ Where it all ends. The prince's scheme germinates, flourishes and withers as quietly as he.

"This was the tale of the seventh prince; an elegy hidden from the footnotes of history. Within the game Lament of Ouroboros, his sorrows were summarised thusly:

A strangely warm vein of ore. 

Hero, come here when dusk kisses the edge of the Borderlands. As your palm brushes against the rock, you may be able to feel the pulse of a slumbering prince. 

Three sentences were all that was afforded to the disgraced prince, forgotten to all but the Moirai."

✦ III. OH, HOW TRAGIC IS HE;

→ You are luckier than he is. You are unluckier than he is. For though your end is painful and futile, there is no lingering in limbo for the rest of your eternity.

"It was an accident. 

“I’m sorry. Ah, shit—” Something wet splashed your cheek, followed by a fumbling hand that tried to brush it away but only succeeded in smearing the thin liquid across your face awkwardly. “Don’t— fuck, I’ll stay with you, alright?” 

Fingers wrapped around your own, flesh against bone. Pulsing life alongside a silent end. 

The last thing on your lips was an apology, in the form of a salty tear dripping from above."

✦ IV. WEEP FOR HIM, I BID OF THEE.

→ tba.

✦ V. HE IS THE MOST PITIFUL OF MEN;

→ tba.

✦ VI. FOR NONE SHED TEARS FOR THE FORSAKEN.

→ tba.

[daisies-daydreams]

Office Hours - Chapter 9

Pairing: None (for this chapter) Category: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Heavy Drinking, Panic Attacks, Emotional Trauma, Depictions of Weed, Descriptions of Vomiting Word Count: TBA

Summary: Friday finally comes and you still have a decision to make. Meanwhile, a familiar face reappears while you’re going about your day…

A/N: I honestly never intended for this to be longer than five chapters, but here we are. 🤷‍♀️

Ch. 8 <- • -> Ch. 10 (Final Chapter)

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Can’t wait to see you tonight”

You scanned over the text you just received from Hobie, your cheeks flushing as your heart skipped a beat. You gasped when you nearly ran into someone and dropped your phone.

“Sor-“ your eyes widened as Miles held up his hands. 

“Welp, that’s one way to greet someone” he chuckled. Your eyes lit up as you embraced him. Your friend grunted as you squeezed him in a tight bear hug. “Missed me?” Miles laughed while he handed your phone to you. You nodded. His dark brows furrowed as he scanned your face. 

“You okay?” he asked. Your small smile faltered a little as you squeezed your phone. 

“Yeah, it’s just been a long week,” you said. 

“Mhm,” Miles hummed in agreement. You raised a brow. 

“What do you mean ‘mhm’? You were in crystal clear waters for like a week!” you said before flicking his arm. Miles laughed as he dramatically recoiled. 

“San Juan isn’t just one big beach you know,” he clicked his tongue before flicking your arm back. Your smile returned as you tucked your phone in your hoodie pocket.

“Well, I’d love to hear all about it over coffee,” you hummed. Miles sighed.

“Sorry (Y/N), I’m in Parker’s next class,” Miles shrugged. His eyes widened as he watched the door start to close. “Which is starting now,” he said with a bit of an apologetic grin.

“See you later,” you waved before he slipped into the room. You sighed before making your way down the hall and out the building. 

The frigid air nipped at your exposed face as you trudged towards your favorite coffee shop in the Student Center. You shivered and wiped your boots on the rug as soon as you stepped inside the lobby. Christmas decorations hung over your head as you breathed on your hands. You felt a little lighter than usual as you walked into the coffee shop, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla wafting through the air. 

“Welcome to The Black Cat! What can I get started for you?” a platinum blonde barista chirped as you strolled up to the counter. You mirrored her expression as you gazed at the menu. 

“Hmm, I’ll have a grande hot chocolate with extra whipped cream please,” you grinned. 

“Make that two,” a familiar voice said behind you. 

The whites of your eyes grew as your blood ran cold. You didn’t dare to turn around to see his gaze pierce into your being. Your body tensed while you heard a step taken behind you, a massive shadow looming over your smaller form. 

“Hello, (Y/N),” Miguel said in an low, hushed voice. Time stood still as your feet remained frozen to the tiled floor. 

“Is this guy bothering you, hon?” the barista asked as she narrowed her blue eyes at the man. You swallowed thickly as you gripped the straps of your backpack. Her words barely registered before you started to slink away, your face frozen in a dazed expression as you quickly walked out the door. 

“(Y/N), hold on,” Miguel called. Your hairs stood on end as he caught up to you. 

“Can’t you see I don’t want to talk to you?!” you snapped. Your professor quickly rushed around you, planting himself in your path like a brick wall. You flared your nostrils and looked down at your feet as he towered over you. 

“I know that what I did to you was wrong,” he began. You bit the inside of your cheek as your eyes stung with bitter tears. “Listen, I really don’t think this is a good place to have this discussion. Please, just come to my office and-“ 

“And what, Miguel? Are you gonna fuck me again while thinking about your wife?” you hissed as you shot him a menacing glare. You frowned when your eyes landed on his face. It was much more gaunt now with dark bags lingering beneath his red eyes. The man before you took a deep breath. 

“No…I actually want to apologize to you about what I did,” he confessed. The gears in your head were rapidly turning as you took a step back. 

“What. You. Did,” you repeated as you gripped your straps again. The pain inside you quickly formed into a billowing storm cloud, consuming your mind in a whirlwind of emotions. “What you did can’t be fixed by one conversation, Miguel,” you choked. His eyes softened as he held up his hands. 

“Muñeca, please. I’m…I’m sorry,” Miguel sighed as he reached his hand out towards you [Doll]. You took another big step back as you watched him like a rabbit eyeing a hungry fox. You instantly regretted what you said next, but there was no going back. 

“Who are you apologizing to? Me or Mari?” you huffed. Miguel’s body immediately tensed at your phrase, a blend of sorrow and rage dancing in his dark brown eyes. 

“Don’t bring her into this,” he said with a clenched jaw. Your throat grew tight as you glanced at him up and down, the apprehension inside of you eating your heart alive. 

“You know what? No, just-no. I’m done with this conversation…I’m done with you,” you said before turning on your heel. You gasped as he grabbed your backpack, your body nearly falling backwards before he let go. You straightened your shoulders as you gave Miguel a sideways glance. His breathing was a bit ragged now as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. 

“Please, (Y/N),” he murmured, his eyes pleading and glossy. You simply shook your head as you backed away. You don’t remember much after that, other than the chilled air crashing over you as you rushed to the bus stop. You gasped as you stumbled over your own feet, your heart pounding and head spinning. You caught yourself against the cold metal of the bud shelter. Snowflakes glided across your puffy cheeks as you took a shaky breath.

“Did that really just happen?” you thought as a wave of nausea washed over you. You shivered before slipping your arms around yourself, your body feeling heavier by the second. 

“He’s hurting,” the voice chastised you. You felt yourself grow smaller beneath the dark, snowy sky. “He’s hurting and you just left him there,” it hissed. 

“No,” tears ran down your cheeks as you shook your head. 

“You’re horrible,” the voice snapped. 

“Just leave me alone,” you muttered as your body wound into itself. The low hum of the bus thankfully pulled you out of the maelstrom of your thoughts. You sniffed as it pulled up to the small shelter, your legs feeling frozen to the bench. The door creaked open, the apathetic bus driver gazing forward as you climbed inside. 

The world around you grew even colder as you slipped into a seat. A few people scrolled through their phones as the bus lurched forward, a Christmas song muffling through the speakers. It took everything in you to keep yourself together, your eyes red and throat tight. You just barely made it to your stop, rushing off of the bus before the doors creaked shut behind you. 

You sighed as you carried yourself inside, your head tilted down as you slowly walked towards your dorm. 

There’s no way in hell you could make it to the concert tonight. Not when you were this close to falling apart again. 

Your hand shook as you tried to slip your key into the slot. You felt a fresh stream of tears trickle down your face as you finally heard the door unlock. You pushed yourself inside and gasped as Peni walked out of the bathroom. Her bright smile immediately fell when she saw your tear-stained cheeks. 

“(Y/N)?” she asked. You immediately brushed by her and swung your bedroom door closed. You heard her softly knocking as you shut yourself inside. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” she asked. 

“Go away, Peni,” you said as you tossed your backpack to the side. Silence lingered from the other side of your door for what felt like hours. You sighed as you sank onto your bed. 

“(Y/N)…please, just let me in for a little bit,” she said, her voice cracking. You gripped your comforter as you sniffed, your body trembling as hot, heavy tears fell onto your lap. 

“You wouldn’t understand,” you muttered. Your door cracked open a little, revealing Peni’s solemn expression. You perked your head up when you saw her glossy eyes. 

“Maybe not. But it won’t stop me from trying to be here for you,” she sniffed. You glanced back down at your feet before tilting your head to the side. Peni slowly came towards you, her footsteps soft and light. “Can I sit down?” she asked. You nodded slowly, eyes still set on your black boots. Your friend sank onto your bed, her hands clasped together in her lap. The only sound in your room was the low hum of your space heater for a while.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. You shook your head as your shoulders tensed. Peni hummed and nodded, her feet shifting side to side. 

“Why am I so stupid?” you suddenly said out loud. Peni tilted her head. 

“Why do you say that?” she asked. You frowned and sniffed again. 

“I don’t know. I just feel like I am,” you muttered. Peni sighed. 

“Well, just ‘cause you feel something doesn’t mean it’s true, right?” she asked. You blinked as you knitted your brows. 

“Right,” you sighed before falling back on your mattress. You let out a long sigh as you gazed up at the stark white ceiling. “I don’t think I can make it to the concert tonight,” you said. Peni shifted at the end of your bed. 

“(Y/N), I know I’m not a licensed therapist or anything, but maybe going out could be good for you,” she smiled. You squeezed your hands together as you blinked away several more tears. 

“What’s the point?” you huffed. Peni bit the inside of her cheek before she perked her head up. 

“C’mon, Cinderella. Your fairy godmother’s here to help,” she said as she stood up and held out her hand. You couldn’t help but snort out a quiet laugh. 

“What does that even mean?” you sighed as you threw your arms at your sides. Peni hummed as she stood up and walked over to the closet. You furrowed your brows as you sat up while she sorted through your clothes. Your friend smiled triumphantly as she held out a black dress that tied at the back of your neck. 

“It means that I’m not gonna let my friend be by herself on a nice Friday evening, especially when there’s a ball to go to,” Peni winked. Your eyes sparkled a little before you frowned. 

“Thanks, Peni. But I don’t see how some makeup and a nice dress will fix…this,” you said as you gestured to yourself. Peni clicked her tongue as she invited herself to look through your jewelry. 

“It won’t,” she shrugged before turning around. You watched as the shorter girl strolled over to you with your heart choker in hand. “But you still deserve to have fun, no matter how you feel about yourself,” she smiled ear to ear. Your heart melted at her words as she held the dress and choker out towards you. You gripped your hands as she patiently waited for you to take it. 

“C’mon, sis,” she urged with a sparkle in her eye. You bounced your leg for a little bit before sighing. Peni smiled triumphantly as you took your clothes from her. She turned around to give you some privacy, humming to herself as she rocked on her heels. A small smile crept on your face as you gazed down at the dress, your heart feeling a little bit stronger than it did before. 

****

To say the place was packed would’ve been an understatement. 

“This way! Gwen saved us some spots in the front row!” Peni yelled above the chatter. You tried not to step on anyone’s feet as you stumbled in your black combat boots. The smell of cigarette smoke and something a bit more…pungent wafted through the air. You wrinkled your nose as you ran through a dense cloud of smoke. 

You noticed a few people staring at you as you were tugged along. Peni was practically shaking with excitement when the two of you finally made it up front. You glanced up at the stage, a fog machine steadily releasing a fine cloud across the dimly lit floor. You touched the heart charm on your choker, squeezing the cold metal between your fingertips as your heart raced. 

This would be the first time you’ve seen Hobie since Thanksgiving. You bit your lip as the crowd began to cheer, the band smiling as they strolled onto the stage. Gwen’s eyes lit up when she saw you, waving her hand rapidly before slipping behind her drum set. A reverent silence fell over the crowd as Hobie walked onto the stage. 

You felt your chest tighten as you locked eyes. He looked near angelic, his skin slightly glistening with sweat and soft eyes beckoning your attention. The crowd erupted with applause as he took the mic. 

“How’re we doin’ tonight New York?” Hobie said, his voice reverberating inside the smoky venue. You flinched a little as the crowd roared even louder with applause, the loud sound crashing over you like a wave. “Yeah, that’s what I like to hear!” he chuckled. You froze when the two of you locked eyes, time slowing to a standstill. Hobie parted his lips as little as he gave you a warm, gentle smile. 

“I’d like to shake things up a little tonight by turning it over to the one and only: Glory Grant!” Hobie announced before strolling over to a beautiful woman in dark ripped jeans and a t-shirt with the band’s logo. She took it from Hobie with a small grin before raising it to her lips. 

“Alright, you animals. This one’s not an original, but I think a few of you might be familiar with this little ditty,” she smirked. She turned back to Gwen who gave a short nod before raising her drumsticks. 

“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” your roommate shouted before Glory began to yell into the microphone. You felt your body tingle with electricity the second Hobie’s nimble fingers began to glide across his guitar strings. The audience cheered and jumped around as the melodious notes cascaded through the crowded space. 

You couldn’t help but move around a little yourself, your hips swaying side to side as Glory’s voice echoed from the mic. A smile slowly but surely crept onto your face as you danced with your friend, your loose hair whipping around wildly as you raised your hands above your head. 

It’s been so long since you’ve felt this alive: your heart pumping and body moving to the beat. You and Hobie locked eyes again. He flashed you a bright smile as he continued to strum on his guitar, his puffy wicks bouncing as he nodded his head to the rhythm. 

“Are you trying to dance?” someone shouted next to you. You jumped before rolling your eyes. 

“Christ Miles, you scared the shit out of me,” you laughed. Miles chuckled before he started to move with the two of you. The song swelled and dipped before Glory pulled out a megaphone. 

“Repeat after me! Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp!” Glory shouted into the megaphone. You joined in the crowd, shouting at the top of your lungs while Glory marched with the beat. “Who took the Ram from the Ramalamadingdong?!” she yelled, her voice static and crunchy. 

“Who took the Ram from the Ramalamadingdong?!” you and Peni shouted together before giggling. You continued to jump around before your mouth started to grow parched. You smacked your lips. 

“I’m gonna go get something to drink. Do you want anything?” you yelled. Peni and Miles shook their heads. 

“You want me to come with you?” Peni shouted, her high-pitched voice shrill in your ear. 

“Nah, I’ll be okay,” you smiled. Your friend nodded as the song began to come to a close. You excused yourself past several people before eventually strolling to the bar at the back of the venue. 

Your heart was still thumping as you eyed the scruffy bartender. He leaned against the bar as you slotted yourself between two very inebriated men. 

“What can I get for you?” the bartender asked.

“Do you have anything that can help someone have a good time?” you said. The bartender simply nodded before throwing the towel over his broad shoulder. 

“I’ve got just the thing. It packs a punch, though,” he replied.

“That’s fine,” you said, the song coming to a close as you smiled. The bartender gave a short nod before stepping away to make your drink. One of the men beside you gently nudged your shoulder. You blinked you glanced over, a lopsided smile plastered on his face. 

“Hey, kid. Don’t listen to that guy. If you wanna have a good time, just smoke one of these,” he slurred as he slipped a joint out of his jeans pocket. Your eyes widened a little, the piece of wrapped Marijuana almost taunting you as he lazily flicked it side to side. 

“That’s nice of you to offer, but no thank you,” you gave an uneasy smile as you tried to stand up straight. You wrinkled your nose when he slung an arm around your shoulder, his breath wreaking of musty weed and hard liquor. 

“Aw, c’mon baby. Where’s your sense of adventure?” he snorted. 

“Lay off her, John,” the bartender snapped with a scowl. The man huffed as he slipped his arm off of you. 

“The fuck is your problem, Eddie?” the man growled. Eddie squared up a little with your drink in his hand. 

“You - you’re my problem. Now get your shit together or leave,” he growled. John’s eyes flickered with annoyance before he spit on the counter. 

“Fuck you,” he hissed before wobbling away. The bartender sighed as he shook his head. 

“Sorry about that,” Eddie apologized. 

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” you replied. The man chuckled as he slid his drink over to you. You tilted your head at the dark colored beverage. “What is this?” you shouted as the volume of the song swelled. 

“Something new I came up with! I call it Venom!” Eddie shouted back. You glanced back down at your drink, tapping your fingertip against the cold glass. You licked your lips before taking a swig from the drink. Your tongue was immediately overwhelmed with the taste of coffee liqueur and vodka. You smacked your lips as you swallowed the beverage, a slight burn tingling in your throat. 

“So?” the bartender asked. You waited a few seconds, letting the flavors linger. 

“It’s a little tart,” you said while wrinkling your nose. “But not bad,” you tilted your head when a sweetness coated your tongue. 

“Good, ‘cause you’re the first person besides myself to try it,” Eddie laughed. 

“Glad to be of service,” you said before handing the bartender a $10. “Thanks for the drink, you can keep the change,” you smiled. Eddie gave you a thankful grin before pocketing the money. Someone else came up to the bar as you turned back around, ready to brave the crowd again.

****

You were clumsily swaying along to the music, your cup barely hanging between your fingers. Your head was spinning wildly as you shuffled your feet. You snorted and giggled to yourself before taking another sip, only to find the glass completely empty. 

“Aw man,” you pouted. Your eyes were half-lidded as Peni rested a hand on your shoulder. 

“You wanna head out? You’re looking a bit…sleepy,” your friend said. You blew a raspberry as you nearly stumbled over your own two feet. 

“Ahhhh I’m fine, see?” you held your hands out, accidentally tossing your cup aside. Peni gasped as you stumbled back, a trail of spit falling from the corner of your mouth. 

“C’mon, (Y/N). Let’s just get an Uber and head home,” Miles said. You paid no mind as your attention lingered on the stage in front of you. Your pupils dilated when you saw Hobie shredding on his guitar, his movements hypnotizing and drawing you forward. You hiccuped as you pushed past two raving fan girls, your breasts pushing against the edge of the stage as you reached up at him. 

The Brit gazed down at you, his body highlighted with a bright backlight. God, he really was an angel. 

“I love you, Hobie Brown!” you screamed wildly as you threw your arms up. Hobie grinned as he stepped closer, but as soon as he did, you felt a strong burning sensation rise in your throat. Your body shook as you opened your mouth and vomited all over his combat boots, staining the dark faux leather. 

A loud, collective “oooh” rang out behind you. Tears pricked at your eyes as you coughed and sputtered. The wretched, acidic taste glued to your tongue as you dared not to tilt your head up. Hobie simply froze on stage while several flashes of light erupted behind you. The crowd was in a frenzy as he slipped his guitar from his shoulder and hopped off the stage. 

“C’mon lovie,” he urged you as he stepped in front of the people recording you with their phones. 

“Where are we going?” you slurred as he led you towards a big, black door. You watched as Miles and Peni were held back by security while you and Hobie slipped backstage. The fluorescent lights above you were blinding as the two of you made your way down a short hallway. You felt a small ounce of remorse as you saw Hobie’s tense face, his plump lips drawn in a tight frown. Your mouth felt dry.

“Hobieeeee,” you drawled. The lanky man glanced down at you as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I loooove you, Hobie,” you slurred. He sighed. 

“I know, love. C’mon and rest back here, yeah?” Hobie nodded at another security team member as he took you into a green room.

“Hey, what’re we doing here?” you babbled. Hobie gripped your hand a little tighter. A wave of warmth washed over you as your friend grabbed a few tissues and wiped at your lips. He exhaled as he looked at your elated expression. “What’s wrong? Are you mad at me?” you sniffed, your emotions switching like the flip of a coin. Hobie patted your hand as he bit the inside of his cheek. 

“Not mad…it just breaks my heart to see you do this to yourself,” he said softly, a broken solemnity in his deep, brown eyes. Your dizzy smile shifted into a frown as he cupped your cheek. “We’ll talk later, yeah?” Hobie said in a more firm voice. You felt your heart crack as foggy memories of Miguel resurfaced. Your bottom lip trembled as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Hobie,” you whispered in a strained voice. The tall man kneeling in front of you leaned down and pecked your forehead. 

“I’m sorry, love. We have three more songs, but my friend Ben here’s gonna take care of you,” Hobie reassured you while tilting his head towards the security man. You sniffed and gripped his hand. 

“Please don’t go,” your voice cracked. Your friend placed another hand on top of yours. 

“It’ll be back soon…promise,” he whispered. You released a shaky breath before slowly nodding, your head throbbing with a dull pain. Hobie gave your hand one last squeeze before he let Ben inside. You fell on your side, your head growing more and more dizzy as your vision began to blur. 

“Please don’t go,” you murmured. 

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From Green to Blue

Summary:

The reader decides to finally take control of her own life.

Chapter 22: Moving on

Next chapter: tba

Warnings:

Angst

Smut

Mental health crisis

MDNI: 18 plus

It was uncomfortably hot in here. You checked the heater and turned in down. After a while you checked it again. Taking off your sweater you turned on a fan and laid down. Sweat poured down your forehead and still nothing helped. You touched your belly when an abrupt kick was delivered to your belly. You sat up. Oh. Another kick and you knew it was not the imagination. You played your hand and the tiniest little imprint pressed into your palm. Where you truly just doing this for the baby? You knew all feelings for Eren had long since evaporated. Into what, you were not sure. Apathy? Well, who truly knows.

You stood up with some difficulty and walked over to the bed. Staring at the ceiling you remembered all those times you lay there in absolute agony. Maybe it was a relief to finally feel nothing. Surely better then crying and turning into a bitter, vengeful woman just like your mother.

What were you turning into? That had not been decided yet. You had no plans beyond living and having this baby. That was it. You wondered what your mothers plans had been. Had she wanted to achieve something or had her loathing of you consumed her? You had never asked her these questions. She was so closed off to you. What if you became closed off? Would your apathy, if that is what it truly was, harden your heart towards your childs suffering? And what about you. Why was it you who had to suffer like this?! You doubted these past few months had been as horrible for Eren and Hannah as it had been for you.

Sparks of anger bloomed in your chest. This was fucking ridiculous! Why did everyone in your life get a say but you! Why did you let them?! You stood up and started to pace. You had lost so much of yourself due to so many people. You loved to draw and edit stories, when was the last time you had even been able to do that? You couldn't even remember your mother having hobbies. Whether she gave them up or not didn't really matter, because there was one thing you could do now.

The phone rang. You heard your mothers clipped tone on the other end. Your hands shook with the anticipation of what you were about to do. While there had been periods of no contact it had never been like this. Nothing like what you were about to do. "Mother. I am calling to tell you that I will cease contact with you." "What!?" You could hear her shriek's. But she wasn't here to control you. She was just some bitter old woman living in some rundown apartment in a shitty little town no one cared about. She was nothing. 'You heard me, so please lose my number." And then you hung up. That was it. No final words, heartfelt discussion or reveals. This was it and you were ready to move on.

The emotional drainage came about two hours later after the high wore off. You now were slumped on the couch. Your chest hurt with every beat of the heart. All the lights were turned off, the whirling ceiling fan above being the only noise. You were plunged into complete darkness, which was a blessing. If anything happened to disturb this brief peace.

And then it broke. Eren had finally come home. The sudden hallway light startled you. Blinking all you did was sit there. "Hey." Eren walked towards you, setting his bag down. He takes in your appearance, messy hair, skin off tint, eyes glazed staring ahead. He walked forward and placed a hand on your shoulder.

You snapped. It became too much. You couldn't take it anymore. Tears broke free, months of anger, resentment, pain and stress poured out of you. Eren was trying to say something to you openly sobbed, unable to stop, but you heard nothing. You wanted out of here. This place was full of dark memories and you no longer wanted to be here. Neither did your baby deserve this. A baby deserved to grow up in a warm, safe house. This was not the place.

Eren was kneeling before you. He looked like he wanted to touch you but was hesitant. He waited until the tears subsided. You were still shaking, a hiccup leaving you as your breathing leveled. Cold hands brushed the tears from your eyes in an effort to calm yourself down. "Y/n-" "I can't do this anymore." His mouth opened slightly, just a bit. But nothing came out. Then, he cupped your hands and held them.

"I understand."

Eren called his mother. You had enough money for a hotel but was too tired to reject the offer of Carla's hospitality. Eren helped you pack up. He did nothing to disway you from leaving. Maybe at one time that might have hurt. It certainly did last time. All your bags were at the door. Now all you could do was wait for Carla. You stood by the door while Eren sat on the ground, back pressed against the wall. Your phone rang. "Hello? Hi Carla." You nodded as Carla told you that Zeke and Grisha were going to help you get your things downstairs. You thanked her and hung up. "Alright. Grisha and Zeke will be up in a minute." You made to turn the door nob. "Wait." His voice sounded physically heavy. Like he wanted to get out long held back words. And yet there was fear in his voice, as if these words would hurt him. Last time you left his eyes were a dull forest green. Now they were different. When had they changed? All your memories had Eren with emotionless green eyes that seemed to graze over you. Though as of late you couldn't be sure.

His bright eyes seemed to be looking into your soul. He stood and and walked towards you. Maybe you would have stepped back, but something inside you said "stay". "I am so sorry. For everything." It was like something lifted from your chest. A warmth spread through your body when you realized Eren meant every word. "I know there is nothing I can do to make it up to you. I've been horrible to you and there is no excuse for that. You did nothing to warrant me leaving you like that." You tried not to cry. It was suddenly so easy to breath. But Eren still wasn't done. "I love you. And I don't know if I ever stopped. And I know you once did too. I just want you to know this wasn't your fault and I will no anything to make sure you are happy. So please, do what is best for you."

And with that, you could finally let go of Eren Yeager.

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[shovson]

vampire au stuff about bites, vampirism, and also turning in the little f1 coven sorry i want to ramble and i don't feel like drawing what im trying to convey so u get this....

(incoherent, includes ferlando (im sorry.....))

i did an old halloween drawing about my vampire au because there are some different ways of how vampires can become vampires in my lore

06082022

vampires were originally aliens from another planet, very similar to earth. not much is known about that planet due to the first vampires not really saying much about it, wanting to simply settle into their new homes. idk how to transition from older vampires to newer ones yet...... many of the first vampires have disappeared due to hunting but few remain alive, but they stay hidden. because of this, to newer vampires, they have a legendary status with some myths and stories tied into their origin and power.

the modern vampire is far from the original aliens, most of them were bitten and turned.

humans can be turned via a bite. bites on the neck and bites on the wrist are the most common and other bites are seen as odd.

bites via the neck indicate an extemely close bond among two people. romantic or queerplatonic. the mark is out there, uncovered, a representation of the devotion a pair may (or previously may) have). bites like these can be a source of happiness and loyalty for the person or often a bitter scar and reminder of the past relationships that have gone. the people on the grid with this bite are: lance (bitten by prev lover), george (bitten by current lover), esteban (by current lover), there's gotta be more but it's not coming to me right now

bites on the wrist are either by friends or strangers. sometimes they represent someone who was turned by force. they're more hidden (some drivers choose to hide it via a watch or jewellery) and usually don't mean much to people, though not always.

covens (usually larger ones) may have a person designated to turn new members once they join. these people are called guides.

the f1 coven (name tba....) demands all drivers who come into the sport be turned within a year. they're willing to make exceptions for extensions but the harassment of christian horner and toto gets so fucking annoying most drivers will turn to be left alone. the current guide is lando norris, given to him by fernando who was the guide until his retirement. fernando also turned lando and they share a complicated but fun bond.

some vampires are born, usually by two vampire parents and very rarely by vampire/human relations. vampire/human vampires are extremely rare as their children (dhampirs) are closer to human than vampire. for a vampire to be born of that bond is practically a miracle.

born vampires age like humans and can choose when they stop aging (i guess slow down...havent decided). when vampires feel that moment, they must go to a religious figure (most vampires choose the devil but not all) to ask and confirm their decision. a lot of vampires choose to be young (and a lot regret that) but not always (like toto). some born vampires may have powers that their turned counterparts may not have. not always though.

the end

[anniebear-92]

Afterlife Series Masterlist

Summary: An early death for the aspiring number one hero left a bitter taste in Bakugo Katsuki’s mouth. At the ripe age of 20, he was taken from the world and he was clearly not ready to go. After a long time of refusing to cross over to promised peace, his personal Reaper offers him one deal and one deal only to return to the land of the living. However they really did not play fair… Haphephobia is the fear of being touched by others, When your quirk cannot distinguish the living from the dead, you tend to develop a fear of contact. You are an ex Pro-hero who has recently rented a home from a couple who lost their son a few years back. You can feel someone residing in the home, someone with a bad attitude and only 12 months left to fulfill his end of the deal before he is forced to cross.. to the Afterlife.

Warnings: Dark themes, cursing, Haphephobia (the reader has a fear of touching overs), Quirk allows her to see dead people. Cursing, talks of death, violence and life threatening injuries. Mentions of harms against children/death. Later parts may contain NSFW but will be noted.

Parts:

Prolouge

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight - TBA

[everlastiingiimmortals]

Dynamics of Interest

As stated, this is a brief list of dynamics I'm interested in building more of, and why. This list is not exclusive, nor does it encompass all that I'm willing to develop! Of course, each mun and muse is different, and that naturally applies here too. This is mostly to generate thoughts/inspiration!

Those marked with an asterisk are those I'm more hesitant to write outside of with a few people or that I'd like more extensive development for due to being picky with characterization. I also am choosing to not state whether these are romantic or not, because I'd like that to happen organically through mun-mun conversation.

Jing Yuan

Blade* - a tale of loyalty to old friends, a wish for a peaceful farewell, lingering regrets and bitterness, a haunting sense of betrayal

Dan Heng - a bond that transcends time, patience and support, seeing one's true self without judgement, homeward bound

Jingliu - a mourning for a childhood lost, missing the person that raised you, fearing history repeating, a loss of trust, wishing for approval just once

Yukong - mutual grief, the struggles of parenthood, an understanding that all things come to an end and change, raising the future

Fu Xuan - faithfulness, familiar bickering, reliance on an unexpected comfort that one's presence brings, care that needs not be spoken out loud

Yanqing - a story of coming of age, balancing expectations with reality, guidance and nurturing, fatherhood

Trailblazer - loyalty earned through merit, lessons taught through challenge and play, skepticism wrought through selective truths

Kafka - a game of chess, a dangerous dance, woven lies and half truths, a mutual understanding of the stakes at play, thunder webs and lightning claws

Zhongli (genshin AU) - a lord and his general, reminiscing over old times, unwavering faith and loyalty, a shared interest in the finer things in life

Dr. Ratio

Aventurine* - conflict of philosophy, cooperation through contracts, tentative trust, slow growing understanding and compassion

Topaz - a conflict of naivety and pessimism, mutual understanding of intellect, GO NUMBY! ZERO POINTS!, believing in the system vs. daring to change it, honesty and righteousness even in the face of consequence

Sunday* - what is a god to a nonbeliever?, dreams vs. reality, a challenge of authority, the threat of knowing all and seeing all

Argenti

Boothill

Screwllum* - of man and machine, an unfair rivalry, chasing a standard you can never meet, spite towards the meritocracy, the cruelty of time

Black Swan - forbidden knowledge, a mutual exchange of memories, embracing the beauty of the human existence, to be is to be perceived, preservation against the test of time

Trailblazer - a teacher, challenging naivety, trials as both guidance and investment

Stelle

Welt - a sense of awe, comfort and reliance in experience, apprehension of the past and known secrets

Dan Heng - kinship through shared troubles, i've got your back, the utmost trust in each other's abilities

March 7th - opposites attract, breaking the ice, comfort in inclusivity and encouragement

Trailblazer - multiverse meta, my other self, identity crisis, an exchange of experiences and comparing of personalities (note: I will not do any twin AUs/dynamics with anyone but @celestial-narwhal!)

Kafka - hostility, a sense of betrayal, no second chances, fear

Silver Wolf - fair and fun rivalry, putting differences aside for the sake of fun

honestly pretty much anyone, I want Stelle to interact with more folks the most

Robin

tba.

Feixiao

tba.

Yingyue

tba.

Sparrowhawk

tba.

Jianxin

tba.

As a reminder, these are mostly general thoughts at the top of my head! Dynamics I haven't listed are those that I either haven't had much thought on or I'm not actively looking for, but I'm still open to potential exploration! You just need to approach me first!

Updated: 07.04.24

[feastonkings]

elliot fletcher / he/him ——— no way is that MISHA KUČERA.. they’re a 26-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being FORGETFUL & BITTER but there are some people who have seen them being PROACTIVE & CARING. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of the rupture of your heart, a pencil riddled with teeth marks, burying your youth in a casket inside of you, lining pens up by color, and a voice yelling above a protesting crowd, but that could just be because they’re considered the VOICE OF RESISTANCE around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

GENERAL.

full name: misha milan kučera nicknames: mish, mi classification: human gender / pronouns: trans man, he/him age / birthday: 26, july 1st orientations: pansexual, demiromantic occupation: reporter at the daily independent, advocate at citizens uprising location: lower district status: single, open family: antosha kučera (sibling), younger sibling (npc), lio harker (cousin), quill harker (cousin) strengths: proactive, caring, outspoken, friendly, empathetic weaknesses: forgetful, bitter, verbose, insecure, morose character inspo: tba

BIOGRAPHY.

tw: neglect, implied transphobia, gender dysphoria

a miracle baby is what the doctors had called misha. his parents tried so long to get pregnant and once they did it ended up being a difficult ride. as it was, misha was born premature and spent the first six weeks of his life in the nicu until he was able to eat, breathe, and maintain body weight and temperature on his own.

however, he was mostly healthy from there on out. a couple years after he was born, his parents chose to make his first sibling as to not risk his mother's health with another pregnancy. misha doesn't remember if he was excited to have a sibling, but later he knows he was happy to have them there.

the earliest memory he has is looking in the mirror and not recognizing the reflection. misha constantly looked for ways to distract themselves from what they later discovered was his gender identity crisis.

the main way of doing that was making and spending time with friends, helping people when he could despite their privilege, and hanging out with antosha.

at fourteen, with the help of his therapist, he came out to his parents and they didn't take it well. it took a year of begging, pleading and meetings with his therapist and doctors to get them to agree to let him start hormone replacement treatments.

misha was fifteen when his parents brought home another sibling. he remembered telling his therapist about being worried it was another effort to make the perfect child. he never thought he would be right, though.

it was just before graduation when he came home to find antosha missing. misha had hoped it was because they'd brought them to go get help for the reprogramming mishap, which he knew was only done to appease their parents.

when he found out they'd not only sent the sibling they grew up with, their first friend, away and wiped their existence from his existence from his youngest siblings memory, he lost it. what kind of people just toss aside their child for being different? and more importantly, how was that legal?

misha left home and moved out to the lower district. he got a job at the daily independent as a reporter and spent a large amount of his free time advocating for synths, like his siblings, to be protected from being tossed to the side like christmas puppies and abused.

he still keeps a relationship with his siblings and he tolerates his parents so he can continue seeing the youngest, along with his cousins.

other than that he is fighting for change and writing about atrocities, weird conspiracy theories, and spending time with his friends to unwind whenever he can.

HEADCANONS.

coming soon....

[waartorn]

* IF IT FEELS LIKE A TRAP, YOU'RE ALREADY IN ONE .

AARON TUCKER. only goes by his family name. used to be a drill sergeant (essentially a military trainer). cold and unapproachable, but resourceful and protective. manages the group's resources.

* basic info .

full name: aaron greene tucker alias/nickname: started being called only by tucker in the military, only goes by it to this day age: forty-one gender: cis male + uses he/him pronouns ethnicity: ashkenazi jewish (previous) occupation: drill sergeant role in group: resource manager religion: jewish, non-practicing orientation: questioning, calls himself straight

* relationships .

parents: deceased siblings: older brother, unknown partners: ex-wife, alive and with the group children: none

* physical traits .

faceclaim: jake gyllenhaal eyes: blue / hair: brown height: 1.82m body build: athletic, buff facial hair: a shadow of a beard, keeps it trimmed other: tba

* personality .

positive traits: experienced, intelligent, resilient, adaptable, rational, (mostly) stable, calm, discreet, objective, simple, protective, self-sufficient, attentive, virile, respectful negative traits: inflexible, withdrawn, ruthless, merciless, cocky, overconfident, traditional, crude, vindictive, hostile likes: tba dislikes: tba

* psychology .

mental disorders: hints of sociopathic behavior (even pre-apocalypse) phobias/fears: losing louise, being to blame for a loved one's death

* sexuality .

preference: versatile, dominant-leaning penis size: 9.5in kinks: likes things rough, list tba anti-kinks: scat, infantilism and things related

* biography .

grew up in rural america, among plantations, firearms and horses, learning how to help around the house in his child/teenage years. lived on the shadow of his smarter, more accomplished and less troubled older brother.

went into the army at eighteen, started making his way up the ranks soon. decides to dedicate himself to it, feels like he found his place in the world among men similar to him. barely goes back home, and family gets bitter after so much time apart.

decides to show up unannounced at a christmas, expecting a proud and warm welcome. gets a cold smile, a passive-aggressive speech about his brother becoming the doctor of the small town, and a night of sleep in the barn.

never comes back. gets in touch with phone calls. one day calls to tell them about making it to drill sergeant, secretly still hoping for a "i'm proud of you," only to get the news dad died two weeks before. it gets to him, and alcohol's his refuge. whiskey and another man's arms; brutal, destructive, unloving arms, and then more whiskey, enough to just barely forget it.

falls in love with louise, accomplished and brilliant lawyer and the most beautiful woman. if he's going to make it work, the marriage and kids thing with someone, it's gonna be her. and he did marry, but kids never came. she couldn't, doctors said, and he held her through tears. it's fine, he said, and it was. but it wasn't for her, and she fell apart, and he became more of a caretaker than a husband.

it became too much, watch her waste away, so he paid someone to care for her and he went back to the army. scream at boys with a shine in their eyes, watch it dim like his did; like hers did, as well. everything was normal; he'd spend the day breaking down boys' souls, then spend the evening drinking until he could stand the thoughts of his secret desires. maybe go out and satisfy those desires, if he felt like it.

then suddenly the world end to hell. he made his way home, to her, mostly on foot, seeing the weirdest things, and she'd gotten this new-found will to live in her. he loved to see it, and to join her in it, and they made their way to their families. hers was far gone, house empty except for the undead. he hold her once again, and it became crystal clear they weren't partners in the same way anymore. they were partners, and maybe soulmates, but not husband and wife.

they make their way to his childhood house, to find mom dead in her bed. his sister-in-law and nephew gone as well, he gets a lump in his throat. louise's outside, waiting for him to shout if he needs back-up, as he opens the office door. his brother's there, curled up in a sobbing ball, reaching out to him for help. he swallows the lump, and closes the door. they're gone too, he tells louise, and they go on their way, until they come across a group.

[gravesung]

hazy thoughts about mh.a/j.jk verses for my funky anime lad

m.ha sakura — quirkless

like i think that would make a lot of sense for him given the universal rejection and unkindness shown to him throughout his entire life. like every kid, he wanted to be a hero until those dreams were shattered and he became bitter. started fighting. started fighting people with quirks, and eventually began winning against them.

maybe furin high/makoshi is a place specifically for quirkless delinquents?? parents send their kids there when they can't deal with them anymore or are ashamed of them being quirkless. but sakura goes on his own, because he's heard it's a seedy place the pro heroes sort of ignore (because what can they really do about it? try to be teachers and get eaten alive by teenage boys? and how much do they really care about a bunch of quirkless teens fighting each other?)

m.ha sakura — stamina quirk?

verse that could put him in UA potentially. i think his quirk would give his body like, double or triple the fighting stamina/recovery a normal body would allow. his muscles take much longer to tire out and they repair faster

in that case, i could see his lifelong rejection just being because of his partial albinism like it is in canon. small town, shitty people, shitty parents. goes to UA to fight his way to the top — not because theyre the lowest of the low and he thinks he belongs there (he doesn't. lol) but purely out of spite and anger for everything he's been through

becomes more passionate about actually being a hero the longer he stays there though, as he learns to find himself again and he continually rushes mindlessly into trouble to protect people

very bak.ugo coded honestly. he's not a bully though, he just wants to fight

jj.k sakura

ooh very easy to work him in here — sorcerers are often treated like garbage by non-sorc communities (ie suguru's girlies). so i can imagine sakura came from a pretty isolated place, not only with what was seen as a freakish visual defect but also strange black magic shit???

so yeah that's where the mass rejection and hate came from in this verse. similar to mainverse, his parents were neglectful and abusive, he never made any friends, kids and adults alike looked at him with disdain. he started fighting. and kept fighting. and kept fighting.

at this point i think i could see him being recruited to tokyo jujutsu high if he stirred up enough shit, or furin could be a smaller school for wayward delinquent sorcerers — like an independent mini jujutsu society started by umemiya after he unified a rough town. band of boys who take on cursed spirits and curse users together.

so much better and healthier than mainstream jujutsu society honestly. these lads

(though i feel like they'd end up just being called curse users because they're not part of the system)

cursed technique tba. he seems to have noticeable potential to skyrocket in power compared to his peers, so i imagine his CT would also be head-turning in some way?

alternate jj.k idea for heem

i could see potential for sakura as a newer, influencable suguru recruit tbh. he's so broken and insecure, it would be so easy for suguru to sort of take the furin boys' place as a beacon of stability and belonging.

on one hand i think he would be very easy to connect with — non-sorcerers have treated him like garbage for his entire life, and that's exactly what suguru is trying to show people about them. but on the other hand, sakura has such a strong sense of morality that i don't think he would necessarily be manipulated that easily

so maybe he does get him on board in the beginning, but at one point (maybe after a more positive influence) sakura realizes this is all fucked up and tries to defect

going back to having a powerful CT, that would probably be why suguru would want to scoop him up before jujutsu society can

[your-absent-father]

This is on indefinite hiatus till I actually know how to write fantasy

WIP: Children of Jessamine

(working title)

Progress: early outlines, not a priority

tropes: bisexual lead, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, bad ass lead, gray characters, war, pirates

themes: tba

trigger warning: this is going to be my sexy books so steamy scenes, gore, blood, fighting, emotional abuse

Plot:

Cealena Alistair lived in pure misery. She was supposed to have it all, his father was about to announce her as his heir, beating out the years long patriarchal rule that only male heir could become a Lord and leader of their cities. Then, her father passed away day before the big revelation, putting Cealena's younger brother as the Lord of Jessamine, city named after the flowers surrounding the city. Right after the brother took power, she was forced to marry the king to appease the change in Lords. Her only comfort now was the captain of the king's guard turned her own personal guard. Instantly when they met, Benjim was Cealena's close comfort and friend. So close, that the Cealena's first born son, the crown prince Willem, had just as curly hair as Benjim, at least when you looked closely.

After years of building close allies in the castle, and nights of sneaking off to have fun with her friend, her place in the castle starts to shake after a young woman with seemingly supernatural abilities caught the eye of the king. Cealena’s life was now a ticking time bomb until her deepest secret could be found out.

At the same time, the king was facing off against the pirates, who he had gone into war with after a rouge member of a pirate’s guild tried to kill him after announcing that the pirate’s cove would not be a self-government anymore, nor would the ruling pirate be a part of the kingdom’s council made off the Lord’s of each city. Those pirates were the only hope Cealena had, but could she join against her husband’s enemy? Would the captivating ruler Lailani Carmaine be Cealena’s lifeline?

Characters:

main cast:

Cealaena Alistair - The main bitch. The queen. Mother of Willem. Ambitious young woman, bitter of the life she was forced to submit to. She has a rocky relationship with her husband, which usually ends in shouting. She has always a plan in her head to freedom. She hates not being in control.

Kian Alistair - The king. Cruel and quiet man, who has no interest in anything else but violence and war. Not afraid to kill someone who even looks at him funnily. The years of battle have left scars on him internally and extarnally.

Benjim Nalpenheim - Calm and collected king's guard turned personal guard to the queen. Due to their proximity, two of them formed a deep bond between each other which has eaten away at Benjim ever since it started. Benjim has always been deeply loyal to the crown ever since he was a child. One misfire couldn't be his downfall, right?

Lailani Carmaine - the unofficial spokesperson and leader of the pirates. She is a captivating young woman, who feels older than her age. There are many rumors surrounding her. Some say she is a noble that ran off after being forced to marry. Some say she is descended of dragons of the past ages. What ever the reason is for her aura, one is for certain: she is the foe the king has been dreading.

Side characters:

Josiah Fairfax - Current lord of Jessamine. Utter asshole. Completly uncabable of doing his duties but insisting he is born for it. Has slept with half of his staff.

Willem Alistair - The crown prince. 2 year old. The sweetest young boy in existance, which has puzzled many that don't know his real father.

Georgiana Sutton - a new maid in the castle that has a gift of sight. The king is instantly facinated by her and takes her under his wing. Looks sweet and innocent, but has a dark side in her.

to be continued...

This is an very early on the develepoment. Many things could change still. But this is the last wip that I haven't introduced yet.

Tag: wip: Jessamine

[ivoryxsteel]

𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         katheryn winnick,  40,  cis woman,  she/her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  JOANNA  of  house  TARGARYEN NEE LANNISTER,  the  LADY  of  CASTAMERE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  RESOURCEFUL  and  SPITEFUL  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  alchemy.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  a mind like an old castle, haunted by ghosts ; bitter seed of resentment ; a lion that observes its prey's every move, sharp claws and teeth on the ready ; shattered glass on marble floors ; hair like lannister gold ; unwavering pride, it shall be your downfall. the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  LANNISTERS.

NAME : joanna targaryen nee lannister AGE : forty DATE OF BIRTH : november 11th PLACE OF BIRTH : casterly rock, westerlands, westeros GENDER / PRONOUNS : cis woman / she & her SEXUALITY : pansexual RELIGION : faith of the seven LANGUAGES SPOKEN : common tongue

HEIGHT : 5'6 / 168cm HAIR COLOUR : golden blonde EYE COLOUR : blue DOMINANT HAND : right SCENT : strong perfumed oil

MORAL ALIGNMENT : neutral evil MBTI : estj ENNEAGRAM : 3w4 ASTROLOGY : scorpio sun, scorpio moon, leo rising

PARENTS : lord jason lannister & lady clarysse lannister nee lefford SIBLINGS : tba lannister ( 40 ) , lady lucretia lannister ( 27 ) , tba lannister , tba lannister SPOUSE : lord aerion targaryen ( 41 ) CHILDREN : lord daemon targaryen ( 10 ) , lord aemond targaryen ( 8 ) , lady alicent targaryen ( 3 ) OTHER : lannisport lannisters ( cousins ) , castamere targaryens ( in-laws ), house harlaw ( in-laws ) , dowager lady marya lannister ( 68 , step-mother )

joanna lannister was destined for greatness and mere minutes prevented her from holding the power she'd always yearned for. if only she had been born first. the spare to the heir, father never had much use of joanna, besides marriage prospects. her mother, she'd never met - lady clarysse had been one of the many fatalities of the crimson rain, her twin babes barely months old when the god's wrath claimed her life. there was a certain emptiness and loneliness joanna was raised with, which later on would grow into spite. and oh, was she spiteful, and greedy and selfish. she always wanted more and more, the world wasn't enough.

a healer's talent is discovered when joanna successfully prepares her lord father a sweetsleep. he urges the maester to train her furhermore. joanna does move on from healing and simple potioneery, once more craving something more, teaching herself behind maester's back, dabbling in darker things.

there are two dreams she will never forget, ones that make future ones fuel her paranoia. the first, she dreams of the soil claiming lord jason, flesh rotting, falling off, golden crown rusting. her lord father passes away two weeks later. joanna never grieves properly, so she ends up grieving her entire life instead. both father and mother she never knew. the other dream, a pale dragon with light violet hues faces her. its flames devour her.

motherhood had always been a foreign concept for joanna, never knowing her own mother, never feeling her embrace. so when daemon is born, she isn't quite sure what to do. she often embodies the late lord jason when it comes to eldest son; he is the heir, he is everything she couldn't be, he is a dragon, so he must be perfect. aemond and alicent both invoke feelings of softness within her she hasn't felt before, but they also have their roles to play. the world is tough, they must be prepared, for no one will have mercy on them. her children mean the world to her, despite it all, for they are not only dragons, but lions as well.