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zeawesomebirdie · 1 year

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Think about all your Little Guys™. Your blorbos. The ones you're attached to. Visualise them on a shelf, like little figurines perhaps. Now who's present? Are they in a specific order? Are they posed? Did they come with little accessories?

I've tried to write this answer a few times now, and always end up forgetting someone, so here's hoping I remember everyone this time!

I'm very much so a maximalist. Every blorbo I've ever had is on this shelf. Some are old and haven't been played with in a while, but all are well loved and prized possessions. They're not really in any order on my shelf; they're mostly just in the same poses as they were the last time I played with them (and they're all the poseable kind of action figures, you know? Like the Star Wars Black Series figures)

I'm gonna go through them in order of how long they've been up on my shelf!

First off we have Benjamin Franklin Hawkeye Pierce. He's the oldest blorbo, and his paint is a little bit faded and patchy in places, but he still looks as good now as he did 15 years ago. He's wearing his stupid hawaiian print shirt, and he came with a little medical bag accessory, but I lost that years ago. He actually sat on my shelf, all but forgotten, for the majority of the last 15 years, but I dusted him off last year when I got into MASH and even though his joints are rusty, he still moves really well! He's currently sitting with my Radar, but I didn't get Radar until last year, so more on that later

Next we have Obi-Wan Kenobi. He's not as old as my Hawkeye, but he's actually in worse shape as far as faded and patchy paint goes, because even though I'm always careful with my blobos, he's the one who's been played with the most. He's the RotS edition, and I still have the outer robe accessory that came with him, but most of the time he just wears his basic Jedi robes. He actually spent a good 6 or 7 years hidden away in The Box under my bed, during the time when I was actively avoiding all Star Wars content, but now he's standing on my shelf with my Anakin, who I didn't get until a few years ago, so more on them later too!

The next blorbo is Erik, the Phantom of the Opera. I've got the theater edition with a removeable mask, but he came with a special edition of the book. He came with a fancy schmancy black cloak that I've managed to lose, but I still have the mask, which he wears. He's a blorbo that I regularly dust, but he's still sitting at the end of the shelf, un-played with for the most part (but recently, what with the closing of Phantom on Broadway, I've been thinking about picking him up again)

Next is my Hetalia blorbos, who are grouped together due to the timing! I've got Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt), Canada (Matthew Williams), Germany (Ludwig Beilschmidt), Italy (Feliciano Vargas), and Romano (Lovino Vargas). They're all very well loved, and the group of blorbos I find myself pulling down time and time again. They all came with multiple outfits, so while they mostly wear either street clothes or suits, sometimes my plots require them to wear their military outfits from season 1. Some of them also came with additional accessories, which I still have! Prussia came with a little mini Gilbird, who usually is perched on his shoulder, and Canda came with a little Kumajiro, who's also posable. They're currently all sitting together around a little dining table that I've made for the last thing I was writing

Next is Bilbo Baggins and Thorin Oakenshield, who are grouped together due to timing. Bilbo came with multiple outfits, but I've lost most of them over the years, and instead he just wears his simple adventuring clothes. Thorin only came with the one outfit, but his special accessory is Orcrist, his sword (Bilbo also came with Sting, his sword!). Both of them have slightly faded paint because I've left them out in the sun on my desk while playing with them a few too many times, but they still look as good as the day I got them. They're sitting together next to a campfire that I had made for the last time I wrote for them. I also have a young Frodo Baggins, who was custom made specifically to go with my Bilbo and Thorin. He's wearing a little blue hobbit child outfit, and he's sitting on the opposite side of the fire from his uncles

And next is Legolas Greenleaf and Gimli Gloinson. They each came with two outfits: their canon outfits, and then outfits that I had made specifically for them to wear for a specific thing. Currently theyre wearing the special outfits, because that's what they were wearing the last time I played with them. Legolas has a white button down shirt that's half unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows and fancy skinny jeans, and Gimli is wearing a flannel shirt that's rolled up to his elbows and jeans that are muddy on the knees. They did come with accessories, but those are their canon things, Legolas has his bow and arrows and Gimli has his axe, and because the last time I played with them it wasn't canon those are currently put away safely

Next is Kylo Ren and Rey! Before you ask where Hux is, I hadn't actually gotten into him at the time i got Kylo and Rey! Rey is still practically brand new, because I put her away in The Box under the bed for a few years and only got her out again when I got Kylo out to play with my new Hux. Kylo's more used, but he also spent several years in The Box. Both he and Rey came with their lightsabers, and Kylo's mask is removeable. They're both currently standing with Hux, but since I didn't get him til later, more on them later !

So the next ones are Tinkerbell and Bobble, from the Tinkerbell movies! They're both really really stiff, because I haven't played with them in years, but they've been sitting on my shelf all this time and I still dust them off regularly. Both of them are in their canon outfits, and neither came with accessories, which is fine with me! They're currently sitting near the end of the shelf, just because they're more out of the way there, but every time I notice them I think about playing with them again

And next is the LoZ blorbos! There's Link, Sidon, Yunobo, and Beedle. Link came with his Sheikah Slate, and Beedle came with his backpack, but Sidon and Yunobo don't have any accessories. They're also not sized properly, so Sidon and Yunobo are only a little bit taller than Link and Beedle. Currently they're standing next to a stablefront I had put together, but I've been gathering materials to build new sets for a new thing I'm going to write!

Finally we've gotten to the Star Wars blorbos properly! So this was when I dug Obi-Wan out of The Box, got myself an Anakin (a RotS edition!) and started playing with them again! I modded my Anakin to have all cybernetic limbs to bring him in line with my personal headcanons for a fic series that I have yet to write and dear god has it been three years already? where's the fic Tomas where is it? He came with an outer robe too, but he also mostly just wears his Jedi robes! Currently he and Obi-Wan are standing and holding their lightsabers, because last time I played with them they were discussing them

And then I finally dug Kylo out of The Box, because I had gotten a Hux!! Rey stayed in The Box for a while longer, but alas. Hux didn't come with any accessories, but I got a custom made lightsaber for him, and currently he and my Kylo are in the middle of lightsaber training! I should probably get back to that fic, I bet they'll be glad for the movement 😅

Next is Qui-Gon Jinn, who's currently sitting pushed all the way to the back of the shelf because I only have one active plot with him in it, but I make sure to dust him regularly! He only came with a lightsaber accessory, which is good, because I'd probably have lost any additional ones at this point

Rey did finally get retrieved from The Box after that! Her clothing is all rumpled and I need to fix her joints; she's very stiff, but she still looks alright. Like my Qui-Gon, she's currently sitting toward the back of the shelf, because I don't have anything with her in it, but that's okay, because I've got a few plot bunnies that include her too for someday when I can write more again!

And next is a young Tom Riddle! I considered getting a Harry Potter or even a Severus Snape, but Tom was the only one I could afford at the time. He's dressed in smart grey 1950's trousers and a white button down, and he came with a wand accessory. He doesn't actually sit on the shelf, though, he sits on my nightstand because I love himb, so I keep him with the character letters I have which uhhh are not relevant to the current conversation sooo 😅

Next is a young Sheev Palpatine and Hego Damask! Sheev is dressed in his Naboo finery, and Hego has his transpirator but is otherwise dressed in black robes. They both came with lightsabers, but current plots prevent me from using them 😔 they're currently standing together in a half-built set that's meant to be Hego's penthouse in Kalandi Springs, but I haven't finished it yet, so really they're more just standing in a corner of maroon

And now we're up to the MASH blorbos! I seem to be really collecting them, because when I first dusted off my Hawkeye I was sure he'd be a loner like Erik is, but then I got a Radar O'Reilly, and then I added a Trapper McIntyre and a Margaret Houlihan, and now the Father Mulcahy that I ordered has just arrived,,, They're all dressed in their fatigues, and Trapper came with a med bag and Radar came with a clipboard. Margaret and Father Mulcahy didn't come with any accessories. I've got Hawkeye and Radar sitting together in a little mini version of the Swamp set that I cobbled together, and Trapper and Margaret are playing cards together at a table that's meant to be in the mess tent, but I had fatigue issues before I could finish building that set! I'm not really sure where to put Father Mulcahy currently, because the one active plot I have that includes him is one I'm still primarily brainstorming, so for now he's just sitting by himself toward the back of the shelf.

I have hopes to get a Maxwell Klinger next, and I've already started sourcing patterns to make him cute little dresses and other outfits, but alas, I don't currently have the funds 😔 I've got plenty of other blorbos to play with though, so it's all gucci lol

Now, I think that's everyone for real this time! Thank you for this lovely ask, I know it took me months ages to get to it, but I really enjoyed getting to think about it!!!

I hope this answer finds you well, and a very happy Saturday to you my beloved!!

#anon ☂️#i almost forgot sheev and hego omfg #the sheer mortification that would have been!#but ahhh yes!!#thank you for your infinite patience <3

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shattersstar · 1 year

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pairing: vampire x reader

summary: He supposed this was his true home, not the house he had kept himself locked in, but the wooden box with your picture in it. Dutifully kept under his pillow, bringing you to the land of dreams with him—if he could dream. It was a bitter punishment for the life he lived, the transgression—sin—he supposed would be held against the two of you. For how he wanted you more than anything, how he would tear whole cities to shreds at your behest and let the hunters who lurked in your town meet his fangs if you so desired. It was gluttony, to take eternal life and still want more.

warning: horror-ish elements, blood mention., religious undertones (aka general vampire themes/concepts)

a/n: i have so much to say about this lil piece of writing omg okay, i wrote this back in May i believe around the time i was reading we have always lived in the castle and it Shows. its lowkey fantasy which is not like anything i write but the horror-ish vibes r pretty consistent with my original stuff. it is heavily inspired by a lot of the vampire media ive consumed too though even if its not based on one particular character. i have been thinking about it since i wrote it and while im a bit ehhh about posting something original i quite literally have nothing else to share and as i said before y’all keeping i’d still eat the fruit in my notifs is so :)))) so this is a thank you to y’all and a Step back into writing for me hopefully. ramble aside enjoy ! feedback and comments r always appreciated

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It had rained, no—poured, stormed, hailed, cried, screamed. It had swept in during the day, white noise to him as he slept, while it greeted you during breakfast. The clouds wept over the lands in what felt like divine punishment. It was as if nature or something higher than that was against him, accosting or trying to stop him. As he stood at the edge of the great forest, rain pelting the top of his head he assumed there was nothing greater than nature. Not even him. There was nothing higher nor more humbling. God could spite someone, but nature enacted it. It flooded your sleepy town and even sleepier forest and he was on the other side. Confined to his home until the storm cleared and the sun rose.

He would not be graced with your presence yet again and he tried to ignore the call to change you, to have his fangs pierce your skin and his blood run across your tongue. He gritted his teeth, reminding himself of the hurt it brought and he would never cause that for his love. His dearest who lived on the other side of the forest he was unable to cross. His icy glare moved along the border, not even noticing the rain drenching his billowing black cloak anymore. Somewhere in the forest a branch snapped and animals chattered.

He would live for eternity, he could wait for you. It was his resolution before heading back to his home in the woods and trying not to be angry, to let fury run through his long dead veins and restart his stilled heart. If anything—anyone—could, he knew it was you.

He followed the path compacted over the years of those travelling to stare at his home, humans daring each other to go near it, but never following through when the windows shuddered and a figure moved past one of them like a ghost. Times had changed, but people were as superstitious as ever. They saw his decayed and rotted home and prescribed evil to it. It was overrun with vines, leaves would not grow on them. Even in spring. They stayed black, and gnarled, tightening their hold in his house each season. Thorns protruding from some of the thicker vines, protecting him it seemed. You had noted that, staring at his wondrous home with bright eyes.

It was in a clearing in the forest, grey stone withered away and swallowed by nature. It still stood strong, the outside a grotesque picture that did not reflect the inside. Oil lamps and lighting fixtures alike lit the space from the inside out. It warmed the walls, revealing the deep brown wood panelling that made up the older parts of the house. The stairs were still the original wood, a grand staircase that greeted no one, but him and you these days.

Many of the rooms upstairs had been closed off, sheets gently placed over the old furniture and doors closed forever. He had no need for such space, other vampires stopped visiting when hunters started lingering in your town. You had told him of your many encounters, most were smart enough to stay out the forest, but they still killed many of his kind. Finding them in their carriages amongst the cars rolling down the freshly paved roads. Horses killed along with whoever dwelled inside. They saw themselves as vigilantes, but you had told him most of your town considered them a nuisance. Urban men thinking they can save the more rural lands that bordered their great cities. Cities that forgot the magic that once thrived in places like the forest.

“Their thinking of building a highway through it, connecting us to other towns or one of the bigger cities.” You had explained one day, sitting in his lap and letting him hold you. He hummed, long fingers curling into the fabric of your sweater. You placed your warm hand over his and leaned further into his chest. He asked you to let him hold you and you had obliged like always.

He kept those memories in mind, the soft questions he would extend your way and how you listened so dutifully. May I hold you? Will you lay with me? Come walk through the cellar? Can I drink your—

His fist slammed against his dinning room table, nearly snapping it in two as a crack ran jagged through the centre of the chestnut coloured wood. His fangs were out, nails morphed into claws dug into his skin and blood dripped into the crack. He stared at it, muscles in his face twitching as he waited for it to end. Waited for the creature in him to return to laying dormant and his own clear, sound mind to return. Though he supposed it was never very clear or sound anymore, not when you had burrowed inside of him and promised to never leave. And as if his thoughts beckoned you themselves, the old telephone in his study rang. It’s shrill scream echoed through the quiet house, though the ring was discordant, snapping in two halfway through its loop and screeching a pitch higher. The noise made his pointed ears twitch and with a swoop of his cloak he was in his study. He answered it on the normal ring, cutting it off right before it went off tone.

He held the phone to his ear, but waited to speak. “Hello?” You asked, your voice soft and worried. You’d never called him before—truthfully he had no idea this phone even worked.

“Hello my love.” He returned, and you breathed out a happy sigh.

“Oh my god, hi! I found this number in some old directory—phone book thing,” You explained with an airy giddiness that he wished to share, “I wasn’t sure if it was going to work, but…” You trailed off and he was smiling fondly into the receiver.

“I have missed you.”

“I miss you too, I hate this weather I can never get through the forest when its so rainy.”

“I know.”

“Maybe they should build a highway through it, I could hitchhike my way to see you.” You laughed, but he turned somber. Industrialization finally touching the sacred land of the forest didn’t sit right within him. It may be the great divider that kept him away from you, but it was his home. A highway felt like you were asking to be swept away, to a new town or bigger city that he could not adventure too. He could ask you to stay—he knew you’d oblige—but it was not his place to keep you here. “Is your phone one of those spin, dial ones?” You asked suddenly, breaking through the tension he hadn’t meant to create.

“A rotary phone?” He corrected with a ghost of a grin, “Yes it is.”

“I want to see it when I come over again.”

“And so you will.” It was quiet again and he hadn’t noticed the tears running down his face. He didn’t know he was able to cry anymore.

“I love you.” You whispered, holding your cellphone close, likely curled up in bed and staring out your window at the rain and the forest beyond it.

“I love you dearest.” His voice did not betray the sadness building in him. “Sleep beloved, I will see you soon.”

“Yes, I’m gonna come see you and your rotary phone.” You laughed, forced and watery.

“Soon.”

“Soon.” You repeated, and hung up. He kept the black phone, laced with intricate gold details, to his ear for a moment longer. He had heard your voice at least and could sleep. He moved through his home, snuffing out candles and flicking off switches before finding the one room without windows. A coffin laid on the floor, dark brown and glistening with the finish that had been applied centuries ago.

He supposed this was his true home, not the house he had kept himself locked in, but the wooden box with your picture in it. Dutifully kept under his pillow, bringing you to the land of dreams with him—if he could dream. It was a bitter punishment for the life he lived, the transgression—sin—he supposed would be held against the two of you. For how he wanted you more than anything, how he would tear whole cities to shreds at your behest and let the hunters who lurked in your town meet his fangs if you so desired.

It was gluttony, to take eternal life and still want more.

Though it was hard to think of such evil things when looking at your face, he had taken the photo while you were on the roof. Wind had wiped your clothes into a frenzy and you laughed as the night sky twinkled behind you. He had taken it and was surprised when you’d given it to him only a few days later. He had kept up with modern technology as well as he could, but there was always something so magical about photographs to him. He collected hundreds over his life time, faces he knew and others he didn’t. Organized neatly into a collection of books, which he’d let you look through on occasion. He showed you photos from the many lives he’s lived, something about them bringing warmth rushing to your face.

He was always so devastatingly beautiful, regal and hypnotic across all eras. Yet, he couldn’t focus on the kind words that bubbled from your lips as the rushing of the blood under your skin nearly shattered something inside of him. His fangs threatened to meet your skin, but with calculated focus he reigned in his hunger. It was hard at first—you were the only human he had been around in decades—but he did it for love.

Everything he did was for love, it was his reason for existence it seemed. You had other reasons for your claim to life, but to him? You were all he had, the only reason to not let the sun engulf him or let a hunter kill him. He could not break your heart until you broke his. He let that thought dwell in his mind as sleep overtook him just as the sun rose and the rain ended. Its incessant pitter patter had ceased and he somehow dreamt of you standing golden in the forest and beckoning him closer.

He woke up to your face—maybe it wasn’t a dream—as you crouched next to his coffin. Maybe he had finally died and you were welcoming him to where God decided to send him. If you were there it couldn’t be hell. Could it be?

“My love—“ Your hand pressed to his chest, keeping him still. “It’s still daytime, sleep okay?” You whispered, hand moving to his jaw and cradling his face in your palm for a moment. “I’ll be back in a sec okay, I just need to change.” He nodded against you, kissing your hand before you let him reside in darkness. He had caught a glimpse of your pants caked in mud and could smell the blood from your skinned palms. Despite the slick terrain it seemed you ventured through the forest to see him. It made his chest shudder and for a moment he thought you had actually restarted his heart.

It was only a few minutes later when you were carefully opening his coffin again, now dawning a loose fitting silk shirt that made his red eyes alight with something wild. You had cleaned your scrapes and mud off your skin, smelling faintly of rain water and the lavender soap you gifted him. You stepped over him, nestling against his side and letting him enclose the two of you. One of his arms wrapped around your shoulders as your head rested on his chest, knuckles grazing over your hair while you stretched an arm across his torso. Your legs intertwined with his long ones and you let out a breathy sigh.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, and while you likely couldn’t see as thing, he could see you perfectly. You shook your head no against his chest, yawning into the fabric of his shirt.

“I just wanted to see you.” You murmured, chin resting in his chest as you made hit best attempt at eye contact in the blackness. “I saw the dining room table, are you okay?” You asked, somehow staring through him in the darkness. He offered his hand instead of finding the words in his throat, slowly unravelling his fist to reveal a mark free palm. He wasn’t sure you understand what he meant or if your eyes adjusted enough yet, until you carefully closed it once again, kissing his knuckles and placed your hand over his. You both were silent for a moment, until you looked up at him again and breathed, “You’re all I want.”

“And you’re all I have.” He held you closer, watching a grin pull at the corner of your lips. He was sure it was that devotion, obsession even, with you that would bring about his downfall. Centuries old and all powerful, but reduced to nothing without you. His strength and knowledge meant nothing if he didn’t have you to share it with.

And you could not stand your stagnant life in a town full of people who wished his kind dead. You chose a trek through the forest during the twilight hours of the morning to see him, bringing him soft kisses and silk under his hands as you let your mouth meet his. You kissed him with all the exhaustion and lethargy wrapped up in the two of you, molasses slow kisses that were just as sweet. It was how you fell asleep, lips to his neck and head tucked under his chin before your warm breathed puffed across his pale skin. He fell asleep not long after, engulfing you in his embrace, his cloak draping over your frame as he decided home was where you asked him to be.

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