#dm - serenity oh

[xxladyloganxx]

She's supposed to be blonde?!

[llavender]

who are your favorite anime siblings? 

[d1g1talw0rld]

Besties

[gamer-boy-art]

I took elements from Shizuka's season 0 design and just some stuff stuff I thought would be fun <3

[valerieayoade]

closed starter for @ohserene!

valerie had never been the kind of person to find one hobby and stick to it. most of her life she had been so dedicated to her studies and her strange career path, that when it came to her free time, she just didn't know what to do with herself. and yet, she found solace in a warm oven and the sweet smell of freshly baked goods; the fact that her experiments were rarely failures and her boyfriend sam actually seemed to enjoy being eating her creations... she couldn't help but grow fond of the craft. was she good at it? no, of course not, but she liked to think she was. she was often reminded that she wasn't, specially in times like these, where she found herself staring at the empty rack where the baking soda should've been. val looked around helplessly, spotting another female figure nearby, with a basket that screamed expertise. in desperation, she spoke. "hi, i'm sorry..." the woman called, hoping to get the other's attention. "you look like you know what you're doing. do you have any idea if I can actually use baking powder as a substitute for baking soda? google is giving me mixed signals, but i really don't want to get the wrong thing."

[joshsindigostreak]

I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter Twelve

“I’ll never let your heart go where mine’s been.”

Vampire!Josh x Vampire!Reader

Authors Note: Hello lovelies!!! Bringing you another chapter with our Sweetheart and Boy Scout. Kind of a different chapter but I hope y’all love it! We love lore drops. As always my inbox and DMs are always open and I love feedback! Enjoy!! 🩸🖤

Word Count: 6,339

Warnings: Brief SMUT at the beginning, descriptions of disease, marital infidelity, descriptions of blood.

“Oh, fuck…”

Your thighs shook on either side of your Vampire’s head while your fingernails dug into the wooden headboard you were bracing yourself on. His mouth was firmly latched onto your core, and had been for the last three orgasms. Every time you tried to let up or move away his hands dug even harder into your thighs to keep you in place, sensitivity be damned. Followed by a muffled, “one more…” beneath you. 

You were about to come again, and you were unsure if you were going to be able to remain upright afterwards. You could also feel Josh’s fangs against your folds, which not only turned you on even more but let you know that you were in for a bite soon. He had held back from biting you the whole night, as if he was testing himself to see how long he could go without giving in. 

One of the benefits of Josh being a Vampire was that that skilled tongue of his never tired, and he would try to drown himself in you. It genuinely surprised you at how insatiable he was, but you’d never complain. While you had had good lovers in the past, no one had ever truly made it their mission to spoil you like Josh did. Part of you was still getting used to this amount of loving attention. It had been a long time since you had felt anything remotely close. 

At this point you were grinding onto his mouth, chasing your release. It wasn’t long before you were hurtled over the edge, crying out even louder than before as one hand hit the wall and the other was buried in his curls to keep him in place. He moaned against your core, sending shockwaves through your body as he continued to work you through it. 

As with the other rounds, as soon as you tried to get up he held you back down. 

“Boy Scout I don’t think I-”

However, this time it wasn’t to dive back into you. Instead he turned his head to his left and sank his fangs into your thigh, unable to hold back any longer. 

You relaxed into him as he drank from you, and a  serene smile spread across your face. Your grip in his hair softened, and you lovingly moved the sweaty curls off his forehead. 

Meanwhile, your Vampire was lost in his own world. Or more accurately, your world and memories. Josh immediately recognized the man with you from previous memories, and his brows knitted together as the scene played in his mind. 

It was late, and you and Collin were being Those People by keeping the boutique open well past their closing time. 

“I really like this one…” he whispered in your ear which caused you to giggle a little too loudly. The two of you were looking at a perfume display in the back of the store. “I want to smell it on you…later…” he whispered even quieter, smirking as he did so. 

You looked down at the bottle,  Bouquet de la Reine was written on the front label. It was very, very floral, particularly with Jasmine notes. But you liked it, and Collin seemed to like it even more. But one detail stopped you from committing to it. 

“Aren’t you worried she’ll also smell it later?”

Collin rolled his eyes, “even if she does I can come up with an excuse. She never asks questions anyway, you know that.” 

You turned to him and smiled, not even batting an eye at what he said, “let’s get this one!”

The last thing Josh saw was a smarmy smile on Collin's face before the memory vanished. With one last swallow of your blood, he carefully pulled his fangs from your flesh. He looked up to stare at you, loving the view he had from this angle. His hands released your thighs and you collapsed next to him. The dim lighting in the room made the sheen of sweat that covered you nearly shine, and the flush in your cheeks even more pronounced. He shifted so he was laying next to you, and leaned over your face before softly lowering his mouth to yours, allowing you to taste yourself in more than one way. 

Later on, after you cleaned up and were settled back in bed before the sun rose, Josh couldn’t help but replay that memory over and over in his head. He wasn’t jealous that you had past lovers, at least not a lot, but he was very curious as to Collin’s importance since you had never mentioned him at all. 

You turned to your Vampire, ready to cuddle up and sleep through the day. But he had a weird look on his face. The wheels in his head were turning behind those big brown eyes.

“Sweetheart…can I ask you something?” His voice was soft, timid even. 

You nearly snorted at him. He could ask you anything, he knows that. 

“Of course you can, Boy Scout,” letting out a small airy laugh. 

Josh sat up, wanting to face you properly. He didn’t want to be nosy, but he had to ask at least one question so that his mind would calm down about the subject. 

“Whose…whose Collin?” 

The sound of his name made you freeze. It had been nearly a century since you had even talked about him, which was on purpose. You hated even thinking of the man. 

“How do you-” 

“From your blood, babe,” he reached over for your hand, trying to convey that he was only curious. 

Of course. Of fucking course. You had been very naive to think that he wouldn’t come across any memories of Collin. You had 35o years of memories, what were the chances he’d land on those. You mentally kicked yourself for not even preparing for this question, or for him to be brought up. But you were optimistically thinking that Collin was dead and buried, both figuratively and emotionally. You sat there, staring at your curious lover, trying to figure out a place to start. 

“Collin was…Collin was someone from my past.” 

“I gathered that, sweetheart.”

You bit your lip before continuing, “we were together for a short period of time. Nearly three years.” 

Three years is a long time, at least to Josh who was still within the first year of being Undead. Collin was more significant than he thought. 

“Oh…an ex boyfriend?” 

You shook your head, “not necessarily, but we were together physically.” You were ashamed of the other details. That he had been married that entire time, and that you were complacent in his infidelity. “I’m not very proud of it, Josh.” 

This made him even more confused and curious, “why?”

You took a few deep breaths, preparing your words.

 

“He was…well he was married all of those years.” You looked down at your joined hands, not able to look at Josh quite yet. You didn’t want him to think that this was a habit of yours. 

He was silent, but his thumb rubbed across your knuckles. 

“It was a long time ago and it was the first and last time I’d ever been in that situation before and I’m not proud of it ok but it happened and-”

Your rambling was cut off with his lips on yours, both silencing you and comforting you. As he pulled away, your eyes betrayed you and began to water. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” he whispered. 

But you were you. You didn’t want this hanging over your head, anxious on the other shoe dropping and Collin coming up again down the line. No, you needed to rip the bandaid off. 

“No it’s ok I just haven’t spoken about this in a long time,” you started. 

“We met in a park…” 

It was Spring, late Spring. The sun had set a little over two hours ago, and you were taking your evening stroll through one of the parks near the hotel you were staying at. Most of the flowers had closed up for the night already, but you were still able to smell them as you passed. At this point your routine was simple: walk the park, spot someone alone, Persuade them to follow you behind the trees, have your dinner, and send them on their way with no memory of the encounter. When it came to hunting, less was more. You never fed in the same place twice, and you always varied on who you chose to lead away from the path. 

Tonight, the moon was half full, with just enough light in the sky to cast perfectly convenient shadows in the local flora. Your dress was a very calculated shade of green, that would help you blend in even more. Not too emerald to stick out amongst the more dull colors of the general public, but just green enough to look at home in the ivy. 

You were on your third lap of the park, and out of sheer boredom you chose to sit down on a lonely bench along the path. You hoped you hadn’t missed your window to pick up a proper meal. Just before you gave up and took another lap, a man sat down beside you. A rather striking man. 

“What is a woman as beautiful as you doing in a park all by herself? Alone at night?”

Your gaze snapped in his direction, ready to Persuade him behind a tree and take your chance. But his icy blue eyes stopped you. They reminded you of a wolf with the way they looked right through you. They were eyes so pretty that you knew he could get whatever he wanted by a mere expression. The rehearsed lines died on your tongue. 

“Can’t a woman enjoy the night air?” You managed to get out. 

“Well of course. But by yourself? You never know who is lurking around the corner.”

If only he knew.

“What are you suggesting, sir?” Your patience was growing thin, but not enough to overpower the sheer awe you had at admiring his cheekbones. 

He smiled in a way that didn’t scream smarmy, it was in a way that was genuine, and in a way that made you intrigued. 

“Oh I’m merely offering my arm for the evening. So you can enjoy this…night air…unbothered.” 

Your face twitched as you swallowed down the laugh that threatened to bubble up. Instead, you gave a pleasant smile back.

“And does my guardian for the evening have a name?”

He slowly reached down to take your hand and bring it up to his lips, “Collin Irving, at your service m’lady.” He looked up from your knuckles with a cheeky glint in his eyes. Those bright blue eyes. 

You relented, and the two of you stood up and started down the path. Chatting with Collin was easy. He had a charm about him that was rare, and a captivating way to tell stories. He had you giggling like a schoolgirl, and you weren’t the giggling type. He asked about you of course, and the most you told him was your name and that you were traveling from America. He asked a few more probing questions but at this point in your life you were an expert at giving someone just enough information that made them feel like they knew more than they did. 

The evening came to an end a little over two hours later, having realized the two of you had walked the park nearly five times. You still hadn’t eaten, and you still hadn’t Persuaded him in order to do so. By the third lap you realized you didn’t want to make him a meal. He was too charming to be a one time thing. The thought of Persuading him to forget your face and to forget his night in the park made your chest seize. No, that couldn’t happen. Not to him. 

He ended up walking you back to your hotel, dropping you off just far enough to keep people from starting any rumors. But close enough that he memorized the hotel, and thought of your beaming face and delicate laugh all the way home. To his wife. 

“We started meeting up at the park every night. It was innocent at first. Just two people walking and talking. The chaste ways of that time period helped, but eventually fingers brushing against each other turned into a proper hand hold, and held hands turned into embraces, which turned into kisses in the dark which led to-,” you stopped, trying to read Josh’s face. He had sat perfectly still the whole time, fingers laced with yours with the occasional squeeze. 

“Felt like a fairytale, didn’t it?” He offered softly. 

You looked at the wall and sniffed, “you could say that. It was a few weeks later that I found out that he was married. It was such a cliched moment. I ran into them on the street and had to immediately pretend I didn’t know them at all. But the next night, he showed up at the park like always and “explained” the situation about how it was a marriage of convenience that their parents set up when they were kids and that they were more friends than anything.” You looked up at the ceiling, reliving the embarrassment of that moment all over again. “I should’ve called bullshit. I should’ve Persuaded him to forget me and move on. But I didn’t. Collin had this weird way of making everything feel exciting, like it was our private adventure…and I didn’t want that to end.” Your hands idly fiddled with his fingers, “one of the downsides of immortality is that the monotony of time will eat at you. So when something exciting happens that breaks up that feeling, you want it to stay. Everyone goes through it, and you will too one day. It’s just the order of things.” 

Josh couldn’t wrap his mind around that: the thought of life feeling monotonous around you. But he understood you knew more than him on the subject. 

“Did he know that you were a…”

“Vampire? Not at first, but eventually he found out.” 

Josh widened his eyes, “that sounds risky as hell.” 

You blew a lock of hair out of your face, “a big risk but the one time I did use my Persuasion on him was that he would forget about the existence of Vampire’s when not in my presence, and to never question why I could only meet at night. But I think…I think he liked having a secret of mine to keep too…” 

“Show them to me,” Collin requested while his thumbs ran along your lips. You were sitting up in bed, wrapped up together in the sheets while he cradled your face in his hands. Your hair was completely down and falling around your shoulders and frizzy from the previous activities. The floral scent of the perfume he had bought you hung in the air. That delicious mix of bergamot and jasmine clung to everything, especially on the human before you. 

You knew what he wanted to see. 

You gave him a look, your eyes sparkling from the oil lamps that lit up the room,  “say please…” 

He smiled and obliged, “show them to me, please, my pet.” 

Slowly, you opened your mouth in front of his face, and as slowly and dramatically you could, you let your fangs descend from your upper jaw. 

Collins eyes widened in wonder, having never seen any Vampire fangs before let alone yours. Carefully one of his thumbs reached over and touched one lightly, admiring the length of them and how well they suited your face. 

“Why, what a treasure you are…,” his voice was barely a whisper, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel like a schoolgirl with the way he was marveling at you. No one had ever looked at you like this in decades. His thumb toyed with the point of one, “are they shar-”

You backed away before he could cut himself on them. In the eight months you had been together, you hadn’t fed on him. You had thought about it…you had thought about it a lot, but you restrained yourself. Collin wasn’t food. Collin was…something else. 

“Yes, they are,” you said firmly. 

“Does it hurt? To be bitten?” 

You tilted your head at him, knowing what he was getting at,”of course it hurts…but it can feel good to some…” 

He craned his neck, offering himself to you, “show me.”

You leaned in and narrowed your eyes, “aren’t you worried I could kill you?”

His blue eyes locked on you, “but you won’t, Pet,…we both know you won’t…” 

You stared at him, knowing he was right, Leaning in, you grazed your fangs against his skin, They sank into his flesh, and he cried out in a mix of surprise and pain, but quickly he was moaning underneath you as you straddled his lap. 

Thus started the routine. He’d come over, you’d fuck, you’d bite him, you’d heal the wounds before he went home, and the cycle would start all over again a few nights later. 

“It stayed like that for the next two and a half years,” you sniffed again and rubbed your nose. 

Josh hated the sound of the whole thing. Not because it was another man, but because he was seeing red flags everywhere and he was helpless to stop whatever you were going to tell him next.

“He called you, ‘pet?’” His upper lip was twisted in disgust at how demeaning that was. 

Your eyes slowly met his, “...yeah…it was definitely not my favorite but at the time I didn’t care.”

Josh licked his lips and adjusted his hands as he held yours. 

“He made it feel fun though,” you said distantly, “I wasn’t always in that hotel. Sometimes I’d be at his summer house in the country, and his staff would be informed that I had a skin condition that rendered me unable to be in the sun at all. Most of them nodded and did their duties and the ones that didn’t I just Persuaded into doing it anyway. If I wasn’t there I’d be joining him on business trips. He’d buy me whatever I wanted, even when I said I didn’t need it, send me flowers whenever-”

“Which ones?” Josh interjected.

“What?”

“Which flowers?” 

The question caught you off guard and you blinked at him, “Jasmine usually. He said they reminded him of that first night in the park.” 

Josh nodded and made a mental note to never buy you Jasmine flowers, no matter what.

You continued, “not to be a cliche but all good things come to an end.”

The clock read 10:30, and he was late. 

 It was December, and you were patiently waiting for Collin to show up at the hotel you were currently residing. He had insisted that when he was in the city that you were to have nothing but the best living-wise, and the suite you were in was written off as a vaguely worded business expense. As long as the numbers added up at the end of the day, the labels didn’t matter according to him. 

You sat on the bench in front of the window, looking down at the street hoping to see any signs of him. Collin was never late. When he told you what time he’d be somewhere he always meant it. So where was he? You sipped on your wine while you tried not to imagine the worst. 

Before you could form any more scenarios in your head, the door burst open and suddenly your blue-eyed boy was in front of you. You jumped up in surprise and met him halfway across the room, and immediately hopped to wrap your legs around his waist. 

He showered your face with kisses, a usual greeting but he was far more enthusiastic this time. 

“Well I’m happy to see you too, Mr. Iring,” you giggled and leaned in to capture his lips. 

He pulled back just enough to look at you, “Pet, I have the most amazing news.” 

Your mind whirled with possibilities, “what is it?” 

“She’s pregnant!” 

You blinked, “who…?” 

“Eleanor, of course!”

The blood started pumping in your ears, and you slowly let your legs down to stand in front of him. His wife was pregnant. The thought of them being together physically was something you never thought about. Not because you didn’t think it wasn’t happening, but because you never wanted that image in your mind. However Collin always made it sound like they never even held hands, let alone that. 

You tried to keep your expression neutral, “when…when did this happen?” 

He was still grinning from ear to ear, clearly not reading the energy of the room, “the week of my birthday last month.” 

“Your birthday? But we were in Spain on your birth-”

“Yes, but when we came back and I had to stop by the manor for those three days? She practically pounced on me the second I walked through the door. You should’ve seen our maid’s face!”

You didn’t find it as funny as Collin did. 

Unable to keep it to yourself, your thoughts spilled out, “I thought you were never with her that way.” 

“Pet, of course it happened…it just happened so infrequently that it felt like I was never with her.” 

You shouldn’t have felt disgusted, you had no right to, but you couldn’t help it. Silently you retreated back to the bench and picked up your wine glass. 

Collin sighed and followed you over, sitting on the opposite side of the bench. 

His voice was quiet, “it will mean, however, that our arrangement will have to come to an end.” 

Your eyes snapped in his direction, “why?” 

“My responsibilities are different now, Pet. I need to be around more. The midwife thinks it's going to be a boy, and Eleanor agrees. I hope they’re right. Just thinking of another Irving to pass on the name? The business one day? The thought of becoming a father has always been on my mind. Especially the idea of an heir. A true legacy, Pet.” 

You scoffed at how draconic it sounded, “you never mention that to me.” 

Collin threw his hands up in defeat, “I’m sorry… was there ever a good time to bring it up? It's not like it would happen with you.” 

Your eyes bore into his, “what’s that supposed to mean.” 

“Oh don’t read into that, you know exactly what I mean. Even if something horrible happened and you ended up being my wife, it's not like you could-”

“Not like I could what?” Your eyes were watering now. 

“Your kind can’t…have children, can they?”

His words slapped you in the face. There it was. The real reason. 

“I’m sorry I’m so useless to you now because I can’t produce a dozen little Irvings for you. I’m glad Eleanor is there to help you live your dreams, Collin, Congratulations,” you practically spat at him. 

“No no don’t be like that,” he tried to grasp your hands but you wrenched them away from his grasp. 

“If you know so much about my kind, then why aren’t you afraid I could kill you right now?” 

He tilted his head and looked into your eyes, and mirrored the same words he had said years prior, “but you won’t, Pet…we both know you won’t.” 

You sniffed, keeping eye contact with him as you rose up on your knees and took his chin in your hand, keeping his gaze locked with yours. 

“You’re right. That would be too easy. Instead…,” you felt your power rise up from your throat, “instead the second you leave this room, you will never contact me again. Every time you consider it, the thought disappears as soon as it's formed. But you’ll remember me. You’ll remember my face, my smell, my flesh in your hands, and worst of all, you’ll miss my teeth in your neck. I will haunt you until the day you die, Collin Irving. You’ll never feel satiated again. Do I make myself clear?”

He blinked once, and slowly said, “...yes…”

“Leave. Now.” 

He wordlessly stood up and exited the room, not even looking back as he shut the door. When you couldn’t hear his footsteps down the hall anymore, your face finally crumpled and the tears fell. The other shoe dropped, and the gravity of the last three years finally hit you. 

The grip Josh had on your hands was getting tighter the further you got in your story, and his jaw was clenched so tightly you thought he’d crack a tooth. The thought of anyone talking to you like that made his blood boil. 

“Did you ever see him again?” He asked tightly. 

“Twice, actually. But they were years apart.” 

It was 1873, and you were back in London.

You weren’t even properly visiting, just passing through on your summer holiday. But there you were, standing under an awning waiting for the dusk to fully give in to the night. Across the street from you blue eyes were locked on you, in the same way they had all those years ago. But your ex-lover wasn’t alone. No, beside him was a young boy who was more focused on the toy boat in his hands than anything else. 

Before you could stop yourself you were crossing the street, standing in front of Collin for the first time in a decade. He hadn’t changed much, a few more creases around his eyes and his light hair had faded to an even lighter shade. But his stare was the same, and the charm still oozed off of him even as he stood there silent. 

“Pet,” he whispered. 

You hated the way your heart lurched at his voice. He didn’t deserve a reaction like that, but you had it anyway. 

“Collin.” 

He seemed unable to stop himself from rambling, “I think about you every day, Pet. I can’t believe you’re standing in front of me again. Are you in London long? Where are you staying? Maybe I could-”

“Papa, can we go home now?”  The child’s voice interrupted any chance of you answering any of Collin’s questions. 

You looked down at him. His toy boat was under his arm, and he was standing a little behind Collin, a little shy. His hair was auburn, if not a little darker, and his eyes were on the brown side of hazel. He didn’t have any of Collin’s features. He had Eleanor’s, that much was clear.

“And what is your name, young sir?”  Your voice was light and friendly, as he was completely innocent to the situation surrounding his father and yourself. 

“Matthew…,” he answered, looking down at his shoes.

You smiled at him and turned back to Collin. 

“How old is he?”

The question seemed to sober up Collin, and his eyes were steady as he answered, “turned ten earlier this month.” 

The understanding silence between you was deafening. 

“Decided to take him out for a bit, let his mum have a few hours to herself.”

Stiffly, you asked, “how is Eleanor?” 

“She’s doing well. A little tired these last few weeks as our youngest have been poorly-”

Your eyes flickered down at Matthew and then back up at Collin.

“Youngest?” 

Collin swallowed, as if he got caught saying something he wasn’t supposed to. 

“Yes there’s…there’s four of them all together.” 

You needed to leave, you had heard enough. 

“Four?” 

The energy between you was getting more awkward by the second. 

“Yes it's Matthew here,” he patted the boy’s shoulder, “then our Colleen, and then the twins…Edwin and Jasmine.” 

The name Jasmine stood out like a sore thumb. You hadn’t worn that particular fragrance in years, but you remembered how his favorite perfume on you smelled vividly of that particular flower. Did he really name his child after…? Your nostrils flared slightly at the notion. 

“Oh…well I hope the little ones feel better soon,” you looked down at his first born, “it was nice to meet you, Matthew.” The child gave you a shy look before hiding even more behind Collin. 

This was too much. You needed to leave for your own sanity. 

“Well, it was nice to see you again, Collin,” you turned around and started walking as quickly as you could to blend in with the humans. 

“Wait! We can walk you-”

“Goodbye, Collin,” you called over your shoulder, making a left down a side street and using your full speed to distance yourself as fast as possible. 

“Collin…named his daughter…Colleen? How original,” Josh said as he raised his eyebrows and blinked. 

“I wish I could say I was surprised, but Collin’s biggest fan was himself so…it tracked,” you shrugged and ran a hand through your hair. You were getting tired, but you had to finish what you had started. 

“The last time I saw him was less awkward, but even more depressing,” you began. 

It was 1922, and over 60 years had passed since you had last seen Collin Irving. It was a new century, a new time, and the only reason you thought of him again was because you had run across an article from across the pond that stated he had finally handed over the business to his oldest son, citing poor health. 

Was it pettiness? Curiosity? Or the fact that you were a glutton for punishment that led you to the sidewalk in front of his manor. It was nearly midnight, and only a few rooms seemed to be lit from within. As you made your way to the front door you couldn’t help but notice the Jasmine vines that were climbing the front of the house. 

Persuading yourself into the house was second nature, and as one of Collins maids led you up the stairs to his room the empty state of the house struck you as well. They could be sleeping, you thought, but it was still strange to only see staff walking about the halls. 

The door was opened for you and you were ushered inside. When the door was shut, your eyes scanned the room and spotted the four-poster bed on the far wall. There he was, propped up against the headboard with several pillows, dozing with his chin tucked to his chest. He looked so frail, his skin looked nearly gray.

You took a seat on the edge of the bed, silently watching your former flame. He started to cough, rather violently, which made him wake up and reach for a handkerchief next to him on the bed. He was so focused on coughing into the cloth he still hadn’t noticed you. The cough was a deep one, and nearly gurgled as he continued. A scent hit the air however, and the mystery illness was made clear. 

Blood.  

Humans were being plagued with a disease called “consumption” or “tuberculosis”, and attacked the lungs. By now there were small medical advancements for the disease, but for a man as old as Collin…there was little hope. 

He opened his eyes as he wiped his mouth, his eyes were cloudy now, but you could tell he could see you regardless. 

“Are you a ghost?” 

You tilted your head, “Not quite.” 

“Pet…?” Your mouth flinched at the name. 

“Collin.” 

“Why…why are you here?” His voice rattled and wheezed. 

“Word on the street is that you don’t have much time left.” 

He stared at you in a way that made you feel he was looking through you.

“Are you Death then, coming to collect me?” 

“No…not that either.”

He reached his bony hand towards yours, and you allowed him to take it. It felt like him but it also didn’t feel like him at the same time. His skin was colder, the pads of his fingers felt different due to age. Humans aged so strangely. 

“Is your family here?” 

He shook his head, “no…most of them are at the country house or at their own residences.”

Your brow furrowed slightly, “is anyone here to look after you?” 

“My staff have been at my side this entire time.”

 

You suspected his children were waiting out for their inheritances, if they were anything like their father. 

“Eleanor?” 

Collin’s eyes softened and he looked down, “Eleanor passed ten years ago.”

“Collin Irving, dying all alone,” you failed to hide the amusement in your voice. 

As if on cue, he started coughing again, this one was a lot louder than the last. 

“I could take it away, you know. Just a few drops would clear your body out in minutes,” you offered as your fingers smoothed down your dress. 

“Eh…I don’t need that, Pet. I’m ready to go. I’ve lived a full life.” 

“I’m sure you have,” you tried and failed to show that the last sentence didn’t sting. 

“I thought about you, every day since that night,” he confessed. 

Good, you thought, the confirmation that your Persuasion still held up all these years later warmed you inside. 

Playing along, you said, “you did?” 

He nodded, “oh yes. I felt like every time I’d turn a corner you’d be there as you used to be. I missed having you with me all the time. Even planted the Jasmine outside so that I could smell you whenever I’d open a window. I didn’t realize how much of a loss it was until it was too late. I always meant to reach out to you but I never got around to it. I’d want to write to you but it would slip my mind so easily.”

“I wouldn’t have read them anyway,” you shrugged. 

“Just as well,” the hand that was holding yours squeezed your hand, “your skin is as soft as ever…” 

“Is it, now?” 

“Never felt anything like you again, you know. I tried, no other woman could compare.” 

You winced at that “compliment.” 

“So much for being a family man,” you said coldly, taking your hand back and settling it in your lap. 

“Why are you really here, Pet?” 

Fine, you would be blunt, “I wanted to watch you suffer.” 

He held his hands up, “as you said, I’m dying alone, shriveled and broken. Is that what you wanted?”

No. What you had wanted was to fight for you sixty years ago, to not throw away what you had, but that didn’t happen. You sighed, knowing you had overstayed your welcome. 

Abruptly you stood, smoothing down your dress one more time, “this is my last goodbye, Collin.” 

He began to protest, “no not yet, you only just arrived. Stay with me, please.” 

You shook your head, and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “like I said, until the day you die, Collin Irving, I will haunt you.” 

Before he could respond he started coughing again, his body shaking from the movement, and you took that as an opportunity to swiftly exit the room, never to see him again. The distant sound of his labored breathing and wet coughs being the last memory you had of Collin Irving.

“He was dead a week later, according to the obituary,” you took a shaky breath, emotionally exhausted. Your Vampire was still with you, listening to every word and trying his best not to interrupt. He wanted to ask if you knew where Collin was buried, for reasons, but he kept it to himself and made another mental note to google it later. 

Josh could tell you were beat, and without hesitating he reached over to pull you into his lap, allowing you to rest your head in the crook of his neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as you were surrounded by his warmth. 

“One less asshole in the world, then,” he said softly.

“Yeah…,” you agreed. 

“The sun is up now, why don’t we rest and sleep the day away?” 

You opened one eye and glanced at the clock. It was nearly 8:00 AM. 

“Sounds great, Boy Scout,” you tilted your head to give him a soft kiss on the hinge of his jaw. 

The two of you got settled under the duvet, legs tangled and facing each other. Josh brought one of your hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles before lacing his fingers with yours and settling them between you. 

“I know that was hard for you, but thank you for telling me,” he made one more mental note to not bring up Collin even if he saw more memories of him in the future. The less said about him the better. 

“Does this count as us having the ‘exes’ talk? Another milestone down,” you yawned.

Josh loved the sound of that.

“I’ll never hurt you like that, or at all, ever,” he promised. 

Your eyelids were heavy but you forced them open to look into his doe eyes and teased, “silver handcuffs aside?” 

“Hey!” his nose crinkled in defense but he joined in with your laugh. You were too far away, he felt and he pulled you even closer to him, your chests nearly flush against each other. He planted a kiss on the crown of your head, sleep quickly coming for him too. 

You hated being overly sentimental, but the fact that Josh literally gave his life to save yours floated through your head. As well as the realization that he always put you first, which you still weren’t fully used to yet, but you were getting there. And just before you fully gave into sleep, you made another realization that you never gave Collin a nickname like you did Josh. He was always just Collin. Nothing more, nothing less. In fact you couldn’t even think of something you would have called him, hypothetically. 

But you were happy about that, because there was only one Boy Scout for you. 

To be continued…

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[sgiandubh]

Hitting a nerve, again

Dear @outlanderfandomfollies,

You took an extraordinary amount of time to lecture me on your blog with regard to one of my comments about the (in)famous funeral pictures. This deserves a reply and I hope you will understand it is done in good faith, although I cannot guarantee you that my answer will be devoid of irony. I am who I am, even if my opinions clearly vex you: I am sorry, but there is little I can do to accommodate you in that respect.

Fair enough, then. I took a stroll on your two blogs yesterday and I have to say I am underwhelmed. The thousands of words, the hundreds of pages, all that Taj Mahal of wisdom so liberally, relentlessly bestowed upon us, ignoramuses, was not enough to shake my beliefs. And pardon me the approximation: trying to make sense of what you wrote left such a strange aftertaste, that I did not pay enough attention to such details. Stupid me.

I have to say I was just starting to enjoy your very interesting interpretation of Jungian archetypes as applied to JAMMF. It did also remind me of Richard Campbell's Hero With A Thousand Faces, to be completely honest. I wanted more of that: a non-biased and personal interpretation of a beloved literary character. So, I am asking you in all honesty: why do your approach and your tone change, from professional to patronizing, when you deal with this side of the fandom, including me?

You present yourself as an independent blogger within the OL fandom. That, in my humble opinion, is a bias and a lie. There can be no independence in the current context of cold war, with the "truthers"' side bucketing out insults on a daily basis, with no prompting and no provocation from the shippers. You probably know as well as I do how the spiel works, via multiple spy sock accounts, anonymous submissions often sent to oneself and yes, rivers of "stupid shippers, idiot shippers". You also know and yet keep complete silence about it, that sensitive information is always exchanged in DMs and private groups, primarily out of respect for the people concerned (and also because that is none of your business, Antis).

Your very peculiar orientation is also something that ethically nags me. Independent, yet aligned. I find this fascinating, truly: it reminds me of an Eastern European tyrant's game of promoting himself for years to the West as aligned with the Soviets, yet independent from them. True story.

In the side note at the end of your long (loooooong) intervention about a mere comment expressing an opinion, you write:

I am asking you and I would appreciate a serious, well-researched answer (a girl can dream): exactly which boundaries did I (and I really mean I, Sgiandubh, not "shippers": that is very cheap rhetoric and I expected better from you) cross by simply expressing an opinion that disagreed with your POV?

For comparison purposes, an example of a very recent, supremely suave comment on one of the major Anti players' blogs. We never read any well-articulated protestations from you on those, ever: it is as if they do not exist. Heh. Talking about bias, when it's all about hiding the Antis' garbage under a skillfully woven carpet of scientific jargon:

And since you love side notes and caveats and all the critical apparatus paraphernalia, let me be very clear: I blurred the blogger's name on purpose, and not by cowardice. I blurred it because it is perfectly irrelevant, in this context and at the same time, very representative of a certain dominating vibe, in your camp, about OL's male lead. Something I believe you, as an independent (let's not forget aligned) blogger, should have no trouble taking a strong stance about.

Oh, the stench of intolerance, from the same person who wrote this, in 2016, on her blog:

Yes, yes. I know you also wrote your opinions changed with time and adventures along this long-winding, twisted road. Yet, I cannot help but thinking that a walk down this particular memory lane could bring more serenity and more clarity to your fandom endeavors.

I have no wish to attack you and I am not the insulting type, unlike some of your fellows. But I also do not need a laissez-passer sealed, stamped and delivered by you (with which authority?), in order to continue my journey. I would be very happy to settle on a non-aggression 'we agree to disagree' , keep calm and carry on common ground. At the very worst, I will simply ignore you and would be very grateful if you did the same. I simply feel I owe you absolutely nothing, including my time and attention.

Cordially yours,

Sgian-dubh, stupid shipper

[gx-gameon]

Gx episodes review (while thinking of my Au.

Episode 3

I am very uncomfortable with Crowler setting up Jaden to spy on the girls. Especially on the girls bath.

Like very disturbing especially when Crowler shows up to spy to. Like he’s there to catch Jaden but those out your female student’s.

But Syrus thinking the note for him and getting caught instead of Jaden is wild.

I don’t want this.

I’m going to have to re-write this. Like yes Jaden’s duel with Alexis is good. But there has to be a better way to set this up.

Jaden coming to help his friend and dealing out of trouble, love that. Spying on the girl’s in the bath, whether intentional or not, is not going to fly.

Episode 4

Love that getting rare cards for Duel Academy is on par with a military operation on purpose.

I love Jaden meting and helping Dorthy is wonderful. Love the boy helping her out even though it makes him late. A good boy.

Crowler taking all the rare cards to give to Chazz to beat Jaden is wild.

Also Chazz using the VWXYZ cars this duel (which correlates him with Seto Kaiba who uses the XYZ cards. In my Au Jaden grew up around these cards. Something that is shocking and new to all of Jaden’s classmates is something Jaden grew up watching trash other duelist. He grew up watching his Dad destroy Oto-san’s XYZ monsters. No one at the school is more prepared for this)

It’s a great second duel for Jaden and Chazz. With Chazz showing off this expensive and rare deck while Jaden is playing his weak monsters and the cards Dorthy gave him.

Also it’s the first duel that we get level 10 wing kuriboh. It’s a very Yugi/Atem move. Using a Kuriboh to get ride of a big threat.

I also love that every time some one tries to boil Jaden’s skill down to stupid luck he corrects them. Even if it’s sassy “luck? Nah I just have a soft spot for old ladies”

Also Jaden getting accepted into Ra in the second episode and turning it down because he values Syrus is so sweet. (Loyalty Syrus doesn’t deserve) but it is very in line with my Au. Jaden growing up around Téa and her friendship speech’s. He’s not one to abandon a friend, especially when he thinks he’s finally making the life long friends he’s always dreamed of. (His own Joey, Tristian, Téa, Duke, Serenity, Bakura. He wants friends so bad)

Episode 5 + 6

Baby Jaden! Baby Jaden!

And his first memory of duel spirits calling out to him. And him completing that he’s hearing winged kiriboh

Professor Banner coming in to play their scary story game. Immediately gets mess by telling the kids about the abandoned dorms and the missing students as if these kids aren’t 14 and going to go explore it!

Also Jaden hearing shadow games and saying “ya the millennium items, but they’re not real.” One in cannon is great k love the call backs to DM while also poking fun. I’m loving the fake shadow games.

But in the au Jaden is sweating bullets “shadow games? I’ve heard of those. Powerful items like the millennium items haha those aren’t real!” As he’s remebering all the story’s he’s heard form Uncle Atem, Uncle Joey, his Dad and Oto-san and the rest of the friend group. Like boys wondering if he had to call Uncle Atem and tell him that someone is kidnapping? Students and playing shadow games? No he should check it out first before he worries Uncle Atem about the millennium items being at his school.

Also the intro of Alexis’s story arc. The first mention of Atticus.

Jaden immediately wanting to go in knowing the rumors of missing duelist are true.

The wall of millennium items! With hieroglyphics! Why is this here? And Jaden recognizing them? Oh I’m going to have so much fun with this place in my au.

Alexis being kidnapped and and used to lure in Jaden and friends. Jaden recognizing her card and coming to his friend’s aid.

Also Jaden continues to”the shadow games aren’t real.” Thing is going to be so fun to twist.

Also Au Jaden has to be so stressed he asks after Alexis and they guys tells him Alexis is in the shadow realm. But this guy doesn’t feel like Uncle Atem. Jaden’s been around Shadow magic before and this guy doesn’t have it. He can’t feel the shadows the way he can around Atem.

But at the same time he’s talking about how the games are real and if they lose they lose their souls. But Jaden knows that isn’t right either. Atem always told him that the person who initiated the Shadow game got to pick the punishment for losing the game. Somethings not right about this guy. And Jaden’s not talking magic

But Jaden still duels him. He’s not going to let this creep kidnap his friends.

Jaden is doing well but then this guy pulls out the millennium puzzle.

Which first off this show is honkers for pulling out a fake millennium puzzle and having Jaden fade away like Yugi/Marik/bakura did in Battle City.

But the fact that Jaden canonical (dub) response to all of this is, “So what in our dorm we have black out curtains so that we can sleep in later. In not scared of the dark it’s great!” Is not only fantastic. Never change my empty headed king. But also a really cool foreshadowing that Jaden is tied to darkness. He’s the King of the Gentle Darkness. It should be no surprise that he is afraid of the dark.

Also love that canon Jaden sees all this and is just like “wow! What a fun challenge!”

But let’s focus au for a second. Jadne already knew this guy had no real powers, he’s felt that shadows before this guy doesn’t have them. But pulling out a cheap copy of the millennium puzzle! An object that means so much to his Dad and Uncle Atem (the whole group really) unacceptable! The millennium puzzle was Atem’s for thousands of years it would feel like him, there for this is not real because Jaden can’t feel Atem. Also if this was the real puzzle this guy couldn’t use it without defeating the previous owner(s) Yugi and Atem. Jaden has no fear but a righteous fury. But he’s trying to play it off as being worried for Alexis and not his rage at this moment of his Dad and Uncle.

He’s doing his best but he starts disappearing more and start to wonder if he guessed wrong. Maybe this guy does has some form of magic

Especially when Jaden stops being able to see.

But then Winged Kuriboh reaches out and shows Jaden how his mind is being messed with. Something he already guessed but had started to lose sight of. Also love that it’s Winged Kuriboh who showed him the path.

Jaden breaks the illusion with his attack and then breaks the paper mâché millennium puzzle by throwing Avian into it (a very Seto Kaiba move that man loved throwing cards at things)

Also cannon Jaden calling the guy out for being an out of work festival work and being right is amazing.

The guy tries to keep the lie going by bringing Alexis back up. But calls the millennium puzzle the millennium pendant.

Jaden makes fun of him again and the guy tries to leave with out telling them where Alexis is Haden runs after him and accidentally sets off a real shadow game.

Jaden thinks of a moment that it’s another trick but then he feels that shadows and starts to panic but Winged Kuriboh comes to Jaden’s rescue.

In cannon Jaden continues to think it’s a hoax but in the Au he can realize just how much trouble he’s in. Especially when the guy (panic?) gets possessed and starts dueling him again for his soul, for real this time. At least he has Winged Kuriboh at his side. He’s not alone.

Winged Kuriboh spends the duel flying around Jaden’s feet keeping the evil spirits away from Jaden.

Jaden is focused on the duel until he hears the possessed man say, “I’ll take your soul just like I did to the other students.” This is what took Alexis brother and the other students. He needs to win and call Atem.

Jaden wins and he watches as Panic loses his soul. In cannon he thinks it’s a special effect but in the Au he knows it’s not. He plays it off for his friends but he knows he needs to make a phone call when he get back to the dorm.

But at least Alexis is safe. Jaden offers to help her look for Atticus. If this has to do with the shadow realm he feels like he has to help, he has more knowledge than anyone else here. Plus Alexis is his friend. Jaden would do anything for a friend.

It’s sunrise by the time they finish their conversation and Jaden and the others have to get back to their dorm and class. It takes all day and he’s exhausted (he’s had no sleep and just dueled for his soul for the first time) but when Chumley and Syrus lay down to nap he pulls out his phone and goes to the woods to call Uncle Atem.

They have a lot to talk about.

[miradelletarot]

Writing prompt - it’s been six months since Gale and Tav’s wedding. He surprises her with a super romantic vacation for their honeymoon.

I hope this is to your liking, dearest Anon. I...may or may not have spent the last couple days researching different places (and asking my DM friends for suggestions for a romantic getaway lol). Notes: SFW, GN (I went with a gn, reader-insert to try and challenge my writing a bit. I hope that's ok!) Anything is possible when your husband is a wizard who can teleport you anywhere, and please don't be angy if I messed up any tenses, grammar or anything else. No beta.

I wanted to focus on the actual "surprise" aspect of the prompt where Gale presents his gift to Tav. I had originally started writing out an idea for him to be like "hey, let's go out babe i wanna show you something cool!" and then teleports them to the dream destination, but my brain went way too far in the weeds with lore and accuracy that the story was getting lost. So, hopefully, this little nugget is satisfactory. Thank you so much for the ask! This was a fun one for my D&D loving brain ^^ (drabble below the cut! all sfw) <3

Gale was always one to shower you with affection. It didn’t matter if it was in the form of kisses, hugs, a home cooked meal, or something more. The more he could do for you, the more he could worship you, the better. There was never a time when he didn't want to give you more.

“My love,” he purrs warmly as he greets you on the terrace, “I have something exciting to share with you, and I think you’re going to love it.” The way his face beams brighter than the evening sun fills you with intense adoration. You wouldn’t want to go a single day without seeing that gorgeous smile of his.

You set your book down on the small side table next to your coffee, and take his hand in yours. “Well now, my darling husband, what tales will you regale me with today?” You smile, assuming he has yet another piece of history or magic to share with you that he’s discovered in his vast collection of books. “No tales, dearest. I have requested some time away from Blackstaff.” Your eyes widen, and concern fills your gaze.

“Darling, I’m confused. I thought you loved teaching? Is something wrong?” “No, no. Nothing’s wrong.” He flashed a rueful smile realizing that in trying to build up your anticipation, he only made you worry. “I have noticed that between my teaching, and seemingly endless research, I haven’t made as much time for you as I should.” His face fell as he lowered his gaze to your intertwined hands, and gave your hands a gentle squeeze. “I promised you I would balance my time with you, and…well…needless to say I have done an abysmal job at giving you the attention you deserve.” Gale cupped your cheek in his hand. “Will you let me make it up to you, dearest?” You smile, shaking your head slightly at how absurd he was. “Love, you don’t owe me anything. I know how important your research is…and you have never left me wanting. I promise." You lean in and give him a small kiss on his forehead, and he melts into your delicate touch. “Now…what’s this about taking time away from Blackstaff?” “Ah! Of course!” He straightens up, his gaze bright once again. “You. Me. Three tendays of blissful relaxation in a most beautiful, and mysterious locale.” With your curiosity piqued, you can hardly contain the excitement in your eyes. “Really?? Where?” “Myth Drannor. A picturesque, elven city with a rich history and a mild climate, nestled within the forest of Cormanthyr. There’s plenty to do if you wish to explore, but if not, then the serenity in which we will find ourselves surrounded by will no doubt allow us the relaxation you deserve. Regardless, I want to share it all with you. It’s the honeymoon you deserve after our harrowing adventure.” “Oh, Gale!” You throw your arms around him and squeeze him tight, showering him with kisses all over his face…when you dared to release your hold on him at least. “But, darling…that’s so much time away. Are you sure? You wanted nothing more than to be back home.”

His gaze softened as he pulled you close, nuzzling your cheek. “Home,” he whispered, “is wherever you are, my love.” Your eyes sparkled, and your heart felt like it could burst. The lengths this man would go to for you were immeasurable, and you wondered how in Toril you got so lucky. "Now," he roused you from your wayward thoughts of adoration, "the sooner we pack for our little getaway, the sooner we can leave." He gave you that lazy smirk and smoldering gaze that makes you swoon. "I don't want to waste a single moment, my love." "Well...perhaps you'll join me for one last Waterdhavian sunset before we go?" "Whatever you desire, dearest." He smiles as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"My time is yours."

[universestreasures]

Rarity's Random Muse Impulse List (AKA my current list of characters I've considered writing or bringing back if I wrote them previously on an old blog of mine. Characters I wrote previously are in blue)

Rebecca Hopkins (Yu-Gi-Oh! DM)

Sera (Yu-Gi-Oh! DSOD)

Pegasus J. Crawford /Maximillion Pegasus (Yu-Gi-Oh! DM)

Asuka Tenjoin (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX / Arc-V)

Johan Anderson (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX)

Tyranno Kenzan (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX)

Sora Shuinin (Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V)

Allen Kozuki (Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V)

Yuga Mikado (Future Card Buddyfight Ace)

Akina Myodo (Cardfight Vanguard Divinez)

Raika Koshiba (Cardfight Vanguard Will-Dress)

Halona Walker (Cardfight Vanguard Will-Dress)

Raeliana McMillan (Why Raeliana Ended Up at the Duke's Mansion)

Miyo Saimori (My Happy Marriage)

Aileen Lauren d'Autriche (I'm the Villainess, So I'm Taming the Final Boss)

Sylvia Sherwood / Handler (Spy X Family)

Yor Forger (Spy X Family)

Maomao (The Apothecary Diaries)

Princess Serenity (Sailor Moon)

Sakura Kinomoto (Cardcaptor Sakura)

Dominique de Sade (The Case Study Of Vanitas)

Luca Oriflamme (The Case Study Of Vanitas)

Chloé d'Apchier (The Case Study Of Vanitas)

Noé Archiviste (The Case Study Of Vanitas)

Mira Fermin (Bakugan New Vestroia)

Runo Misaki (Bakugan Battle Brawlers)

Alice Gehabich / Masquerade (Bakugan Battle Brawlers)

Lady Tamayo (Demon Slayer)

Tanjiro Kamado (Demon Slayer)

[llavender]

Alex I'll take characters who's main description is "blank's sister" for 400

[mireya-the-awkward-extrovert]

♪Mireya

My main acc: @mireyaaaaaa

☆Name: Mireya

☆Age: 14

₊·*◟Birthday on 23rd January ◜‧*･

☆Resides at cabin7 ₊·*◟Apollo◜‧*･

☆Hobbies: Reading, writing, singing, playing instruments, gardening, photography and filmmaking, making jewelerry, talking~ oh and some other stuff I can't remember

☆Personality: awkward but loves to talk and make new friends, golden retriever, kinda sensitive... Okay maybe a lot.. And is also kind of embarrased to approach new people because of her awkward personality even though she wants to

☆Loves her plushie bunny a lot (her now deceased brother gave it to her)

**about her mortal family

Mother- Cassandra suncrest

Step father- Maverick Suncrest

Older brother- Phoenix Suncrest @phoenix-isnt-dead

☆Heterosexual

《I'm open to keep my ocs in a realtionship》

｡ﾟooc: I'm a minor so no nsfw intercations pleaseﾟ｡

☆MBTI: ENFPﾟ｡✧°ﾟ｡

☆Height: 5'4

☆Years at camp: 0 (just arrived)

☆She hasn't decided yet but is probably going to be an all year round camper since her brother was killed in a car crash (ooc: currently writing lore for Mireya, everything will be explained... I'm sorry I procastinate)

☆weapon of choice: an amethyst dagger flaked with gold, can switch into a bow too

☆Appearance: wavy, long blonde hair, almost always smiling, has heterochromia but got bullied for it so wears eye contacts

☆Bestieees:

Irene♡ @iwillsarcasmthemonstersaway

Ivory♡ @when-stupid-meets-chaos

Penelope♡ @archery-and-musicals

Cam♡ @one-of-apollos

Lara♡ @oh-to-be-a-robot

☆New friends who I want to be closer to:

Serene @arisdaughter

Naomi @random-daughter-of-hades

Alp and Nuray @best-siblings-ever

Cameron Gwen Grace @gwengracecameron

♡o｡+..:*♡o｡+..:*♡o｡+..:*♡o｡+..:*♡o｡+..:*

☆Tag I use: #₊·*◟mireya speaking◜‧*･

And

₊·*◟mireya reblogs◜‧*･

And

#₊·*◟mireya speaking ooc◜‧*･

And

₊·*◟open starters☆◜‧*･

When I start posting more of her backstory and lore I'll use ₊·*◟Mireya loreee☆◜‧*･

♡o｡+..:*♡o｡+..:*♡o｡+..:*♡o｡+..:*♡o｡+..:*

ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ^^

People I know>>

(ʷʰᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ)

@will-solace-aaaaa

@cabinseventheaterchick

@one-of-apollos

@apollos-favorite-child

@iwillsarcasmthemonstersaway

@apollos-only-sane-child

@arisdaughter

@the-forgotten-apollo-kid

@the-forgotten-son-of-aphrodite

@when-stupid-meets-chaos

@never-too-much-kool-aid

@archery-and-musicals

@thatonebitheaterkid

@if-chaos-was-a-boy

@random-daughter-of-hades

@evie-the-hecate-goth

@best-siblings-ever

@cabin7-bookworm

@your-lucky-lady

@gwengracecameron

@oh-to-be-a-robot

Dad(dads...?)who probably don't know I exist>> (hii!)

@thatoneprophecyguy @the-god-of-sun @apollo-god-of-prophecy

(sᴏʀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛɪғs-)

If anyone wants to rp as besties with me, lmk<33 I'm okay with keeping my character in a relationship too so js send an ask or dm :)

✽・:..｡o￠o｡..:・✽・:..｡o￠o｡..:・✽・:..｡o￠o｡..:・

I have a post with pictures of her, her weapon and few other pictures for her hobbies i couldn't add on this post

back story under the cut

Born in Manhattan, her mother Cassandra decided to shift back to Thailand, her hometown, with her boyfriend Maverick and get married when she was age 3. Her parents never really cared for her, it was her brother Phoenix, who raised her. He left for New York for college though.

At age 13, she finally decided to run away and traveled all by herself to find her brother.

She was made the heiress to her family riches after Phoenix fled away, her going missing was manipulated into kidnapping. She came from one of the most powerful bloodlines in Thailand, the one closest to the royals since the very beginning.

He's supposedly dead according to Mireya because they were ambushed and he seemed to have died. (He isn't actually dead, it'll be explained as the lore goes on i guess)

[vivemonroi]

Ok, it’s just a draft of a translation of the first part of my Charlastor fic (English is my second language). But I think to post it in English, I wrote it like 4 years ago, when the pilot came out. If you notice any mistakes dm me please :3

“The suburb of 'Pentagram-City' could hardly be called serene, rather sparsely inhabited, as most of its denizens preferred to spend their days of indefinite punishment in the city where they could hire a prostitute, grab a drink, or die a gruesome death—anything seemed better than watching the pitiful imitation of local stars. Yet, by a strange twist of fate, right here and now, one could find the daughter of the ruler of the Underworld and one of the most powerful beings of Hell engaged in precisely this mundane activity.

— How did you die?

The question came out awkwardly, unpleasantly slicing through the tranquility of the quiet evening. Charlie shivered, instantly regretting daring to open her mouth and voice it aloud. But Alastor did not flinch, still gazing into the bloody sky of Hell, his lips stretched in a serene smile. Perhaps the demon hadn't heard her? No, considering how meticulously he listened to every word she spoke, that seemed very unlikely.

— You don't have to answer; I understand it's personal…

— I was shot.

His response was brief and to the point, a sharpness uncharacteristic of Alastor that puzzled Charlie even more, but curiosity quickly overcame tact.

— Was it police or…

— Hunters.

— Oh, I see. Sorry.

Coming out of his trance, Alastor looked at her in surprise.

— Why apologize, ma chérie? My demise isn't your fault, and let's be honest, it's not as if I didn't deserve it, though I must admit, I never thought I would die like this. The electric chair, yes, but a bullet? Pathétique! Such a banal method, I would even say barbaric, one shot and that’s it, what about the feelings? Personally, I preferred knives, ah, those emotions: fear, pain, the realization of the end of one's pathetic life…

Toward the end of his sentence, the pleasant French jazz from his inner radio was replaced by crackling and static. Noticing the princess’s slightly frightened look, the demon made a gesture very much like tuning into a radio station, and the melody returned.

— As much as I enjoy discussing my favorite pastime, I see you're uncomfortable. So, let me propose a counter-question, shall we engage in a little ‘quid pro quo’, ma chérie? Why did you ask?'

Charlie hesitated.

— No reason.

Alastor theatrically, almost paternally shook his head in disappointment.

— And this demoness dares teach us redemption! Yet she's not averse to the sin of deceit herself. And after so many sermons! I expected better from you, dear, you wound me deeply.

— It's silly, Al, I don't think you'd understand.

— Ah, but it's up to me to understand you or not, you know. I could have chosen not to answer your question. Asking a sinner how he died? Quelle vulgarité! And coming from the Princess of Hell herself, I think I'll broadcast this; my listeners will be shocked to learn that…

— Alright, alright! I'll tell you, but.. just don't laugh, okay?

— Can’t promise anything.

Charlie sighed; expecting such from him was indeed too much.

— Okay.

She paused for almost a dramatic effect and timidly began:

— You see, I was born here, in Hell, but you... you were born there, in the mortal world. Your main life was there, but... I know nothing but Hell.

She fell silent again for a few seconds, as if bracing herself to utter the next phrase.

She continued:

— I want to see trees, Al, the Sun, the Earth's Sun, animals, the sea with its beaches. I want to dance in the rain, shiver from the cold, languish in the heat! I wish to care for flowers, walk through the city for groceries, help the homeless. Smile at passersby and have them smile back! Greet neighbors, ask for some salt, and share pie recipes. But most of all... most of all, I want to see a rainbow. A real one, after a strong summer storm, when animals and people emerge from their shelters just happy to be alive. I.. I want to live!

On her last words, Charlie's uncertain whisper turned into a shout, and realizing this, she quickly covered her mouth with her hands, blushing with embarrassment. From the city, the drunken songs of bar regulars carried over, occasionally interrupted by the agonized scream of some unfortunate soul, but it seemed no one heard her, or if they did, they frankly didn't care. The audience from the receiver applauded approvingly, Alastor's eyes narrowed slyly.

— Sorry, as I said, it's very silly…

— Not at all, mon trésor, the desire to explore the unknown is perfectly natural for such a curious creature as you. But you're overlooking the fine print: diseases, poverty, wars, miseries, murders, hunger, and I'm not just talking about the physical sensation, lust, debauchery... shall I go on?

Charlie sighed.

— I know, Al, damn it, I grew up in a literal Hell, my whole life is that fine print.

She turned onto her stomach and shyly bit her lip.

— Just... sometimes I feel like I don't belong here...

Alastor laughed, Charlie thought his laughter sounded like radio interference mixed with distorted off-air laughter, but Husk and the other residents of the Hotel disagreed with such a comparison. "It's like dragging a rusty saw across your balls," he would say. Angel, and surprisingly, Vaggie, nodded significantly in agreement. Niffty usually kept quiet, though she admitted her boss's laughter gave her chills.

— Ding-ding-ding, bingo! We have a winner: the charming Princess of Hell who has finally realized the obvious. Honestly, dear, I'm surprised you only realized this now!

— Laugh all you want, Alastor. I shouldn't have started talking about it...

She began to rise from the ground, but Alastor easily grabbed her hand, stopping her.

— Wait, I didn't mean to offend you, at least not this time, really, hold on, no need to create drama out of nothing, please, go on.

Charlie looked at him skeptically, sighed in resignation, and lay back down.

— Don't get me wrong, I know my home is here, my family, my friends... but sometimes, just for a moment, I imagine what it would be like if I were born into a regular family, there. We would live on a farm, raise cows, shear sheep, sow wheat, pick apples. Dad would teach me how to ride a horse, and mom how to sew clothes. I would have a little brother or sister, and a dog! In the evenings, we'd all gather together and listen to music, and on Sundays, go to church...

— Church? I doubt your father would be let in, unless you're talking about the church, ha-ha! Si tu vois ce que je veux dire!

The radio listeners obediently laughed, Charlie shot him a warning glance.

— Oh, you should understand me, my dear, I'm a radio demon, notice 'radio' comes first. It's hard for me not to comment on such a wonderful monologue, especially when you speak with such passion.

A treacherous blush spread over her already red cheeks. She averted her gaze, embarrassed.

— Anyway... you get the idea, but it's just dreams, all I can do is help others reform, to leave this place, even if I never will.

Charlie felt uncomfortable; she hadn't even told Vaggie about this, why did she suddenly decide he would understand? When her heartfelt confessions were not met with an explosion of applause or the demon's own laughter, Charlie finally dared to look his way. To her shock, his face was frighteningly serious, though his eternal smile still lingered on his lips.

— I don't often say this, and it means a lot, but you, Charlie, more than anyone else, deserve a chance to get out of here.

The radio static that usually accompanied Alastor's voice quieted to such an extent that she could hear his soft baritone almost without interference.

Charlie still didn't dare look him in the eyes, the darn blush spreading to her neck, but an uncertain smile appeared on her lips.

— Do you really think so?

Alastor propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her with feigned bewilderment:

— Well, of course! After all, the essence of Hell is to punish sinners. First, you need to have at least a chance to wreak some havoc. If you had ended up here on your own, it would be a different story, but as it is, it's just bo-o-oring.

Even though his words touched that string of her heart, her feelings, which she dared not speak of, even to herself, seeing him almost shyly look away, she decided to leave that topic alone.

They simply lay there for a while, listening to the sensual performance of some early 20th-century French song whose name Charlie didn't know. Each was lost in their thoughts until Alastor sprang to his feet as if scalded.

— Well, I can't promise a rainbow... Get up, Your Majesty!

— Alastor, what are you...

He impatiently extended his hand.

— Hurry up, I might change my mind.

"Here goes nothing," Charlie thought, taking Alastor by the glove. In an instant, they were somewhere else.”

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[arminsumi]

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ BEYOND THE SEA

Armin x fem!reader

Chapter index / Chapter Ⅲ: Midnight

Overview; one midnight, Armin met with you in secret, and he told Eren all about it later. Contents; 1940s au, fluff, romance, drama

Warnings; angst, tragedy

TAGLIST; @sad-darksoul @crazychaoticizzy @ringsofsaturnnnn

DM in my askbox to be added to taglists! 💕

Armin idled up and down the bridge leading to the barracks, waiting for you. He looked uncanny to Erwin in the dim street lamp lighting; they shared the same sort of blazing blue eyes.

If it weren't for their differently sized bodies, you would have thought it was Erwin waiting there on the bridge for you.

When Armin saw you come into view some street lamps away, all his brooding thoughts fled from his head.

"Lieutenant!" You greeted him. It irked him to hear you calling him that, he wanted so desperately to tell you to call him by his name. But that was just too indecent of an ask.

"Your name... could you tell me it again?" Armin asked.

"Why Lieutenant, I can't believe you!" You chided, "You've already forgotten my name?"

Armin wasn't sure if you were joking or not, even though you had a heavily emphasized playful tone. "I haven't, I promise. It's just that my accent gets in the way of pronouncing it correctly... I was trying to practice just now, but – " He stopped and went pink in the face after realizing what he had just said.

"Oh, well, that's all right..." You responded, and you guided him through the pronunciation of your name.

"Y - yyy/n?" His accent really did 'get in the way', it was weighting certain parts of your name.

He was thoroughly embarrassed, but when you laughed, he loosened up and laughed with you. Armin struggled for a few minutes to get it right. After the laughter wafted away, you and him looked at each other.

"What is it?" You asked. He seemed entranced by something about you.

Armin had to reanimate himself. "W-would you care for a stroll?" he asked.

The way he asked his question made you blush, and you could never understand why. Maybe it was simply the fact that a Lieutenant was asking a humble nurse to spend time with him.

Throughout that whole walk, you remember admiring how well-mannered Armin was. He had a gentle temperament, though his diffidence peaked through at times.

The two of you leisurely strolled up to the lighthouse. The roaring sea bashed around beneath the cliff.

"I wanted to apologize, if my asking you to meet me here tonight was too bold..." Armin said after a bout of silence.

His cute blue eyes refused to look at you. His cheeks felt seared with heat.

"I don't think it was bold... in fact, I'm so glad you asked, because I would never have had the confidence or courage to ask you myself." You replied.

He lifted his face and gave you a little smile. His informality created a forbidden intimacy between the two of you, it brought a shiver of excitement across your bodies.

Armin spoke guiltily, "I also wanted to apologize for causing you trouble with your father back then... I didn't mean to create discord between you and him."

"Why, you're full of apologies, Lieutenant." You teased. His shoulders twinged in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry – oh..." he muttered and the both of you chuckled.

A small silence passed. The hour pushed towards two in the morning, but Armin hardly cared. He was absolutely enraptured by you. By the way you spoke, by the way you moved gracefully, like a swan, to the edge of the cliff with him; observing the night sky's face as it twinkled down at the ocean.

"I-I also wanted to thank you," Armin punctured the serene silence with his stuttering voice, "for nursing my wounds back then."

"Oh... why thank you, but any nurse could have done that!" You laughed self-deprecatingly.

Armin laid his eyes on you, both admiringly and analytically. He felt great admiration for your modesty, but at the same time he wished that you wouldn't downplay your abilities.

"I wouldn't have wanted anyone else tending to me." He said. You felt heat rising to your face.

He added, "Hearing you sing down the corridors of the hospital calmed me every morning."

"I'm glad to hear that..." You replied shyly.

You wanted to move closer to him, your whole body desired it. But it felt like there was a barrier preventing you from making any indecent movement towards a Lieutenant.

But Armin didn't let the barrier dissuade him from moving closer. Though he took such bold steps towards where you stood, he still did so with such properness and modesty.

You could feel his warmth. Armin's bottom lip quivered longingly when he looked at you. And when you looked at him? He felt dizzy with excitement.

The air between you and him felt like it was buzzing. The tension demanded to be broken with a kiss.

But it never happened, because the image of your father flashed across Armin's mind, and a searing sense of fear and guilt struck his chest. He refrained and withdrew from your air.

"I shouldn't keep you out so late, especially in this cold air..." Armin muttered apologetically.

"Oh... oh, you're right." You snapped out of the dream-state he put you in. "I-I should get back before my father finds that I'm not home."

"Can I walk you home?" He asked eagerly.

You happily accepted. Armin noticeably tried to recede into his soldierly formality. The ocean became lost in the distance as you drew closer to the apartments lining the factory. In the evening, it was deathly silent here, but the factories continued pumping out black smoke.

Before he left you at the doorstep of your apartment block, Armin asked very eagerly, much like boy anticipating Christmas; "I will see you at the Farewell party, right?"

His brows were pinched together. His shoulders were tense. "Of course, Lieutenant." You told him. "But it's best not to tell too many people that I'll be there... if my father finds out, I think I might be killed." You laughed. That was something many people did back in the day; they laughed off the severity of grave choices.

Though Armin felt guilty, he couldn't deny his overwhelming anticipation of seeing you dressed in a fine dress, dancing cheek to cheek with him. He daydreamed of that the whole walk back to the barracks. It set his whole spirit ablaze.

"She is just as I remember her..." Armin mumbled happily, more so to himself than to Eren on the bottom cot.

"You mean still as forbidden as she always was to you?"

"Eren!"

Armin and Eren laid awake discussing the entire evening together, in the comforts of their cots. Jean and Connie were fast asleep as usual.

"So, let me get this right, you spent two hours fraternizing with her, and then walked her home for another two hours?" Eren smirked.

"It's not fraternizing!" Armin hissed.

A long silence passed.

"Sooo... what were you two doing for those two extra hours?" Eren teased.

"Nothing!" Armin' smile could be heard in his voice. He rolled over in his squeaky cot. "Goodnight!"

"My my, you're not only fraternizing with her, but smooching her, too? Isn't that a little too soon? Are you going to be wed before the Farewell party?" Eren teased.

"Hey now, remember who is on the top bunk." Armin threatened.

They burst into giggles. Right then, it felt like they were just carefree boys, not soldiers due to be sent out to war.

"My apologies, Lieutenant. Please don't crush me in my sleep." Eren teased. He mimicked the way Nurse Y/n said 'lieutenant', and it made Armin smile even more.

[octoberautumnbox]

I may or may not have something Yuri related in the works... Since I don't want to do any injustice towards bb girl Yuri, I thought I'd ask the expert himself for some help!

What is it about Yuri that captivates you? If you knew nothing about her and saw her walking past you on the street, what about her would make you do a double take?

Personality wise, what makes her so charming when she's offstage? Without the fancy outfits and the cameras, when she's just Jo Yuri and not "Kpop idol sensation Jo Yuri", what about her do you love?

It'll be a while until I release it, but I hope to make it something that not just you, but all glassys can enjoy <3

WHAT THE SHIT OMFG ITS HAPPENINGGGGGG I LOVE U ANON OH MY GOD

kay so this is me just being a wholeass fan but i explained a bit of why i love her here!! her vocal ability is unique and soothing in a way i dont have the right words to describe :DDDD

but for just her walking in the street, I don't think I'd do a double take at all? she's a very pretty girl but (and part of why I love her so much) is that her beauty is the type that isnt what i'd call showstopping like minju or karina or yiren. she has a very girl-next-door visual and a down to earth serene aura to match <3

as for her personality, there's really not one stand out thing! she's just an overall cutie pie that just cares so much for everyone and everything around her (ok maybe one stand out thing is she fostered this dog) (what abt that time when she did a QnA with glassys and did a whole counseling bit) (when she just did her brat stuff its so adorable)

dont worry abt when to post anon! (I sure as hell dont LMAOO) just take ur time and ppl will love it <3333 hmu in DMs if u wanna chat more!!!!

[l1ghtfromthecloset]

Whelp since you guys loved the last one so much (53 notes DAYUM) uh, let's do another one :3

Here are some MORE funny and wholesome Yu-Gi-Oh! (DM and DSOD) head canons!

(With the addition of my OCs L1m and Zephyr)

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Yugi: Has a strange obsession with oranges. Like he HATES orange juice but loves anything orange flavored. Especially fanta.

Atem (before afterlife): Shared the same obsession with orange flavored things as yugi. They often fought over the last can of orange Fanta in the fridge... They always ended up sharing it tho. (Via switching places in Yugi's body.)

Solomon: Could secretly see Atem stand next to Yugi, even though Atem didn't have a physical body. But... He never said anything because he knew the bond between Yugi and Atem was special. He also bought more Fanta for the two when he found out Atem liked the soda.

Atem (after dsod): Visited Yugi and Solomon regularly. Even though Yugi couldn't see him, Solomon could. For some reason, Solomon has the ability to see the dead? No one knew why. But Atem and the old man reconnected. Eventually Yugi found out, and they all talked again, reconnecting, and Yugi/Atem played Yugi's newest game together.

Téa: She would help Joey, Tristan, and Yugi with algebra homework when the trio skipped classes for go to the arcade.

Téa (dsod): when the boys skipped class for the arcade, so did she. They all had Bakura help them with Algebra homework instead.

Mokuba and Kaiba (dsod): Mokuba had a late diagnosis of Autism and Adhd when he turned 16. When Kaiba found this out, he invested about a good $10,000 into putting a volume/color easing setting on the duel disks so those with autism don't get over stimulated when dueling. He eventually added visual audio settings for the deaf and convinced Pegasus to add braile on the cards so the blind can duel too.

Kaiba (dsod): Cut Mokiba's hair himself. He knew Mokuba would want to keep his hair longer, but also knew that Mokuba needed something slicker for his ever-growing corporate personality.

Bakura and Marik (after DM) : even after the Pharaohs tomb collapsed, Bakura kept in touch with Ishizu and Marik. Eventually, Marik moved to Japan just to see Bakura, and they started living together as roommates (😏).

- (oc) KaibaCorp L1m1nal (after dsod): Was originally created as an experiment for Kaiba to see if he can give ai emotional sentience (this was before dsod arc) but they eventually just became Mokuba and Kaiba's extended family. (After dsod arc) Litterly they lived with the two brothers. They eventually just became a "third sibling".

- (oc) Zephyr (dm): didn't know Yugi and the gang much, but being a pagan and having a connection with the dead, they always saw 2 Yugi's. One taller, one shorter. They thought that it could have been a dead relative of Yugi just watching over him, but then saw Yugi talking to the taller Yugi one day. Zephyr brushed it off as Yugi being pagan too. (But it was actually just Atem).

- (oc) Zephyr and L1m (during dsod arc): Did NOT like each other. Zephyr had a disdain for artificial life, being the pretentious pagan that they are. L1m had a disdain for mysterious and unreadable people. But both found a common ground in confusing everyone with their genders (one is a biological enby, and one is a amab).

Joey (in general): Buys eyeliner for himself and the ones that have a color that he doesn't like, he gives to Serenity (she loves any color).

Yugi and Atem(dm): Found an old photo of Yugi's mother in his closet, though it wasn't in good shape. Later on that day, Yugi found it in a picture frame, good as new, on his bedside table. He knew only Atem could have done this.

Mai (after dsod): started running a cosplay/modeling agency for people who liked the duel monsters card game and cosplay. She even worked with KaibaCorp to develop realistic holograms to add flair to her shows. She found that life wasn't about just getting money, but just about having fun and working hard to help yourself and others. She became an inspiration for millions of young girls who wanted to rule to world.

Lemme know if y'all want more :3

(maybe I'll do side/arc characters next time)