#each and every one has so many people saying they can see the character smelling like it...

[alsoyooraiyah]

fanmerch is nuts, just found a perfumer on shopee that has genshin-inspired scents and so many reviews say they make sense for the characters?? is this it is the the beginning of my perfume era

[azulsluver]

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

tw. aggressive behavior, mentioned hallucinations/murder.

|| Note: You will be addressed as [Mx. LN]—which means last name ||

[01]         [02]

you always thought of the good of people, everyone deserves a second chance. with files in hand, you enter the luxuries building filled with lost souls. the very first patient who goes by the name, 

Riddle Rosehearts,

waits patiently for your arrival. dying to meet his savior.

                            the queen has gone mad!

People always told you how good of a person you were. With a pat on the head and a pinch to the cheeks you were a good child with good intentions. Always seeing the bright side of things, aware of current and past situations to make you even more mature. It was a perk everyone adored from you.

Likewise, you wanted to do something more with your kindness. Studying the human behavior was interesting and unique in your eyes. You wanted nothing more than to help those in need, those less fortunate. Your heart was heavy which often times let’s you trip over the hands that wish to take advantage of you.

Your life was going just where you wanted, hired in a field where you can help the mentally ill, and with a supportive fiance who waits for you every night with a hot meal on the table.

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(0)

—

With a click of your pen pressing down on the tip, the sound soothing your ears with each press. Your eyes scan over the many files of your assigned patient, it switches up every week with new faces. Wanting to be familiar with them you study each character’s appearance to their background. Interesting, intimidating and beautiful, pictures from mugshots to present photos. Looking up at the clock in the wall besides the clicking of your pen, the handles little movements are just as loud to remind you.

You gather the files back in a neat pile by slamming it gently on the table in order, tucking them under your arm. The pen clipped to your work shirt as the outside of the room gets busy. Heels ponder the floor as you make your exit out of your office, admiring how docile some patients are as they go for a walk near the garden.

The hallways were something you were determined to remember by, each carved figure and painting makes it unique to look. You’re almost too caught up in the beauty of your surroundings to see how your area of people tend to get smaller and smaller.

“Are you insane? You let him speak to me as some peasant!? I can’t take this any longer, I’m reporting this to the headmaster..” A lady screams just across from you.

She storms right pass you without notice, bumping into your shoulder. She’s wearing an ID clipped to her chest, the first thing you thought of was how unprofessional that was but kept that to yourself.

“Ma’am! Please wait—“

“Leave her man, they always complain.” A blue haired guard runs past you, ignoring his coworkers comment.

What an odd encounter. You turn your attention to the more laid back security guard who puts a hand over his neck. Disappointment spreads his features before irking a smile your way. Your lips pull back into one as well, a small wave.

“Say, are you new here? Haven’t seen you around before.” His voice is playful and lively, the atmosphere changing just as quickly.

“I am. I’ve grown accustomed to this place just last week before moving my belongings.” Small talk, but hopefully it was quick because your first patients room just so happens to be right behind him.

“Sweet, we’ll I’ll see you around!” He tips his cap towards you, his walkie-talkie flaring to life as the man from before crackles.

Now that they were out of the way, you noticed that the lady who stormed off left the room you were supposed to enter. Shrugging, you make your way towards the door. Your hand grazes the handle, its oddly making you feel heavy and warm.

You stop yourself from turning the handle.

Knock Knock

“May I enter?”

It’s silent for a moment before you heard someone. You enter. The room is coated in a nice smell of herbs and roses, you close the door gently behind you before looking up to meet the eyes of your patient.

His face is relaxed, yet his lips look more of a frown as his brows are sharp and small. His demeanor is slightly intimidating yet his looks are beyond pleasing to look at. Large eyes watching you as you sit on a chair across from him. He seems to be having tea, his spoon mixing the herbs together. You’re unsure of who has been providing him tea, his records show that he should at least be supervised.

You eye the tea, it’s not hot because there is no smoke piling off it. You get straight to work, clearing your throat.

“Good morning, Riddle. My name is [Mx. LN]. We will be talking just for today, how does that sound?” You place a hand over your chest putting up your best introduction to get him comfortable to speak with you.

He brings the tea cup to his lips, not a noise made but the movement of his throat as he drinks. Riddle seems to be pondering for a moment, gazing at the tea before straightening himself up. His eyes seem to glare at you now, the sudden change of his attitude didn’t alarm you however.

“You’re much more civilized than the current one. How rude of her to walk out so sudden, it’s not my fault she can’t handle simple criticism. Doesn’t she know who she’s speaking too!”

Interesting, you nod along to his angry rant, taking note on how his pupils dilated and how the grip on the teacup makes his knuckles turn white. Strangely enough his body heat is clear to the eye, his face contorts from a lovely looking man to some angry sports fan. The redness on his face nearly matching his hair.

Riddle let’s out a sigh, that got out of his system and he never felt better when not being interrupted.

“Apologies…how crude of me to behave towards my underlings.” You blink.

There is a small silence again, you aren’t sure on how to respond, not when his smile is nothing but comforting. Was he aware of his behavior? How he speaks to you like some higher being yet with a tiny pinch of kindness.

Almost like child playing make believe.

“I see. I can understand how upsetting that is. Is there anything else that’s upsetting you?—“

“My king.” Riddle snaps at you, his brows furrow at you.

“Pardon?”

He makes a face of irritation, you’d have no choice but to play along to not further anger him.

“Right. My king..” The name is funny yet sends goosebumps down your arms. “I’m here to listen for your troubles.”

There’s a flash of calmness through all those fury, his breathing is much more softer and so was the atmosphere. You played carefully with your words, testing some phrases to see how he’d react. Riddle doesn’t like any back talk from what you’re understanding. His records were right about this “delusion” he’s been experiencing lately. A terrible outburst, stuck in the past as he believes rightfully the name he’s being addressed by is appropriate. 

Although it’s unhealthy to encourage this behavior, you’ll try to worm your way into his comfort. That way things could be settled easier, communication would flow once he’s trusted you enough to set personal boundaries. 

Riddle thinks over his next response, touching his forehead with a silent hiss. Medication, each patient must have medication in the morning. You cough into your hand.

“Have you taken your medication yet?”

“No…that imbecile of a woman has not yet fulfilled her duty.” You’ll call someone in later to give him his meds. Maybe next time he’d be more docile.

Time goes much slower than you expected. You get to understand a picture of Riddle’s world or view. He’s seeing things that shouldn’t be there, but those are rare occurrences. You don’t disagree over certain topics, he enjoys talking about the garden he gets to visit during his free time. Riddle is much more kinder when agreed upon, he wants things his way. Although it isn’t entirely that difficult to twists those needs.

By now he’s finished his tea, you’ve been chatting for a good hour now. You stand up and bowed a goodbye for your leave, Riddle was pleased with it at least. As you close the door behind you with a huff, you remember to report his medication to his personal nurse.

Trey, was it? You have plenty of time to get to know your new colleagues.

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(0)

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The door shuts with a soft click, it rings a melody in his ears. Riddle frowns at hearing your footsteps slowly disappear. He sits quietly in his seat, taking glances at the empty tea cup and white clean room. The light above him burns when he looks up. He’s bored. No one is around to talk with, not until another hour or Trey comes back.

…..how silly, he does have friends to talk to. He can’t wait for free time, there’s a white rabbit hidden behind rows of rose bushes. It doesn’t make much noise anymore, but it’s good company.

[blue-slxt]

Marking

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: This is my first time ever publicly posting something I wrote. I hope this reaches the right audience. All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: marking, biting, blood, alcohol, masturbation, kinda praise kink?, teasing

Summary: A night of teasing with Neteyam becomes something much more.

You wander around the celebration aimlessly weaving through people as they talked and danced and drank. You find your best friend Kiri across the way and walk over to her wrapping her in a warm hug. “Kiri! I’m so glad you all decided to come out tonight!” Kiri wasn’t really one for parties, but it looks like her brothers managed to drag her out tonight. “Where are your parents and Tuk?” you ask her looking around for them.

“Tuk wasn’t feeling well so our parents stayed behind with her.” She passes you a drink and the alcohol smell burns your nose. You weren’t a big drinker, but you decided to go with it for the night since it was a party after all. You take a sip and the taste is enough to make you want to be sick, but you push through anyways. Without seeing who, you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders and you look up to see Lo’ak. He has clearly already been drinking a lot. He never really was good at holding his liquor, was he? You and Kiri giggle at each other at her brother’s drunken state. “Well, that’s two Sullys down. Where’s Neteyam?” you ask. “Oh, you mean Mr. Stick-in-the-mud?” Lo’ak says rolling his eyes. Kiri teasingly chimes in, “No, she means her boyfriend.” “Not this again. He is not my boyfriend! We’re not like that” you can feel your face getting hot and you’re not sure if it’s from your own embarrassment or the alcohol that you’ve been drinking absentmindedly this whole time. How many sips had you had now? You weren’t quite sure. “Either way, he’s over there being antisocial.” Lo’ak gestures over his shoulder. Your eyes scan the crowd until you land on his tall frame sitting down by himself sipping on a drink. “I’m going to say hello. Cause it’s the polite thing to do” you say excusing yourself from the group. “Since when are you the polite type?” Lo’ak jokes. “Hush!”

You make your way over to where Neteyam is sitting adjusting your outfit on the way. Your loincloth was noticeably shorter than your every day one. And your top showed the very underside of your breasts. Just before you reach him, you take one more big gulp of your drink giving yourself that one last confidence boost you needed. Ugh, this shit is nasty, but it makes you feel bold. You approach Neteyam, “Mind if I join you?” He looks up at you and shoots you a warm smile. “For you? I never mind” he pats his lap jokingly. Neteyam liked to flirt with you and you always thought it was cute because you knew that if you were to ever actually follow through, he would be like putty in your hands. As a matter of fact, let’s test that theory.

“Thanks” you turn around and crouch down and place yourself right in his lap. His eyes are wide with shock and his ears are standing straight up. You pretend to not notice and lean back to rest your back against his chest. You close your eyes enjoying the warmth from the giant bonfire. Neteyam isn’t quite sure what to do with the situation in front of him right now. Any other time he would playfully flirt with you, you would just roll your eyes and giggle. He loved to hear your laugh. But tonight was different. You were actually sitting in his lap. This was completely unexpected for him and he wasn’t prepared for what comes after. He never imagined it would be this difficult for him to control himself. He looks down at your outfit and it revealed so much more of your body than he usually ever saw. He can feel himself twitching under his loincloth and his brain desperately searches for anything to keep him distracted enough to keep it down. You were right on top of it and he could not risk you feeling what you were doing to him.

He clears his throat hoping it will help clear his head too. You can feel how hard his heart is beating on your back and you think it’s adorable how easily flustered he is. You decide to have a little bit more fun with him. You look at the spread of fruit in front of you, “Ooh, I love these!” you lean forward to grab a piece and your ass brushes past his pelvis. You look back at Neteyam with feigned innocence on your face. “Do you want one too?”

Neteyam’s breath hitches in his throat taking in your form. It was bad enough just having you sitting on top of him, but when you moved, it was so much harder to focus. He can’t stop his eyes from wandering up and down your figure and how precariously you were positioned. Ass against his hips, top just barely covering your nipples, and your big round eyes looking back at him with the light of the bonfire bringing shades of warm yellow and orange against your deep blue skin. You literally took his breath away. He gulps and remembers that you asked him a question. “Oh, Uh I am fine. You go ahead.”

You smirk to yourself feeling triumphant and lean back once again against his chest. You pick the small berries off their vine and slowly pop them in your mouth one at a time. You close your eyes and let out a small happy moan. “You are doing this on purpose.” Neteyam says with his lips right next to your ear. Feeling his breath on your skin sends a shiver from your ear straight down in between your legs. You turn your face to look him eye and challenge him. Your faces just mere inches apart. “So what if I am?”

A mischievous grin creeps onto his face still holding burning eye contact with you. He reaches his hand to your face and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before holding your face. “Oh, ma pretty girl, I’m going to see how far you’ll go.”

You felt your chest tighten at him calling you that. It wasn’t his first time, but it was your first time hearing it in this way. He was so close. Too close, but also not close enough. You wanted to melt into his skin. Nevertheless, you weren’t going to back down from a challenge and he knew that.

You turn back around and lean your head to the side contemplating your next move to break him. Little did you know, He’s intensely staring at your neck. Nobody would guess it, but Neteyam was actually very possessive and seeing your exposed skin free of any bruises or scars made him want to sink his fangs into you and mark you. Leave a big purple mark in the most visible place so that everyone who saw it would know you were his. He bites his lip instead to hold himself back. Each passing minute becomes torture for his painfully hard erection that just is begging to break free.

You think about it for a moment. What would he be expecting and what would he never see coming? You quickly glance around to make sure that nobody is looking in your direction and shimmy your way out of Neteyam’s lap. “Giving up already?” he teases secretly missing your warmth. “You wish.” You say full of determination. You turn around to face him and crawl towards him slowly swishing your tail behind you. He watches you trying to anticipate your next move. You get right up to his face and let your eyes fall to his lips. “What’s wrong Ma’Teyam? You look so nervous” you joke. He licks his lips trying to find the words. You sink your face down to his neck and ever so lightly drag the tip of your tongue from his collarbone up to his earlobe and kiss his ear, nipping at it gently. Neteyam’s stomach is doing gymnastic flips and his tail is straight up at attention. The nip at his ear was what sealed the deal. He couldn’t hide his ever-growing bulge. He can’t stop his body from purring from his deep desire. You pull back surprised at even yourself and sit back on your knees. Neteyam is feebly trying to hide his bulge, but you definitely notice it. It’s pretty hard to miss. You both just stare at each other for what feels like hours and you finally notice how you’re soaking yourself. The blush on your face is evident. “I should probably be getting back home. I just remembered I have some things to take care of.” You stand to excuse yourself, but Neteyam follows suit. “I’ll walk you. It is pretty late and I want to make sure you get home safely.” You knew him better than that, but you accept his escort anyways.

Kiri and Lo’ak notice the two of you across the way leaving together. Kiri shudders at the thought of what might happen tonight while Lo’ak laughs finding your dynamic amusing.

…

You both arrive at your home and pause outside the entrance. “Well thank you for walking me back.” You can feel the confidence from the alcohol draining out of you and you’re suddenly feeling very timid not knowing what he’s thinking. You step backwards, but Neteyam stops you. “Um, I was just wondering…” he clenches his fists at his side silently building up the courage to get his next words out. “Did you need any…help?...With that thing you need to do?” His ears are flat against his head and his tail is anxiously flicking back and forth. You feel your cheeks heat up again understanding what he’s asking you. “Sure, I’d love some help.” Maybe there was still some alcohol influencing you.

You both enter your hut and sit together on your sleep mat. You both look around the walls trying to avoid the awkward between you. Even worse, you’re still soaking wet. You squeeze your thighs together to try and relieve the tension between them. “So what happened to all that nerve you had earlier?” Neteyam coos poking fun at your current state. You turn so that you’re facing each other. Neteyam smirks down at you thinking you’re the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. You had come too far to back down now. You couldn’t let yourself lose your resolve. “Neteyam, could I ask you to do something for me?” you’re almost positive that this is absolutely insane, but it’s something that your body is calling for; one of your deepest fantasies. You can’t pass up this opportunity. “Of course, I said I’d help you out right?” he half jokes. But you look back at him dead serious even if you’re more than a little shy. You take a deep breath and come out with it, “I want…you to m-mark me…”

Neteyam suddenly feels as if all the air has been knocked out of him. There’s no way that he just heard you say what you said. “Mark you? Like as in bite you?” he has to be completely positive that you said it and meant it. He was quietly praying that you were.

You weakly nod your head with your eyes focused on the floor. You hope that your hair covering your face is enough to hide the aggressive blush on your face.

Neteyam’s heart skips a beat. And then another. And yet another. He’s sure he might actually die of hormones. Has that ever happened? There’s a first for everything. And now he knows he’s never been harder in his entire life. “Okay.”

Your head snaps up to look at him and you can tell that he actually means it. “Really?”

He holds your face with one hand, “Anything for you ma pretty girl”. Your whole body shivers. It makes you almost miss the slight tremble of his fingers on your face. Was he just as nervous as you were? You lean your head to the side to expose your neck to him. Neteyam fights to steady his breathing and his vision. His mind is going hazy. He brushes your hair out of the way and leans his face into your neck. The smell of your skin clouds his senses. He wants to devour you, but he uses every ounce of his strength to control himself.

His breathing on your neck is driving you mad while you wait for his bite.

He bares his fangs and sinks them into your skin. “mmh!” you let the sound escape from your mouth. It’s painful of course, but it also feels like lightning. It makes you feel as if you could see Eywa herself.

Your sounds make Neteyam struggle to stay in control of himself. Unknowingly, he starts to stroke himself through his loincloth. Just the thought of marking you drove him mad, but now that he’s here actually doing it, it’s the purest form of euphoria he’s ever experienced. You notice him touching himself, but you’re so close to your own high that you can’t even do anything about it. His body jerks and it makes him bite into you harder. “Neteyam!” you scream out in pleasure. You can feel blood dripping out from the wound and instead of panic, it brings you bliss. The feeling rips your orgasm from your body and you shake and tremble under his touch. Neteyam removes his teeth from you and sees the mark he’s left. “so pretty, ma pretty girl” the sight of the giant bite mark is enough to drive him to his finish. He soaks the inside of his loincloth and his chest heaves up and down to re-steady his breathing.

You both look at each other processing what’s just unfolded. You lift your head straight and feel the sting, but it feels so sweet. “Gonna be pretty tough to hide this” you joke trying to lighten the mood a little. He smirks at you.

“Perfect.”

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

In Defense of Marinette

I like Marinette. While there are many valid criticisms of her writing, the same can be said for literally every other character and she's actually doing pretty well given that she's the main character. After all, in a show where consistent characterization is an ongoing issue, the one with the most screen time will probably be the one who's the biggest victim of the issue.

This is heavily exacerbated by the rule that supposedly governs Miraculous. Namely that, in each story, Marinette must make a mistake. Or, at least, so says the head writer:

I really do not care what this guy says on Twitter or anywhere else. I only care about what's in the show because, if you have to go outside the text to understand the text, then you have no idea how to tell a good story.

However, unlike many of the tweets that I've seen, this one isn't some BS bit of lore. It's a writing rule and it has substantial backing in the text. It's extremely rare to have an episode where Marinette comes out smelling like roses and that's a problem because Miraculous has over 100 episodes. In other words, to follow this rule, the writers have to come up with over 100 ways for Marinette to be wrong so of course she's going to come across poorly. Why would you do this to your main character?

It's extremely common for kids shows to have a "lesson of the day" element to them. Someone always needs to learn something, but I've never seen a show misunderstand the assignment so badly. Learning a lesson is not the same as doing something wrong.

It's been a while since I watched the 2010 version of My Little Pony, but it really leaned into that whole "lesson of the day" thing and it actually knew what it was doing, so I'm going to talk about it briefly to discuss things that Miraculous should have done.

The first thing to note is that MLP had an unambiguous main character - Twilight Sparkle - but Twilight was not the one who learned all of the lessons. She had a pet dragon and a crew of five friends who would, occasionally, be the ones to learn the lesson because there were lots of lessons that simply didn't fit Twilight's character. Instead of warping Twilight to make the idea work (cough cough Ikari Gozen cough), the writers just let someone else have the spotlight for a bit.

This is an excellent way to build out your cast and Miraculous had plenty of opportunities to do it. For example, Lila should not have been Marinette's issue. The fact that Lila hates Marinette could have certainly stuck around, but the one who takes her down and learns to investigate her sources? That should have been Alya. A liar is the perfect enemy for an investigative journalist, but a poor enemy for someone who shines as a battlefield commander and overthinks when she's given too much time.

Another way that MLP would teach lessons was to have someone other than Twilight or the main crew cause the issue that they then had to deal with. This leads to one of the best moments in children's television:

And, frankly? Marinette deserves a moment like this. That poor girl has been through hell and is never allowed to make the right call when it really matters. The show will even completely rewrite its lore to make her fail (see: Strike Back). That is such an awful thing to do to your lead! Shows about female empowerment should include women feeling powerful and, no, Lila and Chloe don't count!

Also, the show is literally about Gabriel taking advantage of people who are upset. You don't need to have Marinette make a mistake to shoehorn in a life lesson. Akumas are life lesson fodder and season 1 actually seemed to get this. I'm not sure why they switched gears to "Marinette is the star and, therefore, must always be wrong."

The final way that MLP taught lessons was to have Twilight do something wrong because having your main character do something wrong is a totally valid way to teach lessons. It just shouldn't be your only way because you know who is always wrong in children's media?

Villains.

They wrote Marinette like a villain.

And a large part of the fandom hates her for it because of course they do.

You're not supposed to like villains.

[bonefall]

What are the four seasonal gods like generally? Sol seems to just be A Little Bit Chaotic, Midnight is said to be benevolent, but what about Rock and One Eye? (I know One Eye requires sacrifices? But ig that wouldn't necessarily make him malicious? Idk fsgcghdfj)

I'd like to learn more in general! Gods and mythology go brrrrr

ALL of them can actually take sacrifices, it just so happens that only Sol and One Eye have actually done it in the timeframe of BB.

It doesn't HAVE to be blood either, it can be anything of value. Sol and One Eye are just like that.

SOL

He gets bored easily.

It's not that he's evil, he's just self-absorbed. Everything is about having fun.

He really was a pretty terrible god, though. Fallenleaf comes to learn his services are in high demand, and he was really needed.

You might think he's vengeful, but he's not. If you beat him according to the rules they agreed on, that's winning fair and square.

I feel like he feels kind of bad he abandoned Harry so quickly, like he knows it was a dick move and he kiiiiinda doesn't want to think about it.

Something about him is more mortal than anyone realizes, but even I'm not sure how. He's strange compared to other gods, as if he didn't lose himself in the ascension to godhood.

Ironic for a God of Change.

MIDNIGHT

Is lonely. So lonely.

She can give you eternal life, but no one ever takes it. Why does no one ever take it?

But she's too nice to overstay her welcome or defy a request. And too cowardly to explore the world and find more people who leave eventually.

So she just stays in her den by the ocean, hosting all who pass through.

Minds her own business and draws cats to her as visitors.

Fallenleaf liked her at first, but has actually grown a negative view of her. Midnight wants something and won't go get it, using her immense power to just stare at the ocean.

What a waste!

I feel like she keeps a distance from mortals because she feels like she has some kind of obligation to not interfere. Besides, what good is a god no one wants to visit?

Shouldn't people WANT to go out of their way to seek her wisdom??

(And then she drags them towards her anyway lmao. Actually a very funny character. I have thoughts about her)

ONE EYE

He likes to see what words people use for him.

He likes to see what people call upon him, too.

This entity is not one who forces himself upon the land. He simply comes when he is called and they call him evil. Another one of his many names, he says.

At leaaaast... that's what he says. He is a VERY vindictive being when he feels slighted. If you declare war upon him, he will finish it.

"Scorched Earth" translates directly.

He can be incredibly cordial though. Surprisingly so. I actually have been thinking of having him visit each Clan in Thunderstar's Justice, meeting with its leaders, testing who would be his greatest partner.

During Hollyleaf's Century, Lion's Roar summoned him with a certain number of sacrifices.

But once One Eye moved into his body as a vessel, he didn't let go.

He was still using Lion's Roar as a vessel in DOTC. Lion's Roar had lost all control of his body, practically hollowed out.

I have a really clear feeling of his personality but it's hard to put into words. He's charming. He's well-spoken. His words smell like roses and sound like trickling blood. He asks to be invited and refuses to leave. If you offend him he will destroy you. He is interested in you. He watches hungrily like a snake.

And he ate Tom, partially because he was delicious, but primarily because he was a disobedient and disrespectful rat who did not know his place.

Star Flower is expected to know her place, too. She serves him. He is kind to her, and she loves him, but if she has to give up her life for him-- he expects her service.

As a god of war, sun, and fire, he's every bit as dangerous as you think he is.

You don't kill Gods. You trick them. Sun Shadow tricked him, seeing his body was unstable, and challenged,

"You are not the sun. Behold the sun that shines above us! It is there and you are here!"

"Haa. Your taunt shall not work. I am the sun and I shine just as bright."

"You do not shine now. I see no shine."

"Then behold!"

And that's how Sun Shadow got the guy to explode himself inside his shitty battered vessel LMAO

I have this full story in my head I just need to write it out tbh.

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST

ROCK

He wants to be left alone. He does not like you

He wasn't always this way. He is a god of measurement, archival, the night sky, memory. Quintessence and moonbeams, that which subsisteth, and what seems.

And once upon a time, he hosted a trial for those who wished to be his temporary vessels. Going down into the tunnels wasn't a trial for ALL warriors, just those who sought his ancient knowledge.

Once upon a time, he believed that the purpose of knowledge was to be shared, but only to those who would do right with it. He chose his vessels carefully and benevolently.

But what happened in Hollyleaf's Century changed him. It killed him. A selfish tyrant, the actions of her opposition, the senseless destruction of the victorians humans...

And then his vessel, Jay's Wing, was murdered. He felt him die and he couldn't save him; he's just a god of truth. Not of affecting it.

He's kinda got Sotha Sil vibes. His last big action was burying his vessel and casting a great spell upon a patch of Old Growth forest in what's now ThunderClan; the humans did not see it for many years, as if it simply wasn't important.

When the illusion faded, the humans simply believed they had not noticed it, or had underestimated its size.

Funfact: humans have big brains and lots of meat and are easy to disorient. That patch has a reputation for confusing people, hikers get lost there a lot.

Doesn't like people. Especially doesn't like Sol or Fallenleaf, refusing to distinguish that they are two different entities.

"You won't be, eventually. No I won't help you avoid that fate. Fuck you"

Has a softness for Jayfeather in particular and no one else. He would have let Hollypaw and those kits drown if he wasn't part of the group, that day.

But also Jay knows how to annoy him. If it wasn't for the fact he was the reincarnation of his beloved and tragically killed Final Vessel, he would have let him drown long ago.

Lightly malicious, in a way. Doesn't value mortal life. Mean.

Kinda ironic that Jay's reincarnation is more like Rock in this life than he is to Jay's Wing. Rock would lament that his influence has ruined him.

[dazed-nymphsss]

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❕warnings❕: drug use (weed), fluff, some sexual innuendos, comfort

a/n: been having a hard time recently so not only is this entirely self indulgent, but this is also for some other people having a bad time, so I hope I can help

『•• stranger things characters comforting you ••』

not proof read at all.

steve harrington

hot drinks, teakwood candles, grandpa sweaters, stars, and old film

steve has a radar for this sort of thing. he can pick up on emotions at the drop of a hat, so the moment he sees you, he knows something is up.

he'll start with just wrapping his arms around you, a simple gesture, but he'll hold you as long as you need. he'll hold you for hours, his gentle touch running through your hair.

if tears are rolling out of your eyes, he'll wipe each of them away gingerly, whispering small sweet things, "oh, honey," he'd say, voice sickeningly intoxicating, "no tears."

in true mama steve fashion, he would make you your favorite meal, along with some hot tea or some hot cocoa, whichever you prefer, and wrap you up in a nice cozy sweater.

he would search through his most treasured VHS tapes to find the perfect comfort film, turning it on and sitting down next to you on the couch.

eventually, sleep will find you, and when steve finally notices, he simply pulls the blanket over you more and gets more comfortable, soon joining you in sleep.

eddie munson

the smell of weed, colorful quilted blankets, fast food, and metal music

he would kiss every single one of your tears away

you would come to him in a wreck, and he would be frantic trying to figure out what was wrong, hating to see you in pain.

he would be quick to work you out of your clothes and stuff you in his own, dressing you carefully, placing kisses as he put the shirt over your head and pulled up the sweatpants over your hipbones.

much like steve, he would hold you until you felt alright, or at least until you felt comfortable enough to tell him what was wrong.

he would talk you through it. every step of the way. he would help and give advice or just sit and listen, if that's what you needed.

gentle words of affection and gentle touches

eddie is the kind of guy who offers you a cigarette or a joint to calm your nerves, whether you accept or decline he's 100% alright with him.

(doesn't mean he won't spark up himself)

would offer a scary movie and some food to help you through it, along with some music on standby if that's what you wanted.

would absolutely slow dance with you in the living room and just hold you, rubbing your back and telling you just how perfect you were to him.

billy hargrove

cigarettes, jean jackets, and the smell of leather seats

billy isn't one for comforting others, so he'd just think of what calmed him down, and that was late-night drives.

He would hug you and throw his jacket over your shoulders before giving you a kiss on the forehead and a sly smile, "wanna go for a ride?"

would drive you where ever you want, and if you didn't know, he would give some suggestions.

Music from the radio playing softly as the windows are rolled down, one hand holding yours and the other on the steering wheel.

When the car would stop you would talk for hours, working through everything to a point where you felt at least a little better getting things off your chest.

therapist billy is canon.

To anyone else, he would tell them to grow up and stop being such a pussy. But with you, he actually cared and wanted to see you happy.

if there was someone who was bothering you, he would most definitely make a plan to beat the shit out of them, and if it were a girl, he has many many friends who would do it for him.

(with your consent of course, if you didn't want to start a problem, he would respect your wishes... maybe.)

would possibly propose some... alternative comforting techniques that he would be more than up for.

I know, I know, this one is really short but I have something in the works, but let's hope I don't jinx it and just never finish writing it. Love you guys.

[heartsopenminds]

preshow hangout q+a! london 28 sept

I was at the show again tonight (I got to go on friday too!) and it was sooo good! I also got to go to the pre show hangout, so here’s some highlights from the q+a - putting under the cut as it’s v long and maybe a little spoilerish so....

- dan had lots of people he knows coming to the show tonight and was trying not to think about how how much ‘adult content’ there is and how they might react

- he had to remove some grandma jokes from the cardiff show because of the queen's funeral

- what disney prince would he bang? Immediate answer was the beast, then he clarified he meant in human form, then switched to aladdin

- people have mocked him for the fact that all he has in his rider is red bull, water and a banana (he reassured us this was not for sexual purposes)

- his feet smell like soap, but apparently americans have told him that's weird because everyone uses shower gel these days and soap is for medievel peasants

- he used to know how to do the dance to lucifer by shinee, and they're his number one all time group

- he thanked the person who wrote 'piss' on their piece of paper for bringing that over from instagram q+a’s

- the box where people post questions which is labelled ‘dan’s hole’ is now being referred to as ‘dan's slit’ because it’s a slot not a round hole

- the crew named the box dan's hole without consulting him and he's worried about getting it through customs to america

- the vip bags are meant to be an end of the world survival kit and you can use the bracelet as a weapon to fire at people's eyes and blind them

- there's lots of journalists coming to review the show tonight and Dan is worried they are all going to be bald white old heterosexual men and will think he’s just a woke child, but apparently if he wears nail varnish they'll suddenly realise he's gay and then whatever he says will be fine

- he said several times that we all have to make sure we cheer and look like we're enjoying the show so that the journalists will give him a good review

- his least favourite one direction solo music is liam payne’s

- the same person who asked that also asked for 'thoughts on’ daddy marx aka karl' and dan’s response was icon, legend, slay

- if phil were turned into a houseplant, dan wouldn't water him as he wouldn't deserve it because of how many plants he's killed

- dan thinks phil will live in filth for two months while he tours america and then do a panic clean 2 days before he gets back

- the person who asked them for a threesome was.....your mum

- corgi might win over shibe in the 'get a dog' discussion because shibes are apparently not very emotionally available

- someone said get one of each and Dan said he doesn't want to come home from tour and find two dog skeletons, so maybe that's a 2023 thing (!!)

- he emotionally vibes with the idea of becoming a cottagecore cat lady with 9 black cats

- his dream place to do a show would be in his house so he doesn't have to get dressed, so probably a livestream of him sleeping

- if he had to be a biscuit he'd be a hobnob - messy, large, circular and full of too much sugar

- fuck marry kill with mariokart characters - he'd marry then fuck then kill luigi

- he’s clueless about wine and never knows what to say when people ask him what his favourite red wine is

- phil only likes alcohol that tastes like ribena, and likes a nice gay rosé

- fave alcoholic drink - he said he's a gin girl because gin makes you cry and he's crying all the time on the inside so he's drawn to it on an emotional level

- someone asked how it felt to have turned an entire generation queer, and he laughed and apologised

- 'would you rather turn into sonic, godzilla or megamind every time you’re aroused?' dan’s response was sonic because whatever you're going to do, you can do it fast ‘time is money - spin on that, bitch!’

- he stopped posting the preshow selfies on his main account because phil said people were seeing it and not realising it was the preshow, so it made it look like only about 50 people were turning up to the show each night

[incendio22]

FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Chapter 15: Slytherins and Dungeons

Author's note

First of all, I want to thank each and every single one of you who have taken the time to read this story. I haven't written fanfiction in so many years and I honestly didn't expect anyone to read this story. I smile like a child whenever I see that someone left a like or a comment on a chapter. I appreciate you all so much and I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who is down bad for a video game character. Thank you ♡

With that said, I also want to leave a trigger warning on this chapter as the main theme is partying and there is alcohol being consumed in a potentially romanticizing way.

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I follow the crowd to a different dungeon close to our common room. I have never seen this entrance before and I ask Imelda about it.

''Oh, the 7th-years have enchanted it so no one can see it but them. Quite clever, if you ask me.'' She says as we walk down the stairs to a dark, humid dungeon. It has windows facing the Black Lake, some torches on the walls and the decor are Slytherin flags, as well as all the other houses. There are some other people in there, mostly Gryffindors and a handful of Ravenclaws.

Some Slytherin yells that it's time to get the party started. The other people in the dungeon stands up and raises their cups.

''If it isn't the hero of Slytherin herself.'' It's Garreth Weasley who's putting his arm around me and hands me a cup of butterbeer. I laugh at him.

''Oh yes.'' I say in a proud voice. ''Consider yourself lucky I even know your name. I'm getting famous after today's win.''

''Oh, I bet you are.'' He grins at me. ''And trust me, I am lucky. Meeting you in a dungeon like this on a Saturday evening? You don't get that everyday.''

We talk for a good moment and are interrupted by Imelda, who has fire whiskey in her hands. One for each of us. She grins at Garreth.

''It's your lucky day, Weasley. Getting a minute with Y/n and being here for a Slytherin party.'' She cheers and we sweep the whiskey together.

My throat is burning, but I feel more alive than ever. The alcohol is getting to my head and I feel as if I own the world. The music gets louder, the lights get darker and the dungeon is crowded. Some people are dancing, some people are making out on the couch and some people are chatting. I join Garreth again, who is dancing with Imelda and some other people. We are having the time of our lives, dancing as if there's no tomorrow and drinking as if it was our last night in the castle.

Garreth puts his hands on my hips and we move closer. His breath smells of whiskey, but I expect mine is the same since we did have a couple of more shots of whiskey together. I put my arms on his shoulders and we spin around. I am so dizzy and everything feels like a blur. He leans in closer as if he's trying to kiss me, but I pull away. Garreth is sweet, but I don't feel any attraction at all. He looks disappointed and lets go of my hips, we continue dancing but on our own.

As I keep letting loose, dancing as if there's no tomorrow I see someone in a corner of the dungeon. It's Sebastian. He must just have gotten here. Or I was too busy with Garreth and Imelda that I didn't notice sooner. I walk up to him with mixed feelings. Thrilled to see him, mad at him for not talking to me earlier today, excited about how he 'never stops talking about me'.

''When did you get here?'' I ask, having to lean against the window facing the lake in order not to lose my balance.

''Just now. I heard rumours about alcohol and a dungeon. And that you seemed to be the life of the party.'' He says, smirking. ''You couldn't pay me to miss an opportunity like this.''

I pour a shot of fire whiskey down his throat, he grunts and tells me he needs another one before he's ready to dance. I have never seen some look so elegant, yet handsome while taking a shot. It's something about the way his face twists after he swallows the strong liquor.

''Did I see you dancing with Garreth before?'' He asks curiously as he's pouring himself another shot. The look he gives me is intriguing.

My stomach  twists and drops to the floor. He saw us. Not that I have anything to hide from him, but because I feel as if I betrayed him by even letting Garreth think he had a chance at kissing me.

''Didn't I see you with a Ravenclaw hanging on your arm earlier today?'' I argue jokingly.

''You did. But she didn't try to kiss me.'' He replies while raising an eyebrow, burning his eyes into mine. ''I can't blame him. But when it comes to you I'm not really one for sharing.''

''She might as well have...'' I mutter.

''Are you jealous?'' He asks me with a grin on his face, looking incredibly satisfied.

''I'm not the jealous type.'' I lie whilst having flashbacks to him telling me he wasn't the 'jealous kind of guy'. Apparently jealousy runs in both of our personalities.

''Oh, Y/n.'' He tilts his head, burning his eyes into mine. ''We agreed not to lie to each other.''

I avoid answering and pull him to the centre of the dungeon where most people are dancing. It's absolutely crowded. The fire in the torches are getting weaker, making the room darker by the second. We lose ourselves in the music, in the dancing, in the atmosphere. Sebastian pulls me closer and in the darkness we are standing face to face. Lights getting even weaker, forehead to forehead. It feels so intimate. Naturally, I try to lean in for a kiss but his thumb stops me. That stupid thumb.

''Not here.'' He whispers. His warm breath on my ear causes a shiver to rum through my body. ''Trust me, there is not a single thing I want more. But now is not the right place or time.''

I feel rejected, but I stay with my arms around his neck dancing slowly. Accepting the fact that even if this is all I get from him, it's worth it.

''Wanna get out of here?'' He asks, giving me a daring smirk.

Without hesitation he leads me to the astronomy tower. It's cold and dark, but the night is exceptionally crystal clear. You can see every star that is possible with only the eye. We go to one of the small balconies and look out over the castle, the lake and the forest surrounding us. My heart is still beating from the alcohol, the dancing, the dungeon and from his touch.

''I didn't not want to kiss you. Just so you know.'' He says, holding me from behind as we're looking at the stars. Almost as if he feels the need to explain himself, even if there really is no need to.

Of course I was upset. But not because he didn't want to kiss me, but because I must have misread every signal he's given me. Maybe yesterday meant nothing to him, while it meant the world to me.

''It seemed as if you didn't want to.'' I tell him.

After all, he did reject my kiss. In front of everyone. But I understand and cannot blame him. Next to him I must look like a fool, I think to myself. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever laid my eyes on. Even just getting to spend time with him makes me feel like the most special girl in the world. In my head it's almost an honor to exist at the same time at him, even more getting to breathe the same air as him. Of course he doesn't want me. He could have anyone, so why would he choose me out of everyone?

''I just think love is best kept private.'' He says in a low voice, the warmth of his breath making the hairs in my neck stand. ''Not secret, but private. That way, no one can sabotage. No one can talk about it. That way, all that matters is what we're like to each other. How we make each other feel. Because nothing or no one else matters.''

His voice is soft and warming like a summer breeze, making me feel safe. I understand him, but I don't fully agree. I respect his wish to keep it private, and whilst his reasoning makes sense I won't deny that I still wanted to kiss in the dungeon. Not because I wanted to show him off, but because despite all the partying going on around us we would have given them the best spectacle of the evening to look at.

[railleriee]

Random Genshin Impact Headcanons

Characters included: Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Razor, Thoma, Childe, Albedo, kaeya, Diluc, Itto.

Summary: Mostly fluff! There is a few angst references but not many!

Warnings: none. ( let me know if there are any you spot! )

Xiao: 

Doesn’t know how to wink

Has freckles covering his entire face, he was definitely insecure of them for a couple years. 

Tried out multiple weapons, took him almost 4 years to stick with the polearm. 

Finds horror games and horror movies terrifying, he refuses to play or watch them. 

He adores qiqi. He definitely stops to have lunch with her a few times a week. 

Thinks pillows feel weird so he sleeps flat on a mattress. ( if he ever does sleep. ) 

Played Minecraft once, died to phantoms, rage quit, and never played again. 

Doesn’t know what to say when people knock on the bathroom door, he almost always gets walked in on. 

Kazuha: 

Everyone loves this fucker. 

Get’s absolutely stoned and believes he's good at faking it. 

Has a pet cat that he keeps on the crux. Begs Beidou to feed it when he’s gone. 

Listens to cigarettes after sex and makes it his entire personailty. 

Starts decorating for Halloween August 1st. 

Collects potted plants from each region he visits. 

Rings! 

I feel like he cries when he thinks of Tomo, it’s not every time but maybe once every 6 times he thinks about him. 

When he’s traveling and is passing mondstadt he will stop to say hi to Mona and Fishcl.  

Razor: 

Collected bugs and kept them in jars. Cried when they died in the jars.

Also doesn’t know how to wink 

Scared of the Easter bunny. 

Thinks people who can roll their tongue are the coolest people ever. 

Loves the idea of holidays, he never celebrated them as he had no clue they existed. 

Spends Christmas and thanksgiving w/ Lisa.

Dresses up as a wolf for Halloween. 

Loves giving gifts. A lot of them are flowers, rocks he found cool, and cute little trinkets he found laying around. 

Thoma: 

Has baking competitions with Ayaka. 

Ends up being yelled at for the mess they made in the kitchen by Ayato. 

Sobbed watching The Fault in Our Stars. 

He really enjoys sappy romance movies.^

He definitely barks back at dogs when they bark at him. 

Scared of horror games. 

He has nightmares about the incident with the vision hunt decree. ( sorry

Paints his nails! 

Heizou: 

Get’s absolutely stoned with Kazuha but is actually good at hiding it. 

Pretends he knows the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody. 

Wears beret's claiming it makes him look smarter. 

Madly good at playing drums. 

Has a collection of stationary, mostly pens.

He’s very comfortable with his masculinity! He’s very fluid with his outfits. 

He likes to be the little spoon. 

Childe: 

Unironically makes dad jokes. 

“Hey girlie ;) this ones for you” 

HE WEARS GLASSES. ( you can’t change my mind. ) 

Listening to Christmas music in September. 

Still doesn’t know Zhongli is Morax. 

Makes fun of and teases people but can’t handle it when they do it back. 

Would honestly do anything for the traveler. I genuinely think he cares so much about them. 

Great cuddler.

Albedo: 

Likes collecting jewelry although he rarely wears any, an occasional necklace maybe. 

Won’t talk to you unless it's about science or art. 

He dresses up in dresses and lets Klee do his hair just to see her get excited. 

Doesn’t understand the concept of technology, he’d rather stick with pen and paper notes. 

He smells like vanilla with a mix of that “flannel” scent. 

Drank a poisonous potion twice, after losing the paperwork he had for it. 

Yells at the sky when it snows, he tells it to stop as it gets his notes wet. 

Kaeya: 

Teases Diluc by playing daddy issues by the neighborhood in the tavern. 

Brings Albedo lunch cause he often forgets to eat throughout all his research. 

Makes bets on things. When he loses, he avoids the person at all costs and refuses to give them their reward on things. 

Spends all his Mora on “perfecting his clothing choices”. 

He definitely has a choker and ring collection, making sure to change which he wears daily. 

He has multiple ear piercings including an industrial. 

Diluc: 

Will correct peoples grammar in letters and send them back along with his response. 

Refuses to kill bugs. He picks them up in his hand or with a napkin and lets them outside. 

Has left Kaeya passed out at the tavern overnight. 

Throws out flowers he receives from his admirers. 

I can't handle change by Roar 

Glasses Diluc truther 

To go along w/ glasses Diluc ^ He refuses to tell anyone he’s fucking blind so instead he reads and analyses things close to his face when others are around.

Itto: 

Definitely used to eat onikabuto. 

Repeats the same joke over and over again because one person thought it was funny. 

Ate yellow snow once as a kid cause he thought it was lemon flavored. 

Takes him FOREVER to get ready in the mornings. 

He has trouble reading and writing.

Doesn’t know the difference between their, there, and they’re. 

I feel like he gives the best hugs.

Genuinely really good at comforting people.

[hollyhomburg]

Just thinking about all alpha bangtan again tonight, but this time I’m wondering about an au where like- alphas need nests to function but cannot make one of their own, and the m/c is a famous omega YouTuber/tictoker who specializes in nesting videos both povs, asmr, nesting material reviews, nesting tours and tutorials for anyone who wants to learn how to make a nest!

I’m just imaginging jk following one of her tutorials and one of the others walking in and him getting all shy but they won’t judge him- wouldn’t ever judge him for needing what all alphas need. And maybe they start to watch them too and pretty soon the whole pack is hooked on her soft sensual voice explaining why this or that layout is preferable for larger or smaller packs, why she likes these bed extenders Over others.

It’s addicting, it gives them something they could never have living with such busy schedules.

Each of them have a favorite video that they like to use to fall asleep; Jks favorite videos are the ones where she makes color coordinated nests or nests inspired by marvel characters. jins favorite are when she does eating asmr videos- something alpha in him sated by seeing an omega so pretty nesting and eating enough.

Jimin’s favorite episode is when she did a tour of her whole closet of nesting supplies (ie a small room in her apartment filled with shelves of blankets and pillows and stuffies). And similarly- taes favorite episode is titled “10 best nesting textures of all time” when she reveals to a scandalizes audience that she hates flannel with a passion, It makes him laugh so hard.

Hobi’s favorite is her unboxing and reviews- her clinical eye that he apreciates when she’s doing sponsorships or rateing her stuffy colection- that many many people seem to send in for her. He might send her something, just might- under a pseudonyM imagine his heart stopping when he watches a pr unboxing and the suffie (that he scented no less) ends up in her lap the whole time! And she even says it’s her favorite! Thanks the sender for scenting it too! And hobi knows just from how she presses her nose to it that she likes his scent

Yoongis favorite is her slow asmr style of video where she asks the camera brave questions like “is it okay if I use your jacket alpha? I want alpha at the center where the most important things go, you smell so nice you’ve got to scent it for me! And this one too” and other small ones that simulate her running her fingers through her alphas hair, they make him have full body shivers.

and namjoon? Namjoon’s favorite video is her tour of her personal nest, how simple and well lived in it is, it gets him every time how her body sags and goes all soft and doll like when she sits in it. The video that shows her falling asleep and purring while holding her favorite stuffie, a warn rabbit that often is featured in videos. Along with hobis little kaws plushie that remain near the head of her nest!

And she becomes like- pretty big, big enough that she starts to make waves in the omega modeling industry. She get sponsorships from well known companies and then! A designer brand! She gets invited to a gala and they beg their management to let them go so that they can meet her (and maybe turn up the flirting a little).

Imagine her suprise when some reporters get a little too handsy and an alpha she’s never met comes to her rescue- an alpha that smells oddly familiar.

and before you know it she’s makeing personal nesting videos for them and even offering to make a nest for them after concerts! And soon she’s got a video that breaks the internet titled “makeing a nest for idol alpha group bts!” And their courtship slowly blossoms from there 💜🥰 pretty soon the pack has her personal nest to come home too 🥺

[discopizza86]

Hello Stranger

Joseph Quinn x femme reader

“I knew I wanted more time with you”

Summary: after a long day of waiting to meet your celebrity crush at Comic-Con, you manage to steal the eye of the world’s most talked about man; Joseph Quinn.

TW- smoking, drinking.

This is pure fluff :)

This is my first, so please be kind :)

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It was a hot summer day, and you were stuck shoulder to shoulder with hundreds of people. Normally, this wouldn't be your idea of a good time, but your best friend begged you to come along and keep her company. After all, she knew the reason why you didn’t turn her down. You were intrigued to meet the man that has captured the hearts of so many. You loved his work on Stranger Things, but it was the man behind the character of Eddie that drew you in.

Joseph Quinn sat behind a table and greeted each fan warmly. The excitement he showed with each and every fan made your heart swell. He took his time, and the line was moving slowly but surely in his direction.

You try to calm your mind by thinking of what to say to him when you are finally face to face. After all, you want to play it cool because this is your first time going to one of these things.

As you look ahead, you notice that there are only a few people until it’s your turn. You’re fidgety with the rings on your fingers, but something tells you to look up. As you do, you notice that Joseph’s eyes are on you.

He is friendly and courteous to each person in line in front of you, but you can feel the weight of his stare as you look down at your rings.

Suddenly, it’s your turn. His eyes are fixed on you as you make your way in front of him.

As you walk up to him, you can see him nervously shifting in his seat. Big brown eyes bore into yours, and you can’t help but feel a little flustered.

“Hello, lovely. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Joe.”

“Hello Joe, I’m Y/N”

“That’s a pretty name. I’m happy you’re here”

“So am I. Are you having a good time?”

“I am. It’s crazier than I expected, but getting better every second.” He says as he locks eyes with you.

Your fingers brush as you hand him the picture to sign. You feel as though electricity has moved between his hand to yours and it has made your heart fall to your stomach.

You exchange some witty remarks, and make each other laugh. All your worrying had been for nothing. He was sweet, charming, and above all else, seemed genuinely into what you had to say. The fact that this was new to you too, was definitely not lost on him.

You get your picture signed, and smile brightly at Joe. As he hands the photo back, he stands up and leans forward.

Mirroring his actions, you lean in. He places his cheek against yours as he whispers in your ear.

“It was lovely to meet you! Maybe we will see each other again.”

“I would love that” you say to him as you pull away.

The smell of Dior and the subtle stubble of his facial hair against your skin has left you reeling.

“What the fuck was that?!”, you say to yourself as you walk away. Surely you imagined it. You hold your cheek as the memory replays in your mind. You wait just a few feet away from the table for your friend who was behind you in line.

“Okay, that was fucking amazing, but I am dying to know what he said to you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. ” she says.

“Oh it was nothing. Just that he was happy to meet me. I’m sure he says the same thing to many people.” You left out the part about him hoping to see you again. Something about the interaction felt so intimate, even though there were hundreds of eyes on the both of you.

“Ready to go?” You ask.

“Not quite yet, I have a couple more people I want to meet. Want to meet me back at the hotel?”

“Yeah, that works. Find me at the hotel bar. I’ll be the girl nursing a dirty martini” you say with a wink.

Your friend dashes off to her next meet and greet. You stand a couple yards away while trying to decide if you should head out for a smoke.

There is a lull in the line, so you glance back at Joe. He is writing something down on a scrap of paper. He locks eyes with you as he hands the note to a member of his security. He whispers something to the man, and they both turn in your direction. After a wink, he sends his security guard your way.

“Hello, Miss. I think this is meant for you.”

“Thank you.”

Sheepishly, you take the note and turn your back to Joe. You don’t want your face to give away your inner screaming.

“Hello again, Lovely. I’m almost done here. Meet me outside the south entrance in half an hour. Xo Joe”

Instantly your mouth feels dry and you feel like you swallowed a swarm of butterflies. You turn back to look at him and he gives you a look so hopeful that it makes your breath hitch in your throat. He raises one eyebrow slightly, and you give him a little nod to let him know that you’ll be there.

You slowly make your way to the south entrance. You brush your damp palms against your jeans, completely in shock that this is happening.

You push through the doors and you are greeted by the security guard who had handed you the note.

“Follow me, Miss. Mr. Quinn is waiting for you.”

“Thank you”

He walks you around a corner and through an alley. At the end there is a clearing that leads to a private parking lot.

Joe is leaning against a black SUV, and smoking a cigarette.

“Hello, lovely. Thanks for meeting me. I hope you don’t mind this” he says while holding up the lit cigarette and taking a drag.

“Not at all. I was just about to do the same thing.”

Joe reaches into his pocket and pulls out an extra cigarette. As you reach his side, he puts the tip of the cigarette into your mouth. He holds up his lit lighter and you lean in. Holding your hand over his as you take a drag to light it. The familiar electric feel between your hands and his was undeniable.

You glance up at him through your lashes and his melted chocolate eyes are fixated on yours. Shyly, he looks down and begins to slightly blush.

“Sorry, I’m a little rusty. I haven’t passed a note since I was a child. I was wondering if you would like to have a drink with me. I understand if you have plans, and I completely understand if this is weird for you.”

“I would love to. I promised my friend that I would meet her later at our hotel bar. She’s still inside and from the looks of it, it’s going to be a while.”

“Fantastic. Do you know where we can go that has some privacy?”

“Umm, well actually I have a room at a hotel a few blocks from here.”

“Would that be okay with you if we went there? I’d go wherever you want, I just would prefer some privacy so we can relax and get to know each other better.”

“Absolutely. I have the room to myself, so I promise it will be completely private. We can just have drinks sent up to the room.”

“My god, that sounds amazing.”

“Actually, just Y/N will do” you say with a wink.

Joe laughs, and you can see him loosen up. With him, it’s comfortable and playful. Any nervousness you felt on your way to meet him outside is gone.

“Ready to go?” He says while reaching his hand out. You place your hand in his, giving him all the confirmation he needs. Your heart pounds in your ears as your skin touches his. His touch firm but gentle. He guides you to the back of the SUV and you move over to make room for him. You unclasp your hand from his and settle in to the seat. The darkness of inside the car has made the close proximity to each other almost intoxicating. You both seem to shift so that you are touching each other. Shoulder to shoulder. Knee to knee. The back of his hand is against yours. Neither of you make a move to separate.

You give the driver the address and the car starts moving towards its destination. As you lean back into the seat, you can feel Joe’s eyes on you. After meeting his gaze, he gives you a wry smile.

“Everything okay?”

“Everything is perfect.” He says while moving his arm to drape around your headrest.

___

You reach your room, and unlock the door. You’re thankful more than ever that you didn’t leave the room in complete disarray before you left. As you both enter , the realization that you and Joe are officially alone together for the first time makes your heart skip a beat. You glance over at Joe and let out a nervous giggle. He bites his lip and gives you a mischievous smile. “Looks like it’s just the two of us now” he says.

“I don’t know about you, but there is a dirty martini with my name on it.”

“Are we soulmates?! That’s my drink of choice”

“You obviously have excellent taste” you say while playfully pushing against him.

He smiles at you while brushing your bangs away from your eyes. His eyes locked on yours. “I most definitely do.”

You dial down to room service and you order a pitcher of martinis and a charcuterie board.

While waiting for your drinks to arrive, you pull him to sit on the little couch with you. He asks about your life and he tells you about his. You nervously shift so that you are completely facing him. You can’t help but ask him the reason why he wanted to spend time with you.

He blushes slightly, shifts his body so he is mirroring you, and begins “I meant what I said about us seeing each other again. Not only are you beautiful, but I found you absolutely charming. I felt comfortable with you almost instantly. After you made me genuinely laugh, I knew I wanted more time with you.”

You bite your lip to contain your smile and look down. Joe lifts your chin with his finger and runs his thumb across your bottom lip. “I hope my answer was okay.”

You lean in and gently kiss his cheek. “Okay is the understatement of the year.”

___

You’re nearing the end of the pitcher of dirty martini’s you ordered and the both of you are delightfully buzzed. You send your friend a text saying that you will be staying in your room for the night if she needed you. You don’t dare tell her the reason why.

What started on your patio, has transitioned to the bed. The sun has set hours ago . You invited him to sit with you while you compared playlists on your phones. You playfully banter over who has better taste in music. He selects a softer song and you both lay down, slightly exhausted from the long day.

There are no words needed when you look up into his face. He turns his body so he is almost laying on top of you.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask him.

“That this has been the best day I’ve had in a while.” He smiles sweetly.

“Me too. I’m not ready for it to be over” You say while cradling his face, your lips just inches apart.

“The night may be ending, but you and I are far from over.” He leans down and softly presses his lips into yours.

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I took inspiration from the song “Oh, it is love” by Hellogoodbye :)

Sorry it’s so long!

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

APPLE x Park Jimin

[Vampire AU]

INTRO

Side Characters: ot7

Warnings: mentions of blood, violence, death, drinking blood, torturing, sex, porn, smut, killing, sharp objects.

....

20 years old.

I should be married already, but my father always supported me. He didn't wanted me to be unhappy and instead, he told me i should live a long life and try as many things I can before marriage, so i know what kind of man i want to belong with.

My mother was the opposite. I saw them fighting many times because of this matter. But now everything has changed.

My father died of cancer five months ago. My mother soon became indebted. All the money we had was used to help my father recover but, he died and now we don't have much left.

For that when mother said i should get married, i had no other choice. I couldn't do anything about it and i had to help her too. She was all I have now.

That's why I'm here now.

It was a long way from our house to the Salvatores mansion, i was quiet most of the time only talking when my mother reminded me of some etiquette and formalities i must follow when we get there.

Never once i looked at her in the eyes, i hated everything about this situation and sometimes I'd curse my father for leaving us, then I'd feel bad and cry again.

Instead of cursing my dads death, i chose to look at the window of the carriage. I used to love nature and being surrounded by it, how the trees looked so green and big, the flowers so colorful and beautiful. Now everything seems so blue and grey. Cold. Like death.

The trees are big but sad, the flowers are beautiful but I hate their smell and every time I look at the sky, it seems like a storm is about to fall.

- why are you wearing this dress? - my mother asked - I told you to wear the blue one, you'll look more pure and beautiful in it.

Pure.

- i don't like colors - I simply said. My eyes still not leaving the sad trees and gray clouds.

- you couldn't wear something normal at least today?

- what is wrong with the way i dress?

- you're always dressed like you're going to a funeral! - she suddenly exclaimed - it's months already, you should get over it.

- well maybe I just like the color, mother.

This time I look at her eyes, she avoids it. But I keep my eyes glued to her face. I notice how she trembled. The memory of fathers death still as clear as water.

Before I could say anything about it, the carriage stops.

The mansion is bigger than I thought, and i am supposed to live in here later? I'll lose weight just by walking from my room to the dining room.

A man soon approaches us, he's old and wear a typical worker uniform. Simple and neat. He escorted me and mother to the mansion, the walk from the gates to the door there's a fountain right in the middle of the path to the mansion. It's big enough fit at least ten people in it maybe more, there's flowers everywhere and I see some apple trees a bit further away from left.

As we enter the mansion a wooden smell fills my lounges, the house smell like men.

Disgusting.

Mother looks at me with disapproving eyes and scolds me, did I say that at loud? My bad.

The entrance is a big room with too big stairs one on each side of the mansion, in the middle there's a small stable with red roses on top of it. Further behind it is we're we follow, we turn right and the men announce our arrival before opening the door.

...

We've been sitting here in this room for hours, mother and mister Salvatore - my soon to be husband - are the ones doing the most talking. After all, she's the one who arranged everything.

There's nothing especial about him, he's much older then me, like a father. That thought makes my stomach do flips, but I try remain calm. Even if I wanted to, I could not express any other facial expression then my usual dead face.

- you two will live here in three days, correct? - mister Salvatore asked.

- yes, will get everything ready and in three days it should be done just fine - mother answered.

In three days me and mother will change our homes and start to live here, than in two months the official marriage will happen. Till then the preparations for the marriage will be happening, mister Salvatore wants a big ceremony and mother loves it, she gets all excited while I feel a crack inside my heart instead.

Little by little I feel a bit more dead.

Through the big windows I saw a storm did in fact start, it wasn't just a small storm it was a thunderstorm, and mister Salvatore notice it too.

- oh my, how unexpected - he said - did you too came in a carriage?

- oh, yes we did - mother said - we are gonna have to wait until it goes down a little before going home.

- do not worry lady ... - he said getting up from his seat in front of us - it could be dangerous for the two ladies, you can spend the night and go in the morning.

- if it does not bother you mister Salvatore - mother says fallowing his movements.

- it doesn't - he says - besides we will soon be a family.

- oh yes, mister Salvatore - mother said and thanked him.

The same man who escorted us here, waits for us at the door to show us our rooms for the night. No one says a thing while we walk in a long corridor, first stoping at the room for my mother.

She tells me a simple good night and reminder to not put my nose we're I'm not supposed to and to stay in my room. Then the man escort me to my room, while we walk through the corridor we pass an empty room with a big mirror wall and only a piano in the middle.

I look at it for some time, remembering how dad used to teach me how to play it until I eventually get better then him and end up teaching him instead. The memory makes me nostalgic, i bearly notice the man standing besid me.

- it used to be masters ex-wife piano - he said. - she used to play it everyday before she died, master couldn't get rid of it so he just left it there.

- I see.

- Let's go my lady. This will be your room.

He opened a door at the right for me. I thanked him and closed the door.

Once in my room I lay down in bed. Contemplating my wonderful life. My soon to be husband was once married, I knew that, mother made sure to tell me everything about it.

The only thing he wants from this marriage in exchange of all the fortune and anything I could wish for, he wanted a child. Since his ex-wife died before they could have a heir.

I could not wished more for death to take me.

With that thought I fell asleep. I dreamed of the piano, there's was a man playing. It wasn't just any men, his white silver hair shined even more with moonlight the came through the big windows, the strong wind making the curtains fly almost looking as if it was a dance.

He played beautifully until he stoped. His head slowly turning as he noticed my presence. I couldn't make up his face except for his eyes... red like rubies.

A nock on the door woke me up and I cursed who ever decided to interrupt my sleep so much, it was enough to write a book about it. Why is it they always do this at the most important parts of dreams?

- lady your dinner is here - a female voice said behind the door.

- come in.

The small girl holding a silver tray enter, she quickly puts the tray on the table in front the bed, there was two sofas and the table in the middle of them.

The room was so big it almost looked like a house it self.

She asked if I needed anything else but I quickly denied, wanting to be alone as soon as possible.

What kind of dream was that?

Doesn't matter, it was only a dream anyway.

...

3 days...

And i already want to kill myself.

Here I thought that once our debt was paid, mother would let me live my life. But, no. 3 days living in this mansion and she already bombarded me with marriage etiquette, what to eat and not eat. What to eat for better making baby.

I had to steal alcohol late a night so she wouldn't throw a tantrum because of me drinking one cup of wine.

How am i supposed to deal with this sober?

Later i found out that the piano room has been locked, every since i played the first time. When we moved Here 3 days ago, i just had that same dream again and couldn't go back to sleep. So I decided to play the piano. It helped me but the day after that the room was locked.

No one told me anything. I was left in the shadows again.

Now here I'm. Sneaking my way out of the room late at night, making sure I'm as quiet as possible as i walk down the corridor. My dear husband has a small room that is not used for anything, it looks like a meeting room. There a some bottles of wine and whisky there. And is the closest to my room.

I hear steps coming closer to my direction and make sure to hide behind another corridor at my right. An older staff is walks by and turns left.

Almost.

Once inside the meeting room i quickly make my way to the small table with alcohol on display, grabbing a bottle of wine just as quickly as i made myself in i leave. Walking faster this time as i hear voices close by.

Usually is quiet, why are so many staff ladies walking around this late?

My curiosity gets the best of me when I see one of them crying and another holding her, i make sure to hide as behind de wall as i try to hear what they are whispering.

- it... It tried to kill-kill me... - she was crying and shaking desperately.

- i told not to go there! Didn't master said too?! - the other scolded her.

Go where? Master... mister Salvatore?

- at least your not badly hurt - the other said - it would've killed you!

- let's just make sure that door stays locked and tell master tomorrow.

One of them parted ways while the other two stayed. I guess she is going to the door.

I did not have to think twice about it as i quietly followed her. The other option is to drink alone and depressed in my room. I'm craving a bit of drama.

It was hard to fallow her as i was trying not to get caught But, i manage to find what door she was talking about. Surprisingly it was close to my room. Hidden in the middle of a corridor, it looked like a room for a dispenser of materials or a basement.

I saw her closing the door with trembling hands. Then takes the key and put inside her pocket. I'll need that key if i want to open the door. But how do i get It?

She starts walking again and i fallow her.

She stops at the kitchen were she takes of her apron and put the keys down on the table, making her way to the stove to boil some tea.

Easy.

While she is distracted i walk on fours towards the table, slowly grabbing the keys from it. Once they are in my hands I walk back and run from there.

I feel so more alive now.

What is it behind that door? An animal maybe?

The fact that it was close to my room was even better, that way if they found me i could just lie and say i was taking a little walk since I couldn't sleep.

But no one found me.

And once I stood in front of the door i put my hands above it and my ear to try and hear anything from It, but nothing no sound. Quietly I opened with the key, it was dark so i had to grab one of the candles that was in one of the small tables on the side of the corridor. Then i made my way in and closed the door.

A chill went up my night gown, it was cold in here. Walking a little there was a stair to go down and so I went. The candle in my hand bearly doing anything to illuminate, i held on my dress trying not to fall. Once I was there i saw nothing.

There was nothing.

But a cell.

And a small boy inside of it.

He wore white, his clothes were big on him and looked dirty. What is this?

Slowly I approached him using the candle to see him better, he didn't move at all. Was he...

- hey... little boy... - i tried to call him softly but he still didn't move.

I had to do something. Putting the candle down on the floor I tried to opened the cell, it was so old the once i forced enough it opened. Quickly I made my way inside to check on the boy but, the closer i got he didn't seem so small anymore. He looked more like a man now. Was it because of the light?

Regardless of it i made my way to him, once my hand touched his check i immediately felt it. Cold.

- he is...

What in the world is happening Now?!

- humm...

- what?

He made a sound? It was so quiet i almost didn't hear it.

- are you okay? - i held his face with both hands, he was breathing.

- humm...

He looked like he was in pain, and his skin was so cold. I quickly took off my sleep cover gown, it was thin but i just acted instantly covering him with it.

Slowly he stared to open his eyes.

- don't worry little boy I'll help you - i said, still holding him.

- help... me? - he said, his voice was low and dry. - cold... so cold...

He cried falling back, i held him so he wouldn't hit his head wich end up with his face deep in my neck.

- don't worry... I'll get out so you can get warm...

- ha ha .. ha

He started to laugh.

- I'm so hungry...

His arms closed around my waist holding me tight. It took me a while to realise what was going on, he was so strong I could bearly move an inch. With one hand he kept me in front of him and straddle my thighs, holding my face with his other hand he looked at me in the eyes.

- i knew you would come.... - he smiled and then i saw it. Red eyes.

That was the last thing he said before he sank his teeth into my neck. The pain was something out of this world, it just hurts so bad it makes you wanna cry. And I did. Blood and tears were dropping from my skin at the moment, although he no longer held my arms I couldn't do anything to stop him. He was too strong.

I tried. Punched him, scratched him he didn't move. The sound of his groans and low moans every now and then as if this was the best meal he ever had.

My mind was going in circles. I didn't have strength to fight back anymore. So I just lied there helpless.

- sorry darling... i didn't meant to take so much from you. - he said, his red eyes staring into mine - but you just happened to be so delicious.

Next?

Sorry for any grammatical errors hehe 💖😅.

[catchyhuh]

What about other relationships? And I mean it also in the platonic way? Do you have any headcanons for each pair? :)

i would LOVE to elaborate and you know i would but the reality is that there's. 24 other combinations here and i really have thought of every individual one to a degree in both a romantic and platonic sense but the only one that's like. damn near ONLY platonic to me is fujiko and jigen and frankly it's interesting so i think we'll hit that point first 

i’m just going to say it. the reason fujiko and jigen are so bitter towards each other is because they’re so alike. i mean obviously fujiko isn’t learning sick ass trick shots and jigen isn’t taking advantage of what god gave him and all but i mean in a psychological sense. they’re both very slow to trust, they think only idiots would trust THEM (major exceptions being lup and goe), and see vulnerability as something stupid and precious at the same time. also they’re both very much in theft for the money of it more than the thrill (although the thrill is def a factor for them both, they get very smiley during insane car chases and shit) WHICH unfortunately leads to the major clash between them: Dude What the Fuck That’s MY Shit

the main difference is that fujiko gets away with her betrayal, almost always, and jigen, as evidenced by his many, MANY exes, can’t really seem to cut clean ties with the people who he just doesn’t need anymore. multiple characters have insisted jigen has “softened up” since meeting lupin, and while he doesn’t seem offended by the accusation, maybe even grateful that he’s not the type of person he was before, fujiko’s never had that push FULLY come to shove, or she just… wasn’t deterred by it like he was. they both KNOW they’re bad people, and they’ve both accepted that to various degrees but in. slightly different ways. and maybe that’s part of why they clash too, just from fujiko not seeing a need to change vs jigen being very sure that he needs to-- and beyond that, maybe he’s jealous because she’s achieved a level of guarded emotions that jigen clearly hasn’t reached, based on how easy it is for people to read himIs any of this making sense. be honest. 

the two of them are surprisingly more content working together than they aren’t! if it’s “we ran into fujiko and oopsies haha i gave her the crown jewels :P” then yeah fighting starts but when it’s a job job, they almost always put aside their differences with ease. they’re both at least smart enough to realize each other’s capabilities, and when fujiko tells jigen to cut that wire, or jigen tells fujiko to swerve left, they’re not going to just IGNORE each other on that front! it’s something neither of them would say, and jigen would vehemently deny while fujiko would dismiss the subject altogether, but… yeah, they WOULD die for each other. of course, that doesn’t mean they LIKE each other, and they’re not often going out of their way to do things for one another, but it’s an interesting dynamic. like, i can barely tolerate you, but i respect you, and if only because someone else cares about you, i care. 

IT’S REALLY STRANGE like. it’s kind of like. when you have an ex-friend who liked a certain thing, and then you see like a t-shirt with that thing on it, or smell their favorite food when you walk into a cafe, and you think, “man, if we were still friends, i’d tell them i just thought of them” but, you can’t, because you aren’t still friends. fujiko and jigen are kind of like that, but without there ever being a true “friendship” period? the funny thing is both of them have managed to indirectly give the other gifts at LEAST once because they’ll be with one of the other two and go “one time i heard jigen say he likes those ties but i think the color is so dull it wraps around into being eyesearing” and “fujiko keeps saying she thinks the dupes of this purse are ugly and ‘do a disservice’ to the original but really i think they both look like shit” and then when it’s their birthday and they get this very specific thing they wanted theyre like. omg! you know me so well goemon!! i don’t even remember talking about this with you actually,

i don’t know IT’S JUST INTERESTING IT’S ALL SUPER INTERESTING TO ME. i love dissecting every tiny move they make when working together but i think my FAVORITE thing they’ve ever done together is when fujiko was stressed about lupin and goemon fighting (didn’t end up being anything severe i mean this was part 2 after all lol) and jigen just kind of leveled with her and was like “hey dude its cool. just chill out over there, they wont actually hurt each other, y’know, so like, you want a cigarette?” and she paused and was like. “yeah actually, i would” and it was as simple as that. it would’ve been easy for fujiko to snap about him assuming how she felt about this, or for her to even tease him about being worried for her sake, and it would’ve been easy for jigen to ignore fujiko’s obvious discomfort and maybe even silently enjoy it, but he didn’t, and she didn’t. and when the two of them wrapped up, jigen called her attention to tell her it was over. maybe it’s just left such an impact on me because of how relatively early in the franchise a moment like this happens, and i know i said earlier that them working together during times of crisis is interesting, but really, this is such a small thing in comparison, where it WASN’T a “we have to do this or we die” choice, but just a “we don’t have to make this suck for the other” simple decision. god i hope any of this makes sense

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headcannons of The vamp bois

long one kinda, also nsfw will be its separate post if i even post it. (Also if anyone wonders this is still set in 1987) ALSO JUST A WARNING THIS MOVIE IS NOTHING LIKE TWILIGHT AND IS WAY WAY DIFFERENT SO PLEADE PLEASE DONT MENTION TWILIGHT STUFF. (This is just little note to anyone who is new to this movie and has seen twilight) also my head cannons won’t involve laddie or star since i don’t like writing about little little kids and star isn’t my favorite character, but I might hint to them.

Tw: (slight self harm will be marked down.

David

pronouns: he/him

hes been turned for 2 years, and he was turned when he was 18.

hes the most serious, but cares about the others. they know that he cares for them even if he says he doesnt.

he dyes is hair every week and a half, that shit dead as fuck but hes dead anyways.

likes to get hugs but will never accept them with the others around or in public, since it makes him look weak.

He loves cats but can’t be around them since they don’t like him due to him being a vampire except for a few strays that stay near their hideout.

He hates Marcos birds that marco keeps in the hideout.

He has smoked since he was 12 due to his father smoking around him and leaving out a pack out in the open (80s sucked)

He sometimes stole some eyeliner or even eyeshadow to just test it out, but when marco and Paul stole a shit ton of eye makeup to fuck around he sometimes put on eyeliner or eyeshadow.

He is very very territorial to the hideout when people near that he doesn’t want to kill or turn.

He has cuddly moments and when alone with someone he loves he will be cuddly and won’t let his love leave his arms until they need to eat, or go to the bathroom.

(Tw Self harm)

He has scars from an accident as a kid when he wanted to see how sharp each knife was in his dad’s collection. (He took many of the knifes that he used when he disappeared)

Also his grandpa was a veteran and had a whole knife collection and when his grandpa passed away his father got all the knifes.

When he feeds he is not very messy and won’t let a drop waste

IF ANYONE FUCKS WITH HIS BOYS THEY WILL BE ON SITE

Marco

Pronouns: he/they

Hes was turned at 17 and has been a vampire for a few months he is the newest member.

He has the least grip on his urge for blood and his vampire form. He does what he is doing in the GIF when ever he is around someone who’s blood smells delicious to him.

He has the strongest sense of smell out of the group which makes it harder for him to control himself.

He’s the shortest but don’t let that fool you. He’s very very aggressive at times and will start or add to fights.

He’s best friend is Paul. They always talk to each other and Paul is very very protective of him.

This little boy is very cuddly and handsy, if he falls in love and you’re near him he will hold them or they will hold him.

He is such a sweet ball full of love when he isn’t angry or overwhelmed with the smell of blood.

He loves when his hair is played with.

BIRDS THE ORIGINAL BIRD BOY

Part of the hideout area is just full of birds that he takes care of and Paul sometimes helps.

If he finds a person to love and they help him take care of the birds he will be weak in the knees for them.

Eyeliner, every day. Some days are more noticeable then other days.

Knows how to knit, sew, and crochet. He fixes the others clothes if they have holes in them, and sometimes makes gloves to just wear on his own.

Oh and he has a slight stubble on his face, it’s barely noticeable but he doesn’t want his facial hair that noticeable.

When he feeds it’s a huge mess. Blood will be all over his chin and it will drip down to his shirt

Dwayne

Pronouns: he/him might try she/her

Turned when he was 19 has been turned for 1 year and 9 months

THE MOTHER OF THE GROUP

He is like a momma bird to his little baby birds. He’s protective and since they can eat human food if they ever want human food he quickly goes to get it.

He can make jewelry and makes most of his earring’s. (He made the one that david, and Paul is wearing in the Gif)

He doesn’t mind the birds in the hideout. They get a bit annoying but he likes them since their pets and it makes him feel some humanity is left in him.

He cuts the guys hair and his all the time when ever needed.

He has tried dying his hair since david wanted to. Let’s just say, that won’t ever happen again.

He always has slight facial hair. It’s not fully noticeable like david but can be visible.

This man wants a kid but can since he’s technically dead, so when ever he is around a kid that watches them he just smiles and waves at them. (Most of the time the parents see and quickly move the kid away 🥲)

He likes to wear bracelets and rings, but his least favorite thing to wear due to the California heat. A shirt. Confusing right since they l wear jackets. (I might get into that stuff later though)

He has a tattoo that he got from his older brother when he turned 18, it was his mothers name since she past away that year.

He is the sweetest of the group.

He’s the silent one though most of the time so he doesn’t really praise or say he loves you to his partner.

He just shows it though action. Like holding them, rubbing his face into their hair or neck like a cat. Or protecting them from any type of harm even just bugs.

He’s acts like a cat lion at times also. and he has claws so watch out.

When feeding he is the cleanest of them all. There is some blood on his face or chest but not a lot.

Paul

Pronouns: any he/him is mainly used since 1987

Turned when he was 17 he’s been turned for 1 year.

He is very very hyper and talkative.

He is a lot like a frat boy at times, and if you find that wrong you can fight me. Look up the definition and you’ll see.

He’s a lot like a golden retriever and you can’t tell me otherwise. He’s a hyper boy and is loyal once he finds the one.

He is the supplier for all the booze and alcohol they drink, even though alcohol can barely make them drunk.

Paul doesn’t care about the birds but help marco out since he will do anything for Marco.

He barely brushes his hair but when he does it takes him 3-4 hours to brush it and Dwayne has to help him due to how rare he brushes it.

He has tattoos. There are mostly stick and poke and random things but he’s recently got a tattoo for free and he got fangs and blood dripping down ironically.

When he finds a lover he is very very playful and likes to tease. He also love them very much and makes sure they know.

He loves his S/O and if they ever think he doesn’t he will prove it in many ways, from giving them cuddles, or the little devils tango to murdering someone for them, or if they are a vampire like him killing the person and bring the body to his S/O like a cat giving their owner it’s prey. (Sometimes the person is alive…)

He loves when his hair is brushed by someone else, that’s why he rarely brushes it, and if his s/o does it trust me he will get on his knees for them.

MESSY FEEDER he will have blood all over his chin chest sometimes will have it on his face. He doesn’t hold back when drinking blood.

All of them

If their s/o is ever okay with it and they are starving for blood they will drink a little from their s/o.

They are all down bad for a s/o who cares for them and will play with their hair.

They have their moments were they are rude or shut away but that’s normal for a teenage boy, or man that will be stuck as teenagers forever.

TEENAGE BOYS

Anyways they have that little day of a month when it special and it’s called heat, we won’t get into the nsfw shit, but when that happens they will want to hold you, and they all have heat at the same time basically. 1 after the other.

Paul gets clingy but quiet, david gets clingy and very very talkative, Dwayne clingy and territorial, marco agressive clingy boy.

They all have their issues and problems that can be harder to deal with every day.

Paul has the issue of being very very energetic to the point where he might hurt someone.

Marco has bad bad anger issues.

Dwayne goes into silent spells and won’t talk to anyone and won’t voice his needs, and might even disappear.

David has anger issues and the need to control. He has this power greed issue where he will be agressive to anyone who he sees under him or weak during this time so nobody is safe.

None of them asked for this, and don’t like being a vampire secretly, some days they just need loving. They need to be held and reassured. Since their life got taken from them by a SHIT PERSON WHO I HATE.

ALSO they all have long tongues and they are a lot like a snakes tongue. I’ve read somewhere about that and Marco cleaned his face with his so after feeding I can imagine most of them cleaning their chins with their tongue, except Dwayne he uses a cloth.

ANYWAYS that’s is really. They have their ups and downs they are sweet boys and just need love. Have a good day to who reads this.

[devlsgate]

𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

｡ ⋆🕷 ─ ⛧ a/n: i had this fic idea/drabble in my head for a long while, and i havent written angst in a long time so bear with me pls. this is also largely inspired by how much geralt changed in the netflix adaptation vs witcher 3. i hope you enjoy c:

｡ ⋆🕷 ─ ⛧ warnings: sfw, slightly angst, minors/ageless dni!

i think about a geralt fic where the reader’s character both loves and hates geralt, but not in an enemies that lust for each other way. i think of the readers character as someone who grew up with geralt, both into their teenage years and as a witcher, and through the years they have seen every stage of geralt there has been, that there is.

they’ve seen how he went from the immature, cold, and reckless man to the slightly less cold, calculated, and somewhat kind man he is now. but even through all of that, he has times where he knows exactly what to say to hurt people, even those he knows and is somewhat liked by just because of a petty disagreement. moments where he is cold to those who call themselves his friend, and then go about as if he hadn’t said anything, as if he hadn’t thrown sand in the eyes of his companions.

there are moments where he can be nice, where he allows to the world to get a glimpse of the person he is underneath the shell, the person who acts as an encouraging figure to so many around him, a brother to others.

the reader tells him this one day, about how they feel about him, about how much they care about him but sometimes he can be a right asshole to those around him. sure, they have their friendly insults that they throw around with each other while in petty banter, but geralt is known for the venom in his words when he is upset with someone.

and geralt is stunned, in silence, he has known for a long time how his words may come across, he could see the way someone’s body would flinch or tense after something he said, but he never thought much further into it because later they would come to him with a smile on their face and they would pretend as if nothing happened so he assumed all was well.

but the way you spoke to him, he could see the sincerity of hurt in your eyes, and he couldn’t stop thinking of what he could have said to cause such a reaction in you. and he hated it, gods, he did. he hated that he could hear the tremor in your voice, and the smell of salt from the tears you refused to drop in front of him.

he thought about what had happened that day, the mission that had gone wrong because of a mistake you had made, but even though he knew now that it was more insignificant than how he made it out to be, he remembered how he had yelled, not loudly, but the tone he had used with you was harsh, and in that moment he had never regretted opening his mouth more. he knew that simply apologizing wouldn’t be enough, and that you wouldn’t be obligated to forgive him, but god he was. he did not mean to make you, or anyone important to him feel that way, but he had regardless, and for once in his life he was unsure if he could fix something he had done, rectify the relationships he had formed, or if it was already too late.

[salty-dracon]

rain code vivia and yakou dlc reactions

Vivia DLC

Of course Vivia immediately starts pulling some poetry. Unlike the FE Engage characters in that game's DLC, he seems like the kind of guy who would actually do it. Fuck it, he did! All game!

And here I thought he discovered a corpse. Nope, he's just trapped in an elevator with a generic Aetheria schoolgirl.

Someone in my building was trapped in the elevator a few months ago. I went out for a grocery run while hearing a man talking, then realized he was talking on the phone. When I got back, I saw the same guy, with a bunch of firefighters. When I asked them what had happened, they said that someone had been trapped in the elevator! And the elevator in this building is particularly small, cramped, and unsafe. I felt so bad for him.

Vivia you are NOT helping.

We put two emo asses in a room with no one else around. Stick around to see how it goes.

Emo to emo communication. They are actively making each other worse.

Wow, Vivia really did not like being a detective. He came here for no reason.

A building from which many suicides have happened.

goofy naruto run

Let's greentext this.

A woman in a red raincoat is a famous Japanese premise for a ghost story.

She was almost hit by a speeding car, yet didn't die.

No one lives in the building, yet the woman says she lives there.

The woman is surprisingly emo, saying she likes to "observe life" and that Vivia has "the smell of death".

We can conclude that the woman is a ghost.

The real twist of this DLC was that the evil scary ghost was actually very kind after all! She just wanted to save people from committing suicide! That's so kind of her.

I was wondering what "they" would look like. And "they" is just legitimately a ton of evil grabby hands. Someone get the cat nun in here, she'll kill their asses in the name of God.

The real real twist of this DLC is that Vivia can turn into a ghost! Wait, we already knew that.

There's something funny about what's going on here being legitimately a very emo sort of story about life and death, and the only thing keeping the emo guy from going full emo is a sopping wet dog of a dad.

This was a real Bungou Stray Dogs episode of a DLC. The only thing missing is a multimillionaire.

Yakou DLC

I theorized before that the reason they asked you to finish the game before you picked up this DLC was that this one directly referenced Raincode's endgame twists, which were that every citizen in Kanai Ward had a homunculus made from their body, but those homunculi went berserk and murdered the original residents, before unknowingly replacing them, over the course of a week. My theory was that since this DLC features a young, beardless Yakou, that he somehow survived the onslaught. There's a scene in Chapter 4 where Yakou's spirit talks to Yuma and Vivia, but both reason that it couldn't have happened since Yakou was not technically dead at that point, so they weren't sure who it was. I wonder, given this information, if the voice could have been the original human Yakou, who was hiding in the ceiling of the lab of his wife's murderer and who could tell, based on how the other detectives were acting, that all of them deeply cared about his homunculus version.

Anyway, we'll see if my crack theory is true or not! Because I suspect it might be!

... Or it could be that the DLC starts out with the deteriorated homunculus Yakou in the emaciated Restricted Area lab after his death in Chapter 4.

Oh, he's trudging. Oh, he's trudging!

Aww, this is after he gives the disc to Yuma. Awwwwww.

Weird that they used some 2D drawings traced over the other detectives' 3D models instead of just taking screenshots of the 3D models.

*FALLS DOWN THE STAIRS EXTREMELY VIOLENTLY*

oh my god, his wife has the fucking goku drip jacket

fuck being a zombie. return to wife

I did the math and Yakou's paying less in rent for his office than I'm paying for my apartment.

Everything that goes down in this town always happens at Golden Path cafe. Or the hotel cafe.

This is surprisingly deep lore about Chapter 5.

It's fun to see these two on a date. Golden Path Cafe is literally my favorite building in the whole game, and that's because it's pretty. (I should go drink some coffee at my local plant cafe...)

You could literally see Yakou going SHITFUCKDAMMIT the moment his client walked into the room

Literally what's with detective games and giving their main characters, grown adults, child badges that they got when they were kids and still wear as adults???

OH. OH WELL THAT CHANGES THINGS...

I still don't get the full context of the ending. Yeah, that medicine means that there's hope for Kanai Ward's zombified homunculi, but does that make Yakou's wife in this scene a zombie who regenerated, a ghost, a human who escaped the onslaught, a living homunculus of his dead human wife, or even his own wife who survived her assassination?

I think I get it. Maybe. That medicine could regenerate the zombified Yakou. Then he could take over her research and create enough to save all of Kanai Ward's zombies. But that still doesn't explain who his wife is in that scene. I think it's a ghost.