#hehhehehe i would never

[aceinacloset]

More CB and Liz doodles, this time featuring the funtimes.

An Au concept where afton injects Elizabeth's Remnant into a bidybab model, she is, uh less then thrilled about it.

Elizabeth's two moods

Liz adopts the funtimes as her new family

Some ideas of forms my Elizabeth takes

Ft. Foxy's interactions with CB and Liz

CB being hypervigilant to the point it is scary and concerning

Ft. Freddy and Ballora giving Liz some much needed hugs.

[puppyeared]

Wyrm on a string

[bumblingbabooshka]

Just watched Ex Post Facto: Tom Paris’ Cycle

[prttykittes]

A birthday post for Scara :3, pretty late but whatever!! (⁠=⁠^⁠ｪ^⁠=⁠)

cw.incest(step or not), Afab!Reader, brother/sibling, anal sex, rough sex, reader turns 18 and Scara is 20, age gap(2 years), painful at first, mind breaking, cheating

notes: Hehhehehe, tbh anal sounds scary, like it probably feels like a big poop is in you or small poop depending on the size.

Your eyes roll back, your face roughly shoved in the pillow, how did you end up like this? Well, after you turn 18, he got your gifts and he had another present for you. It turns out that he wanted to fuck you, you were weirded out at first but he was your brother and older so he would know about sex, right? He said that boys like girls who virginity is still there not gone, you were confused how else was he going to fuck you? He said anal, you never heard of it, now your here. Ass up, your face down as his dick slides in and out of your hole, it was painful at first, your heart was racing and it felt hard to breathe. After some moments it felt good, your asshole was clenching around his dick so nicely! You scream in pleasure, he laughs and grips your hair, pulling your head up. He leans towards your face, his tongue touches your tongue. He begins to roughly make-out with you, his lips smashing against yours. You moaned into his mouth as his other hand spanks your ass. It made your hole clench, it felt so good! Everytime he would pull out, you felt empty and you whined for his dick to be in you! “My anal slut, aren't you gorgeous” he whispers in your ear, you let out a loud moan at name-calling and his dick, you felt his dick hit a spot really deep in you. Your legs tremble as his other hand went down your clit, he rubs and pinches it as he fucks your asshole, he slaps your cunt before grabbing your hips with tow hands, he goes faster. Your toes curl as your legs stop moving, your head goes limp as you squirt, you bite your lower lip. He grunts before he fills your asshole up with his white seed, he kisses syour ear before he pulls out. Some cum landing in your ass, he laughs and he rubs your back. Maybe, you should just let him take your virginity, I mean….

[awearywritersworld]

how do you think uraume would react to reader? because I think their interaction, with or without sukuna, would be really funny.

oooooooooo!!! i kinda feel like this would actually be a bit of a heated moment???? maybe i'm just a uraume hater tho lmao

tags/warnings: cursing. protective!sukuna. 400 words.

you and sukuna are sitting so closely that your thigh is pressed to his, even though the park bench you're both occupying offers more than enough space.

there's a chill in the air, but your hands are wrapped around a cup of hot chocolate, something sukuna insisted you get to help you stay warm.

you're prattling on about the manga you just finished, and he's asking you questions every now and then. it's something you appreciate, because while you know the actual story does little to interest him, he still cares about it because you do.

suddenly the chill in the air seems to intensify and your words die in your throat when someone materializes in front of you.

"sukuna-sama."

"...uraume?"

they're gazing at sukuna so intently and their eyes seem to glint upon hearing their name from his lips. looking between the two of them, you try to recover from your initial shock.

"sama?" you question, your voice laced with humor. "you?"

uraume's gaze lands on you for the first time, and you realize that they hardly noticed you were even there until now.

"you dare question sukuna-sama's nobility and power?" they sneer, flames dancing in their irises. "when you are nothing more than a mortal i could easily crush?"

just as you register that this situation is not one which calls for thoughtless quips, sukuna is gone from your side.

his body moves in front of yours protectively, easily knocking away uraume's outstretched hand.

his voice is resolute when he speaks. "she is not to be touched."

sukuna had valued uraume's unyielding loyalty in the past, but with you in the picture, all it does is serve to evoke his nerves.

immediately, uraume's knee meets with the ground as they kneel before him. "i apologize, master, for i was not aware."

despite their words, you still feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up. their irritation and jealousy over being scolded because of a human seeps from their body and mingles with yours.

your hands grips sukuna's arm as you peer around his side and nervously apologize. "s-sorry. i was just joking around—"

"not helping," sukuna sighs.

"right!" you squeak, disappearing behind his broad back once more.

though his cautious eyes do not leave uraume, sukuna reaches for your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

he can't help but wonder why now, of all times, his past has decided to catch up to him.

hehheheh thank you for asking this nonnie! i do think there would be quite a bit of humor between these two once they become acclimated to each other.

it would definitely take uraume forever to warm up to reader, especially since reader likes to poke fun sm, but they'd never outwardly show it bc they can't bear the thought of displeasing sukuna.

then the day that uraume finally banters back with reader she'd be over the moon about it lmfao bc i think she'd kinda make it her mission to be friends w them and acclimate them to the modern age.

i'm also thinking about how uraume's eyes would absolutely bulge out of their head when they realize what's contained in reader's necklace.

[chairofchaos]

51 pls bestieee - maybe a neschei 👀👀 or azris

(hehhehehe)

This does contain prompt 1, but prompt 51 had too much potential with Azris for me to let it go. Since you have given me such latitude in what I write for you, I offer you a work with two of my favorite pieces of music. This is what I listened to (and imagined them dancing to!) while I wrote this drabble. Also, it is slightly over 1000 words but I'm still counting it as a drabble. Enjoy!

xxx

Still, They Dance | Azris Drabble

The music of the chamber orchestra drifted out to meet them on the front steps of the event hall. The last of the guests had trickled out the door, but Eris Vanserra still wanted one thing out of his mating ceremony.

“May I have this dance?” he turned to offer a hand to the male standing at his side. Azriel turned, lowering his hand raised in parting to their guests, and smiled. 

“You’ve had many,” Azriel grinned, placing his hand in Eris’. “And I would never deny you another.”

Eris turned, guiding Azriel back inside. “I lied when I told you I hired them for four hours. They’re here until midnight, or until we get tired.”

Azriel’s shadows swirled about their hands, but their master said nothing, seemingly lost in his thoughts.

“Did you enjoy it all?” Eris broke the silence as they approached the ballroom’s doorway.

“Yes,” Azriel nodded. “More than I even thought I would. Did you?”

Eris grinned as they stepped into the candlelit hall. “More than I can express.”

As they returned, the harpist’s opening arpeggio led the instrumentalists in a beautiful, arching piece of music. Eris placed a hand on Azriel’s shoulder and smiled. Azriel leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Eris’ temple as the music grew and breathed about them. “Ready?” he whispered. One of his hands settled at Eris’ waist, the other lifting Eris’ free hand into position.

 Eris smiled, though Azriel couldn’t see him. “Always.”

They began to dance, Azriel leading them through the steps of the dance they had first danced publicly the previous spring at Nyx’s fifth birthday party. The music was over far too soon, but when the couple continued the steps, the conductor queued the musicians to begin the piece again. 

Three, then four times, they danced around the room, losing themselves in the music and the harmony of each other, a quiet camaraderie that had built between them in secret over the last seven decades. 

No words were said. None were needed. This, the arching give and take of the violin and the harp, the longing of their music come to fruition at last, said all they needed to say.

Once the piece had been played until each time had bled together into an extensive, living thing, they stilled in the center of the room. The music’s final cadence faded, and the musicians hesitated a moment before continuing with a new piece. 

Azriel’s hand at Eris’ hip had slowly moved to his lower back, pressing them closer and closer as they danced. Now, they stood, facing each other with chests brushing as they simply breathed in, and out, and in once more. 

Eris broke their stillness, moving to pull his hand from Azriel’s, but Azriel gripped his hand tight with a broad smile. “One more.”

Eris nodded, cheeks flushing a deeper pink. “One more.” 

Azriel pulled him closer, resting his cheek against Eris’ before beginning to lead him in a slow dance, hardly moving at all beyond the gentle swaying of their bodies. 

Eris willed the flames of the candles to dim slightly, casting the room in a fainter glow. His thoughts wandered. He and Azriel were mated, pure and simple. The bond was accepted. They would never be separate again. And Eris was filled with an immense gratitude with the male who recognized that Eris would dance until the end of time, if he could.

The dates of their courtship had been varied, but steadily, one thing had become a tradition. On Saturday nights, Azriel would take Eris dancing. It didn’t matter where, or what kind, but Azriel would dance with Eris in taverns, dance halls, alleys outside restaurants they ate at where a quartet played, even rooftops, when they had been courting in secret. They danced.

After their first night spent together, instead of going to sleep, Azriel had all but insisted that they dance ‘just one dance’, and so they had, one, then another, and another, dancing in embers of firelight kept alive only through Eris’ will until dawn broke. 

“I love you,” Eris whispered. He felt Azriel’s smile against his cheek before he heard the answering “I love you.” 

He pulled back, just enough to see Azriel’s half hooded gaze fixed on him, before drawing Azriel in for a kiss. Azriel held him, swaying all the while. Shadows drifted lazily about their shoulders, a physical manifestation of the bond which tied them together.

“To the rest of our lives,” Azriel whispered.

“Forever,” Eris answered. Azriel’s smile grew wider, and he reached up to his neck to grab Eris’ left hand. He pulled it to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to Eris’ wrist, then a longer one to his palm. All the while, he held Eris’ eye contact. Eris could feel the flush growing on his cheeks, the temperature between and around them slowly starting to warm as his blood stirred. 

It had been a long day, and it would be a long night. Azriel pressed a kiss to Eris’ mating ring before pressing one last long kiss to his palm and stepped back, tilting his head. ‘Time to Go?’ his gaze asked.

Eris nodded. “Thank you.” 

Azriel smiled.  “You never need to thank me for loving you.” 

Eris smiled in return. Azriel swept Eris into his arms, wrapping them in his wings and kissing him. Eris leaned into his muscular mate, hands fisting in his tunic. Azriel cradled his face in his hands, tilting his head to deepen their kiss before they broke apart, panting.

“I love you,” Eris said.

“I love you, too,” Azriel grinned, kissing him again. Then he began to slowly walk them towards the door, pressing kisses all over his mate’s face as he did so.

“Thank you!” Eris called in the direction of the musicians. They said nothing, but Eris could hear them begin to talk quietly among themselves. It sounded as though they were amused.

“Let them talk,” Azriel murmured. “Let’s go.”

Eris laughed. “Alright, alright. Come on, you big Illyrian baby. Let’s go to bed.”

Azriel pulled back, his darkened eyes filled with affection. “To bed.”

It was not an end, but a beginning. The ceremony had been the end of a movement in an orchestration that would last centuries, through the phrases and phases of life. And all the while, come high or low, they would dance.

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[goldfades]

✮ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐢 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | prologue jump then fall au

au masterlist! masterlist!

♡ ─ word count | 1.7k

♡ ─ summary | adam was resisting the idea of hiring a nanny despite luca's insistence that paloma needed one. they met with a potential nanny who had good credentials and reviews. they decided that cece may be the right person to care for paloma, even if it would take time for adam to fully trust her.

♡ ─ warnings | mention of a troubled past, the hard time opening up, nothing else really!

♡ ─ taglist | TBD! let me know if you want to be in the JUMP THEN FALL AU!

♡ ─ ev's notes | oh my gosh, i haven't been this excited for an AU in a while. i have been so de-motivated for so long and i'm so happy that i'm finally back on my grind LMAO!! but on another note, thank you v @drysdalesv for helping me with this au, i love you and you're so amazing and creative HEHHEHEH. anyway, enjoy!!!

"Adam, come on." Luca sighed as he leaned his head back in annoyance. "She's two, she can't survive on her own and you can't take her to every practice, or game."

Adam sat on the couch of his brand-new apartment as he listened to his brother trying to convince him to get him a nanny. He's been trying ever since the move and he understood why but he wasn't sure he was ready. "People are weird these days, Luca, I'm not gonna just hire someone off the street-"

"Adam, there are websites, background checks and so much more. You're not gonna hire some random person to take of her, I get it, but what do you expect?"

Adam, torn between his protective instincts and the practicality of the situation, sighed. "I know, Luca, I just… I've never been comfortable with the idea of strangers around Paloma. She's my everything."

Luca leaned forward, his voice gentle but firm. "Look, I get it, man. But we can't do this alone. You've got a career to focus on, and I've got my own life to manage, I can't be driving up here everyday and mom and dad have their work. We both love her, but we can't be with her 24/7."

Adam ran a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. He knew Luca was right, Paloma was his top priority, and his hockey career demanded a lot of his time. It was his dream but he had to make sacrifices sometimes.

"I know, I know. It's just… What if something happens? What if the nanny isn't right for her?" He's heard the stories of those crazy nannies who abuse their power and doesn't even know what he'd do if anything like that happened to Paloma.

Luca put a reassuring hand on his brother's shoulder. "We'll find someone who's perfect for her, someone we can trust. And we'll be there to oversee everything. Paloma deserves a chance to socialize, learn, and grow."

Adam nodded, the corners of his lips lifting slightly as he scoffed playfully. "You always know how to talk me into things, Luca."

Luca grinned happily. "That's what brothers are for, right?"

Adam glanced at his draft photo on the wall, picture of him holding Paloma in his arms, both of them wearing matching smiles on the second best day of his life. It was a simple reminder that Paloma's happiness and well-being were his top priorities. And the more he thought about it he realized that maybe, just maybe, he could find someone who would fit perfectly into their little family.

"Alright, Luca. Let's start looking for a nanny."

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The air was warm and the scent of flowers filled the outside area of the Cafe Adam had chosen to meet with the new nanny one of his new teammates had told him about. She was around his age, maybe a bit younger, and was currently a student at Ohio State. She seemed like an ideal fit, with a schedule that matched Adam's needs—available Monday through Saturday from 9 am to 2 pm, perfect for morning practices. She also had many positive reviews from previous employers.

Seated outside, Luca observed his brother, who repeatedly checked his phone. Luca couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. "What?"

"She's late," Adam replied, his anxiety evident. He was usually laid back but right now, Luca could tell he was nervous.

"Since when do you care about punctuality? And it's rush hour, she's probably stuck in traffic." Luca replied as he tried to calm the boy down. She was the fifth nanny they'd met with in the span of a few weeks and he still hasn't found a match. Practice was going to start next week and this girl just had to be the right fit or he wouldn't know what else to do.

Adam tried to calm his nerves, playing with his keychain to try and calm his nerves. "Yeah, you're probably right. I just want this to work out, you know? Paloma deserves the best."

With an encouraging smile, Luca affirmed, "And she'll get it, Adam. We'll find the perfect fit for her, someone who'll love her like we do."

Adam nodded, appreciating his brother's reassuring words. He knew Luca was right; they would eventually find the perfect caregiver for Paloma, someone who would care for her as if she were their own.

Just as Adam was about to voice his concerns about the potential nanny's tardiness again, the cafe's entrance door chimed, and a young woman stepped inside. She scanned the outdoor seating area, her gaze locking onto the table where Adam and Luca sat. With a friendly smile, she approached them, her demeanor friendly and sweet.

She was pretty; that was the first thing Adam thought as he looked at her. She had a backpack on and it was obvious she had just come from a lecture, she looked the tiniest bit of tired but Adam thought that made her somewhat more attractive.

"Adam, Luca?" she inquired, her voice warm and welcoming. "I'm so sorry for being a little late, I got stuck in traffic on the way here."

Adam couldn't deny that Cece had a certain charm about her, and he appreciated her honesty. "No worries, Cece," he replied, offering her a warm smile. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Adam, and this is my brother, Luca."

Luca also greeted her with a friendly nod and smile. "Good to meet you, Cece."

Cece settled into the chair across from them, her backpack placed beside her. She seemed at ease, and her friendly demeanor put Adam's initial concerns to rest. It was important that the person they chose to care for Paloma was not only qualified but also someone she could feel comfortable around. The fact that Cece had come straight from a lecture also signaled to Adam that she was hardworking, which he appreciated.

"So, you go to Ohio State?" Luca mumbled playfully as he looked down at his Michigan sweatshirt. Cece let out a soft laugh at that and nodded.

"Yup, buckeye through and through." Cece faked a southern accent which made them both let out a soft chuckle, "Well not really. My entire family has went to Michigan, I'm the first to break the tradition."

As the conversation flowed, Adam couldn't help but steer it towards the topic that mattered most to him—Paloma. He had to know if Cece could connect with his daughter. With a warm smile, he began, "So, Cece, have you worked with toddlers before?"

Cece nodded, "Yeah I have. I worked with a toddler last year but they moved. I also have a little brother and some nieces and nephews.” A smile engulfed her face as she mentioned her family and Adam couldn’t help but be drawn to her genuine warmth. 

"That's wonderful," Adam replied, his own smile growing. "Family means everything to us, and Paloma is like our little princess." 

Luca chimed in, "She's a sweet kid, but she's been through a lot. We want to make sure she's comfortable with whoever takes care of her." Adam couldn’t help but stiffen at the mention of their hardships. He looked down at the table.

Cece sensed the change in the atmosphere as soon as Luca mentioned Paloma's hardships. She couldn’t help but wonder exactly what those were but she wasn’t going to ask anytime soon, it was obvious the wound was still fresh.

"I understand," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "Paloma's comfort and happiness will be my top priorities. I'll do my best to create a safe and loving environment for her, so she can heal and thrive."

Adam, still struggling with the memories of the past year, nodded slowly. It was difficult for him to open up about their challenging journey and even Luca still didn’t know the entire story with him and his ex. 

Luca placed a reassuring hand on Adam's shoulder, silently letting him know that they were in this together, and that Cece might just be the right person to help them move forward as a family. 

Adam leaned forward, "That's what we want, someone who can give her love and security. She's the most important thing in my life." Cece could tell how much Adam loves Paloma and she admired that. Her gaze softened as he spoke, it was so heartwarming seeing a father so involved with his daughter. 

Cece met Adam's gaze with sincerity. "I promise you, Adam, Luca, I'll put my heart into making sure Paloma feels loved and safe."

In that moment, as they discussed their shared commitment to Paloma's well-being, Adam felt a sense of hope he hadn't felt in a long time. Cece's warm and genuine personality made him believe that they might have found the perfect person to care for his daughter. Sure, it’d take a while for her to fully gain his trust, (if ever), but he had hope for them.

As their conversation came to a close, Cece, still smiling warmly, glanced at her phone. "I hate to cut it short, but I have to head to my next class soon. Is there anything else you'd like to ask or talk about before I have to leave?"

Adam exchanged a quick look with Luca, silently before nodding. With a smile, he replied, "No, Cece, I think we're good. Thank you for coming to meet with us, and for your willingness to be a part of Paloma's life."

Cece's smile widened, and she stood up, picking up her backpack. "It was my pleasure, Adam. I'm really looking forward to getting to know her better.”

As Cece left the cafe, Luca turned to Adam with a grin. "I think we found our nanny, Adam."

Adam chuckled, a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Yeah, I think so too. She’s good.”

“That’s all you’re gonna say? She’s perfect, Adam.” He chuckled as he picked up the water and took a sip. “And she’s just your type.”

Adam rolled his eyes and groaned at Luca’s insinuation as he laughed. He wasn’t wrong, she is exactly his type and not just on paper, she was sweet and caring and- Adam stopped himself before he got too ahead of himself. “Remember what we both said not even two weeks ago?”

“No girls,” they said in unison and Luca let out a dramatic sigh. They had to focus on family and hockey, their main priorities before getting into any serious relationships. It was mostly Adam, though - after what happened with his ex he felt as if he couldn’t even think about relationships. Hockey and his family, more importantly Paloma, were his top priorities and love was simply a distraction. Right now, at least.  

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thank you for reading all the way through, as always ♡

[lil-elle]

omg hi can I please request boynextdoor as classmates?

Yesss I've actually been wanting to write about bnd for so long so thank youuu ♡♡

BOYNEXTDOOR as your Classmates

pairs: student!boynextdoor x gn!reader

genre: classmates au

word count: 530

content: just cute little classmate scenarios

a/n: something different hehhehehe

Jaehyun:

Definitely a class clown but also very likely to be class president

Wanting to keep the mood light because he knows how stressful school can get

Popular for his upbeat personality and his sensitivity 

Cries at graduation because he's actually scared to leave his friends and move onto the real world T-T

A lot of people had crushes on him but he cared more about friendships than relationships, he just wanted to be friends with everyone

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Sungho:

The mature one that everyone jokes he's actually like 25 and shouldn't be in school anymore

Super kind and charming, definitely has to turn down a lot of people

The type to help you study on the weekend even if it's his only free time

Athletic as hell (everyone knows he's ripped because of that one time he was playing volleyball and his shirt went up trying to spike the ball (everyone screamed))

Another class president candidate although he doesn't think he's a good enough leader

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Riwoo:

THE class clown (mostly makes a fool of himself but he doesn't care as long as people laugh)

Doesn't get very good grades though he insists he's trying his best

Actually super nice if you have a one on one with him and he actually gets quite serious and emotional

The type to buy you food without asking for it because he overhead that you left you lunch at home

The type to leave his friends and sit with you if he sees you sitting alone (he's always looking to make new friends)

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Taesan:

Intimidating quiet type that always has his earphones in

He'd spend his classes doodling while listening to music and somehow still ace every class

If you bothered him for anything he'd just glare at up you silently until you walked away

Truly, he's super nice. He's just awkward and doesn't realise how intimidating his face is, he's just a loner

A few people had crushes on (that charming intimidating type I guess) but none of them ever had the courage to tell him so he was convinced no one liked him

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Leehan:

Another quiet type but in more of a cute, shy, charming way

Smiled to himself a lot and people always stared because his smile is beautiful and precious

Would get super awkward if people tried talking to him, and if you complimented him or confessed to him he'd just stutter and blush like crazy 

The type everyone wants to protect

Really popular even though he never realised because he thought no one liked him

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Woonhak:

Somehow friends with literally everyone (even the teachers (he calls them by their first name))

You think he's super confident but if you complimented him he'd get really flustered and insist he's not all that great

Worked super hard in class but sadly didn't get the best grades and he was always bummed about it

Acted kind of like a parental figure even if he was younger than you, talking to the teacher for you if you were shy or anxious 

The type to carry you to the nurses office if you hurt yourself in any way (even if it was just a scrape)

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18 >:)

HEHHEHEH THANK U SM FOR SENDING THE PROMPT KATE ILY, SORRY I TOOK SO LONG!! This ask is following an ask game where u can send me prompts from here: https://www.tumblr.com/nightcolorz/735473060637016064/drabble-challenge-1-150?source=share and I’ll write a Drabble!!

this Drabble is about Louis and Lestat book verse some time around the pl era.

18- Get over it.

The following silence was thick, in that old cliched way. Those eyes were dark, pupils pointed, looking into me. I’d never felt he’d looked at me so intently, like he actually saw me. And he was furious. “Excuse you?” I spluttered, like a plain idiot. It didn’t bear repeating, of course I had heard him. I felt that if I heard him say those things again I’d simply die. “Get over it.” He summarized his earlier statement. “Get over it soon, or I assure you, you’ll find me as lost to you now as I was then.”

I was thankful that I didn’t laugh. “Get over it? Louis.” It was condescending of me to explain. “My darling boy, my precious Angel. Be serious. You watched me be killed and did nothing. You even helped the killer discard of my corpse! Forgive me if I have a lingering bitterness. I should be the one forgiving you! Actually, I have, remarkably, given you an infinite amount of grace. Is that not enough for you, my love?”

He said nothing, only glared at me with a coldness so severe I felt a chill go up my spine. After a beat he spoke, quietly, with a commanding force behind his voice strong enough to take me back. “The killer…” he echoed. “Don’t you mean Claudia? Our daughter? The little girl you ripped from her mother’s arms and forced into a life of damnation, tormented an innocent to our hell, then caged so utterly to you that her only mode of escape was to murder? That “killer”, you speak of? That killer who would have never killed if you had not raised her too! Against my will? And you dare be surprised that I tell you to get over it. You dare resent me when I could not save you from the consequences of what you had done. You blame me? You wonder why I chose that innocent over the devil who’d stolen her soul? You should be thankful for how I have chosen to be with you now, after it all. Is that not enough for you, my love?”

I was stunned. I knew somehow, deep down in my ignorant soul, that he was right in his reasoning, right to tell me what was what, as I was being rather petty and cruel with my blatant passive aggression concerning things so firmly in the past. I’d been taunting him, needlessly, implying his inadequacy for allowing my murder all those years ago. And he had fought back, so fiercely eloquent. This is what I thought on, how far away all this business was, and how removed the man in front of me was from the boy who had stood helpless and cried, as if capable of nothing else, while I begged for him, bleeding out on the floor. I expressed this. “You’ve changed.” And as the words left me I realized that they were not what he wanted to hear. 

“Haven’t I?” He affirmed. “Are you surprised that I don’t sit silently any longer and take your abuse?” I shrugged. “A little.” I said. “I don’t know why I am so awful, to you and in general. It’s like there’s something within me that compels me to be cruel and spiteful when all I really want is to be with you and to love you and for all of it to be forgotten and alright.” 

We locked eyes for a moment, simply and honestly, without fury. “I just want you Louis. I don’t care about the past, I don’t know why I choose to be angry. I am just, you’re right, a devil.” Louis frowned patiently. “No.” He said, to my surprise. “I don’t know that you are. We are only…we are both half stuck in that draw of the past, and we must free ourselves, because we are different now.” I was enamored with his words, their unusual optimism, and the apparent love he felt for me. It was so precious that this was how it was now. I almost wondered I was still bleeding out on that floor, and that this was some fantasy I’d conceived as my spirit fired off its last sparks within my preternatural body. If only I could stop disturbing this bliss with my inherent awfulness.

“You are not that devil who took Claudia’s life any longer.” Louis continued. “That creature would’ve yelled or stormed out and hit one thing or another at my words. No.” He almost smiled. “You’re something altogether gentler and easier to love.” I wanted to weep. “And you are” I began “You’re not my fledgling any longer, if you’d ever been so at all. You’re the vampire I could never be. And I’m honored to be permitted to stand by your side.”  He fully smiled now. “And I’m sorry…” I tasted the word on my tongue, sorry. “I’m sorry for how it used to be. For Claudia, for everything. I want it to be better.”

“Lestat?” He asked after a bit of contemplative silence. “Yes, my Louis?” My response was immediate. “Could you pass me that please.” He requested, gesturing to a lighter sat unassuming and domestically on a nearby table. “Of course.” And so I passed it to him, and he took it, only to ignite a candle that he used to light the words on the pages of his very worn addition of John Keats. I watched the flame flickering safely by his side, saw those green eyes reflected as I have many times, within the flame, and I wondered if creatures such as ourself were truly ever capable of change—or if rather we got very close before we inevitably repeated the same cycles in unending loops for all of time. “I’d be content to watch this fire burn forever.” I thought rather insanely, before I went towards him and took my place in the red velvet arm chair by his side. 

[luvrrszn]

Ok, this request is….something. but i’ve thought about for some time and would really like if you write it (if you don’t think that it’s weird and you’re comfortable!)

Basically, it’s an angsty one with a happy ending. Gabriella, who is in high school, is scared of coming out to parents, F!Reader and Miguel. It gets to a point that she slowly starts withdrawing from them. and one day she breaks down. F!Reader and Miguel, who have been worried about their baby girl, ask her what’s wrong and she finally comes out.

They both so accepting and loving of her at her confession, and swear that they would never love her less for who she loves.

a/n: anonnnnnn :' i'm so sorry for taking so long with this, i was just really unsure of how to go about this topic, and i still very much am. (for reference this has been in my inbox for MONTHSSS) this one's a short one, i rlly hope i didn't butcher ur req :' (not proofread btw...) (p.s. SEND IN MORE REQS GUYSS I LOVE THEM SM HEHHEHEHE and any qns at all, to get to know me, anything! <3)

you've noticed the odd behaviour. the always-hiding-in-her-room, keeping conversations short, closed-off behaviour.

your usually cheerful, full-of-energy daughter had become quiet , keeping to herself most of the time. at first, you thought it was normal. she was in high school after all, and growing up. maybe she just needed her space.

so you left her alone.

but as the days passed, she became more and more withdrawn, a complete opposite of the daughter you used to know. you were getting worried, as was miguel.

"what do we do? she won't talk to us, she barely even acknowledges us!" miguel asks, pacing around your shared bedroom. you sit on the edge of your bed, hands in your lap. you too are at a loss. what can you do to make her open up?

recently, any time you tried to ask her about how she'd been or why she'd been acting strange, she'd brush it off and excuse herself from the room. you knew something was on her mind, but the question was, what exactly?

"you know what? let's go to bed, miggy. we'll talk to her at breakfast tomorrow. i think something's bothering her."

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the next morning, you find your daughter sitting at the dining table, on her phone. you and miguel sit opposite her, and the moment she notices, she gets up to leave.

you say, almost sounding like you're pleading, "stay, gabi. please. we'd like to talk to you."

she reluctantly sits back down, folding her hands in her lap, lightly picking at the skin on her fingers.

"gabi, we're worried. what's going on with you? is something wrong?" miguel asks, his eyes filled with concern. he had hated seeing his poor daughter so quiet, almost as if she'd lost herself, and everything that made her her had been drained from her body.

"there's nothing going on, papá. you're just being paranoid." she replied, still looking down at her lap.

"gabriella, you know you can talk to us, right? if there's anything bothering you at all, just tell us." you say.

"okay, mamá." with that, she got up and left.

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a week later, you're making gabriella's favourite meal for lunch. as you go to get her from her room, you hear the faint sound of crying. worried, you knock on the door and say, "gabi, i'm coming in."

you find her on her bed, tears streaming down her face as she hugs her knees to her chest. you immediately sit next to her and pull her in close, burying your face in the top of her head.

you press a kiss on the top of her head, saying, "gabi, what's wrong? tell mamá, please."

through sobs and hiccups, she finally says, "mamá, i'm gay, okay? i like girls. there's nothing wrong with me, it's not a phase, i—"

"oh, baby. it's that what's been bothering you this whole time? i love you, gabriella. and there's nothing you could do to change that. i don't love you any less because of who you love. i love you so, so much. thank you for telling me." you say, stroking her hair.

you didn't even realise that miguel had come in. you only noticed when he sat on the other side of gabi, and wrapped both of you in his arms.

"gabi, there is nothing that changes the fact that you are our daughter. as long as you are alive, we will love you. no matter who you choose to love, what you choose to do, we will always support you and love you, okay?" miguel affirms.

"i love you guys." gabi says, chuckling through a sob.

[rath00ker]

@eraisanidiot write hehhehehe. This also reminded me I have to make an intro. I meant to be asked in the ask box thingy but this works just fine.

You asked for “Sad Ace” so I’m gonna just give you my headcannon as to how Ace handles sadness and the ways he copes. Sorry if this isn’t what you meant by that, but I still hope you enjoy

How Ace Handles Sadness

Simple. He doesn’t.

Ace is definitely the type of person that would rather bottle up all his emotions than actually be honest about them, worst part is that he’s good at it too

He doesn’t normal get very upset over much of anything so checking him upset is really hard

He also won’t cry, feeling that if he cried it makes him weak and a pussy

Ace won’t act very different when he’s sad so it’s hard to notice and he won’t open up about it even if he pushed for an answer by Trey or Deuce

Trey is one of the few people who can actually tell if Ace is upset but there’s never much he can do since Ace won’t open up

Ace doesn’t like talking about why he’s upset believing he’s on his own when it comes to his emotions. Since he was raised by a single father and had two brothers he was accidentally emotionally neglected so he was taught how to deal with his emotions so he just bottles up his sadness to deal with later

Finding a crying Ace is HARD since he’s the guy that cries for like two hours during late hours of the night and just goes to sleep like nothing happened

He bounces back pretty easily from sadness since he pushes all his emotions down. He’s the person to be sad for a day, maybe cry at night then wake up in the morning perfectly fine

In conclusion Ace is a person who handles sadness by himself and isn’t willing to open up to others. It’s hard to catch him on an off day since you’ll never really notice.

Do remember for the closing note that this isn’t a good way to cope. If you personally are having a bad day it’s not good to bottle up your emotions, talk to a friend or someone in your family.

Just remember talking about your feelings is important. I won’t be doing that but guys definitely should

Hope you enjoyed this headcannon stay tuned for my introduction that I’ll definitely write soon (if I don’t forget)

[boysbeloving]

For the 1 thing ask game, what's your dream job?

No, "Mile's extra personal PA" isn't allowed.

oooooooo

i feel like answering with that post 'i simply do not dream of labour' 🙈

but no seriously....i've never had a 'dream job' as such....and i think it touches upon larger themes of my personality and life...i've never been very ambitious....not for tangible and very personal things (i'm ambitious in terms of what i want my relationships with other to be like)...a job would be quite tangible and quite...mine...HOWEVER, i'm fortunate to already be working in a line that i genuinely like and that makes me happy so that's nice hehhehehe

lol ya i know i can't be mile's extra personal PA 🙈 i'll simply marry the man and be his wife 🙃

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Inbox me (1) thing you want to know about me.

[animalinvestigator]

hiii i've never sent you an ask before but i've been following your blog for a while and i love your ocs so much.... recently i bought an oversized overall and whenever i wear it i think to myself "omg i'm just like lupe from coda's tumblr blog"....... thats the kind of power you have over my brain

Hehhehehe this is so awesome im so glad you like them so much ;_; you're stealing her LOOK!!!!!! its crayz to me that anyone would think about my characters that much im so incredibly touched at the notion... thanks for sticking with me anonymous and for your very kind words

[minecraftendermanlover69]

you are GAY and homoSEXUAL. rrrrrrrrrrrrrr dee dee dee dee dee robots. robot cock. dr robotinik was mighty fine hehhehehe

alright which one of you queers sent me this ask fess up now. I am NOT homosexual 😡 I would never be gay…(hides Gabriel ultrakill in the corner)

[remade3940580486940568]

i miss daydreaming WITH archie. Dude i need your music videos NOW

[kxmikomrade]

✧˖࿐ 'Our Last Dance' - Xiao

Author's notes: Dis wasnt written by me, it was written by my close friend on discord. she said dat it was fine if i post it here so enjoy :) HEHHEHEH

I know where this is going, yet Im still doing this. you thought while you were near death, you smiled at the one holding the very thing that he has used against you

"Alatus, have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are-" "Shut up, traitor" he shushed you, it was very obvious that he was holding back his tears. As he knew that death was just waiting take you away, and he was the very reason for it.

"Would you care for a dance?" You said with a smile and a hand out "w-what?" He looked stunned at your reaction. You was dying, yet all you care about is having a dance?

"I can hold on for at least 3 minutes, it won't take long" you softly said as you took the hand that was holding the spear he used to kill you and put it on your waist as you put your hand on his shoulder and held his other hand up

"Shall we?" You said as you rocked with the silence of the forest, it was quiet and peaceful. Too peaceful for someone like you to die in, that's why you had decided to take the opportunity to dance

As a minute passed you were already limping as your blood keeps on flowing, and the more xiao looks at your face the more he looked like he wanted to cry. Another minute passed as your body finally gave up. You couldn't handle it, yet your face was calm as ever looking at xiao's eyes tenderly

"H-hey, you said y-you can hold on" xiao tried saying as he helps you lay down "Heh, I can don't worry. I'm just taking a rest" you breathed out with a small laugh

"You know, I dearly love you" you said as you held his cheek gently cressing it. "Why" he choked out as his tears started flowing

"Because you made me feel things I thought I'd never deser-" "Why, would you go to me? Why? You knew from the beginning where this is going to end, yet" he started sobbing. "Now now alatus, I wouldn't want my last sight to be a crying you. Smile for me, as you have won against me" you said cheerfully like you were congratulating him

"Do you believe in reincarnation, Alatus?" You asked as you rub his cheek with your thumb slowly pulling him in for a hug

"You've always liked being held," you laughed as you placed his head on your chest for him to hear your last heartbeats as you played with his hair

He continues crying as he listens to you "I'd like to believe reincarnation, and if we were to be both reincarnated. I'd wish that I'll be able to stay by your side longer, without anything holding us back" you said as you kissed his forehead

He raised his head as he was still crying, you sighed "didn't I tell you to stop crying? Look im at death's door right now, I don't want to see you cry." You said as he cried even harder

"My poor baby, here I'll give you a kiss" you said as you pampered his face with kisses

With one final kiss on his lips as your hand was placed on his cheek

"I'll forever cherish the day I've met you, dear alatus" you had said as you had placed his head back to your chest only to hear that your heart has stopped beating and to feel that your hand had dropped to the ground

Yet he felt your lips on his head as he cried his eyes out knowing that you had finally died,

He should be happy that he has killed the spy. Yet he couldn't bring himself to even speak as he held your cold body closer