#i am losing my last shred of sanity

[dustypineapple]

…they’re animating him with his little fangs now.

they’re animating him with his little fangs now.

tHEY’RE ANIMATING HIM WITH HIS LITTLE FANGS NOW—

[baeshijima]

save me from wip hell

[cenn3]

Welp. I have been getting really into house plants so I decided to import some specimens I've had my eye on for a while. I am convinced the DHL customs people are not literate. My plants have been held up at customs because the seller didnt add the country of origin to the invoice, so we amended it and sent the documents again. They didnt send it off to customs before the long weekend so thats a few more days of it being stuck. Now they keep telling me the invoice total doesnt match the 13 items. There are 14 items and it is CLEARLY marked as such in the invoice. I have had to highlight the exact spots where it clearly states there are 2 of one plant. My brother in christ it is RIGHT THERE. It has been 2 days now of this going back and forth. I am going to mcfuckin lose it.

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Sword gays showdown, losers bracket (Round 1)

Propaganda:

For Hershel Layton:

For a professor of archeology he wins a LOT of swordfights. why is he so skilled at the blade. why do these games include so many sword fighting cutscenes. why has no one else talked about this. 

He swordfought what he thought was a vampire while tripping on hallucinogenic gas and won. He also swordfought a crazy guy on top of a giant robot with nothing but a metal pipe. King tbh. As for the gay part: he is bisexual TO ME.

For Jade:

A badass lady in love with a badass princess. Damn RIGHT!

More Jade Propaganda: (mod note: this section is from a reblog and all from one person)

Jumps off the edge of the world to follow her girlfriend, who also jumped off the edge of the world.

Out of the three braincells that the Questies collectively own, Jade always has two. (Willow likes to think he has more, but I’m not so sure.)

So tired. So very tired. Please give this girl a break, a therapist, and some rational peers.

Guys, she is named after a sword. I don’t know if that matters, but….still.

Crazy repressed, and fighting like hell to hold onto her last shred in sanity. You can see in pretty much every scene that she is *this* close to losing it, but never does.

She is “totally, ridiculously, desperately, in love” with Kit.

But not so much that she wouldn’t choose her own dreams. I think that this is a really important part of her character, the way that once she knows what she wants, she goes after it. Whether is it to be a Knight if Galladorn, to rejoin her family, or to pursue the butch princess who gives new meaning the concept of a dumbass, Kit.

THE PINING! Oh my word, the PINING!

She sometimes just decides that it would be more fun to smash a troll’s head in with her pommel, instead of using her blade, and I appreciate that in a character.

She is a protector- through and through.

She is the archetype of the devoted knight, and does it SO well!

We only got 8 episodes of Jade, but she has completely re-wired my brain. I haven’t seen the dragon prince, which is now on my list, and I am thrilled to learn all about this disabled butch badass. However, I wanted to offer a bit more propaganda for my girl, Jade.

[ficfanatictrf]

REQUEST:

I broke my nintendo 2ds as a kid and I BARELY found it today after a billion years and the screen Is all cracked and broken.... can I get a little fluff for viktor with an s/o who's bring them a in universe equivalent to a Nintendo ds?? To him and they ask him if he can fix up the broken system? I LOVE YOUR VIKTOR SO MUCH SKWMMQMQMQMW

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For some reason I put this in drafts and it ate it up- I am so sorry for this not being edited completely correct as the request is gone Dx

Repair

Summary: When it feels like everything is falling apart, you go to the one person you hope will be able to fix everything.

Word Court : 3k

It had been a random purchase from a store. As you had walked past the store window, the item had caught your eye with just how different and alien it had seemed to you. Not wasting a minute, you slipped in and asked the shopkeeper about the item, it being a rare invention from the east. 

It played simple games. There was one that was similar to a version of chess, a card game that you had never seen before as well as a few other simple and anxiety relieving games. What you had bought on a whim had quickly become a staple of your life. However, the old thing was something you were rather private and maybe even a little embarrassed about with how childish and old it was - especially when you were in the city of progress, where they were focused on creating bigger, better, sleeker products. 

So for years, you kept your cherished item secret. 

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That morning, everything had been going wrong. 

From tripping over your blanket in the morning and hitting your forehead on the cabinet, it developed quickly into a ugly knot. The bus you usually took to work was over a half hour late, making you late for work. However, instead of your co-workers being worried about your forehead or why you were late, they had been upset and angry. 

So, in the hopes to keep from crying in front of your peers, you had slipped out the back into a side alley to use your treasured item to try and keep yourself from losing it. 

As you put your hand in your bag, you felt the little jagged pieces of glass, the harsh edges of metal that shouldn’t have been there. And as you took out the item in question, you felt the last shred of sanity slip away. 

You would regret it the moment you did it, but in your anger and frustration at the situation that you found yourself in, you threw the device as hard as you could against the side of the building. 

Instead of feeling relief, the tears finally slipped free as you picked up the pieces of the broken device. Not even caring about the odd looks you got from your co-workers, you simply called out to your boss that you were heading home for the day before heading anywhere but that place. 

Screw your embarrassment, screw your fucking pride - there was only one person right now that you knew could help. 

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Viktor’s lab was just as perfect as you remembered. As you slipped through the door, you could feel your anger and frustration melt away as you saw the scene that you had witnessed so many times before. 

In the soft warm light of the sun being filtered through the thin blinds, you took in the sight of the man you had been crushing on for years as he mumbled equations to himself. It was adorable, cute, as he hadn’t even noticed your presence, not till you were standing right beside his desk. 

Amber eyes flickered to your for a second, double-taking to take you in. The way his pupils dilated, a small smile taking from as he took you in. However, as soon as he caught sight of the angry bump on your head, he was on his feet to get a better look at it. 

“How did this happen? No no, we take care of it first” He quickly said, cutting off your reply to his question as he gently coaxed you to sit in the seat that he had just vacated. After hastily grabbing his cane, he was soon rummaging through drawers in search of a few things, heading over to the small sink to dampen a towel that he had gotten in his search. 

In only a few short minutes he was back at your side, softly dabbing the cool cloth to the injury. It was soothing and you couldn’t help but let out a soft hum of satisfaction. 

“Now, tell me what happened, how did you get an injury like this?” He asked softly, it was clear that his attention was only partially on what you were replying and the other half was on how best to treat the situation in front of him. He wasn’t a doctor, not by a long shot, but he had always been rather accident prone and with his health being the way it was, he had learned tips and tricks when it came to these sorts of injuries. 

“...I fell…” You mumbled softly, earning a soft hum of understanding, which turned out to have been more of an absent minded response as his eyes widened before he spoke once more. 

“Wait, fell? When this happened did you feel you lost consciousness for even a second?” He asked, gently guiding your hand to hold the cool cloth to your head, he turned to hastily open a nearby drawer to rummage through it. 

“No, I don’t remember anything like that” You whispered, watching as he produced a flashlight, as he went to turn it on, he grumbled under his breath when it didn’t work. Though, as he continued to look through his drawer, he simply continued his questions. 

“After you hit your head, did you have any odd symptoms? Lose any movement in your limbs for a time, vomiting, feeling abnormally sleepy or a stiff neck? Yes!” Finally finding a flashlight that worked, he was suddenly extremely close to your face, his other hand holding your chin so that he could shine the light between your two eyes. 

“Ah, um…no, no I don’t believe any of those things happened…” Viktor was far too close, with his full attention on you, you couldn’t help the soft blush to slowly rise on your face, hoping that he wouldn’t read into it too deeply. 

After a few moments, seeing that your pupils weren’t acting odd, he let out a relieved sigh and allowed himself to rest back on the desk’s edge. 

“Keep an eye out for any symptoms…I know of some people in the undercity who after hitting their head would end up developing horrible symptoms. It has something to do with hitting their head…though how exactly it happens, I have no idea” 

With a soft nod from you, the two of you settled into a comfortable silence. That was till you remembered the point for your trip there in the first place. 

“Viktor….”

“Yes? Remember something?” He asked, his bright smile only making you feel even more nervous about how he was going to react to the little device you had with you. Surely someone as dedicated to progress would find your attachment to such a thing childish. 

“...well…um….it probably seems silly, you probably will think me stupid-” You started, your eyes watching your own hands as you nervously fidgetted with your fingers. All the while, you didn’t notice how the smile was quickly disappearing from Viktor’s face as he took in what you were saying. 

“This is something important to me, has been for awhile now…but I know that it is probably old and silly…but…c-could you maybe…” Finally, you pulled the pieces of said item out, placing it on the table in front of you. When you went to speak again, your voice was even softer, nervous that he was going to laugh or scold you for having such an item. 

“Could you fix it? Please?” 

And so you waited, expecting at any moment to receive the negative reaction you were expecting. 

However, all you received was silence. Your eyes slowly peaked up to see how the man was reacting. 

Viktor was holding it gingerly in front of his face, with a pensive expression, his eyes taking in every detail as he turned the object. There wasn’t any sign of him thinking this was beneath him or seeing it as funny, he was seriously looking over the damage to see if he could repair it. 

“Looks easy enough. With my other work it might take me a few days, but I should have it in working order by next week. If that would be alright?” He asked, already pulling out his notebook to quickly jot down a few parts that he believed he would need to fix the device in his hands. 

“...What?”

You couldn’t help it, the lack of ridicule as well as his immediate willingness to help. Everything just didn’t seem to be likely and yet it was the very situation that you found yourself witnessing and experiencing. 

Without pause in his writing, he gently set the device back down on his desk. Even as he wrote, his voice was warm and friendly. 

“I am certain that I will be able to fix it. It might take me a few attempts and I might need to try a few different ideas, but I am confident that I will be able to have this functioning like it was previously.” 

Before the part of you that had always kept things professional had a chance to reprimand your desires, your gratefulness won over as you reached out and nearly launched yourself into giving him the tightest hug of your life. 

As you only seemed to tighten your grip, it being the first time you had allowed yourself to get this close to him, you had hardly noticed how he had almost fallen over. As one hand barely kept him upright, the other had softly wrapped around your waist. He could have gotten you off, he could have said something about being too close, but he himself was taking this opportunity and wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

For a few seconds, the two of you simply held the other. Both of you waiting for the other to be the one to call it quits, however, as it appeared the two of you weren’t going to call it quits. 

“Hey, Vik, you got a sec?” 

The two of you quickly broke apart as Jayce entered into the lab, his surprise shifting to a shit eating grin as he took in how awkward and close the two of you were. 

“Or, are the two of you busy? I can always come back another time so the two of you can, well, study chemistry together” 

Gods, you were embarrassed. Quickly making your way to the door, you only paused in the doorway to glance back at the man who was still half leaning, half laying on the desk. 

“T-Take care and thank you. I greatly appreciate it” 

As you hastily retreated, Viktor had gotten to his feet to roughly elbow the man in the stomach. While you were under the impression that Jayce was picking on you for your crush on the other half of hextech, Viktor had the exact same assumption. Jayce being the only one that knew that the two of you were mutually pining over the other. 

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It was nearly two weeks before you had a chance to stop by Viktor’s lab again. He had sent you a pneumatic tube message to invite you to the lab for you to see the progress he had made days ago, but you had been far too nervous to return after how the two of you had left things. 

So, as you slowly took the steps up to his lab, you couldn’t help but pause at the landing, finding that you needed a moment before heading down the hall to his lab. 

“You’re finally here!” 

At the voice behind you, you felt a wave of panic shot through you, slowly turning to find Viktor heading up the stairs behind you. He was carrying a coffee in his hand, which explained why he wasn’t currently in the lab. 

“I was starting to worry you hadn’t received my correspondence.” 

As he joined you on the landing to his lab. His warm smile faltered slightly, nervously glancing down at the coffee in his hand before holding it out towards you. 

“My apologies, if I had known you were planning on visiting I would have ordered you one as well. Please, take mine.” 

“No, I..I couldn’t-” 

“I insist” 

Hesitantly, you took the cup, noting how from the stain on the lip of the cup that Viktor had already had a portion of the coffee already. At the knowledge that his lips had touched it, it just made the nervousness to drink from it grow tenfold. All the while, Viktor was keeping a close eye on if you would drink it or not, wanting the same outcome that you yourself wished for. 

As you took a sip from the cup, you could have sworn that you heard a sharp intake of breath from the man with you, glancing over to find that he was as calm as ever and looking off to the side out the window. 

Taking another sip, the two of you started to make your way, Viktor soon seeming to radiate with excitement. 

“So, the device that you brought was like nothing I had worked on before. I was able to deconstruct it to see how it worked, finding a few mechanisms that I had never contemplated before. I greatly enjoyed being able to tinker with such an unknown invention” 

Picking up his pace, he held the door open for you. When you entered, the man went to his desk where he had your device on his desk. 

As you took in how perfect it looked, you had to struggle to keep your grip steady on the flimsy cup, finding yourself nearly in tears as the one thing that you believe was broken forever looked far better than it had before it had been shattered. 

“I was able to update it. With its age, the wiring and circuit board had been needing an upgrade. With the added benefit of a new screen, well updated screen, as well as a proper cleaning and new hardware, I am certain that this should work better than it had before.” 

Gingerly, Viktor took the coffee cup from your hand to set it down on the desk, before just as carefully placing the device into your outstretched hands. 

It felt far lighter and it looked a lot cleaner. As you turned it on and watched the screen go through the startup sequence, you felt like you wanted to cry from relief. Actually, from how blurry everything was becoming you really were crying from the emotions circulating through you. 

“I also was able to add a game of my own…with the extra week that I had to mess around, I wanted to try my hand at creating a game I played a lot in my childhood” He softly mumbled, pressing a few buttons till you saw a game that had never been there previously. 

The title was in a language that you couldn’t make out and as it opened, it was clearly created by Viktor as it had all his signature trademarks all over it. The generally symmetrical artwork, the gold details, even the slightly adorable way that he wrote a few of his letters. Everything that was so clearly him was in the game. 

“It is a simple game, the letters correspond with numbers. You don’t need to understand the language to be able to play it…but once you complete the three levels I was able to create, it will have a surprise in store for you” 

It was all too much, everything that Viktor had done for you was beyond anything you had even hoped for. But this time, when you reached out to cling to the man, he was prepared, pulling you closer as you quickly sunk into his warmth. 

“....what would I ever do without you? How can I repay you…you have no idea how much it means to me that you were able to salvage it.” 

“Be without a coffee, that is for sure” The man teased, softly rubbing calming circles into your back. “I meant it though, I enjoyed being able to work on it.” 

Slowly, with you finally feeling a bit calmer and having the one thing that always kept you sane back in your possession, everything finally felt like everything was how it was meant to be. 

“Thank you…truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for fixing it..” 

With a small smile, his hands moving to rest atop his cane, he merely smiled at your thankfulness. 

“It was honestly my pleasure.”

As you headed out, Viktor had been about to call after you for not taking the coffee with you…but as he watched you exit through the door he decided not to. It would be his own chance to have an indirect kiss, just like you had earlier. 

Sitting back down in his chair, he glanced out the window to watch your retreating form. All the while his smile grew wider as he looked forward to seeing your reaction to the little surprise he had set up in the game for it. 

The game was his way of confessing, the letters being in his own language. Once you got to the end, it would give you a key to how to translate everything. From there, it would be easy to interpret the opening game menu. 

‘As I have mended this, you have mended me. My heart is yours, forevermore - V’

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Alright. So funny story at the end for those of you that read through the whole thing. When I was in middle school, 7th grade (I believe 2004-2005) I had a Nintendo DS that I adored. My family was not the mots well off at the time, so to have something like that was magical. I brough it with me to school for a sports day (one day out of the year where our school would have races and team events, ect. We had to participate in at least one, but for the rest of the time we were able to spectate and just spend time outdoors.). I had brought it with me because I knew that if I sat around I would get bored.... only for a teacher to get upset that I 'wasn't paying attention'. The teacher took it and said that I could get it back at the end of the day.

I was pissed...but whatever, I am a kid, I can't really do anything about it.

Flash forward to the end of the day, I go to her office to get the DS and guess what?

She had asked one of the other students to carry her bag to her office for her....and my DS was missing.

Because I brought it, they deemed that they weren't liable for it, that because I brough it against the rules - I was at fault and thus they didn't have to pay my parents for it to be replaced.

Well- I am almost 30 (I'm 29) now, I never got a replacement. Nor have I ever played on one again.

[ghostlycoyote0]

Two fandom blorbos and two oc blorbos. Still holding that gun.

Oh, easy. Spoilers for the end of Skulduggery Pleasant book 3, and much vaguer spoilers for book 7 (just scroll until you see the Drow in the green cloak to skip them)

Fandom first. Skulduggery Pleasant and Valkyrie Cain, the main duo of my absolute favourite book series, Skulduggery Pleasant. I’ll assume you know nothing about them because that lets me ramble even more

At the start of the series, Valkyrie is 12 and her uncle just got murdered as part of a plot to bring back ancient eldritch gods (of course, they don’t know that from the get-go). She meets Skulduggery when a nameless henchman (who I later found out from the wiki is called Vindick Leather) breaks into her uncle’s house while she’s staying there for the night and attacks her; Skulduggery then uses air magic to blast the front door off of its hinges, sets the guy on fire, shoots him in the shoulder, and loses his disguise in the fight therefore revealing that he’s a skeleton

Long story short, she takes his hat hostage and threatens to trample it if he doesn’t let her tag along, and now she’s his partner in crime

Sorcerers choose their own names by the way, so Skulduggery literally named himself Trickery, and this happened before he became a skeleton and it also became a pun. Valkyrie named herself partway through their first case

Great, context and exposition out of the way! I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC SO SO MUCH!! They shaped pretty much my entire sense of humour, I love them, I’ve loved them since I was 9 or so and I wanted to be like Valkyrie when I grew up. The way they bounce off of each other, the way they’re perfectly in sync, the little codes and recurring phrases they have that only have meaning to them (“the sparrow flies south for winter”, “doors are for people with no imagination”, and “until the end”). I just love them both so much

The fact that Valkyrie was willing to open the portal to the home world of ancient eldritch gods who despise humanity, just on the very slim chance he would be alive and have even the smallest shred of sanity left, after having been dragged there a year prior. The fact that Skulduggery was willing to go into complete and total isolation for eternity to protect her in the magic equivalent of cryogenic sleep if it came down to that. They would do literally anything for each other. I think I’m running out of ways to put how much I adore their dynamic into words, so I’ll sum it up as the ideal example of platonic soulmates. They’re very, very special to me

I mostly just talked about the serious side of their dynamic because I have no clue how to put the more lighthearted side into words without rattling off quotes. Rest assured, they are also hilarious

Skulduggery is also very quotable, too

Right, OC time. I have a limited selection; most OCs I made have been lost to time, either because they got attached to bad memories (like Kai Zoku, who I am only mentioning because I still think his name is great; it’s literally just the Japanese word for pirate and he was the Ultimate Pirate Captain. It’s an Ace Attorney level name pun, I love it), or because the D&D campaign they were made specifically for crashed and burned and I never found somewhere else for them to fit (looking at you, Myra.. at least I could recycle her name into my GW2 character)

Anyway! This is Kyrae, my Drow Warlock. Her campaign has been on a cliffhanger for two years and is officially coming back next month! This is a picrew, but I edited all of the colours myself. It’s not 100% accurate, but it’s the best I can do

Kyrae (no last name) is from the jungle region of Xen’drik, a continent where dinosaurs still roam and everything is shrouded in disorienting, cursed mist. Her campaign is in Eberron, a lesser-used official setting, and Eberron Drow are split into three main cultures; the Sulatar, the Umbragen, and the Vulkoori

Kyrae is Vulkoori, a culture of many tribes - some more nomadic than others - who all worship the scorpion god Vulkoor, all in different ways. In Kyrae’s tribe, he has the epithets Vulkoor the Hunter and Vulkoor the Wrathful. They honour him via skilled hunting, and when given a reason to, being so ruthless and brutal that they’ve gained a reputation as bloodthirsty. That reputation came from their enemies, but they’ve never corrected it. They’re mostly isolated, with a few good allies to trade with

Her cloak was a gift from her best friend, Ryzul, who was stung by a scorpion while they were out hunting together. He was dead before they got home. Kyrae overheard a discussion about what to do; this was clearly a sign that Vulkoor was angry with the tribe, so maybe a sacrifice would appease him. And who better, than the victim’s closest friend, who was with him at the time? It’s been implied that there was another reason for that decision, but that was said out of character, so she has no idea

She ran when she heard that, and didn’t stop until she bumped into a shadowy figure wearing a smooth, white mask, with nothing but three black crescents in the shape of a smiling face. An Archfey. He seemed surprised that she could see him, and they struck a deal. She clearly needed help, and he was incredibly bored, so he would provide that help and she would provide a good story to watch. He helped her find the only port, and she boarded a ship to Korvaire, the continent the campaign takes place on

Fast forward maybe 20 minutes after stepping off of the boat. Kyrae caught a goblin child pickpocketing her, which lead to a guard attempting to throw the goblin off of a ledge, which of course lead to combat. Kyrae wasn’t having that, no harm had actually been done. For her first turn in the first combat in her first hour of being on this continent, she had her familiar, Vanguard (a winged mongoose who was summoned on the boat ride, more on him later), barrel into the guard and send him hurtling off the ledge. The rest of the party saw the fight break out, helped her, and she just kind of started following them because no one objected. They’re her tribe now, and her entire sense of identity, morality, and purpose is based on them, what she thinks they would or would not approve of, etc

So, Vanguard. A winged mongoose. The wings don’t have much significance, I had a choice between a familiar that can fly or a familiar that can swim really fast. They’re feathered, but I was so indecisive about what they actually look like that I ended up deciding they’re from a different bird every time he’s summoned. Now, the other half of his description is way more important, and I spent SO LONG deciding on it. I didn’t concern myself with specific species because then I would have never settled on one and he’s technically a Fey anyway, but. A mongoose is not only an animal Kyrae could have reasonably seen before, but they’re known for resisting venom and fighting venomous animals. Kyrae just turned her back on a scorpion god. It’s simple, but I think I’m clever. This art is, as always, by @prince-frederic

LOOK AT HIM. I LOVE HIM. MY SON

I could also talk about everything Kyrae is now dealing with and the trauma that’s happened, but I think that’s enough paragraphs about her for now /lh

I’ve already explained Sigurd’s full backstory once or twice here, so I think I’ll pick Vivian for my next OC

This is Vivian Harker, a Bloodborne OC! The token is a picrew that I did the colours for again, and the art is once again by Milo

I’ll pull back the curtain a bit here; she was inspired by Hammerlock! More specifically, it went like this:

Hammerlock would be really fun to have in Bloodborne, but I obviously can’t just take an existing character and use him in this TTRPG. It boils down to someone having the time of their life fighting the horrible monstrosities and maybe writing things down about them - can’t take cool trophies when you need to stay mobile. How do I justify that in such a dark setting? Maybe their dad was a hunter and they’ve grown up hearing stories about it, but they have no idea what they’re actually getting themselves into!

The end result is Vivian, who’s thrilled to be playing out the stories she’s grown up with now, and is filling out a sketchbook (with suspiciously red ink) along the way. She became a 16 year old white girl because she was made for a TTRPG campaign, and I can’t change my voice very much. She has no idea that when her father told those stories, he left out the traumatic parts

Daniel Harker was a fairly accomplished hunter. I say was, because this time, he refused to leave home to hunt. That was the first sign that something wasn’t right. The rest were little things, like teeth that are slightly sharper than before, eyes that reflect light like a cat’s. Little things, that indicated some kind of transformation was coming

Vivian could tell. She knew that the monsters used to be people, that hunters get affected the worst of all. She couldn’t get answers, though. So she took his equipment - the clothes a little too big for her - and left only a note to explain where she had gone

She’s thrilled to be here, to actually be fighting these creatures she’s been told about so many times, to be slowly filling her book with sketches and notes, but time is limited. She just doesn’t know how limited

The other, crucial thing she doesn’t know, is that there are no happy endings to be had in Yharnam

AND THEN THE DM GHOSTED ME SO SHE NEVER HAD A CHANCE TO DEVELOP OR ACTUALLY EXIST. SHE WAS OLDER THAN ME WHEN I MADE HER. THAT’S HOW LONG SHE’S BEEN IN STASIS

Anyway. Two fandom blorbos and two OCs!

[volterran-wine]

Armor, dagger and chimera please <3

I noticed that there were two Armours, so I decided to answer both of them.

𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫 I - The most important lesson I have learned on my own is how important it is to be able to take care of yourself in all the ways that matter. At the end of the day you have yourself, and so you need to be kind to your body and mind.

𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫 II - I am still friends with a person from kindergarten! Her name is Annie and we met when we were four years old.

𝐃𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 - The soundtrack of my life would be a mess, but these are all songs friends and family has told me remind them of me as well as my opinions - so they are accurate;

"Sour Cherry" by The Kills (I love cherries.)

"She's A Rainbow" by The Rolling Stones (I am gay)

"In The Hall Of The Mountain King" by Edvard Grieg (For when I finally lose my last shred of sanity.)

"Anti Hero" by Taylor Swift (Nathalie the Anthem, this is the opening theme.)

"I Was Born For This" by Austin Wintory (I want this in my funeral.)

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 - Oh dear, this question is all about the sexiest person that comes to my mind right away; but I feel like it is my duty as a person who loves without any restrictions to have some categories here. So when it comes to women; Olivia Cooke. For the men I have to go with Oscar Isaac, and finally for my nonbinary pals... Emma D'Arcy

From the Fantasy Ask Game

[fang-and-feather]

by  @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady

Day 1 - Bodyguard AU

Angsty - Warnings for blood and injury

Worth Protecting

Ikemen Vampire - Napoleon x OC (Amy)

How do you actually make a short AU? I'm not sure, my plans for most of these were too big to finish even one in time, so what I am posting are only scenes from the middle or end of bigger plans.

Why do I always finish everything so late? (nearly midnight where I live, and until I finished editing the post it was already past that) it is always a bad time to post things...

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Napoleon never felt much like a vampire. Of course he had already died once and lived over a century after that, but only for not needing blood to survive he already felt more human.

That illusion of humanity was shattered when he got deeply wounded during a bodyguard job. The loss of blood and the scent it left in the air were making him thirsty. The taste of his own blood did nothing to quench his desire. Instead, it burned his throat, making it worse. And it got worse when Amy ran up to him with a first-aid kit.

“That’s why I told you I didn’t need a bodyguard.” Her angry tone didn’t match the worry in her eyes.

But Napoleon’s attention strayed from them to her neck. The urge to bite her was almost unbearable. Before he could control it, Napoleon found himself grabbing her by the arms and pulling her into the hotel bed with him.

He would wonder, later, how they had gotten inside without anyone realizing he was bleeding.

“Napoleon?” She asked, with surprise and hesitation.

He had to resort to every shred of self control to stop himself. His hold on her tightened, but Amy didn’t even flinch, looking him in the eyes instead.

“What are you saying, nunuche?” Napoleon forced himself to laugh, but his voice came out weak. “I saved your life... like I was supposed to.”

“I know. I probably wouldn’t be alive if you weren’t here. But I don’t like the idea of people getting hurt because of me. Just look at you!”

“This is nothing.” Napoleon coughed up blood, his mind becoming dizzy. His hold on Amy relaxing enough for her to pull away and return to trying to stop the bleeding.

“Just because you’re alive doesn’t mean it’s nothing. I’m sure even a vampire can die from blood loss, and you aren’t even fully one.”

Her hands and voice trembled, but, Napoleon would remember later, Amy seemed to know what she was doing, with surprising calm and precision.

But Napoleon was losing the remains of control he had recovered earlier. He could barely think straight.

Nails scratched at the sheets and fangs bit on his own lip in a last attempt at keeping hold of his sanity. Of his humanity. Napoleon was afraid of the monster he could become if he gave in to his instinct.

And it was Amy, the person he was bound to protect. It was his duty, but not only that. At some point, she had become someone he wanted to protect for who she was and what she meant for him. Because at some point she had come to mean more to him than a simple charge.

“Amy… leave…” he managed to whisper.

Amy shook her head, and even with his vision getting unfocused, Napoleon could see the glint of tears in her eyes.

“I’m not leaving you here to die. You’re telling me that because you’re afraid you’ll bite me. But if it is because of your job, you don’t need to hold back. If that’s what it will take to save you, think of this as an exchange. I will save you and you keep guarding me.”

Amy adjusted her body on the bed, fully leaning over him, and Napoleon reached out to her. She caught his hand in hers, pressing both to his chest.

“What if… I kill you?”

“You won’t. You’re my bodyguard. You would never let something bad happen to me, even if you have to protect me from yourself.” She crossed the distance between them to kiss his forehead. “I trust you, and I always will.”

Napoleon gave up. Silently apologizing to her, he kissed her neck before sinking his fangs into the soft flesh, getting his first taste of blood. It was warm, sweet, and intoxicating, unlike anything he expected. Intoxicating enough for him to lose himself in it.

When Napoleon came back to his sense, Amy had gone limp into his arms. She was weak, but alive. They both were.

Hugging her to his chest, Napoleon closed his eyes, sighing. He didn’t need any proof to know he had fully become a vampire after that, something he had always feared.

But if it was his way of continuing to protect Amy, he wouldn’t regret it. And he would make sure she was never put through a similar situation ever again. That he would swear to her when she woke up.

Because Napoleon couldn’t deny he loved her anymore, and he felt like this was a love worth guarding.

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[lopez-richter-fangirl]

That’s the thing, Joey wouldn’t do those things (kissing her, calling her baby, etc.) if she didn’t enjoy them. So when they’re alone together I can only imagine how sappy and affectionate they must get. Kisses wherever they can reach. Cuddling with their daughter. “Baby” this and “Jojo” that. And even a fraction of that default state, the fraction she lets him show to us, is wayyyyy too much for me to handle emotionally 😅 I am so not ready for their wedding day when they’ll be doing all those things openly and joyfully without regard for who may or may not have a camera

Literally it’s insane to me that they’re this bad when they know they’re LIVE to an audience because we know it’s EXPONENTIALLY worse when it’s just the two of them dear god. And if I think about their wedding right now I WILL lose the last shred of my sanity

[lnc2]

okay FINE i am going to sleep but if there’s a new trailer and an announcement about another new episode tonight when i wake up i will lose my last shred of sanity

[sullustangin]

Wake me when the week is over

On top of being neglected as a kid, Spouse has complex, compounded PTSD from multiple incidents.  Some were sex-related or sex-adjacent.  Others were just straight physical violence.  It all adds up -- peel off one layer, and there’s something more beneath.  We’ve been doing this ‘peel’ for six years now, since we have the health insurance to afford to do this.  Therapist he likes, psychiatrist with a major research hospital.  We hit another snag, so this is going to be a big to-do at the therapist’s office later this month.  I’m already cooking dinner tonight, since I’m working from home this week.  

Because of how his issues wrap around him, I’m the adult of the house, and I just picked up a month of mail because the post office stopped delivering to us because the mailbox was full. 

Because the last time someone picked up the mail was me over spring break. 

I’ve asked him to get the mail for me.  He can’t.  If it isn’t directly related to Spawn (who is his job, since he’s not working), he can’t add tasks.  I work the 40-hour a week job with a lot of off-the-clock work as well.  I’ve tried to do things like pay for meal kits, organizers, and even a maid service to try to keep the house in some semblance of sanity.  We overspent our budget significantly this month in pursuit of me not losing my mind over the state of the house, but also to replace things for me that had just been worn to shreds.

It doesn’t help that my own health issues give me an extra large shot of brain fog every month (thanks, whoremones), so I’m not on my A-game either. 

I love him so much and I am so exhausted. 

[waywardted]

just saw your tag about your t/r playlist, would you mind sharing the mix (if you havent already posted it)? after that 3.11 still dropped i am *this* close to losing the last shred of sanity i have left

oh I feel ya, my pleasure 😍😍😍

[dandelioninajungle]

Pain.

I swear, if my hip doesn’t go back in asap I’m going to lose the last shred of sanity I have left. I just turned over in bed and the pain shooting through me was something else. My wrist, knee, spine - all of it just, OUCH.

I am aware that my joints being like this isn’t normal but it is my everyday. My shoulder went back in earlier with the most disgustingly loud sound and I hadn’t even realised it was out.

I need someone with exceptionally large hands to come crack me like a glow stick.

[subskz]

My Hyunjin brain rot is fucking out of control. Ok… pitch this scene:

You’ve been teasing that poor boy all night with all the counterfeit sweetness in the world “aw, baby boy, I know you’re so close huh, Angel? Feels too good? Poor little thing” and he knows his pleasure is totally in your hands so he’s trying so hard to be good and keep it together, panting, whimpering, twitching, but when you grab his chin and pull his gaze towards yours “look so sweet baby, look at me” he’s just so overwhelmed that he can’t handle it anymore. “Mm! Baby please! Please I think.. I can’t.. ngh!” he manages to get out some vaguely coherent way of telling you he’s so close, looking at you with those wide pleading doe eyes, and just the way the boy underneath you is using his last moment of sanity before he becomes totally overtaken to beg you for permission gets you so riled up that it pulls your climax from you, hand flying to his throat whispering “good boy” in his ear, dragging your lips over the side of his neck. Obviously this sends him fucking mental, only able to gasp and thrash and kick his hips against yours while trying so hard to say your name. His fingers dance lightly around yours over his neck, and you watch his face contort into one of pure submission to pleasure. I literally just woke up I am SICK.

Also thank you so much!! You’re so kind!!! I hope I did well!! ❤️❤️

-🐈‍⬛

your brain hitting you with this immediately after waking up is the ultimate betrayal 😭

god this is painting such a sensual scene though…poor hypersensitive hyunie just trembling and jerking at your every move, gritting his teeth and trying his best not to completely lose it. i love the part abt him using the last shred of his composure to plead for release, driving in the fact that you’re the sole decider if he gets to feel pleasure or not <3 n the visual of his fingers ghosting over yours as you grip his neck is gonna send me spiraling 😵‍💫

and of course ur so welcome angel! 💖

[goodtimewithetho]

If Etho comes and joins clescardubs I am going to lose my last shred of sanity

[introspectionofaqueer]

i lied

im not gonna fucking stop posting here, i realized its actually nice to write stuff i wanna talk about even if im never going to get any actual use from it. i dont have anyone i can talk to so may as well talk to no one. anyway im thIS FUCKING CLOSE TO LOSING MY SHIT, I RIPPED MY FUKIN V- AND PISSED ON MY OWN HAND. idk if T got me dried out or WHAT but my tampon hurt so fucking bad to take out i swear i must have ripped something. so naturally i go to push the damn thing out like im giving birth, without thinking ahead to empty my bladder first and LITERALLY PISSED ALL OVER MY OWN HAND. self pissing? NOT my fucking kink bro. i feel disgusting and defeated. the tampon wasnt dry either which is what i assumed was making it hurt so bad to take out but nah, just my body fighting against me. as it usually does. this is tmi but its for my eyes only so whatever ill be as graphic and disturbing and unhinged as i please. im just holding out til i start my job, maybe then a shred of sanity will be restored. i feel like im living the same day on repeat, with nothing to fucking do. i wake up, make the damn bed, eat breakfast, meditate, work out, do chores, consume media. maybe hang with someone and feel like they hate me the entire time. read a book. im so tired of doing the same things over and over and over and over. i feel stuck right now, i cant really do anything bout it because i have no money no car and no friends. when does life become fun again? this gray cloud of depression has been chasing me my whole life and i only ever manage to outrun it a few months at a time. unfortunately i spent the last couple months shielded by the New Relationship umbrella, which i used to hide and run away from all my problems and how bored i am all of the time. and now i am dauntingly alone, forced to find meaning in my own existence once again. i feel like once i start working things will get better. i know youre supposed to be happy and grateful for what you have now and not wait for some magical future moment to make it all better, but genuinely once i have money ill be able to do more fun things. or just maybe distract myself more, idk. i want to get my gym membership back, being out of the gym is KILLING me. and having the freedom to do things that are actually fun would be nice. i need to reevaluate how many things in my life i take for granted. most people would be thrilled to not have to work a job for a month and have all their days to themselves. i just dont know what to do with myself. it gets boring spending so much time alone. i dont even enjoy art or video games anymore, and those are things i used to pour hours into. at some point, life just lost its magic. i need to find a way to bring the magic back...somehow....