#i hope ill have the motivation heres hoping hehe

[aashiyancha]

Rigbarth has a lot of sibling pairs

Too bad they're not all datable characters

[aliidarling]

No bc like imagine you are in a trial right right, but you spawn with ONLY a slightly big tee shirt and panties and so Danny (ghost face) is like GOOD GOOGLY MOOGLY and tickles you where the sun doesn’t shine :3 only do this after you do my Ada request though .. (just kitten I know that will never get finished)

IM SORRRYY I GOT LIKE HALFWAY DONE WITH THE ADA ONE AND LOST MOTIVATION I SWEAR ILL FINISH IT SOMETIME SOON 😓🙏🙏

dark paradise

DANNY JOHNSON X fem!reader

nsfw content — please scroll if uncomfortable!!

summary: you’re spawned into the trial in tiny pajamas for the new event, and your favorite killer very much likes your outfit hehe

warnings: nsfw obvi, p in v, rough sex, creampie, butt slapping a little, degrading, stab wounds(NO WOUND FUCKING), steve harrington…😟

nsfw content below!!

You felt absolutely humiliated, to say the least. The Entity had decided to wreak havoc on you and send you to a trial in nothing but some shitty horror tee and the tiniest shorts you’ve ever worn.

Being sent to the Red Forest made it even worse, your shirt all wet and damp from the musty air and rain, making the fabric cling onto your skin. Your teammates weren’t to shy with their obvious glances at your chest and how your ass was hanging out.

“Quit it.” You huffed, scowling as you worked on a generator alongside Steve. Fucking Steve, one of the biggest flirts around here.

He rolls his eyes and does a mocking surrender of his hands, before grinning at you.

“It’s not my fault you got sent here looking like a model! Like damn, girl.” He snickers, nudging you with his hips. You glare at him, trying to hold back your laugh.

“It’s not funny!” You whine, curling your knees to your chest slightly to help yourself with the cold. You were shivering. Feeling the wet floor press against your butt had you cringing, but you’d rather have a mud-covered ass then hypothermia.

“It kinda is,” He hums. Another few moments pass as the two of you work on the generator, an eye out for any killer. The trial had just begun so you had no idea who it was yet. A small part of you hoped it would be Danny.

You had no idea what you and Danny were, but he would always let you live, as long as you have him some kisses and maybe a little hook up session. And you weren’t even against it, he was good with that monster in his pants and his words.

Steve suddenly makes a mistake and next thing you know the generator blows up in both of your faces, making you yelp and back up. You turn to him slowly with a pissed off expression.

“Seriously?”

He offers a weak grin.

“Can you blame me? You look very distracting—“

He gets interrupted when suddenly a knife is pushed through his back, making him scream and fall forward. You gasp loudly, stumbling back and hugging yourself. You shiver as the wet rain making your hair sticks to your face, your thin shirt hugging your breasts.

“Don’t talk bout her like that, fuckin’ moron.” The tall man huffs, the black robe and shrieking mask making you relax. You relaxed only for a moment before realizing he was about to kill one of your friends.

“Danny!” You stepped forward, trying to get him to stop from stabbing the shit out of Steve. “He was just joking, c’mon.” You huff, frowning up at the taller man.

He gazes down at you, eyes under his mask widening as your barely covered form presses against his body. From his angle he could see down your shirt, your nipples poking through the shirt brushing against his chest. His breath hitched as he reluctantly steps away from the bleeding out Steve, before turning back towards you and grabbing you around the waist.

“Let’s go, now.” He grunts, dragging you towards the cabin.

Barely twenty minutes later, he had you bent over one of log tables in the cabin, his cock deep inside your small cunt. Your shorts hung off your ankles, your panties pushed to the side.

His grunting was loud and raspy, his hands holding you around your waist to steady your trembling body. He pushed his cock as deep as he could with every thrust, his large fingers rubbing your skin.

He had made sure to bunch your shirt above your chest, not even bothering to fully undress you. Seeing you all damp with those tiny pajamas sticking to your soft skin had him all hot and bothered, with no care in the world other then shoving himself inside you as soon as possible.

“Shut up, whore.” He grumbles quietly, panting from behind you as he keeps thrusting his hips into you from behind. His grip on you was tight, bruising probably.

“Danny…” You moan softly, eyes rolled back to the back of your sockets, mouth hanging open each time his tip presses against that sweet spot all the way in the back of your pussy. It felt so good, getting slutted out by this masked murderer.

You couldn’t even care that your friends blood was getting all over you. All that mattered was how he felt, inside you and on your skin. How his cock hit deeper then anyone ever could, and how he whispered such dirty things that had you clenching down.

“Dressed like a fuckin’ slut,” He grunts, his thrusts hardening. He starts to gain speed, groaning at how tight you were around him, like a fucking anaconda.

“Don’t act surprised that you got bent over, bitch. You knew what was gon’ happen the second you saw me, dirty little slut, flashing those tits at me—“ He reaches one of his hands to grab the back of your head, pulling your hair back as his thrusts grow harder and faster.

“Dannnnny!” You mewl from under him, panting and moaning as he kept going. He grabs one of your legs and puts your knee up on the table, managing to shove his cock deeper inside you. He hums at how you clench down from the new angle, a mocking grin on his face.

“Good lil’ girl, keep takin’ my cock like this and maybe I’ll let you cum.” He snickers darkly.

“Y-Yes, mhm, I’ll be your good girl.” You sigh heavily as he pushes himself deeper once again, having your eyes daze at his good it felt. You were so thankful the generator in the cabin had already been completed, or else the fear of someone walking in would of been haunting you.

His hand roughly slaps your butt, making you whine and clench down. He groans at that and let’s go of your hair, going back to holding your waist and pushing your body down into the table. His thrusts continue, your moans leaving your throat like a broken record.

“I-I’m gonna cum, please, please, can I?” You whimper desperately, hands scratching and clawing at the able in hopes of finding something to hold onto. You could feel your orgasm nearing, making you clench down greatly around his cock, earning a raspy moan from the man behind you.

“Y-Yeah, fuck, let it go sweetie.” He mumbled, his thrusts growing sloppy as he works on making you cum.

Without another second, you let out a shaky cry and cum over his cock, your walls milking him dry. He leans down, pressing his chest against your back to muffle his noises. He releases his thick load inside your pussy, his hands reaching up to push down on your shoulders.

A few minutes pass as the two of you relax from your high. Once he’s felt that you’ve calmed down enough, he slowly pulls out, hissing at the feeling. He stares at your wet pussy and how both your cum dripped out, a small chuckle leaving him.

He steps back and tugs your panties back up, making you cringe as he makes sure none of it falls out of your hole.

“..Danny… C’mon—s’yucky!” You whine as he helps you out your clothes back on. His touch was surprisingly gentle.

“Shut it. Lucky I didn’t cum all over your face.” He gives you a little pat on the cheek. You roll your eyes before reluctantly smiling and pulling him in for a kiss. He hums and kisses back, his large hands going to rub your waist.

You had no idea what the two of you were, fuck buddies, lovers? Maybe in another life you could of maybe lived a normal life, not one where one was a serial killer. Maybe a journalist. Danny Johnson sounds like a journalist name. You’d call him Jed as a nickname, you though, it would fit him.

You both slowly part, his hand going to pull his mask back down. He slaps your butt and pushes the towards the door, smirking.

“Until next time, sweetheart. Better get to the gates before it’s too late.” He tsk’s.

once again i didn’t proofread cuz i’m LAZYYY

[bl4cktourmaline]

ENSTARS REQS OPEN. EHEHEHDUEHEHEH okok anyway CAN I REQ KAORU (unsurprisingly) WITH AN S/O WHO USUALLY DOESNT FLIRT BACK WITH HIM like they just laugh and say thank you and then one day they DO flirt back with him??? thank u so much have an amazing day huehURHEUHE

ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡ — kaoru hakaze

✿ — ♬ ⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ : yue is typing... ✉!

✿ — ↻ SYNOPSIS : what happened when a flirtatious man is caught guard off by his s/o returning the gestures out of the blue?

✿ — ♯ GENRE : fluff

✿ — ↠ NOTE : yahoo~ bestie<33 I know you will probably be surprised that I did this one so quickly...I didn't have that many requests for enstars so I thought it's won't hurt to do yours immediately, I hope you enjoy this request as I have fun with this one hehe, kiyo~! click here for the masterlist ~

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✿ — ► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : kaoru hakaze with his s/o compliment him back unexpectedly...

ᝰ When the two of you start dating, the relationship start off smoothly with Kaoru always pestering you with compliments, just to stir a reaction out of you which always end up either you laugh it off or leaving you with pinkish cheeks.

ᝰ He does it almost all the time especially when you aren't feeling good about yourself, feeling stressed? Feeling ill? he would surprised you with his cooking and a note that said "Stay healthy, beautiful♡"

ᝰ When you aren't busy, he always took the chance to cuddle with you, it's either his head resting on your laps or his face pressed against your stomach because you just feel so comfy and he tell you that a lot.

ᝰ He honestly didn't expect you to compliment him back because when you did, he become so lost and flustered...

It was around evening when it happened.

It was one of those rare occasions where both you and Kaoru have the day off and you took advantage of that fact, quietly relaxing at home with your lover.

He has been really sweet to you throughout your relationship with the idol himself.

You could hardly believe that someone as popular as him is all yours behind closed doors.

It makes you wonder... would he be happy to have you pampering him once in a while?

"Hmm..." You hummed softly, stroking his dark blonde hair to which he let out a quiet sigh.

"Mmm...is that something on your mind?" He has one eye open, peeking at your face from below "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing serious...just think my boyfriend has such pretty hair..."

"Ah, that's goo-wait! what did you say?"

"That you're pretty?" You couldn't hide the smug look you have on your face "I love your hair, hands..."

His eyes watch your movements, puzzled as you continue to stroke his hair "Especially your eyes... they have this warmth when I stare into them"

You stare down at him with gentle eyes, a look of someone in love "...that I can't help but think of you like the sun...my very own exclusive sunshine"

"But best of all?" You place your finger on his lips "This...is just for me and me only ~"

"Ahhh..." He covered his face with both of his hands, turned himself away with his back facing you and you could see the tips of his ears turning red...

"Well~ aren't you a shy one?"

"Please don't tease me anymore..."

"Ah, why not?"

"I don't think my heart can take it"

"... Kaoru"

"What is it...?"

"Look at me"

He hesitate at first but slowly remove his hands to see your face up close and you could how flustered he was with soft pink hues spread across his cheeks and ears.

"I love you"

...thus the day end with a sweet kiss under the evening sky.

[onestepbackwards]

Love That Bites Pt. 2

Hello everyone! Welcome to the second chapter of my Dracula x Reader fic! I felt very motivated to write this chapter (wrote over half of it last night hehe). I did write it on very little sleep though, so apologies if its a little messy. I still had fun writing it though! It was fun to move the plot on a little bit, even if it feels like it repeats itself a little... Whoops? Regardless, I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: After a rough night, you decide to finally confront your family’s biggest foe.... Only to suddenly have second thoughts. You are unaware of the affect this undoubtedly has on your imprisoned adversary.

CW: Anxiety, feelings of dread, minor self doubt, talks of murder, slight mental breakdown from stress, battle with morality.

Word count: 5059 Words! Previous: Link Next: Link

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Safe to say, you didn’t sleep well last night.

From nightmares of having to fight Dracula himself and dooming the world, to waking up every hour worried your little safe haven was being broken into by monsters.

When you finally forced yourself to get out of bed in the morning, you felt sick, and had a migraine. If you were being honest with yourself, the idea of turning tail and running back home felt more appealing than dealing with the Lord of the Night.

But you had to do this. Whatever this was.

You took your time getting ready, dreading returning to the castle. You couldn’t even eat properly, feeling sick made it near impossible for your stomach to settle. The only thing you could stomach was a few crackers and some water.

In a fit of frustration, you just threw some food in one of your bags, and decided to call it good. You could try and eat later if you got hungry.

After you prepared for the walk, and what would most likely be a battle, you set out.

A part of you hoped it had all been a strange nightmare. Perhaps the stress had finally gotten to you? You wouldn’t doubt it, given your current life struggles, and how sick you had been getting as of late. Despite not having any major symptoms of an illness like you had in the recent past, your body could have easily just given you a fever dream!

Deep down though, a part of you knew it was pointless to hope for such things. Everything that you had seen so far had been real, from the fear, the castle, and of course, the statue of Lord Dracula himself.

Shaking your head, you could only feel your anxiety worsen with each step you took.

Of course, that was nothing compared to the feeling you had when you arrived at the valley with the lake, where Castlevania loomed off in the distance.

It was much the same as it had been yesterday. Despite how it had been a bright, sunny morning when you departed from your cabin, clouds now ominously swirled above the area. Like before, lightning would occasionally strike, and thunder quickly followed.

And it was quiet.

The same, creepy quiet it had been last time. It did nothing to ease your bubbling anxiety.

Despite how much your legs felt like stone, you pushed forward towards the castle. Each step you took felt like it was once step closer to your potential doom.

As soon as you approached the gate to the courtyard, however, you were a bit stumped. Once again, no monsters were ready to greet you and try to tear you a new one.

Just the same, empty atmosphere as before.

With a bit more courage than yesterday, you pushed forward through the courtyard, arriving at the large doors that hid away the interior of the building.

“Well… no turning back now, I guess…” You mumbled, not feeling very enthusiastic.

You didn’t rush through the castle this time, but you also weren’t trying to search it either. The destination was clear.

But so was the path there.

Nothing but an empty, lonely castle. Cold, dark, and desolate feeling. As if any sort of life had been gone for decades.

Given the situation, you wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case.

Unlike the last time you were here, getting to the throne room was remarkably easy when you knew the way to go. Though you would admit, you almost wanted to get lost. At least then you could have an excuse for taking a while to arrive and stall.

Here, you had no such luxury.

The doors to the room were closed this time, seeing as you had shut them on your way out yesterday. However, they were no less daunting and creepy. The weather didn’t help either, with the thunder and lightning making you jump every so often.

Mentally screaming in your mind, you gripped your whip tightly, and pushed the door open.

It slowly swung open with a creak, echoing loud in the humongous room before you. Though that was nothing compared to the sound of blood pumping through your ears.

Lightning once again was your only real source of light, the clouds blocking most the daylight outside, and the room eerily remaining unlit.

The room still had its main centerpiece as well, the giant statue in front of the throne.

Reluctantly, you strode forward, one step after the other, until you were a mere few feet from the sculpture once again.

It hadn’t changed since yesterday. Dracula simply remained in that kneeling, outstretched pose. His hand reached out towards you still, all while the same snarl was present on his beautifully sculpted face.

Of course vampires would still look good, even when turned to stone.

As you quietly studied the statue, you felt the hair on your neck stand on end, and your adrenaline spike.

You swore you were being watched.

Your eyes quickly met Dracula’s stone ones, and your breath caught in your throat.

He was watching you. He had to be.

Even if you couldn’t prove it, you could swear he was aware, watching your every move.

The hand holding your whip gripped it tighter, and it was as if you saw amusement in his eyes, just beckoning you to strike him.

‘Come on, little Belmont. Hit me, strike me down. Destroy me if you can!’

Your face scrunched up, and you were about to lift your whip to attack, before you stopped yourself.

The air grew tense, like the room itself was holding a bated breath.

Was this really what you wanted? Was it a good idea?

Was it a kind one?

Your arm dropped uselessly to your side, and the grip on your whip slackened.

Could you really kill someone who could not fight back, and currently posed no threat?

The thought made your stomach sour, all while you were screaming at yourself in your head.

“Why now, morality? Could you not hit me at a worse time?” You grumbled to yourself.

Dracula was definitely not some defenseless being, far from it.

But here? It just seemed cruel.

The fabled enemy of your clan, reduced to a statue, unable to even defend himself against you.

Again, it just seemed cruel, and highly unhonorable.

And… it was something your mother had drilled in your head as a child.

Never attack anything that poses no threat, and can’t defend itself. We are Hunters, but we are also Belmonts. We shouldn’t be needlessly cruel, even if it’s a creature of the night. Not all things that go hide in the shadows wish harm, and those who can’t cause it shouldn’t be slaughtered.

It was a rarity to come across a monster that posed no threat, or wished no harm. But for you, it wasn’t unheard of.

Your mother had been a kind woman, who wanted to give people and monsters a chance if they showed potential. She told you many stories of monsters wanting to just exist, and that needlessly killing made you no better than the ones deserving a hunt.

But did that apply to Dracula? Lord of Vampires? Chosen one of Chaos or whatever? Guy who sent the armies of hell onto the world?

Though that did give you pause. You had read something about that in an old journal when you were younger.

Your ancestor, Trevor, had mentioned something. He had fought alongside Dracula’s son, Alucard. The writing was old, but you faintly remember Dracula declared war on mankind, because humans had killed his wife.

The journal didn’t go into further detail about that. It was more about the journey he had, and other things that had happened in his life since confronting Dracula.

But what you remember about it, made your mothers words ring loud in your head. You didn’t know the details… And he did kill a bunch of people… But the church had killed his human wife.

Hell, if the church killed your partner, you’d be pretty pissed too.

Certainly not an excuse, but… It certainly painted him in a different picture. How many of your ancestors considered that every time Dracula was revived?

It left a weird taste in your mouth. The kills he had committed were unforgivable. But… that had been hundreds of years ago, because his wife was murdered.

How could you even kill him now, when he hasn’t done anything? Stuck like this?

Did he have regrets? Was he just bound by fate to be killed almost immediately after being revived? Again and again? When was the last time anyone in your family had a conversation with him, not just pointing fingers and telling him to die for being a monster?

So many questions, and you couldn’t get any answers. Not with him like this.

Your instincts were screaming at you to pull your whip back and just finish the job.

But you couldn’t. Not like this.

He was stuck as a statue. If anything, trying to kill him would probably make everything worse.

Say you did kill him by striking the stone. Great. Now you just had to wait another century or so for him to revive again. Then it definitely would be your children or grandchildren’s problem.

The Lord of Vampires was stuck here. He wasn’t able to hurt anyone. Perhaps that was best.

Even if this whole situation felt… weird? Awful? Bad? Off? Confusing?

You had a lot of words and confusing feelings about it, that was for sure.

With a sigh, you hung your whip on your belt, and ran a hand through your hair, looking at the statue while biting your lip.

“Is this really the best idea?” You asked yourself, once again mentally cursing your morality. This was a lose lose scenario to you, no matter how you looked at it.

Try and kill him, and you kill someone who can’t fight back, or currently hurt anyone. It goes against your honor and morals.

Or, you try to kill him, and accidentally free him. You either win, and feel awful about attacking him when he can’t fight back, or you get killed and possibly get humanity destroyed.

But even leaving him as a statue didn’t sit well with you either. Surely, if he is aware, then is this truly right? Leaving someone in what is arguably a position worse than death?

But it’s Dracula. Dracula!!

How can you possibly have sympathy or pity for a guy who has killed people?! Raised armies from hell? Had innocents slaughtered hundreds of years ago!?

You wanted to bang your head against a wall.

“That’s it. I’ve lost my mind!” You spoke, exasperated. Turning, you pointed a finger at the statue.

“I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this for my mother. Wait, no-”

You wanted to scream. Why would you admit that.

Well… It’s not like he can use her against you, at least.

Though you certainly wanted to smack yourself, but you stopped from doing so when you glimpsed at the statue again. The air had almost shifted. It wasn’t tense like it had been before.

The statue was the same as ever. Same snarl on his face, same claws reaching out. But it felt different somehow.

It had to be the eyes.

You swear the bastard must be laughing at you from his mind, you could just tell.

‘This is the Belmont that is supposed to destroy me? They won’t even raise their weapon against me? Pathetic.’

You couldn’t read his mind, sure, but his smug bastard aura seemed to mock you.

Or maybe you were just taking this too personally. That was a possibility too. You came to this area to relieve stress near your breaking point, and all this happened. It wouldn’t surprise you if your stress was making this feel a little too personal.

Not that the statue needed to know that.

You shot a look at said statue. His smug aura continued to mock you. You held back from giving him a rude gesture.

“Some Belmont I am. Ha. Not even gonna kill the guy I’ve been ‘destined’ to destroy. Hmph” You muttered, now looking around the room.

It was kinda nice for a throne room, if you were being honest. You know, despite belonging to a Lord of Vampires and all.

“You know…” You began after a few moments, “This place doesn’t look half bad. I heard this castle takes different forms each time it appears, but it does look cool, I’ll give you that.”

You didn’t really want to think as to why you were humoring the statue with conversation. Well, more so your musings, but still.

“This throne room probably looks even cooler when actually lit up. I imagine the clouds probably stay with the castle or something, to help keep the natural sunlight out from the windows? Regardless, the lightning lighting up the room is a neat touch. Very gothic and atmospheric.”

The room was silent, though you heard the occasional clap of thunder. Awkward.

You sighed, and turned back towards the statue.

“Okay, look. I’m not going to attack you or kill you, or whatever. I’m firmly against just… Going in headfirst like that, and attacking someone who can’t defend themselves, or is a threat to others. I don’t even know if you can hear me. For all I know, I’m just making myself look like a jackass.”

You shook your head, almost unable to believe the words coming out of your mouth.

“Regardless, if you can hear me… If you break free from whatever…. this is,” You vaguely gestured to his stone form, “I’ll be here. I will make sure to finish the job if I have to. I won’t have you putting innocent humans in danger.”

Quickly, you turned on your heels, and looked over your shoulder.

“But… I’d love to have a conversation first. Did any of my ancestors just sit down and talk with you, or did they attack you on sight? Maybe that will be my downfall, but hey, I’m curious.”

Plus, you’d like to get some real answers to things. You couldn’t rely on century old journals for both sides of a story. Perhaps it was your mother’s words echoing in your head again, but you would rather learn more about your adversary before you made a decision on taking his life again.

If you came to the conclusion he would hurt more innocent people, then hey, you at least would no longer feel bad about having to kill the guy.

Though that sounded more morbid than you would like.

“I’ll be back. Just because I’m not doing anything now, doesn’t mean I won’t be keeping an eye on you.”

With that, you took a deep breath, and headed towards the exit. Despite the anticlimactic end to this ‘meeting’, your heart was pounding in your chest. It took all your willpower to keep your chin high, and avoid shaking.

It was hard to ignore the feeling of eyes baring into your back.

You didn’t falter, even as you closed the doors to the throne room, or as you quickly walked down the stairs and through the castle.

Even as you left through the courtyard, you continued on walking, head held high, not even looking back behind you.

It wasn’t until you reached the cabin, that you shut the door behind you, and threw your supplies to the ground.

Your back hit the door behind you, and you slid down it, and broke into a sob.

Why did everything in your life seem to always go wrong?

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It had been a long time since he had seen a living soul.

It had been years, decades even, since he had last seen anyone. Anything.

Dracula had to admit to himself, this curse had been one of the worst things he had experienced yet.

The other times he had been defeated, he was merely killed or destroyed. As much of a literal pain and annoyance as it was, to be revived time and time again, only to be killed off, this easily took the cake.

At least when he was killed, his soul was either wandering hell, or temporarily at rest. But this? Being stuck as stone for decades? Even he had limits to his seemingly endless patience.

There was nothing to do. Nothing he could do.

Nothing but sit here and think, all alone with his thoughts. If he wasn’t who he was, he no doubt would have gone insane by now.

Or perhaps he already had? He could not say.

But he had been here, alone for a long time. All thanks to those Belmonts.

The last Belmont had arrived not too long after he had been revived for the umpteenth time. He had come in, determined to ‘slay the beast, once and for all.’

Dracula had scoffed at the outlandish remark, one the Belmont’s ancestors all had said. How each would end his ‘reign of terror’ and save humanity.

Though most of the time, he hadn’t exactly been revived willingly, or had desired to come back. Nor in half those cases, had even done anything to humanity. Yet.

But this time, he’ll admit the Belmont took him off guard.

The battle had been going poorly for the human hero, and Dracula found himself quickly winning. A delicious change of pace from the past few hundred years or so.

However, he should have known the battle would have ended up being a farce.

The Belmont had played him. Behind the scenes, a little human friend had secretly been setting up a trap. A series of runes with magic power. Right when he thought he had the little hero pinned, a bright light had enveloped both, before the Belmont had slipped away.

Despite having happened so long ago, that final battle was still fresh in his mind.

Chains of light gripped his wrist, his body, everywhere. Everything burned.

“What… What is this!?” He yelled in shock and outrage, his victory stolen from right beneath him. The Belmont gave him a steely look, and raised the whip, striking him as he was stuck.

Dracula could only snarl, and gripped his side when hit with a particularly nasty lash.

Chanting filled the room, and his eyes landed on the human woman he had previously ignored. The chains glowed brighter, burning his eyes, burning his flesh.

“No! What is this!? Release me!” He demanded, attempting to struggle, though was only met with more licks from that cursed whip.

“Silence, beast. When we are through, you won’t be able to hurt anyone ever again.”

Dracula’s eyes widened, the chanting becoming clear. He recognized that spell. The runes on the floor, the chant, the spell.

“No! I will not be imprisoned-!” He growled, his face warping into a snarl. In a last ditch effort, he reached forward towards the Belmont with all his remaining might…

...Only for the light to begin to envelope his body. He was too late. He couldn’t escape this, his body was already beginning to harden.

“Hear me speak Belmont, and know this!” He spat out, trying to fight the spell as much as he could.

“It will be by your clan’s blood, I shall be revived once more!”

The Belmont’s eyes widened, and the human girls eyes widened, her chanting pausing for a brief second before quickly continuing.

“Your kin will find me, and through their blood, I shall be released once more! It shall be done!”

There was a strange snap in the air, and the curse slotted into place. Dracula grinned maliciously, before snarling once more in pain.

The light flashed once more, and Dracula could move no more. His body turned to stone.

The Belmont and the woman sagged, the tension leaving their bodies. However, they shared an uncertain look, one that Dracula mentally took glee in.

His power, even if he hadn’t been at full power at that fight, was not something to scoff at. Speaking such a curse into existence with his remaining strength was no issue, though he was not fond of relying on them.

And the satisfaction of seeing such unease on a Belmont after they ‘won’ the battle, was something he would keep burned in his mind. Even as they reluctantly left as his castle began to ‘collapse’, he couldn’t help but feel like he had the last laugh.

Especially when his castle disappeared, reappearing somewhere he knew not. Cold and empty, mirroring his status as stone.

Now, all he had to do was wait. Fate would find the Belmonts eventually.

And wait he did.

It was torture, but much like he had expected, the wait paid off.

He couldn’t say how long exactly it had been, since he had been sealed away here, but it was certainly long enough for a new Belmont to show up.

You.

He felt your presence the moment you entered the castle. At first, he wasn’t sure if it was a Belmont or not. He just knew it was a human.

But the moment you peeked through those large doors, he knew.

A nee Belmont had arrived, and he felt his excitement beginning to rise. Finally, he’d be free of his stone prison.

But… then he wasn’t.

You were a small, squirrelish little thing, jumping at every noise you heard.

He recognized that hunter’s instinct of yours. No doubt running wild with how confused you must be, given your expressions.

Though he had to admit, he was quite curious about this Little Belmont.

Surely, your ancestor explained to the family his curse, to keep you all away? Why were you here?

Surely, it wasn’t to slay him. You looked ill prepared for a battle against him.

When you hesitantly poked him, and jumped back, he wanted to laugh when it all clicked into place.

You had no idea why he was like this. Your family hadn’t told you about his curse.

It was obvious from your behavior, and how jumpy you were, not to mention the dagger in your hands.

You obviously knew who and what he was, but didn’t know why he was a statue. He could cackle at his luck.

This Little Belmont would be the one to free him. Their blood would be the blood to release him from his prison. He could feel it.

But you still managed to surprise him. Instead of attacking his little prison, you turned around, and left.

The little hunter was obviously very frazzled, but it hadn’t been what he had been expecting.

He anticipated you pulling out your family whip, and attempting to destroy him. Something no doubt would have happened, and you would have ended up injured, and your spilt blood freeing him.

But that didn’t happen. You just left.

He briefly wondered if perhaps, his mind had made the whole thing up, but alas, he knew it was true. After years of being stuck in the same position, day after day, he recognized that everything that had happened had been real.

And he always would recognize a Belmont. Their blood had a peculiar scent. A scent that he was far too familiar with, after all these centuries.

But this left him quite confused.

No matter, you would be back, he was sure.

He didn’t even have to wait long. The very next day, you had reappeared.

You seemed more prepared this time, your face blank, and your body language reflecting that more of a hunter. The Little Belmont looked ready for battle.

Oh, how he anticipated such a battle from you. You were such a tiny thing compared to him, it was almost cute.

But he wouldn’t underestimate you, oh no. You may seem weaker and unsuspecting than some predecessors, but he had battled enough of your family not to take you lightly.

Especially after the last battle he had. His prison was a cold reminder to never let his guard down in battle again.

You approached him, your gaze level with his. Slowly, you raised your whip, fully intending to strike him. This was it, the opportunity he had been waiting for! He was practically begging you to attack him. Surely, you would bleed, freeing him-!

…Except, you didn’t strike him. You simply looked at him, an odd look on your face. Your arm then went limp at your side, and Dracula was almost speechless. Were you not going to try and destroy him? Much like your predecessors? You came in, fully intent on doing so, if your get up and body language was anything to go by.

So why?

“Why now, morality? Could you not hit me at a worse time?” You grumbled to yourself, and suddenly it all made sense to Dracula. He almost wanted to laugh.

The Little Belmont pitied him? Felt they were going against their morals? Such things got people killed. How were you alive this long if you struggled with such emotions?

It was kind of amusing. And a little pathetic.

Perhaps it was his patience wearing thin, or his distaste for your clan, but he was about fed up.

But… He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find you interesting. You, a Belmont, were debating the moralities of killing your clan’s greatest enemy. It was so ridiculous, he would have scoffed if he could.

But you were a bit amusing. How long had it been since he had any form of entertainment?

“I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this for my mother. Wait, no-”

Oh how he wanted to laugh, but also was intrigued. What did your mother have to do with this? Was she a soft hunter? Regardless, you seemed rather upset that you had admitted that to him, realizing your own mistake.

He didn’t know whether to laugh, or see this as a letdown.

Dracula chose to be amused.

Especially since you seemed to pick up on his amusement, only making him wish he could laugh even more.

It was almost cute, how you seemed to puff up like a tiny animal, with how upset you were getting. How prickly you seemed to become.

You weren’t happy with his amusement. It seemed to make you more irritated. Good.

He could just feel you trying to ignore the urge to say something crass or rude as time went on, and you talked with yourself.

Though it didn’t take you long to ‘calm down’.

But once again, you surprised him when you started talking about his castle, and the throne room.

Just who were you? Were you really a Belmont? Your quick 180 was throwing him for a slight loop.

Though he had a suspicion you were doing it to deflect. You had some idea he was aware, judging by how you were talking to him as if he was in the room, but you seemed unsure on how to move forward.

Though you seemed to pick up on the atmosphere, and spun around to face him.

“Okay, look. I’m not going to attack you or kill you, or whatever. I’m firmly against just… Going in headfirst like that, and attacking someone who can’t defend themselves, or is a threat to others. I don’t even know if you can hear me. For all I know, I’m just making myself look like a jackass.”

You were, but hey, he was enjoying the mess of a show.

Though your statement did interest him. Surely, you shouldn’t be alive by now if that was your ‘morals’ that you had mentioned? Or had times truly changed through the centuries, and he hadn’t had a chance to see them?

But you still made a point to ‘threaten’ him, as weak as the threat was. But it was your next set of words that genuinely surprised him

“But… I’d love to have a conversation first. Did any of my ancestors just sit down and talk with you, or did they attack you on sight? Maybe that will be my downfall, but hey, I’m curious.”

You at least acknowledged that what you had said was a bit… odd. Didn’t you ever learn curiosity killed the cat?

Dracula could not lie though. This was a changing point for him. You wished to talk? With him? He normally would be amused, but… You were something else. Something entirely new.

When was the last time he had a civil conversation with a Belmont? No lives on the line for either side? No one yelling threats and obscenities?

He might have misjudged you. That alone struck a chord with him.

You seemed so weak and pathetic earlier, but… Getting a good look at you, you had a look of someone who was wise beyond their time. You stumbled a bit, and were scared of him, he could tell that much.

However, you had an air of wisdom he has not seen in a long while. A type of wisdom one got through hardship. He’d argue his old friend Leon was the last Belmont to act as such, and that opened his eyes.

You had since turned on your heels while he had been deep in thought, and your next words almost excited him.

“I’ll be back. Just because I’m not doing anything now, doesn’t mean I won’t be keeping an eye on you.”

If he could lick his lips, he would have. Oh, how he was so curious about you now. You were more of a Belmont than he gave you credit for. It all made sense.

It was about time there was a Belmont that was close to Leon in views and personality. They all matched and surpassed his old friend’s strength, and they all had a strong desire to protect.

But many didn’t have Leon’s desire to talk things out, and hear what the other party had to say. Some indulged Dracula after defeating him, but most did not care, just wishing him gone.

After that, you hastily made an exit, not even turning to look at him like you had last time. He watched you as you left, already looking forward to seeing you again, and what antics you might get into when you do so.

He ignored the small pull in his chest as he watched you leave, unwilling to admit he already missed your presence.

[sakasakiii]

Thank the Valars ur back!!!💖💖💖 But if you need your rest, take them and have time! Remember we'll all support you always no matter what!😇until you post another i will wait patiently..... I am so thankful to you since I read the silm after i saw all ur amazing works.

Ps. I made this tumblr account to send❤❤❤❤to u and ur works. People like u always make my day! I wish I can draw and make headcannons like u! 😢 I think ill have to stop since the ps shhouldnt be longer than the tezt above(idk what they call that... I am EFL so i think im forgivable😎)

hiiiii!!! thank you for all your encouraging words and for taking the time to send in such kind messages ahhhh 🥺 im really honoured you like the stuff i put out! i have a lot of fun drawing them, and learning other people enjoy it too really gives motivation to all my doodles 🙇‍♀️ also you read the silm after finding my work?? 😭💖 that's very high praise but u are far too kind! the tolkien community here on tumblr is such a wonderful place with so many talented creators and amazing content, so i hope you continue to explore and enjoy your time!!!

i must send this back to you, because people like you make my day as well ❤❤❤ And don't give up!!! anyone can draw and make headcanons so long as they have an idea of what they wanna do-- that's the fun and freedom of fanwork, isn't it! i hope one day to see you putting your stuff out there as well... ehehee... 🥳

i'm also very happy you like the Asian-themed clothes in my artwork! i really do enjoy studying historical and traditional clothes, and i hope to keep incorporating them into my designs over time. since you asked for makalaure, here is a little doodle of him and maedhros in hanbok :DDD

i wanted to practice studying some more traditional styles, so i did a few other sketches of Maglor in various styles of historical East Asian styles + idril, nerdanel, and aredhel to model some female clothes hehe....

thanks again for your wonderful support bc it's really made my day, and hey!!! im super guilty of rambling too much in all my posts so honestly, write as much as you want in the P.S.s because word limits are a goofy concept 😎 all the best with ur EFL studies friend-- u can do it!!! fighting!!!! 💪 and have a wonderful rest of your day!

[bulletproofscales]

Hey there, hope you’re well! Love your work, it’s amazing. Hope you don’t mind me asking, but was really interested in how you started writing BTS wg fics and which member of youe favourite to write about? always love your work and excited for whatever comes next :)

omg hiii!! ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝ first of all, thank you soso much for the support?!!?!? it always makes me happy to see likes/reblogs/ao3 comments from blogs i recognize (ಥ﹏ಥ) and this ask,,, youre making my day.

i got inot a ramble so ill put one of these hehe sorry (ง ื▿ ื)ว

i dont mind the question at all!! even if i was a deep lurker in feedism communities of most of my fandoms. looking "chubby draco malfoy " into google images since 2012 (￣▽￣*)ゞ and later religiously following wg-writers of whatever fandom i migrated through. i would always send so many asks, and when i got into BTS i was older, and properly aware of what feedism was, and actively looking for it on tumblr. back then it was a handful of people with now deactivated blogs and @bangtanstummies (who as im writing this blog see has a deactivated blog as well :,) , i swear going through my dms is like going through a cementary) . i try to stay in touch with as many of the people now as i can!! but everyone will know im the suckiest at texts (@cookiesuga55 will know ) but id love to chat more and be more present

anyway back to the community in 2018, i really loved their stuff, and i felt like there was still room to add new ideas (which was hard in a fandom with as much fanficiton as BTS's) , thats what inspired to make my blog!! back then it was claled bangtangchub, and i didnt know how to activate my asks, bangtanstummies was the one to let me know and we even got into a discord all of us together!!! crazy times ( ◡‿◡ *) i remember being the oldest of the group👴 i was 15 at the time, some coudl argue it wasn't my place to be writing fetish fanfiction, maybe theyre right. but i found such a happy place in my fics. not only have i met some of my closest friends through here; (people ive met in real life!?!? ) but its helped me so much to find a safe place to explore my emotions, sexuality, and craft a hobby that was all my own. i dont think im that good of a writer, but i am really so proud of having stuck to something for so long, and having worked on it all by myself.

often times i feel like i lack the motivation to do anything with my life, and just all-around consider myself someone who lacks the strength and backbone to really do hard things. and i like to think of this blog, and my journey in it, as a place that proof i can... idk,, be good at things i worked hard on.

ANYWAY!! that was a long rant. As for the character i like writing the most about!! welli role play as jungkook almost daily! so i do feel a lot of myself in him. but i love writing all characters, over the years i really made an effort to not fall into a comfortable ship, because i really do think you could spin a wheel and whatever combination of bts members ahs their own unique loving dynamic.

as for things to come!! im working on a fic inspired by some art i saw recently by @gigichingado , jikook, im really liking how its turning out, and ofc because its me, its stretching out more and more in the build up ( _ _ ") . but i want it done over this week!! ps, i saw your obese tae requests, and i can definetly get something out after that (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

thank you for asking and giving me a place to rant!!

[adambja]

Hi Adam

I don't know why I'm telling you this to be honest hehe,but as my fav blogger I want to ask you for advice.

So I discovered the law last two years and for 8 months I tried using subliminals each one month but no matter how hard I stuck to one subliminal it never gave me results.

Then last year I read motivation on loa and all in other bloggers post but I never manifested anything no matter how hard I tried,I tried to be the creator of my reality,I pretended to be living my dream life even though I was broke asf and my family was suffering,ppl called me stupid but I didn't care,even when I never got results I believed it would come soon,I literally kept convincing myself for a year,I worked so hard but nothing happened,I never Manifested anything,and then I heard about the void state,I didn't believed in it but then I saw success stories and I believed it immensely,I thought there's still hope for me,for months I suffered but I pushed through and tried to get into the void state every day and every night,I worked on my self concept,I applied the law in every way but then nothing happened and then my dad fell ill,I was worried and I kept affirming to manifest his health,I affirmed in tears and I was fed up.i wanted to pay you for a custom tape because I thought it might help me but then I had no cent on me,so I could only keep affirming and affirming but nothing happened and then my mum died,she couldn't keep up with all of these,I had no siblings so yeah,then the dad died too.but I still didn't give up I didn't want to but it's useless,right now when I see any blogger giving ppl motivation,it annoys the hell outta me,I know I might be wrong but the law never helped me so now I'm gonna be sent to an orphanage home tomorrow in which girls are constantly molested each time,I literally pass by and see guys trying to touch them and I don't wanna go there please I need your advice,I'm tired of all these you are the creator speeches it's annoying to be honest,I wouldn't say I didn't try enough because I did extremely well,my phone is the only thing supporting me right now pls I need you to tell me what to do,it was my dad's gift to me on Christmas,he worked so hard to buy me one.ive tried every method possible

Most of y'all think you've had it bad??? I've faced worse,I don't even have access to my own house because of my fucking family members y'all give up immediately you try something

I tried for over 2 years but I never got anywhere and I need help,I'm going insane,if there's anything you can do to help me please do if there isn't then it's okay

First of all

My name isn't Adam it's adambja baby it's A GIRL HERE AND THIS IS WHAT I CALL A TRAUMA DUMPING THAT'S it

I didn't read anything because I am about to sleep I am so tired but you are welcome to talk to me privately and we will see

I understand your frustration and all your feelings and all this anger about some bloggers here saying the same repeated things over and over!

It's not my responsibility either cause I am not even like them hopefully I helped a lot of people here!

But when you send me a message make sure you tell me about what you want from the tapes if you are gonna buy them BECAUSE I DON'T MAKE CUSTOM TAPES FOR FREE you gave me your whole life thing how would I even help you if you aren't paying me for your personalized tape or coaching!!!!

I CAN LITERALLY HELP YOU IN ONE MONTH WITHOUT ANY VOID SH IN YOUR NORMAL PHYSICAL REALITY I DID HELP A LOT OF PEOPLE WHO HAD THE WORST SITUATIONS YOU CAN EVEN IMAGINE!

This is the issue here guys

This is MY ISSUE okay? Stop trauma dumping instead tell me WHAT DO YOU WANT TO HAPPEN!!! NOT WHAT HAPPENED CAUSE IDGAF ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED I AM HERE TO MAKE YOUR NEW REALITY HAPPEN

Again the old story MUST BE DEAD!

Also baby you need tapes NOT TALK NOT WORDS YOU NEED TO REWIRE YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS MIND

How SHOULD I MAKE THE OLD STORY DEAD, ADAMBJA?

Just tapes THAT'S WHY I AM MAKING TAPES WITH BENEFITS ITS BETTER IN MANY WAYS

And that's what I am originally a coach for!

[estcsy]

mars you are so cool, I love you, thank you for all your inspiring stories from your shifting experience! Tbh, you're my main source of hope to keep going in my shifting journey 🫶

I was wondering, what's your response to non-shifters that believe shifters are delusional, experiencing an extreme case of escapism, etc? I know I shouldn't be falling into doubt because of these close-minded beliefs, but I would really appreciate some kind motivational speech to remind me of how real all this is hehe 🫠.

thank you so much for being here :( it means a lot to me really 🤍

and I understand having doubt in it 1000% it’s a crazy ass concept that some people just can’t get their mind around and again I understand why

but also I think that people think of shifting as like this tiktok trend and “omg saiki kicked me out if my dr 🤪” doesn’t help it’s reputation at all

but it really does go so much deeper then that, shifting is spiritual like when shifting you don’t feel your third eye opening for nothing and I do think it should be respected as a spiritual practice because that’s literally what it is. also it’s a part of hinduism and yk disrespecting any religion/ practice makes you an ass hat

but I don’t necessarily care for people that think it’s not real, because at the end of the day it goes both ways for both parties because one will say “show me proof it’s real” and the other will say “show me proof it’s not” you can’t do either one of those things

it’s one of those things that you have to do it yourself to understand it, the people that think it’s not real or think that shifters are delusional simply just don’t understand and that’s okay you don’t have to understand it but diagnosing people with mental disorders on the internet is crazy 💀 shifting and astral projection are different but the way people treat the two is also very different because one is seen as just a spiritual practice and the other is seen as something that mentally ill people do

“it’s just daydreaming/ dreaming” you don’t have to learn how to dream, shifting is something people try do to for months or maybe even years in some cases and sometimes it doesn’t get anywhere because of self doubt or fear, that’s not what daydreaming or dreaming is people don’t freak out and say “ITS REAL” when they finally do shift just for the giggles

also I don’t think escapism can come to you by relaxing your body and doing meditations (which is sued in literally every method of shifting)

at the end of the day shifting is a spiritual practice that’s been around for years and not some tiktok trend that people will mental illness do, some people just don’t understand that and that’s okay. don’t let people take your beliefs away from you 🫂

[banananinjathebomb]

This is just a lil wtf moment .-. hehe

Ngl finance bro from a few months ago has now kind of ruined the prospect of getting back out there.

The man keeps trying to come back like he was rude af and didn't just try to blow past every boundary I placed.

A month ago I was in Urgent Care. I kept passing out and had a bunch of stuff wrong with me.

I told him the week before that I was on meds that made me really drowsy, on fmla and that I didn't really want to go out with him and meet his friends for his birthday. Like we weren't really at that stage yet tbh and I was hugging the toilet all week. I was already a lil peeved bc he'd told me I looked sick af and almost dead when he FT me and I didn't wanna force myself to try and act well when I wasn't.

I was sleeping all week. I didn't go out that week for his or the other 4 birthdays that week. I texted him HBD that morning. He didn't text me back for 6 hours. During which I fell asleep bc again, super ill.

He calls and texts me about 9pm asking what we were doing, if we were still going out. I didn't open it until 5-6am the next morning bc again, I was asleep.... I apologized and was like " I didn't know we had plans??"

Bro literally ghosted me for a week and then only texted me to say I stood him up on his birthday and we whatever we had going on was done.

Which I was a lil sad about, but also relieved bc like.... I don't want that type of person around me and like we hadn't really had a convo about if we were heading anywhere.

Everyone else I couldn't go out for understood and didn't make me feel bad for being chronically ill.

Like it wasn't that I missed it bc I didn't want to celebrate. I offered compromises and two of my best friends also had birthday parties that week and I didn't go to theirs bc of how sick I was...

Fast forward to the last two weeks and he's back trying to get me to text him back.... 🫠🫠🫠

Here's a few of the texts from him in the last two weeks that have made me giggle. 💀💀💀

What the actual fuck. There's only one person I've felt like I actually connected with and it's sure af not this man.

" I like that you don't care about my stuff. 😩"

"No other girl can keep conversations the way you do 🥺"

" why can't you see that we could be a power couple 🥺"

"You're so motivated and you don't care about the stuff other girls do😤😤"

" I like that you're high maintenance, but you don't act like the other girls that are high maintenance😩"

"If you wanted to make up and finally give me a blow job I'd let you 🥺"

" I was just kidding about that last one 🥹 Unless 👀🤔"

" you've ruined dating for me. I hope you know I can't stop thinking about you and I haven't even had sex with you 😤"

" please just text me back. I really need to talk to you and we can go get dinner."

" you want me to tell you how wrong i was??"

" look, you gotta believe me when I say I have never connected with anyone the way I have with you"

"I'm so sorry. I really don't know what to say to you. You give the best hugs. You really turned me into George Clooney. I never wanted to settle down with anyone til I met you."

" I've never felt this way with anyone. I don't think you have either. You make me feel really comfortable and I never have had to hide myself around you."

" okay you win, i really really like you and i think you're really pretty."

I know that's not gonna be everyone, but OH. MY. GOD. wtf. Like dude doesn't get to say that, ghost me for a week. Especially after he sent his one lil butthurt text back and he never responded to my genuine texts or called me back while I was open to communicating about it. 🫥🫥🫥

This is gonna be something Imma think about for awhile lmao 💀💀💀

[sin-content]

Technecly a info post

So! We meet again tumblr interface! I slightly understand it better now!--

About me! The "artist"

Ok ok, hummmm I dont know how I should start this rewrite but!

The name's Sin! Im a very friendly and probably way to hype artist! Well actually I aint a artist yet, but Im getting there!!

Im a undertale fan! Basicly the only fandom Im actually in--

I have alot of ocs becouse I cant stop imagining things! About 8 ocs not even going to lie-- but I have alot of aus about them and timelines!!

I would love to talk to anyone!! So dont be shy to try! Thats my job--

Ummmm whats else?- ah yes AI art sucks. Its my opinion so ill put it here! Its ok if you get a idea and generate a Imagine to give you a base idea for how it'd look but people who say the ai's art is theyres or trace it- theyre just- "I wont grace it with a discription"

Lastly but not less inportant! Remember to stay positive reader!! I always do and you can too!! >:3

Some rules

Be friendly and polite please! Hehe, its tumblr not twitter-

You dont need to ask if you want to use one of my cherecters for something, thought id say this here since I know some people tend to want to ask when they want to do sth before hand, Id just like to see for what you are usein em hehe ^^

Dont steal my art- please? Becouse I dont think its good enough to be stolen yet but, id cringe so hard if someone did, please avoid that!-

Well lastly I dont want anyone showing or making nsfw content about anything of mine- here its a strict [no nsfw] place!

CONTENT!

This blog contains Drawings, Random things, Reblogs of awesome stuff and Writeing ✨️\(òv ó\) Yesh, I can do that too aperently!! ("#my art" and "#my story"/"#writing")

Youll eventually hear snipits of the "rp timeline" that timeline isnt canon but it also is at the same time for my characters keep a eye out for that info buds ;3

Randomness! becouse Im kind of unpredictable when it come to motivation, what I draw and things I want to do! Though thats one of the reasons Ill never open commissions or requests PFFFT :3

Answering asks! I love getting asks! Always make my day! Dont be shy to ask anything you want! Even if its for my ocs to answer! Actually its ok to be shy just do it when you think you are ready! ^^

Alternet blogs

Sin's little blog [Thoughts, Randomness and Cheos >:3]

Ask-SMultiverse [Unsure]

List of Ocs

Aus not included

Things I am adding here

So! That was basicly it! Hope you have a great day!!

[daydweam]

hii!! :3 umm first of all i apologize for my bad english.. my native language is not english unfortunately (⁠˘⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠˘⁠) i've been wanting to write you a post like this for a long time.. i've been following you since last year, but i had to open a new account today.. because i forgot the password to my tumblr account (i'm dump hihii) i was very upset when i read an article in which you mentioned your illness.. ( in my sloppy english) maybe it may seem ridiculous to you, i'm a little embarrassed while writing this. because we've never talked to you, though.. well, i consider you my big sister, you give me that feeling (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ the posts you shared always gave me hope, and i was motivated here when i was feeling bad.. umm and you, i feel very close to you, like a sister 🥺 you are the only blog i like on tumblr!! <3 and in short, there are a few things i want to say to you.. i love you VERY much.. i don't know the status of your illness right now.. i hope you are very well. i REALLY don't want you to suffer.. i hope your suffering will subside in due time.. you are a very strong girl, i'm sure you will overcome this! i'm always behind you. hope you have a life as beautiful as your beautiful face :3 !!

This is the most special thing anyone could ever say to me. I am at such a loss for words. You cant begin to imagine how touched I am and how much joy you just brought me. This is just WOW! My health is stable but my pain is still severe. I am very limited in my ability to do a lot but I am recently very motivated to strengthen myself again. This post only makes me more motivated now! Thank you a million times over for this. Just thank you thank you thank you. I love you so much. 💕 GOD I JUST FEEL SO HAPPY NOW HEHE

[romanticallyghosting]

i realized i kinda... didnt even really talk about Dzintara backstory

i imagine his family immigrated to Canada over the summer to hope for a better life there, and just sorta accidentally got roped into the choir in the beginning of the year by his parents so he'd find it easier to make friends in a whole new part of the dang world

i already said this but uhh. yeah, shes the most responsible boy in town, earning that title via just always being stressed out over deadlines, projects, schoolwork, and completing everything super quickly so she can just drop dead and forget about everything for a few hours hdfhk

i really really want his song to resemble something like Sugarcrash! by ElyOtto [spotify link here]. idk i just feel hyperpop fits best because it gives way for him to basically rant about everything and all the stress shes under due to that, basically the opposite to TSIA's lyrics hfgkghfdj

perhaps her catchphrase could be something like "can this wait?" poor girl just wants a break

really dont feel like making up a new zodiac meaning n birthday so this bitch gets to share one with me and noel. feb 21st, pisces, the romantic nature or.. whatever it was hhgkjdfdfd

i feel like im just taking ocean and giving her anxiety but whatever, its fitting lol

and i DO have a few ideas for how he feels about the choir members so.. hehe. i still dont think hes really *friends* with any of the 6, cuz he just got there at the beginning of the year and goes trough... that.. like 2-3 weeks later.

impressions set before the accident cuz those kids at the end are not the same people they were at the beginning of the show

ocean - mostly indifferent to, but can appreciate how.. motivated she is to do everything as best she can constance - literally n/a. hes aware of her presence but thats the end of that. she just seems... nice (ba-dum-tss) penny - based on legoland, i feel like these idiots would NOT get along well together. unstoppable force meets immovable object type of situation ricky - okay so you know the joke thats like "if you think you know 1 trans person, you actually know way more than 1 trans person"? thats them two. they move in packs. maybe a quiet understanding between them about it (im forever a savannah truther, enough said) noel - just a quiet admiration for him cuz of how openly gay he is. maybe he can be like a small beacon of light that "oh shit. thats *okay* here" mischa - the one guy she relates to the MOST outta the bunch, for reasons stated above, but really isnt the type of guy he'd ever really wanna talk to or befriend

the silly!!!!!! i love him!!!! guess whos drawing their choirsona NOW... its meee!!! ill send it when im done hehehehehehehe i have ideas

[koqabear]

hii sol !! i hope u have a good break n stay healthy hehe 💗 also wanted u to know u r one of my fav writers on here n i only recently found out ab camera shy n its so good >//< i also read what the body wants a few months back i think n im just so in awe like how do u write so good omg :(

i may have been lurking in the shadows of ur blog for a long time already but ill always be lurking..🫡

hiii !! omg thank you 🫶🫶 my break has been going very well and i've been getting my motivation to write again hehe... very excited to share some projects with u guys once i come back 🤭

ahhhh thank u so much aldkgh camera shy has a special place in my heart tbh, like that was probably the most self indulgent thing i ever put out. and wtbw... im still in shock by the sudden resurgence it had and honestly i don't think i could tell you what was going on in my mind when i wrote that...! it was a fever dream at best.

asdkglh always lurking... i'll have to keep an eye out for you...

[osakiharu]

GRACE ILL SEND THIS IN 😭 you can choose if it's tenjiku or bonten era; ran x fem reader that are fighting over petty things then they start hitting each other [SOULMATES LOL] then she accidentally pushed him too hard that he had a nose bleed now he just slowly gets up and walks and she’s just running for dear life LIKE THIS SCENE [if its tenjiku she hides at izanas back if its bonten sanzu? you can decide!]

OKAY IM HERE !! thankyou for being so patient college is literally sucking out all my motivation to write stuff and i’ve been studying for exams <3 giving you a kiss rn <3

okay so - as i said, crack fics are definitely not my strong point when it comes to writing so apologies if this isn’t great lmao but yeah i tried hehe

- i chose bonten ran for this hehe

- i feel like you both were being petty asf. like the argument/fight was so unnecessary but y’all were in a bad mood so you didn’t stop and go like “this is literally so stupid what are we doing???”

-and you both were kinda joking at the same time so you didn’t intent to hurt him..

- like maybe you went to visit him at work because he’s been coming home late a lot and you miss him :(

- and you’re in a bad mood because you’ve had enough of being without him and you just wanna spend some time with him even if you’re surrounded by a bunch of criminals and scary people

- but ran just got back from a mission with sanzu. that man has had enough because they kinda fucked it up and got their shit rocked when they thought they were finished…

- his ass got beaten up and he’s been working overtime. not happy.

- so even though he’s happy to see you (of course) he was kinda hoping to just nap on the couch in his office for an hour until mikey comes in to talk to him about how it went

-“you had better not be falling asleep on that couch when you have a perfectly good bed at home!”

-“yeah, but you take up too much space, now stop nagging me.” he was joking but he was too tired to make it obvious so you thought he was serious..

-gave him a smack upside his head <3

-so he smacked your arm but one of his rings hit you a little hard and you didn’t take it lightly..

-you in a bad mood + ran being an ass.. not a good combo

-ran would never purposely try to hurt you ever. he just doesn’t know his own strength sometimes and his rings are chunky :(

-y’all get into a little slapping fight hitting each other’s arms and chests and stuff

-you’re surprising him with your strength ngl

-you go to give him a joking slap across the cheek but he leans backwards and you lose your balance…

-guess who accidentally punches ran in the nose <3

-“y/n, what the fuck!”

-girl run this man is not happy..

-you literally go and run out of his office and

-ran walking towards you with a nosebleed is not something you wanna see very often that shits scary..

-your lord and saviour sanzu heard ran shout so he decides to come and check on you both

-as soon as you see him near ran’s office, you run behind him and peek your head out from behind his back like 👁👁

-“what the fuck happened to you?” sanzu’s so confused 💀

-“it was ran’s fault, he started it!”

-ran tries so hard to argue back but sanzu isn’t having it

-“you’re gonna sit here and blame your girl for giving you a nosebleed when you were being an ass? i’ll give you a second one.”

-you can tell he’s joking from his tone but you and sanzu are like a little team against ran so you both stand there giggling at him

-he hates you both so much

-ran makes it up to you by coming home and sleeping in late with you though !!

[jamzandbamz]

For you guys 💗💗 Vibes were like... a hot summer day energy, but with a bit of a cool breeze, too 😂 Kind of wobbly, like he's been in another world mentally, angry but also friendly, wiped-out, sore from Murph workout, still himself, generally open 😆

-He talked for 12 min without realizing it wasn't on, said "ohhhh my God, ohh my f'n God, I been doin, I been on here for...it's not funny guys...now I'm starting off mad." Def got very angry lol, banged the table a few times 💣 😂

‐Top Q was about patreon, overall acknowledged they've been slacking, mentioned failed vids in particular, not quitting patreon, said he thinks they overpriced it in the beginning, went into this blind last year, said "everyone in here I need to treat like equals (referred to godfather sitch)," gave an actual apology, said he appreciates everyone

- (detailed if you want it) Deleted his Murph workout ig pic bc a female friend (of Mike's) texted Mike about it, he screenshotted the convo, and sent it to Jeff. Her text was, "Oh what does this guy do, just work out all the time?" Jeff said in the live, "I dont want to be like that, I'm not doing this to make ppl feel like shit, I'm doing it bc I'm mentally ill and I hope that I can motivate ppl." Deleted the pic last night. Later added that he was insecure about it so deleted

**Said he was with a "friend" earlier today who asked him "what the goal is" in his life, "why do you work so hard to where you never have a personal life?" Later was like, "then SHE SAID---" He immediately acknowledged he was "admitting it's a girl," so chances are this is Georgie today. (his answer was: legacy, influence, helping ppl, having a positive impact on the world 🌎)

-"I don't have a gf if that's what you're asking, I'm seeing a girl, she's got me in a hold (or hole?), she has mind control over me" (I wouldn't read into this too much, she's not doing anything, he just really has fallen for her, early, like we already knew, like a lot of guys do it seems)

-Asked if he's "in love" now: detached/sarcastic vibe: "I'm in love with all of you" "I'm in love with my own self"

-Went to "Laguna bc a lot of shit was -" then got cut off by a Q (arghhhh lol)!!! Breezed through a later Q about what was bothering him before Laguna (said "um" then replied to something else, not mad tho, energy was open/maybe he didn't want to say)

-a mental health Q, his response: "rough times over past two weeks, idgaf about skin cancer, they'll cut it off, go in with lasers and burn in off, I've done 10 surgeries in the past year and a half"

-In Laguna, found out about Ray Liotta, teared up after it set in, growing up he felt like he wanted to be him (like his movie roles) cried bc this he had such an effect on his life 😥

----- Other non-essential items: 😂

-Looking at locations for studio space to start shooting the shop in there! A "fantasy factory," front will be a storefront, have a functioning barbershop on set, thry msy build another podcast set, build others up (maybe) like Steven and Kyle. He'll take a cut ✂️ (hehe) ofc 😂

-Trying to find a place for LA meet up, more of a live pod/show

-They lost the memory card/footage from the wedding and after that day, Jeff is understanding (accident)

-New items: VINNIE ep in 2 weeks or less, did do a vid on the failed miami vid (ooh)

-Said he used to be insecure about his feet, used to jam them into shoes to make them fit 😆

-Said some if his fave content to make is doing these live streams 🔮, apologized again for the beginning, said "I hope you dont hate me"

[sierrawr]

im so glad i was able to provide u w some motivation 🥹 if i knew i wouldve sent something in earlier 🫶🏻 ive been checking in on ur blog to see if uve updated siren and saw that u just did !!!! the gasp i let out >>> i may not be quick with spotting clues or hints in the fics but ill try my hardest to look for it in the upcoming chapters!!! hehe cant wait to learn more about each characters & how jayrena's (jay + serena) r/s will play out :)) & ofc most importantly the whole crime scene

also,,, how are u? i hope youve had/are having a good day 🤍🤍

🦋: Oh, the way I squealed! 😭 It's always my greatest joy when someone appreciates and loves what I write the way you do 🥹 it's okay if it's a bit hard to catch the hint because it's only the beginning ~ It will get deeper and easier to catch the hints as I released each background. Also, the JAYRENA IS SO FREAKING CUTE AHHH!! The crime scene might be a bit bloody, and I might be killed by ??? If I spoiled too much over here. I've been good, but I caught a cold yesterday and been coughing 😭 thank goodness I feel a bit better today! Thanks for asking that dear 🩷 What about you, though? How are you doing?