#if you read this and uh...

[primamchorus]

i haven't been doing a lot of wip wednesdays, and i feel like i should since... my poor brain is addled with a lot. i'll treat tonight as a wip whenever kind of night.

vampire au

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"… Well… I-If it's what you need, then…yeah. You can have my blood," Primam said, looking at Prompto all the while. She had drawn her hands together, nervously wringing them as she then broke eye contact to look down. "… It means you won't starve, and it means if I give myself willingly, then other people won't get hurt either."

Prompto felt a thrill run through him at the offer. He ran his tongue over his teeth for a moment as he tentatively stepped forward, nearing Primam. As it was, he could already smell her — he could already hear her. Her heartbeat was an intoxicating bass line.

He paused.

"… Are you sure?" Prompto asked, a flicker of concern passing his face as he looked at Primam. He did his best to reign in that starvation that led to bloodlust. For her.

"You're my friend…" Primam quietly replied, slowly lifting her gaze to meet with his. "I don't want you to go hungry. If this is…something I can offer you, then yes. Yes, I'm sure."

It had been a month since Prompto was made victim to a vampire attack. Because of it, he had changed his habits. Seeing him in the daylight hours was rare — he would only ever meet others indoors if he needed to actually conduct a meeting. Then there was the vague ashy hue his skin took over time — nothing outrageous; only those who knew him and knew him well probably would have been the only ones to notice. And then there was the fact that he hardly ate anything anymore — even with his former diet, he at least ate decently before.

Primam had noticed… That was why she confronted him.

"Prim…" Prompto's mouth felt dry. He needed to sate his hunger.

Closing his eyes and furrowing his brow, Prompto took in a breath. "I…I don't know if it's going to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't want you to starve. That's worse than enduring a little bite," Primam replied. She reached up, bunching her hair and pulling it aside to reveal her neck to him, presenting it. "Just…you know, don't take too much… Obviously."

"'Obviously'…" Prompto repeated. Nearing Primam, he leaned in, leveling his mouth to her neck. He listened to how her pulse quickened underneath her skin. Parting his lips, he bared his fangs and pressed the tips of them against her as one of his hands cupped the opposite side of her neck, and the other grabbed her waist to hold her in place.

Likewise, Primam placed a hand against Prompto’s side, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. She braced herself for the puncture.

Finally, Prompto sunk his teeth into her. Then he paused, his eyes widening as a shuddered whimper left Primam. Not a sound of pain, but of pleasure…

Surely it was actually a sound of pain, just…

Prompto kept his mind on the task at hand: drinking Primam’s blood she so willingly offered him. Which was a veritable treat: her blood was delicious, and it began to soothe that hunger.

Another soft sound fell from past Primam’s lips, her hand loosening its grasp before she pressed it against him. And then her voice was a breathless gasp: "… Prompto…"

That was when Prompto paused again and then let go of Primam, drawing back to look at her with this faint flush across his face. A smear of her blood was present on his lips, and a flustered look was certainly evident on Primam’s face as well.

"I-I can't do this if you're going to make s-sounds like that…" Prompto stammered.

"I…I can't h-help it…" Primam replied, looking away before bringing her free hand over to cover her face. She closed her eyes as if that could hide her further. "I-It doesn't e-even hurt — the b-bite. It actually just…" her voice dropped to a quiet whisper. "I-It feels good… W-Worringly so, perhaps."

[prlssprfctn]

Robin!Jason, who constantly references different books at random times by quoting them and joking about characters, except Bruce doesn't have much time to read everything that Jason goes through. Of course, he understands some nods towards classics, but Jason is an avid reader, so it is hard to keep up with him sometimes. Jason tries to drag him to watch some movie adaptations, but he falls asleep in the very beginning of it.

And then Jason dies.

Bruce goes through all his library obsessively to the point he remembers the page of every little bookmark Jason left, and he knows his little notes on the margins by the heart. He watches movie adaptations, too, even though Jason only ever watched it to hate on them. He finds new books, books he thinks Jason would like if he was alive, and reads them, imagining what kind of analysis would Jason finalise by the end of it; his opinion not always matches with Jason's, but that doesn't matter. Bruce just likes to imagine.

Years pass, and Jason returns to Gotham. Not as a boy Bruce missed so much. Or, at least, he thinks so.

But then Jason does some bitter, irritated reference, comparing them to characters of one of the books he had on his shelf, and Bruce catches himself thinking... well, they still think similarly, but the conclusion they drew had always differed from each other. It is a different situation, of course, but... but maybe he could try to make this work.

Because, if anything, Bruce is tired of imagining. Especially, not when he finally has a chance to get everything back.

On the next day after their fight, someone sends Jason a copy of a new book from his favourite author - the one that he still hadn't read - his old set of colourful bookmarks, and a little note.

Let me know what you think.

Bruce gets the book back in a week, full of frantic notes, a bunch of bookmarks, and a short note explaining what each colour means (a mystery he didn't resolve years ago, after he passed away).

And, oh, God. He completely forgot how fast Jason read sometimes.

[cavalierclavier]

When I broke the cycle, I made sure that the tear was rough. You carry a part of what should be her, and she carries a part of what should be you.

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[givemeureyes]

day 1 without ao3: i have gone through all 5 stages of grief multiple times and have invented a 6th. i will not disclose what the 6th stage of grief is.

[cj-the-random-artist]

Ok hear me out: Narilamb but they're both aroace and in a qpr.

I've been rolling around in my head for like a long long time this idea that Narinder and Lambert could both be aroace and (after like. A couple of centuries or so) end up in this like very comfortable very close relationship that neither of them define as anything specific other than calling it a "companionship". But on the other hand most of the cult thinks that they're dating in secret or something despite the fact that both of them have said they don't take lovers, because they are clearly very tight but maybe not super openly so, so maybe the cultists thing they're being secretive and hiding something or something like that. Idk but my aroace brain loves thinking about extremely close (mostly) platonic relationships and for some reason my brain decided hmm. I'm going to take this and throw it at Narilamb and see how I like it.

So then I decided to make a ridiculous joke comic about Narinder asking Lambert's hand in marriage specifically because he wants to get out of paying taxes. Because like, I know that spouse followers do actually still have to pay taxes in the actual game but. Hey Narinder and Lambert have presumably never married so they probably don't know that...? Honestly the only reason I made this was because the concept tickled me and I spent too much time on this for no one to see it, so. This comic and all it's absolute ridiculousness be upon ye.

While there's a tiny part of me that's been thinking about making this into an AU (which I'd probably call something like the "Strictly Platonic AU" or something), I know for a fact that I would blatantly not do anything legitimate with it so. It's an unofficial AU I guess?? But. Anyways. I thought this would be funny. Enjoy my ramblings and I hope you enjoy this thing that I spent. Actual time on. Lol

[anemonet]

Technoblade....

[inknose]

happy valentines day!! they're really like this.

[tedkaczynskiofficial]

I love Zutara as much as the next girlie, but I think people romanticizing Zuko catching Azula's lightning in the Final Agni Kai are doing Zuko's character a massive disservice. He would have done that for anyone. Not just anyone in the Gaang, anyone.

He did it for the division he ended up getting burned over. He did it for his subordinate that was going to fall to his death after the ship was struck by lightning. He did it for Lee, when he was kidnapped by Gao. He did it for Iroh, when he confronted his dad and tried to break him out of prison. He did it for the whole Gaang at the Western Air Temple. He did it for Sokka, Suki, and Hakoda at the Boiling Rock.

His whole character revolves around saving everyone else first. Hell, he tried to save Zhao of all people! There's no way that would have gone well for Zuko if Zhao had actually taken his hand. He always does what he thinks is right first before considering his own safety.

Zuko always saves other people. Even if, especially if, he can't save himself.

[mumblesplash]

part 2!!!! [read part one here]

transcript below the cut arranged into stanzas to help show where the rhymes are:

“that’s why they brought gem in? as a failsafe?” as a pawn. we were told to point her at whoever we need gone

“gem won’t hurt her allies. …yet.” the curse she carries will it’s had its eye on her since she lost the other eye she was specially selected for her hunting skill it’s quite the high honor. “wow. how generous.” we try

think about it: why does almost no one fight the curse? “given how fast scott killed skizz last season, i can guess.” [“any pain you spare your friends, you’ll have to suffer worse”?] it’s designed to shut down higher reasoning with stress

[humlase]

"Katelyn looks like Neil" yes BUT she looks like pre-evermore Neil. He comes back after winter break a redhead and Andrew does the biggest sigh of relief ever because thank fuck his crush doesn't look exactly like his identical twin brother's girlfriend.

[northstarscowboyhat]

Peepaw Starlo struggles. Autism 2 autism communication struggles.

[meamiki]

silly comic based on a time i struggled to read live on stream :thumbsup:

context clip compilation below ASDASDFASA

(cw for brief mention of hospitals/strokes)

[kalivodas]

listen i just had to i have such a fundamental feeling for that bear of a man

part 1

warnings p in v nasty nasty talk he calls you kiddo but come on now

IT’S YOUR FAULT. at least that’s what he tells you, coos into your ear as the wet of his mouth finds refuge against your throat. his beard tickles, but his tongue sears.

“you started it, kid,��� he grumbles to the fever-ridden air between you. his truck was hot, fog pilled on the windows. (jesus, you were fucking in the parking lot of a home goods.)

he places a palm on your back, arches it up nice and pretty for him, and teases the head of his cock against you. you hear his breath hitch when he meets nothing but wetness.

“please,” you whine, and you feel goosebumps prick your skin at the rawness of your voice.

“beg for it, lovie,” he urges.

your hips buck, grinding into him aimlessly as he pulls away from you. a man who would stick his dick in you in the back of a shopping plaza, but a man with restraint, nonetheless.

somewhere between the high-pitched whimpers of oh, fuck you and god, please please please just put it in and fuck me, john, please baby, need you bad (it was absolutely this one), he bottoms out inside you.

you feel his hips shutter against you. your lungs fall empty, a pathetic, breathless thing falling from your mouth. when you find your air, catch his cock in a vice, he completely draws from you.

“stop being mean,” you grit, bite at him, and your back heaves when his teeth sink into your shoulder.

he grins. you feel it. “why dontcha’ just be quiet honey? just-“ he jams his length into you, face splits impossibly when he hears a squelch. “let her talk for a little bit, shut that pretty fucking mouth.”

before you get to rebuttal, or a form a decent thought in the mush that was your head, his palm finds the fat of your hip. he squeezes there, hums when you whine, and places a hefty palm on your ass. he lets the other hand snake around, enveloping your mouth.

“fat babies, huh?” his pelvis all but snaps against you, and you bite against his hand when his balls slap your clit. he feels you squeeze him, like a fucking vice, he says, and one of his hands slide to your shoulders.

he pushes you down, cheek flat against the leather of his backseat, and pistons down into you like he got paid by the damn hour.

“i’ll give you a fucking baby.” his chest shudders, you swear you feel the hair of it prick your back. your bear.

“fill you the brim, jesus, i’m gonna make you a mama,” he grunts, and you can hear the brute of him shatter. his words come out slurred and broken, lungs taking in air almost viciously.

your hips lock beneath him, and you paw the hand on your mouth away. “knock me up,” you beg him. “please, gotta be— fuck, gotta be full.”

you’d put twenty bucks on the bet that he whimpered.

“i’m gonna’,” his hands find the pudge of your thighs and he tightens his fingers on you like you might slip out of them. “gonna’ make you all fat and pretty, kid.”

he cums then, hot spurts of him filling your tummy. he peels himself away from you, and has to bite away a smirk at the spent, sweaty state of the two of you.

“no more house shopping for you, mr. price,” you coo up at him, but your body hasn’t moved. in fact, it sounds like your fighting your lungs to breathe.

he laughs. “yeah baby, that’s the problem.”

a / n dedicated to @pricegouge only ur tags awakened something

[aueua]

love these guys. the musical chairs

[kaliido-s]

Old Wounds

Another project I had initially set up as “low effort” only to spend a month working on it