#im not too sure about how to fully render a shot yet

[deatheweeb]

Bive just breathing outta relief after somehow beating MR with a pickaxe to death

This was made as a little warm-up to get used to animation :>

[9w1ft]

a small and shameless reflection on the concert…

thinking today about everything that led up to this moment. all of the deep research and inside jokes, all of the drafts and prototyping. plans to pull this off way back in 2019! and now, nearly four years later, the chance was upon us.

i planned this sign with one purpose in mind: i wanted to make taylor smile. in retrospect, it’s all i’ve ever wanted out of any of this. hoping that i might buy a little time and trying everything to get her laughing 😌…

and so i made the sign big and animated and sparkly 🥰 something she couldn’t not notice. it was all going according to plan.. by the grace of the gods @theprologues and i had secured seats near the stage and not just that, seats near a corner. it was opening night!

i tried to retrace my memory and mimic what i did at rep tour tokyo because, well, i figure it provided the best chance at being noticeable, should that have been in the stars. so we walked the floor, passed by production booths, scanned the area for cameras, had fun taking photos in various places and looking around at everyone’s amazing costumes, and finally, we settled into our seats in section Q row 17 seats 3 and 4

and actually, right up until the concert began we had a fully wide open view. it couldn’t get any better!

for being so close to the stage, i still was not sure when taylor would appear… or if she would even come close, but i just had this feeling that we would have a shot at it. for months i had been doing image training in my mind of what i would do, how i would react… what i would say or shout out… what hand would hold what and move what. …yeah 😆 it all goes out the window. what with the peer pressure and the heat of the moment letting doubt creep in and you’re like, god, am i really doing this? but in my heart i was COMMITTED. because.. you’ve got to know what you love. and you’ve got to get a real kick out of it because there’s too much in the world that can spoil life if you let it.

😌 not in my wildest dreams would i have guessed that the moment would come toward the end of the show, and it would be during this song:

THIS SONG! like… i still cannot BELIEVE that it would be anti-hero, of all songs, the one where, you know, she cranks the meta commentary firehose to maximum, oh and, cuts open the RIGHT SIDE EYE of a SUNNY SIDE UP EGG, … where was eye.. ah yes, who knew that this song would bring taylor right in front of this unhinged tumblr kaylor, eye theory chief operating officer, for an eye theory practical effects moment 😭

i’ve searched near and far for the best footage possible but nothing has quite captured the spontaneous combustion of the moment. here, below, is a clip from what pro captured, next to an artistic rendering of the inside of my brain:

and while it’s hard to explain exactly how the moment went down, i nevertheless —surprise of the century, i know— made a small video tribute 😌 ↓

i did manage to get my eye sign off of my person and up high by my face just in time to sing out “im the problem it’s me!” which, god, i don’t think anything can possibly top 😆😆

pro and i were a shambles and i haven’t felt this out of my own body since god knows when. it was the most amazing moment and i just… i hope taylor got a kick out of it and i also hope karlie got a kick out of hearing about it but also i just hope she could feel all of the love that pro and i were channeling in that moment from all of you, tumblr kaylor fam and eye theory truthers near and far, to her 🥹 it’s weird to feel like she’s so far away and yet was like.. less than five meters in front of us for a few seconds just a few weeks ago 😭 the inability of my phone to capture her in contrast and in focus is, i think, a tribute to her cosmic power and literal brilliance 😌 yes 😌 that’s how i see it.

anyway. thank you for letting me share!

[ptersparkers]

hi, peter parker

summary: the four nights spider-man visited your window and the one time he stayed.

a/n: this has been in my drafts since early 2018 and i am in love with peter parker. anyways im so grateful to get to hear back from you guys and i love seeing messages from you lot!!

warnings: none, just fluff 

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i

To think you had said no to a night out.

You sighed and looked at your phone, your friend Taylor sending you a video via snapchat wishing you were at a friend’s house party. Initially you had declined because of a stressful week at school, but now you were bored out of your mind.

‘Sorry, Tay,’ you texted. ‘Maybe next time.’

Your phone’s clock read three minutes until midnight and you figured it would be best to sleep. You scoffed at the thought of resting when your body’s clock was rendered to stay up until four in the morning - what you had been doing some nights to study for upcoming AP tests. Now that that was out of the way, it’s like your body couldn’t fall asleep until well after midnight.

You groaned to yourself and switched on the small light by your bed. The light was dim enough so it wouldn’t bother the neighbors across from your apartment. Your eyes were closed for a total of, what felt like a millisecond, before you heard knocking on your window.

“What in the world?” you muttered. You stood up from your bed and immediately saw a red mask greet you.

“Hey there! I know this is weird, but you’re the only window with the light on and I really need to stop before I fall. There’s a whole bunch of houses and I need to fix my web shooters,” said the man in the mask, which you knew to be Spider-Man.

You stared at him, unable to comprehend what you were about to do. “Oh, um, sure,” you said before opening your window. You stepped aside and let him in. Spider-Man crawled through your window and landed effortlessly on the carpet, not making a sound.

“That was almost graceful,” you commented. “I’m pretty sure my mom would’ve thought I snuck out.”

“Do you sneak out?” he asked.

“Nah. I’m too lame to try. Do you want water or anything?” He shook his head.

“No, I just need someplace to fix my web shooters. I think they got jammed,” he replied.

“Okay, cool,” you said awkwardly, balancing from one foot to the other.

“Can I sit on your bed?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Do you have a small pick by any chance?”

“I have tweezers?”

“I guess that’ll do.”

You fetched tweezers from your makeup vanity and gave them to him. He instantaneously began working on his web shooters as you stood and watched. His head shot up and he faced you.

“I’m sorry, I never introduced myself. I’m Spider-Man,” he said, extending his hand for you to shake.

“Y/N,” you replied. “Welcome to my humble abode.”i

“Thanks! I really like the board above your bed with all the polaroids. It looks so neat that I fear I might mess it up from all the way over here.”

You laughed and sat beside him. “I’ve been obsessed with taking polaroids for two years now. I made it a point to capture the best memories and fix them into some sort of memory board so I can remember the good times.”

“That’s smart. I wish I was artistic and creative, but I can barely draw a straight line with a ruler,” he said. You watched as he worked and sat in silence for a moment.

“Say, do these web shooters get stuck all the time?”

“Not usually, I just think I haven’t really been able to update them or clean them out. I’ve been busy with all this ‘saving the little guy’ stuff,” he said.

“Is it fun? Being Spider-Man, I mean. You’re practically an Avenger,” you asked.

“I’m technically not an Avenger. Well, not yet. I’ve been working with Mr. Stark for a little bit, but it’s mostly keeping Queens safe for now.”

“Sounds like you’ve got a serious job on your hands.”

You could see the eyes on his mask move like he was smiling underneath. “Yeah, I do. I’m glad people can understand that.”

“So, what kind of things do you do on your day off? I’m sure you’re not always swinging around and hanging out in the homes of strangers.”

He laughs. “No, not really. I don’t know, I hang out with friends sometimes.”

You thought about asking him more, but decided against it. His life outside of being Spider-Man was his own.

“Wow, that sounds pretty mundane. I do pretty much the same, except school’s almost over and I have a month until summer break,” you replied. Spider-Man hands you back your tweezers and fixes the web shooters back on his suit.

“Any fun plans for the summer?”

“As of right now, no, but who’s to say?”

Spider-Man laughed and walked towards your window. “I’m sure you’ll find something fun to do. Thanks again, Y/N.”

“See ya!” you say as you watch him exit the window and swing away.

ii

Summer was just around the corner. It was another Friday night and you had decided against studying for finals because it seemed that that was all you did in your free time. The sky was getting dark out and you decided to stay in bed tonight and binge watch shows on Netflix, turning your phone on silent. You had enough snacks to last you the entire night and popped your headphones in, pressing play.

It wasn’t long before you heard tapping on your window. Curiously, you stood from your bed and saw Spider-Man.

“You again,” you said playfully as you opened up the window. “What do you need this time?”

“Honestly? I think I need a little break,” he said. “I’d also love to take this suit off, but my identity is something I’d like to keep hidden for a little while.”

“That’s fine,” you replied. “I’m not really in a rush. Not that you need to tell me who you are or anything, ugh, you get what I mean.”

Spider-Man laughed and pointed at your window and you nodded, watching as he climbed his way through.

“Can you even breathe in that thing?” you asked, pointing at his mask.

“Oh, yeah! It’s a breathable material and lets oxygen pass so I’m not always suffocating myself. That’s how I’m able to keep the mask on at all times.”

“Interesting,” you said, sitting on your chair by your desk as he took a seat on your bed.

“Studying for finals?”

“More like procrastinating. Well, all I do is study and I deserve a break,” you said.

“That you do. Final season is coming up and I’m dreading having to -”

“Wait, you’re in school?” you asked, interrupting his speech.

Spider-Man looked at the ground, the walls, and anywhere but your gaze.

“I, uh, yeah?” he said with uncertainty, scratching the back of his neck.

“If you think I’m going to look all over Queens to find out which school you go to, I’m letting you know now that I won’t. That seems like too much effort and for all I know, that isn’t your actual voice,” you replied, twirling a pen in your hand.

“Phew, thank you,” said Spider-Man, pretending to wipe sweat off of his forehead. “Damn, all of this swinging made me really hungry.”

“You should try the deli down there. It’s called Delmar’s and it’s my favorite sandwich shop. Also, asked for the sandwiches to be smushed! Don’t ask me why, but it tastes better,” you said.

Spider-Man went silent for a moment and you cocked your head to the side, thinking you either said something wrong or he was just really hungry.

“What?”

Spider-Man shook his head. “Nothing, nothing. I’ll be sure to try your suggestion. Anyway, I’ll see you soon!”

And with that, you saw red and blue flying in the wind.

iii

You were half asleep with your headphones in your ears when you heard a faint ‘thwip.’ Your parents were fast asleep and you had willed yourself to watch one more episode of Law and Order: SVU before getting sleep for your final. Currently, you were on your side with one earbud in (the other having fallen out, but you didn’t care much) and the voice of Olivia Benson could be faintly heard from the volume that could put you to sleep.

You stirred slightly, but not enough to wake you up fully.

Then came a knock on your window. Once. Twice. Three times. You yawned and rolled over to see Spider-Man standing outside your window with nothing but the moon behind him to illuminate your room. You threw the covers off of you and rubbed the sleep away from your eyes, opening the window for him to come in. With it, the chilly wind did not welcome you warmly and you grabbed a sweatshirt from your closet.

“Sorry to wake you,” he said sheepishly.

You waved him off. “It’s okay, Spider-Man. I like your company and you’re probably the only person who I couldn’t bring myself to yell at.”

He put his hands of his heart. “Wow, I’m so touched.”

“You should be,” you said, climbing into the covers and resting your back against your bed frame. “What brings you to this part of Queens at this ungodly hour?”

“It’s only nine thirty,” Spider-Man deadpanned. You shrugged.

“What can I say? A girl really needs her beauty sleep before her last final.” Spider-Man’s autonomic eyes seemed to narrow as if her were in thought.  

“Oh shoot, that’s tomorrow? I’m sorry for bothering you,” he apologized. You laughed and shook your head, patting the bed for him to rest on. Spider-Man gently put his knees on the mattress and situated himself so he was laying on his side, looking at you.

“It’s okay, Spidey. You already know I love your company. Besides, it’s only nine thirty,” you mocked. Spider-Man laughed and the room fell into a comfortable silence. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing really,” he began, but you looked at him with a knowing expression. “Okay, a lot but that’s for another day when we have more time. I’m just thinking how lucky I am to have you in my life and I’m grateful it was you whose room I stumbled into and not some mean old lady.”

“I’m happy you came here too,” you confessed. “This is probably gonna sound weird but...your visits are something I look forward to. I don’t know, I just feel like I opened up to you much quicker than any of the friends I have at school.”

“I feel the same way,” he said, sighing. “I don’t know, it’s just hard being two people at the same time. Even though you don’t know my real name yet, you know more about me than anyone else does.”

“And that’s something I will cherish forever,” you said, stroking his cheek with your hand. “I’m really happy I met you.”

“I can say the same,” he replied. But before he could make himself more comfortable, Spider-Man pushed himself off of the bed and adjusted his web shooters before seeing that you had tucked yourself in. Spider-Man smiled and his autonomic eyes grew wider as he bent down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You could barely feel his lips.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

iv

You groaned, slamming your door shut and planted your face into a pillow, wanting to forget the world had ever existed. It was a hot summer night and your mother had just let you know that she and your father would be staying at a friend’s for the week, but that you couldn’t join them this time. You probably should’ve been happy to have the apartment alone, but the last thing you wanted to be was alone.

Spider-Man hadn’t come by your apartment in nearly a month and you had started to grow increasingly worried about the boy who you couldn’t get out of your mind. Every time you thought about the possibility of dating, you immediately shook that out of your head for two reasons: the first being he’s a superhero and you were a regular New York citizen, and the fact that you didn’t know his name or what he looked like. You’d never pressure him, but that didn’t mean you were dying to know.

The sun was almost set when your parents left and you hadn’t had the decency to move from where you flung yourself. There was a tapping sound from the window and you knew who it was.

“It’s open!” you mumbled from your pillow, where you had curled yourself so you could continue in your self wallowing.

“Who dragged the cat in?” Spider-Man asked with a chuckle. You looked at him as if you hadn’t seen him in years and got off of your bed, letting your arms snake its way around him. With a sigh, you closed your eyes and let yourself revel in this moment. “You okay?”

“I was worried,” you said quietly. “You usually go no more than a few days of being gone but it’s been nearly a month, and I know I don’t have any right to worry, and that you were probably really busy, but I was really worried.” Spider-Man let out a soft chuckle and held your body closer to his, letting his chin rest on top of your head.

“You have every right to be worried, Y/N. I’m touched that you care so much. I-I’ve been a little stressed with my personal life and haven’t been able to patrol as often and I didn’t have much energy to swing to your place. I’m sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay,” you replied. “I’m just relieved to find out you aren’t dead.”

Spider-Man laughed. “Say, what are your parents gonna think if they find me in your room?”

“Well, they’re gone this week so there’s no way that’s happening.”

“Oh, well lucky me, I guess,” he said nonchalantly as he let himself rest on your bed. He plopped himself in the middle, his back resting against the mattress as you chuckled. “Come lay with me.”

You didn’t say anything as you climbed next to him and willed yourself not to put your entire body on him, but Spider-Man pulled you to his side and held you tight.

“I had this nightmare that you needed me and I couldn’t save you,” said Spider-Man. “I was in a really weird place and felt like I couldn’t leave my house but last night was the last straw. You were falling and I couldn’t save you. I needed to see you again just to make sure.

His voice got weaker and you put your head on his chest, finding his hand to squeeze it to let him know you understood.

“Sometimes I think this gig is too much for me. I feel like I shouldn’t have been given these abilities but at the same time, I’m grateful for all the things it’s given me. Like you.”

“I’m here,” you whispered.

You both stared at the ceiling for a while, basking in each other’s company. You would faintly feel his heart beating through his suit and he was rubbing soothing circling on your hip with his thumb.

“You know,” you said, hesitantly while propping yourself up with your elbows. “You could stay for the night since my parents are gone.” Your eyes widened as soon as you said it. “I-I mean that in the most innocent way possible.”

Spider-Man laughed and looked at you with his autonomic eyes, letting a comfortable moment pass as he thought about your offer.

“I think I’d have to let some people know I’d be safe first, but I’d like that.”

It grew quiet between you two and you didn’t know what was to come next. Slowly, you moved your body to sit up and he followed suit, wondering what you were planning.

“Do you trust me?” you asked.

“I trust you,” he confirmed. You moved your hand towards his mask and you could already sense his body tense up, especially when you moved the mask up his face. You stopped for a brief moment, but he didn’t stop you. You kept lifting the mask until it rest gently above his nose and leaned in to place your lips on his.

The kiss was gentle and searing at the same time, like you both had been wanting to do something for a while but hadn’t until that very moment. It was passionate and innocent, slow and fast. It wasn’t rushed; you held his jaw with both hands, afraid that he was going to leave the second you pulled away. His lips moved in conjunction with yours and didn’t part until you both ran out of air.

“I’ve been meaning to do that for a while,” he said, not bothering to pull his mask down. You laughed and looked at him as he took off his web shooters and pulled his mask off his face.

“Hi, I’m Peter Parker.”

To say you were surprised was an understatement. Spider-Man was cute.

“Holy shit, you’re hot,” you whispered more to yourself. Peter laughed and your cheeks developed a pink tint.

“I happen to think you’re also hot,” Peter said with a chuckle before pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Hi, Peter Parker,” you said with a grin.

“Hi, Y/N Y/L/N,” he said with a grin equally as big.

“I don’t really know what I imagined under the mask, but you’re much cuter than what I had expected,” you said. “Let me go get some of my brother’s extra clothes. He lives in Los Angeles now but we still have some of his stuff!”

Peter smiled at you as you walked out of your bedroom and took the time to look around, letting himself bask in the moment that was pure bliss. How you were going to introduce him to your parents, he didn’t know. But Peter knew he didn’t want to let you go any time soon.

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[kpopchangedme]

Nocturna: Part II [M]

The fragile peace between undead and lycanth is imperilled your arrival to the Inferorum Castrum. Between the changing power dynamics of the wolf pack and the insatiable urges of the vampire king, you aren’t exactly sure where your loyalty lies.

Protagonists: Im Jaebeom | You | Bang Chan

Word Count: 5k

Genre: NSFW | *SMUT* | Supernatural!au | Vampires | Werewolves | Angst | Romance | Love Triangle

Snippet: Straightening, he gazes down at you, blood-red eyes roaming your exposed chest with a new kind of hunger. Apparently, even creatures of the night are men. “So,” he asks, challenging, “preferable?” Earlier you only feared him killing you, you didn’t even consider he could request something else entirely, crave more than your blood.

Nocturna Masterlist | HALLOWEEN

Stirring in your sleep, you roll on your side. It’s freezing. By instinct, you tug at the satin sheets covering you, still only half-conscious. There’s something abnormally cold and hard close, in a haze, you run your fingers on the mattress to find it. The object is smooth and elongated, you explore it, slowly opening your eyes as you reach its end; long, slim, soft, icy… Fingers.

You don’t own satin sheets.

Awakening in a rush of adrenaline you sit, jumping as far away from the corpse next to you as you can. You hit a stone wall in your haste. You’re in a dark room, you can barely see anything. Your entire body aches dolorously and, remembering the scene in the forbidden forest, you reach for your injured back. The skin that was torn apart is now silky and perfect, smooth as though it was all a bad dream, your face is the same. Cautiously, you rotate your shoulder, and the pain you feel tells otherwise. That, as well as all the holes and the dry blood stiffening your clothes.  

Somehow you were healed and survived.  

Your gaze falls to the inanimate corpse on the other side of the bed, you are beginning to distinguish his features now. Is this his doing? He seems dead and you might believe that to be true if you hadn’t seen him move and talk just fine earlier. His hair is charcoal, one with the darkness, but his skin is drained, so pale it’s translucid and dark veins course under it. He is gorgeous, but also undoubtedly evil. You shiver, staring at the dangerous resting vampire. The sun must still be up if he has brought you into his den. He probably feeds at night; it must be the only reason you are still breathing.

Millimetres by millimetres, you slide away on the canopy bed until you reach its edge. You keep your eyes on him, rendered statuesque by his immobility. When you’re toes touch the stone floor, you allow yourself a soft exhale of relief. He still hasn’t moved. This is your chance to escape. Your shoes and hunting gear are nowhere to be found, but you don’t waste time searching. Careful, you tiptoe to the other side of the darkroom. Already unlocked, the door opens on the end of a large stone corridor, sparsely lit by hung torches. You hesitate, having no idea how you got here in the first place, or how to get out. The vaulted ceiling is so high above your head, this place must be gigantic. Heart pounding, you glance one last time at the undisturbed vampire on the bed. Did he really heal your wounds? Still, you should run. It seems that’s all you’ve been doing today; running away. It started like any morning really, you aren’t sure how it turned out this wrong. One moment you’re hiding behind a bush on the outskirts of the forbidden forest, trying to get a clear shot at a deer, the next… You’re being chased by a giant demon wolf. Was it really Chan? It can’t be. You know the young trapper by heart, he’s sweet and funny. Suddenly you flush, remembering his nakedness. It's like a dark secret fantasy you didn't know you had... But what happened in the forest has to be real… Because you are here, but where is this place anyway? You’ve never seen anything like it.  

It all happens in an instant. Your scream of terror doesn’t even leave your throat when you are suddenly yanked backwards. It is muffled by the cold hand gagging your mouth. Cold.

Dead.

The door shuts on the corridor, letting absolute darkness fall on the bedroom again. You didn’t see him coming, didn’t hear a thing, yet he’s caging you. Just like in the Forbidden Forest. The undead’s arm is wrapped around you, and he’s pressed against your back. This time, however, you aren’t dying, not yet anyway, not that easily. You feel way stronger. Struggling to free yourself from his embrace, you hit him a few times with all your might, but he doesn’t falter. When you bite his hand though, you get a reaction. He takes it back as suddenly as it appeared.  

“Biting?” The vampire asks dryly, and you freeze, mortified. Slowly, he turns you in his arms, like a rag doll deprived of any free-will. “Irony isn’t lost on me...” His marble skin seems to glimmer in the darkness, sharp features emphasized by the shadows. “Do not venture out of here alone. Stay with me if you want to live.”  

“P-Please... Don’t eat me...” You plea under your breath, gaze-wide as he stares back unemotionally at you.  

“Eat you?” His lips stretch, uncovering perfectly aligned white teeth. This time, his fangs are nowhere to be found. “I don’t eat little girls...” The creature reaches for your hair, caging a strand between his long fingers. Leisurely, he lets them slide on the silk. “Not unless they want me to...” A shiver travels down your spine. “I healed you, tidbit.”  

“Why?” At your question, the bloodsucker lowers his head into you, smelling your skin.  

“Because,” he whispers, his nose diving way down and brushing your neck, “I don't like seeing sweet blood go to waste… I hate that Beta Dog... And you begged… I love when people beg me.” You’re frozen still as he replies, unable to pay attention. He's going to bite you at any moment, you're going to die. “Now you owe me.” You simply stand in the creature's arms, motionless, more and more unsure of what he wants. Why isn’t he biting you?  

“O-Owe you what?” The words manage to exit your mouth miraculously, and he pulls back to observe your reaction.  

“Your life. I’d like to propose a deal for it...” The vampire pauses, getting distracted, “You’re much prettier unbattered, tidbit.” Bringing two fingers under your chin to observe you, he holds it like it's something frail and precious. “Is there anything else you desire, other than your life?”  

“G-Grandma… I need to return to my gran's h-house.” You seem unable to tear your gaze away from his mesmerizing dead irides. You’d do anything to get back home, return in one piece from this hellish hunt.

“I have been told that story before… The one with the big bad wolf.” He chuckles, barely audible. The elegant undead seems to ponder on something before speaking again; “One night.”

“W-What?”

“My price.” He specifies, sternly. “For your life and safe return. I’m being generous since you are from there.” Your village, so the legends were right. Vampires don’t usually murder people from Ianua.

“You won’t drink my blood?”

“Of course! One night to feed...” His index traces your jugular and your heart accelerates. “I really hate dogs.” He scoffs, clearly disgusted at the memory of the meeting in the woods. “You owe me a drink, tidbit.”

“Don't call me th-” Before you reveal your actual name, your mouth is covered.

“Identities have invaluable power here, walls have ears.” The creature whispers hurriedly, so close that you have chills. “Don’t give more than what I ask, or you’ll lose everything. One bite.”

“Then what?” You’re stunned when his hand disappears, and you’re sure your breath on his ear is the reason he slightly jerks back. “Can bloodsuckers really feed without killing humans?” That’s not what you heard from the legends.

“I’m not some barbarous monster, ignorant little girl.” Prideful, his eyes narrow, becoming two straight bloody cuts on his sallow skin. “I’ll escort you back to the outskirts of the forest before dawn, safely. You have my word, that's all I can offer. Do you take this deal?”  

Like you have a choice, what are your other options really? You need to trust he’ll keep his promise. “Yes...” You agree, worried you’re making a deal with the Devil himself, or its spawn at the very least.  “One bite.”

Instantly, his stone face slices apart, lips stretching on the same gloomy smile he offered earlier. Again, you are spun in his arms in a flash. He takes hold of your shoulders, immobilizing you. The creature's nose plunges into your neck, and you wait anxiously for his fangs to sting. It’s the tip of his tongue that grazes your skin first though. You don’t even try to pull away, too stunned. As if tasting you, the vampire leans closer. He traces a path up to a particular spot in the crook of your neck before pausing there, teeth beginning to dig in.

“Does it hurt?” You blurt out before your skin rips, and he stops.

“Not me.” The undead snickers, evidently finding your question particularly futile. “Don’t worry. The pain won’t last, your heart is beating too fast...” Shaking your head in a daze, you don’t notice the way his hand creeps up to cover your chest and feel its pulse. “You are lucky I am the one who raised and came to you. I am way more considerate than most...” He says the last sentence like he’s a benevolent saviour, not the leech parasite who is about to drain you. Hesitant, his mouth hovers above your skin before he sighs, straightening up. “There’s a way humans enjoy the bite.” He admits half-heartedly, fully letting go of you the first time.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Letting out a breath of relief you turn to find him already sitting back on the edge of the bed, on the other side of the room. He quirks a brow at your astonishment. Inhuman speed, right.

“Because... I didn’t think suffering would matter that much to you if I made it brief. You went through a lot worse in the forest. You seemed to be a fighter.” Of course, it does, perhaps vampires don’t know pain. They are dead after all. Glancing at the door, you make a silent choice; you’ve made a deal, so you won’t run. Although, you doubt you could make it far anyway.

“Do you not like it... That agreeable way?”

“Oh, I would.” The undead’s red eyes crease in amusement, aware of something you aren’t. “I just haven’t shared that with a mortal in a very long time. I hear the bite stings then, but in a very pleasing way.”   “Is that possible?”

“It would warm you up for my feeding, but I doubt you’d enjoy it much... Not with a bloodsucker like me.” He sounds spiteful, making you regret your earlier choice of words. You didn’t even think the creature had pride to damage.

“I’ve been hurt enough today already...” You pause, but he doesn’t move one iota, a beautiful alabaster figure on the mattress. “Let’s do it… The agreeable way.”

“Are you sure?” He counters, way softer, mood shifting. If this back and forth goes on, the night will be over before any actual biting happens.  

“Yes.” You insist, a lot less anxious since he almost seems concerned. The right corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk.

“As you wish, tidbit.” In a blur, the undead is standing before you again. “Close your eyes,” he commands and you hesitantly obey, still a bit wary.

He acts much faster once you do, starting at the brim of your jaw. You fidget when his mouth grazes your sensitive skin at first, not knowing what he’s expecting of you. His hands aren’t even holding you back this time, still, you try to remain in place. His cold lips explore your neck anew, leisurely trailing down. It’s different than before, now he presses them strategically along the way, tickling, almost like kisses. Goosebumps spread over your whole body as you stand there, unsure why you are not entirely hating this.  

“Is that it?” You ask, surprised even though his mouth hasn’t come anywhere special yet. He laughs hollowly against your clavicle. Without warning, the vampire reaches for the hem of your torn shirt, pulling it over your head in one go. You yelp, attempting to cover your unexpected nudity with your arms, but he grabs your wrists. Oh... You are getting the idea now, but you aren’t sure how that is supposed to help with the pain. Straightening, he gazes down at you, blood-red eyes roaming your exposed chest with a new kind of hunger. Apparently, even creatures of the night are men.

“So,” he asks, challenging, “preferable?”

Earlier you only feared him killing you, you didn’t even consider he could ever request something else entirely, want more than blood. At your clear understanding, he smirks, tilting his head as if daring you to prove him right by changing your mind. Part of you is worried, but it isn’t the one you want to listen to right now. The curious one is louder, buzzing in your brain, alive under your skin, craving. He is a predator and an amazing one because the fascination he inspires you at the moment is way stronger than any survival instinct. When he releases your wrists, you don’t move to cover yourself. Instead, you reach for his own shirt, lifting it until he’s also bare. The rest of him is as chiselled as his forearms and features, perfected simply to taunt mortals. Observing your reaction, the vampire purses his lips, very pleased.  

“I guess I was wrong, tidbit.” His voice is huskier than before. Guardedly, his right palm raises to find your cheek, cupping it to pull you into him. Your bodies meet, fitting against one another almost like you’re the same. “You aren’t scared of what I might do anymore.” He states, mere millimetres away from your lips. “How ill-advised.”

“I have your word,” you retort, unable to keep from tilting your head upwards for more. You are possessed.  

“Yes.” Something glimmers in his ruby irides as his thumb stokes your lips.

His mouth covers yours shortly after, firmer than when it was on your neck. The kiss is unlike any you’ve received from men, but that’s to be expected since he is none. What is more surprising though, is how good it feels when his dead tongue finds yours. Despite yourself, you immediately pant, lips parting to grant him better access. The vampire remains calm, guiding you cautiously towards the bed without breaking the kiss. Seemingly unaffected by your physical contact. He lays you on the mattress, brushing your hair with his fingers. Instinctively, you tug at his shoulders for him to follow and he does, climbing over you swiftly. It is your mouth that is exploring his now, and he lets you do whatever you want with it. His right hand cups one of your breasts and your nipple erects instantly at the icy touch.

“Your heart,” he muses, obviously the only one fully in control, “I can make it last.”  

You’re unsure what he means; your heart is about to explode. His hand keeps stroking you delicately, fingers caressing your body and spreading weird tingles on your bare skin. Your mouth is numbed as well as your mind, caution is completely thrown out the window. You’re hazy. You wouldn’t be surprised if this was due to some sort of entrancing toxins he's emanating, you wouldn’t mind. Your nails are digging his stone back, silently begging for more. Landing on your lower stomach, his hand slips inside your hunting leather pants without any shame. It’s something none other ever dared to do before. When he finds your sex, both of you seem to catch a breath, but that could be your imagination.

“You’re burning.” He states, as though it’s unexpected or abnormal. Opening your eyes, you hadn’t realized you closed, you meet his heavy gaze.    

“You’re freezing.” You return, making him laugh mutely. Apparently, some things can still confound him.

“It’s because I’m starving, I haven’t fed in a while...” His hand traces your slit, distracting you. “Now I remember the appeal of human girls,” he murmurs this almost to himself, gently sucking on your collarbone, “so warm, and wet.” His fingers move and automatically, you curve on your back, stretching your neck. “Absolutely no survival instinct,” he adds, kissing your exposed throat.  

“Please,” you beg again and he strokes up and down, purposefully, “J-Jeonha...”

The night creature stops everything at the word, eyes empty for a second as he figures things out. At the moment, the dismay on his face is the most human he’s ever seemed. “That’s…” He struggles to conceal his amusement. “You’re uniquely charming.”  

“What?” You raise on your elbows, confused. You’re pretty sure that’s what Chan – or that man-wolf – called him in the forbidden forest. So, the joke is lost on you.  

“That’s my title, it's not for earthlings.”  

“You have a title?”

Frowning, the vampire takes his hand back and snaps, attitude shifting abruptly. “Must you ask about everything?!”

“I-I just thought…” Winded, you ponder, regretting saying it. “Since you can’t tell me your name.”

“Jaebeom,” he reveals, laconic, “Although its knowledge won’t do you any good. You didn’t ask and called me bloodsucker. My birth name was Jaebeom.”

“But you said-”

“Everyone at Inferorum Castrum already knows my identity.” He snickers, like you have done something silly again. His mood lightens as abruptly as it went sour. “I just meant to protect yours.”

Protect. Feed. Considerate. Blood. Safe. Deal. The words coming out of his dead mouth hold no logic to you whatsoever. Jaebeom. The night creature has a name now. He doesn't feel as strange and foreign. Weirdly enough, you don’t hate that.

Jaebeom smirks, gaze dropping to your quasi-nudity, evidently ready to move on and back in the mood again. When you reach to cover yourself, his mouth presses onto yours, rougher than before. He doesn’t seem to want to discuss formalities any longer. He frees you off your pants almost too easily. In no time, you are fully naked under him, skin ablaze at his contrasting chilly touch. You arch when his hand goes back between your legs, fingers rubbing circles skillfully. Craving more friction, your press closer.

“Jae-beom…” You moan, unable to refrain from it. He doesn’t seem to regret allowing you this little knowledge in the end. At the call he grunts, burying his face in your hair as if struggling with something of his very own. “Again.” You demand, holding to his back for dear life as his thumb does its thing one more time. You don’t even protest when his finger pushes inside your core, shallow at first. He adds another one, daring to go deeper when you rock your hips forward.

“I take back what I said earlier…” He groans suddenly. Sinister as Death, Jaebeom raises above you. “You smell delicious, I want to eat you right now…”

“B-blood?” You ask, slightly shaken. You were just starting to forget how inhuman he is. 

“Not that, tidbit...” He smiles widely, amused beyond your grasp by your innocence. The vampire lowers himself for an umpteenth kiss, lingering on your lips a tad longer before moving down on your body. He kisses his way from your breasts to your stomach and belly button, only stopping his descent when he has reached between your thighs. Oh. Your eyes round in awe when his tongue slides over your sex, mouth opening on a cry that doesn’t come out. “That.” Jaebeom points out, vainly, doing it again. Oh. Your thighs shake at the second stroke and his hands grab them to ease his effort. His grip is strong, final, and he widens you, licking your slit. It’s even better than what his thumb was doing earlier and you fight back a moan with all your might. From what he hinted at earlier, you guess there are others like him near, able to hear your embarrassing sounds.  

“Is… This really…” You pant, overwhelmed as he sucks and circles your mound. “Warming up… To it?” Never in your life did you consider you’d face an actual vampire, even less sleep with him, and want it.

“Yes... To many things.” Jaebeom pulls back, charmed yet again by your evident lack of experience.

Despite what he said earlier, about not having done this in a long time, he has a lot of practice. Then again, vampires don’t age as humans do. Surely, he’s way older than he looks.

He takes his time to observe you like this, spread under him. When you become too ashamed of his gaze and try to close your legs, he doesn’t allow it. “I am going to have you now.” Jaebeom informs casually, not the least flustered by the obscenity of his words. He stands, reaching to undo the buttons of his pants. You watch, abashed when he strips from them, standing naked with his cock erected before you. He tilts his head, trying to read your odd reaction for a while before finally giving up and asking what you’re thinking.  

“About C-… The w-wolf, in the forest,” you admit, and his face twists in distaste. Chan has been at the back of your mind ever since you woke up. There’s no way that wolf was really your friend, one of the persons you trust the most in the entire world. Apparently, that’s a very wrong thing to say at the moment.

“Don’t dare mention that werewolf boy in front of me again,” Jaebeom warns in a growl, climbing back on the bed. Werewolf. “I barely tolerate those savage hybrid freaks as it is.”

“You are not the same.” You state as he lowers himself over you. How have you never heard of beasts like that before? You heard legends of bloodsuckers.

“Obviously.”  

You want to ask him more. If a wolf can masquerade as human, can it make itself look like anyone? Can it know who you care about? But the timing isn't good and the vampire looks very displeased you brought this up. You’re not sure what to say to make it better, so you go in for a kiss. Deep, good, and he hums. You don’t even notice when he positions himself at your entrance, already taken by all that’s going up here. He understands right away when you still under him, too stunned to say anything.  

“Sorry,” Jaebeom mutters, calmly stopping, “we said no pain...” He resumes his kisses as you remain breathless, unsure if this knot is simple nervousness. You knew this was what it meant earlier when he undressed you.

You’ve been with men before, just not like that. You always thought it would be… Never mind. “Again.” You request after a moment, trying to clear your mind. Jaebeom doesn’t hesitate, pushing the tip of his length inside your warm wetness.

Feeling you cramp at the intrusion; he removes it slowly. The emptiness is short however and he inserts himself again, each time pecking along your lips, neck, ear, waiting for you to relax before doing it once more. His hips push forward, pressing your ass down into the mattress. You concentrate, trying to ease the throbbing in your lower stomach. There’s a particularly deeper thrust, and you gasp, troubled. Jaebeom stops everything, a weird shudder shaking his shoulders before he turns to stone. Then he exhales, burying his head in the crook of your neck. One of his hands finds your thigh to part your legs slightly, giving him a bit more of you.  

“You’re bleeding...” He whispers, voice hoarse.

“Is…” You aren’t sure what to reply, given the circumstances and what he is. It doesn’t exactly hurt, it’s a discomfort, a slight burn. “Is it a b-bad thing?”

Jaebeom grunts, rolling his hips, and your nails harshly dig his back. “It’s so good, tidbit...” He exhales shakily, “it’s all I can think about...”  

Trembling, you reach for his black hair, guiding his mouth to your neck. That’s the deal; your blood... And if you’re being honest, in the moment, you don’t feel like it was made to your disadvantage at all. He was right, he’s quite generous. Jaebeom doesn’t bite you though. Instead, he kisses your skin, tongue grazing your jugular. He traces it up until he finds the spot he seems to favour. It’s where he feels your pulse the most, but you have no idea. It is deafening, listening to the sweet melody of your heart beating. He pulls away only to slide back inside your core roughly. Although you’re still tight around him, this time it’s a lot more comfortable. Your legs open to ease his back and forth. You raise your hips, already craving more of this smooth friction you’re discovering.  

“That.” In a trance, Jaebeom sucks on your vein every time it bulges on his mouth. The sensation is far from unpleasant for you. “That is a lovely warm-up.”

He pulls you even closer, breathing you in, and missing your smile. This way sure feels better than the first frightening one, he was right. Jaebeom rhythm doesn’t falter, only getting rougher and messier the more it goes, and you’re far from complaining. You let out small cries, not even minding anymore, as he thrusts harder. His hands pull at your thighs, raising them so he hits a new angle inside you. It’s even more pleasurable, making you lose any sane train of thoughts. You curve on your back, a series of praises and begs uncontrollably falling out of your mouth.

Jaebeom feels your walls clench even tighter than before around his cock, tastes the salty sweat from your skin, hears the subtle change in your breathing. He knows that it’s his moment, his window. He doesn’t wait any longer. His fangs pierce your jugular making you gasp from the thrill. Your blood spurts in his mouth, and it’s even better than what he tasted in the forest. Richer and sweeter than ever. His pupils dilate, world outside the bedroom completely fading as you fill his mouth. Jolting from the pleasure, you cling closer to him, not fully realizing your blood is squirting out of your neck. He knows you’re coming even before you do. It must be your first time for that too because you’re out of it as the waves of shuddering ecstasy hit. You moan, arching into him deliciously, and he forgets why he has been denying himself this for years. He sucks unsparingly, despite himself, unable to control his own pleasure and desires. His hips begin to slow down and he pulls out, overwhelmed, but his lips remain glued to your wound.

Jaebeom doesn’t stop sucking until you’re softening, entire body’s violent convulsions losing steam. Your grip in his hair weakens, sliding on his nape until it falls off entirely. You’re gradually slipping out of consciousness. He promised. Getting a hold on his urges, Jaebeom tears away from your neck with a sinister gurgle noise, his favourite sonata. Your blood gushes out, staining his satin sheets in fascinating intricate patterns but he doesn’t allow himself to revel in them now. Putting his palm over the lacerations to control the bleeding, he brings his right thumb to his mouth, biting down until black blood pearls. You’re aghast between his legs, dying, eyes wide as they slowly seem to mist. He knows how death looks, it’s enough. If you didn’t remember how you were miraculously healed in the forest earlier, you certainly seem to at the brink of oblivion now. As soon as he offers his thumb, your mouth opens and you cling to his hand. You suck out his blood, panicky panting calming down.

It’s a give and take.

Jaebeom smiles, enjoying the wet heat of your tongue lapping at his finger. Your wound has already started to suture itself, but he lets you drink him a bit longer, awestruck at your eagerness. When he finally removes his hand, you stare up in wonder, winded and quiet, for once.  

You’re the most beautiful thing ever, vibrant, torrid, so fragile and alive in his bed.  

Oh… Now, Jaebeom remembers why he hasn’t taken a human woman like that in forever… Dispassionate, he drops down on the bed next to you, letting the iron smell of the still lukewarm blood numb his uneasiness. You don’t notice at all and you automatically roll closer.  

“You’re almost cool now.”

“Yes,” he mutters, turning to gaze down at you, “thanks to you.”

Your left hand heavily raises to stoke his arm, and Jaebeom relaxes. “I’m so dead…”

His mouth quivers. Close, but not quite. You’re amusing. “Barely.” When he leans in for a kiss you shrink back and Jaebeom stiffens, brought down to reality. Right, that’s more like it. Your survival instincts are back on, you’ve seen the not-so-glorious side of him now.

“Blood…” You mutter weakly, like justifications are in order, like him being a bloodsucking monster to you isn’t enough.

“It’s yours.” He deadpans, taken aback it’s a problem at this point. It wasn’t what he was expecting. Nonetheless, he licks his lips clean from the red thickness and wipes his face.

“It’s…” You’re inarticulate and your eyes shut, overcame by the blood loss. “Disgusting..." The corner of Jaebeom’s lips lifts into a real smirk this time, cute. You are also covered in it but he doesn’t mind... He pecks your forehead as you’re drifting out of consciousness, like earlier when he brought you from the forest and tucked you in. Maybe his feeding was a bit much, he has pushed it. You were already wounded by Jackson's stupid Beta earlier. As you fall asleep, Jaebeom wonders what’s that like, he can’t remember at all. He watches over you as your breathing slows down, heart rate decreasing until it’s a faint beat, peaceful. You’ll recover, humans always do after drinking from a vampire.

The real part of his deal begins now; your safe return. Bringing a mortal into Inferorum Castrum is a lot easier than sneaking out. Things could go wrong in many ways from now on.  

Thinking this, awake, all senses on alert, the night creature has no idea he’s missing the most crucial piece of information about you.

He hasn’t messed up like this in centuries.

Nocturna Masterlist | HALLOWEEN

[hyungbean]

i promise | Avengers Endgame Imagine

Genre: Humor-ish?, Angst

Synopsis: One last battle together.

Warnings: Spoilers & Profanity (language!)

Pairing: Avengers x Reader + Tony x Daughter!Reader

So this was fun.

As of about 20 minutes ago, Bruce-er hulk? The big guy. Used Thanos’s glove and snapped his fingers, we’re not sure if the reversal of the decimation worked.

Wanna know why.

Fucking Thanos. That’s why.

The GMO Grape always found a way back to us, and to say we were pissed, was an understatement.

The audacity honestly. We took a real hit right after the snap, right after both of the snaps actually. But this one ended up in the decimation of our new Avengers Headquarters.

That was going to be a rough one for Stark to patch up.

Thor, Tony, Steve and I were still suited up as we stood on the ledge of what was once my home, watching Thanos sitting there.

Waiting for us.

I could almost hurl with the amount of disgust I felt just looking at him.

“Okay so we’ve established that this is a trap right?” I asked, not taking my eyes off him.

“Yep.” Tony replied

“Cool just wanted to see if we were on the same page.” I replied, cracking my knuckles and sighing.

We jumped down from the rubble, walking towards Thanos on all sides, strutting like the badasses we were.

“Can’t you just take your head out of our ass for once man. I liked you a lot better when you were crippled... and headless.” I sassed, conjuring a ball of green energy in my palm, grinning sarcastically.

Thanos merely smirked in my direction, before looking at the very much pissed off Thor approaching on his left.

After some talking which I kind of spaced out on, Thanos stood up, putting his helmet on and picked up his double sided sword— I swear I heard him sigh a little.

Looks like we’re not the only ones tired of these encounters

“Don’t die guys. And Homer, aim for the head.” I shout at Thor, before charging towards the giant.

I dodge his swing at me easily, floating off the ground and shooting a ball of energy at him, distracting him long enough for Thor to engage him in battle.

“Hey Thor can we get to the part where you decapitate him?!” I scream, getting slightly nicked by his blade.

I get no response so either A, he’s working on it or B, the sound of not trying to die overpowered my voice.

Cap charges at him with his shield, Thanos responds to this by easily knocking him a few yards away straight into some rubble.

“Not my Cap ! You son of a horse!” I yell, furiously shooting balls of energy at him before my vision is suddenly blinded.

All I see is green as I scream in fury. My eyes felt hot and stung, like someone held my eyelid open for a few seconds.

When I blink again, my vision is back and Tony is looking at me, “did you just shoot lasers out of your eyes kid?”

“That’s new!” I yell, flying towards Thanos, kicking him in the head before he swats me away too.

Pain shoots through my head and down my spine as I smack into a piece of cement.

I look up to see Thor getting knocked out.

That beer did not do him any good.

Thanos quickly moves on to Tony, Tony getting a few shots on him with his blaster before he’s thrown far. I faintly see his suit colliding with rubble as he slumps down, still.

Not dead. Probably just knocked out.

We were getting our asses kicked and he didn’t even need the gauntlet.

“Son of a bitch. Can you please leave my dad alone you. eggplant!” I scream to no one before stumbling forwards as I get up. My head spinning violently, my body pleading to just go take a nap.

I fly towards him, shooting energy at him from a distance, distracting him so Cap could get a few good hits in.

Before I know it, Thanos is pummeling Steve who is hiding behind his shield.

Before I can react, I see shards of Steve’s shield break off, his shield slowly shrinking.

He was breaking the shield.

I gasp, “T’Challa is not going to be happy about this new discovery”

I cry out, letting the lasers fly out of my eyes, aiming at his neck.

“DIE. DIE. DIE.” I yell hoping my chant would somehow increase the intensity of my power.

As my vision returns, I see Thanos clutching the back of his neck, turning away from Steve and towards me slowly, grinning sinisterly.

“Oh shit.” I say before he lunges at me, grabbing me by the neck and squeezing hard, swinging my body around.

My vision starts to blur as air leaves my lungs, my body weakly crying out, thrashing around.

Thanos throws me like a rag doll in Steve’s direction, where I find my body slowly going limp as I proceed to land harshly on more rubble.

Steve weakly sits up, grabbing my arm, he was bloody mess, his sculptured face not looking at its best, yet he still looked like a god. But honestly I probably looked like a hot fucking mess.

“Stay down Y/N.” He says, as my eyes close and I’m swallowed by darkness.

I surfaced from the depths of unconsciousness, blinking rapidly, groaning at my aching body. I don’t know how long I was knocked out for, or if anyone was still alive as matter of fact.

As I grunt and sit up, clutching my neck, I look around to see— is that Stephen?

He’s trying to hold back a shit load of swirling water while he looks at Tony, raising a finger. Signaling him to do something.

And no not that finger.

Hey where’d Thanos’ ship go? I swear he had one last time I was conscious.

As I look around, I see some of my once decimated friends fighting some of Thanos’ minions, all clearly busy with their own problems.

Tony’s eyes widen in understanding as he looks towards Thanos, who’s once again wearing his beloved gauntlet.

Geezus how long was I out.

I start sprinting towards the giant, but Tony engages first trying to remove the glove. Easily being thrown back again.

I cry out, seeing Thanos smirk evilly.

“I am inevitable.” He says slowly, relishing in his victory.

And he does it.

He snaps his fingers, and I’m hit with a wave of deja vu.

Not again.

I wait and wait, waiting to see my friends crumble to piles of dust, or to feel the weak fire that would consume me and render me into ashes too.

But nothing happens. Tony looks at him and I gasp as I see the stones were no longer in Thanos’s glove but on Tony’s hand.

Tony cries out as he feels the full force of the stones’ combined powers. He regains is composure, looking Thanos dead in the eye.

“And I am...Iron Man.”

I hear a snap before im thrown back onto the ground.

And I would be clapping at his badassery but when I stood up gripping my head I almost scream at the sight in front of me.

As Thanos’ armada begins to decimate, I see a limp Tony, the right side of his body mortally burnt.

“DAD!” I scream, running towards him.

I don’t wait long enough to see Thanos sit in defeat before being blown away by the wind in a flurry of ashes.

The others’ victory over Thanos’ defeat is cut short by my cry, as they begin to run over to the evidently dying Tony.

I grab his hand in mine, tears pouring down my face, Peter quickly coming to my side gripping Tony by his shoulders.

“Hey Mr.Stark, Mr. Stark hey, Mr.Stark. It’s Peter, can you hear me? We won mr.Stark. We won. We won, you did it sir, you did it...I’m sorry.. Tony.” He says as tears stream down his tired face, voice cracking in the middle of his plea and becomes hushed at the end. Tony seems to be slipping in and out of consciousness, not fully aware of the people around him or that he was dying.

I tighten my hold on his hand, “dad it’s okay. I love you. It will all be okay. You did it..it will be okay, I promise.” I murmur to him, holding his cold cheek in my hand.

Peter backs away allowing Pepper, the woman I grew to love as a mother, slip into his spot.

“Hey.. Tony—“ Tony gazes into her eyes before turning his head away and my heart beats rapidly as I assume the worst. Sobs leave my mouth as someone steadies me from behind.

“—look at me.” Pepper continues, to my relief Tony faces her again, “—we’re going to be okay... you can rest now.” She says lovingly, trying to be strong for the dying man.

His figure slumps as he turns his head again, staring off into the distance, the light draining out of his eyes.

I squeeze his hand, trying desperately to keep him conscious.

For a quick moment I feel him squeeze my hand before it falls limp.

And just like that.

He’s gone.

I cry out, clawing at the earth beneath me, looking at the body of the man that was once my father.

I look to my right to see Steve gripping my shoulder before tugging me into a hug, the tears unable to stop flowing.

At that moment I didn’t know if I had won or lost against Thanos.

“I hope you can hear me.

If you can hear me.

Thank you. For everything Tony.

I’ll be okay. I promise. “

[fairyharps]

hello!! i just finished kh3 so below are my thoughts. obviously, spoiler warning if you havent finished the game.

first of all...... wow!!!!!!!!!! its real!!!!!!! i held the game in my own hands and played it!!!!!!!!! 12 year old me has been screaming non stop since the release im in a fog of emotion. every time i started up the game and heard that new kh3 rendition of dearly beloved with the ocean waves i just absolutely lost it

however, in the end, i feel mixed. i guess the hype over the years built up to an astronomical amount and while the game was incredibly fun and beautiful and i love seeing the story finally pan out into the finale, in a way it also felt very short? as of writing the first few paragraphs here i have just started san fransokyo, so i havent seen the actual finale, but these are my current thoughts and i will update this as i play. i still feel like there is so much more that is going to happen and ive barely even scratched the surface

theres a lot of new information that got me going WILD. piecing everything together & theorizing is always something i find fun about kingdom hearts since its so unpredictable. in fact i got so into it i had to start taking notes and making diagrams. i love a game that makes me bust out a notebook. (i do this for hm/sos/stardew and acnl as well lmao)

also every single time ienzo came on screen i went absolutely HOG WILD. when he laughed? the little laugh?? his smile?????? just thinking about it now is making me misty eyed fellas i love my boy

the implication that demyx, luxord (was his name always pronounced luke-sord??? i always said luck-sord wtf), and obviously marluxia and larxene's somebodies are from before the keyblade war is out of control!!!! vexen and demyx being double agents for ansem the wise?? ANSEM THE WISE'S REUNION WITH IENZO!!!!!!!!?????????? also zemyx is real sdfjsdlkfjsdlkfsdlkfjsdlkf jk

uHHHHHHH VENTUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BABY MY SONION!!!!!!!! AND AQUA!!!!!!!!!! I'M SO EMOTIONAL!!!!!!!!!!!! im honestly losing my mind everything is coming together aaaaaaaaaaaa literally seeing ventus looking SO BEAUTIFUL is making me lose my mind AND UHH AQUA.... REALIZING SHES IN THE WORLD OF LIGHT...........DAMN U NOMURA FOR MAKING ME FEEL

S-SAIX................................. I LOVE EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!

i felt very mixed about the paopu sharing scene. while i know this ship was always going to be endgame, i really hate how little development it actually gets throughout the Whole Series so instead it feels So forced. that scene is bone dry. the whole time i was wondering why they werent including riku since he was like.. 20 feet away.... like hes your best friend too guys.... i really am unable to understand this scene. like... nomura you KNOW how to write compelling relationships so what happened buddy. woody and buzz had more romantic tension than sora and kairi. also like when she leads him into the light or whatever.. whats the deal

i LOVE kairi but god. can you PLEASE let her do SOMETHING????? CAN I PLAY AS KAIRI??? im so tired of her being reduced to a damsel even when she has a weapon shes supposedly adept with now. she has had like.............. no development. im so sorry this happened to you kairi

im surprised there arent more worlds. i thought there would be the same or a greater number of disney worlds as kh2 but theres actually fewer?? and they feel much longer, or at least some of them do. worlds like the caribbean and toybox felt gigantic and took me forever while corona and monstropolis felt smaller. and some of the worlds you cant even fully explore until after you played through the story????

also im very intrigued about this new female character that keeps getting mentioned vaguely. i suspect there will be some intense retcons put in place abt her since she has NEVER been mentioned before dispite it seeming like shes very important. 

the final world place is very interesting conceptually but like how many times in this series am i going to have to collect soras lmao ALTHO i loved hearing from namine ;_; i miss u sweet girl

also uhh i could write for forever about sora as a character and how complex he is when you actually think abt it. i STILL see ppl saying riku is more interesting as a character but i feel like ppl only look at soras optimistic outlook. sora really keeps his feelings locked up way more than you think he would & not only that but hes so empathetic he ends up tackling everyone else's feelings too.. the idea that he is only powerful or useful because he has friends really hammers in how he says "my friends are my power" like.. every 5 seconds.. god  i love u but pls take a break for a Second. i just want him to go home and hug his mom

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ok i just finished. like 5 mins ago. im still trying to like.. register what happened. the final act really packed a LOT together. i feel like theres too much to even mention right now. and theres still SO many questions. 

like i said before, i feel mixed. while there was a LOT to like about this game, there was also a lot that i did not like or was confused/put off by. i thought the first like, 2/3 of the game was too long and kind of boring sometimes? i couldnt handle in arendelle how they included the songs.. i get why they did it but it was NOT for me. the disney worlds kind of dragged on and, outside of the story connections to the finale, felt a little pointless. nothing happened other than the org popped in to egg on sora and then left. and the final act went by SO QUICKLY i didnt feel like there was enough time to register all the shit that was happening. also i fucking HATE how after everything, kairi was reduced to a damsel YET AGAIN. are you KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!! everything she does is off-screen and her "death" acts as a motivation for sora which is the worst way to do things like what the fuck

i personally really liked the game, even if parts were not as i initially expected. there was a lot of hype surrounding this game, but i think for what it was, it was as enjoyable to play as any kh game, and it delivered a lot of emotions, answered a few questions, created more questions, and wrapped up the dark seeker saga pretty nicely while still leaving room for future stories to be told. and BOY do i have some questions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

people who dont like how convoluted, dramatic, weird,  tropey  or heavily-retconned the plot is might think its bad. but ppl have thought kh in general is bad for those reasons for years anyway. honestly while these are all things that i can understand and empathize with, in the end for me its about how it makes me feel rather than like, how well it follows storytelling rules? and it sure made me feel a Lot. like im saying this as a long-time superfan so lmao

anyway i cried a lot for a very long time about the following: old man yaoi, ventus and roxas being in the same shot, how everyone looks rendered in beautiful next-gen hd, lea isa  and xions new outfits, namixi date, uhhh seasalt trio finally got to go to the beach together, namine being ALIVE, all the shit everyone said after i beat them in the labrynth, how often everyone cried in this game, sora uhhh not existing??? what happened????? is this what the next game is going to be about??? 

THANKS NOMURA FOR MY FUCKING LIFE????????

[paulwalltran]

Sad Day and Farewell...

August 18, 2019

Start Time: 12:52 PM (Should be sleeping for work but i wanted to do this while the feeling is still there...)

Also, Im not sure if this should be a private post or no...never know about wandering eyes. Alas it matters not, but the thoughts do. No music this time either...just me and my thoughts. I want to reach out, and I want to say, “I’ll be there.” I want to extend my hand, and say, “No matter what, I still care.” Followed by messages of “call me, text me, if you need me, I’ll be your support.” But now...I dont even know if you like me at all. I would lie to hide my pride and say its fine. But its not, I am genuinely hurt inside. I’ve lost so many, the memories come rushing back. I never thought I would lose you too...especially in this fashion. But here, I express my pain, my grievances...and possible regrets. My dilemma also, about speaking to you again. Not that I don’t want to, but what if you dont want to hear from me? What if you’re cutting me out, and leaving me no option? What if this is what you want, and I am clueless to such? What if my genuine feelings fall upon deaf ears...or worst defined as false? What if everything I would want to tell and say, would be deemed as lies? My credibility shot, honesty no longer found in my lines? These thoughts race in my brain as I take with strides this pain. Oh, how my heart aches, and oh how close it is, to break... I don’t know where to start, where to begin. Perhaps the obvious, with a lingering question...are we still friends? Or should the signs and signals point me to the obvious, I am dumbfounded. It seems, that I am no longer who I thought I was to you...as though Ive changed all of the sudden. I believe I have changed, except for the better if i must say so. Years of tomfoolery has gained me some wisdom, but I am still a fool. I am not all knowing or a sage by any means. But I believe I’ve grown for the better, and yet your opinions on me seem derogatory. It seems you think of me as a sort of degenerate, is it true? Or has another opinion swayed your thoughts, changing them to be polar opposite? I never knew of nor saw, nor heard, of anything Ive said or done to offend you. I am dumb to an extent, but I am human too. I make mistakes, I would like to correct them if I may. It seems however, that it has come to a point where it is much too late. I would like to believe however, that it will not forever be this way. That it could be years from now, but there will still be a moment in time we, or I, can re-conciliate. Say sorry, apologize, for the things I have done to hurt you. I never meant to, I meant it all in good will, I just want to look out for you.  It hurts me to know, that you would believe rumors of me, why would that be so true to you? Do I not have a chance in the court room? I can clear my name, the judge is to blame. I scream foul play, but the sentencing has been rendered, my name slandered, shamed. Have I truly no say, unto you? Why won’t you believe for a second, that these accusations are untrue? I have so many questions, but do I ask you? Your ears are biased, I don’t believe they would perceive my words with neutral. I don’t understand, years you have known me, have I not shared much of myself with you? Years you have known me, and none have you told me of the things i do that bother you? I love you to a certain degree that extends farther than most. Would I change? Would I have changed? I assume I would and would’ve. I want you to be pleased with me, I would adjust to you accordingly. I would never want to drive you away, at least not intentionally. To be apart of my life is something I would wish for like most. One of my closest claimed folks, them I cherish the most. Things could be different, and how drastically it is now by other means. Change has taken effect, in ways I do not like, I whole heartedly disagree. This outcome is tragic, to say the utmost very least. I am hurt, and I feel powerless, to do anything. 

These words may never reach you, they may never be heard. These words are for you, but you’re already gone. But still, in my heart, you, the purest form of you remain. My feelings, besides the pain, remain the same. I feel as though a veil has been pulled over your eyes, and your brain poisoned with taint by a snake. Its venom flowing through your veins, as you spit it back, retaliate. Even as the venom seeps into my skin, and threatens death. I still have love for you, for you until I dying breath. You may not care for me, but I don’t care any less. I keep you in my heart, this I reiterate to you, with my final breaths. I care for few in such a fashion, and you are one of the few. I value you greatly, I never wished to hurt you. I apologize in hindsight, if it means anything. I apologize for my immaturity, I couldn’t help it. I feel what I feel, and I wear my heart on my sleeve. I can’t mask my emotions, they tell their own stories. If you ever change your mind about me in a positive light, know that I have ears for you. An open heart and open arms, this remains true. I care for you so much, I even gave you space. I’ve remained patient, waiting, for you to reach out to me. If you ever felt like talking to me, or even venting about your current events. I’ve even kept your secrets just as you have asked, because you shared it to me with confidence. I wouldve wanted to say something of it, to take preventive measures and preemptive strike. Nip it in the bud as they say, to clear the air and get things right. And now I find myself a part of a list I never thought I would be a part of. But for you, my dear, in me you will still find, a heart of love. I am confused, angry to an extent, hurt even more. But I can see that I’ve played my part, and that I am needed no more. At least, hopefully for only this time. I am still here, patiently waiting for a redo, thinking about the good times. I wish we could solve things, hash them out, and sort through whatever the beef would be. I never had a clue there was any animosity between you and me. I believe in forgiveness, of course always to a certain extent. Hopefully one day you’ll forgive me, as I only wish for the best. I don’t know what more I can say, I’ll run in circle for days. Trying to drill into you, that although some things were said, I still have love for you. I know all of this doesn’t really play up that I am also at fault. That it doesn’t fully capitalize on me fucking up. But I don’t feel like I did to such a degree that it was a crime. But here I am, still serving time for a so called crime. Wish we could talk it out, its been radio silence between us. I wish you would’ve told me, I wish I had the chance to change, correct, make up. Seems like the opportunity is lost and gone, and now I wait. For you, to come back, if you ever wish to that is...

The door remains open to you, all you have to do is knock and I’ll let you in. I wouldn’t do you like that, truth, genuine. With all the love and care, I still wish you well. In the deepest part of my soul, I wish for you happiness, a kind that I have rarely felt... Be well friend, I will miss you indeed. To be continued, or the end? That will be the mystery...

Time End: 1:32 PM