#no but I get why no one on tumblr talks about him anymore cuz of the whole divorcing his wife maybe cheating on her and then having a kid

[prettygirlgerard]

did any of y’all ever watch the newest john mulaney special btw? I kind of stopped rocking with him a while back but he’s a pretty funny guy still actually

[newtkive]

pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 1 - the gc birth

in which two online friends navigate a romance through a minecraft groupchat with their stupid friends

or, newt, the quiet, stoic boy, and y/n, the bubbly girl both curse the world for keeping them apart, but at least they can send each other cute emojis and hope the other doesn't notice their blossoming feelings.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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notes: hi :p im very new to writing on tumblr (but ive always been a reader) so pls bare w me! and im trying to revert back to being 14 (im 23 lols..) so im revisiting my old favs including the maze runner/thomas (bc i binged the artful dodger and now im obsessed again). there will be non-text chapters in the future as well, when everyone eventually meets. this will be newt focused so enjoy !! also everyone is like a realistic age from 23 to 28

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THE GLADE

[ 7:45 PM ]

alby added minho, y/n, newt, tommy, and gally

alby: Hello, guys.

minho: wtf is this

newt: uhhhh

tommy: hi :3

y/n: so this is why you asked me for my # in private

gally: i didn’t consent to this when i gave you my number

newt: don’t give strange men your number y/n

tommy: oh that’s y/n?

alby: Wait, Newt you had Y/N’s number already??

newt: yea

tommy: o.O

y/n: i gave it to him like two weeks after we met lmao

tommy: SO HE HAD YOUR NUMBER FOR A YEAR AND I DIDNT????

y/n: well he asked and you guys didn’t :p

newt: lmao

minho: ik he smug as fuck rn

not u asking for a girls number lmao simp

newt: stop

y/n: we all talk in discord anyways so i didn’t really think about it

plus you guys are friends irl so idk

it felt kinda weird to insert myself heh

minho: we’ve known you for a year and a half y/n

we play games all the time

call all the time

we even send packages and shit

you’re very much considered our irl friend

y/n: REALLY?? 🥺🥺

tommy: internet friends are real friends 😍❤️

minho: the heart eyes are crazy

but yes dude

newt: of course you’re our close friend. just cuz we live near each other and you’re a bit far away doesn’t mean we don’t adore you

minho: ADORE IS CRAZY LMFAO

but real ig

y/n: AWWWWW YOU GUYS LOVEEE MEEEEEE

hahahahha

HAHAHHAHJFIEKMGOR

I LVOE YOU GIYYYYSSSS IM PUTTING ALL OUR MINECRAFT BEDS TOGETHER LATER

gally: i do not want my bed to be infested by you guys

minho: gally sleeps in the corner

gally: no i dont i sleep in my mansion

y/n: cherry blossom mansion*

gally: and you sleep in a shed

y/n: cherry blossom shed* its pink and that matters.

tommy: love you y/n 😊🥰

y/n: love you tommy <3333

minho: that’s actually nasty stop now

y/n: u mad ur unloved

i love how the gc name is our minecraft town name :((

newt: aw it is

minho: can we talk about why tf this was made when we have a perfectly good discord

alby: I’m done with Discord.

newt: you got your shit hacked didn’t you mate

minho: mate 💀💀

british people so crazy

alby: Yes maybe..

I don’t want to make another.

y/n: or your old ass doesn’t know how to

minho: LMAO REAL

alby: Gonna ignore that. But I am getting too old for it. I have a new promotion at work so that means I won’t have time to play with you guys as much anymore. So I decided to make this groupchat in hopes to talk to you guys more to make up for it :)

minho: every group always has the old head with the job 💀💀

newt: minho admitting he’s jobless

minho: you work at a library be so fr rn

newt: i have an income. you have a room in your grandmas basement. we are not the same.

gally: LMFAOOOOOOO

minho: stfu :////

y/n: AWWWWWWW ALBYYYYYYY

tommy: YAAAY!!!!

im going to text you guys all day

tell you every meal

every thought

every interaction will be meaningful and glorious

newt: you are 24 years old you don’t have to do all that

minho: no fr im turning off my phone if he starts this shit

why not just do it before in the discord ??

tommy: easy access now and i tried before but stopped since no one really replied..

y/n: i say we all do it :D i will too tommy

newt: ok second thought that’s fine

minho: .

gally: that’s wild.

y/n: YAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!! NEWT YOU GO FIRST

newt: first with what

y/n: say what u ate today

newt: didn’t say i’d do it.

tommy: i ate muffin, monster energy drink, and hamburger :3333

you guys next

minho: that’s all you had bro..

y/n: hot cheetos and french fries and coffee :D

minho: ??????? BRO

how are you guys alive

y/n: it's my day off and no class so i just wanna rot in bed and that means no cooking

newt: please eat and drink water.

like for real and document it

y/n: ok wait

there

tommy: yum!

minho: y/n..

newt: cereal does not count

y/n: I DONT HAVE ENERGY TO MAKE ANYTHING OKAY

im a 23 year old broke college student my fridge is bare

newt: alright what do you want?

y/n: wym?

newt: like if you could pick.

minho: that’s so cruel 😭😭 just making her imagine it

i like it go on.

tommy: i want chick fil a

minho: i knew you hate the gays

tommy: I AM THE GAYS?????

y/n: ugh that does sound good

mmmm chickem sandiwh waffle fry I Want that Os mYch

newt: that’s what you would order?

y/n: mmmcm yeahshhhhh

newt: ok

minho: that’s it?

i thought soemthing would happen

tommy: me too

like a spell! magic 🪄

y/n: sigh

my cereal tastes bad now

newt: well it is cocoa puffs.

minho: L cereal

y/n: DTOP SAYING L ITS SO ANNOYITIGJNGGGGG

minho: she so madddd 😂😂 L

newt: you're annoying minho

minho: youre just saying that bc shes saying that

newt: no ive always said it. and i will continue to. youre fucking annoying

minho: who bought you your coffee yesterday

newt: ???

myself

and i paid for yours too

im the one with an income

minho: .

well i didnt think youd remember that well.

newt: it was literally yesterday.

minho: yeah but ur old

newt: IM THE SAME AGE AS YOU

minho: yeah but im 🤗✨ 26 ✨🤗and youre... 26😬😔

tommy: guys stop fighting

newt: we aren't fighting

maybe this gc was a bad idea

tommy: NO!!!!!!!!!

y/n: NOOOO!

tommy: this is like y/n is here w us irl

y/n: awwwwwwwwwwwwwww

minho: no it's not. we would smell a foul stench if she was

y/n: i ahte you sooo bad.

wait there is a knock at my door im scared

newt: answer it

minho: aren't you supposed to say don't open the door for strangers ????

newt: well usually yes

y/n: no im not expecting company

newt: just do it pls

y/n: ok :D

minho: bruh..

i hope she gets robbed and u feel bad forever newt

newt: why would you want that

minho: bc she owes me money

newt: YOU owe ME money

minho: yes but i have a good reason she just wanted robux

tommy: Y/N DONT DO IT!!! I HAVE SEEN DATELINE

y/n: :o....

tommy: Y/N?????????

OH GOD THEY GOT HER

minho: why would she text a silly face if she got got

tommy: clearly its a surprised face

maybe its not her

its like those cut out magazine letters murderers use

y/n: who got me chick fil a!!!!!!!!!!

minho: me

newt: you literally did not

minho: shut up

y/n: newt it was u i see ur name on the receipt

newt: well

y/n: :(

newt: what why are you sad?

minho: im hungry too

y/n: u spent ur money :(

newt: you're hungry are you not?

minho: she's not but i am

y/n: yeah but..

i feel bad you shouldn't have

newt: just eat it or i'll be mad

minho: i think i want red lobster

newt: it's really no big deal y/n

y/n: thank you newt :(((((

newt: you're welcome

go eat and watch ur show or smth

minho: i owuld love to eat and watch a show rn <33 ohhhh im starving

newt: can you shut up

gally: im muting this gc if this means i have to deal with your guys' shit more than usual now.

minho: thank god

newt: good

tommy: good

y/n: good

the food is good too <3

newt: good.

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lmk if you want to be tagged!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for getting a friend banned from Tumblr ? I(19nb) met a group of people through fandom (6 of us, adults) and we started talking on discord. It was fun and everyone was cool. We (privately) would send Fandom Takes on the discord and kind of make fun of how bad they were sometimes. It was pretty harmless, until one friend Summer(26f) (fake names) decided to fixate on a particular person named Brian in the fandom.

Brian was, I believe, about 13 or 14 years old at the time. They were a system blog (sorry I don't understand systems very well) and Brian was (or identified as?) a bunch of characters in this fandom from a lineage of ancestors that Summer liked. So I think Summer took it personally or something that this person mischaracterized them cuz they were her favorite characters?

Like I said, it started as harmless, privately posting some stuff that Brian had said and saying stuff like "me when I'm 13 years old" etc etc but Summer started to get an unhealthy fixation with this person and would start posting DAILY about Brian. I mean paragraph-long rants about this kid. It was getting out of hand so I started defending Brian even though I don't even know him cuz it started to sound really mean. But Summer would just kind of laugh it off and say "well its not like I'm saying this in public"

Summer also started to attack Brian personally about the whole 'system' thing, i don't really know anything about systems, and again, this kid is a total stranger, so idgaf, but Summer said that tiktok has totally bastardized what systems are and she's sick of kids thinking its an identity thing and stuff like that, since she works as a PSW in a psych ward and deals with people who have that disorder, I think this is also a big reason why Brian made her so mad, but again... Summer and Brian don't even know each other so it was getting uncomfortable, like it became so that nobody even posted in the Bad-Takes channel anymore bc Summer was just constantly posting personal stuff about Brian and it made us all feel weird about the channel altogether.

So this is where it starts to suck: Summer makes a sideblog, burnbook style, called something like We-Hate-Brian or Brian-Fucking-Sucks (cant remember the name) and starts literally copying Brian's text posts and parodying them and editing stuff into his icon photo and his art. She posts about this in our discord thinking its absolutely hilarious and I immediately start DMing everyone to mass report the blog (and her main) cuz I'm ashamed we even let it get this far.

So Summer gets banned from Tumblr, gets upset about it in the discord, and nobody really replies to her insane rant about it, she's totally convinced that somehow it was Brian himself. We all move to another discord to quietly ghost her and she messages us once in a while but I think what happened really soured everyone on her. Nobody has ever told Summer that it was us that got her banned, or why we did it. I feel kind of weird about it since we never told her and just collectively agreed to ghost her to avoid the inevitable drama. so AITA??

What are these acronyms?

[skullyragdoll]

Thoughts on episode 13 cuz i forgot to post earlier :P

This is so late lol, its a collection of my thoughts and ramblings.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! So much happened in this episode!!!!!

Levi is a murder and doesn't care for other people.

Ok, so I didn't see this coming even though there were a lot of hints. I just always thought he was bad at picking up on social cues and dealing with intense people like Ace, which I guess is still true just in a stronger way. The fact that his whole gentle and mild mannered act was fake is a little sad cuz I liked his fake persona, but I think him faking being nice is a cool twist. Although this does change the way I like characterized his previous actions in my head, I think that the new drama and angst it adds is really intresting!!!!! :D

2. Acevi getting torn to shreds ToT.

Every acevi shipper is like crying cuz of this rn, and I am too, even though I knew it was probably never gonna be canon. But I don't think its completely dead cuz Ace kinda implies one sided acevi might have existed during chapter 1.

3. Acevi Angst!!!! One sided Acevi!!! ToT

Ok so this made mee screeam!!!! The angst!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We finally get Ace angst!!!!!!!!!!!! This is what I've been waiting for since chapter 1!!!!!!!!! Acevi angst!! It hurts so much to see that deep down ace did really care about Levi ToT. Ace's sprite looks sooooo good!!!!!!! (Also this is so gay and i luv it).

4. Ace seems to mention his friend from the Q&A.

Ok so it looks like Ace mentions his friend from the Q&A that I forgot the name of lol. But here he says it would be "an insult to his memory" which to me, implies that his friend is dead, or atleast not his friend anymore. I can't wait for the angst!!!!!!

5. Hu and Veronika's secrets

Most people predicted the secrets correctly, it is sad :(. But its good that it seems that Hu has grown and seems to be in a healthier place. But I am also a little scared cuz Hu might be the killer and she is getting a lot of screentime and moments were she girlbosses.

6. Teruko's secret...

I believe that this is not Teruko's real secret as it seems like it's obviously about Xander. I think that David used this as a trap or something to try and get more information out of Teruko, which is why I think he made that evil face. I'm not sure how David knew that Min's clue was Xander's, maybe he told David in private in chapter 1? But Teruko's belief that this is her secret is interesting...

So, even though I don't think this is Teruko's secret, the fact that she thought it was means that she feels like the death of her family was her fault, likely because of her luck. But the most interesting part of this for me is the fact that the secret mentions the death of Teruko/Xander's parents and siblings. This kind of implies that Teruko might have been lying about her brother being alive, or she believes that he died after he got adopted. And yes, this could be a coincidence but the specific phrasing of "parents and siblings" seems like it was meant to imply this since it could have been phrased as family instead. But obviously this could also be a coincidence, especially since it also says siblings, and Teruko claims she only has one so Idk, its up to u whether u think its a coincidence or not.

7. WHY R THEY DOING THIS TO MY HEART!!!!!!!!!  😭😭😭

Arei's scene with David was so sad and so wholesome!!!! It literally made me so sad, I got so scared when she said that she was a bad person but then what she said about them being imperfect together cuz perfect people don't exist is soooo wholesome. This is extra cute cuz her whole arc was about being scared to be vulnerable around people but she was willing to be honest and kind with David even after she knew he was a liar. Also the next thought...

8. WHAT THE HECK EDEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I literally screamed when I saw this, I was so shocked, draw dropped. And I didn't even notice the fork thing, I thought it was a wrench until I went to tumblr and saw everyone talking about the fork and xander connections!!!!!!! THis is crazy!! Eden what happened!?!

In more seriousness, since I believe Teruko's secret is about her being the reason for the killing game and who appears like Xander says all this stuff in episode 1, I wonder what happened. Did Teruko accidentally cause the killing game and Eden tried protecting Teruko from Xander, or were Teruko and Eden like evil/manipulative. I have no idea, I also don't know who was the one telling Xander to kill Teruko. (The phrasing of "end the killing game" could imply that they were in a previous killing game, but I think that's probably me reading too much into it since he's probably just trying to end it before it starts.)

Anyways I'm so interested in what Eden did since she is one of the kindest characters, and that was one of the best twists in Drdt.

9. Why is Whit so upbeat and why does he know so much about hanging?!?!

Whit is always upbeat during trials, he even made a joke about Min's execution earlier in chapter 2. I understand that its probably cuz he's comic relief and its probably a coping mechanism for all the death but it is still kinda suspicious. He also knows a lot about breaking necks through hanging like Veronika, so that's either sad or suspicious. Anyways I don't think he is the killer but I know some people think he could be the mastermind and yeah is kind of suspicious. But based on what he said in episode 7 in the movie room about Teruko grieving its probably just a coping mechanism.

10. Nico!?!?

Ok, so I don't think that Nico is actually the killer, especially since there would probably one of those selection screen thingies. But I know that a lot of people suspect that Hu assisted with Nico's murder attempt because Nico used a wire while Hu's special weapon was a wire. (I'm obviously not the first to say this I saw people talk about a bunch of months ago). This kinda makes me think that Hu could be the killer since she could have helped Nico plan the murder and she could have reused the methods for Arei's murder. Hu was also the most reluctant to give up her secret, so if she wanted to keep her secret safe she could have committed the murder. Hu does have an alibi but it is with Nico in private. (Also now after the time reveal it may not have to do with the secrets since it was the morning after). Also I don't think Hu was the one who actually tried to kill Ace because Nico admits to it in part 1 of chapter 2, and that would also kinda takeaway from Nico's agency and possible character arc and stuff. Anyways I kinda hope it isn't Hu cuz she ate David up last episode and I don't want her to die.

That's it, hope u enjoyed my ramblings lol :P

[justm3di0cr3]

Fav blog on tumblr and why 👀 (being moots dont count)

Sorry anon I got multiple (sequence means nothing)

-> @midnightmah07 : She is actually so sweet and understanding, plus her oc x canon makes me scream into my pillow because they are just that cute. Her art style is so unique too and I love how distinct it is. She was also one of the first blogs i got introduced to on tumblr so i feek like i continued using it because of that since my anon-ed interactions wuth her always felt genuine

-> @4necdote : GREAT👏 WRITER👏She was actually my inspiration to start writing myself and It really helped ne improve so I owe that to her. Besides again, the sweetest person ever cuz me crying because of smth nice she said isn't allat uncommon. Also her aesthetics are always top-tier.

-> @natsukishinomiyaswife : Great writer part 2 because her fics have caused me to need to go outside for fresh air and try not to scream my lungs out. Not to mention, she is very giving when it comes to her mutuals and cares alot about ppl who support her work (isn't prideful at all when lowkey she has a right to be cuz wdym u wrote all that... I thought it was some hidden masterpiece literature.. )

-> @boopshoops Ok can yall blame me for adding dear shoopy here? This feels like an unnecessary explanation because the quality of her art and writing speaks for itself. Another person who is so giving towards the community cuz I will never forget her taking as much ocs she could and making that 40 hour piece. I would've cried if that were me. Bailed half way so gotta pat her on the back for that motivation.

-> @oya-oya-okay : recently got introducted to her but I've seen their blog alot on my feed as a Black butler and twst fan. Somehow her art of azul is tolerable so much so that i dont scream roach when I see him on their blog but this isnt about 🔵, it's about Oya whose art and oc x canon are just pookiest, wookiest, cutest things I've seen. They are at 2,000 followers FOR A REASON 👏

-> @skibidibabygirl : i love her sm chat... Sobs. She is so fun and sweet to talk toand if you have interacted with her yknow what im talking about. The first time i saw her art, i ended up staring at it for a hot minute and I have a certain attachment to her ocs and blog. Plus as a POC, her to go above and beyond to make her ocs representative is commendable.

-> @twtysevapr : HAVE YOU ALL SEEN HER ART?? ITS THE PRETTIEST EVER 🙏 and she has made interactions so fun for me to the point, talk with our ocs (mainly marx, mina amd cass) is actually smth i look forward to sm that i cant put it into words. Besides im biased as hell and rapunzal has always been my fav so-

-> @le-monchou : this is my first tumblr moot chat and she is studying literature and it shows. First twst fics i read were from her and ive never been the same /pos. Sometimes i lay awake and think about that one fic she wrote for my oc x canon in an event of hers. Plus her sense of humor really resonates with mine (and we also live in the sane region) so it always makes me feel nice.

-> @catboiie16 : Cat is actually so sweet that my teeth are falling out. Her art is so pretty that it is actually my phones lock and home screen wallpaper rn amd she knows im not joking. Another thing is her way of writing and how she carries the narrative that encourages me to get better. Also sephie. Yes that is a reason and a valid one.

-> @seuing : she doesn't really post anymore but her art is so so shsjshs. The twst slander on her blog is smth I would frame. She has been my bff for two years and her art has sent me throu a spiritual ascension where I high-fived Jesus and had a tea party with the angels. Trust me if she posts art here again, you guys would understand.

-> @xxoomiii : This girl is so sweet and I love her design choices in ocs (curls that look like roses GAHDAMN ) ANDTEH WAY SHE COLORS HAS ME HOOKED. HAVE YOU ALL SEEN THE OUTFITS SHE MAKES. Actually so gorgeous that it hurts. Bonus points for being a Riddle kisser.

[envy-of-the-apple]

POLY! I JUST HAD TO POUR MY LOVE IN YOUR MOST RECENT WORK, INFINITE REWIND, HERE ON TUMBLR AS WELL. I FEEL LIKE COMMENTING IN AO3 IS NOT ENOUGH! I JUST LEFT A WALL OF TEXTX THERE BUT I FEEL LIKE I STILL HAVEN'T SAID ENOUGH OF WHAT I'M FEELING FOR THAT WORK FUCKING HELL DID YOU JUST DETHRONE SEM FOR MY FAVORITE SATORU FIC?!!! WHY ARE YOU FIGHTING YOURSELF WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF AAAAAHHHHH JUST KNOW THAT WHILE READING IT I THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE FULL ON ANGST AND I WAS FEELING SO SAD THAT THEY REALLY WONT SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN. IT WAS A ROLLER COASTER OF AN EMOTION THINKING IT WAS HIM WHO SAVED HER OR MAYBE HE FOUND A WAY TO FIND HER HIS FEELINGS EVEN WITHOUT KNOWING HER, BUT KNOWING STILL THE MOST INTIMATE THING YET SO LITTLE OF HER. AM I MAKING SENSE, TOLD YA I CANT THINK STRAIGHT

im so sorry for screaming, it's just too good. Oh my i love you

Satoru, our truly selfless and kind to a fault God. Goodness, he's too 😔😔😔😔 i wanna give him the biggest hug, he's precious he deserves everything

Your ask got through! I blushed and giggled the first time and the second time you sent this TYYYY

WAIT THAT WAS YOU????? AHHH BESTIE BESTIE THANK U FOR THAT WALL OF TEXT I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH FOR IT I ALWAYS GET SO HAPPY WHENEVER YOU COMMENT ON MY FICS AND I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT:)))))

ughhhhh satoru being so selfless and giving isnt talked about ENOUGH. the fact that he chooses his students, the future, over his one and only i could write paragraphs and paragraphs and paragraphs about how much he loves and cares. Greeny had to give him permission to be selfish and to hurt. After being isolated from his friends, taking mission after mission, after the one who he saw as his closest companion say everything was fixed and there was no reason to keep coming back and see him anymore, could anyone even blame him for intentionally causing pain? Greeny certainly couldn't. (this is why its tagged unhealthy relationships but we allow that cuz we love gojo)

for the record infinite rewind would curb stomp SEM if they ever fought. it wouldn't even be a competition. its the superior fic:)

[bunnyyamor]

daddy kink

[ OCTOBER 27TH ] TOJI FUSHIGURO x fem! reader (step-dad au)

synopsis; you had wanted to trick or treat with your whole family but your mom was busy on halloween night. so instead you were stuck trick or treating with your step dad. wk; 3k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, dark content, daddy kink, pseudo-incest, age gaps, pet-names, public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, enemies-to-lovers, jealous! toji, over protective! toji, dirty talk, beta read!

notes; so i changed the layout a wee bit, but this is by far my fav fic i think ive written. idk its my style aesthetic and i love her lol. also toji is one of my favs cuz he is so fine so enjoy bbys. pls remember to unhide mature posts in tumblr settings and comment, like and reblog!

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“so i’m thinking we’ll hit up the neighbors house, then maybe go egg some houses.” your mother raised her brow with a glare. “then we can come back home and eat all our candy while watching spoooooky movies,” you moved your fingers in a scary way. “that’s the plan. so what are you going to wear this year?”

“actually, honey. i’m not going.”

“what?” your mouth widened in shock. you were looking forward to this day for a whole year. “but you had your whole outfit picked out and everything.”

your mother rolled her eyes, annoyed, “i know. look, it’s not like i chose to not go. they have me wanting to come in for another shift.”

you were texting on your phone, pissed. “then tell them no. literally i got this day off for this, so can you.”

“it’s not that simple. i don’t know why you can’t do anything on your own?  i already told you i tried, enough, what do you want from me?”

“you never hang out with me anymore,” you pouted. “it’s always work or that man.”

your mother snapped at your face, “watch yourself. that is your step-father.”

“he is nothing to me,” you crossed your arms. “he is just a dude you’ve been with for a while that stays at our house.”

“i want you to respect him, y/n. he is a good man.”

footsteps boomed down the stairs. there he was. the man that was with your mother for almost 2 years now. toji fushiguro. it looked as if he had just come out of the shower. he was wearing gray sweatpants without a shirt and his hair dripped on his shoulders. “hey baby,” his voice was raspy as he kissed your mom. 

“jesus fucking christ. put on a shirt dude.” you shouldered him as you walked by. 

“y/n!” your mom shouted. 

you saw in your peripheral vision toji’s face darkened in anger. but you didn’t care if he was angry. he could suck it!

“what mom? i’m being a good girl.” you slid over your couch and laid there, upside down, texting on your phone, trying to make late plans. “maybe i’ll ask my friend if i can go to a party. aye, that’ll do it. i can go get wasted.” you chuckled. 

you knew your mother was probably rubbing her temple and your ‘step-father’ was consoling her. he literally made you want to vomit. he made you angry and his presence was a nuisance to you.      

“y/n, you know how we feel about you going to those parties. besides i don’t really like your friends,” toji crossed his arms. he had a way of making your mother think exactly like him. even if she was half on your side and thinking she would immediately turn her morals to his. your mother treated your step-father as if he was all knowing. she listened and did everything he told her. it bothered you so much. 

you jumped up from the couch and made your way to toji’s huge form. he was humongous, broad shoulders, muscles galore, he almost touched your house's ceiling. he was a huge man. that didn’t intimidate you one bit. “you can’t tell me what to do. this is my house, my mom, and my life.”

toji smirked, “that’s true but i also am your step-father.” he took one step closer to you. the air shifting between you two. his arms were crossed over his chest. you never realized how thick he was on his chest area. they literally protruded under his arms. still, even with his size, you didn’t want him to think he won. 

“i know who you really are. you can’t fool me. and you will never be my father,” you uttered the words so that only you and toji could hear. you thought that would break him but instead it grew a gleam in his eyes. something shined within him that made him break the smirk into a toothy grin. he was playing your game. “whatever. i’ll just call megumi and hang out with him. we’ll go trick-or-treating.”

“megumi texted me. he’s going with yuji itadori actually. so, it looks like it’s just you and me sweetheart.” toji winked. 

you threw your hands up in the air frustrated. “yay,” your mom clapped her hands, “daddy and daughter time.”

you went upstairs and got changed in your ballerina costume. maybe you could separate from him and hang out with your friends. this was supposed to be a family gathering but of course, your mother had to ruin it. 

you came downstairs and as you came down you noticed your mom was gone and instead toji sat on the couch. something was different with him. “you done?” he called out. 

you stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for him to turn around. he stood up and turned and you knew that something was different. you felt different with your step-dad. toji smirked as he showed up in a nightwing costume. each muscle outlined, his hair disheveled, and he was wearing the eye mask. he leaned against the couch, you couldn't help it but divert your eyes to his cock. it was outlined as well, and…huge. you gulped. “wow you look-”

“cool?” he slowly walked over to the end of the stairs. “not so boring?” his eyes slowly made their way from your legs up to your face. “ballerina?”

you did your makeup pink themed and you wore a cute gloss over your lips. your lips were pursed out, all innocent looking. you were all pink and girly. super feminine. even painting your nails red. you wore a pink leotard with a sheer pink skirt. the leotard was tight, showing all your curves and ass. you looked like a cake topper, a cute pink macaroon. any man would want to take a bite. 

“sweetheart, you look so beautiful. so perfect, delicate.” he whispered as his hands traveled up your legs. you didn’t have a snappy comeback. instead he made you flustered. his eyes held some kind of villainy within him. his neck curved, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he stared up at you as if you were an angel. he looked guilty and wanting at the same time. his eyes were half-lidded. you noticed the way he sniffed the air, sniffing you. his big, calloused hands looked so gigantic against your legs, covering your entire calf as he rubbed it lightly and squeezed it gently. “you ready?” his voice was hoarse. 

you covered your face, wanting to hide your emotions and feelings. you were only human. “yeah, whatever. let’s just get this over with, old man.” you pushed him aside as you walked in front of him. you realized he was staring at your ass. 

what was wrong with your step-father? he was your mother’s boyfriend! and yet why did you feel dirty? why did you feel that if something happened today you would let him do whatever he wanted to you? why did you want him to do something to you? why was he acting this way all of a sudden? 

everyone was out. the night was young as so many families walked around the neighborhood in their costumes, wanting candy. you knew the town, knew the houses, the streets so you walked around like you knew everyone, it was true you did. toji looked at you with pride. the way you walked around, not afraid, acting like you were the main character. a part of him was irked by your rudeness but also he couldn't help but stare at you. he couldn’t help but be attracted to you. 

“let’s pause here,” you said. you had put a spray around your hair and neck that was sparkles. it twinkled in the moonlight. this caught toji’s attention. you smelled like vanilla and looked like a diamond. all your sparkles catching his eye. you whipped your phone out and leaned your head against toji’s shoulder. “let’s take a selfie and send it to mom. she wants one.” you lied through your teeth. you looked away as you said this lie. 

toji grinned evilly. “mom? or more like you?” his face dipped to your height. he pushed you against a fence, caging your small body with his. you winced, finally breaking, he was winning. your tiny hands pressed against his chest, strong and plump. you were hot. toji was pinning you against the fence. his face was only centimeters away from yours. “c’mon baby. you can tell daddy the truth.”

“i-i-it’s. okay fine. doesn’t matter. mom will like it.” you shouted, hiding your face. you were never bashful or shy! why were you becoming like this? he made you this way!

“okay, let’s send her a selfie.” toji all of a sudden picked you up, arm under your ass as his big hands gripped your plump thighs. “what the fuck?” your body was placed on his shoulder. the sides of your leotard rising higher from the movement. your heart was beating faster than ever before. “toji, what are you doing-”

“toji? angel, i’m your step-father. call me daddy.”

you gulped, “f-fine. what are you doing, daddy?” you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. you also felt wetness down at the name. 

“i’m taking a picture with my sweet baby girl. alright, say cheese!”

you hated him. hated him more than ever in this moment. he was playing with you and your mom. he was messing with your mind. you knew it wasn’t because he actually liked you, it was because he wanted to get back at you for earlier. “n-no! i don’t have to listen to you.” you crossed your arms. the side of your ass was pressed next to toji’s face. toji raised his brow and shook his head, “good girls listen.” his mouth then turned to bite a piece of your ass peeking from the leotard. it was a light bite and then his tongue peaked out and licked the bite. “c’mon, smile.” 

you jumped but was held still by toji. “toji-i mean, daddy!” your step-father just bit your ass. and you liked it. you liked it so much. you wiggled on his shoulder. finally, you smiled and toji took the selfie. he came out so attractive. his jawline was prominent in the photo, he looked like a model. his smirk making his scar above his lip prominent. you were wide eyed looking innocent in the camera. more from what toji just did seconds ago and from where you were seated. toji carried you like you weighed nothing.

he put you back down and you felt dizzy from everything. what were you feeling? “send me that picture,” toji’s hands landed on your shoulder then traveled up to around your neck, caressing your skin there. “i think you look so beautiful in it.”

why were you so quiet? you decided, toji wasn’t going to win. you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

you both went to a door. you knew who lived there. it was a guy that you knew had a crush on you from when you both were in high school. of course, you never liked him but you wanted toji to realize you didn’t care about him and his actions. 

toji knocked the door for you. he was behind you most of the day, keeping an eye out since it was night. you weren’t going to lie, you did like how protective he was over you. you felt safe with him. he always had a shoulder wrapped around you or his hand on you to make sure you were always with him. always standing behind you, close by, so close you can smell his cologne. 

“thank you daddy.” you smiled wide. excited for what was gonna happen. the door opened and low and behold it was the guy that had a crush on you. “y/n? wow, welcome! damn, you look good.” he eyed you up and down. you felt a hand on your shoulder. it was toji’s and it was tightening around you. you looked up behind you and saw his face. if looks could kill! he looked so scary! he wore a scowl and his eyes were dark, full of anger. 

you rolled your eyes and popped your butt out to the side, placing your hands on your hips, posing. “you think so baby? aww thank you, love!”

the guy leaned against the door frame, coming closer to you. toji pulled you back so you fell back against his chest. “i’m her boyfriend.”

“wh-what?” you were about to fight toji. trying to turn around to protest but toji held you in place. “so, back off.” he threatened with a glare. 

the guy backed off, throwing his hands up, surrendering. “damn, sorry man. i didn’t know. well, here’s some candy. enjoy your trick or treat y/n.”

you rolled your eyes and said a quiet “thank you.” you bent down to pick up the candy in the plastic jack o'lantern bucket. you noticed the guy backed away to look at your breasts almost spilling over. you knew toji would not like it. you heard toji grumble in the back of you. but you also noticed that when you bent over your ass by accidently grazed against toji’s dick, you felt it was hard! “c’mon baby. let’s go.” he grabbed your arm, dragging you away. 

you both walked without saying a word. most of the streets were empty, people heading home. toji acted weird, walking in front of you this time, which was something he didn’t do this whole time. 

“daddy?” you called out to him. 

“i can’t believe how you acted. the way he looked at you.” you saw toji rub his temple and bang the fence beside him with his fist. 

“it wasn’t my fault! he was the one all up on me. i was an innocent bystander. what was with the whole, oh i’m her boyfriend?” you imitated him. 

toji turned around, anger evident on his face. “sweetheart, i saw the way he looked at you, daddy knows that look. when a man wants to ravage a sweet girl. the way he looked at you made me so angry, so disgusted.” toji’s jaw clenched. “if i said i was your boyfriend, i knew he would leave you alone.”

you were so done. you shook your head and resumed to walk, wanting to be ahead of him and by yourself. you shoved against him, “whatever. i can’t stand you! i try to like you! try to give you a chance! you think you can play with my feelings and emotions. the way i feel!”

toji grabbed you and picked you up to press you against the fence, like earlier. caging your body. 

“not again with this!” you tried to push him away from you. 

toji clenched the sides of your head and dipped his head to press his feverishly lips against yours. the kiss was passionate, heated. the smacking of lips. you tried to not move your mouth but you couldn't help it. you needed to kiss him. you wrapped your tiny arms, compared to his, around his head to deepen the kiss. 

“daddy, i want you.” you moaned in the kiss. 

“i know baby. i know.” his tongue dragged into your mouth. fighting with your tongue. both breaths hot. moaning and groaning. teeth gnashing. your fingers tangled themselves in his hair. your body was automatically attracted to his, wanting to be pressed against him. 

“we shouldn't do this.” you said. 

“i know.” toji agreed. but then his lips went to your neck. you suck in the air as his plump lips touched the vein on your neck. he could feel your pulse, how rapid it was. you were excited. you wanted this so bad now. 

“you know i hate you so much,” you pushed toji’s head closer so he was licking all your neck. 

“i never hated you. i’ve tried to fight this feeling. but you are so stubborn, such a bad girl.”

you dragged his head back to your lips. you bit his lip. the flesh between your teeth as you dragged it out. eyes directly on his. 

toji picked you up, desperately, his hands under your ass, groping and squeezing your flesh. “you in this outfit. fuck. you really were testing me baby. daddy wanted to fuck you really bad.”

you grinded on his hands. loving how thick they were and veiny. he was very handsome as much as you hated him. “please daddy, fuck me. make me yours.” your eyes were innocent.

toji finally ripped his eye mask off, so his face was plain. you wanted to see his real, raw emotions while he fucked you. he held you with one hand, kissing you sloppily, while the other hand was starting to rip your leotard. “daddy, i’m not wearing underwear! everyone is gonna see me.”

“over my dead body,” he growled. “i’ll rip my costume and wrap it around you.” he ripped the fabric of the leotard that covered your pussy. 

when it was finally gone, you shivered slightly from the cool october air hitting your wet pussy. “i’m cold.” you pouted. 

“don’t worry. daddy, will make you all warm.” toji smirked as his thick fingers slowly touched your cunt. you gasped from the touch then hummed at the feeling. he knew what he was doing. “just like that.”

“baby likes this?”

“i would like it more if it was daddy’s cock.”

toji played with your wetness between his fingers then he lifted the fingers into his mouth. eye contact never leaving as he sucked his fingers dry. “wow, sweetheart. you taste so delicious. does this pussy belong to me?”

you nodded, so hot. his fingers circled your clit, making your legs shake from the nerves. he played with your folds, stretching them slightly. “you ready?”

you looked down at his pent up frustration. it was huge and it wasn’t even uncovered. “yes,” you said low. you were scared. you never fucked someone so big as him. 

“don’t worry baby, daddy will go slow for his angel.” he kissed your forehead as he unzipped. he took his swollen cock out. it was super thick, dripping already with need. he saw you that way as well. he was very much attracted to you. 

toji lifted your legs over his arms. your pussy wide and displayed for him. “look at that pretty pussy. all for daddy. it is so beautiful.”

he was wet and you were soaked. his cock slid it slowly into you. it was perfect. he fit you like a puzzle piece. it went in, inch by inch. “that’s it. take it.” his breath was shaky. you knew he wanted to fuck you hard, wanting to dive into you. but he took it slow. finally he bottomed out. 

“oh my god,” you moaned. moving your hips for him to go fast. 

“already baby! i just put it in. you naughty girl.” toji’s hips went back and forward. both of you getting wetter and squelching. skin sticking. “but if that’s what you want, my baby gets what she wants.” suddenly, toji’s hips started going quicker. he was humping up inside your cunt, your juice dripping down his cock. 

“yesss right there. fuck! yes daddy! right there daddy!” you hugged onto him. your grip tight. his balls slapped against your cunt. his thick cock was dragging in and out. this was not making love, this was pure, straight up, fucking you. he was feral. biting onto your shoulder. 

toji grunted, pounding inside you. nonstop. he was holding you and fucking you. sweat was dripping down his temple. you were pinned against someones fence, being fucked out of your mind. toji kissed you again while he fucked your brains out. loving how you clenched around him. how tight you were. 

“god i feel so full, daddy,” you cried. 

“that’s okay. take it. take it.” toji noticed how you pulsed around his dick. he loved how every time his cock came peeking out of you it was covered, drenched with your cream. you looked so perfect. so angelic. breathing harshly, trying to take all of him. lips puffy, eyelashes thick with tears from the stimulation. your hair was starting to stick to your skin from the sweat. you looked like his favorite vision. he wanted to remember this moment. paint a picture of you this way. his tongue licked inside your mouth, opened mouths making out. his cock and pounding didn’t stop. it went faster, fervently. needing. it was unstoppable. he was unstoppable. if someone was watching let them. you were worth it. he didn’t care in that moment about your mother, he wanted you. wanted to take you to a lair and fuck you everyday every second. you were his drug. 

“daddy, i don’t think i can last longer. i’m gonna cum!”

“go ahead baby. cum for daddy.” he growled as his forehead rested against yours. wanting to see your face. wanting to see how you looked as you took all his seed. 

“ahhhhh!” you shook, grasping onto toji’s shoulders. 

toji didn’t stop. he loved to feel your goopy-ness drip on his cock. it was warm and felt like a  velvet blanket of a waterfall onto him. 

“i’m so fucking lucky,” he whispered to you. “shittt, fuck,” he grunted as he finally came. not able to last because your pussy walls pulsed against his shaft, milking him for everything he was worth. 

“i love you daddy. thank you daddy, fuck,” you kissed him again. it was sloppy, disgusting. saliva everywhere. but you wanted him to know you were his but if he could be yours. 

“i know. i know.” he moaned against your lips. he was still into you and when you both calmed down he slipped out of you. before you could even ask him anything, he ripped his top in half and wrapped it around your hips. he held onto your hand to walk with you but you tripped. you were too weak and held still on the fence.

“i got you.” toji picked you up bridal style. “how bout we cuddle on the couch and watch spooky movies?

your tiny hands touched his face in a feather like touch, “okay. also, i don’t hate you as much.”

toji walked with you cuddled in his arms, he was smirking. “i know.”

[xdivyxd]

hii i was wondering if you could write gerard way x fem reader angst?

Hii sorry it took me so long, i was going through stuff, but I'm back on Tumblr now. I hope you'll like it :)

A million little pieces

Word count : 738

Pairing: Gerard Way x reader (gender neutral)

Description : In which reader wants to get married but Gerard doesn't really like the idea

Gener: angst

Warning : language ¿

"Will you marry me?" I got down on one knee, looking up at the man of my dreams, smiling up at him and holding out the open velvet box with the ring in it

"Y/n please get up..." I looked at him as i got up, my smile slowly disappearing as i realized how stupid it was to do it

"I'm not gonna marry you" my heart shattered in millions of little pieces that would never be put back together, all i could say is a quivery "why?" As i closed the ring box, not looking at Gerard's direction

"Because I'm not ready to get married y/n. God this is so stupid why would you even ask me to?" His voice sounded irritated

"The idea of marrying me is that stupid? Really?!" My voice came out angrier than i intended "god how stupid uh? Marrying the person you love? So so fucking stupid." I rolled my eyes and looked at him, waiting for him to say something but he stared at me, not a single emotion detected on his face

"Say something Gerard" I swang my arms up in frustration, the ring box dropping to the floor, he looked at it as if he was waiting for something to happen

"I don't want to marry you y/n" His words hurt me more than anything before

"You're amazing, really"

Tears were rolling down my checks, my entire body was shaking "then why?"

"I don't know y/n, i. Dont. Know" he was frustrated by the situation, and so was I

"Yes you do know Gerard, just say what you have to say"

He looked at me and took a deep breath "i do love you, but.." he stopped for a few seconds, I felt nauseous, i was sceard my knees would give up and i would fall to the ground

"But I'm not in love with you anymore, and it wouldn't be right of me to marry you if I don't feel the same as you"

I nodded my head, closing my eyes 'please this is just a bad dream please' i kept repeating in my head

I opened my eyes after a few moments and looked at the man standing in front of me and took a breath, not letting myself brake infront of him

"One of us should move out then" i said and turned my back to him, walking to our bedroom, i felt him come after me

"We should talk about it first don't ypu think?" All i wanted to do was slap him when je said that.

I stood at the door of our bedroom looking at our bed, the bed we've been shearing for the past year.

How stupid was i to think we were in love with each other. How stupid...

I walked to the closet with a suit case and started packing "you're leaving now? Y/n we should talk. I can sleep on the couch, let's just talk about what we should do"

"I'm not leaving, you are." I said as i put a few of his clothes in the suit case, not thinking rationally, and not wanting to.

All i wanted was to get back to the way we were, but that was impossible

"And we have nothing to talk about. You don't love me anymore, we're not getting married and we can't be together cuz, like you said, you don't love me anymore"

I gave him the suit case and looked at him waiting for him to get out, he didn't

"I do love you, just not the way i used to, not the way you want me to love you. I don't want us to lose each other."

I rolled my eyes, tears were still streaming down my face

"We can stay friends"

I laughed at the idea of staying friends, how could i ever be friends with him after all those years of being in love with him

"Get out Gerard. Get out and don't ever talk to me again"

He didn't fight this time, he knew it was worthless to fight me now, he took his stuff and got out of the house

As soon as i heard the front door closing i fell to my knees, i started sobbing, I don't know how to come back from this

I just lost the only man i ever loved. Forever.

[planetkiimchi]

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talk about your favourite mutuals and why you like them

hi anon !! first off, thanks for this ask, i'm always up for appreciation posts! secondly, sorry for getting back to you so late 🥲 thirdly, i did mention some moots that i haven't spoken to in a while, i'd love to catch up with y'all sometime 💗 and anyone i didn't mention: feel free to drop into my inbox!

@a-gay-mushroom | let's start with aster! you probably never see me talk about him here LOL bc i'm pretty sure they don't have access to their account anymore but we still talk on discord and he sends us lil updates on his life 🥺🥺 like how cute is that

@realparkminkyun | seok is a REAL ONE cuz why is he the only one that appreciates my wayv posts :/ also among one of the first mutuals i made here when we were both kinda figuring tumblr out lol

@blue-jisungs | ofc axe is on this list LOL my first writer mutual !! she's super cheerful and nice and sends the server lots of great edits and likes my translations of wayv vids hehe

@alterenjun | don't talk to nae very much but she makes really pretty moodboards! also she's super sweet

@fylithia | moon always has smth to say and also they tagged me in a bunch of stuff and has cats.

@wheeboo | rania is so cool !!! she gives rlly good advice and is super mature and i love seeing her life updates

@jisungsdaydreamer | dreamy has rlly good writing and also never faults me for forgetting to talk to them sometimes 😰

@eternalgyu | hannie brings much-needed chaotic energy into my life lol the only thing is we don't stan the same groups 💔 except svt

@wqnwoos | hana has the prettiest writing ever ?? and she's so sweet i love interacting w her!

@kyrjnie | val has sent me multiple check ins even when i fail to interact w her regularly 🫶🏼🫶🏼

@welcometomyoasis | we live in the same country !! also kind of like an older sister bc she has more life experience HEHE

@slytherinshua | makes presentations to help us stan new groups and has writing for almost every kpop group she stans (which is. a lot) and also leaves amazing comments and replies to my rbs of her work ?4&!//

okay i think thats it!! love y'all <3

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

I’d ask for more stuff for the reader with the employers (other than Audi) but rrrrrfgg. So little content of them

I feel you Anon, but that's cuz there's jack shit info on them. This got longer than intended and tumblr wont let me save anymore to this post, so I'll make another post with Conductor and Deliberator! :]

Stygian x reader

CW: Talks of death/decay

STYGIAN

Arguably the oldest of the four widely known employers, for as long as life has existed, so too has death. Black wisps of smoke curled around his skeletal form, flowing down without pattern or consistency. His few visible features deep set in his face, from his dull pink eyes, to his cheekbones protruding prominently.

His paper thin skin seemed to barely sit on the pink toned bones, looking as if any movement would tear it away, it was something you'd wondered about often when thinking of him.

"Worm." His voice was hollow, a soulless husky rasp with a hint of airiness to it. That was how he referred to everyone he deemed below him, which was everything but his kin.

Being called upon to aid in his work was exciting, yet a heavy burden. Plenty of dead souls passed this realm, and you were part of an exclusive team of judges, dictating where each S-3LF should go. To be reborn, to be banished to purgatory, sentenced to hell, or perhaps the worst fate you'd come to learn of, to be torn asunder into nothing, scattered across the cosmic void.

Sure, purgatory and hell weren't pleasant places, but arguably seemed kinder fates that simply becoming completely undone, as though one had never existed at all...

He snapped his fingers, and you were alone in his office. "Sit." His voice was cold and commanding, yet it always had that tone. Reading him was difficult, always a frigid reception, emotionless to the fullest extent. You obeyed without a word, the chair uncomfortable and worn, unlike the one behind his desk, which was new, plush, and looked a whole lot more comfortable.

His gaunt figure passed by, and a hint of ash mixed with embalming fluids flooded your nose, still incredibly potent despite how often the smell filled your office space.

Narrow hip bones lay neath the skirt of his black floor length toga, a belt of tiny animal skulls rested around his waist. "You are being far too kind to these pathetic bugs. You have yet to submit souls to be cast into The Nothing. Weakness like this shall not be taken lightly."

"I'm sorry, sir." His eyes narrowed.

"These are unworthy beings deserving of erasure, if you can't comply, you'll find yourself joining them into obscurity."

"I'll do better, sir. I vow it."

"As is expected. You are meant to make my job easier. Remember, you are replaceable."

"Understood, sir."

You were suddenly back in your office, leaving Stygian alone in his. He sat at his desk, gritting his teeth. Yes, this little worm was weak, below him, so why couldn't he get you off his mind?

Too kind for their own good, even when he insulted them, berated and tore them apart, they were ever-so polite and always replied formally. His smoke curled around his head, growing thicker as his annoyance grew, filling the room with a black and pink haze.

He was the beast of death, reeling in souls and fixing the afterlife for all, and love and romance weren't really his deal. He was utterly blind to this, doubly so because it was mere mortal that caught his fancy.

He snapped his fingers, and at once a younger fellow Employer appeared in the chair ahead of him. "You really need to stop doing that. I was busy." Dreamer sighed and looked at Stygian. "Why did you call on me, brother?"

Stygian sighed, like a wind blowing through bones. "A mortal being plagues my mind. You deal with these things regularly, what do you propose is wrong with me?"

Dreamer twirled her star earring. "Depends, what thoughts are you thinking?"

"They infest my mind like maggots, writhing in my skin and burrowing deeper. Their face haunts my mind, a ghost trapped in my skull. Tell me Dreamer, tell me, what is wrong?"

Summoning a tea cup, Dreamer sipped thoughtfully. "You're in love."

"What?"

She giggled and rolled her eyes. "This mortal, whoever they are, you're in love with them. Indulge in it, or don't. Do what thou will, tis what thy's best at. But if you do intent to pursue them, do change out of your deathly rags, okay Steeg?" She clapped her hands, and was gone.

In love? HIM? Bullshit, Dreamer was in her own world again. No. He wasn't in love. He needed to kill you, to break you from his mind entirely, to make you cease to exist, to-

A stack of documents landed in his tray, and he groaned, taking the top one off. His eyes instantly went to the bottom, your signature freshly inked. "Perhaps the purple one has a point." He slumped in his chair slightly, casting the paper aside. Auditor could file them himself, he enjoyed that stuff anyway.

Stygian got up, melting into the floor, appearing back in his private quarters. Heading to his wardrobe, he cracked it open, seeing nothing more than old suits, funeral attire, and worn out reaper robes. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, of course his clothing was useless, he rarely took care of his physical form.

He's living death for Maker's sake, why is he fussing about this?!

"Your thoughts are disrupting my flow." Connie was sitting in a chair in Stygian's bedroom.

"Tis a shame we cannot all have coherent thoughts, Conductor." Stygian scowled angrily. "Precisely what are you intending to achieve here?"

Conductor let out a melodic chuckle, his voice smooth like a fine tuned instrument. "You're not yourself. You're... Bothered. And I don't mean your usual gloom filled irritated self." He rested his head on a fist. "And since when do you change your attire but once a century?"

Stygian gritted his sharp teeth. "Well. Fine. Dreamer may have placed..... Strange thoughts in my mind, about... 'Love.' With some mortal of all things." He threw an old suit on the floor. "And that my clothes are RAGS!"

Connie straightened his tie. "She.. Has a point on that second thing." He pulled his baton, twirling it around in his hands, a blue light shooting out and wrapping itself around Stygian, and instantly tall, dark, and depressing was in a new, freshly pressed three piece suit with a pink tie to match his eyes. "Much better."

Stygian tapped his tie, and a skull lapel pin appeared on it.

Again Conductor swirled his baton, and a fat bouquet of white lilies mixed with blood red roses appeared in Stygian's arms. "Mortals are finicky, they enjoy things like that. Now go and demand they accept your offer."

You were seated at your desk still, condemning another old soul to the void. This one had lived so many lives, so many wicked lived. Dissolving them would be a blessing to the world... That was rather cruel, unlike your usual thoughts. Strange...

"Ahem." You spun in your chair, seeing Stygian in a full suit, his misty 'hair' flowing down, streaks of pink inside inky black. "You will attend a restaurant with me tonight. We need to discuss what happened earlier in greater depth."

Stygian wasn't asking, he was commanding. "Y-yes sir." You found yourself questioning his motives, he never spent time with anyone besides his brothers and sister.

His eyes narrowed, reading you back. "Here." He grunted, thrusting his arm out, shoving the bouquet into your face. "I've been informed that your kind... enjoys such gestures."

"What.. is this?" You looked up from your roses and lilies, and spotted soft pink flushing his cheeks, his eyes averted. "Sir?"

"Just get ready." Stygian snapped his fingers, a body hugging lacy black dress, with rhinestones and intricate little patterns embroidered on, and a classy all black suit, equally bejewelled with lace gloves both appeared on your desk. "Hopefully either of those should be to your liking."

You picked out one of the garments and rushed off to the staff toilets, heart racing and hands shaking. This wasn't happening, right? In a second, Stygian's hand would slam on your desk, and he'd bark at you to wake up. Surely he hadn't picked up on your slight attraction to him, right?

It was cringe-worthy, the living embodiment of death making your stomach butterflies flutter wildly. His cold demeanour, his harsh attitude, the puppy-love feeling of him softening these traits for you, it was all a fantasy, right?

Dressing up, you stepped out, and nearly collided with Stygian, who was lingering outside. "You... look nice." He grumbled, covering his mouth. "I figured you could perhaps enhance your appearance further with this."

He held out a box, opening it to show off a beautiful necklace with pink gemstones encrusted in rose gold metal. "A-are you sure about this sir? This doesn't seem like you."

Stygian looked at you finally, smoke swirling around his skull, twirling around your face as he stepped closer. "Don't think I haven't picked up on your signals, mortal. I can hear the way your heart races when you're close to me, I feel the lingering stares that could almost imprint in my form. I've ignored it and pushed it down for as long as I could, mistaking my own affections for resentment.

You wish to entangle yourself with death? Then prove to me you're worthy of it." Your hands grasped his cheeks, passing through his misty form and grabbing a hold of the black bone beneath, pulling it towards your face, feeling his teeth against your lips.

His flames were cool, but his bones were warm, pleasantly heating your hands as you held him, one of his skeletal hands covered yours, the other pulling you closer by your hips.

A lightheaded feeling washed over you, you started to collapse in his arms, but he was quick to support you. As he pulled back, you noticed a white mist flowing from between his teeth.

"Quite literally stealing your breath away." Resting in his arms a moment, his hand rubbed your back to comfort you, the other cradling your head against his chest. "To be in love with a mortal... To my kin it's unheard of. But you're different. You always have been. You vex me, but I crave it."

He slipped the necklace around your neck, and you looked up from the comfort of his skeletal form to his pink eyes. "Does this mean you're not firing me at dinner tonight?" You joked and he closed his eyes and sighed.

"Of course not. How dare you expect me to let such a good thing go."

[lucky-clover-gazette]

sounds like a bloodbath

hurt/comfort | 5198 words | vio & shadow, platonic/romantic/???

Shadow does self care. Vio does not. Takes place within the Four Swords Vampire AU by @kaitopitoo and @othervio on Tumblr.

Shadow winks—he winks!—and Vio wonders yet again what makes this kind of banter so easy between them. Probably not Hylia. Maybe there’s something in the water, like the bubbles. Maybe drinking Vio’s blood has made Shadow supernaturally attuned to his comedic stylings. Unlikely, but if so… talk about committing to the bite. 

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Shadow has been in the bath for six hours.

It’s starting to concern Vio, Shadow’s absence, making him feel like he’s not meant to be inside this castle alone. He knows the vampire wants him here (or at least tolerates his presence), but without Shadow keeping him company he tends to spiral into doubt.

They do spend time apart, of course—despite cohabitating, they sleep in different rooms, and often take private time to read or nap or, in Vio’s case, bathe luxuriously. It’s something he started doing after the third time Shadow fed off him, having been carried to a spare bathroom so Shadow could retrieve more alcohol disinfectant.

Despite his wooziness, Vio had badgered Shadow about the absolutely gorgeous and completely unused bath, a large marble basin surrounded by candles that hadn’t been lit for at least a century. It’s really more of a bathing pool than the tiny tubs found in most Hylian homes, intended for multiple occupants at once. While Vio had blanched at the idea of sharing the bath with anyone, he’d also made Shadow swear to let him to use it once he wasn’t on the verge of losing consciousness.

Shadow had, at first, dismissed the bath when Vio pointed it out. But he eventually humored him as he cleaned and dressed the bite wound, and even admitted that it was strange that he’d never tried it.  

“What stopped you?” Vio had asked, his words slightly slurred.

“It doesn’t sound very engaging. Maybe it would be, if I brought a book, but I don’t think you’d recommend that.”

“Hylia, no, are you insane? The whole point is to disengage. You just relax and enjoy the bubbles. When you get bored you stop, and then you’re all nice and clean for the rest of the day.”

Shadow had shaken his head. “When I need to get clean, I really need to get clean. Not an occasion for bubbles.”

“Oh, like after a hunt? Sounds like a bloodbath.”

That had made Shadow chuckle. Vio remembers being proud.

“Mmm, well,” Vio had hummed, leaning into Shadow’s touch, “you don’t need to hunt anymore.”

“What? Why not?”

“’Cuz I’m here, stupid.”

At that point, Vio hadn’t been able to see Shadow’s face. But he could picture the same inscrutable expression Shadow often wore in his presence, usually accompanied by silence. It hadn’t been a cruel reaction, or even a negative one, but it had given absolutely nothing away.  

Vio had felt a sting of rejection at Shadow’s response to his outward fondness, so much so that he’d briefly considered leaving the castle entirely. And still to this day, in such moments, he finds himself considering this. Not because he wants to leave—Hylia, not at all—but because of the way he assumes he makes Shadow feel.

Because Shadow has been feeding weekly for months at this point, with no sign of letting up. He still takes excellent care of Vio, and seems to enjoy the more tender moments between them in the aftermath, but there’s a hesitation there. It’s like, no matter what Vio says, Shadow still views him as a symbol for a part of himself he resents. And as many times as Vio reassures Shadow that it’s okay, that he doesn’t mind, that he doesn’t judge him for partaking in what has been willingly given, it never fully seems that Shadow has forgiven himself for what he has no choice to do.

And that’s just the simplest way to view it, as not being a choice. Honestly, Vio thinks it’s an inaccurate conclusion to draw. He’s been reading through vampiric literature, observing Shadow’s behavior, even occasionally catching him in earnest conversations about his feelings and experiences. And his current hypothesis (not that he’d ever admit it out loud) is that Shadow could absolutely choose to feed on someone or something else. He could hunt, just as he’s done for his entire life, and leave Vio unbitten. In fact, doing so would likely cause Shadow less emotional turmoil, and while their first consensual feeding had very much been something Shadow needed for strength, they could have come up with a better plan before he next wanted for sustenance.

But, without even really discussing it, they just… hadn’t. One week later, Vio had simply visited Shadow with a scandously bare neck and a reassuring thumbs-up. And so on.

Sometimes Vio imagines his past life colliding with his present. If he was to return to the knight’s quarters in Hyrule Castle with these bruises every week, it would definitely start some rumors, especially given his reputation as the most elusive bachelor among his peers.

Of course his reputation now is likely one of tragedy—a fallen knight murdered, or worse, kidnapped, by the evil vampire they all seek to eradicate. And if someone like Princess Zelda could see Vio now, with the marks on his neck and willingness to subject himself to Shadow in a way he himself doesn’t fully understand, she’d probably conclude that he is a brainwashed victim. Sometimes when even Shadow looks at Vio, it’s abundantly clear that his suspicions are about the same.

Vio wishes for a way to prove, definitively, that he is very much in control of what’s going on here. That the person in this arrangement with the most choice is him, and while he may be confused by some of the feelings the situation has created, he is happy to be in it. Happier than he’s been in most circumstances throughout his life, honestly.

 From childhood, Vio has been trained to serve as a knight under the Hyrulean royal family, selected solely based on appearance. It’s common knowledge among Hylians that a Legendary Hero is destined to protect the kingdom’s monarch, always resembling the short, blonde, and blue-eyed young man depicted in the castle’s stained-glass windows. In this generation’s case, four Hylian boys were chosen to fill that role, swearing to serve the equally young Princess Zelda.

Vio had only been eleven when he was pulled out of civilian life and thrust into serious training, adopting the full name “Violet” to modify the honorary title “Link” he’d been granted by the church. Even then he’d found it depersonalizing, but under the scrutiny of his parents, his rulers, and his new brothers in arms, he had accepted the call willingly.

A decade later, he can barely recall his name given at birth. In fact, if spoken aloud, it might legitimately count as blasphemy. He hesitates to share the details of his background to Shadow, all of his immense emotional baggage, even a few months into their cohabitation. It’s less pitiful, really, for him to simply be a knight by choice in the vampire’s eyes.

Because, fine: Vio cares what Shadow thinks of him. He really, really cares. It’s terrible and he hates it, and he has no idea how to stop.

It’s not the biting thing that does it for him, as much as Vio does enjoy the woozy aftermath. No, it’s the care Shadow shows him outside the context of bloodsucking: little things he says and does, observations he makes, and the calm satisfaction of silence between them. When they’re not bantering or discussing literature, they’re often doing their own things in a shared space. It may seem strange, in a castle with dozens of rooms, for the only two occupants to repeatedly end up in the same one—but strangeness, here, seems to be the norm.

Vio can’t name another person who has made him feel quite like Shadow does. Despite a relatively short time together, it just feels—and honestly, always has felt—like this is a person Vio is meant to find. It’s a kind of destiny beyond the church, beyond the Legendary Hero, beyond even Vio’s rational understanding. And that within itself is terrifying, because Vio prides himself on understanding everything he can.

Simply put, the way Shadow makes Vio feel defies rationalization. Vio is an adult person, not a child—but still, he finds himself thinking such ridiculous things as ‘it’s like we speak the same language,’ and ‘I want things to stay like this forever.’ Both notions are preposterous, and Vio fully acknowledges this. He doesn’t believe in soulmates, and finds the idea of having a ‘missing half’ insulting. He is complete on his own and always has been. Not that he’s had much of a choice in the matter, given his upbringing, but it’s what he knows.

Shadow surprises him, though. That’s the thing—the comfort he brings Vio is different from the usual comfort Vio normally feels, in controlled circumstances surrounded only by reflections of himself.

Shadow is not predictable, and feedings are basically his only routine activity. If Shadow was anyone else, Vio would hate these things about him. He’s resented the other knights for far less egregious offenses, any unexpected sentiments or disruptions to their training. But Shadow…

For some unknown reason, Vio actually likes when Shadow surprises him. Not always—but often, to the point that Vio eagerly anticipates the next strange, fascinating thing the other man will say. It’s much the same with his actions and interests, the hobbies he shares with Vio and the activites he prefers to do alone. It makes Vio want to share more of himself, and with Shadow’s encouragement, he happily does.

He never shares too much, though. Shadow can draw the blood from his veins, but he’ll never know what’s in his head.

It’s not perfect. This strange power Shadow holds over Vio goes both ways. When it’s good, it’s good—but  that sting of rejection from a failed interaction is equally intense. And it’s certainly not helped by Shadow’s tendency to speak less when Vio speaks more. Maybe it’s the fact that they fit together so well that makes these communicative barriers more obvious and distressing. And maybe, just maybe, Vio simply needs to get out of his own damn head.

But he still can’t help but worry, because six hours is a really long time for a bath.

Vio places down his book and surveys the library, a room that had made him literally jump for joy at first sight. If you checked out a dictionary from the greatest library in the world, and then searched for the word ‘library’ within it, that’s where you would find this library.

He remembers Shadow’s announcement earlier this morning, over Vio’s breakfast and his own empty plate. “I think I’ll try a bath,” he’d said, causing Vio to raise an eyebrow.

“Really? Why now?”

“It seems to help you relax.”

Vio had only narrowed his eyes. “I told you that months ago. Are you feeling more stressed than usual?”

Shadow had not answered, which was basically a ‘yes’ in Vio’s mind. Hours later, his spiral of self-doubt still spins.

He’s not so self-absorbed to believe himself the sole reason for Shadow’s stress—but what else has recently changed in the vampire’s life, besides his presence? On a functional level, Vio is many things to Shadow: food source, ally, witness to his lifestyle. But those are just the good things. Vio is also his natural enemy, a liability, uninvited company within his home. Hylia, there’s an entire rule about vampires needing an invitation to enter homes, all while Vio had just walked in!

No, Vio reminds himself, you did not just walk in. He attacked you and brought you back here, to make sure you survived and healed.

But you’ve overstayed your welcome. He healed you out of obligation—he didn’t want you sticking around. He drinks your blood because you offer it willingly, but he’d probably prefer hunting like before. You’re just desperate to be needed, wanted, understood. You’re the real drain here, and the stress is only going to make both of your lives worse.

He hates that he thinks like this, all these cruel things about himself on Shadow’s behalf. It isn’t fair to Shadow, to give him that much power, that much prominence in Vio’s life and mind. How much of this is truly about Shadow, and how much lies within Vio, an ever-present poison running through his veins?

Vio must never forget that he casts his own shadow. The more he is consumed, and thereby consumes, the more his poison spreads.

In some corner of his mind, he knows he’s being melodramatic. He knows that he’s incorrect, that his perspective is not reality, that he will sabotage himself if it goes unchecked. But he’s also frustrated, because he has these feelings, and he can’t just make them go away. He should be able to figure this out, or at least suppress the feelings entirely—it’s what he’s been doing for a decade, for Hylia’s sake!

For Hylia’s sake.

Is that all Shadow means to Vio? A symbol of rebellion against the Goddess and church? He is the most unholy thing that walks on two legs, and Vio knows the Goddess would not smile on their life together. Is that, more than Shadow himself, what Vio enjoys?

Perhaps that is the poison within him. Perhaps all his joy in Shadow’s presence is false, inseparable from his own resentment and spite. What other explanation could there possibly be?

This morning was the final straw, a sign that this arrangement between them simply is not feasible. And the more time Vio spends here, the deeper he gets, the more difficult it will be to eventually leave. Or to be left—Shadow could always kick him out. Or the Princess could finally make her move, bringing the knights to the castle, bursting the perfect bubble of domestic bliss they’ve been enjoying for the past several months.

How would they hold up in battle together, if they can’t even have a conversation over breakfast without Vio having a mild panic attack? It’s not usually like this—usually, he’s too distracted by the good time he’s having to think too hard about the bad times ahead—but it’s foolish for him to pretend any longer. And Vio may not have the strongest sense of identity, but he is certainly no fool. 

Vio will tell Shadow he’s leaving at once. He’ll pack a bag, grab a few weapons, a spare change of clothes, some first-aid supplies for the long trip home. Never mind that Hyrule Castle has never felt like home, while this place… again, never mind.

Six hours is a long time for a bath, and Vio can’t wait a minute longer. He walks to the master bathroom and knocks on the door.

No answer.

“Shadow,” Vio says sharply. “You’ve been in there for a while.”

Still nothing.

“Shadow?”

Vio can’t stop himself—he bursts through the door, hands over his eyes, hoping to hear a startled shriek or feel a splash of water.

Nothing.

Vio lowers his hand slowly to see a bath brimming with bubbles, the water colored charcoal and purple by the luxury products. At first he wonders if Shadow has somehow left the bath, but then he spots a tuft of purple hair, bobbing up and down.

“Shadow!” Vio shouts, rushing over to the side of the bath. He pulls the vampire up by the hair, lifting only his head up from the thick curtain of foam. Shadow’s eyes are closed and his skin is pale. He is most definitely not breathing.

“Hey,” Vio says, lifting Shadow slightly so his shoulders are revealed. He shakes him, to no success. “Shadow, hey!”

Vio’s mind races. Has he really drowned? Did he fall asleep? What kind of moron does that? Vio should have warned him, Shadow said he’d never taken a bath before—

“Uh… hello?”

Shadow’s eyes blink open and Vio finds tears in his own. He releases Shadow’s shoulders at once.

“Hi,” Vio says, still frozen at the tub’s edge. Shadow looks from Vio, to the bubbles obscuring his own body, and back to Vio.

“I fell asleep, didn’t I?”

Vio nods. “I thought you drowned. You weren’t breathing.”

The corner of Shadow’s mouth upturns slightly. “Vio… vampires don’t breathe.”

“Oh.”

“Sounds like someone hasn’t been doing their reading.”

Vio splashes Shadow, because he definitely doesn’t want him dead, but he still refuses to allow such a slanderous accusation.

“Hey!” Shadow exclaims, splashing back on cue, his smile now large and infectious. “Actually, wait, I like that shirt. No more splashing.”

Vio looks down at the loose peasant blouse. Pretty much everything he wears is technically Shadow’s—it’s not like he’d packed for the stay, and the shirt he’d been wearing during Shadow’s attack was shredded beyond repair.

“If you like the shirt,” Vio asks with a teasing lilt, “why’d you lend it to me?”

Shadow just shrugs, resting his forearms on the edge of the bath. He settles his chin on them, uncharacteristically relaxed, his eyes slightly lidded as he scans Vio up and down. “Looks nice on you. Makes you happy. And it’s purple.”

Vio frowns.  

“I’m sorry, was that inappropriate to say?”

“No! Hylia, no, not at all—”

“Because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I’m not even sure why I—”

“I was going to tell you I’m leaving.”  

Shadow blinks, and the relaxation is gone. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What?” Vio asks, creating more distance between himself and the tub.

“I’m sorry you want to leave. I must have… I must have done something wrong.”

“No,” Vio rushes to say, “it’s… it’s not you, it’s me.”

Shadow’s expression turns deadpan. “Vio, I might not get out much, but I’ve read enough books to know that phrase is always a lie.”

Vio’s fists ball up at his sides, and he so badly wants Shadow to understand. And maybe Shadow really does want to understand, but that’s only because he can’t see the poison Vio contains.

Maybe Shadow is part of the problem. Despite all of his feelings for Shadow, Vio doesn’t trust him to understand what’s in his head. But the thing is, Vio’s pretty sure that Shadow could be the kindest and gentlest person in the world, an excellent communicator and a lifetime friend, but still… it wouldn’t be enough to earn his trust. That unwillingness to trust—the real problem—truly is all Vio.

But if Vio knows he can’t let Shadow in, why has he stayed this long? Why has he researched his kind, helped him in times of need, treasured his physical and emotional company for months on end? He’s been foolish, ignoring the reality of their situation. The reality of who he is, and where he comes from, and the damage that’s been done to his mind and heart by circumstances outside his control.

Shadow makes it so easy to ignore what’s broken. Like a luxurious bath, or a soft animal, or a warm bowl of pumpkin soup.

But if Vio isn’t broken, he isn’t Vio at all.

He doesn’t want Shadow to change for him. He doesn’t want to drag him down.

And Vio, pathetic as he is, simply cannot allow himself to be changed. Even though he aches for it, even though Shadow makes him feel seen and known and maybe even loved, even though this might be his last chance to free himself from the Goddess’ chokehold that’s been suffocating his identity for a decade…

He may possess the Triforce of Courage, but Hylia, he is a coward.

“Is it because of the feedings?” Shadow asks, and he sounds hurt in a way Vio has never heard.

“No! Not at all. I don't mind that, I never have.”

“You must miss your friends, then. The other knights, the Princess.”

“Her? Definitely not. And the others... well, it's complicated, but that’s not why I—”

“There has to be a reason, Vio. I’m not going to force it out of you, or insist that you stay, but I don’t understand how you’ve made this decision so abruptly.”

You could insist I stay, Vio thinks, and he hates himself for it. What a pathetic, manipulative—

“What are you thinking?” Shadow interrupts, his hand emerging from the water to grip Vio’s arm. “You look like you’re in physical pain. You can leave, but please, make sure you’re well enough to survive the trip. The forest could be perilous, and the Princess will have questions. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Vio feels the tears in his eyes, and hates it. He feels his heartbeat, the lump in his throat, the way his breathing becomes shallow. It’s been years since he’s found himself in this place, so trapped and alone, even with Shadow just inches away.

“You’re not okay,” Shadow says, and glances towards the towel rack.

Ignore me, Vio thinks. Pretend you don’t see it—or even better, don’t notice at all.

And just this once, Vio wishes Shadow was like everyone else, either too distant to notice or preoccupied to care. Back in Castle Town he is just one among four, his own personality overshadowed by the legacy of the Legendary Hero, so much so that it’s been reduced to a single color. People see what they want to see—and Vio would fucking know, because he is people, and when he looks in the mirror all he wants to see is someone who’s okay.

And then there is Shadow: his dark, distorted reflection, so similar to him in nature, but completed removed from the world Vio knows. Removed from the royal family and their Legendary Hero. Shadow is living proof, in all his sullen morally conscious glory, that they are all so fucking wrong. It’s no wonder they want him dead.

“Vio,” Shadow says, now gripping both of his shoulders. “You need to stop thinking.”

Hylia, he can’t do this. He can’t just sit here and not say anything. Shadow needs to know it’s not his fault, there’s nothing he can do, it’s always just—

“Me!” Vio gasps, freeing himself from Shadow’s grasp.  “It’s me. I can’t be here and be normal about it. I am so freakishly happy here with you, and that terrifies me, because if this makes me happy, then it can also hurt me, and sometimes it does, because I have no idea what you’re thinking, and I’m constantly thinking too much, and it’s because of my shitty past that I’m like this and it’s because of your shitty past that you’re like that, and it’s not like that’s ever going to change, because people don’t change, not really, not in a way that matters. And you’re stressed too, that’s why you said you needed a bath! And I get it! I am stressful to be around! Especially since you hate drinking my blood, because I represent that part of you, the part that everyone sees as monstrous—but Shadow, I think it’s brilliant, and I can’t explain why, and I don’t think I ever could, so there really isn’t a point in trying. My point is, we need to safely end this before one or both of us gets stuck in an endless stress-loop for eternity, like for-fucking-ever eternity, because you’re a vampire and you live forever, and even if it’s totally great, even if it all works out, when I die it’ll be a whole thing for you to deal with, and that’s the best case scenario, and there are only so many bath products for me to use up before you completely run out so wouldn’t you rather just not?”

Shadow blinks.

For good measure, he blinks again.

“I don’t know, Vio,” he answers. “Would you rather just not?”

And there Shadow is again, saying the thing Vio least expects to hear. He can’t remember the last time that someone asked him, so plainly, what he wants. Not what he needs, or deserves, or sees as morally correct—what he wants.

“I want to stay,” Vio says quietly, slowly, softly. “I want this. I don’t know what this is, but I want it.”

Shadow nods. “I want you here, too. I would miss you very much if you were gone.”

“I just,” Vio sighs, looking down at his own hands. “It’s silly, but I can’t get it out of my head. I feel like… like I am poison. Like it’s not just in me, it’s inseparable from me. Melodramatic, I know, but—”

“Vio,” Shadow interrupts, and he seems genuinely shocked by the sentiment. “You are the opposite of poison.”

“What?”

Shadow considers his response for a moment, which feels to Vio more like an hour. He then gives him a small smile, settles back into the bubbles, and closes his eyes. He looks… relaxed. More relaxed than Vio’s ever seen him.

“I love this,” Shadow says, and it’s like the idea almost amuses him. “I thought I wouldn’t, but I do.”

Vio cocks his head. “The… the bath?”

“Yes,” Shadow nods, “the bath. Like I said before—I’ve never really had an occasion to use it. Didn’t want to clog the drain with entrails.”

“That’s graphic.”

“I’ll spare you the details. After all, it’s like you said: it doesn’t matter now. I’m not mauling forest creatures just to survive.”

“Yes, but that’s just—”

“And even if I was, you’d still be right,” Shadow continues, clearly pleased to cut off whatever self-loathing bullshit Vio was about to spew next. “I still would have loved this, and could have used it a very effective means of stress relief. It’s not like I didn’t wash the entrails off myself after my hunts—it’s more like, I probably wouldn’t have believed myself deserving of this kind of self-care. I acted like an animal, so I got hosed down like one.”

“That’s stupid,” Vio argues, his defense of Shadow as natural as breathing. “You’ve always deserved to feel comfortable.”

“You say that so easily,” Shadow counters, “but you refuse to offer yourself the same grace.”

“Because I know myself.”

“Don’t you think I know myself just as well?”

Vio crosses his arms, feeling like a petulant child. “Well, fine,” he grumbles, “but I’m not letting you think you’re alone.”

Shadow opens his eyes and turns to face him, seemingly satisfied with his case. “Those are not poisonous words, Vio. You are far too smart to play this dumb.”

And if it was anyone else calling him out, Vio would be done. He’d already be gone.

But it’s Shadow. And he’s right. So Vio stops thinking, stops talking, and decides to listen instead.

“I have been alive for a very long time,” Shadow says, deliberating each word before it leaves his mouth. “I have spent the majority of that time alone. I am acutely aware of the effect isolation has on a person. However, I also know that self-isolation is an entirely different beast. While there are many odds against me—the elimination of my people, the attitudes of the royal family and their subjects—there is no reason compelling enough to justify my loneliness. Loneliness is something I have chosen, for these many decades, and it has been to my overall detriment.

But then I came upon you, purely on accident. I brought you here but did not expect you to stay. You surprised me, Vio. From the moment you arrived, you’ve surprised me. And you make me feel like I am not alone. None of that has to do with your willingness to be fed upon. It’s just you.

You are not poison. You don’t symbolize anything. You are a person—a whole, complicated person—and you are allowed to feel. You are allowed to want. You are even allowed to fail, and be forgiven, and try again.”

I hope I’m allowed to cry, Vio thinks, because he absolutely is.

 It’s quiet, restrained—tears run down his cheeks, but he doesn’t sob. He tries to freeze up his face, his standard response to this nonsense, but under Shadow’s watchful eye he finds himself undone.

“Vio,” Shadow says gently, eyes returning to the towel rack on the wall. “I really want—I really want to comfort you, touch you if you’d allow it, help with anything you need… but I am currently in a compromised position.”

Vio sniffles and nods, getting to his feet. “Of course. I’ll go, so you can—”

“Thank you. And once I’m out, maybe we can discuss… what this is.”

Vio winces at his own words, but appreciates the sentiment. Shadow is offering to communicate, something he’s admitted can be difficult. It’s good. Shadow deserves to have a say in his presence within Vio’s mind.

“I’ll wait in the library,” Vio says, heading for the door. He turns back to the bath with a small grin. “Just don’t fall asleep again.”

Shadow puts up his hands. “Hey, the whole point was to relax! You should be glad it worked so well.”

“I prefer you alive, Shadow. Even if you’re already dead.”

Shadow winks—he winks!—and Vio wonders yet again what makes this kind of banter so easy between them. Probably not Hylia. Maybe there’s something in the water, like the bubbles. Maybe drinking Vio’s blood has made Shadow supernaturally attuned to his comedic stylings. Unlikely, but if so… talk about committing to the bite.  

Back in the library, Vio assumes his place in his favorite comfy chair. Shadow has gotten into the habit of perching on the armrest, sometimes even reading over Vio’s shoulder. Vio likes this closeness more than he’d like to admit, and would welcome more like it.

Maybe all he has to do is ask. And maybe Shadow will ignore the question, meet his affection with indifference, wear that inscrutable expression that torments Vio so relentlessly.

But maybe he won’t. And even if he turns Vio down, maybe he’ll do it kindly. Maybe he’ll tell Vio what he does want, which is something Vio’s longed to know for months. And if Shadow doesn’t know what he wants, well… they can be confused together. There are far more terrible fates than that.

And as for Princess Zelda, and her vendetta against the last living vampire in Hyrule?

She’ll have to do without her Legendary Hero. Or, at least, one-fourth of him. And if what she wants is a fight, Vio will oblige. And he’ll win. Him and Shadow, together, will win.

That is, if they’re forced to defend themselves. Vio has just assumed, these past few months, that Zelda would inevitably bring her forces to the castle, demanding Vio’s ‘freedom’ and Shadow’s defeat. She’d have the people of Hyrule behind her, not to mention the knights, and the Goddess herself.

But what if… what if Shadow and Vio went on the offensive first? They could start slow, even disguise themselves, traveling to smaller towns far from Hyrule Castle with armloads of vampiric lore. They could show the kingdom the truth about Shadow’s kind—their long history of coexisting and even loving Hylians, before the royal family turned everyone against them—and leave it to the people to decide which side they want to be on.

 Maybe people can change, if you let them. And maybe that change can matter.

It’s a good idea, Vio thinks. At least, it has potential.

He can’t wait to tell Shadow all about it.

Author's Note:

To be loved is to be changed… or something. Thanks for sticking with me through this one, I know it was a little more melodramatic than my typical fics. It’s been… a weird month. Still, I’m pretty happy with how it came out. Writing Vio and Shadow in this AU is interesting because they’re so different from their manga counterparts (for one, Shadow is WAY classier), but so many of their emotional beats are the same.

And thank you, as always, to @kaitopitoo and @othervio for creating this very inspiring AU. I hope nothing here conflicted too hard with your vision.

[immabwitherin]

Trying really hard not to self isolate until I feel better but doing that doesn't actually help. I need new bipolar meds or a higher dose of my current one.

Roomie surprised me with tickets for 2 NBA finals games this week, which will hopefully get me outta my sadness a bit. I'm taking what I can get in the feeling happy department

He's been saying things that make me realize he thinks of us in a much more serious way than I do... we aren't in a relationship, but he wants relationship things from me. Basically, housewife shit and I don't play house with nobody, so why would I be doing wifey shit for him? He doesn't understand that and maybe never will?

Thinking of getting off the nsfw side of tumblr, It feels like the more I open up, the more people demand from me, which makes me retreat. I'm not really an extrovert anymore, and people don't like that, lol. Or they expect me to be bubbly and chatty 24/7, and that's just not realistic for me. "Open up," "have fun with it," "talk more," and "say more." "Don't be so shy!"Send more pics." MAYBE IM BORED OF YOU, EVER THINK OF THAT? MAYBE YOURE NOT INTERESTING ENOUGH FOR ME TO EVEN BOTHER OPENING UP TO MAYBE MOST MEN ARE VERY SIMILAR AND BEING SEXUALIZED IN 200 DIFFERENT CONVERSATIONS GETS OLD VERY QUICKLY MAYBE ITS NOT REALLY WORTH MY TIME UNLESS IM BEING PAID. MAYBE IM SICK OF HAVIN THE SAME CONVERSATIONS EVERY DAY! but we never get there cuz it's all about what they want from me, so it's easier to just disengage and move on then to explain to endless men why I'm quiet and don't trust them enough to be vulnerable.

Which reminds me of that video of a guy asking women if they'd rather be trapped in the woods with a bear or a man and 9/10 said BEAR (I did as well the second I heard the question) and there are men responding to the video in disgust and of course proving our point.....how disengaged from reality do you have to beeeeeee.....they really don't get it. Only men who have been abused by another man seem to get it. Like, they even know they need to be scared of each other. Of course, we picked Bear. Do you even realize how many of us have been abused by a man, multiple times even. Get a grip.

Anyway, rant over. I'm sick of everyone.

[chxna-cheeseycake]

Hi I once again forgot my Tumblr existed how silly of me 😙 Anyways, I was briefly out of my Aphmau phase but as with most fandoms, the Aphmau phase truly never leaves you. So I'm back in this bitch again and feel like talking about Dante more because he's the only Aphmau character I care about anymore <3 Jk but also Dante is my everything so whateves.

Anyways so like I think about Dante and Gene's brother relationship a normal amount (wrong) and it just like??? Bothers me that we didn't get a more complicated relationship between them in Mystreet like we did in MCD. And maybe I'm just a slut for angst but I loved the brotherly angst between them. Also Gene's a big bitch and I firmly don't believe he should've gotten a redemption arc in Mystreet. Or at the very least it should've been done better cuz how are these people just okay with Gene so quickly after all that shit he did in highschool :/ Keep in mind I haven't finished watching Phoenix Drop High yet cuz I'm a lazy hoe but I still have a good idea about the stuff he's done to people as a Shadow Knight. Honestly, Zane and Aaron have a right to not like him and watching S3 of Mystreet I didn't really appreciate how they made Zane and Aaron out to be kinda bad just cuz they didn't want to besties with Gene like Aphmau. I don't know if that's actually what they were trying to go for but it just gave they kinda vibe off to me and I don't like it oof. This is like one of the few times I think I can see myself defending Aaron's ass cuz like shit I wouldn't forgive Gene that quick either regardless of how genuine his apology is. Cuz I know from personal experience that it's hard to just forgive someone after the shit they put you through :/

And also like, I think it's really stupid how Dante just doesn't know about the stuff that Gene did back in highschool. And I blame that on the fact that Mystreet as a series has a bad habit of dumbing down the MCD characters for no good reason. Garroth is a supreme example of this with his MS and MCD counterparts being almost unrecognizable from one another. It just really boggles me how Dante could just not have an inkling of what's going on especially when his own friends were being targeted by Gene and his wannabe mean girl posse. It's a fucking stupid writing decision in my opinion and only further proves how dirty they did Dante's character in Mystreet. God I might be taking this a little too seriously but as a Dante lover I can't help myself. I will be a hardcore Dante defender even in death broskis.

Now honestly here's what I personally would have done to really reflect the complex and strained brother relationship that Gene and Dante have in MCD into Mystreet. Gene is still a big bitch in highschool to everyone but Dante actually knows about this. He's not dumb to the fact that his older brother is pretty much part of a gang. And that's because Gene doesn't treat Dante the good at all either. Yet Gene would have the audacity to say and act like he's such a great big brother in front of other people cuz he's a dickhole like that. But Dante keeps claiming that Gene's a good brother and says he looks up to Gene anyways. Why would he even do that though? Because Dante could either just be saying that to stay on Gene's good side or he just genuinely thinks that Gene isn't hurting him at the very least because Gene is his big bro and big bros would never do anything to hurt their little bros, right? I mean just imagine for years that Dante knows Gene isn't a good person but is led to believe that at least Gene wouldn't be mean to him. Imagine Gene graduates from highschool and moves out of the house and Dante still is able to think highly of Gene. Imagine one day, Dante actually has a crisis regarding Gene caused unintentionally by his friends who thought that Dante didn't know about what Gene was doing as a Shadow Knight. They realize that's not the true issue at hand here and feel awful once they come to the truth faster than Dante himself. Imagine Dante having a hard time being convinced that Gene was treating him horribly because Dante doesn't want to believe that such a thing happened to him because then that would just be too much for him to process and accept. And then imagine the brothers seeing each other in S2 after not talking for years as at that point Dante understood that what Gene did to him wasn't right.

That's the type of conflict that I think Mystreet would've benefited from. And it would bring so much more depth to Dante and Gene because again, they were done dirty in Mystreet and I will always die mad about how their interesting and complicated dynamic was stolen from them in Mystreet. I have like so many other ideas like this not just for Dante and Gene but for the entirety of Mystreet as a whole. I literally have a whole Google Doc detailing so much shit I would rewrite to make Mystreet a better series which goes to show how stupidly passionate I am about this damn Minecraft roleplay from my childhood 💀 Anyways, that stuff in my Google Doc can be for another time cuz I don't feel like typing anything else right now lol.

[stuffedsand]

Wahey milgram oc time my silly guya

013 - Shiratori Masaki

My boy

- 20

- prisoner number 013 (I slapped them into base milgram cuz I don't wanna make a whole new cast)

- to quote my own character notes: cringefail specimen of a man.

-- fun name thing! His first name means "true, hope" hehe

UNDERCOVER

"Under, oh so aware of all that you say

This makes me sick, so please, go away"

Votes (fabricated lmao)

T1 - INNOCENT

T2 - GUILTY

Songs of Prisoners

+T1 – what…what are you talking about?

+T2 – no…you-you’re lying!

Voice trailer (t1)

Oh uh… Shiratori Masaki, that's my name. 20, uni student. Uhh what else … oh, sorry if I forget anything, i, ah, my memory has never been any good

If I'm being honest…I don't know what the hell you're talking about! No one around me has died recently. At least…not as far as I can recall…

*Takai? Takai! Wake up! This isn't funny..!*

Voice trailer (t2)

Hi, Es-kun, how have you been? Ah, Shiratori Masaki. You didn't forget our deal, right?

*Shut up! I don't want to listen to you and your stupid problems anymore!*

Personality

-- a timid yet stubborn man. It is very difficult to change his opinions on things. Polite, but very quick to turn defensive if blame is turned on him.

He can be a prick at times.

Extra notes

-- a man with really bad memory loss. During T1 interro, he makes a deal that he'll take MILGRAM seriously if Es can tell him who his victim is. And he has to believe it

-- not mentioned but his memory loss is a trauma response. Dead bodies are traumatic I don't think that's a contraversial take

-- the indirect murderer of the pair

Full body:

Please note -- his ugly fucking shoes were not an accident he has a horrible fashion sense

014 - Akabane Kazuko

The She

-23

-prisoner number 014

-based off one of my multifandom ocs (and my favourite of the 2)

--fun name thing! Her name means "gentle/kind/harmonious child". 子 is also(apparantly) male specific. I have fun reasons for that

UNDERCOVER

(pardon the artstyle change this was done on my tablet instead of my computer and was. Rushed💀)

Under, I don't care if I'm in the right or wrong

Songs of prisoners

Full of malice, we will waltz to our doom

Votes (edit)

T1 - guilty

T2 - (?)

+t1 – let's get on with it, shall we?

+T2 – ...you're not very good at this.

T1 – voice trailer

Hello. I am Akabane Kazuko. 24. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Warden.

I am interested in how all this will play out. But nothing will really change the impact of our actions. Remember that, Warden

* My final act… will take your breath away! *

T2 – voice trailer

Good day, Warden. Kazuko, you remember, yes? Seems your choices have caused quite the ruckus.

* You…You know what you've done! I'll make you pay for it!*

Personality

-- a calm and gentle woman. A showman at heart, she is elegant and loves performing magic tricks.

-- some are unsettled by her, but she does her best to be kind and friendly to those she speaks to

Extra notes:

-- Magician coded :)

-- because I can fabricate fan theories, es assumed they killed 2 people in trial one. They have only killed one.

-- the direct murderer of the pair

Full body: (outdated a lil, I changed her vibe. Design still stands)

Please note -- bowling alley socks

Interro qns (please give me some interro questions tho I'm very bad at thinking any up)

Also note: interros are formatted as

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Question

Kazuko

Masaki

--

Cuz I wrote this when I labelled Kazuko as 001 and Masaki as 002. I'm changing it to reflect their new numbers but editing on Tumblr mobile sucks so I'm not changing the order </3

Q)Tell us your family structure

014 — mother, self, brother,

...it's just me now

013 — parents, me and my twin, Shiratori Takai.

Q)Is there people you hate?

014 — hypocrites.

Don't become one, warden

013 — people who always depend on you

Q)Which prisoner is the most similar to you?

014 – yuzuriha kotoko.

013 – hm...

Probably kayano. He looks like he doesn't know why he's here, too

Q)What was your murder weapon?

014 — what a bold question

It was a bottle.

013 — haha, I'll humour you for this one

Hmmmm...... My words, maybe? I've been told i have quite a sharp tongue

Q)What was your family like?

014 — kind, resilient. They were wonderful. I

loved them

013 — they're ok.

Which prisoner do you get along with the least?

014 — mr mukuhara. Nothing against him, he just reminds me of someone.

013 — …Kusunoki. No reason, but I do wish she'd stop trying to talk to me. It's annoying.

Q)How has your experience been within MILGRAM ?

014 — quite good, considering we're all in here for murder.

013 — uh… good? I still don't believe you saying we're all murderers.

Q)Do you have regrets?

014 — yes. I should have done something sooner

013 — no? I did argue with my brother recently, but it was nothing, really. I'll apologize and everything will be fine

Q)Is there a verdict you hope for?

014) all I hope for is your honest judgement. I want to see how you choose to judge

013) Well, since I don't think I've done anything… I'd hope to be forgiven, of course.

Who was your victim to you?

014) nothing.

013) eh? Warden, I don't know. We made a deal remember? You tell me!

What is your father like?

014) i dont consider him my father.

013) uh…he’s my dad. What more do you want me to say, really...

What do you think of the prisoner paired with you?

014) Shiratori? Not much opinion. I do wonder what he's done to be here, though.

013) Ms Kazuko..? Shes intimidating, if I'm being honest. Not scary, just...intimidating

[eliza-writes-stuff]

Can you claudeger for the 100 otp questions thing please?

hey!! thank you for requesting for this! not the first time i received this, but i don't have a lot of time to answer all 100 questions. sorry. i decided to do the first 20. but maybe next time you can ask for another specific number line or the other 20!! :D

i hope you enjoy this under this cut cuz this is kinda long sdfsdkj

Who loves flower crowns more?

 This is such a 2015 tumblr question. dfghjk but yeah Imma just say Albert

Who is the one who likes to cuddle?

 Both are touchstarved bitches. But most likely Albert.

Who has awful taste in music?

 Albert lmao

Who is the meme lover?

Both of them are not hip with the kids if you know what I mean sdghjk well since Taylor likes to send some to albert and confuse him.

Ofc Albert will use them incorrectly dfgjj

How did their second date go?

Their second date was going to a bar that Claude went to. It was pretty chill and both of them were open with each other now. Yes they kiss lol

How many children do they want/have?

One is enough lol

Who hides the weapons? 

Claude

Who is the better dancer?

Albert

Do/Did they have a theme wedding?

Uhhh god it would be funny if its sea theme. Albert would and Claude would go along with it as long it’’s not big lol

Maybe at the aquarium

What do their parents think of them dating?

Their parents aren't alive anymore lol I guess their closest friends counts as a family. Vanora will deffo find it strange that Claude is dating Albert Krueger. But supports him anyways.

Are they a super sappy couple?

Yes. They don’t look like one when they’re outside. But inside of their own home. They are so sappy, it makes you have a toothache

How did they get together?

Ok so. Imagine you’re Claude, just hanging out with the guy who previously killed people during his work. That should make you scared, but now you’re into him? Man, you’re so fucked.

Both of you are on the docks, talking about feelings. As Claude, you can’t help, but stare at Albert. He’s talking about the environment again. You wonder if you can shut him up with something. Something intimate

:D 

And then they talk about what happened and kiss again IM SORRUY

Who asked the other to get married?

Haha Albert

Who stays up too late and makes stupid jokes?

Albert. Save his sleep deprived ass.

Who is the nerd?

Albert

Who knows the most obscure facts?

Chat, it’s Albert. He has a PHD in marine biology. He’s the reason for my research in FISH-

Who makes the other a flower crown?

Why is this question here instead of next to the-whatever. Albert ig 

Who likes to read?

Both…

Who bothers the other person while the other person reads?

Albert lol

Who tutors the other? 

Chat, it's Albert again. Claude knows how the pollution works.

[skoati]

My friends told me I need to start posting my fic ideas to Tumblr because I simply do not have enough time to write them all myself so here it goes(tho I may actually write out a proper fic if I get enough people telling me I should).

Warning for suggestive themes

Vampire AU Mint Milkshake(nyo america x england)

First scenario is that Amelia is a college student looking for a sugar daddy. She runs into Arthur who is decked out like someone stuck in Victorian Era England and she's like score!

She just thinks he's an eccentric old money type millionaire and is. Completely oblivious to the fact that he's a vampire. Like she can be smacked in the face with it but she refuses to notice. At some point he probably gets frustrated and TRIES to get her to notice but nada.

She gets disappointed when he gives her old Victorian antiques and valuables instead of the latest iPhone(womp womp) but at this point she's intrigued enough by him not to leave so easily

Arthur would put her on a "healthy" diet so he doesn't have to eat her fast food infested blood. He even tries to cook for her but since he is a vampire that doesn't eat human food anymore and probably hasn't cooked in 200 years, it turns out terrible. (She eats it anyway)

She keeps waking up all woozy and confused in random places like a Denny's parking lot after being at his place with no recollection of what happened right before. Amelia sees nothing wrong with this tho she just keeps coming back like heyyy ^u^

Arthur's the one tryna practically get rid of her but also gets attached. Maybe one week she doesn't show up for whatever reason so Arthur comes to her house like what's going on and she invites him in. She wakes up tucked in with a bruise on her neck or wrist or wherever and only realizes later that 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴. But Amelia being Amelia is not that alarmed by this.

I think the comedic potential is extraordinary. He's like why do you have so many bug traps hanging all over your house and she's like:

"Oh I think there's like, mosquitos in my room or something. I haven't seen them but I keep waking up with these weird bites on my neck! They're like super deep too. The mosquitos must be huge!" , unintentionally giving Arthur a complex about his teeth. He's muttering to himself like "my teeth are small but not 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 small"

Not sure how the situation gets resolved. I imagine she only actually sees that he's a vampire right before their first sexytimes cuz I headcanon vampires can't get a boner without fresh blood. And shes finally like ohhhh. But anywayyyy

Scenario 2: Amelia is the vampire.

Amelia and Arthur went to highschool together in the 2000's, but she disappeared senior year and everyone thought she got kidnapped. She was never found and it's still an unsolved case. It was a big deal because she was the cheer captain and one of the most popular girls in school but over the years it mostly got forgotten.

Fast forward to Arthur in his 30's waiting at a bus stop or smth being a grumpy adult coming home from work or whatever and he looks to his left and does a double take because he sees 𝘩𝘦𝘳. And she hasn't aged a day.

Amelia's like do I know u? And he's like I know 𝘺𝘰𝘶 and things go from there. He takes her home and is kind of freaking out internally. They never really talked much in highschool cuz he was a nerd(maybe he worked for the school newspaper) and just in separate cliques in general but he had a huge crush on her.

Anyways one thing leads to another and he lives out his highschool fantasies of fugging her and lets her live at his house and feed on him. I like this idea for the Schrodinger's age gap.

That's it for now. Lemme know what u guys think ^_^