#obsessed with dead wife aesthetic

[crypticmessengergoblin]

gonna get some lowkey miraculous merch 😌

[burningvelvet]

being a romantic era poet: a quick how-to guide

walk around in nature contemplating Things. start hiking, swimming, sailing, rowing, shooting, riding, etc. for inspiration

be obsessed with the french revolution and related enlightenment-era figures like rousseau, voltaire, mary wollstonecraft, and madame de staël. be more disappointed by napoleon bonaparte than you are by your own father. 

speaking of fathers, your parents and most of your other relatives are all either dying or dead or emotionally abusive. if you have any siblings (full, half, step, or adopted) who DIDN'T die tragically already, then you may choose to be close to them. you also may end up being much TOO close to them. various circumstances may also ban you from seeing them. 

be at least slightly touched by madness and/or some other severe illness(es) including but not limited to: consumption, horrors, syphilis, deformities, lameness, terrors, piles, boils, pox, allergies, coughing, sleep abnormalities, gonorrhea, etc. — for which you must take frequent bed rest and copious amounts of Laudanum (opium derivation)

consider foregoing meat and adopting a vegetable diet instead to purify the spirits. you may also abstain from alcohol for the same reasons. alternatively, you may attempt the veggie diet, end up rejecting it, and becoming a rampant alcoholic instead. in romanticism there is no healthy medium between abstinence and excess.

reject, or at least heavily criticize, christianity. refuse to get married in a church and consider becoming a fervent champion of atheism. alternatively, you may embrace catholicism, but only on an aesthetic basis. eastern religions and minority religions are also acceptable, only because they piss off the christians. 

if you’re not a self-hating member of the aristocracy and instead have to work for a living, do something that allows you to benefit society, be creative, and/or contemplate life. viable options include, but are not limited to: apothecarist, doctor, teacher, preacher, lawyer, farmer, printmaker, publisher, editor. there is also the possibility of earning a few coins from your art. if you were cursed to be born a She, no worries. we believe in equality. you may choose from these occupations: wife, nanny, housekeeper, spinster, amanuensis (copy writer for a man), lady’s companion, divorced wife, singer/actress/escort, widow, regular escort, tutor, or housewife. 

speaking of sexist institutions, try rejecting marriage entirely. Declare your eternal devotion to your lover by having sex with them on your mother’s grave instead.

if you do get married — elope, and only let it be for necessary financial reasons, or to try and save a teenage girl from her controlling family, or out of true love with someone you view as your intellectual equal, or because your life is so racked with scandals and debt that you can only clear your name by matrimony to a wealthy religious woman as your last resort before fleeing the country.

After marriage, quickly assert your belief in the powers of free love and bisexuality by taking extramarital lovers and suggesting your spouse follow suit. If they cannot keep up with your intellectual escapades then consider leaving them. Later on, propose a platonic friendship with them following the separation, or beg them for reconciliation.

If your marriage is happy, try moving in with another bohemian couple to shake things up. Alternatively, you may die before the wedding for dramatic effect.

If you beget children (whether in or out of marriage, makes no matter), do society a favor by choosing to raise them with your beliefs. Consider adopting orphan children, or even non-orphan children. If their parents are poor enough they probably won’t mind. Try kidnapp— I mean adopting — children off the side of the road if you can. 

DIE but do it creatively. ideally young. ideas: prophecy your own death, lead an army into war and then die right before your first battle and on your deathbed curse everyone and demand to see a witch, write a will leaving money to your mistresses or some random young man you have an unrequited romantic obsession with, carry a copy of your dead friend's poetry and read it right before you drown so that your washed up corpse can only be identified by his book in your pocket, die while staring at your lover's shriveled up heart that you keep wrapped up in a copy of his own poetry and then be buried with it, die of the poet's illness (consumption) while your artist friend draws you and then be buried with your lover's writing, get mysteriously poisoned (by yourself) after a series of scandals and accidents and then have your family announce that you were killed by god, die from romanticizing poverty or receiving bad reviews from literary critics, die from walking or horseback riding in the cold and the rain while poeticizing, etc.

[yandere-wishes]

Who are your fav authors on here, why and what are your fav fics from them?

Anon, I don't think you're aware of the beast you've just unleashed!

So strap in cause this is going to be long.

Right off the bat, we have, @thefudge. I'm trying so hard not to sound like a deranged fangirl right now. But trust me when I say that I am OBSESSED with every single thing they write! I have read their fics SO SO many times and It's impossible to pick a single favorite one. So here are my top 5

Waiting for the barbarians

Within you is everything I am

I won't be these clothes I burn

His little dead wife 

god complex

Honestly, guys go check out their work they have so many stories spanning countless fandoms. They're literally the ones that got me into Star Wars in the first place! @thefudge I SWEAR I'm not a crazy fangirl, I just really love your writing and works!!

@yandere-romanticaa goes without saying, I've been a HUGE fan of Ana's since literally forever. She was actually one of the Yandere blogs that inspired me to start writing on Tumblr. Again I can't pick just one of her works I love so here's a top 5 list

Wanna Be yours 

Yandere! William Moriarty 

Yandere! Miguel O'hara

Yandere! Nikolai #1 and #2

Yandere! Dazai comparisons

She writes for so many fandoms and updates very frequently. She's also such an amazing and fun person so hearing her stories is always a treat!! Love you lots bestie!!

@fragileheartbeats is another amazing author I love her frigid aesthetic and how it adds a layer of etherealness to all her stories. Her scenarios are magical and written in such a way they evoke such sweet feelings. Honestly reading her stories makes me feel like I'm wrapped in a blanket with hot chocolate watching as the snow silently falls outside. 

Cute little things that melt their hearts (jjk) 

White Swan (jjk) 

How it feels to be loved by them (jjk) 

First kiss (jjk) 

When they become dads (jjk) 

These five are my TOP FAV works from her they're honestly so well-written and utterly adorable!! Guys I'm not kidding go follow her, she is literally my wify!!

@irresistible-revolution

I'm new to their work. BUT "A Coffin Made of Glass" is so beautifully written. It's dead dove yet so utterly bewitching. It takes place in the space between famous Star Wars scenes and gives a more in-depth view of the character's actions and sentiments. 

@spacexseven, omg where do I even begin? Okay, so they just have such a natural way with words. Their stories flow SO smoothly it's honestly astonishing! They've written two Childe fics, "Broken Vows" and "Mandatory Obligations" that I'm wholly obsessed with. The dialogue they write also feels so natural and forthcoming, it's absolutely enticing!!

@rrairey another author whose work I've recently gotten into!! If you're a Sukuna fan then her blog is the place to go. 

Love

Sukuna vs Plushie (a literal BANGER!!)

Gojo vs Plushie

Trust

Bracelet

Seriously, go check out her work!! The way she writes dialogue between the characters and the reader is so utterly perfect. It makes you feel as if you are right there saying those exact words. The scenarios (although) fictional feel so real thanks to her wonderful writing style. 

@dear-yandere needs no introduction, she's a staple in the yandere community. Her stories always blend love and creepiness to a perfect extent. Can I take a moment to just appreciate how poetic and GORGEOUS all her stories are?? Like seriously!! "Almost god" is my favorite fanfic of ALL TIME!! And don't even get me started on "Cry for Me"!! 

This turned out long I don't think anyone was expecting an essay. To be honest I consume more fanfics than published books nowadays so I guess it's a given to have such a long list. 

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: 𝙳𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚐ä𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 [2]

Pairing: Dark!Ransom x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Summary: Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why.

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Stalking, Kidnapping, Basement-wife, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Breeding kink, Smut, Dead Dove: Do not eat!

A/N: i’m fairly sure i’ve created two men made up entirely of red flags. Please mind the warnings, this work is dark.

previous chapter

The dry, arid heat that awaits you outside of the airport is a welcome change from the muggy Boston summer. Your phone vibrates insistently in your pocket as all of the notifications you’d missed come pouring in. Texts from your sister, pictures and videos of her excitedly documenting her landing and taxi journey to the cliffside resort. 

 You laugh a little as you scroll through them—she’s wasted no time getting comfortable. Her latest text appears at the top of your screen with a ping.

 Nathalie: yooooo where are you? this place is crazy! 

 We just landed, I think Ransom’s getting the car now. Is it nice?

 Nathalie: insane. it’s like all these cute little cabanas, and there’s like four pools, a tennis court, omg. you’re going to love it. i can’t believe it. 

 The pictures certainly seem to make you want to agree—from the looks of it, it seems like Lloyd’s gone all out. A hand settles onto your shoulder, and you look up from an aesthetic picture of Nathalie’s manicured toes in the sand. Ransom’s thumb rubs soothing circles against your shoulder through the fabric of your t-shirt. 

 “You ready? I think they’re pulling the car around now.” If it had been left up to you, you probably would have selected something a little more practical and inexpensive, but the Bentley that rolls to a stop at the curb in front of you is anything but. Ransom grabs the keys from the valet, and motions for you to hand him your suitcase.

 “Is-is Lloyd not coming?” You cast a glance over your shoulder, searching the crowd for Lloyd. You don’t see him—in fact, now that you think about it, you haven’t seen him since the baggage claim. 

 “He’s got his own ride. You know him, everything with a side of business.”It’s kind of a relief, having him gone. Being able to lower the protective walls you raise to shield yourself from Lloyd’s… Lloyd. You slide into the passenger seat and buckle in, and Ransom push starts the Bentley. 

 “Can you do the gps?” He asks, and you oblige, pulling up the address from the chat logs between you and Lloyd. You can’t help but grimace as you read them. There’s nothing overtly wrong per-se, but his texts feel a little… over familiar, the same way it does when he speaks to you.

 Lloyd: Here’s all the ticket information. I trust you two know how to have a good time. 😉

 Lloyd: Held up, are we? My brother’s always been the impatient one. 

 All of his messages border on inappropriate, at least, in your opinion. Perhaps it’s because he’s his twin, but Ransom steadfastly ignores their rather promiscuous nature. You scroll through until you reach the link to the reservation, pulling it up in your maps app. 

 “It says it’s like five hours from here.” You set the phone up in the little holder, positioning it so Ransom can see it. He blows out a frustrated breath.

 “Five hours? Jesus, Lloyd,” he mutters, shaking his head. You laugh. 

 “I think it’ll be fun,” you say, elbowing your husband. “It’s like we get our own little miniature road trip before the reunion happens and everyone gets here, right? Just us.” He looks at you before shaking his head, a small laugh erupting from between his lips.

 “You and the goddamn silver lining,” he says, chuckling. 

 The summer sun beats down on the windswept landscape, the low bushes all vibrantly green as they fly by the window. It feels good, just the two of you. Well, three, technically. It reminds you of when you’d just started dating Ransom. Back when he’d only just started to feel safe showing you something other than the frat-boy facade. He reaches over to rest his hand on your belly. You aren’t showing yet, but the gesture still feels comforting. 

 You feel truly loved in this moment. Hopeful contentedness isn’t a feeling you are familiar with, and you bask in it as the two of you trade increasingly obscure inside jokes about things you’re sure no one but the man sitting in the car with you would understand. The hours pass so quickly that by the time the two of you arrive, starving, in the small city about thirty minutes from the resort, you’re almost shocked to be there. 

 Ransom pulls into an open spot after going around a few times, and the two of you exit the vehicle, stretching. The classic architecture on the faces of the buildings makes your inner art historian jump for joy. You don’t do much with the degree now, and it makes you feel a little less wasteful to rattle off facts to Ransom at light-speed. He does you the courtesy of at least appearing to be interested, even if he’s not. You don’t have to work, not really. After your internship with the museum had come to an end at graduation, slowly, doing things with Ransom—and inevitably Lloyd—had begun to take up much of your time. 

 There was always an event to go to, a celebration to be had, a trip to take. In fact, the only thing that had seemed to slow the two of you down at all was the positive test taped proudly in the baby book Ransom was already starting with you. You’re honestly a little grateful for the opportunity to take it easy, even if you don’t exactly voice that to Ransom, and perhaps take the space to figure out just what you want your future to look like. 

 After stopping at one of the carts, the two of you sit on the lip of the aged fountain at the center of the square. Ransom trades you a bite of his gyro for your falafel, and he brushes stray crumbs from your lips as he takes it back. You can’t help but smile up at him.

 This is perfect.

 You know it’s silly to think of fairytales and princes at your age, but you can’t help but feel swept off your feet. You don’t know that you’ve ever stopped feeling that way with Ransom. That new love tingle hasn’t gone away, not after two years of dating, and now almost two full years of marriage. 

 “Tell me about this fountain, brainiac,” he teases, grinning playfully down at you when you scowl. “Since you know everything.”

 “I do not,” you insist, rolling your eyes, even though you’re already smiling good naturedly. “But, I mean, at first glance, you know, it’s old.” You run your hand almost reverently along the stone. “There used to be more of them, you can tell if you look at the way the tiling’s messed up.” You point to different spots around the square where the mosaic tiles don’t quite match up, patches looking newer than the rest. 

 “I’m glad one of us was paying attention during those lectures.” 

 “Why were you even in Brown’s class if you’re that bored by art history?” You tease, and Ransom fixes you with a soft smile.

 “How else would I have met you?” 

 You finish your food and reluctantly head back to the car. You know that it’s just a matter of time before the little bubble that’s formed around the two of you is burst by the presence of other people, and you find yourself feeling a little resentful of Lloyd and your sister before you attempt to brush it off. Still, you’re a little pouty by the time you get back to the car, enough that Ransom notices. 

 “Hey, what’s wrong? I thought you were having a great day?” He asks. You sigh as you start back up the gps, shrugging. He rolls his eyes at your silence. “Come on.” 

 “It’s stupid.” 

 “That’s never stopped you before,” he teases, grinning when you scowl at him. 

 “I just, you know. I don’t… want it to be over yet.” You say, shaking your head at yourself. “It’s been nice. Just the two of us.” Absently, you pick at a loose thread near the seam of your leggings. “I guess    I’m just feeling a little… selfish.” It makes you feel childish to admit. It doesn’t help that Ransom flashes you a cheshire grin at your confession. 

 “Oh baby. You want me all to yourself?” He asks, running his tongue along his lips suggestively. His fingers dance up your leg, and he kneads the softness of your thigh with one large hand. 

 “What, the plane wasn’t enough?” You ask, a smirk of your own forming on your lips as he rolls his eyes. 

 “What? No,” he scoffs. “You know it’s not enough unless I get to stretch you open on my cock, sweetheart.” His casually delivered words send a hot pulse through your core even as your face heats. Ransom’s thumb rubs ever smaller circles into your skin through the leggings as he makes his way toward the apex of your thighs.

 You whine low in your throat, glancing out of the windows at the lonely road winding its way through the cliffside. Ransom swerves over onto the shoulder of the road, kicking up a cloud of dust from under the wheels as he does so. 

 “Ran, someone’ll—”

 “No one’s gonna see,” Ransom says, unbuckling his seatbelt. He reaches for you over the middle console, and after waffling for a moment, you clamor over it, settling yourself onto his lap. He grasps your chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding you steady as he meets your lips with his own. It’s different from the desperate, hungry way he’d kissed you on the plane—you’re not sure how to describe it. Slow, deliberate—possessive. That’s what it is. Ransom kisses you like he owns you. Like he can afford to take his time because he already has you—why rush?

 It makes your cunt swell and twitch around nothing as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, your fingers twining in his linen shirt. He smells so good, you can’t help but scrape your teeth against his skin as you trail light, teasing kisses down the side of his throat. Ransom chuckles low in his throat before his hands sink into your hair, tugging your head to the side as he does the same to you, sucking hard enough to bruise. 

 He slides his hands underneath your t-shirt, and he tugs down the cups of your bra, your breasts spilling over the bunched fabric. Ransom rolls your swelling nipples between his fingers, a low hum of appreciation vibrating in his chest. Your breath catches in your throat as his mouth closes around your nipple, flicking it with his tongue before trapping it between his teeth. 

 “Fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters, his hands falling to your hips. He squeezes them almost reverently before he cups the cheeks of your ass in his hands. “Like you were goddamn made for me.” The brazen hunger in his words makes you shudder. Ransom holds you still as he bucks up, grinding his half hard cock into the warmth between your thighs. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, worrying it as he guides you slowly back and forth over his cock. 

 You reach between your bodies, fumbling with the button on his jeans. It comes open after a few tries, and you shove your hand through the hole. A growled curse falls from his lips as you wrap your hand around his cock. He’s thick, the veins throbbing under your fingers as you stroke him. You draw your thumb across the thick, wet head of him, and he groans. He thrusts softly into your palm, his breath puffing across your cheek.

 “Tease,” he rasps, his fingers tangling in your hair again as he forces your mouth down to his. His other hand bunches in the waistband of your leggings, dragging them down to your knees. You yelp as his palm cracks across the cheek of your ass. He kneads the sore flesh before delivering a second slap. You press your face into the crook of Ransom’s neck, a shuddering breath escaping your lips as he spreads your cheeks lewdly, his fingers sliding through the sticky wetness gathered there. 

 Ransom grabs your hand, tugging it away so that he can reposition himself at your entrance. You’d cum on the plane, but something about doing it on your husband’s cock was especially satisfying—and Ransom knew it too. You suck a sharp breath into your lungs as he begins to press your hips downward.

 It’s delicious, the stretch of him filling you inch by inch until it feels like you can’t fit any more—and then you’re seated on his lap again, your leggings rucked up and stretched so far you can hear a few of the elastic threads snapping. Ransom hums low in his throat, and gives a few short thrusts upward, and your eyes roll. 

 “God, Ransom—” He lifts you up before slamming you back down to the base. 

 “Feels good, doesn’t it, Sweetheart?” He coos, and you tighten around him at the praise. “Feels right.” He grinds his hips upward, forcing his cock even further into you. It does, it feels so good you can’t help but stare back at him, wide eyed as you nod desperately. 

 Despite your surroundings, Ransom takes his time. He thrusts up into you with languid, heavy strokes, seating himself firmly in your cunt with curses and deep satisfied moans. 

 “Fucking love how you feel inside,” he says through gritted teeth as his cock forces you open. “Like velvet.” Your head is spinning, your fingers digging into his shoulders as Ransom pushes you closer and closer. You whimper as he continues to egg you on in that teasing drawl. 

“S’my fucking cunt, isn’t she?” You couldn’t help but nod dumbly. “Say it, Sweetheart. Say she’s mine, my pussy.” 

 “T-this is your pussy, Ransom,” the words come out in a pathetic little sob as you grind against him. “Yours!”

 Your agreement seems to unlock something feral in him, and he drives into you with forceful intensity. You bury your face in his collar, gasping. It’s all you can do as he fucks into you with abandon, the car rocking with his efforts. You’re not thinking about that, though, not when every time he sinks the thick, heavy weight of his cock into you, stars explode behind your closed eyelids. He slams into you with a growl, his fingers digging into your hips. 

 “You should cum, Sweetheart,” he says lowly through his clenched teeth. “Wanna feel you fucking milk my cock.” You do, whining as you convulse in his arms. He groans, fucking up into you as you twitch around him. “That’s it,” Ransom throws his head back against the headrest. “That’s what I fucking need.” He thrusts in to the hilt, the head of his cock pressing tightly your cervix as he cums. You can feel every thick pulse as sticky warmth fills you. 

 Ransom makes a low, satisfied noise in the back of his throat as he rubs soft circles into your lower back. After a while, he presses a kiss into your hair, and you sigh. 

 “I hope you’re happy with yourself,” he says, laughing a little breathlessly. “Now we’re late, and a mess.” You can’t help but laugh too, punching his shoulder lightly. 

 “I think I liked that more than I would have in the airplane bathroom,” you say, and Ransom cocks his head at you, as though the little inside joke has gone over his head. 

 “What?”

 “You know,” you say as you begin to straighten your clothes. “What you said, on the plane? The bathroom?” 

 “Oh, yeah. Well, you know. A little more space here in the car,” he says, waggling his eyebrows at you. Your husband frowns petulantly as you right your bra and pull down your shirt. You attempt to climb off of him, but slip, your sweaty palm sliding on the center console. “Easy, there. I know I’ve rendered you quite useless—”

 “Shut the hell up, Ransom.”

 “But I think I have some napkins around here somewhere.” You grimace as your thighs rub together wetly.

 “I hope it’s more than some.”

 —

 As the two of you approach the gate, you suddenly feel like the word “hotel” is an inaccurate descriptor for what you’re seeing. There’s security stationed at either side of the white stone pillars, and one of them cracks the golden gate open just enough to slide through the gap. He jogs up to the driver’s side window, and pantomimes for Ransom to lower it. You are only peripherally aware of Ransom showing him your reservation—you’re much more preoccupied with the view. 

 The sea sparkles in the late afternoon sun, crashing against the rocky shore to your left. The water is clear and blue, winking merrily at you as you pass through the gate. Trees line the hard-packed dirt road, but as you round a curve, the path opens up into a courtyard with a small fountain. You were expecting a central building, a gigantic resort with all of the amenities—instead, you’re greeted by the sight of cabanas. They look like fairly new constructions, all polished wood and clean lines. 

 You hop out of the car after Ransom, intending to make your way around to the trunk and grab your bag, but the shrill sound of your own name stops you. You look up just in time to see your sister hurtling towards you. You have only a split second to ready yourself for her impact before she crashes into you like a many-limbed bullet. 

 “I’m so happy to see you!” She squeals, hugging you so tightly you swear you hear bone crack. Your little sister holds on for another moment or two before releasing you. She peeks around the car to address Ransom, who is still wrestling the suitcases out of the trunk. “You got this right? I’m taking her.” She loops her arm through yours. 

 “What, I don’t get the tour?” Ransom asks, closing the trunk of the car firmly. “I’m hurt.” 

 “How am I supposed to get her to talk about you if you’re there?” Nathalie quips, smiling widely when Ransom rolls his eyes. “I’ll return her in one piece, I promise,” she says, grabbing you by the shoulders and steering you away. 

 You shoot Ransom a rather apologetic smile over your shoulder, but allow your sister to direct you towards the cabanas. There are four of them total, ringing the little courtyard. You find yourself idly wondering how everyone’s going to fit—your parents, Ransom and Lloyd’s, plus their extended family. It seems a little… small for all of that. Regardless, the thought is pushed from your head as your sister drags you into the one she’s claimed as her own. The little covered porch leads to a well decorated room. It’s large, a canopied bed on one side of the room, and a small kitchenette on the other. In the center of the room, the little sitting area is dominated by Nathalie’s clothes. They’re spread haphazardly over all of the seats in random outfit combinations, the discarded items littering the floor. 

 She hugs you again before the two of you perch on the raised barstools in front of the breakfast bar. 

 “God, I missed you,” she says. “I can’t believe I haven’t seen you since your birthday party.” 

 “It hasn’t been that long,” you object, reaching for one of the complementary water bottles still sitting in the basket on the counter in front of you. “My birthday was only—” You pause to count on your hand. Three months ago. Shit. She raises an eyebrow, cocking her head to illustrate her point. You hold your hands up placatingly. “Okay, okay, it’s been a while. We’ve just been busy.”

 “What, all of a sudden you’ve got too many vineyard openings to go to? We miss you, you know.” She teases. There’s a grain of salt clinging to her words though, and you can’t help but feel guilty. You hadn’t meant to let your other relationships slide in the wake of your marriage. It was just easy to fall into the pattern of well, just you and Ransom. You feel even guiltier about the earlier resentment you’d felt, swallowing against the sudden thickness in your throat. 

 “Anyway. It’s good to see you.” 

 “You too.” You sigh. “So, why no Jaiden? I would think this would be like, the perfect couple getaway for you two.” You waggle your eyebrows, and she scoffs, shoving you. “

 “I told you, we’re—”

 “Not doing labels,” you imitate her, making air quotes with your fingers. 

 “Exactly. I don’t want him getting all attached just because he met mom.” She hops off of the stool, and walks around the other side of the counter to the fridge. “You want some prosecco? There was some in the mini bar.” You can’t help but snort as she pulls the bottle from the otherwise empty fridge door. 

 “That’s definitely not mini.” 

 “I know, right?” She giggles, opening the cabinets as she looks for glasses. 

 “I’m not drinking, actually,” you reply as she sets one in front of you. You watch the bubbles fizz and then disappear as the pours the alcohol into one of the glasses. Nathalie raises an eyebrow.

 “Not drinking? What are you sick or something? We’re on vacation, girl!” She pours you half a glass, and pushes it back towards you. “Come on, let’s party!” She takes a sip and sighs with exaggerated satisfaction. “Get a little drinky-drink in you, and then we’ll walk down to the beach, it’s gorgeous.” 

 “I can’t, Nat,” you say, this time pushing it away with force. “Seriously, just drop it.” She squints at you, before snatching it up with a sigh. She combines it with her own glass, making it dangerously full before she takes an appreciative sip. 

 “Fine, fine, weirdo. What are you, pregnant?” She says, laughing as she takes another sizable gulp. You swallow thickly as a thousand responses all rush to your tongue, each trying to leap out of your throat first. A joking What? no, comes to mind, as does a shocked You can’t be serious! But neither of those reaches your gaping mouth. You sputter, trying to think of what to say as her eyes widen. 

 “Oh my God you are! You’re fucking pregnant?” She shrieks, and you grab her arm, shushing her. “Ow!”

 “Keep your stupid voice down, Nat!” You hiss, glancing around the empty room like you’re expecting Ransom to emerge from behind the ottoman with a disapproving frown. “Shit.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “I’m not supposed to tell anybody, Nat.” 

 “Technically I guessed.”

 “Yeah, you and Lloyd have that in common,” you mutter, glaring at her. Nathalie doesn’t even have the decency to look apologetic, instead, taking another sip of Prosecco. 

 “I knew there was a reason to celebrate,” she giggles, and you groan. “Ugh, Lloyd.” She grimaces. “I saw him sulking by the pool earlier. He’s a real prick when he’s upset, you know that?”

 “He’s a real prick all the time,” you mutter. “You saw him? He’s here?”

 “Oh he’s here alright,” Nathalie says, swirling the Prosecco in her glass conspiratorially. “I don’t know what had his panties all in a bunch, but he practically bowled me over.”  She rolled her eyes. “Weird ass.” 

 “Hey, he paid for your tickets,” you remind her, and Nathalie shrugs. 

 “A weird ass with money, then.” You can’t help but giggle at her irreverence. “Come on, let me show you the beach!” She downs the rest of her drink in a few swallows while you use the bathroom, and then you follow her out of the little back door. “Isn’t this view unbeatable?” 

 You find you can’t disagree. The well manicured grass leading up to the fenced overlook is something to behold—the sea glitters aquamarine beyond it, the sun hanging low and orange in the sky. Nathalie leads you over to a set of steps, carved straight out of the rock. They’re a little slippery, but the railing is well constructed, so you manage just fine as you make your way down to the shore. It’s like a postcard, you think as your feet sink into the warm white sand. If Lloyd had spent fifteen thousand dollars on a bracelet, you can’t help but wonder what he spent on this. 

 I don’t even want to know.

 “Isn’t it amazing? Like oh my God.” Nathalie kicks up a little sand. “In case I’ve forgotten, thanks for marrying a millionaire.” She giggles as you shove her, and she takes off toward the water. You watch her head down the beach, content to stand with your feet in the surf. 

 “The prodigal daughter returns.” Lloyd’s low drawl is unexpected, and you turn with a little gasp. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

 “I guess you’re just good at it.” You say with a thin smile. “This place is amazing, Lloyd, thank you for inviting us.” It’s the graceful acknowledgement you’ve practiced, and he looks pleased to hear it. 

 “You’re welcome.” His grin turns brazen. “Better late than never, am I right?” Perhaps it’s the hormones, the flight, or the drive, but you feel less than inclined to brush off his implication. 

 “What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask irritatedly, and he licks his lips. 

 “Hey, I’m not judging,” he holds his hands up placatingly, exaggerating the movements. “If you and Ransom found a sweet little roadside attraction, who am I to say a thing about it?” Your face heats with embarrassment and anger, and when you open your mouth to respond, at first no sound comes out. 

 “You—”

 “Oh, hey. Lloyd.” Nathalie’s flat intonation takes the wind right out of your sails as she jogs back over. “Thanks again for inviting, you know, the extended fam,” she says, looping her arm through yours. “It’s seriously the coolest place I have ever been.” 

 “No need to thank me,” he says smoothly, shaking his head as his eyes light on yours again. “Like I told your sister. I do for my family.” He flashes a charming smile at the both of you. “Glad you’re enjoying yourselves.” He sticks his hands into his pockets, his thumbs hanging lazily on his belt loops as he heads off down the beach, whistling. 

 Nathalie grimaces. “I saw him and figured I better come back,” she says, squeezing your arm. “Weird ass.” The two of you watch him go, and you shudder, a sudden cool breeze kicking up off the water. 

 “Yeah,” you say softly. “Weird.” 

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[hopelessdelusional]

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begin again

Ro actually posting early and not at 11:50????? what is this??? what is happening????

yeah that’s right BITCHES i’m posting early since i did this YESTERDAY which means wednesday (hopefully) will ALSO be early

but idk bc i’m having a DC brainrot rn specifically i made an oc and an entire alien race so i’ve been pretty dead set on writing that rn BUT fear not the next chapter will be good especially bc that’s when the angst ball starts rolling

anyways once again asking for requests for little side blurbs since my x singer! reader did so well which btwwwwww holy guacamole y’all blew that up thank you so much!! it feels so good to have spent so much time on that and it get recognized 🥺🥺🥺

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- did you notice that i went back and fixed all the little aesthetics on the previous chapters 😺😺😺😺😺 that literally took like two hours what the hell (the older chapters were SO ugly holy shit how did y’all let that slide)

- also i saw the comments on the last post i promise i will drop that lore soon!!

- when yn is super into her work she completes shuts the world out like gone bye so when toshi was talking to her she was like “uh huh, yeah totally, okay” when in reality she has no idea what he’s saying

- i added that user saying the parks and rec quote bc i knew not a lot of people would know/notice and I HAVE TO BE SEEN

- hopefully you noticed but bkg has started using lower caps for texting…just one of the many impacts yn has on him

- (pls ignore the upper case of that one comment tho i had a brain fart)

- which honestly this reminds me of how yn slowly got sho not to be a dry texter😭

- momo is so cute :((((

- hitoshi 100% is obsessed with those weird live streams and trolls them

- zu is always digging for the tea or gossip and i love him for that

- zu and sho were sitting next to each other picking out which pic they would send at the same time😭😭

- idk who to make sero’s love interest since my main ship is with him and todoroki so PLEASE put down a character (or even an oc!!! i love oc’s!!!!) that i can set him up with bc SINCE IM NOT IN LOVE MY CHARACTERS WILL BE DAMMIT

- …sorry that was aggressive

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[power-chords]

Heat rewatch #324 (shockingly I have not actually seen it this many times) and going OHHH yes well of course this film is about Fathers and Daughters in such an anxiogenic, spectral way that I barely wanted to acknowledge it at first, and it was only when the novel came out that this element became unignorable and targeted at me personally. (JESSICA Matzoukas, oh my god.) I was thinking about how the photographs on the wall in the Gustafson home were taken by Jessie Mann; that the initials on the stolen truck are of his four daughters (RAJA). He casually points this out in the director's commentary and you're like Oh, OK!!! This is so baked into the structure of the film that even Mann, who is diligently tightlipped about his own neuroses, is like, "Just FYI I am going to ensure this whole thing is haunted from the ground up :)"

The concept I find myself circling around in trying to make sense of it is Derrida's reading of Kierkegaard and the Akedah. Or like a hybrid of that + the Oresteia. One of the many fascinating things about Lt. Hanna as a character is his CONSTANT, frankly obsessive awareness of the precarities specific to teenage girlhood. Obviously part of this inevitably stems from his line of work. But the way he compartmentalizes it with respect to his own personal role as a stepfather...... it's almost as if he fears contamination, even if only subconsciously. Men are dangerous to girls; by extension, he is dangerous to girls, particularly since he has this Will Graham-esque empathic approach to criminal investigation. (My own conjecture: I think those creepy blink-and-you'll-miss-them doll parts that are hanging above the dining room table in the Gustafson house are Mann riffing on the aesthetic dread of Hans Bellmer.) By severing himself from the domestic sphere in this crucial emotional way, he is, like most Mann protagonists, Doing Risk Management. In this case it's more of a psychological, symbolic exercise than the practical kind McCauley concerns himself with, where the consequences of interpersonal attachment are more direct, tangible, and perilous. But the irony of course is that this "protective" disengagement is a significant catalyst for Lauren's suicide attempt, and it's his attention she is soliciting, his facsimile of the home (hotel room) that she invades. "She chose you."

Curiously, Hanna occupies "Fatherhood" almost exclusively in this abstracted, civic dimension and even his subjective experience of obligation (I.E., of guilt!) stems more from duty than blood instinct. (Peripherally related but significant is that Hanna apparently first tried to BECOME A LAWYER before realizing he was too fucked up from Vietnam to do anything except relive the brutal destructive thrill of Senseless Carnage Over and Over Again, Forever. So he became a cop. LOL.) One of Mann's favorite literary tropes that he transposes onto his cinematic storytelling is reproductive failure and everything that this metaphorically represents. Vincent Hanna cannot become a biological father and the novel frames this as a curse he mistakenly displaces on some mysterious anomaly that is nevertheless conveniently localized within the woman. (It is the wife who miscarries and at no point does he ever wonder about matters of, say, virility. LOL again.) He is desperate to prevent the destruction and dissolution of other families because he cannot abide the damage wrought upon Women and Girls — note the phrasing when he threatens McCauley at the diner, "if it's between you and some poor bastard whose wife you're going to turn into a widow" — but the Derridean trade-off is that he sacrifices his own. By pursuing the responsibility to one he necessarily denies that which he owes to the others; to heed the call to justice by a grieving mother and her dead daughter — both strangers to him — he defaults on the debts incurred by the marriage contract. MICHAEL, why would you do this to me.

[magicalara]

can i request grelle with another reaper who is just. really fucking weird. they have bizarre hobbies, dress in unusual ways, have strange taste in music, etc. platonic or romantic

This can be read as both platonic or romantic for the most part. I was originally gonna separate it, but it’s really a lot of the same lol dating Grelle is literally being besties who also kiss and fuck. I’m also just gonna do headcanons so if you wanted an actual like story/scenario, feel free to let me know and I’ll make that for you! :) 

TW for some cursing and mentions of murder

Grelle is supportive no matter what okay. The people around you might think that you’re weird, but to her, you’re just ahead of the times you know. Becky is just too close-minded to realize that you aren’t weird and really just fucking awesome

When talking about your interests, it doesn’t matter how out there they might be, she will be fully interested and paying attention. One thing that Grelle loves most about your relationship is how the two of you are able to just go on these long rants about what you like. If you’re willing to sit through her complaints about the murderous tendencies she has to holdback on the higher ups, ramblings about her latest crushes, and the latest office gossip, then she can also actively listen to you talk about the latest album or single from your favorite artists or all about your hobbies for sure. She’d also remember it all and get you gifts from these things for birthdays and holidays and ask you for updates if you haven’t given them to her already. She might not join the fan groups or do the hobby, but she’ll lightly keep up with things so she can give you someone else to discuss it with. 

When it comes to clothing, she’s all over it. Will go out shopping with you and give you things that she thinks fits the aesthetic that you’re looking for and might even allow you to dress her up that way too! Certain styles that she isn’t very fond of she’ll leave to you, but she likes trying new things when it comes to fashion and so she isn’t opposed to trying it out at least once. You’ve even influenced her style too and she finds herself incorporating these different patterns or layering or just the color choices into her own personal style.

Grelle is no stranger to being made fun of about any interests a person may have. When she was first exploring her true self, there were so many people who tried to put her down because she was different and in one lifetime, it worked. So like hell is she gonna let anyone bully you because they don’t like the same stuff that you do. Grelle will let you stand up for yourself if you want to, but she’s also glaring at whoever it is that said something with intent to murder in her eyes. And if you aren’t a confrontational person, she’ll gladly go up and give them a piece of her mind if you’d let her.

Grelle actually really admires how you don’t let these people get to you enough to completely stop listening to, participating in, or wearing the music, hobbies, or clothes you like, respectively. Like said before, in another lifetime, it was people like that that caused her to essentially end her life. Grelle from before could never imagine herself being as out there as you are actively ready to be and she loves that about you. If no one else will encourage you, she will 100%.

It doesn’t matter how weird society might think you are, Grelle loves you for you and she will make sure you know it. If there are a million people who encourage you and your weird obsessions, she’s one of them; if there is only one, it’s her; if there are none, she’s dead. 

Lovely murder wife Grelle who loves to encourage you ❤

[yournextflame]

One of my favorite themes in the Elden Ring is a poetic demise of each important character and how almost every single one of them became the victim of their ambitions, greed, desire for power and immortality. And even when they aimed for something better and were driven by selflessness and kindness, it was the path to hell paved by good intentions. The demigods longed for unobtainable, they loved people, who never loved them back, and their dreams became their nightmares. It’s beautiful. I love it.

Godrick. The Grafted Clown of the Golden Lineage. Forefathers, one and all... bear witness! Forefathers probably wouldn’t even spit on his grave.

Morgott. Everything about him. He tried to fight us trice and in the end he died protecting the very system that opressed and despised his kind.

Rennala’s unhealthy obsession over cuckoo’s amber egg in her nest and neglect of her children. It speaks a lot that both Rykard and Radahn ultimately rejected Carian blue and went with Radagon’s red in their early years. And even later they never looked back.

Radahn, who can’t get over the fact that he is too big for his steed. On a more serious note, he was the strongest demigod of the strongest faction, who was able to hold the very stars, but his ego was too big to accept any kind of collaboration. He wanted to become the famous champion, but in the end he was reduced to a corpse-eating monster, feasting on the bodies of dead soldiers.

Mohgwyn dynasty. That’s some hilarious cuck shit, naming the future dynasty in the honor of a guy Miquella actually cared about.

Rykard, consumed by the greed and later by his wife. From Software classics. Godfrey, he died as he lived, Marika’s mindless tool and a proud contender for Mohg in the nomination of the biggest fan of NTR tag in the Lands Between.

Miquella and the Erdtree: Hopium Edition. He rejected the Golden Order and still clinged to the same aesthetics, the gold, the amber as if deep inside he still felt some odd attachment to it. He pursued the unattainable dream of the better world and dreaming became his whole existance, while in the reality everything he worked on failed miserably.

Malenia’s blind belief in Miquella and his dream, which became her menace, broke her will and turned her into the very thing she tried to supress her whole life.

Marika, who built the Golden Order on entirely false premise that she is one and only eternal god, who shattered the Elden Ring when her own illusions got shattered, who went through the unspeakable means to keep that shiny gold thing inside her, even if in the end she will be nothing, but a half-ruined statue in the dying land without future.

In Buddhism, desire and ignorance lie at the root of suffering. By desire, Buddhists refer to craving pleasure, material goods, and immortality, all of which are wants that can never be satisfied. As a result, desiring them can only bring suffering.

Ranni is the only divine entity, who doesn’t end up miserable. She is a ghost that occupied a body of a doll, who dreamed about about the adventure into the starry void without attachment or desire for anything. She erased her fate, casted away her flesh, abandoned any ambitions and the thirst for material things. Her journey is a jouney into the nothingless, into oblivion.

[chiyoso]

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

• BEFORE YOU INTERACT. know that you are entering a domain of jjk-ccentric aesthetics, (satoru coded) heavy scaramouche and satosugu simping, and will be interacting with a blog user who, unfortunately, strives for perfection when it comes to her edits, and especially her stories.

• INTERACTIONS. tough subject considering my constant burnout that makes me all distant n' stuff, BUT I PROMISE YOU, i'm not the type of mutual who ignores on purpose. for context, actually, i wasn't like this back then, but considering my mental health these days, i've been less active, less interactive, and etc SOLELY because of this unwanted stress, and if you still plan on sticking around, thank you genuinely.

╰► AND I DON'T MIND INTERACTING WITH ALL AGES. only except; if you are a minor who runs a nsfw blog, producing explicit content, with utmost strictness and big sisterly love, please, get that case away from me.

• DO NOT INTERACT IF. you become weak to mentions of; blood, heavy descriptions of fighting, injuries, murder, war, death, mental health, sensitive and heavy topics, relationship triggers, traumatic events, suicide, age gaps, cheating, vulgarity, and many more — all these fall under the warning category of dead dove.

╰► I DON'T WANT YOU INTERACTING WITH ME knowing these things will make you uncomfortable, i'm thinking of your physical and mental health over here, and over mine.

• MUTUALS. *sighs dreamily* fuck i love you. i love you. thank YOU for following me back, thank YOU for interacting with my burned out ass at all. god, thank you and i love YOU and thank YOU for being patient with me, im so fucking honored to be mutuals with you, even in my silence or inactivity, thank you, i love you so much, you're so special.

CHIYOSO𝐇𝐔𝐁 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

✐ FANDOMS I'M IN.

jujutsu kaisen, genshin impact, undead unluck, honkai star rail, honkai impact 3rd, frieren, demon slayer, tokyo revengers, attack on titan, welcome to the ballroom, haikyuu, blue locke, mystic messenger, obey me, tears of themis, love & deepspace, the ssum, epic seven, wuthering waves, zenless zen zero, and more weeb things. / ··· tba.

✐ CHARACTERS I'M WRITING FOR.

gojo satoru, geto suguru, scaramouche, wanderer, alhaitham, cyno, lyney, neuvillette, pantalone, dottore, undead (andy), fushiguro toji, fushiguro megumi, kento nanami, ryoumen sukuna, muzan kibutsuji, shinzugawa sanemi, rengoku kyojuro, rengoku shinjuro, ken ryuguji (draken), hanma shuji, blade, jing yuan, welt yang, dan heng, nanook, lan, argenti, gepard landau, luka, dr. veritas ratio.

✐ GENRES/TAGS I'LL WRITE.

nsfw, sensitive and heavy topics, female reader, breeding, degrading, cum kinks, praise, fluff, angst, mental illnesses i have (e.g. depression), comfort, no comfort, headcannons, thirsts, drabbles, submissive, dominant, hate sex, somnophillia, non-con, overstimulation, public fucking, masturbation, age gap (21+ reader obv), violence (for plot), aphrodisiacs, possessiveness, obsessive tendencies, fighting, realistic, modern au, smau, death, trauma, crossovers, dumbification, husband/wife, older characters, minority (only purely platonic), dark content, pregnancy, cheating, mental health, personal letters, song recommended fics, and more things that fall into the warning category of dead dove.

✐ YOU RECOMMEND THIS YOU'RE DELETED.

incest, stepcest, true yandere, cuckhold, scat, piss, irl politics, polygamy relationships, male!reader, trans!reader, eating disorders, disorders i'm not allowed to discuss.

╰► TO AVOID CONFLICT in regard to not writing for the opposite sex and the transgender pov, i simply cannot. i'm inexperienced in that field, and even i struggle a lot when writing the female pov as well.

understand that i am not able to because i am female myself, and even if i do take the route to research, it wouldn't feel comfortable for me, and i'm bound to get things wrong on some aspects. that's all. ⸻ (quick link to go to my inbox)

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 AND 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒

• AGED UP CHARACTERS?

uh, well. i am kinda tempted to write for aged up for some characters, but ONLY to those who are closest to my age like fushiguro megumi, 1-2 year gap of me and etc. as for characters like yanqing, or anyone else around his age, i'm not one to age up ones that are canonically young until said to be older, with that established, i'll be only writing platonic for characters like him.

• DO YOU WRITE—?

yeah. probably. go back to chiyosohub productions section and skim through the popular genres area, thats the shit i feel comfortable to write. ask for confirmation before requesting.

• ARE THESE REALLY YOUR EDITS?

mmhm, all of the media, dividers, banners and layouts are all from me and edited by me, please don't copy what took ages for me to finally settle on, thank you. besides, every edit has a well hidden watermark and cleverly placed too by yours truly.

• REQUESTS/COMMISSIONS?

i'm not in the right mental state to fulfill requests quickly in contrast to other writers, however, do feel free to pitch in ideas and, i'm actually considering comms for my editing work, but lmk if you wanna support me that way.

• WHY'RE YOU SO SLOW AT POSTING/ANSWERS?

right, i'm someone who frequently struggles with mental health, i consistently deal with burnout, exhaustion and perfectionism, plus i'm trying to break the cycle of my people pleasing too. my most recent relationship broke me to the point where nothing mattered but him, so, i'm quite literally learning to love things again—writing for example.

i'm not gonna be perfect at it, but i'll always try to strive for the best. i'm also stressing out about the fact that as someone who took a few years to take a break from school life, then suddenly i'm plunging in into a world where you train as an adult? shit is actually not helping my geto-like spiral lmao.

tl;dr writer deludes herself with hot fictional men, anime and games, all while college fucks up my sleep schedule even more. that, and her motivation's in constantly in vacation.

hope that answers your curiousities, good fuckin' luck interacting with my ass LMAO — chiyoso.

[nukenai]

The long and short of my tmnt self-insert fic is that it’s an aggressive car accident between the 2012 and IDW continuities with some 2003 thrown in, and by that I mean “it’s the 2012 aesthetics and Honeycutt is his 2012 self, except he sort of has his IDW backstory (as in he had a wife and son who got Scrunkled, and the evil Galactic Federation people exist, which I guess is also Original Continuity stuff but I picked the Comically Evil 2003 guys. And also the Neutrinos are there because I am absolutely goddamn obsessed with them)

It started with “i want robot arms and to be married to honeycutt” and it ended with us finding and adopting a child who mysteriously has the name of his Dead Actual Son and this magical space boy was created in the “REAL” 2012 universe when the Ulixes exploded. There’s a whole thing with a WAR involving a species I totally made up, too. It’s insane. My legs get blown off. I get robot ones though it’s fine.

I’ve mostly written just snippets of it here and there. maybe i will post someday.

[pinkalmondcake]

I saw the colored version of your Fierce Warrior art and once again you slay!! ✨️✨️ hopefully you keep the color scheme for that Fierce art cause it looks aesthetically pleasing!👍but it's up to you. Also, I think it's interesting that Fierce is older than everyone else but that's to be expected since he's the many great grand papi for Link. 😅🤣☺️

And it totally makes sense for him to be serious and laid back. I also imagine that he is probably more mature too 😆

I know his wife gets a son but what if it was a daughter instead? 🤔 😅😅

I'm slowly going through my asks again 😭💓✨

Thank you so much!! 😭😭🥰💖

And I'm glad to hear that you find the colours pleasing, I'm still playing around for his actual outfit before his deity days! 👀👀

Man loves simplicity but for Lu he decided to bring in the symbols that means the most to him and had is outfit made with a little more than his usual~😩✨

I'm still trying to figure out the style I want to run with and what would be visually pleasing for the comic and oneshot scenes!! But hopefully I'll get there soon! And I still have a lot to finish planning like the characters and setting before getting to more sketches from the actual storyline 😓

Like imagine Fierce discovering the Sheikah slate when he joins lu and is like: my ancestors finally got something right besides trying to overthrow the King. And he would say it so nonchalantly and poor Wild would be sweat dropping😭😭😭💞

Fierce's age is around mid 30s to near 40s! He looks so daddy though 😓✨

Yeah, Time to him is like an older teenager that's trying to act mature to keep the balance but he knows that Time is a Link and has his mischievous days ☠️ they also be having that 'old' married men talk for real while sitting at a campfire and having deep meaningful conversations about their travels and wives 😭😭💓

And I don't want to spoil anything for the actual storyline but his wife thinks the baby is a girl but Fierce is dead set that it's a boy 💗👀

Imagine his wife be like: if they're a boy, it's Link and if they're a girl, it's Linkle. But Fierce would have the look of being: I'm so done. ☠️

I also have a mini side project for sage during totk that I'm obsessed with that was inspired by my own sage ai-

[miqojak]

LITERATURE AESTHETICS || Jak

STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE

cobblestone streets / lamps shining out of the fog / the warmth of a fireplace / unopened bottles of wine / the tension between what things seem to be and what they truly are / the heady thrill of freedom / panic of losing control / blood on the pavement / guilty vices / top hats and walking sticks / self-destruction / old documents tucked away in safes

FRANKENSTEIN, OR THE MODERN PROMETHEUS

rain hitting a windowpane / candles burning low / mountain ranges with white, snowy tops / frenzied obsession / a cemetery at dusk / slaughterhouses / all-consuming thirst for revenge / compassion turned to bitterness and hatred / a sense of duty weighing on your shoulders / inescapable guilt / the frozen wastes of the arctic circle / the feeling of someone breathing down your neck / lightning sparking through the sky

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

erotic longing / paint on a palette / golden curls and rosy cheeks / the desperation to cling to youth / bees lazily drifting through the grass / hedonism / the blackness of a soul / a dusty attic / hiding secrets / blood pooling on the floorboards / gut-wrenching jealousy / a dimly-lit stage / temptation into corruption

THE PRIVATE MEMOIRS AND CONFESSIONS OF A JUSTIFIED SINNER

cliffs rising up into the clouds / someone ambiguously supernatural always lurking / edinburgh's winding streets / religious zealotry /careful manipulation / family rivalry / a bible written in an indistinguishable language / a face that's always changing and shifting / something demonic masquerading as something pure

DRACULA

letters and diaries / suitors courting a lady / castles nestled deep within forests and mountains / terror of the unknown / the howling of wolves / aristocrats from olden times / a consuming hunger / the dead rising / horses' hooves thundering along a path / blood staining the snow / crucifixes warding off evil

WUTHERING HEIGHTS

fog over the moors / embracing one who is already dead / a cycle of abuse / vicious, snarling dogs / a house left to ruin / a thorn among the roses / toxic love / ghosts / the howling wind / flowers that have died and begun to rot / wasting away / a voice you can't identify

Thanks for tagging me @sundered-souls!

Who hasn't done it? I'm late following up on this, so - do it if you see it (and apologies if I ping you and you've done it!), and I'll snag people from my notifs to tag... @wpip-raham , @captainqster , @briar-ffxiv , @alannah-corvaine , @xmimiteh , @chadhunkler , @uldahstreetrat , @merlwybs-wife , @shieldandarrow

[prismatoxic]

Fandom ask game - #22 for Laios & #23 for chilaios!

22. Give us a headcanon for [character]

hm. good question. i know i have laios headcanons but most of them are pretty mild, i think? so they kind of blend into my understanding of his character on the whole.

oh, but, i'm very fond of him being gay. i think that's become my default even though i'll explore him being bi or pan in some instances as well. i just really like the idea of there being yet another layer to his inability to fit in with the world--he doesn't want what he's supposed to want, no matter how you dice it. he doesn't want to be the village chief, he doesn't want to be a soldier, and he doesn't want a wife. he doesn't even really know why; the feelings he's told he's supposed to feel about girls aren't even the ones he feels about boys, so it's hard to connect the dots.

the "hubby hunter" who almost tore the party apart bounced off of him for a multitude of reasons (like the autism), but a complete and utter lack of interest was also at play.

"but tox, what about when he compliments zon's wives so much that zon almost kills him?" zon would absolutely kill him extra dead if he knew laios was rating them aesthetically. like show animals. laios really likes animals this is how he engages with the world

23. Has your favourite character/ship changed over time?

yes and no... i knew from the outset that i'd be obsessed with chilchuck. because devot and i were getting into dunmeshi together, i was looking at it through a lens of us roleplaying together, and laios seemed so much His Type that i figured things would work out that way. but they didn't! chilchuck was and is his fave. so, because i already liked them both and i wanted this to be fun for both of us, i pivoted to paying more careful attention to laios. eventually though i realized that laios can be my muse and my icon and all that other fun stuff but not be my only favorite. chilchuck can be my favorite too! they're very neatly tied, i love them both.

as for ship... no. i saw some chilaios art back in january and immediately knew if i ever got into the media, that'd be My Ship. one of me and devot's OC ships follows similar patterns and i recognized it in them right away; it's a dynamic i go nuts for. that said, i had no real intentions so get into it, because new media is hard for me and i didn't want to make the effort for something i knew nothing about.

but as the anime started airing, the fandom posts got more frequent. every time i saw chilchuck and laios, i knew i'd be doomed, and sharing them with devot made him agree that he'd also love them. there were 5 episodes out when i finally realized the anime was brand new, and that felt way easier to get into than something more established, so we started looking into it. the week episode 9 came out was when we finally started watching.

and i knew from the moment the bastards started interacting with each other that i was a fucking goner. not only did chilchuck make me insane and not only was laios extremely endearing, but their interactions were the exact sort of dynamic i loved, just like i thought. so it was chilaios from day one and continued to be chilaios.

i did gain others, of course. kabumisu was a surprise. but i am chilaiospilled through and through 😔

[darkdoverpseeker]

(🕊️) Hey you! Yes, you! Do you you like darker romance roleplays both in terms of aesthetic and themes? Do you like to add a little bit of spookiness in as well? Do you also like to obsess over the characters and make mood boards/playlists/etc? Well look no further!

I, a 22 year old (rusty) female roleplayer, am looking for a partner to roleplay with 1x1 on discord with those qualifications! To be more specific, I’m looking to create a fandomless fxf dark romance with another 21+ female writer (sorry boys)! I prefer topics like age gaps (with me playing the younger character), monsters, manipulation, corruption, kidnapping, and many more!

I’m semi-literate right now and veryyy rusty in the ways of roleplay etiquette after being gone for years but I make up for my slack with enthusiasm! I’m down to sketch out plot ideas together or hear your own, but if you don’t have any don’t fear! I have currently two vague plot ideas rolling around in my head that I’ll leave here:

-A stern, commanding warlord who oversees a gloomy aggressive kingdom x a silly naive washed ashore nymph

-A reclusive possessive vampire living alone in a decaying manor x the modern reincarnation of her beloved dead wife who happens to end up on her doorstep

If you like what you see feel free to leave a like below or shoot me a message!

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[dally00]

Best horror movies

Sick nurses

A group of nurses who harvest organs are haunted by the vengeful spirit of one of their dead patients. (It is really aesthetic)

2. Perfect Blue

 follows a retired pop singer-turned-actress, Mima, as she loses her grip on reality.  Mima's sense of reality starts to shake when she is stalked by an obsessed fan and haunted by reflections of her past.

3. Black Swan

Black Swan is about a ballerina named Nina who wants to star in both the company's opening performance of Swan Lake. Nina is the first choice for the artistic director's role as the White Swan, but she faces competition from Lily, who plays the Black Swan. Nina's dark side begins to emerge as the rivalry between the two dancers turns into a friendship. 

4. Gonjiam haunted asylum

The crew of a horror web series travels to an abandoned asylum for a live broadcast. It soon encounters much more than expected as it moves deeper inside the nightmarish old building.

5. A tale of two sisters

After being institutionalized in a mental hospital, Korean teen Su-mi reunites with her beloved sister, Su-yeon, and they return to live at their country home. The girls' widower father has remarried, and the siblings are immediately resentful of his new wife, Eun-joo As Su-mi and Su-yeon try to resume their regular lives, strange events plague the house, leading to surprising revelations and a shocking conclusion.

6. Suicide Club

TW: Suicide Police officers investigate a string of mysterious suicides throughout Japan.

7. Shoujo Tsubaki

TW: Abuse  An orphaned girl is raped and abused after she joins a freak show circus. Her life seems hopeless until a magician joins the troupe.

8. A Serbian Film

An aging p0rn star agrees to participate in an art film in order to make a clean break from the business, only to discover that he has been drafted into making a p3d0ph!l!@ and n3cr0ph!l!@-themed sn4ff film.

9. Tetsuro the Iron Man

A "metal f3t!sh!st" driven mad by the maggots wriggling in the wound he's made to embed metal into his flesh, runs out into the night, and is accidentally run down by a Japanese businessman and his girlfriend. The pair dispose of the corpse in hopes of quietly moving on with their lives. However, the businessman soon finds that he is now plagued by a vicious curse that transforms his flesh into iron.

10. Tag

A woman is cast adrift into an increasingly bizarre set of alternate realities in which each scenario ends in bloody carnage. (Really good!)

[adultonlyroleplay]

🕊🕊Hello everyone! I am:

* an experienced advanced literate | novella roleplayer.

* 20+ | she/her

* enjoy dark / dead dove themes, explicit content, nsfw, unhealthy/toxic dynamics, and more elements that I’d like to discuss privately!

* prefer the pairing MxF (with me playing as the F role)

A little about me—I enjoy incorporating purple prose, meaning plenty of description and detail, and I have no maximum word count nor an average length as I love to adapt to my partner and will go as far as 3k. I write only on discord since the server organization there is a godsend, and I’d never miss an opportunity to gush over our characters, spend hours on finding aesthetic pictures and making moodboards, oc playlists, all that.

Right now, there is a prompt I would like to explore. Keep in mind that it will contain dark, disturbing, and uncomfortable themes that might not be for everyone, to put it simply, but if it sounds like something you’d be interested in, don’t hesitate to like this ask and I’ll reach out to you!

— “Muse A is obsessed with Muse B, his twin brother’s wife—so he kills him and assumes his identity.”

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