#thank u for sending this in!!!! i loved writing it <3

[o-sachi]

─── Sachi's Selfship Event ✦

Heya, here's my event for my 500 followers milestone. It's been fun writing my silly thoughts and sharing it on this blog. Thanks for all the support y'all have given me. But, as I've mentioned in my last post, I'll start writing on a different blog.

✦ The Event ───

Basically, you tell me about your selfship and I give you a set of headcanons based on the SFW alphabet (see content under the cut for the alphabet). For moots and followers that I recognize, I’ll do 10 letters. For everyone else, 8 letters. And for anons, 6 letters.

For fandoms, please keep it within Blue Lock, Wind Breaker, Mashle, and Kaiju no. 8!

✦ Instructions ───

Send me an ask containing the following: your chosen character, your chosen letters, your likes & dislikes, love languages (receiving and giving), hobbies, interests, basic description of your appearance, picrews, random facts, some of your own lore about your selfship, etc. —literally everything that can help me write a more accurate set of headcanons

* Since some people might not be comfortable sharing their info, I’ll keep the asks in my inbox and tag you on your post instead. But if you’re on anon, I have no choice but to answer the ask.

✦ Rules ───

1. Do not rush me with your request. If you’ve sent me an ask, I’ve definitely read it.

2. Only one selfship per person!

3. Do not include any nsfw information in the ask that you will send me.

Note: Depending on the amount of asks I get, I might not be able to fulfill all of them. Of course, moots and followers take priority!

Fulfilled Letters !

✉️: Letter for Lumi ✉️: Letter for Candy ✉️: Letter for Amy

Check under the cut for the letters you can choose from ~

These are just general descriptions for each letter, but based on the info you'll give me, I can delve into it deeper and provide stuff beyond what is written here.

A - Affection How do they show their affection for you? Do they get bouts of cuteness aggression?

B - Best Quality What they think is/are your best quality/ies and why

C - Comfort How do they comfort you when you're sad and down?

D - Dates What kind of dates do you two like to go on? How frequent?

E - Early Relationship How did you two get together? What was it like when you were just first starting out?

F - Fights What do you usually fight over? Do you quarrel often? How do things get resolved? Who says sorry first?

G - Gifts Their favorite gift that they got from you or a gift they've given to you. Do they like receiving gifts? If so, what kinds?

H - Hugs Are they a hugger? What kinds of hugs do they prefer? What about cuddling?

I - Intimacy What makes you feel connected at a deeper level? What kind of romance do you have?

J - Jealousy How jealous are they? How do they deal with it?

K - Kisses How do they kiss you? Do they like kissing?

L - Laughter What are your inside jokes? What do you usually laugh about together? Who's funnier?

M - Memories What is your most cherished memory together?

N - Nicknames Do they like nicknames? If so, what do they like to be called or what do they call you?

O - Other People What do other people think about your relationship? (Family, friends, co-workers, etc.)

P - Patience How patient are they? Who's the more patient one between the two of you? What happens if they lose their patience?

Q - Quirks What are some quirks you adopted from each other? Or what are the quirks that only come out when you're together?

R - Rituals What are some things in your routines that you like to do together? Is it common or unusual? How frequent is it? Is it a daily, weekly, or annual thing?

S - Support How do they show their support for your hobbies and interests? How involved are they?

T - Time Apart How do you spend your time apart? Who caves first? Who handles it better?

U - Uniqueness What sets you apart from other couples?

V - Values What are your shared values?

W - Wildcard Random headcanon about your relationship

X - XOXO What are the little things that they do for you? Do you notice them or maybe they go unnoticed?

Y - Yin & Yang How do you complement each other? How do you make them a better person? Or how do you make them happier? Are you two opposites or are you more similar to each other?

Z - Zrandom (sorry ran out of ideas, forgive me) Pick a theme or any topic and I'll make a headcanon for it :)

Again, for moots and followers that I recognize, I’ll do 10 letters. For everyone else, 8 letters. And for anons, 6 letters.

[covenofthearticulate]

Louis/Lestat: “ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

asdgfgdvjkhsbslidfj sorry this one took me a hot second, these two give me brainrot.

"How can you—?!" It's not shock, exactly, that colors Louis' voice. Merely disbelief, perhaps a shade of disdain, an overall failure to compute what feels like insurmountable audacity as he's put on the line of defense against Lestat's question.

No, not question, Louis realizes as he watches something dark and cold settle behind Lestat's eyes. An accusation. Lestat is picking a fight.

"Please be serious."

"I'm being completely serious," Lestat spits like a viper. "After all you've done, how can I trust you?"

His temper is so terrible these days. It rears it's ugly head with so little warning, consumes him completely like some dark alchemy. It’s unlike anything Louis has seen through all their years together. He can't begin to comprehend half the things that happened to him in that human body, nor the suffering he endured to claw his way back to his old self, but the one thing Louis knows for certain is that it had left Lestat with a deeper, darker rage.

Perhaps if they were someplace else— back in the jungles of Brazil, or even wandering through the city streets— it might not feel so out of place, but here in the newly polished jewel of Rue Royale, it feels jarring. Reminds him of the old wives tales of whispering at the cemetery so as not to disturb the ghosts. 

The whole room seems to quake with the magnitude of his rage— there's a trembling in the beautiful glass fixtures on the wall meant to emulate their beloved gas lamps of centuries past, a dead silence in the air save the relentless hammer of his heart. The hotter it grows, the more this whole room suddenly feels like a mockery, like a hollow doll house primped and gilded to hide the rot beneath.

(It was a foolish decision to move back here. They both knew that. Foolish to build a home seek peace atop the ashes of their old life. For one split second Louis looks down the corridor, half-expecting Claudia to come bounding down to chastise them for their loud, disruptive bickering.

She doesn't, of course.)

Nothing in the space now, except the booming voice of Lestat, ricocheting from the intricately carved crown molding with all the wretched demanding of a wounded child.

"How could I possibly trust you after you left me there— after you walked away when I needed you, begged you, for just one drop of the power that you and you alone could share! How could I possibly trust you after you watched her take the knife—"

"ENOUGH, Lestat."

For one moment, Louis' face warps into something terrible, something gnarled and twisted with anguish. Something childish and brutal, bloody red. And even as he swallows down the pain, Lestat is struck by the brief rawness of it all, the unfiltered grief from depths he has never had the privilege of knowing. It strikes a different chord of rage in him, this realization that Louis cannot trust him with the anguish, that Louis, insidious gentlemanly Louis, will not share these wounds with him.

"I won't stand for this," Louis growls as soon as the last lines of grief are smoothed from his face. "I'll leave, if you don't want me here."

Lestat scoffs at the empty threat, throws his hands up through the air.

"Oh, you infuriate me when you do that."

"I refuse to engage in a conversation when you've so clearly made up your mind."

Louis takes a step toward the door. He expects Lestat to follow, but when his path remains clear, there's a new wave of dread that grips his innards. He doesn't bother turning back to face him; he can feel Lestat's eyes on the back of his head, burning like ice.

"You were always good at running away, weren't you?"

"What would you have me say, Lestat?" He's teetering on the edge of resign, running through all the reasons in his head whether it might be worth it to dig in his heels and die valiantly on this hill or lie down and kiss the sweet earth as Lestat tramples over him.

"Would you have me apologize again? Do you want me to beg on my knees for forgiveness? What could I possibly—"

Before the next syllable leaves his mouth, Lestat is there, with icy claws digging into Louis’ jaw, pressing him up against the wall with such force, his bones seem to rattle with it as he’s knocked back. 

"Sometimes, I just want you to suffer, Louis."

And there is a look in those eyes— those splendid iridescent eyes for which Louis had traded his soul away. Evil. Predatory. I want you to suffer, he says, and Louis knows that he means it with every ounce of his rotten soul.

It ought to scare him. If he were smart, or had a single iota of self-preservation, it would scare him.

But it doesn’t. 

Of course it doesn’t. 

Lestat won’t hurt him. Not in any way that matters, not now. They’ve played this game too many times. Even with Lestat’s hand at his throat, there is a gentle melancholy in the slope of Louis’ brow, a resignation in the heaving of his chest.

"But I do suffer," he whispers. "Why else would I agree to stay here, if not to suffer?"

There’s a moment of hesitation as the words slowly make their way past Lestat’s thorns, seeping into the manic beat of his heart. With the veil between them, Louis cannot hope to understand the meaning behind the pinch between blond brows, the movement of his jaw clicking back and forth. And even when he does release him, all Louis can do is watch with that same scrutiny as he turns on his heels and rips at the curtains in a sudden fit. 

His movements are slow, clunky; not those of a vampire, but those of a frustrated child. The curtain rod crashes to the ground as soon as he pulls at the fabric, but even that is not enough— curtains in hand, he shreds the material between clenched fists, pulling and pulling and pulling through the drapes as if they’re made of the finest paper. Still, even the nest of tattered fabric isn’t enough, doesn’t satisfy the need to destroy, the ache to have something to fight back against him. And there’s a scream in the back of his throat that arrives at the very same moment he feels the warm sting of tears, and all he wants is to hurt something, to break something, to tear the beating heart out of his misery. 

But then Louis’ hands are on his hands, and Louis’ eyes are on his, and, and—

"This is madness, isn't it?" Lestat rasps.

"Yes," Louis exhales so deeply it nearly sounds like a laugh. "Madness."

There’s a pause. Lestat stares at Louis’ hands covering his own. His skin is so dark now from the sun, or perhaps Louis is just getting lighter with age. Either way, they look equally ghastly clasped together.

"The drapes were hideous. I can’t stand it."

"The pattern doesn’t suit them, it clashes with the wallpaper,” Louis replies. Naturally. 

“I need to hunt.”

“Yes, you do.”

Another pause. He lifts his head to Louis. A silent plea in those brilliant blue eyes. Come with me, come with me, come with me, please. 

With a sigh, Louis releases his hands, brings one to Lestat’s shoulder with a soft squeeze, and even that is a mercy. 

“I’m going to look into replacing the drapes.”

[boxwinebaddie]

Hi Uncle Neen! HYH! It sucks to see you struggling cuz you are a big inspiration of mine :( but you said you did your makeup the other day. Can we seeeeeeeeee maybe?

d'awwww ksahdlkdss, you are so sweet, nonnie! thank you so so soooo much, baby! xx i really needed this. i hope i heal ( i will...i have to, i am too much of an asshole to let god win, fuck him ) and i hope you heal from whatever harms you as well! you can do it! mWAH!~

-- also brb crying ;-; <3333 whenever y'all tell me i inspire you, it seriously makes me want to cry; you mean SO much to me, so to mean so much to you; it's Everything to me, my love. thank you for believing in me, know i believe infinitely in YOU and will keep fighting the good fight, living authentically and modelling pos behavior on this blog bc i take being a role model very seriously. :')

BUT ANYWAYS! sakhdlasd oh my god aaAaaAAAaa please!!! YOU ARE SO CUTE, THIS IS SO CUTE OF YOU, hELP AAAAA!!!!!! but yes, of course, of course. considering i am super bacteria nina right now and had to resign from my ( admittedly ) trash job and am no longer, at this moment, an education girlie ( besides on here, ofc, educating you on my two gay sons in love ), i can freely exist and post pictures of myself again! thank you for for giving me a safe place to do that. <3

i'll elaborate on what 'safe' means to me down below, but just for context i took this...sigh...last week, when i was told i would 'all better', just trying to feel like myself again after a month of being unmadeup and unfitted and ugly and troll-like and on death fucking row and fucking miserable as hell, i had my new hair appointment lined up, was about ready to take life by the balls again...and that shit BLUE BALLED ME SO HARD AND SAID *ravenstan vc* JK, BABY!

okay, sorry i have some really bad scarring and wounding up there by my neck so i had to cover her up but...there she is! the she beast!

as for posting pictures of myself just...please...PLEASE BE KIND. and i wish i meant that as a joke, i mean it very, VERY seriously. i am at a point right now, where i look my very fucking worst, i am weaker than i have ever been in my life, there are abrasions all over my body, which per the results of my culture ( i was right...several fucking times and no one would listen to me ) my body is trying to kill me and right now...it is Winning. ( i'm not gonna lose tho, dw, i am a nasty bitch from hell and i refuse to die this ugly, i fucking won't; choke )

tldr; I AM VERY VERY VERY SENSITIVE ABOUT HOW I LOOK. I DO NOT FEEL PRETTY, I AM LIKE ONE BAD COMMENT AWAY FROM TEARING THE SKIN OFF MY FACE AND I AM TELLING YOU GUYS I CANNOT DO THAT, I CANT CREATE ANY TEARING ON MY BODY OR THE BACTERIA WILL TUNNEL AND ITS HARD ENOUGH AS A BITCH WITH DERMATILOMANIA.

PLEASE BE NICE TO ME.

i know we shoot the shit on here and are funny and clown eachother, you guys are my family; it's what families do, but my boundary is that you can say i am pretty and be objectively kind or Please do not send me anything At ALL about how i look; i CANNOT take it rn. i know were just joking, but please, please, PLEASE Do NOT compare me to any ugly creatures, make me feel weird about any part of my face, tell me i look blurry, say anything is too big or too small…

please don’t meme on me abt my appearance...Ever.

it’s a very sensitive spot for me and makes me v anxious.

all this to say, i love you; thank you for being my home.

HYH.

-uncle nina, single ravesey mother and human petri dish

[staraxiaa]

chromatic (kirishima fic) update

how it started, chromatic v1:

how it’s (maybe) going, subject to change:

ive just started part III btw

[fluxweeed]

hey. hope this message doesn't bother you. I love you. I love your work. you are one of my favorite fic authors, I am absolutely obsessed with everything you write. reread everything ten times over, drarry or not, fluffy or angsty - even when it absolutely shatters my heart (e.g. for lack of wanting, SUCH a great fic btw i'm so obsessed with it). the four doors? life changing. two to lie and one to listen? engraved into my brain for eternity. what's mine is yours? what a ride holy shit, im VERY normal about it. wrapped? my comfort read. and so it goes.

if I could aggressively smother you with kudos and love I WOULD!!!

awhile ago you said that there's no such thing as "big deals" in fandom and I 100% agree but at the same time you are a big deal TO ME!!! not in the sense of any kind of hierarchy but purely based on the fact that I think you are such a cool person and your writing is amazing and poignant and your presence in fandom makes it so much better. it's been a pleasure following you here on tumblr and just reading your tags and posts.

idk I just think you rule. that's it. thank you for hanging with us. MWAH 💛

ahhhh anon sorry for leaving this message sitting in my inbox for a couple of days but !! i have zero idea how to react to this!! you're so kind!! thank you!! please discard any and all inclinations u have that i am a cool person bc i can assure you i am NOT!!

[boytumms]

I winged this very quickly, but after thinking about the ask I sent about a pocket boy and his owner squeezing toothpaste into him I just had to draw it. (If this gets flagged/taken down I can just send a link to a furaffinity page where I’ll post it very soon 👍)

“P-please… it hurts.” Andrew’s insides burned from the minty toothpaste being squeezed into his holes. His asshole ached as the tube stretched him open, and his pussy quivered at every squeeze the giant thumb gave. He held his bulging stomach in pain, the more packed he became the more toothpaste pushed up his throat. If it wasn’t for the two fingers pinching his tail and holding him still, he would’ve ran away from this nightmare already.

The giant didn’t let up once. Squeeze— a low gurgle sounded. His stomach and throat tingled with minty freshness. Squeeze— his womb bloated and the tinge increased. Andrew’s cheeks turned green with an onslaught of nausea. Squeeze— he tried to hold back, biting his lips to distract himself. Squeeze— Toothpaste squirted out of his mouth and nose with a sickening spurt. Andrew coughed and choked on the overwhelming mint in his nose, every squeeze now shooting another wave of mint out of the only hole not plugged.

“Ugh, look at the mess you made.” The giant boomed in disappointment and finally dropped his tail. Rather than getting able to run, Andrew’s legs had turned into mush and he fell to the desk. One more pathetic squirt of toothpaste left his mouth and nose before he laid in a heap. The giant’s steps faded, and the torture stopped. His brief moment of relief though ended quickly as the giant’s steps returned, this time with a third tube of toothpaste. Andrew just gurgled in terror.

AAAAALKSADFADSF THIS IS SO GOOD THE ART AND THE STORY ARE BOTH AMAZINGGGG!!!!

Poor Andrew, about to be stuffed with three giant tubes of toothpaste, I wonder if his tummy would even be able to handle it...

[fatuismooches]

greetings, miss smooches ~

it's been a good while since i last sent something in your inbox, what a good day to make a return ^-^

i came here to send my best regards in celebration of the new year so, happy new year suzu bubs! 🤍 i hope this year treats you with utmost kindness and love and i wish you the very best with it, you'll see a mini me cheering you on in spirit throughout the entire year ~

not ( actually will ) be sappy, but i am so so glad i managed to have such a sweetheart of a moot and honestly a friend at this point at least in my eyes. i know the both of us haven't been mutuals for very long, but the times where we were chatting together through your inbox or my reblogs really mean a whole lot to me <3 i remember just discovering your blog again back in june last year, keeping up with the puppet's lessons and seeing your in which you're just loving dottore like no other. seeing you in my dash just puts a smile on my face really, and i am so glad i gathered the courage to send you an ask that day ^-^

giving you lots of hugs bub! thank you for being such a huge inspiration for me and also a really sweet individual. take care and here's to a year hopefully full of fun for both of us~ oh! and dot passes on his regards to you too, naturally <3

— signed, ayame.

HI YAME DEAREST! It has been a while efkbfrefj i missed seeing you pop up in here! (I also hope you're feeling better now since i know you had a lot of stuff going on! ❤️❤️)

I too wish you all the best for the new year! I hope you're blessed with all the wonderful things in this world, otherwise, you'll find me in your pocket fighting all the bad things away 🤭💥💥 (Kuni too of course, I'm mostly there for extra support)

EFBFEJKBE STOP YAME YOU'RE MAKING ME BLUSH 🥺🥺 I REALLY DON'T DESERVE THIS MUCH PRAISE!! i should be thanking you for being my lovely moot hehe I'm so glad you sent me that ask too because I'm shy and bad at reaching out first to others fbejfbe. (And the me loving Dottore part... HELP i think that's what I'm know for at this point bye 😭😭) (and i still remember how you sincerely motivated me to finish the Kabuki series, I'm always thankful for that 💗)

Thank you for always making me smile and all Yame :)) Here's to a wonderful year together (and lots of Kuni brainrot hm?) Speaking of, I'm glad I'm not the only one excited for his birthday 🥹🥹 I'm quaking in anticipation! I want to see his art and letter so much! (I also can't believe it's been a whole year) (racer Kuni needs to save me too)

[karinasbaby]

Can i request a fic where jungwon gets a boner while cuddling y/n and feels so bad. But y/n helps with his problem

hello my dearest :] ! thank u for requesting !! here it is i hope u like it ! <3

[inkykeiji]

i would actually pay for a like multiple parts story thing (like the touya fics with lil peep as the titles) but with tomura back when he used to be all wimpy and a baby bad guy to who he is now and like how it effects readers and his relationship and shit (cause like i can see him becoming so much more possessive and crazy mfhmsh)

LIKE I HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD FOR MONTHS and i figured who better to write it then my favorite author😋 i figured id ask cause there’s a CHANCE you say maybe

anyways i love you omg hope you’re having an amazing day pookie thanks for coming to my ted talk 😁

oh really!!! yes i agree, it would definitely be SUPER interesting to explore tomura’s character + villain growth through the lens of a romantic relationship!!! i have no plans to do that atm especially since i very rarely write in canon, but maybe one day!!

thank you sweetpea i love u too!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i sincerely hope friday has been good to you <3 please have a wonderful weekend!!

[causenessus]

first time sending a non anon message but hi!!

i just wanna say im so glad i found your blog, your writing is just spectacular you are so flippin talented ^^

and for the ask games : 🥤🍓

i hope you have a lovely day !

AW thank you so much love!!! hello hello <3 thank u for sending something in i'm so greatful for your compliment!! i hope you have an even more lovely day <333

ask game :)

🥤 -> recommend an author or fanfic you love

i DID tag six people when i answered this previously 😭😭 and i feel bad i've already double tagged some people so i'm just going to link where i answered this emoji previously!! i hope that's okay <3

🍓 -> how did you get into writing fanfiction?

crazy story!! the short and simple of it is my sister kind of introduced me to the art since she had been writing fanfiction as well. so i read a lot on like...wattpad and quotev when i was younger LMAO i think the first fandom i wrote fanfic for was fairy tail... 💀 and then i kept writing for many different fandoms and here i am! writing has been a big outlet and comforting distraction for me <3 but even more so now, it's honestly become less of an outlet and more of something that's just super fun for me!!

[sparklingchim]

um im having some thoughts/opinions about both characters in ylm which is;

i feel like it’s always the man who can neglect their partner bc of their ex (and i could care less if she was polite or not you’re an ex for a reason know your place. women are not stupid) and then proceeded to think they can be forgiven but the moment the woman turns around and does the same she’s desperate or wants attention? i mean if jk can’t prioritize his wife over his ex (again that’s so fucked up like they’re both in the wrong here. he doesn’t even have feelings for his ex bc even if he did he would’ve already left that’s what a man in love would do no?) then yeah he is no „man“ he is a boy who finds it cool to have the attention of two women and bruh i would never let a man walk over me like that. i feel like yeah at some point he has „love“ (lmao) for her but only to get his way which is cliché for every man’s mistakes so i don’t trust him at all. he has a responsibility and so does his ex yes it’s mainly jk‘s fault bc he is the one who’s married but you can’t tell me that his ex is „polite“ and never once thought „yknow what why does he stay so late when he has a wife isn’t this disrespectful he’s married etc etc“ also please even if he told her lies we‘re talking about a woman here we‘re not that stupid to place two and two together.

for oc?

hmm i feel like she’s naive and not brave but i mean what can you expect from a person who gives their all and wants the outcome to be positive so bad by trying multiple times? been there done that. so i feel like she gets manipulated easily which means she is easy (sorry not sorry if jk came home to me and thought he could sleep next to me or with me after showing up late for the past two weeks girl i would’ve been at my moms house not coming back till him and his ex apologized to my face while my whole family would be in the room (would like to see the humiliation on both of their faces)) it’s like she’s too dependent on him. it’s also the little hints you gave us away with „i pretend that i don’t care about the public’s opinion but i do“ n what not so i feel like she was never truly happy or comfortable in their relationship to express her true feelings to her partner without fearing what they would say/do and that’s enough for me to know that he never truly made an effort it was always her. i also feel like age has nothing to do with their relationship i mean you can be very wise from a very young age doesn’t mean you have to be 30 for it because most of these grown ups like jk don’t even know what it takes to be a man he’s the childish one to be honest.

- sorry for writing so much!! 😔 loved the story and you can tell it makes us talk about the what „if‘s“ so thank you again for being so talented and sharing your story with us im exited for the future projects or updates! 💗💗💗

oc is def too dependent on jungkook !! we'll see more of that in future chapters!! she just always had people guiding her through her life n doesn't know how to do things alone n especially being alone, struggles a lot w that actually !!

[covenofthearticulate]

asksjshd I missed when you rbed this I think so I’m trying my luck!

“could you be happy here with me?” for armand/louis/lestat 🥹

azsfdxfcavsdcjhgv bold of you to assume I'll ever turn away my favorite trio!!!!!!!

It's rare, for Louis to be awake so close to the sun. Each morning he is first to fall victim to the first rays of light, and the last to shake the spell the following evening, but tonight he strains against the undertow for just a few more moments with Lestat, a few more minutes in this liminal wonderland.

They had demanded so much of Armand this evening, poor thing. And the mortal sleep suits his young body so well, the way the apple of his cheek presses right up against Louis' chest, the way his soft little toes curl back and press against Lestat's knee.

In an hour or so the Death Sleep will take hold and his body will bare no evidence of his lovers' passion; the kaleidoscope of black and blue and red will dissolve back to a blank porcelain canvas, ripe for the taking once more. But here, trapped between Louis and Lestat, Armand is no one but himself, beautiful and perfect and surrendered wholeheartedly to the depths of slumber.

"You need a bigger bed," Lestat hums with a smile, taking one strand of auburn hair and curling it around his finger.

"I like this one," Louis sighs.

"There's hardly enough room."

"It was only meant for one person."

"And you mean to tell me," Lestat unwinds his fingers from Armand's hair and reaches instead to cradle the fine slope of Louis' jaw. "That you expected to look this beautiful and somehow end the evening in bed by yourself?"

Louis says nothing, simply snuffs out his laughter with a little hum and nuzzles against the welcome embrace of Lestat's hand.

"How very foolish of you, indeed."

"Foolish of me to think I might be afforded a modicum of privacy?"

"Yes!" Lestat laughs. "Foolish of you to feign annoyance when you were the one who batted your lashes and lured us into this very bed in the first place."

There is something especially delicious about watching Louis through the darkness; the way his lips twist into an almost-smile before he regains control and presses them into a flat line once more.

For a moment, they drift together in peaceful silence, guided by the steadfast drum of Armand's heart in between them.

"What time will you head back tomorrow?"

So typical of Louis, to pull the rug from under them with a goddamn question like that. It's both a relief and a disappointment all at once; he always gets so wound up on the evenings before he's due to depart. It's the only thing that has been in his head all day, weighing down his chest with anticipatory grief. His only respite had been the whirlwind of passion, the distraction of Armand's mouth at his throat and Louis' blood on his tongue. But perhaps it is a mercy, that Louis is the first to broach the subject. Perhaps Louis dreads it as much as he does. Or perhaps, thinks that traitorous voice in his head, he is looking forward to you finally leaving him alone.

"I don't know, whenever it pleases me," Lestat removes his hand from Louis' face, rests it gently on Armand's waist as he mumbles into the crown of auburn hair nestled between them. "Not too late, I think."

"You'll wait until I'm awake tomorrow, yes?"

There's a hint of worry in Louis' voice, and it is so singularly shattering to Lestat that he even needs to ask.

"Of course."

In the dead air of this little bedroom, he feels thankful for the veil between himself and Louis. He doesn't want to go back to court, truth be told. It's an odd realization that has only struck him recently— it's not the work that he dreads upon his return, nor the pang of loneliness that inevitably follows when he finds himself without Louis or Armand. It's the pure and simple knowledge that their world will continue to turn without him in it, that Trinity Gate will stand firm as it always does, that Louis and Armand will be just fine without him.

"You could come with me," he offers, and his voice sounds so small, so frustratingly fragile.

"You could stay here," Louis replies without hesitation, as if he's rehearsed this volley a thousand times over.

Again, there is something striking as he catches Louis' eyes through the darkness and wonders just how long the invitation has been there, waiting on the tip of his tongue.

"Could you be happy here, with me?"

Lestat doesn't know why he asks such a humiliating question, but it's out before he can stop it. It's not even the happiness he's worried about, it's the balance, the organization, the delicate ecosystem that Louis and Armand have woven together that leaves no margin for error, no margin for someone like Lestat.

"Mon coeur." Louis' delicate fingers on the side of his face are the only thing that keep him from spiraling. "I could be happy anywhere so long as I am with you."

The simplicity in Louis' voice is what gets to Lestat, in the end, as he feels his brows draw together and his bottom lip begin to tremble.

"Especially here," Louis adds as Armand shifts in his sleep between them, cocooning them both that seductive warmth until suddenly the little bed doesn't seem too crowded at all.

"Especially here," he echoes, breathless.

"Yes, Lestat. Especially here."

[meatexe]

8, 32, and 40 for the ask? 💜

8. Describe your crush.

i have this special super power where i develop a different crush on someone new everyday um rn its the cook at my favorite korean spot :3 he’s beefy n has a very sweet smile n always compliments my earrings n uses me to test his vegetarian recipes n remembers my favorite dipping sauces ^-^

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

no n i think thts whats wrong w me. i have always ended up with the person tht i was having feelings for or they reciprocated in some way. i think being friendzoned or turned down would be good for me :T

40. Have you ever written a song or poem about anyone?

um i literally write poems about everyone ever, some ppl have google docs filled w poems just for them. i can’t help it </3

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi icon 🫡 was just wondering if there was any timeline / update on part 2 of we can dip if you’re ready ? no rush dndndnd but i like check ur blog daily for it 😳😳

HI ANON !!! no worries, i don’t mind the question!!! honestly i can’t give you a definitive answer though 😭 my brain does NOT operate w deadlines at all…. so it all depends on when those specific writing juices start flowing :’3 pt 2 will basically consist of three different alternate endings, and i’m excited to write them but!!! yk . i’m putting it on hold for now!!!

…… honestly i don’t think people will be very happy with the gojo ending anyway so 😭 well . that’s probably me overthinking it but pls do keep your expectations low </3 i’m only good at writing oneshots so the fic wasn’t written w a continuation in mind at all, i just thought it’d be fun to write different endings depending on who reader ends up with in the future……. it’s more of a fun little project for me than any “canon” conclusion!!!! :’3

but yeah !!!!! i really am super happy that you’re excited anon 🥺🥺 and i’m looking forward to hearing your thoughts on pt 2!!!! just don’t expect any actual closure on gojo’s relationship w reader bc it’s sort of ambiguous even in his ending lmao

[grandprix-ao3]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love 💞

AH. okay. hello. well i Am my own biggest fan so. my favorite five fics that i've written?? forgive me

boyish: this fic is actually trying to kill me in real life. it's what i get for deciding i could be the longfic i wanted to see in my favorite rarepair tag. hi i know this i'm on grandprix rn but are you aware of how i feel about loscar

the midpoint between the water and your name: !!! i wrote this whole thing in one sitting which is dumb but i reread it recently and i still love it so much. not to sound conceited but underrated imo. + stop sleeping on sargewood @ society

shark bait: what happens when you fuck around and find out. still holds up. i love college aus

the red parts: sometimes i think about secret omega logan and i can confirm it still makes me crazy so glad there remains a shred of whatever insane thing possessed me to write this in four days

my guy's pretty like a girl: this one was very self-indulgent so it's no wonder i like it so much... no further comment available at this time

and thank you for sending this to me <3 sorry it's all logan sargeant slashfic but. recency bias logan sargeant bias i'm insane et cetera

[mockiery]

Llewyn and Wes with their cat, Half-Pint. Comm by @guruan <3

(close-up and more about my OC Wes and their story under the cut) [ID in Alt]

Wes Tiernan is a bartender at The Auld Triangle, an Irish pub in Greenwich Village. We meet him in February, 1961, shortly after the events of Inside Llewyn Davis, when Llewyn drunkenly wanders into his bar and gets himself kicked out. Later, he returns to the Triangle and meets Wes for the first time. They get to know each other as Llewyn begins to come back more and more (to spend time with Wes, of course).

Wes is a trans man, and is closeted. He's charismatic -- he knows the scripts and the right words to say to his patrons like the back of his hand. He loves hooking up with people, and people love hooking up with him. During these hook-ups, he's incredibly focused on his partner, and his partner alone, not letting them touch him -- in part to hide his being trans.

Wes is also biracial; Irish and African American, but white-passing. He grew up in the rural South with folk, blues, and gospel music as an essential part of his life, and lost touch with it after leaving his hometown to move to NYC. Llewyn helps him get back in touch with music in a way he hasn't been in years.

I've written quite a bit for them, but it's out of order and a little all over the place. I'm trying to write some of the early stuff chronologically now, and if anyone is interested, I might get around to posting some of it on ao3.

Wes is the most fleshed-out and real-feeling OC I've ever written, and writing him and Llewyn is a genuine delight. I've been having the time of my life creating him and their story the past couple months, and I am always down to talk about them, so don't be afraid to send asks! When it comes to writing, I thrive on people enabling me lol.

(Note: Some of the stuff I've written for them is pretty spicy, which is new for me! Eventually they have a pretty active sex life, but it's a lot later in their relationship, so if I end up sharing more, that won't show up for a while. Either way, I'd keep it on ao3 and/or tag it on tumblr appropriately, just so you know!)