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Birthday Gift Drabble For @theabandonedones 💜

Always remember that we love you, sweetheart. 💜

———   ♚   ———

Draped back against the edge of the porch, pale fingers tapped rhythmically against the surface of it, waiting for the door to open. Or rather, hoping that it would, having knocked moments prior. It wasn't terribly late yet, but Zachariah had hoped to see them before midnight, and the flaws in not coordinating meant that he wasn't entirely sure if they were home.

It was their birthday. If they'd gone out this year, surely their friends wouldn't keep them out long enough to totally exhaust them, right?

Who honestly knew. Humans had lost their politeness over the centuries, at least the majority of them.

A cat meowed from somewhere inside, and he had to laugh. The fussy little things always seemed to notice him before their parent actually got around to answering the door. Though knowing them, they were probably busy convincing themself that intruders didn't tend to knock, late at night or no.

He figured the surprise was worth any momentary anxiety that his visit may have caused.

Another beat, and then the doors were opening. A warm laugh ghosted past his lips as he watched those beautiful eyes widen, watched as they nearly tripped over their own feet as they scrambled outside with him.

"Psy, stay— stay inside, no!"  A giggle mingled with the words, and after another moment of arguing with the feline, they had the door successfully shut behind them  —  sans any escaped cats.  "You came...?"

A fanged smile curled across his lips as he moved over, brushing stray hair from their face before letting cold fingers rest softly against their cheek.

   ❝ Of course I did. You know I'd never forget your birthday, darling. ❞

He didn't miss the flurry of emotions that drifted through their gaze, some blinked away as quickly as they'd managed to surface, others lingering longer. Most of them didn't require any real comment, so he simply let the moment happen.

"Thank you..."

With that soft response given, he stepped closer, icy lips pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead. His free hand shifted to take theirs, lacing their fingers together. Innocent affection, careful of boundaries, but still showing care in the best way he knew how.

A smile lit up their face, moonlight cascading across their features as it mixed with the porch light, and it was easily the most gorgeous thing he'd seen in years.

Happiness had always been lovely on them, though.

"Are you just here to visit, or...?"

Uncertain as ever, it seemed. He chuckled softly, letting go of them for the moment. It wouldn't do to get distracted just yet.

   ❝ And to give you your present, of course. ❞

"You didn't have to —"

   ❝ — Oh, I mostly certain did. ❞  Sweetly cutting off the comment, he lightly tapped them on the nose, laughing alongside them at the chuckle it prompted.  ❝ Turn around? ❞

There was a brief pause, before they spun around to face the door. Brushing any hair out of the way, he shifted to carefully fasten a necklace around their neck, chuckling at the gasp that followed. Cold fingers dusted over their skin as he arranged the garnet and obsidian pendants to sit properly against their collarbone.

   ❝ There you are... ❞

Leaning down, icy lips brushed across their throat, lightly kissing next to where faux-silver sparkled against their neck. His arms looped loosely around their waist, hugging them from behind, and the rest was a murmur into the night's air:

         ❝ ...Happy Birthday, Kerri. I love you. ❞

[mcuntainbcrn]

@theabandonedones​ said: i love you (from kai)

A breath loosed seemed to punctuate the statement, the unwanted heat beginning to creep it’s way into her cheeks as she stubbornly met his gaze and held it.

“A terrible decision, really - I still say you’ll come to regret it eventually.”

[frcmshadcws]

@theabandonedones​​ said: 🔥 🔥 🔥

Hot Takes From Your Local Bastard  ||  Selectively Accepting

🔥 — What is your hottest take on your fandom?

As I’ve previously mentioned, I could spend hours talking about this goddamn fandom. It’s my internet home, some of my best friends are a part of it, but that being said? It’s got a host of problems  &  if you can’t criticize what you love, then what’s the point?

PART ONE:  If one more person, in this bloody RPC, abruptly ghosts everyone  &  deactivates their blog/s, with absolutely no warning or context  —  I am going to lose my fucking mind. Sure, you don’t owe anyone an explanation, especially if there are personal reasons for it; sure. But that does not change the fact that suddenly vanishing? It genuinely upsets people. It causes distress. It leaves your writing partners, wondering what they did wrong. And moreover, it leaves your friends wondering what they did  &  simultaneously leaves them worried sick about you  —  because yes, I mean people who don’t even explain themselves to their friends.

If you’ve been personally in contact with someone, if you’ve semi-consistently wrote with them, if you’ve got each other’s contact info elsewhere... If you are, in any capacity, friends with somebody? You do owe them a fucking message about it, at the very least. Because if they have to find out that you deactivated, by trying to go to your blog  &  finding out it no longer exists? That’s fucking bullshit. It shows that you really didn’t care about them, as a writing partner or as a friend, very much at all.

And if you’re someone that’s consistently done this? I’m sorry, but I’m not going to follow you around like a lap-cat when you spontaneously return. I’m one person’s cat, thanks,  &  it sure as fuck ain’t anyone who’d do this.

—

PART TWO:  There is this absurd idea, in certain parts of the Hellsing RPC that we won’t be naming, that writing a terrible person makes the writer an equally terrible person. That shit? Is absolute garbage  &  the trend of believing it, needs to die. Mun does not equal Muse. It never has, it never will, that isn’t how being a writer works. Nobody is a N*zi, just because they write members of Millennium  —  nobody is a N*zi supporter, for wanting to write with Millennium muses. If you honestly cannot separate fiction from reality, to this degree, then I genuinely do not have time for your bullshit. Writing something does not mean that you condone it  —  I condone next to none of my muses’ actions, on any given day, because I have this habit of writing awful people that commit atrocities. Go outside, sit with the birds, save the oceans  —  do something useful with your time, please. You people fucking exhaust me.

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PART THREE:  Can we stop forgetting that this anime includes a catalog of trauma victims? Because it does, goddamnit. And I am personally sick of seeing people write those survivors, while totally forgetting about the fact that they’re traumatized. Admitting that your muse is traumatized, that they have PTSD, that they’ve been through hardships, doesn’t make them less of a badass. It doesn’t take away from what a kickass character they are. If you ask me, it just adds to it. So please, stop trying to ‘write out’ or ignore your muse/s trauma. It’s a bad look for you  &  is doing the character a serious disservice.

NO NAMES OR IDENTIFYING INFORMATION.

[spitecremated]

@theabandonedones​​ said:

✘ who's the most important person you've met in recent years (main / canon / league timeline ofc)

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Temporary Truth Serum  ✘   |   2 / 10

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

              ❝ Twice. ❞ 

The initial response was spoken quietly, though with little hesitation. A slightly different question, there may have been something to debate, but when it came down to who had been the most important... that wasn’t difficult to figure out.

    ❝ Always been a bit of a wreck, never quite managed to entirely understand the guy. Maybe that's part of the charm, I don’t know. Either way... Twice, out of everyone. The other people I’ve met, some of them have mattered  —  some of them still do. ❞

               (  And didn’t that crack his facade to admit.  )

    ❝ But none of them ever... taught me as much, as I think he has. They’re all good at what they do, what they make you realize  —  but what you come to understand, spending time with him, that’s more important. ❞

His head shook, dark hair messily tousled by the movement, a sad smile trying to find its way across scarred lips.

    ❝ People care about each other. This world may be worth burning to the ground, for the sake of attempting to fix it, but... If you find the right place, with the right people, no matter how wrong the circumstances are  —  people care, people love each other. And family... well, it’s what you make it. ❞

A bittersweet laugh, smoke puffing from damaged lungs.

    ❝ I had forgotten... all of that, before. But he doesn't let you forget it. ❞

[dominicrenfield]

「 Not So Solitary」

cnt.  ||  @theabandonedones​​

Crimson gaze flickered across the younger’s form, watching as he stretched only to promptly curl back up; akin to a sleepy cat that had been disturbed from their slumber. The picture of tired peace despite his typical, chaotic antics. In the end, dark eyes settled on the boy’s face, on the groggy innocence that had seeped into his features, and a faint smile formed in return.

Innocent was a perfectly fine change of pace, even if it meant that his sofa was likely remaining occupied and that his plans were potentially altered.

   ❝ Feel free to rest if you’d prefer, Kieran. ❞

Softly spoken as to not disturb the calm atmosphere that surrounded them, Dominic shook his head slightly at the follow up. Lazily stretching, a hand ran through disheveled hair in an attempt that likely only mussed it further; it was too early into the evening for formalities or appearances, honestly. A small yawn pulled itself from his own lips, and then his attention returned to the tired kitten on his sofa.

         ❝ I’m going hunting before work.                       I simply wanted to invite you. ❞

Solitary hunters by nature, without a doubt, but there was a certain  (romantic)  flare to the occasional hunt together. Things had been calm lately, he was in a decent mood; it was nostalgic, in a sense. The reasonings behind the impulse ran through his mind absently, only to be shrugged aside. Whatever the actual reason was, it was a genuine offer.

       ❝ Either way, I’m heading out soon. ❞

[pierced-morals]

❛  —  11 / Noir   |   Fucked Up Kisses   |   @theabandonedones​​​  —   ❜

«  —   ✘   —  »

11  -  a drunk kiss.

More than a few too many shots of cinnamon whiskey  —  ( harsher types traded out in favor of being able to slam more of it without gagging too quickly )  —  and an extremely long work week. That, to summarize, was the recipe for disaster that had left Pierce draped in his usual bar-stool, with the warm haze of intoxication edging on 'too much'.

Most folk had already left, and Noir's voice had drawled out something about 'last call', and... He wasn't listening, not really. She could lock up for the night if she wanted; there was more alcohol at home, and the promise of her company. Either unfocused affections after the drive, or later when he woke up nearly as miserable as he'd started the night.

Shifting in his seat, sitting up properly came with immediate regret. The world was spinning, and a gag briefly mixed with the sweet burn that had settled in his throat. Maybe she'd had a point, saying that he was overdoing it; an absent sip of the water she'd given him was as far as he entertained that possibility. A pause, letting the room return to the contented blur it had previously been.

   (  "You're going to get alcohol poisoning if you keep this up, Donald."  )

Zander's voice briefly flickered through a drunken mind, and then the memory was aggressively shoved aside. Alcohol poisoning. Yeah, probably. So what?

Gloved fingers shifted, reaching to curl into the fabric of Noir's leather jacket, as the reaver sat up further. Distantly, he caught someone gasping in the background  —  anyone else would have gotten stabbed for pulling this shit, after all.

Well, his girl probably wasn't going to stab him, and even if she debated breaking his wrist, she'd find that cybernetic joints were the ones within easy reach.

A tug, lazily done and a little too rough, brought the bartender closer to himself. The briefest pause, pretty blues flickering across her surprised features, before his lips pressed to hers  —  a kiss that bordered on needy, desperate as ever to forget about the phantoms of a double-life.

    He felt fucking sick.

           He could deal with that later.

[domina-gladiis]

                                                         {♔}

     ‘ Ariel! Ariel!~ ‘ Elizabeth doesn’t pay much thought into the fact that she’s practically screaming down the hallway. Nor does she seem to see the faces that glance her way in pure distaste as she happily skips down the hallway towards the boy. Bright smile on her features as she finally reaches her sweet friend. Arms automatically going and giving the other a quick squeeze for a hug before she pulls back.

     ‘ Look, I’ve got a surprise for you that I made at home!~ ‘ Without even giving the poor boy a moment to think, she’s already digging into her bright pink backpack, drawing out a container of brownie and chocolate chip cookies. ‘ I’ve finally managed to find a decent recipes for this! Please tell me what you think!~ ‘ Elizabeth chirped softly, holding the container out to him. It may have been bad of her to try and convince the other to eat a sweet before he’s had a proper lunch, but she couldn’t help herself. Ariel was the first person she wanted to have try her dessert, since his opinion was one of the most important to her. 

@theabandonedones

[gameswillbeplayed]

“Well. The spot of your, uh, death is now a lovely gift shop.”

@theabandonedones

[pridexjoy]

🍫 shay + dem

Pocky Day!  ||  Meme Capped  ||  @theabandonedones

Share A Box

Leaned back against the rails of his balcony, pale hands pressed into cool metal, the artist lulled his head to glance at where Shay had settled at his side. Quiet pause, allowing another moment of calm silence, before he softly cleared his throat.

         ❝ You said you like sweets, didn’t you? ❞

Subtle head tilt, ruby eyes flickering across the girl’s features for a moment. He was fairly certain that she’d mentioned that, at one point or another…

A hand left the metallic railing, pulling a box of Pocky from the inner pocket of his leather jacket. Cardboard was absently tugged open, a piece of candy placed between nicotine-tainted teeth, before he extended the box towards her.

                         ❝ Here. ❞

       (  —  Happy Pocky Day, princess.  )

[enliightenment-moved]

Drabble || Manipulative Jealousy.

( The character ‘Cain’ belongs to Kerri  /  @theabandonedones. )

                               —————   ⛧  —————

A disgusting kind of jealousy coils into his chest at the sight of them, demonic aura flaring up in a rare slip of unruly, raw power. Surely it's assumed as lingering annoyance from something else, or perhaps they mistook it for the duller flare from his teleportation. Either way, there's hardly a reaction apart from the vaguely startled noise in a childhood friend's throat, and their King's fingertips pausing in said-friend's hair.

They're an odd enough pair, wrapped up in each other's arms like this, but it's nothing he hasn't seen a thousand times before. All affectionate expression and suggestive touch, newfound bruises decorating the younger's throat; he's fairly certain there's freshly-dried blood beneath Lucifer's fingernails too, but that may be unrelated.

In all fairness, he wants to be happy for them. Has actively tried to stay that way, and generally tries to show as much. However...

His jaw briefly sets, fangs nicking into his own gums for several seconds before a sharp sigh fills the echoed space of the throne room. Uncaring of the sweet metallic hanging in the air, settling warmly on his own tongue — that certainly gets their attention.

The spell's broken, and both sets of red eyes flicker to where Varil had appeared against the far wall. Lips part in what he can only guess is the beginnings of concern at the tip of his adoptive father's tongue - but that won't do, and so he's quick to cut the chance off.

                       ❝ Cain. ❞

Skipping over addressing their ruler is rare enough as is, but he knows all too well that the other demon's name came out too sharply. With any luck, ignorance will stay bliss, but he offers no explanation; in these cases, it's typically better to let one assume something, than to craft an over-complicated lie about your tone.

A lighter sigh, rolling his shoulders as though to ease tension, it's all done for the 'benefit of the doubt' factor here. There's something inherently wrong about this picture, and he's not certain exactly when he got to this point in life, but...

           ❝ Alistair would like to speak with you. ❞

The cards are on the metaphorical table, and he can feel the surprise, confusion, a few other things mingled among them, that twists throughout the room. Emotions bouncing off the stone walls and rattling back, sparking against his skin as real as static electricity. It's a known fact that the pair don't talk often, of course, and Varil remains aware of that, but that doesn't make it any less of a proper excuse to 'shoo' his childhood friend off for a couple hours.

❝ I'm certain you recall how impatient he can be.                 I wouldn't suggest keeping him waiting. ❞

Words planned far before entering the room, falling like poison from an empath's tongue. The irony is that he actually sounds like the Prince of Hell, and perhaps that's why Lucifer's surprise seems to spark up more at Alistair's name than it does the implied threat that follows. No matter, it isn't as though he's ever claimed that they don't talk.

"Yeah, of course. Do you know why —"

Waving a hand and pushing from the wall to stroll towards the throne, the rest of it is simple enough.

             ❝ He didn't say, Cain. Go, humor him for a few. ❞

There's an understandable hesitance about it all, and Varil can't blame anyone for that. He wonders momentarily if the elder's going to argue, against better judgement, but then Lucifer seems to make that decision for everyone:

     ❝ Go see what he wants, dear. I can't imagine this should take long anyhow. ❞

It's only another moment, and a few sickeningly sweet kisses from the unofficial couple in the room, before Cain's gone and the throne room's quiet again. His own request from not too many hours ago rattles in his head.

   ❝ Keep Cain busy for a while. ❞

He almost wants to feel sorry about it, but he really doesn't.

Besides, it's hardly as though there wasn't a lot more bribery than that simple order involved in this. Pay your dues, get results.

     ❝ Is all well, Varil? ❞

Brilliant blue eyes flicker back to his King, and a half-smile tugs itself onto previously tense lips. Another few steps, and then he's draped contently across the elder's lap, fingers curling lightly into expensive silk.

                                         Mine.

Blackened nails shift to comb through his hair, and immediately there's a purr trying to bubble up from his throat.

                            ❝ Of course, sir. ❞

He knows Alistair isn't ignorant enough to actually hurt one of father's favorites, and so there's nothing to feel that badly about.

                 Play with the cat, get scratched.

[ncrestfcrthewicked]

@theabandonedones​ said:

❄️Zachariah x Kieran

Winter Kisses  /  Selectively Accepting

Send ❄️ for our muses to kiss in the snow!

Flurries of snow filled the air, nearly as distracting as the sharp scent of sweet copper that was being wafted around them by the winter's wind. Nearly, but not quite. A stained tongue swept over his lips, partially cleaning the blood from them, partially smearing it even further.

   ❝ You were right. I need to get out of the office more. ❞

Breaking the silence, the comment was colored by a dark laugh that bubbled up from his throat, lips curling into a vicious smile. His fangs glinted brightly in the moonlight, and crimson eyes flickered, taking in the rest of the scene again. A somewhat mangled corpse laid crumbled near an alley's wall  —  several shattered bones, sets of deep puncture wounds on either side of their neck, color drained from their skin. Blood was splattered across the snow, tainting perfect white with splashes of vibrant red.

They'd just fed. His throat still burned a little at the sight.

Fuck, he needed to hunt more often.

Spinning around to properly face the other vampire, that thought, that sensation, was momentarily shoved back down, in favor of snagging Kieran by their waist, tugging them closer. A distracted moment of licking blood from their cheek followed, low purrs rumbling in his chest, before Zachariah partially refocused again.

   ❝ Mmm... Come here, love. ❞

And then he was kissing them, nipping a little harder than necessary to get them to part their lips, a hungry tongue quick to chase the taste of blood from their mouth. Gloved hands squeezed at their hips, pulling them flush against himself.

Scratch that. He needed to take Kieran hunting more often.

[mcuntainbcrn]

@theabandonedones​ said:  ✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔

//love you too, kerrbear - i’ve missed you and i am so happy to have you gracing my dashboard again

[frcmshadcws]

Me:  perpetually sad, low-key stuck in a depressive trauma spiral, abandonment issues through the roof, overwhelmed as Hell, questioning if people genuinely give a damn.

My Mutuals, somewhat out of nowhere:  Loving Ray Positivity Hour ❤︎

@voiivode  /  @theabandonedones  /  @fckdcrry  /  @maggiestein  /  @magatsv

I don’t know if you sweethearts have some kind of sixth sense for me being sad or what, but thank you all so much. This mini dash-spam was the silver lining that I needed this month. I don’t have enough words to describe how grateful I am for everyone’s comments tonight, but seriously, it all means the damned world to me. Thanks lovelies, I adore you all  ❤︎

[spitecremated]

☜ : Does your muse like to top?☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?

Naughty Meme  |  Accepting

☜ — Does your muse like to top?

☞ — Does your muse like to bottom?

Yes and yes. Dabi is a switch in most senses of the word, though he frequently leans towards bottoming  &  being submissive. His preference with specific partners usually is determined by which emotional role he’s taken in that relationship, as sexually it tends to naturally follow suit. There are naturally exceptions, and flings are typically determined by the day’s mood since emotionally, it isn’t relevant.

[zodiacursed]

theabandonedones replied to your post: “going through Yuki’s tag made me sad. I don’t need to see people...”:

I was literally just typing a post about this on my personal

please link me when you’re done. I would like to read that one as well.

[dominicrenfield]

"Merry Christmas." The words soft spoken, voice even from where he hovered in the doorway. He knew Nic would be nipping off to see family before long - his window was narrow, and so he slipped forward, setting the silver wrapped package on his desk. "Don't let me keep you from Ravyn. I simply... Felt I had missed too many." Gaze cast to the ground, disheveled hair falling into his eyes. Shame, perhaps, at how many holidays he had avoided. "I... Hope you'll accept it, if not me."

Unprompted Asks  ||  Always Accepting!  ||  @theabandonedones

Crimson eyes flashed slightly as he looked up from what papers remained scattered across his desk, blinking in surprise. Immediate flickers of nostalgic affection; an emotion all too familiar during the winter season, now momentarily redirected onto his old friend. Pause, a few seconds too long, as the other stepped forward to offer the gift.

              ❝ Merry Christmas. ❞

Delayed response, the widened eyes of a baby bat on full display as he stared up at his guest. So were the flaws of shock, combined with spending too many hours dwelling on his sire, perhaps.

A small smile curled across pale lips, despite the flashes of heartache that threatened to seep into his cheer  —  it had been a long time, and he had missed the other vampire dearly, and childish sadness threatened to crack into that frosty heart.

       (  Now wasn’t the time for such thoughts. He was here.  )

                   ❝ I… Of course, don’t be foolish. ❞

Faltering words, a slight head shake, that borderline-childish expression stuck in place. His pen was set aside, and then he shifted to take the present.

      ❝ Thank you, really. It’s lovely to see you. ❞

Another faint smile, as fingers moved to unwrap the metallic package.

   ❝ You’re not keeping me. I had to finish up here first, anyhow. ❞