#there's a lot going on here

[inkydiamonds]

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[andorshitdaily]

So I've discovered a new twitter account from which to farm content....

[angeart]

(sneak peek on the thing i'm writing)

[softdeb]

You did, didn’t you?

[suckmyarschkarte]

[victusinveritas]

Art by Andrzej Mleczko

[pray4saint]

s ! inbox fics update woohoo

– answered fics !!

bsf!ted nivison x reader, where ted promises you all his firsts ; dropped into charlie's inbox | my rb

roommate!bsf!schlatt x reader, where reader fesses up their feelings for their roommate ; dropped into meri's inbox | my rb

ted nivison x streamer!reader, where ted comforts his highly publicised situationship ; dropped in judah's inbox | my rb

poly!bsfs!tedschlatt x reader, where ted and schlatt get protective over you, their best friend, who they may or may not have feelings for ; dropped in void's inbox | my rb

childhood bsf!charlie slimecicle x reader, where charlie sets his feelings aside to take care of you on your birthday ; dropped in star's inbox | my rb

– unanswered fics !!

childhood bsf!charlie slimecicle x reader, where you are and always have been an integral part of charlie's channel and slimecicle identity ; dropped in sidney's inbox

bf!dream x reader & high school sweethearts!dream and reader, where you and your boyfriend do couples' tiktok trends together ; dropped in emma's inbox

– fics to be written !!

DTEAM & CHUCKLE SAMMY ;;

fwb!sapnap x reader, where your no strings attached arrangement starts to attach strings

bsf!foolish x reader, where high school party games expose secret feelings

situationship!poly!tedschlatt x reader, where your situationships appear on your love or host

situationship!karl x reader, where karl is tired of not putting a label on it but also is scared of being rejected

fwb!dream x reader, where dream wants to be more and insists on taking you on real date despite how many times you told him you didn't want anything serious

assisstant!foolish x ceo!reader, where foolish is so obviously in love with you but you're so flooded in work you don't notice

hookup!roommate!sapnap x reader, where you and sap have to re-navigate your relationship as roommates after an accidental, drunken night of fucking each other [roommates!dteam]

MARAUDERS ;;

sirius x delinquent!prankster!reader, where you meet sirius in detention and he finds out you might be even more trouble than him, but he can't help but fall in love

remus x transfer student!reader, where you bump into remus one day on your way to class and he takes you under his wing, unbeknownst to him he'd fall in love

james x sirius' sibling!reader, where you show at to the potter's in the middle of the night, during break, injured, looking for your brother after an explosive fight with your mom

[captain-habit]

Sure. Okay. 🤔

[translucentbisexual]

Amber Gris?? In my Spotify????

[meandmypagancrew]

In My Gif Era - Journey to Fearless

↪ Teardrops On My Guitar

she'd better hold him tight, give him all her love

look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky 'cause

he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

the only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star

he's the song in the car i keep singing, don't know why i do

[corner-stories]

What have I done?

[layla-carstairs]

hmm

[s0fars0perfect]

when you're 12k into a fic your protag and the love interested haven't even MET yet

[inthecaseofgaaraofthesand]

Siege and Storm, 254, 255

I'm currently losing my mind what the fRICK

[arcxnumvitae]

Part 7

Mhoirbheinn fidgeted in the chair at the table. He'd been home from his lessons for several hours now, yet his mother had yet to return from work. Calling it "work", however, seemed laughable. She was forced to clean and sweep and tend to another's house all against her will, and completely unknowing of the life she was truly living. Another flash of the memory from years ago of her hateful glare passed through his mind, but Mhoirbheinn squeezed his eyes shut to force it away. He found it worked best to simply not think of that day, nor linger long on the truth that he had been forced to acknowledge. His mother's love was based on a version of him that didn't exist-- a normal human boy with rounded ears born of her and her normal human lover. She would hate him fiercely if he ever removed the glamour over her again, and possibly even more strongly than before due to his hand in placing it on her once more.

His mother hated him, yet he wrapped himself in a false semblance of her love. Because what else did he have if he were to lose it? His father preferred not acknowledging him, his father's wife ignored his existence entirely, and his brother delighted in whatever cruelty he could lavish against him. His mother was the only family he'd ever had, as pitiful as his clinging to her seemed now.

But she was still taking far too long to return from work. Mhoirbheinn waited as an hour passed, then two. He waited until three hours had gone by, never moving from his seat, eyes and ears trained on the door for some shuffle of movement.

Four hours.

Then five.

Still he waited.

Night had long since fallen, and finally he rose from his chair. He wasn't allowed into the manor when he wasn't summoned for lessons, but Mother had never been gone for this long. Where was she? Silent footsteps took the teen from their cabin and across the grounds to the manor to slip inside. The interior had grown more familiar to him over the years but it still wouldn't matter when trying to find his mother. It would be like searching for a needle in a haystack, a haystack in which he would have to keep from being spotted as well. Still, determination pushed him onwards throughout the manor, stilling in dark corners whenever footsteps passed too closely by and ducking into doorways to avoid an approaching servant.

Mhoirbheinn was creeping past an open doorway when a voice inside called out.

"Oh, is that you? Perfect timing. Come inside, why don't you?" The boy froze at the sound of Eògan's voice. His brother was never pleasant on the best of days, and he could only imagine what kind of torment the young man had in mind for him now that he'd caught his younger brother snooping around. It was too late to pretend he hadn't been caught though. Running would do him no good, and so Mhoirbheinn entered the room.

His brother's bedchambers were as sumptuous, lavishly decorated, and gaudy as the rest of the manor. Eògan sat at a vanity, his usual pompous smirk resting across his lips. Mhoirbheinn had never been a particularly violent person, but that smirk of his brother's always made him want to smack it right off of his face. A tray with cutlery and the remains of what must have been his brother's dinner sat on a table nearby and Eògan smirked at Mhoirbheinn through the mirror.

"Now what are you doing skulking about the manor, hm? You know you aren't supposed to be in here." Mhoirbheinn said nothing in response and his brother laughed. "Well, perfect timing. The son of the maid, you can clean that up for me." With a shift of blond locks, Eògan inclined his head. At first, Mhoirbheinn had thought that he was referring to his dinner, but his eyes followed the line of Eògan's past the tray, to a corner of the room.

He'd unknowingly practically walked past it when he first walked in from the way that it lay on the ground between the bed and the wall. Squinting at it, Mhoirbheinn drew closer only to realize with an unsettling certainty that it was a figure, pale, naked, of a person. One with dark hair and rounded ears.

The floor fell out from beneath him at the glassy dark eyes that stared unseeingly at him-- eyes glazed over not with a glamour, but with death. Mhoirbheinn had never seen death before, and now it was staring straight at him from the body of his mother.

"I played a little too hard with her, and, well, you see." Eògan's voice sounded far away even as he approached closer. Mhoirbheinn didn't need to turn to know of the cruel smile that must have been on the other's lips as he stared at Mhoirbheinn, drinking the younger's horror in. Growing bruises in the shape of hands were developing around his mother's-- the corpse's neck.

This was no accident. Eògan was delighting in the torment he caused. This was just another cruel prank in a long line against Mhoirbheinn. First, it was a needle hidden in an offered sweet. Now, this. It made no difference to Eògan, to him it was only a human that he'd killed.

But to Mhoirbheinn, that was his mother.

Eògan's laughter grated. "And can you believe this? She thought I was her lover! She was smiling all the way until the end, thinking she was in the embrace of her husband! How ridiculous!"

Something in Mhoirbheinn snapped and he whirled towards Eògan. Not once in all of their years together amidst all of his older brother's torment did Mhoirbheinn ever retaliate, and so his attack caught the young noble by surprise. Eògan yelped, and Mhoirbheinn was on top of him, ripping, punching, snarling. He remembered the other's dinner sitting nearby and reached out amidst Eògan's pitiful howls to grab the knife.

It wasn't an overly sharp knife, only meant for cutting through food. It still suited Mhoirbheinn's purposes just fine. He brought the knife down on the man beneath him, stabbing as Eògan weakly tried to push him off, but Mhoirbheinn remained intent on his mission, determined to see it through. Silver blood splashed through the air and onto Mhoirbheinn, yet he paid it no heed.

Below him, Eògan's movements were slowly weakening with every gurgling and wet gasp of air the boy made. His throat was still intact.

A single stab quickly fixed that.

Mhoirbheinn couldn't tell how long he'd sat there, carving apart his brother's body with a viciousness that had never shown itself before. Perhaps if he could see himself, he might be frightened at the sight of what he'd become in that moment. But the boy of his childhood was dead now, left alone and cold on the floor next to the body of his mother. It was with a final drag of the knife down the cavity of his brother's chest that, reborn, a monster stood.

[beardedmrbean]