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dreamcatcherrs · 4 years ago

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august - ranboo x reader

+ disclaimer! I don't know if ranboo actually has a cat :)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ranboo x f!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: ranboo can’t help but to blush every time you look at him, not realising that he was falling even harder for you than he realised.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.478

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none :)

song recommendation: august - taylor swift

the first time he’d spotted you was in science class, near the end of the school year. that one time you looked up and smiled at him because of something stupid he’d said to his friend, that you for some reason found funny - he couldn’t stop thinking of that smile for the rest of the day. the image of you stuck in his head.

the next time he saw you was in p.e. you were wearing those pretty red sports shorts that you always wore, but he for some reason had never noticed until now. and whenever you’d walk or run past him, the smell of vanilla would follow behind you, filling his nostrils with the scent, and it felt heavenly. from that day on, he decided that he really liked the smell of vanilla.

weeks went by before you first talked to him. you were sat behind him and had poked his shoulder to ask him if he had a spare pencil for you to borrow. he breathed in, eyes wide from surprise. were you talking to him? it was only when you tilted your head to the side with a playful smile on your face that he realised he’d been zoned out, completely forgetting that he had to respond.

“uh- yeah, sure.” he’d fumbled with his backpack, trying to fish out his pencil case only to remember… he didn't have one. he moved his hands back again, looking back up at you as you leaned over the table with a patient smile on your face. “uhm… actually, I don't have one either.”

that made you laugh, and he was just confused, cheeks turning red in embarrassment. “well, I guess I can't really complain about that,” you giggled, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “I’m y/n, by the way. we have science together, I just don't think we ever got the chance to talk.” he grabbed the hand you’d put out to shake, staring into your bright eyes as you shook his hand. were there stars in your eyes? it looked like there was a whole other universe in there.

“I guess not-”

“hey, you two. eyes up here.” mr. jefferson, you douche-

“sorry mr. jefferson!” you apologised, before turning to send him a playful smile. as if you two had a secret that no one else knew about. he wondered if that smile was always able to get you out of trouble. he thought about it for a while as mr. jefferson explained the different historic sculptures, and then came to the conclusion, that no one could be mad at a person with such a smile for very long.

“aww, you never told me you had a kitty!”

he threw his backpack onto the arm chair in his living room, letting out an exasperated sigh as you followed behind him, or rather, followed his cat behind him. he turned around to see you crouched down beside his cat, softly petting it with the cutest smile on your face.

“yeah. pretty cute, right?” he joined you by petting the purring creature, heart bubbling with how cute the sight in front of him was. he wasn't just talking about the cat.

“well, should we get started?” you asked, shrugging your own backpack off and getting out a small notebook. he’d noticed you wrote in it a couple of times during the class before.

you’d both been assigned for a science project together - what a coincidence. he wasn't complaining though - not at all. you’d had fun times together in class since, now being sat beside each other. you’d gone to his place to put in some extra work ethic. “you’re lucky I actually like science! then we’ll get some work done.”

you plopped down on his couch, taking in the comfiness for a moment, before fishing out your computer. “are you implying something?” you giggled at his question, lifting a finger at him.

“that I do all of the work in science class while you sit and stare at me? yes.”

a wave of heat flooded over him, cheeks and ears turning red and his palms sweating up. was it that obvious?

you patted the spot on the couch beside you for him to sit down, a small smile etched onto your face. he did so, finding a comfortable way to sit in before looking over at your computer screen. you turned you head to him, scooting closer when you noticed he could barely see your screen. as if that would help his sweaty armpits and rosy cheeks…

“okay, do you remember our lesson about polar and non-polar electronegativity?” his face was blank. the words were foreign to him. was that the day you wore that pink lipstick? or did he just think that because he thought it looked so good on you?

you rolled your eyes playfully at his lack of response, proceeding to point at the screen and explain to him what it means. he listened to start off with, but then soon realised that his thoughts had drifted off to another place, eyes gazing over to look at you instead of the screen. and instead of listening, he started thinking about the way your lips moved - how cute and perfect they were. and how much he wanted to kiss them.

he lost his train of thought when you turned your head to him again, a frown on your face when noticing how lost in thought he was, clearly not paying attention, yet your look of disbelief quickly turned into a surprised expression. was he looking at you?

“you’re not listening.”

he looked bewildered for a moment, but quickly managed to clear his throat awkwardly, eyes turning to the screen again. “sorry.”

you began to explain again, and this time he only glanced over at you once when... was that blush on your cheeks?

the first time he kissed you was one month later, summer break. you were at the local park, basking in the rays of sun as the summer was soon to end. the smell of freshly mowed grass was all that filled your nostrils, and the fresh breeze every now and then was enough to keep you from melting under the heat of the sun.

you were sat at a nice waterfall, your backs turned towards it as you ate the sandwiches you had just bought. the sound of water trickling out of the different places on the statue was pleasant for your ears, peaceful really.

he’d gone to push his longer hair out of his face, and then rest his hand beside him, in the middle of the two of you. but instead of meeting a cold surface, his hand met your soft one, that was already resting right where he was about to put his hand.

he heard you gasp softly, head turning to look down at your hands. he looked back at you with wide eyes, which you quickly returned when realizing what had happened, a rosy colour spreading over your cheeks. and right then, he couldn’t help himself. he knew you hadn’t known each other for that long, but he knew you. and he for sure knew that he liked you.

as your eyes stared into his, head slightly leaning in, he kissed you. soft and sweet and short, and when he pulled back again, your eyes were closed and you didn’t look displeased at all. and that’s when he knew, you liked him, too.

“ranboo, I swear, if you rest your arm on my head one more time!”

he laughed at your small threat, removing his arm from its comfortable place on the top of your head. he ruffled your hair, just to annoy you, with a playful smirk on his face. you pouted at him, fixing your hair again and softly shoving at his chest.

“fine~ I’ll stop. you’re just so short, it’s hard not to,” he giggled, patting the top of your head lightly as he smiled down at you brightly.

“maybe you should just be shorter. then I won't have to get on my toes all the time to kiss you.” you crossed your arms, staring up at him with a smirk on your face.

he shrugged. “nah. I kinda like seeing you struggle with that.”

you rolled your eyes and let out a low grumble, acting like a kid who was just told they weren't allowed any candy. before you knew it, a dandelion was pushed back into your hair, followed suit by a quick peck on your cheek. your lips parted in surprise, eyes staring up at him again, before reaching your hand up to gently touch the flower, a small smile spreading across your face.

“now,” he started, leaning down to intertwine his fingers with yours. “shall we go out to enjoy the last day of august?”

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jlf23tumble · 4 years ago

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Thank you @behindmeday for tagging me! Long-time followers know I'm a total narse, so let's blast our way into Friday night!

1. why did you choose your url?

It's my name, bb!

2. any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

I have a bunch, and at least one of 'em gets truly vile hate to the point where I have to vet its new followers before blocking them if need be, but yeah, you're looking at the proud owner of a wilde variety of active sides and some dead ones (for now, dot dot dot). I have one that is crazy popular, for some reason!!

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

Hmmmm, late 2015? Mainly as a lurker, comin' in hot for the Man from UNCLE movie fandom.

4. do you have a queue tag?

Babe, I don't even have a queue, that's how far out of it I am in the tag name for one.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

TMFU fan art, fic, etc., following friends' blogs.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

It's too perfect on too many levels.

7. why did you choose your header?

I need to update it, but it'll be something similar--I love a good aes header!

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

Hoo boy, I wouldn't even know how to check that, but it’s probably my trans flag Chewbaccas from Comic Con! The joy of my life was seeing a kitsch blog I follow pick it up!

9. how many mutuals do you have?

Stealing the previous answer: I have zero idea how to check this!

10. how many followers do you have?

More than a thousand, far less than two, they add or drop depending on the hot takes I'm tired or tipsy enough to share on main.

11. how many people do you follow?

A touch over 300

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

Of course! I've made MULTIPLE shitposts! They're the pure joy--dare I say, the point!--of tumblr dryer dot com!

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

Oh, daily, but in random spurts--my work is all words, most of them very dry, so taking a break to look at pictures mixed with gifs, music, etc., on multiple topics, is an eye balm of the best order.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

I've certainly been involved in some indirecting--and a helluva lot of blocking--but no actual jumping-on-posts fights (yet, dot dot dot).

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Haaaaaaaaaaate, my angry baby side will usually refuse to do it just on the "you're not the boss of me" principle.

16. do you like tag games?

Love 'em!

17. do you like ask games?

Me, answering questions about myself? Absolutely!

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I have quite a few who are tumblr infamous, which is not quite the same thing. ;)

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

Who doesn't? That's the OTHER point of tumblr dryer dot com! I love 'em all!

20. tags?

@little-water-lily, @cobraking, @bobakick, @alienfuckeronmain, @sir-transcelot, @kerasines, @scottspack, @homosociallyyours, @harrysvoice, @clothlog, @sweetestmonotony, @wskysour and anyone else who wants to!

#tag games #honestly i love it when people do these so consider yourself tagged!

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jockvillagersonly · 4 years ago

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fic tag game c:

Thank you for the tag @vishcount!! It is honestly...extremely weird for people to associate me with fic? Or writing? Or existing in general? I am being...perceived??

Name: jockvillagersonly (Sierra) -- the exclusive reason for this is that I think jock villagers are hilarious. They spend their entire lives doing wind sprints and loudly yelling compliments at your biceps from, like, 50 feet away. That is the platonic ideal of joy.

I mean, come on (image source)

Fandoms: I am pretty much exclusively a DMBJ (shitpost) blog at the moment! Same goes for fic; I’ve only ever written for DMBJ (with the slight exception of one very short and highly embarrassing Star Trek fic, proofread by my mom. Come through, Brenda!).

Tropes:

The repressed quiet gay is soft for the sunshine ADHD bi :) nice

All the ladies are alive and also making out with each other (not sure if that’s an actual trope but god it should be)

If you can find a fic of mine that doesn’t include "gentle" and/or neck touching, I’ll pay you $100

Favorite Fic(s) You’ve Written: Uh, I haven’t written very much!! Etched in the Senses was my first smut, so it has a very special place in my heart. I also really liked writing My Heart, In Its Basket of Bone because it was fun to just let myself play around after Anna (@humanlighthouse) did all the hard work! Thanks babe ;)

Fic I Spent the Least Time On: Hmm I think The Unmappable Geography of Breath (coincidentally the only DMBJ fic I don’t like enough to reread!). Maybe Bodies in Motion, Bodies at Rest since it was so short!

Shortest Fic: Bodies in Motion, Bodies at Rest! Fun as hell to write, though. Who doesn’t love crying about Sha Hai Wu Xie’s abs emotional trauma

Most Hits/Kudos:

Set Your Old Heart Free which...that fic is 8 years old, so I think it’s more a testament to the fact that it’s been around forever :’) 16 year old me is screaming?

For DMBJ it’s Autumn Showers, May Flowers, which recently topped 1,000 views??? I actually didn’t know that until I did this, which -- that is fucking insane? Thank?????

Most Comments: Autumn Showers, May Flowers, which makes sense, since the whole reason that fic has multiple chapters at all is people goading me in the comments (THANK YOU)

Fic You Want to Rewrite / Expand On: Oh mmm...probably The Unmappable Geography of Breath. It was my first attempt at writing ZQL, and I think I might approach him with more grace if I were to redo it.

Share a Bit of a WIP: Alright this is always my favorite part in other people’s so... :D Hope I can meet the hype. I have two major WIPs right now. Here is a snippet from chapter 2 of the DMBJ Star Trek AU, (Out Here Is) Wondrous, but not for the Timid:

Even gleaning the Romulan’s name had been a difficult endeavor, with Li Cu gaining very little from his furtive attempts at questioning other than the sneaking suspicion that Xiao Bai is now convinced he is nursing a hopeless crush on Liu Sang. Li Cu is the first to admit that under any other circumstances, Xiao Bai might not be wrong! However, he is currently in the middle of being kidnapped. Logic dictates that cute boys will simply have to wait.

At the reminder of Xiao Bai’s all-too-knowing look when they had passed by Liu Sang in the hallway earlier, Li Cu a tad too stiffly to be casual, our intrepid hero groans, letting his head thunk heavily down against the table in front of him.

Within minutes, however, a quick double tap on the table is rousing Li Cu from what he is refusing to admit is self pity. Not quite ready to stop drowning in his sorrows, Li Cu allows his head to loll sideways, looking up into the deep black eyes of his new table mate. As if summoned by his train of thought -- and, honestly, Li Cu wouldn’t put it past her; he has met enough fully matured Betazoids to have a healthy respect of their psionic abilities -- Bai Haotian is now sitting primly next to him, drink of her own in one hand as her free fingers continue drumming melodically on the tabletop.

Tumblr is being weird (I think the post got too long?), so I will tag folks in the replies!

#this as fun!!!#as I said not used to peope associating me ith fic #or #anything?????#I think I learned a lot about my on stuff!!!#is the star tre au turning into a LC/LS piece #I honestly do not know #dmbj #dmbj fic #tag games

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nyarisu · 4 years ago

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Many huggs to @kitthefox for tagging me ⊂((・▽・))⊃

1. Why did you choose your URL? Because favourite band :)) It was both D (well, mainly ASAGI, he’s the cat person in the band) and cats, but also Alice in Wonderland. “Nyarisu“ is a fusion of “nya“, the sound cats make in Japanese, and “Arisu“, the romanization of the name Alice.

2. Any side blogs? Of course not. I cram all my hyperfixations in one place, I can barely keep track of this one (and the tag system is shit either way).

3. How long have you been on tumblr? O ho ho~ Since 2011. 2010 if we’re counting the year I spent lurking in the ASAGI tag without having an account.

4. Do you have a queue tag? No.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? So I can better interact with/kepp track of all the D/ASAGI content around here. I think LiveJournal was either loosing its touch or I just found more things here.

6. Why did you choose your icon? Again, because favourite band: ASAGI and cats. You can’t just not love Nyasagi<3

7. Why did you choose your header? To this day I still don’t have one. I don’t even think headers were a thing back then in 2011. I never went on my own blog that much and I think this change happened sometime around 2016-2018 when I was very strongy in the book community and spending more time on bookstagram and reading books (there was a time when I didn’t spend every day on tumblr, can you believe that?? xD)

8. What's your post with the most notes? Apparently this one. Followed by these two :D (I totally forgot I made any original D posts)

9. How many mutuals do you have? I have no idea how to check this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

10. How many followers do you have? 864

11. How many people do you follow? 736 but I know many of them are dead blogs T_T

12. Have you ever made a shitpost? I never posted much to begin with, but certainly I did. I consider at least this one a shitpost XD

13. How often do you use tumblr each day? Heh. Eh, let’s not talk about that XD

14. Have you ever had a fight/argument with another blog. Who won? ... Let’s not talk about this either.

15. How do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts? If I like the thing, I reblog. If I don’t like it, I ignore.

16. Do you like tag games? Yes, of course. The fact I am really bad at doing them is another matter entierely :))

17. Do you like ask games? Yes again<3

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? I really have no idea, :)))) (actually I am too lazy to search, I wouldn’t even know where to begin from)

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual? Yes, obviously? I mean, I wouldn’t be using tumblr right if I didn’t have a crush on 2 or 10 people around here XD

tagging @hoch-rot @msgwendolenfairfax @babypaulchen and @hwbswd?

#tag game

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thethousandyearwitch · 5 years ago

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“Thankless Job”. 2589 Words, HisokaxIllumi Illumi has to work at a Burger Joint and realizes that Customer Service isnt for him. A Shitpost gone wrong, dont expect perfect english, dont expect perfect plot. kthxbye

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"You need to get a job." Those words have been ringing in Illumis ears for the past week. The way which his father had said it, so matter-of-factly, and the way his mother started wailing almost immediately, talking about "new experiences" "learning normal skills" "honest money". Illumi did not understand how the money he'd get from missions was "dishonest" money, but he also knew better than to disagree with his parents. And so he could do nothing but watch and write applications, while his brothers got assigned mission after mission. He wasn't surprised that a TOPBURGA♪ accepted his application and hired him after a short interview. The place does not exactly scream professionalism and high-class, with it's grease stained walls, the lingering small of something burning in the air, and the sound of screaming children. The sensory input was almost too overwhelming for the eldest Zoldyck son, but he knew that his pool of jobs to choose from wasn't that deep.

And so he stared at himself in the mirror while buttoning up the last button on his brightly orange shirt. The work uniform was atrocious. The shirt was too tight around the shoulders, but too wide around the waist, and was tucked into pants that didn't even reach his ankles. Gently he pulled his ponytail through the back-end of a white cap, fashioning the talking-burger logo of the chain. A last look into the mirror, going over his form, examining the working-class stranger looking back at him. That could not be him, he thought, resting his eyes on the reflection of the name tag "Iluhmi". 8:30 am. His shift starts.

The first 2 hours had been going surprisingly smoothly. Working as a cashier wasn't difficult to Illumi, he could take comfort in such a repeated, calculated task, blocking out most of everything that was going on around him, including his managers mumbling about 'customer service face'. He got the job done, and he got it done well. Mentally he was preparing for his lunch break already, wanting to breathe fresh air, leaving all the noise behind for glorious 30 minutes of silence. But suddenly Illumi felt something greatly disturbing this make believe peace he has already been looking forward to. A familiar aura, so piercing, so overwhelming, a weaker soul would be inclined to activate a fight or flight instinct that had been driven out of any and all of the Zoldyck children. There was only fight. And yet Illumi wanted to leave, not to flee, but simply to hide, to not be seen. Not like this, not by him. The doors of the small Burger joint swung open, and in came the familiar magician, brandishing is trademark grin, so perverse that Illumi felt it would be justified to call security. But he didn't, instead opting to look blankly ahead, hoping, praying that Hisoka has stumbled into this restaurant by accident, and would leave any second. Hope is for Fools and Prayer never works. Illumi was face to face with the pink-haired intruder now. "My, oh my, what a surprise to see you here, dear Illumi " It is against company policies to assault a customer. "That Uniform looks quite... Dashing on you, might I add." It is against company policies to insult a customer.

"Welcome to TOPBURGA, may I have your order please?" Maybe acting cold and rejecting would work, pretending not to even know this person (by stretch of definition). "Oh, I don't think that's a sufficient greeting for a PAYING CUSTOMER, do you? " It would not work. Illumi could tell by Hisokas widening grin and narrowing eyes that he was prepared to make a scene. Illumi cleared his throat, before digging his nails into the off-color counter in front of him, forcing himself to smile, looking Hisoka directly in the eyes. He had never wanted to murder this man this badly ever before. "Welcome to TOPBURGA♪! May I take your order, please~?" Hisoka clapped his hands together, looking pleased as ever. "Now that's the spirit! Feels wonderful to work with a smile on your face, right?" Illumi felt a piece of a soul that he think he didn't have die. Reverting back to a blank stare, Illumi coldly put in Hisokas order into the cash register, trying to block out Hisokas low purrs of "um"s and "ah"s while he was deciding on his meal. "That'll be 6.99Jennie Please."

As Illumi held out his hand to receive the cash (which was definitely not enough to compensate for what he was emotionally going through), Hisoka gently placed his hand on top of the cashiers, slowly running his nails over Illumis open palm after dropping the coins. The sensation ran shivers down Illumis spine, but surprisingly he didn't dislike it. Faintly he wondered how it would feel to have these nails run up the nape of his neck, or gently massaging his scalp. Of course Illumi would never let anyone touch his hair, much less Hisoka, who would probably get way too much joy out of it.

Quickly banning these thoughts out if his head , he handed Hisoka his order number. "Your order will be ready in a moment." Illumi wondered if he could pass a note to the cook and ask him to burn an order on purpose, as Hisoka finally took a couple steps back to lean against a wall and wait. Conveniently the business started to fill with customers, keeping Illumi busy and his mind occupied, ignoring the magicians piercing stare on him. Even as a coworker finally handed him his order, he found a table in perfect view of the counter, slowly eating fry by fry while watching Illumi work. Does he not have anything better to do? Is there no one else he can harass? Of course he's just looking, but anyone who has ever met Hisokas gaze knows that that basically counts as assault. Why does it bother me so much, anyway? Illumis thoughts were echoing in his head. Hisoka took up too much space in his mind, distractingly much. "You're being watched." The soft voice pulled him out of the echo chamber of his mind.

"Pardon?" Illumis eyes focused back on the customer in front of him, trying to process the figure in a soaked black rain coat, hood pulled over their head. The rain had started a couple minutes earlier, and as everyone who had sought shelter in the burger joint had been served, or was simply there to wait our the weather, this lone figure was the last in line. "A customer has been watching you for the past 30 minutes, he sits in the second row to the right." "Oh, him. I've been aware-" Illumis explanation cut short as the figure pulls off the soaked hood of their coat, revealing yet another familiar face. "Chrollo." "Oh, Illumi? I didn't even recognize you in that.." Chrollos eyes quickly darted over Illumis form, before letting out a small chuckle "..lovely attire." "Thank you, I've already been made aware that I look 'dashing', according to my pursuer." Chrollo leaned on the counter, and though Illumi felt proportionally more uncomfortable with the increasing number of familiar faces in this place, he did find comfort in being able to talk comparatively normal to someone for the first time today. "So, is the Zoldyck family planing to become a chain restaurant empire now?"

"Very funny." It was not very funny. "I'd prefer it if you leave this establishment. If Hisoka recognizes who you are, I feel like there is not a job for me to come back to tomorrow." Chrollo chuckled, before holding up an apologetic hand. "Understood, I will just have a water and be on my way. Though.." He quickly glanced over his shoulder "..I feel like he's already preparing to fight me just for talking to you like this. His determination in staring me down is admirable." Illumi glanced at the clock, and sighed in relief, before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. "My break has started. That'll be 1.20Jennie." Without another word, Chrollo placed the money on the counter, took his water, and waved Illumi goodbye. The hard working man at the counter was about to turn and leave for his well deserved break, when something was amiss. He froze mid-turn, glanced back at the interior of the restaurant. He's gone, he thought.

Did he see Chrollo after all? The image of Hisoka confronting Chrollo outside came to mind, but was quickly pushed aside. It was time for Illumis break, and whatever happens outside the restaurant is none of his business. Instead he grabbed his water bottle, and excused himself through the backdoor. The rain had stopped, and the sun was pushing through the thin of the clouds. The back of the restaurant was facing a small park, and a wooden bench had been set up for employees to take a break on. Illumi sat down, grateful that the bench itself had been sheltered under the roof of the building, and took off his uniform cap. A small sigh escaped him, staring away into the distance. What has my Life come to? Is this how its going to be for ever? How did Hisoka get his nails so sharp, and why does he always look at me? Is this an informal way of telling me im out of the family business? Did my fa- Wait. He caught himself mid thought. That magician had done it again, sneaking his way into the back of Illumis mind, like a maggot eating through wood. He could never, ever give him the satisfaction of knowing he had those capabilities. Illumi could practically already hear the self-satisfied purr of the other mans voice. "Whats got you thinking so hard, dear?~" The reality of that voice made Illumis head shoot up, facing the other man who was leaning casually against the wall next to him.

"None of your business." Plenty of his business. Too much of his business, actually. His smug face and awful grin and piercing gaze. "You know, I do like your hair in a ponytail like this, it frames your neck perfectly~" Hisoka reaches out towards Illumis face, but his hand is quickly swatted away, giving a fake pout at this. "Why does the eldest of the Zoldyck children degrade himself to such lowly work anyway?~"

Illumi stood up, determined to leave. He wanted peace, quiet, a clear mind, all things mutually exclusive with the presence of Hisoka. "My dear Illumi, if you really needed money that badly, you could have always come to your good friend for help~" Illumi felt his muscles twitch. He wasn't sure what to address first, that he doesn't need money that badly, or that him and Hisoka are the furthest thing from friends. "I wouldn't mind playing your boss for a while~" The magician was directly behind him, he could feel his aura lingering all over his back. Hisokas low voice purred softly behind Illumis ear "I promise you'd get your own uniform, too~" A hand was suddenly resting on the nape of Illumis neck, and index finger massaging through the small hairs that slipped out of his ponytail. For a fraction of a second, he could feel his blood come to a freezing point, forcing him to inhale sharply.

The thought of working for Hisoka was ridiculous and repulsing. Working with him was already often a strain on Illumis sanity. And now just being in his presence , so close he could swear he could hear the others heartbeat (though it was probably only his own ringing in his ear), it upset something deep inside him. The fraction of a second passes, and his blood shot up to a boil. Illumi turned around, a hand immediately pushing Hisoka back against a wall. "I have no qualms about killing you right where you stand." "I'd let you, if it would calm your nerves~" It was no surprise that the magicians grin had only gotten wider after impact with the wall, and seeing Illumis rage burn through him. Illumis hand was pushing against Hisokas throat, though one of Hisokas hands was just holding lazily onto the others wrist, making no attempt to escape his grip.

Illumi could feel Hisokas pulse through his grip, calm despite the circumstances, which only irritated him more. Neither of them break eye contact, while Illumis thoughts run deafening through his head. The past week had been more stressful than any mission could have ever been. This shift in his routine, in what is normal for him just being torn away, proved to be far more damaging than expected. Hisoka was right, his nerves needed to be calmed. His fingers twitched around Hisokas windpipe, who was still meeting Illumis gaze unblinkingly, licking his lips in anticipation. "You are a vile person. I'm sure you'd get off on it if I were to actually kill you right here." Illumis face inched close to Hisokas, not letting go off the grip around his neck. What am I doing it echoed. "We'll never find out if you don't try~" Hisokas hot breath fell on Illumis lips. Too close. Stop. His head was pulsing, and he just wanted to muffle all of his thoughts. Calm my nerves. Their Lips met, softer than expected, and suddenly Illumi felt like all of his muscles relaxed for the first time in his life. He's just helping me calm my nerves.

Hisokas free hand rested on Illumis hip, in turn Illumi released the grip around his neck, and instead wrapped his arms around the others shoulders, pulling him closer to himself. Hisokas tongue licks along the others lips, and reflex-like he opens them. Tasting him like this made Illumis head spin once again, so sickly sweet, as if he was made out of candy. One of his hands starts holding onto Hisokas hair, not pulling, but curling soft strands around his fingers, a gesture almost too soft, too kind for someone like him. In response Hisokas grip around his hips tightened. A new kind of tension tightened in Illumis chest, coiling around his throat, forcing him to finally pull away, catching his breath. He could feel all of the blood that had rushed to his head, feeling the heat flush his cheeks. Quickly he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, straightening his back. "This did not happen." "Of course not, love~" Hisoka chuckles, stepping away from the wall he had been pinned to, stretching his arms and shoulders as if he had been chained up for hours. "Don't do that. I'm not your 'love', you're a glorified stranger to me." "Oh, Illumi, you hurt me so deeply!" Another fake pout, though his eyes were sparking with scheming intent. "Guess I have to ask someone else to join me on a mission in Yorknew then~!" "Excuse me?" "Well, my dear Illumi, theres a ball in Yorknew, and some very interesting people will be there. And by pure coincidence, I have a +1. Though I can't just take any stranger with me~" Hisokas grin was all telling, the bait was all for Illumi to take. The luxury of a Ball in Yorknew, with the danger of Hisoka being present and most likely still itching to "calm some nerves"...And the escape from this thankless job. Illumi undoes his ponytail, and starts unbuttoning the badly-fitting uniform. "When will we depart, associate?" Hisoka started beaming, overjoyed at having broken down one of Illumis walls. "I'll pick you up tonight, love~"

#hisoka marrow #illumi zoldyck #hunter x hunter #fanfiction #hisoillu

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ancano · 4 years ago

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Get to know the blogger

Tagged by @lethal-liability (thank you, I love when you tag me in things :3)

1: Why did you choose your url?

I was gifted it from someone on a discord server I'm in since they weren't as active in the tes fandom anymore and were hoarding it lol im very grateful to have it!!

2: Any side blogs?

@katsudonfatale is my Yuri on Ice/anime in general blog

3: How long have you been on Tumblr?

Since like 2011/2012

4: Do you have a queue tag?

I don't use the queue enough to have one. I have exactly one queued post for a specific day and yall won't see it for almost a year.

5: Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I've had multiple blogs so uh.... my first one i started in the Invader Zim fandom to share art and fanfic. This one i started after a year hiatus just to get in touch with old friends and I've gone thru a few fandoms since then!

6: Why did you choose your icon?

Ancano is Gay

7: Why did you choose your header?

For the meme

8: What’s your post with the most notes?

These two are my top posts and yes I have to share both and not just the top one

9: How many mutuals do you have?

Uh. A lot.

10: How many followers do you have?

537 here and 138 on my sideblog. My record on previous blogs however is like 1k something

11: How many people do you follow?

168

12: Have you ever made a shitpost?

Nah. Nope. Never. None.

13: How often do you use Tumblr each day?

A few hours every day, but not nearly as much as I used to. Its till the only social media I'm active on tho.

14: Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog? Who won?

I have been in so many I can't even begin to answer this coherently. I was driven out of a fandom for have a ship that was for the majority of the fandom a NoTP, with death threats, doxxing, and so much horrible shit I would rather not recall. (The ship wasn't even problematic people just hated it cuz it went against the widely accepted headcanon)

15: How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Hate them.

16: Do you like tag games?

TAG ME IN ALL OF THE THINGS

17: Do you like ask games?

YES. I need an excuse to run my mouth.

18: Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

All of them. All of you are famous. Rock on rockstars.

20: Tagging (low stakes, if you wanna):

19: Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Thats complicated

@worldsweirdesttransgirl

@shamelessllamapeanutthing

@mellifluouslyarticulate

Do it you cowards.

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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 years ago

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Do you think we’ll ever get a S5?

Hi Nonny!

So, I’ve gotten this question asked in a variety of ways but generally boil down to this exact question, so I’m going to tackle this one first, and answer any others in regards to the actors separately because they’re a whole other can of worms.

I have answered variations of this question in the past, so you can read these if you want, but today’s answer is my most recent opinion:

Do I think there’s Going to be an S5?

Will There be a Season 5?

Is there Ever Going to be an S5?

Is it True S5 will Happen (Plus some Mofftiss Shitposting)?

Will There Be S5 and Will Johnlock Happen?

What Do You Think it’s Gonna Be About?

Do You Think it’s On Hiatus Right Now?

What Do I Think is Going On in S4 and Will There Be An S5

Will Johnlock Ever Become Canon?

Will they ever make a new season?

So you can check those out after reading this post.

In the spirit of my blog, I have two answers for you, and the “honest” answer is the one you won’t like.

That said, do you want my honest opinion or my tinhat opinion?

Tinhat opinion: Yes, because the story is incomplete; too many plot holes and S4′s sloppiness and complete 180 from the original plot is so bizarre (([THIS POST TOO])). Too many fucked up things that make me WANT to believe that it’s clever trick and all will be explained when S5 is finally done. There’s evidence that it was commissioned before S4, but I’ve had this theory very well debunked for me on this post here, and my opinions have changed a lot since that post.

Which segues into this: note I say “want to believe” up above there, though. Important wording here, because I feel like my faith in Mofftiss has essentially disappeared because of S4, since I really do enjoy theorizing and speculating and the evidence was RIGHT THERE. But what changed my mind was mainly the reactions and body language of the actors and my annoyance at the arrogance of Mofftiss acting like S4 was brilliant when no one else agrees with them.

This is where my honest opinion comes in, and this is me speaking without bias and with a heavy heart, and are MY OPINIONS, so you can take it or leave it, I don’t care. I’m not here to deflate anyone’s balloons, but Occam’s razor and all.

Honest opinion: No, at least not in the next couple years. Mofftiss kind of disregarded a large chunk of the fandom and got too cocky (Mofftiss: TFP is the best episode of the series! // Also Mofftiss: Yeah, but we’re not going to pitch it for an Emmy nomination) (Mofftiss: we can make anything and everyone will love it! // General Audience Critics: You THOUGHT so, what is this?) and the general disinterest of all the actors surrounding S5 is very telling to me (see the Buzzfeed “Ben With Puppies” interview, this interview with Martin Freeman, and this recounting of Setlock S4). Occasionally it’s brought up with Martin or Ben and they basically say “we’re on a pause”. I think Martin definitely felt really shafted the last season in favour for his ex (who is a whole other barrel of monkeys I have a lot of opinions on), with what they did to John’s character, and I don’t think he has any interest in continuing on any time soon. And Ben’s Buzzfeed “Interview with Puppies” is super telling to me, honestly (timestamp 1:34 if you want to see the part about ‘Sherlock’) – he was NOT “tee hee, I’m being sneaky” (sorry, I HONESTLY don’t know how people are seeing that response as such…), he was “ah, nope, not touching that one because what I wanted to happen and was told would happen isn’t anymore and we’ve been essentially silenced to talk about it.”

Plus Mofftiss seem convinced that this new Dracula project is their next big thing and even they seem to have lost interest in Sherlock all because they didn’t get the praise for S4 that they’ve gotten in the past. I’ve also read a long while ago that Ben is busy with his production company and Marvel for the foreseeable future AND Mofftiss have ANOTHER project after Dracula, and it’s not Sherlock (unconfirmed on this second point, it was just a mention on someone’s blog and I can’t find any articles on the other project they’re doing after Dracula).

And since I mentioned it: No, I don’t think Dracula is a “secret Sherlock thing” or “will have clues to Sherlock in it”. Yes, of course it’s going to have Sherlock Easter eggs in it – almost every showrunner has Easter eggs to their or their actors’ previous works in literally everything – but those E-Eggs will have NOTHING to do with the narrative or future of Sherlock. So, at the very least because I’m worried about everyone’s mental health, it’s already looking like Dracula’s going to be another queerbaiting mess, so please totally enjoy the show if you want, but don’t look too much into it or any E-eggs that the show has. It’s not a secret Sherlock project.

And let’s not forget the general disdain Mofftiss seems to have for their fanbase, essentially selling out because who cares about making sense, all because we criticized S4 because it didn’t make sense and called them out for their queerbaiting without an explanation of S4 [THIS ARTICLE TOO], especially after… Gatiss I think… admitted to using homoerotic subtext in the series to draw in viewership.

Even if they were doing this all to pull the ACD thing on us (essentially kill off Sherlock in a literal sense), it’s a shit way they’re going about it. To me, it feels like S4 was “revenge” for the fandom figuring out their plot before they got a chance to reveal it, because they were annoyed we figured out TAB. That, and I think certain… people… manipulated their way into having input into what they wanted and usurped Ben and Martin out of either spite or a need to be relevant. *shrugs*. But this is getting too biased, so I’ll leave it there for now.

I have mixed feelings about S4, S5, and what I want. I’ve various theories in my ‘s5 and beyond’ and ‘s4 and beyond’ tags if you’re interested in further rabbit-holing.

Listen I GET wanting to hold onto hope. Hell, I still do. But sometimes we all need to step back and look at the facts from an unbiased point of view, off of the Tumblr-sphere. I’m still a fan, as we all are, and being a fan means that you also are allowed to question things that make no sense. I really wish people would stop gatekeeping just because we all have different opinions. It’s okay to love something but know that there’s SO many problems with it (ie. Disney).

I say let it rest, and leave the fix-its to the fandom. I’m going to watch it if it ever happens, and of course I’ll start speculating again, but right now, I don’t think is the time for S5 because Mofftiss clearly have their interests elsewhere, but keep dangling the promise of more Sherlock to stay relevant.

So, TL;DR: I think if we get S5, it will be a long time from now, and I fear it will follow the plot of S4, because, like Disney with FinnPoe, Mofftiss are coming off as “passive progressive” cowards (I saw that term in a YouTube review of TRoS, and I thought it was perfect to describe them: We’ll put social issues and gays in our shows, but can’t make the leads gay for each other).

#steph replies #my thoughts #my opinions #don't matter it's just me thinking out of my ass #of course i want s5 #but i think it's better left to the fandom #Anonymous #mofftiss have no care for us #s5 and beyond #sherlock s5 #s4 shitposting #shitposting steph #passive progressive #queerbaiting

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certified-asshole · 5 years ago

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how absolutely splendid you are. i would love it too if-- when we sat in a abandoned house (haunted? even better), oh you do seem to need a bunch of blankets, and you'd have me too to keep you warm. i mean i have very sensitive teeth but never one cavity, i know when to stop eating such candy. salty? why salty? i don't like strawberry flavored snacks or drinks yet i wholeheartedly love strawberries! i never really understood why homestuck is do popular, what is it even about? your worries aren’t contagious, but if you die, then you'll leave me in a constant of grief - you know ill deny your gone, get angry when people ask about you, cling onto hope, lost that hope, then hopefully kiss your grave and leave flowers in peace like how you'd rest in peace. hehe, yes, i never understood why people don't wait for the band-aid to just fall off, they are meant to heal but people seem to be impatient. let's see... my favourite flavours i would say are chocolate too, tbh, because vanilla seems too plain and other flavors seem too extra. my favorite characters though seem to be, besides naming greek figures, are the ones of popular creepypastas. i knew this question would be asked, and let's see if i can answer, but i made you choose you out of all across tumblr because after i found you, after i looked through you blog (because i do a mini deep five just to make sure i can interact with it and can repost it so i need to follow blog with a similar aesthetic, yk?) i saw that post (you know, that one i referenced in the first ask) i thought "this could be my shot", but maybe im cling onto hope that isn't there, maybe im too miserable, my head clouds with doubt writing every ask, doubt that you won't like me, because no one in real life does, i have friends and acquaintances here who care but im still so terrifying being the ghost i am, being forgotten and lost, you are my hope. that's why i picked you. but why are you falling in love with me (yes, i read the tags), what chose you to continue on with this mystery? - blue, p.s. i also chose blue being it's my more prominent emotion besides hope

I would love it if you kept me warm because honestly I’m freezing right now. I had to have a root canal, and now I’m down 1 tooth (sucks but its cool to touch with my tongue when I’m bored). So I’m not gonna go off about Homestuck, but you should watch it! I only like strawberry candies and preserves (NOT jam or jelly because they’re too sweet for me). Honestly if I died and you did that I’d haunt you and leave lil notes around the place (like wishing you a good day by writing it on the fogged mirror after a warm shower). I have so many band-aids all over me that I barely recognize when they fall off, and when they do I put one right back on (this is both literal and metaphotical). Hun, you head is not in the clouds, and your hope from that one post is very real (it started as a shitpost but it became more real), every ask you send makes me just blossom and smile like a dummy (even though im alone in my room). I didn’t pick to fall for you, it just kinda happened and boom. It’s like that one The Fault in Our Stars quote, “love is like falling asleep, slowly, then all at once”. But for you i don’t think it’s love. It’s something more personal, more deep and connected. I feel like I know you, even though I don’t even know who you are. I mean, I know who you are, but not who you are, y’know? I choose to continue this mystery because it’s quite intriguing and fun. It’s keeping me awake, stimulating me, making me think. It’s quite interesting how something so simple can keep me so captivated. But I ask for only one thing, can I have a vague idea of what you look like, physically?

#blue anon #blue #this is so long what #im in love #exposing myself bc yikes #yikes (to me)

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a-deadly-serenade · 6 years ago

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The Shield and the Sword: Chapter 4: Light After Dark [Alucard/Reader]

You’re a witch that is skilled in herbology, one that has been persecuted by the church for practically your entire life. In spite of this, moving throughout different towns has allowed you to pick up some chatter about a woman in a village called Lupu. She is supposed to be a wonder when it comes to medicine, and this immediately perks up your interest. So after plucking up some courage, you’ve made it to her door… hoping that she takes you as her apprentice.

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True to her word, as soon as things were cleaned up in the kitchen, Lisa was leading you up to the library that had all of the medical textbooks. You went up several winding staircases and through at least a dozen hallways, and you realized, to your dismay, that you were going to have to have Lisa lead you here for quite awhile before you felt brave enough to walk here on your own.

When the both of you finally made it to an arched doorway, she pushed it open and all of the candles simultaneously came alight.

You noticed that this library was a lot smaller than the one you had been in last night, but that did not mean it was any less magnificent. The ceiling was a large glass dome that stretched up high above your heads. Small circular windows lined the north and south panes, each filled with beautiful, intricate, stained glass designs of stars and planets.

Twisted shelves covered every flat surface, filled and piled high with thick books, ancient books, books whose titles even you could not decipher. There were multiple desks that stood in front of the massive towers of books, made of rich, dark oak that shimmered almost black in the sunlight.

Parchments had been slapped on any free surface, all of them filled from top to bottom with diagrams of the human body, certain organs, or even classifications of plants and minerals. One of the most cluttered desks had piles upon piles of parchment, all of them scribbled with extensive notes. There was a large stack of quills, coated in ink, some of them looking as though the top half had snapped off. Beakers lined one corner, obviously having been scrubbed clean, as the water droplets that clung to the glass glistened like morning dew.

“I see that you’ve found my work station,” Lisa admits sheepishly. “It’s not the most organized, but its my space and where I have found to be the most productive for me.

“I was not judging you, Lisa,” you teased. “My mother certainly did not get her tidiness from my grandmother, let me tell you.”

Lisa chuckled, and walked you over to a nearby desk that had been placed nearly adjacent to hers. “This is where you will be seated whenever you need to come here and do some independent study, but when you must sit next to me, there will be a chair but beside my desk. You can also use that if you ever had any questions!”

You gave an elated smile, and ran your fingers across the smooth surface. “So,” you said. “What is the first lesson on the agenda?”

The two of you spent the rest of the morning, as well as most of the afternoon, in the library. Lisa had took the time to go over the very basics of human anatomy as a refresher, as you only had a very vague concept of the body. She wanted you to familiarize yourself with each part, and she made it much easier to remember by breaking up the body into what she called, “systems”.

There were 12 of these systems that ran throughout the human body. There was one to help you breathe, (respiratory!) one that dealt with your nerves (nervous!), and even one that contained solely your blood vessels (circulatory!). It was quite extraordinary.

She stressed that it was important for you to know all of this so that you could adequately pinpoint where the problem was and then be able to do the necessary tests to make a diagnosis.

Even when you countered that you could easily heal simple coughs or fevers with your magic, she wanted you to understand where they came from, and not just rely on your skills to be a good physician.

Luckily, when she started to touch on the treatment options available, you were much more familiar with these terms, as they were all plants! If there was one thing you knew you were capable of, it was making a good potion or tonic.

Even Lisa was impressed by your mastery of herbology, and you went so far as to offer her some tips after she gave you several samples of a brew she had been in the process of perfecting. It had been for the treatment of a respiratory infection, and after seeing the astonishing amount of ingredients Lisa had at her disposal, you offered that she add more starburrs and aloe, picking up that her potion lacked the clearing effects of getting rid of mucus, and the soothing effect patients needed for their chest tightness.

You believed that it had been an incredibly eventful day, your arms filled with an array of books and several rolls of parchment as you sat back down in front of your desk. You had chosen texts that were all about liver, not really knowing all that much about it, except, like your grandmother had stressed so many times, it takes care of all the alcohol.

Not like you had ever been too big of a fan of drinking to begin with.

You dipped your quill into some ink, and started to take some notes, your eyes widening when you read that it was capable of regenerating itself.

You had no idea how long you spent in the library, your yellow sleeves getting dotted with stray ink, with some ending up on your nose after pushing your hair out of your eyes. You had moved on from the liver, having conquered other important organs such as the big and small intestine, the appendix, and the kidneys.

Your intense focus was suddenly broken by a tapping on your shoulder, which caused you to nearly leap out of your skin.

“Whoa!” Lisa exclaimed, her hands up in surrender. “It’s only me!”

You froze, pink dusting your cheeks in embarrassment. ��Oh! I’m so sorry!” you blurted out. “I just… get really caught up in my work…” She gave you a pat on the shoulder. “It’s alright, I know what that’s like. I just wanted to see if you would like to join us for dinner?”

At the mention of food, your stomach let out a loud growl that caused you to flush while Lisa laughed.

“I guess that answers that,” she said, and while you thought you were heading to the kitchen, she instead lead you to an amazing dining hall.

A beautiful, long table was the main center of attention, its legs being dark claws that clung greedily to the plush red carpet underneath. The top was a glistening marble that glowed under the candles that hung above in an extravagant chandelier, topped by a soft red runner. Silver candelabras hung from the walls, large Renaissance paintings of food, feasts, and parties adding just the right amount of color and pop to the black and gold wallpaper.

Once again, a decadent feast adorned the tabletop and your mouth watered at the sight. There was a large rotisserie chicken topped with an array of herbs and surrounded by vegetables like potato, zucchini, onion, carrot, and squash. There were fancy cheeses, golden loaves of bread, expensive wine, and a pot of steaming homemade soup.

Lisa had made herself comfortable beside Vlad, who was sitting across his son.

Adrian already had his plate filled with his pickings, and he gave you a smile from across the room as he took a sip from his goblet, presumably of some of the red wine.

“So, Hippocrates decides to join us.” Vlad teased, biting down on the piece of chicken at the end of his fork.

Adrian burst out laughing, having to grab his napkin to cover his mouth as he entered a coughing fit.

You huffed, annoyed that Adrian found this so funny, arms folded across your chest as you sat down beside him. “I don’t see what’s so amusing,” you repeated, “He just compared me to the father of medicine. I would say that’s quite the compliment.” you stated matter-of-factly, cutting yourself a piece of chicken and pouring yourself some soup.

“She’s well-versed in the history as well,” Vlad said, a smile on his face. “Impressive.”

You grinned, shooting Adrian another glare as he continued to chuckle. The dinner was delicious, and it surprised you how quickly you had grown comfortable around Lisa’s family. It had only been a day, but you could not have felt more at home.

As you helped Adrian collect the dirty dishes, Lisa poured a coffee for herself and her husband, who gave her a kiss on the cheek as she leaned down to fill his cup.

Your eyes glazed over in happiness, filled with a small bundle of peace after witnessing such pure affection. As you turned on your heel to head in the direction of the kitchen, Vlad calling out for you stopped you in your tracks.

“Oh, little one, I almost forgot: meet me in my study before you head back to the library. There is something that I would like to discuss.”

Your voice trembled slightly as you replied, “O...oh, alright.” your arms shaking a bit as dread starting to poison that previous sensation of contentment. You snuck a glance at Lisa before you exited the room, and although you felt some relief for how calm and normal she looked, the thought of being alone in a small room with one of the most powerful vampires still made you incredibly nervous.

Even though the dishes were being taken care of in an efficient manner, you almost wished that it had taken longer so that you could stall this conversation. You tried to assure yourself that it was not over anything bad, you knew that Lisa would never willingly let you be placed in a dangerous situation. Perhaps… perhaps he just wanted to discuss something?

You nibbled on your thumbnail as you followed after Lisa, who had come over to fetch you and direct you to Vlad’s study.

It’s fine… you think to yourself. You just need to relax. I’m sure it’s nothing.

Lisa stopped in front of a doorway, and you could hear the distinct sound of a fire cracking. She gave you the indication to step inside and you took head of her invitation.

The room was smaller than others you had been in, with a large pointed chair in the middle of an ornate red carpet with intricate golden details. A portrait of Lisa holding a bouquet of white lilies hung on the wall in a beautiful frame, a large bookshelf sitting beside it, neatly filled with hundreds of books. A marble fireplace held the fire that occasionally popped and hissed as embers danced along the iron gate blocking them from singeing the rug.

Above the fireplace was another portrait, this one hung in a more oval frame, and you realized it was of Lisa, Vlad, and Adrian when he was only a baby. Your lips curled into a smile at seeing Adrian, so small and adorable, with tuffs of golden hair on his round head, held in the arms of a beaming Lisa. Vlad looked rather dashing in his suit, and he glowed with a sense of pride, one of his hands resting gently upon his son’s small shoulders.

“I’m glad that you could join me,” Vlad’s voice suddenly called out to you.

You jumped from surprise and whirled around to find him standing beside a tall mirror. You could have sworn that he had not been here a moment earlier…

He unclasped his cloak from around his neck and draped it across the top of the chair before you. His boots tapped softly against the rug, the tall vampire pouring himself a cup of tea once he situated himself.

He took a sip, a content sigh falling from his lips. “Sit,” he stated, and gestured to the small chair in front of him, a small table standing in between the both of you with an additional tea cup and a large tea kettle.

You nervously took your seat, and you fidgeted a bit, fingers twirling around a stray thread from your shirt.

Vlad poured you some tea as well, and you accepted the drink with a quiet thank you.

After several moments of silence of the both of you sipping your tea, the fire crackling behind you, he finally made to speak.

“I wanted to preface this by saying that I am in no way upset with you, if you were worried about that.”

You let out a breath you did not know you had been holding, tension releasing itself from your shoulders as he said this. “Was it that obvious?” you laughed, and he gave you a smile.

“The fact that you even came to join me let’s me know that you trust not only me, but my wife as well. I know how… well, scary, I can seem,” he chuckled. “Even if you are a witch, you are not a fool.”

You gave a sigh of relief, before you let out a quiet laugh at his statement. “I appreciate it.”

Vlad’s smile broke a little, and you saw his eyes cloud over a bit, from what, you could not tell. “You won’t appreciate what I am about to ask you. I ask you to forgive me but…” he was silent, before he leaned forward. “I need you to tell me what happened to your coven.”

Had you not been so comfortably seated in your chair, you might have just collapsed at what Vlad just asked you to do. The world seemed to crumble around you, lip trembling as you swallowed back tears. Instinctively, you shoved your hands into your pockets and pulled out a charm bag, dumping out its contents to grab a necklace that had been created around a piece of amber infused with black obsidian and flecks of rose quartz.

It had been the last birthday gift that you received from your mother, a powerful amulet of protection. You carefully put it around your neck, and allowed the stone to rest near the dip between your breasts, pressing it against your hammering heart.

You were grateful that Vlad had remained quiet during all of this, worried that you would not have been able to handle someone immediately berating you with questions.

“Take your time,” he said softly.

You gave him a nod, and after a couple deep breaths, you opened your eyes. “Thank you… for letting me collect myself. I… needed a minute…” you whispered, voice a little hoarse.

“Not at all,” his tone was calm, soothing. “If ever you need to stop, let me know. I want you to take as long as needed, you’re in no rush.”

“Thank you…” after taking one last calming breath, you started to retell your story, the story of how you lost your entire family.

“It had been at night,” you recall. “My grandmother had mumbled something about a bad feeling, as though she could sense the anger in the atmosphere. It was a dark night… pitch black, and the ocean….she churned, she was so… so violent. I had never seen the ocean look like that before. My mother simply said that a storm was coming, it was nothing more. But, I believed my grandmother.”

You took a sip of tea, lips pursed, before you continued. “She and a couple other witches, older wise women that had been in my grandmother’s original coven, were all saying the same thing, that there was an omen on the horizon, and although quite a few other witches were keen to believe them, we just thought they were saying all this because the ocean was in a fit and we could not feel the moon’s presence on us. If only… if only we had listened.

I had been asleep, before being woken up by screams… so many screams. My mother was frantically running around, I could hear her. She was yelling something at my grandmother, and then she was in my room, pulling me up and ushering me out the front door. I was so confused… I had no idea what was going on. Outside was pure chaos. There were fires as far as my eye could see, the flames licking at my face and the trees in the nearby forest. I could pick up on witches crying out spells, and we’d occasionally see the glow of protective runes being activated.

My mother had her wand in her hand… an ancient thing, made of elm… her hand was clasped tightly around mine, and as we ran, we found other families that had been calling out for any familiar faces. We eventually ended up as a group of maybe six or seven children, and five adult witches. We were nearly at the edge of the forest, where we could hide and be protected, before… before we ran into them…”

You stomach churned with disgust and your eyes welled up with tears as your pictured the men that had blocked your path to freedom. “It was a group of priests in red robes… they had these smiles on their faces…the cruelest expression that you could possibly imagine, as though they were starving cats that had happened upon a pack of terrified rats.

We tried to fight them off, but they were just too many of them… it’s as if they were hydras. Absolute beasts... and I remember…. I remember the things they did to my sisters… the horrible, filthy things they did… the tools that they had…”

Your whole body was trembling with rage, angry tears trailing down your cheeks as your gripped the edge of your seat for dear life. “My mother….” your voice faltered. “My mother…! She… she sacrificed herself! To save me!” you exclaimed, more tears leaking from your eyes.

“She and I had been one of the few who had not been captured, and… and she told me to run, to find the secret paths of the forest nymphs. We had been in good standing with them for centuries, as my coven protected both the sea and the woods that bordered our small community. So… I… I ran, I ran into those woods like she said, but…”

You gritted your teeth, voice coming out in a sob. “She didn’t follow me… a barrier materialized right before my eyes, shimmering like gold. It had been a barrier of protection… the last act of selflessness that my mother performed before being captured. I… I wanted to go back, to try and save her, but…. I ran. I ran… and ran until I could not breathe and collapsed under a tree… dirty, tired, and… so…. helplessly... alone.”

Your vision blurred as tears cascaded down your face, a strangled gasp leaving your throat as your began to cry. “They took everything from me…everything.” you heaved, a disdainful look in your eyes as you sat back in your chair. “Pray tell, what kind of God would let his servants kill innocent women and children?”

Vlad’s dark red eyes shone dangerously in the firelight, hands clasped together as he formed a steeple with his fingers. “I have discovered throughout my hundreds of years on this planet, that mankind is nothing more than a miserable little pile of secrets. Scared little things that would rather destroy and chalk up phenomena they do not understand to the metaphysical.”

He leaned forward and placed a strong grip on your shoulder. “I am terribly sorry for all of the loss that you have suffered at the hands of ignorant, scared little men. Your mother was a brave woman, a strong woman. I’m sure you are very proud of her and the rest of your coven.”

You nodded your head. “Yes… I often find myself filled with such rage that I can barely think… but I lived with the nymphs for some time, and they helped me channel these feelings of resentment into something constructive. It was through their teachings that I became so well-versed in the knowledge of herbology.”

“You are very wise not letting this hate consume you. Too many times have I seen good, honorable men fall under the spell of this deadly obsession,” Vlad said, as he released your shoulder and poured more tea into your cup.

Thanking him, you take a large gulp, only now just realizing how dry your throat had become. “If it would not be too presumptuous of me to ask,” you began. “Do… would it be alright if I headed to the library? I need to clear my head.” you confessed, a strained smile on your visage.

Vlad nodded, his large hand going to ruffle the hair on the top of your head. “You did very well, little one. My only wish is that you do not stay up all night working, for I know how easy it is to lose track of time when immersed in your studies.”

“I will make sure to head to bed at a… reasonable hour,” you said, thanking Vlad for his kindness once more, before you headed back to the library.

Your mind was so abuzz with thought that it was difficult for you to concentrate. It was almost as if you were in a thick fog, uncertain of where to go. As you sat down in front of your desk, you were thankful that Lisa kept a stash of scented candles around to dull the smell of stale old books.

With the flick of your finger you had lit the wick of a candle that had reminded you of fresh rain, pulling out books on the brain and known diseases, topics you knew would be complicated enough to keep you stimulated and wash away the unwanted memories.

The moon hung high in the sky, her bright white rays resting upon your shoulders as you scribbled down notes on a spare bit of parchment. You could sense her as she moved across the sky, an obvious indication of how long you had already been at work.

As she continued her slow trek across the night, you could feel your eyelids grow heavy, but you tried pushing through the exhaustion.

Just let me finish this last sentence…!

Your body won over this battle against your brain, your eyes slipping shut and head resting against your arms as sleep fell upon you.

Something… something was tugging on your hair.

Was it morning already? Had you really slept the entire night at your desk? Well, that’s embarrassing--

“Excuse me?”

That didn’t sound like Lisa.

You groaned, body cracking and muscles aching as you rose from your sleeping position. You rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand, before you went to massage your sore neck. To your surprise, there was no one around you. So, who had said that--?

“Excuse me!”

You felt another tug, and you whirled around to find… a fairy.

“A fairy?” you exclaimed.

“How rude!” she snapped, hands on her hips. “The name is Aria, thank you very much!”

She could not have been any bigger than a children’s doll, and one could have almost mistaken her for one, with her porcelain white skin and big blue eyes. She had long blond hair that shone like strands of gold in the low candlelight, and she sported a blue dress with a slit down the middle fluttered that around her legs, which were covered by tiny white boots. Sprinkles of fairy dust trailed from out of her wings, beautiful little things that looked almost like a dragonflies.

“Aria, huh?” you said. “What brings you here? I would think that someone such as yourself would rather be outside in the woods than in some dark castle?”

“I live here!” she shouted.

“Really?” you drawled, surprised at her answer.

“Do not speak to me as though I am a child, witch.” she hissed. “My master wanted to come in here to study, and what do I find? You, asleep at a desk!”

“Master?” you repeated.

“She means me.”

Adrian makes himself known from a nearby corner in the room, lounging lazily against an empty desk.

Aria flew over to where he stood, and then pointed at you. “I was making sure that you would have a nice, quiet place to practice, and I find her in here!” she shouted.

“Guess I can venture a guess and say that she’s not a fan of me?” you ask, getting up out of your seat and stretching out your sore muscles.

“She means well,” Adrian said, and walked over to join you where you stood, a tome tucked under his right arm.

Aria plopped herself onto his shoulder, her tiny hands grasping at his long locks of hair, humming quietly as she busied herself by braiding several strands.

“She certainly has an attitude,” you snap, and give her a smirk as she sticks her tongue out at you. “What’s this I hear about you coming in here to “practice”? You do know that this is the library dedicated to medical science?”

“Of course. I came up here to practice my healing magic.” Adrian responded, and opened the book he had with him. It was a magical tome, one that was written specifically about healing spells.

Your eyes widened at the sight and you made to grab it to look through it yourself, but Adrian quickly snatched it away before you could do so.

“Don’t be childish,” you grumbled. “I just want to flip through it. I will give it right back. If anyone knows a thing about healing spells, it’s me.”

“You’re not the only one who knows magic in this castle.” he challenged.

“Oh really?” you snapped back. “Well, if you’re so confident, why don’t you show me some of this magic?”

You noticed that his eyes widened slightly at the test, but he gave you a confident stare as he put down his book and ordered Aria to take a seat on your shoulder-- much to her dismay.

“So, what have you got for us?” you questioned.

“I’ve recently mastered the skill of transmutation.”

A whistle rang out from your lips. “Now that is some impressive magic. Only witches vying for the title of supreme have been able to pull that off.”

Adrian smirked. “Well then, all the more impressive that I can do this.” he said, and closed his eyes.

For a moment, he stood there, completely still, before he flitted out of view, as though you were trying to focus your vision. In a second, he reappeared on the opposite side of the room, a triumphant grin on his face as Aria started cheering and doing loops in the air.

“See?” he cried, clearly proud of himself. “What did I tell you?”

He disappeared again, only to reappear in front of you. “Seems as though I am magically gifted as well.” He vanished before you could say anything, but you knew that this cockiness would do nothing but bite him in the ass.

Karma came much quicker than you expected, for the third time he tried to transmutate, he ran straight into one of the bookshelves, causing a pile to tumble on top of him as he collapsed onto the ground.

Try as hard as you might, but you could not suppress the laughter that bounded out of you after seeing this. Your voice rang throughout the library, arms clutching at your sides as you absolutely lost it.

You could hear Aria yelling how rude you were before she raced off to try and help Adrian, but you couldn’t care less. A tear managed to slide down your cheek, and you wiped it off, finding it ironic that you were crying out of happiness, when a mere few hours ago, it had been tears of utter sadness.

Aria was trying her best to get the books off of him, but they were much too heavy for her. She nearly dropped one onto his foot, before you caught it within your grasp.

“Let me help you with that,” you said, offering Adrian your hand.

He looked up at you and accepted your assistance, his chilled skin causing goosebumps to run across your arm.

You hoisted him back up on his feet, a slight flush on your cheeks when you realized how close the both of you were. You immediately relinquished your grip and took several steps back, laughing nervously.

“Transmutation, huh? I mean, even I can’t do that! So, that was pretty impressive! Well, before… you know…” you trailed off awkwardly, shying under his intense gaze.

He suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, the sound causing your heart to skip a beat and butterflies to flutter in your stomach. It was strange, seeing this stoic, composed man act so… so human.

“I’m glad that you appreciated the show,” he said, running his fingers through his hair to settle himself down. “Even if it ended in utter disaster.”

“That’s alright,” you replied. “It took me quite a while to master my pyrokinesis. Whenever I would practice, I usually ended up setting something on fire. Oh, there was this one time, I accidentally lit my mother’s ceremonial robes on fire,” you cringed at the memory, but gave a smile small as Adrian laughed. “It just takes practice.”

“Practice…” he hummed. “As much as Aria can try and argue against this, my original intentions for coming up here were to ask if you could help me in the practice of magic.”

“What?!” Aria shrieked. “Master Alucard, surely there is no need for you to--” she was silenced by Adrian putting a finger against her mouth, the fairy glaring at him before she stomped her foot and landed on his head in a huff.

“Surely you must have gotten some practice at your mother’s clinic,” you said, as you recalled Vlad and Lisa’s conversation on Adrian once working there.

He grimaced at the mention. “Yes… well, I did want to earn some experience helping her there, but after a particularly nasty incident, mother thought it best if I remain at home in pursuit of my studies.”

“Would you mind telling me what happened?”

“It’s not an embarrassing memory,” he said. “It’s merely that… well, I had been helping mother for two weeks or so, and things had been going fine. It was not until this woman walked in, that things started to take a sour turn.”

Your eyebrows raise in piqued interest. “Woman?”

“She came in with an infected leg, a nasty thing, one look at it would tell you as much. I asked her what had happened, and she told me that she had received a cut while working one day, and instead of cleaning and wrapping the wound… she had tried cutting out the small infected tissue, which of course, only made it worse.”

“What?” you gasp, completely boggled.

“Exactly!” Adrian exclaimed. “I was completely dumbfounded after she told me this, and I asked her why she would do such a thing. She said that’s what her neighbors had told her to do, and that she had merely come to me for some sort of tonic to dull the pain until it healed.”

“At that point, it would have made the most sense to cut it off.” you commented.

“I was thinking the same thing, but she just kept insisting that it was not serious and it was going to go away on its own--!” he let out a frustrated growl as he told the story. “One thing led to another and, well, we got into a rather heated argument. I was this close to losing it before mother stepped in and took care of the situation.”

You looked up at Adrian, a small smirk on your face. “When you say “heated argument”, does that mean you said something to her? I don’t think Lisa would essentially kick you out for debating with a belligerent patient.”

Adrian went quiet, his gaze darting away from you as he cheeks flushed a very faint pink. “I… may or may not have called her an “insolent fool”, one who’s lucky she’s alive believing that kind of codswallop.”

You nodded, as giggles threatened to erupt from your mouth. “That’ll do it.”

Adrian looked back down at you, and that was game over, the two of you bursting into a fit of raucous laughter.

“Oh, please don’t tell me that those are the kinds of people I’ll be dealing with,” you said, as the both of you began the walk to your bedrooms.

“Thankfully those are the outliers. Most of the villagers that come in are very nice,” he said. “They were very grateful that my mother was there, for every other person they had come across claiming to be a physician was nothing more than a crazy old woman who promised that drinking a brew of leaves and acorns would cure their rhumatismes.”

“Lisa is such a wonderful and smart woman… I’m so grateful that she’s accepted me into your home.” you said, and gave him a bright smile. “I’ve only been here a day, but I feel so at home here… as though I’ve finally found my place.”

He returned your smile, and stopped as you find yourselves in front of your bedroom door. “You never answered my question.”

Your eyes flitted up to look at him, and they twinkled with mischief as you rocked back and forth on the soles of your feet. “You really want to learn more about magic?”

He nodded. “My father is a powerful sorcerer, and I think your teaching, combined with his advice, will be able to help me perform at my full potential.”

“Alright,” you replied, without missing a beat. “I will help you, but! You better make sure to dial that arrogance down a couple levels when we’re together. If you’re not willing to listen, you will learn nothing.”

“Understood,” he said and took a hold of your hand, lifting it to his lips so he could place a kiss along your knuckles. “Rest well, then. I will see you in the morning.”

Your heart hammered in your chest, hand hanging limply at your side as he disappeared down the dark hallway with Aria trailing silently behind him. You felt light on your feet as you danced over to your bed, feeling excited at the prospect of teaching the son of darkness all of your magical secrets.

Yeah, you thought. I’m definitely home.

author’s note: hehehehe SURPRISE!!! >:3 i got TWO chapters written today!! i hit such a good stride, that i thought: why not write two chapters? so that's what i did!! you get some more backstory in this one, and some cute moments with adrian. afterall, this IS an adrian/reader fic. oh! and shoutout to my friend morgan!! she's the one who came up with aria's name, who's based off of the fairy familiar in symphony of the night!! give her a follow @princessmorgan. she's super talented!! i hope you enjoyed this chapter lovelies!! i promise the next update won't come in 4 months ;w;

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heleneplays · 6 years ago

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Congratulations!! And thank you so much for mentioning me and for your sweet words even if I don't think I deserve them because I...didn't do anything?? ;; But anyway, once again- THANK YOU aaaa ;;

agdhfkfkfkf HONESTLY, YOU NEVER KNOW BUT YOU DID ME A LOT-- YOUR ART, ALONG WITH @elite4steffi , @neonbluewaves , and @itscami-art WAS PRIMARILY HOW I GOT BACK TO DRAWING DIGITALLY????

I came to the fandom around late December last year and the first thing I saw that was featured in the tags was chibi Silaxiv and I???? fell in love all over again!!!!

The way how lively and brilliant she shone made me wish I had time to draw in a way like that and????? and then so much more mcs popped up, everyone was having fun and i said to myself: "I should try making something."

by then I was 2 years out of practice because depression took me hard, taking me away from arts and everything i used to love over... even shipping lost its appeal--

AND YET

the fandom just basically shovelled all that sudden want and soulful wishing to energy i now use to art???? or as i call it, shitposting semi-regularly ahdjfkgkflf

Sometimes I still slip back and basically have no energy for anything, much less draw, but everytime i see the bright faces of everyone's characters... helps me think that i can let the day pass.

Which is also why I decided to make the modern au mc hangout blowout bc everyone. LITERALLY EVERYONE. has no idea how much your contents have touched my heart and soul, even at the most disappointing of days.

anyways shut up and take my love!!! I know its paltry but it's all I have!!!

#like i said in the ravenclaw mcs post you guys have no idea how much a gift you are to me and thats where i'm standing on #sorry this is long but i had to get it off my chest so #replies #answered asks #@ladycibia #mod lee speaks #mod lee answers #also sorry for sayin u to shut up pls know ily

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turtle-steverogers · 7 years ago

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I Am More Than Memory (part 2/3)

yah there’s gonna be a party three that’s al centric

this is part two to this

this is eh sorry i had a lot of caffeine

ships: sprace, platonic spalbert,,,spralbert??

editing: no im quaking in my baby seal designer boots

warnings: well race is dead,,uh mental health issues

Spot stood up, staggering backwards, only to be steadied by a hand on his back. He whirled around to see Race, standing behind him, concern written on his face.

Race pulled his hands away from Spot abruptly when he saw him flinch, “Spot? Hey, what’s goin’ on?”

Spot shook his head, eyes wide as Race took another step closer to him, “I-I dunno,” Spot stammered, reaching out a hand towards Race, only to be stopped by a hand on his bicep. He jumped, the hand retracting quickly as he turned around to see Albert standing there, arms raised as if he were about to grab Spot. But Spot didn’t want him to touch him. He didn’t want anyone to touch him. He wanted Race. He wanted to go home.

“Race,” He breathed, looking back at his husband, “Can we go home now? I don’t wanna be here anymore.”

“Spot,” Albert started to say something, but Spot zoned him out as Race spoke.

“Of course, love,” He smiled comfortingly, “I’m proud of you for comin’ out at all.”

“Spot, look at me,” The hand was back and Spot winced, raising his head slowly to look at Albert. He could see Race hovering nervously in his peripheral.

“You need to come back to us,” Albert was speaking softly, “He’s not there.”

“Shut up,” Spot snarled, sudden anger unfurling in his gut, “I didn’t even wanna fuckin’ come tonight. Leave me alone.”

He turned, storming out of the bar, Race hot on his heels.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked, running a hand down Spot’s arm as they climbed into a taxi. Spot shook his head, leaning into the touch.

“Aight, shhh, baby, I’m right here,” Race soothed, pressing a comforting kiss to Spot’s forehead. They didn’t speak the rest of the ride back to the apartment, only acknowledging each other again once they were in the safe confines of their bedroom. Spot felt involuntary tears pricking the backs of his eyes and he slid to the floor next to their bed, reaching up to grab at his hair.

“Sean, baby, don’t do that,” Race murmured, dropping next to him and tugging his hands away from his head, “I’m right here for ya. I’m here, love, I’m not goin’ anywhere.” He continued to murmur soft nothings into Spot’s hair as he tried to calm down, savoring his husband’s warm embrace.

“Your phone’s ringin’,” Race muttered after Spot’s cries had reduced to hiccups, “It’s Al.”

“Tell him to fuck himself,” Spot snipped, refusing to move from his comfortable position.

“You know I can’t do that,” Race said.

“I know,” Spot said, sadly as his phone rang a second time. He groaned, reaching down to grab his phone.

He picked up, but didn’t say anything.

“Spot?” Albert’s worried voice sounded through the speaker, “Are ya there?”

Spot still didn’t answer and Albert continued, “Can ya come let me in, please?” He paused, “I want to help you.”

Fed up, Spot stood and crossed to the front door, hesitating before opening it, “What,” he demanded.

Albert pulled pulled his phone away from his ear, hanging up as he gave Spot a once over, softening, “I’m sorry,” he said, pocketing the phone, “Can I come in?”

Spot sighed, glancing at Race behind him, who shrugged, “I guess,” Spot said holding open the door wider for Albert to walk through. They sat on opposite ends of the couch, Spot still shaking in his seat. Race perched himself on the chair adjacent to the couch, watching his old best friend and husband concernedly.

“Are ya out of your meds?” Albert asked, cutting straight to the point.

Spot flinched, “Yeah.”

“Since when?”

“I don’t know.”

“You needa take ‘em,” Albert pushed, “They’re helpin’ you.”

“S’not like I wanted to run out,” Spot mumbled, not making eye contact with Albert.

“Why didn’t ya get more?”

“I forgot.”

“Forgot or refused?”

Spot was silent. He truly had forgotten, but part of him didn’t want to pick up his next description. Taking them meant Race wasn’t there.

“I miss him too, ya know,” The soft, almost pitying tone was back, “I know what it’s like. I know that it hurts.”

“Do you?” Spot said, anger returning to his tone, “Do you know what it’s like to wake up everyday to find your bed empty where it should be full? Do you know what it’s like to lose a part of you? He was my everything, you can’t possibly know what it’s like to-“

“I do,” Albert snapped, stopping Spot’s stream of fury, “I was in the car, Sean, I watched him die, too. He was my best fuckin’ friend.”

“But you didn’t kill him!” Spot shouted, standing.

“Neither did you,” Albert shot back, eyes glinting, “I was an accident.”

“But if I had just seen the truck,” Spot choked out, tears returning, “If I had just stopped.”

Albert let out a frustrated huff, “Spot, it wasn’t your fuckin’ fault,” He closed his eyes to compose himself, reaching for Spot, who recoiled, “Can I touch you?”

“No.”

Albert scrubbed a hand down his face, “Listen, I want to be here for you, I want to help. You were doin’ so well.”

Spot looked down in shame and Race clicked his tongue, “He still is doing well, Al, lay off.”

“We can work this out together,” Albert continued, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Neither am I,” Race added.

“You don’t want me to be happy,” Spot said, voice dangerously low, “He makes me happy and you want him gone.”

“I want you to be healthy,” Albert said, “He isn’t healthy.”

Spot sat back down, resting his head in his hands.

“Look at me, Spot,” Race said, kneeling beside him, “I’m right here, baby, it’s okay.”

“This isn’t good for you,” Albert said, kneeling on his other side, “Don’t you want to get past this?”

“No,” Spot said, voice cracking, “I want him back.”

“I do too, we all miss him.”

“But you don’t know,” Spot said, shaking his head, “You don’t get it.”

“I’m hurting, too.”

“Not like me.”

“Spot, look at me, baby,” Race muttered, “Look at me.”

“I don’t like to see you hurtin’.”

“Then get out.”

“Sean, don’t shut me out,” Albert said, firmly.

“No, leave me the fuck alone.”

“You think it doesn’t hurt me every fuckin’ day too? Do you know what I’d do to get my best friend back?”

“Spot, love, I’m here for you.”

“You think I’m not broken knowin’ I get to finish school without him? Knowin’ he’ll never dance with me again?”

“Spottie, look at me.”

Spot clamped his hands over his ears, trying to block out both voices, but they persisted.

“I know I’m not hurtin’ in the same way, Sean, but I’m hurtin’.”

“I love you, baby, I’m not goin’ anywhere. I’m not leaving ya.”

“Stop it,” Spot burst, standing abruptly, “Both of you shut the fuck up, I-“

He looked wildly between Race and Albert, trying to stop the weight that was threatening to consume his chest. Everything was too much all of a sudden and he whimpered, eyes darting around the room for an escape. He shook his head, biting his lip to hold in the sobs that threatened to escape him as he grabbed his jacket from its hook, leaving the apartment and slamming the door behind him.

Albert heaved an unsteady breath, realizing for the first time that he was shaking. The familiar lump that had permanently manifested in his throat since the accident rose and he pressed the backs of his knuckles to his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” He forced out, “I’m so sorry.”

Race sat down next to him, placing a hand on the back of his neck, like they used to do when one of them was upset, “I know.”

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mattved · 6 years ago

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On blogging, again

Everybody makes a mistake from time to time, and the junction came where I gotta admit belonging to that exact domain. My blog went through about as many changes in platform as it had posts. (Everybody sometimes exaggerates, right?)

So I am here today to give an account on journey of my content across individual platforms, outlining their upsides and downsides and ranting about my fuckups leading to choosing them.

The Beginnings: Blogger

One of the most popular blogging platforms of the 90s offered two gates of entrance to your Google-hosted website: Hitting an URL, either name.blogger.com or your own domain, and being discovered through hub of all Blogger articles, featuring the most popular favorite-tag-relevant along a fulltext search. Both obviously played role in googlability and building an on-line brand.

It seemed to work for a while. I was getting units of traffic from people and crawler hits every now and then. With keywords including my name and username, I slowly made it to the first page of results in Search and DuckDuckGo, pushing the pamphlet article about a person of my name dying at the age to the second, and enabling to compete with identically named photographer for #1. The latter, I unfortunalely did not make. And am obviously mad about it.

The problem was that Blogger lacks some cool features of the modern web. To this day, you are limited to a raw/wysiwyg HTML editor, forced to do more clicking than real writing. Uploading images was a completely separate activity from the writing process and involved browsing filesystems three times before inserting one into the article.

Besides, people no longer visit the article hub, making it useless for anything than that SEO aspect mentioned earlier, and professing the site's backend obsolescence with the a searchbar included along the top edge by default. Of course you can hide it through creation of custom theme including a CSS tweak, but that is just more hassle. Besides, you are not really allowed to do much other than raw CSS to manipulate the site's looks. And the loading times of some articles were just horrible, especially when the engine attempted to apply analytics tools on embeded content, often causing its failures to even load.

And even though Blogger was my big love for the early posts and I stayed for almost 9 months with it, these aspects had driven me elsewhere. Somewhere I was in control of both my content, looks, and structure of the homepage.

The Techie Period: Webhosting

I had rented a cheapo webhost my friend and I had been using for ages as a platform for our various PHP projects the history of which ran all the way to our sweet boarding school development sessions, which were known throughout the staff hierarchy and occassionaly lifted the curfew imposed on us by the system.

Since I was now able to do whatever I wanted with the whole base, many experiments were done and a lot learned in the process. I even made a switch to self-hosting everything on my very own BananaPi webserver, gaining a lot of sysadmin skills.

May I write, please? Wordpress

So many people love wordpress, since there is a massive ecosystem around it, with so many commercially available themes, wonderful plugins, and an open-source base. But I was not overly excited about having somebody else's work showed off on my little personal site. I wanted to build my personal brand and allow myself to be actually proud of it.

But the time it takes even a fairly skilled webbie to get into the zipped-theme format with about as many files as a fresh core linux installation has is not the shortest. And the tweaks always seemed to break whatever I was trying to customize. I sure could've had a blog in no time, but getting to something I'd be happy with was a question of becoming fairly expert in the wordpress ecosystem, which is honestly not worth it, unless you wanna capitalize on it as soon as you can. Besides, there is no certainty in how long such profession would remain relevant. And there is all the Filipinos beating you in sales.

Wordpress is really not for you if you want to give individualist impression. After about a month, I deleted the folder.

This is actually fun! Anchor CMS

Real perfection for those who know pure PHP and want to build a unique site really quickly. It is also where I first encountered markdown outside of GitHub. And it had been my platform for over a good year and a half.

But my audience disappeared entirely. The search engine performance remained, true that, but that was about it and it seemed that some social network marketing was necessary. And even though I do have some outreach on Facebook and Instagram, I consider these to be purely personal devices, that I give public limited access to. So in spite of my general satisfaction with the workings of my wonderful brown colored design featuring many elements enriching the text, I now understand that this alone just won't cut it. And maintaining the website along with a different platform is just not something I have time to do.

So long, my love. I'll pull you out once I'm famous enough. I'll rebuild you on something less outdated than Anchor.

Taking it seriously: Medium

The problem here is that I rarely react to immediate news. Because I am long-term oriented individual aware of the self-adjusting nature of running averages of almost anything. And it doesn't even need to be on index-based variables. Because yes, I do believe that all functional relationships have some sort of equilibrium. Logical or strictly endogenous.

Besides, Medium is filled with... well, media. Wide-readership accounts shitposting five times a day in order to maintain audience, especially of those behind the paywall, who may even consider that the media they are paying for through means other than advertizing are more reliable as a source of infromation.

Yes, I went through the grind of migrating my entire blog to this site, copy-pasting almost everything and adhering to that non-markdown article editor, which made me feel well in the very beginning. It made it a no-bullshit platform after all.

I even wrote one medium-exclusive post, which is never gonna be on Tumblr as I managed to delete it along with my entire account days after doing all the hard work.

Medium is a great concept badly executed. Adios.

Terminal station: Tumblr

At least so far. I may be giving up on fully custom theme for a short time or I may be on a retreat. I may have decided to use an exclusively ad-based platform (at least I can remove ads on my personal tumblr, if not in the feed.

I don't like that there is very little original content on here, but I might soon benefit from reblogs. I don't plan to reblog a lot myself, unless I find a post to be five-star. But I will always like whatever feels appropriate and amazing. And I am always happy to stay in touch with any number of followers. Because some audience is better than massive audience. And I can get at least some feedback here. Hit me, guys. I'm posting for my own benefit and hope somebody will take time to read and reflect on what I am about to post here.

I even plan to switch back to the slightly more interesting topics, showing off my knowledge and passing it on.

Wish me luck ^^

#blogging #tech #platforms #blogger #wordpress #medium #tumblr #upsides #reflection

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