#I OBSESSED WITH HIS LIL FANGS IN THE ANIME!!!!!! | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

bbyquokka · 8 months

Text

12:04 am (hhj)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | timestamp, smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | vampire hyunjin, human reader, established relationship, consumption of blood (hyunjin feeds), vampire bites, cock warming. ( if i missed any, lmk! )

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 1k ~ ( 1,041 )

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 | i've been playing a lot of baldur's gate 3 (can you guess who i'm obsessed with trying to romance 👀) and ig it inspired this lil thing? idk, i wanted to write vampire stuff soooooo

♡ m.list — ♡ you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

his unusually soft hands holding your hips. his sharp nails digging into the skin, threatening to break the skin and make you bleed. his pale white skin looking ethereal in the shimmering moonlight. his white, shoulder length hair that's half up, half down flowing with the gentle and cool breeze.

to a passing stranger, it simply looks like two normal humans making love under the moonlight after a date but oh no–this is much different.

his eyes shut tightly, plump lips parted as he moans your name in between the short, laboured breaths. his teeth all seem normal, human almost, aside from the two sharp fangs that threaten to pierce the skin of your neck at any moment.

he loves you and you love him but neither of you should succumb to such feelings. humans and unnatural creatures intertwining with one is almost like a curse. but you taste so sweet and sound so sinful to him. your skin heats his cold, pale skin. your blood is so sweet, it's like drinking honey straight from a beehive.

he rescued you. he found you in the woods one night whilst on a hunt. he smelt your blood from a mile off and rushed to the scene, hoping to feast. he didn't expect to stumble across your passed out body, bruises and cuts decorating your skin.

you were running from something; but what exactly? a bear? a hungry wolf perhaps, either way hyunjin saved the questions for later–he had more pressing matters to worry about.

he smelt your blood but so did the other vampires in the vicinity. he doesn't know why but he scooped you up and carried you to his lair. he cared for you, nursed you back to health. when you awoke, understandably you were terrified to be face to face with a vampire.

but hyunjin felt different. he showed compassion which most vampires don't. majority of them look at humans and think ‘food!’ but hyunjin. he held no matter how tough it got for him. he let you stay with him until you had enough strength to fend for yourself but you both grew very close to one another and the thoughts hyunjin was having of feasting on you, shackled him with guilt.

he feasted on deer's, wolves and bears but his insatiable hunger burnt. it clawed its way at him, desperate to be fed what he wants the most and that's you. he's smelt your blood, he cared for you and knows what it looks like and, to him, it looks so delicious.

one day, you offered him your wrist. he's been feasting on nothing but animals for weeks, he's not getting what he needs. the hunger, the thirst; it burns. you found him on his knees in his bedroom in a cold sweat, panting. you didn't recognise him and it scared you.

his fangs on full display. hair sticking to his skin and his red eyes blown out, captivating you and shackling your feet to the floor with fear. he came crashing onto you as soon as you gave him the ok to feast on your wrist. the first time hurt and you were left weak and dizzy for days but the more you allowed him to feast on you, the more you got used to it.

“look at me.” you whisper as you cup his cheeks. his eyes slowly flutter open revealing those blood red pupils you love. “so beautiful.”

“says you. you look gorgeous underneath the moonlight. your skin is so pretty. i'm two thousand years old and i've never felt more alive.”

“s-sh.” you mumble before moaning as he thrusts into you from below. he sits up and wraps his arms around your back, holding you close to his pale chest. his body is decorated in deep scars and old battle wounds. two distinct circle scars on his own neck indicating that he once was human.

“yn, i'm hungry.” he whispers as he eyes the flesh of your neck. he can feel and hear the blood pumping through your veins. he wants it. he wants a taste.

“do you want my wrist, hyun?”

“no. i want more.” you swallow and look at him. puppy dog eyes, those eyes you can't resist. he sticks his bottom lip out in a pout and whines softly. “please?”

“you know i can't say no when you look at me like that.” you mumble. hyunjin grins, his fangs showing. he stills his hips, allowing your warmth to pleasure him.

you tilt your head to the side, extending your neck as hyunjin holds onto the other with his hand. his cold yet oddly hot palm setting your own skin on fire. he brushes his lips against your flesh as he inhales your sickly sweet scent that he's been addicted to since day one.

he grazes his teeth along the skin. you hold your breath as his fangs scratch the surface. he gives your neck a soft and gentle kiss before his fangs penetrate the skin.

you whimper in pain. the stinging sensation tingling up your spine and to your fingertips. the air being knocked out off your lungs as you gasp. you grip onto hyunjin as you squeeze your eyes shut. hyunjin's penis twitches inside of you as he drinks your sweet nectar. every pool of blood coats his tongue in a sweet and savoury taste making him want more.

he's addicted and it's dangerous. he could easily drink you dry. with each passing second, you feel your blood leaving your veins. your head dizzy and lightheaded, eyes fluttering shut slowly as all your strength depletes from you.

hyunjin drinks and he drinks some more. his penis twitching and orgasm threatening to hit him. he groans, his grip on you tightening. more is all he thinks about. more more more more!!!

“h-hyun jin…” you choke out. he snaps out of it, pulling from your neck quickly. he cups your cheeks gently, blood coating his lips and the tips of his fangs.

“yn?! oh fuck! yn, are you ok?!”

“fine. i'm fine.” you say with a weak chuckle. hyunjin chews his lips, watching as you reach up and wipe away the blood from his lips.

“vampires are so messy.”

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 (𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍) | @bintificreads ; @oshimee ; @septicrebel ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer ; @lilquokka04

298 notes · View notes

princessofxianle · 4 months

Note

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

well THANK YOU for asking, you are the first to!

tbh ive been meaning to do this on my main blog bc I take these wayyy too seriously lol but ANYWAY heres my top 10 faves (in no particular order) that I can think of (tbh theres prob more i forgot about, or i wanted to keep only 1 per fandom... except tgcf)

Huge Spoiler Warning: for ALL of tgcf, 2ha, aot, AND JJK MANGA!!!

1. Feng Xin (tgcf)

do i even need to explain this one? loyal to a fault, just a cute lil puppy, one hell of a sculpted archers back, and he's head over heels in love with Xie Lian (but tbh same) i have a lot of thoughts about him on a daily basis on this blog (and also theres the #fx backstory au tag)

2. Noé Archiviste (the Case Study of Vanitas)

MY BABY

the absolute bestest boy of EVER... with a LOAD of unprocessed trauma (yknow the typical stuff like seeing your childhood bff get decapitated in front of you) and a lot more to come once we find out how he kills his boyfriend best friend, Vanitas...

i ALSO think about him a lot but over on @noes-pillow

3. Sejanus Plinth (The Hunger Games: tbosas)

hated reading as a child... HATED it... picked up the og trilogy when i was 12 and i was a goner. The funny thing is i still hated reading for YEARS up until i picked up the prequel novel then in 2020, and now ive read all of tgcf, 2ha, and more fanfic than i could ever imagine... all because this stupid boy (i love him) chose to trust the WORST person as his friend, rip sejanus my baby

the movie is v good btw, if you havent seen it you should

4. Xie Lian (tgcf)

*Taizi Dianxia Fang Xin Guoshi General Hua Xie Lian*

how this man survived 800 years of being physically unable to die and never went insane is a mystery i will never be able to fully comprehend (aaand im in love with him... hmm i wonder why...)

5. Mihael "Mello" Keehl (Death Note)

the chocolate-addicted blonde boi that was my first anime crush... by proxy I must also add Mail "Matt" Jeevas because they are a package deal

these two are also the reason i started writing fanfic so they will ALWAYS hold a special place in my heart

6. Xue Meng - (2ha)

*sigh* he's just everyone's fav peacock (yes technically the image is XM 0.5 but he had a cool ass bird so im using this photo bc its COOL anyway...) mengmeng is another one of my trauma bois who has lost next to everything and yet is STILL kicking ass and taking names #thatsmyfuckingsectleader so proud of you my son

also this might get me into hot water here but imma go ahead and say it...

this is what i wanted Jiang Cheng to be... (i LOVE my angy grape but...) through thick and thin, despite EVERYTHING, and even mo ran fucking abandoning him he will still call mo ran his "ge"...

fgjhdfhfdg THEYRE BROTHERS, OKAY???

7. Howl Pendragon (Howl's Moving Castle)

ok this one i just simply do not need to explain... if you think i do, go watch this whole movie and then there ya go thats your answer...

GENDER

8. River Song (Doctor Who)

aside from being the character that unlocked my unhealthy obsession with :) Main Character Death :) at the ripe ol' age of 8 YEARS (although Will Turner from POTC also helped on that front... Orlando Bloom my beloved) River's story was a stroke of absolute GENIUS from start to finish and i simply love how Alex Kingston played her...

"You don't expect a sunset to admire you back."

I just love the doomed ones, okay...

9. Satoru Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen)

look... theres *gojo girlies* uwu and then theres GOJO GIRLIES... i couldn't give 2 shits about how he's fan-serviced (tho im not complaining) but have you SEEN the amount of grief pumped into that man? he could explode in a fit of fucking insanity at literally any moment and take the whole goddamn world down with him bc what happened with suguru WASNT FAIR to him and satoru has more than enough power to go apeshit... but he DOESN'T... even after losing so many of his co-sorcerers... he still puts on a brave face to the end in order to protect the childhood of his students even tho his own youth was stolen from him during hidden inventory...

SEE? The DOOMED ones!

10. Levi Ackerman (Attack on Titan)

i read the manga during my last year of uni and when i tell you i SOBBED at the end... yes ofc for obvious reasons, but mostly bc my little Levi loses EVERYTHING. He is the SOLE survivor of the veteran scouts. He's missing multiple fingers, an eye, and the ability to walk. He was the strongest (yowaimo) but wasn't even granted the mercy to die at the end of his narrative! Broke my fucking heart.

BONUS: Morph (Treasure Planet)

he's a morph!!! nuff said <3

fin

#thanks for the ask friend!#gonna rb this to my main too bc i needed a new one of these #alex talks #asks #i swear im gonna wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night remembering a character i forgot lol oh well i tried

5 notes · View notes

yakool-foolio · 5 days

Text

My friend read me like a dang book when we played Justice For All and he suggested characters for each person in our friend group to voice.

"Ah yes, here's a guy who is obsessed with Rain Code and creaturifying the homunculi, which began from the top of the slippery slope of headcanoning them with fangs. Here, Neo, take this silly lil' guy who can do no wrong cause I know ya love those! PSYCHE! Turns out his true self is a twist antagonist with animal motifs, including--you guessed it--fangs! Two for one deal!"

My friend fuckin' got me, chat.

Matt Engarde is like an orange tabby cat, but if that 'no thoughts head empty' energy was all an act and he's actually a conniving lil' shit. I love him.

#bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you #ace attorney #ace attorney spoilers #justice for all #matt engarde

5 notes · View notes

gofancyninjaworld · 2 years

Note

I've read your post abt what makes one a monster in opm, and I'm a lil shaken bc in a lot of ways, Saitama is eerily similar. Indeed, a lot of strong people abandoned their humanity and monsterized in pusuit of greater power — Haragiri, Gouketsu, Bakuzan, and so on.

I think the reason why he isn't considered a monster despite all that is because he really clung unto his humanity while in the pursuit of strength. Still does. Really, every mundane thing Saitama does isn't really necessary for him to do — like he doesn't need to eat, sleep, seek entertainment, or even breathe. This guy can't even get poisoned. He's so powerful and busted he's not human at this point. But I think he does them bc it makes him feel human and keeps him sane.

It really makes me think — what makes a human, human in opm? Seeing Saitama as an example, is choosing to be human and subjecting oneself to human aspects is what makes one human?

Monsters are really interesting in OPM, aren't they? This ask we're not talking about the natural monsters, which, cruel as they can be to human beings, literally saved the Earth from human depredations... talk about a complex ecological relationship!

Anyway, onto ex-human monsters. In OPM, it's the case that just because your egg and sperm donors were members of Homo sapiens, you can't take your humanity for granted. To a certain extent, your humanity has to be earned. The scary thing is that humans turning into monsters turns out to be a recent thing. *What* has changed, I wonder.

Also, it's not as simple as being good. The horrible criminals in the Stink Slammer never turned into monsters (at least not until some of them grabbed monster cells from Nyan in the hopes of finally being able to make Puri Puri see how much he'd made them suffer) despite being really nasty pieces of work. And of course, the straight-living Amai Mask started turning into a monster despite his best efforts to resist it.

There are risk factors that Dr. Genus outlines, such as a strong desire to transform into something else, a deep dissatisfaction with themselves, inferiority complexes, obsessive habits, and similar issues. Those are true enough, but we know characters with several of those problems who haven't gone monster. I think that Bug God puts a claw tip on the most fundamental requirement to turn monster: separating oneself from humanity. When you stop being able to see your fellow person as a human being, that's when you start to transform. You don't need to grow horns or fangs to be a total monster.

The scariest part? It doesn't necessarily take a long time. Everyone has some darkness within them, darkness that if they lean fully into and let consume them will change them in no time. How close Phoenixman got to converting Child Emperor still gives me chills (oi, future animators, don't you dare elide over this!).

Conversely, we've seen that it is impossible to turn a person into a monster against their will. Even monster cells only work if the person knowingly and willingly consumes them with the intention of becoming a monster.

Now I know that a lot of fans like to act snobbish towards Viz translations (no, they're not perfect but people take it too far), but they have a very interesting nuance in chapter 167 on how Saitama sees Genos and Garou Tareo:

Save. That's what Saitama thinks Genos did for him. Saved him. If you go all the way back to chapter 5, you realise that the separation from humanity process had begun for Saitama.

Just as Garou would have turned into a complete monster, fit only for punching out of this world, were it not for Tareo speaking so powerfully to his humanity, Saitama found Genos, that weird young man who'd given up his human body and nurtured his humanity like it was a precious jewel, to be the anchor to humanity he needed.

I think you have a point about the importance of daily rituals grounding one. Still, with Saitama, one can never quite tell... Maybe he can do without every human need, but what will remain won't be human.

Not in the slightest.

It's good this story is great at making us laugh and groan; otherwise, we'd be quivering in horror.

#OPM #meta #asks #monsters #humanity #Saitama #it's both scary-easy and really difficult to turn into a monster here #I know this isn't the final word on what the relationship between man and monster is #the story continues to flesh it out #but if there's one thing that the story comes back to: it's not enough to be biologically human. You have to also choose humanity #both for yourself and those around you

41 notes · View notes

emeraldbabygirl · 1 year

Text

I know the whole conversation of idols can get their teeth fixed if they want cause it’s their decision an sometimes people in general get their teeth straightened cause it’s causing problems and things like my teeth for example have been causing me pain cause they are pushing again each other sideways, but I really like the way some idols teeth look like cnu from B1A4 I loved his buck teeth. In my day that’s what they were called but now people call him bunny teeth? I guess and I know Nayeon recently got her’s straightened and it doesn’t change the fact that they are still good looking but I have this odd thing for teeth and idols with teeth that aren’t like perfect white squares I find a charm to. I like the way they look like cnu and woojin and laon and sangwook and mingi. Like Sangwook had a snagged tooth and Dajeong has lil fangs and Laon had a lil fang and I like that mingi’s front teeth kinda look a little sideways.

I know it’s silly to complain or obsess over someone else’s teeth like that’s weird but I just was watching a wild animal video and Kyuhyun (laon) got his teeth fixed and I guess maybe it was causing him pain? Idk or if he was pressured to cause of his part in the drama idk if it was his decision or not and it’s his body obviously and he still looks good and has his cute smile and dimples but Idk I just really liked his lil snaggle tooth but if he’s happy than it’s not my place to complain.

I know for me when I was younger I wanted braces cause I wanted perfect teeth but now I’m hesitant on getting them straightened even tho they cause me pain cause 1. It’s expensive and 2. I just started to like the way my teeth are. But I also want to get like fang implants 💀💀💀

#just me ranting #BUT THEY HAVE THIS FANCAM AND YOU CAN SEE LAON #THEY MADE IT JUST FOR THE SHOW AND I THINK ITS SO CUTE AND CREATIVE #and just him being on stage again even if it’s for a show #heavenly idol #wild animal #enoi #laon #shin kyuhyun #enoi laon #k drama

2 notes · View notes

star-ocean-peahen · 2 years

Note

do you think loam link is illiterate. What about Shei. being The Famous Ex-Royal Winemaker's Son TM has to give him like. sub noble status like lower middle class but not dirty peasant poor right. but not Rich Rich. He's sorta a homemaker, he has all the skills of one, plus being raised by a single father, his dad must've been out working the wine crops or something all day, leaving him to do all the house chores and stuff. I'm just. thinking about Shei's skills and what would fit with his backstory- and maybe trying to build up some Trademark Proficiency with the rest of the cast.

Link's instincts for survival are pretty good, and I wonder if some of her faerie magic animal traits might aid her in some ways. I forget what all she has so I can't really. be Specific but, I think there were antlers and fangs, and maybe a few more.

I think Stella can smell rot. More like sense. something something poeticism about her being an undead thing and being facinated with the life-death cycle and living things being reclaimed by the earth. does she wish to be reclaimed by the earth? long for it's embrace? rest? does she look at Link and Shei and wonder if there'll be rest for them in death. Shei's death, does she think his life cycle was incomplete or because he and Link were torn far beyond their time that it was long overdue? hhhhhhh

I also think she should be obsessed with mushrooms and frogs and worms. that's cute and it plays into the whole circle of life thing

I wonder how she feels about it all after her pinocchio arc...

you. you are a GENIUS

okay okay starting with the first paragraph HECK YES she's illiterate from what I can surmise (signs and stuff) most of the population of Hyrule is literate but like??? she was in faerie way past the age when she would have been taught.

bby shei DEFINITELY spent most of his childhood hanging around the tavern his dad owned, helping the barkeeper and listening to people's stories and stuff. As he got older he 100% got more interested in keeping their home cozy (although that got cut off short when ya know)

and hhhhHHH yeah his skills DEFINITELY need to be built up more compared to the rest of the cast like before he gives up the goddess powers hes floating around throwing golden bubbles at people but thats not exactly a skill or one he can keep.........

Im just spitballing here but what if he has a bunch of functionally useless skills for the general circumstances the group finds themselves in like embroidering or macramé or like SOME kind of craft you do with your hands (i get the vibe modern shei would customize dolls but THATS OFF TOPIC) and it can't really help much unTIL they all get themselves tied up and hes like "you guys can't untie knots with limited wrist movement?? wtf its so easy??" and tada

I feel like thatd be a good vibe for him in general that he's good at a lot of random stuff that you can't see EVER being useful but by the magic of Plot Shenanigans they always do

ohhhhh YES for Link's survival instincts what I wish I could have expressed better for her is that most of the changes made by faerie are on the inside so while antlers and snake fangs and extra cat thumb (thats the complete list btw) might help a lil bit she can smell the spirits around her and see messages in the arrangement of flowers on a bush and she might not be able to tell what people are feeling by looking at their faces but she can tell by tasting their emotions (which makes crowds kiiiiiinda uncomfortable) and OH YES (i really need to compile a list of everything she picked up in faerie. but that would require them all to make sense and ARGH that is the worst part of making up a story)

ANYway back to what you were ACTUALLY saying she totally has a prey instinct left over from when she was turned into a stoat and chased around the banquet table another kid wasn't so lucky and roasted rabbit was on the menu that night and the ability to digest things that?? probably?? aren't?? digestible by human standards?? on the flip side she can't digest a few kinds of human food—like avocados, onions (garlic and chives too), alcohol, and mint (i lifted all these off of google searches for what not to feed your pets lmao). Hyper processed foods (in a modern au) like packaged cakes and chips would also not be good for her system. The weird stuff she CAN eat includes random bushes, SOME weeds, bark (???), and whole flowers. She likes those especially (but not the important ones like roses and bluebells those would get her in Fae Trouble).

I have this hilarious picture in my head now of Link just chowing down on a piece of bark or something and newly-humanified Stella thinking that looks awesome and nabbing a piece only to spit it out in disgust because??? it tastes awful for some reason??? meanwhile Shei is having aneurysm because apparently hes the only one in this group that actually understands What Food Is And Isn't

OAGH OGH OAGHOAHGS THATS GENIUS STELLA HAVING A GREATER CONNECTION TO THE CYCLE OF LIFE AND DEATH THATS THE FUCKING COOLEST HER LOVING MUSHROOMS AND FROGS AND WORMS AND CREEPING THINGS THATS THE FUCKING BEST

I forgot to mention this but Stella has a pet rat she adopted just as a friend. I think its name was Snazzy or something like that.

#it is just the fucking BEST to talk about loam with you #ty <333333333 #Legacy of a Millennia #loam stella #loam link #loam shei #loam #spam in the slammer

3 notes · View notes

inklore · 8 months

Note

hi laur!! ❣️😗 for the ask game: 19, 24, 31, 42, and 57! 🫶🏽

have you ever been to New York?

i actually live in new york, the state not the city, and i have never been to the city. i’m sure someday i’ll make my lil self up there but for now it’s not a priority because it’s not my fav city (shoutout to chicago <3)

height

the doctor says 5’4 but i’m certain i’m a steady 5’6-5’7 on a good day lmaooo

3 random facts

i’m forever a passenger princess because driving is scary (and i think i might have a speeding problem from the few times i’ve been behind the wheel), growing up i was obsessed with the movie ‘thirteen’ which explains a lot about me i think, i was a severely quiet kid growing up to the point that my empathy and people watching skills are insane and i should have invested my time in going into a career dealing with that because i can read people toooooo well!

favourite book(s)

a dowry of blood by s.t. gibson (freaking read this book asap if you bi and like vamps), fangs by sarah anderson, daisy jones & the six by taylor jenkins reid, the night circus by erin morgenstern, seven days in june by tia williams, the girls by emma cline, and blood moon by jillian graves!!

favourite animal(s)

elephants, cats, dogs, foxes, sloths (told my family i enjoyed them once and now they won’t stop buying me sloth merch, it must stop!)

get to know me!

#ty lovey hope you’re well <3 #feel like i’m learning stuff about myself too damn love this lmaosjsj #▸ laur answers #about laur !

1 note · View note

pinkmirth · 2 years

Text

𝒜ℬ𝒪𝒰𝒯 𝒟𝒪𝐸 . . !

FUN-FACT SPEED RUN! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ 𝑑𝑜𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 . . . 21 year-old, pretty lil’ pisces, hobby-writer, infj, nigerian, bisexual, college junior (comp-sci major), professional hairstylist, & 100% obsessed with getting my hair & nails done! this blog of mine is multifandom! though my posts mainly consist of (CASTLEVANIA, JJK & AoT) content, i love many many different things . . . let it be known that i adopt a new obsession every other month, okay!

MY LIKES . . ! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ writing, reading, vanilla (scents & flavors!), r&b, pampering & self care, all things pink, fluffy textures, vampires, long-haired men, french-tip nails (esp square & almond-shaped!), igari makeup, guitar solos, theo james, strawberry ‘n creme soda, wispy lashes, early morning walks, thick & beefy men who could pick me up ‘n throw me over their shoulder >.<, a shiny pair of mary-janes, late night drives, afrobeats, sparkly lip gloss, kaomoji’s, platform sandals, chick-fil-a breakfast, fangs, tiny skirts, caramel ice cream, himbos, dainty jewelry, cheesy fries, cucumbers, fangs, cute new hairdo’s, video games, chili-cheese dogs, a fresh & neat set of braids, academic validation, and adrian fuckin’ țepeș!

DISLIKES . . . ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ reiner haters, eren fucking jaeger (occasionally), grapes, rei’s paper-sniffing scene, mathematics, toji fushiguro’s terribly sexy self, conservatives, and my nails breaking . . .

WHAT’S GOIN’ ON IN HER PRETTY LITTLE BRAIN? ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ adrian fuckin’ tepes! that gorgeous man won’t leave. me. alone! he’s so elegant ‘n soft-spoken, and i cant help but adore how kindhearted he is . . . not to mention that he has the most perfect tits >.< and just look at that v-neck on him! the scar running down is just the icing on top. finished binging castlevania, and i’ve fallen for him & his pretty golden eyes ever since. i just love me some alucard, my favorite dhampir boy!!! ❤︎

SOME FUN LITTLE LINKS! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ my wips! ⋆ reiner fic-recs! ⋆ taglist! ⋆ tag index!

FAVE MUSICIANS! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ Jhene Aiko, Sade Adu, Rihanna, Kehlani, Summer Walker, Arctic Monkeys, Bryson Tiller, Men I Trust, BÔA, Dove Cameron, Olivia Rodrigo, Mariah The Scientist, New Jeans, DVSN, Takako Mamiya, Tame Impala, H.E.R. and The Internet.

FAVE FILMS & FRANCHISES! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ (e.g. animes, movies, series, shows, video games): Jujutsu Kaisen, Castlevania (2017-2021), Castlevania: Nocturne, AoT, ATLA, Vinland Saga, Invincible, yubisaki to renren, Kengan Ashura, Bridgerton, Yakuza RGG, Tekken, Young Justice, divergent, Samurai Showdown (aka Samurai Spirits), BNHA, Beastars, Record of Ragnarok, X-Men 97, Avatar/ATWOW, Blue Eye Samurai, Naruto, The Spiderverse movie franchise (ITSV/ATSV), The Flash (CW), The Night Agent, Cobra Kai, The Glory, The Blacklist, Gangnam Beauty, & My Name.

𝒟𝒪𝐸'𝒮 𝒞ℛ𝒰𝒮ℋℰ𝒮 !

𝒜𝒟ℛℐ𝒜𝒩 “𝒜ℒ𝒰𝒞𝒜ℛ𝒟” 𝒯ℰ𝒫ℰ𝒮!

𝓗𝓞𝓝𝓞𝓡𝓐𝓑𝓛𝓔 𝓜𝓔𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢; richter belmont, jin kazama, getou suguru, fushiguro toji, isaac laforeze, reiner braun, ryuji goda, nishiki akira, jason todd (aka) red hood, wally west, tokita ohma, the uchihas (itachi, madara, sasuke), mirko (aka) rumi usagiyama & sephiroth . . . thank you to all my sexy men! i love my hoes 🎀

#꒰ঌ 𝓃𝒶𝓋𝒾ℊ𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 ⨾ 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓃ℯ𝒹.ᐟ ໒꒱#— (navigation!)#— (pinned!)#masie files!#about me!#doe files

41 notes · View notes

princessgemma12 · 2 years

Text

Best: the ninja turtles characters with really Odd For Them interests. Also known as “Gemma Projecting Again” and “Things Gemma Wants In Canon But Can’t Have So She Writes Them Instead.”

Like, Writer!Raph that gathers random bits of knowledge about fucking everything--ancient sex practices, like the legend about Cleopatra and the Bees, and strange phases of scientific theory like Schrodinger’s Cat, and obscure plant symbolism like basil representing hatred. But, him being 1/4 himbo, he also couldn’t tell you shit about algebra or “normal” history like WWII dates (or sometimes even the years). Also witch!Raph? Like crystals and candle magic and legends and shit. Greco-Egyptian Paganism mixed with traditional Japanese myths and practices, with sprinkles of Norse thrown in. He collects things that represent his familiar to use in his craft, and also because he’s terribly sentimental. He has playlists for everybody with all their favorites.

Donnie with a soft spot for old rap--Sir Mixalot and Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg and Missy Elliot and Lil’ Kim. Also modern girl power rap like Megan Thee Stallion and Doja Cat. Donnie that enjoys vampire romances and has a weird obsession with trying to figure out how vampires drink blood (fang straws or simple sharp tools?) and how the modern vampire image came to be (which in turn leads to familiarity with the origins of Fifty Shades and the history of MCR).

Leo, who is a connoisseur of different music genres--boy listens to everything from 2000s era Flo Rida to TikTok-spawned singles like History Hates Lovers by Oublaire; old Japanese lullibies and folk songs to 1970s era Aerosmith; 2010s Disney animated musicals to post-Kinky Boots Todrick Hall music (and pre-Kinky Boots Todrick, but it’s the Hot Boy Summer trend that started about that time that I’m referring to here). Also a fan of YouTube commentary channels like iNabber and the Illuminaughtii, and also Sims players like the wholesome lilsimsie but at the same time the vulgar Whiny Brit.

Mikey who likes crime shows and unsolved mysteries; Mikey as a NCIS fan and someone who binges podcasts on Spotify. He’s got, like, a million random facts about the history of NYC tucked away in his brain, all having to do with things or people that shaped the eclectic culture of the different boroughs but especially Manhattan because he loves humans and thinks they’re Neat. He keeps up-to-date with politics and has tried on multiple occasions to sneak out for marches and protests, but Splinter and Leo always have to coax him into less risky forms of helping. Idolizes Marilyn Monroe because she was a fucking Queen and she deserved better than the hand she was dealt.

Karai that likes cutesy little cafes and flower shops, and whose favorite place to be is perched on the kitchen counter in the lair, just listening to the sounds of her family without being within the wonderful chaos. She makes an origami animal every night, each one representing a family member--wolf for Raph, lion for Leo, Phoenix for April, cat for Shini, octopods for Donnie, dogs for Mikey, a rat for Splinter, and a tiger for Casey--and she slips them under doors and into pockets and onto tables for them to find and be reminded of their loved ones. (Raph asks specifically for a white snake one Christmas and stares her in the face when he puts it on his alter, right next to all the other animals he’s collected from her.) Karai that can sew because it’s a practical skill but dives into fanciful dresses and kimonos and sequins because Leo and Mikey begged her help with a project one time and she couldn’t bring herself to stop.

Casey that falls asleep listening to nature sleep sounds and makes mix-tapes for all of his friends and family, catering specifically to how he sees them (things like When Will My Life Begin from Tangled and Diagnosis (I Cannot Give Anymore) by Milo McAllister for Mikey, for example). Casey that can’t cook or bake for shit but is actually really good at practical math like measurements and ratios which makes him an absolute blessing in the kitchen anyway (just don’t leave him in charge of anything that’s being cooked/baked) and leads to a fun rivalry with Donnie about estimating the height of buildings they want to scale and lengths of gaps that they want to jump across. Casey that binges Theorizer videos and can never view his childhood movies or Tv shows in the same light because of this, and shares his discoveries with anyone unlucky enough to be nearby after a binge session.

April that takes up photography after she notices the severe lack of family photos and permanent memorabilia around the lair. She loves reading but is So Bad at finding the symbolism on her own, and prefers fanfiction romances over published romances because there’s a general lack of blatant sexism within healthy fandom spheres. She likes fucked up music like Hollywood Undead and Eminem, which are her Get Shit Done music. She ironically reads Twilight on a fairly regular basis because her dad bought her the series when she was in high school and she finds an odd comfort in it, despite its issues. She’s a Selena Gomez fan and tried popcorn dipped in pickle juice for the hell of it and... just never stopped. Got Mike hooked on it, though.

Shini that does watercolor painting with Splinter and meditates to Casey’s Sleepy Nature Noises. She loves silly children’s media and her 2000s McDonald’s Shrek and Fiona glasses have a reverential place on her mantel. April and Raph introduce her to American rap and rap rock and she Loves It; memorizes Boss Bitch by Doja Cat within a week of hearing it. Collects queer comics from all over the world, even if she doesn’t speak or read the language, just for the sake of supporting the artists and bringing awareness to the media. Is a truly eldritch being and knows about ten different dances but Doesn’t Dance, Mikey, Please Stop Asking. Her household skills are virtually nonexistent but she’s really good at embroidery so she makes everybody protection charms. She used to be a tattoo artist in Japan in the ‘90s so Raph and Casey ask her to do their ink, but she specialized in flowery designs and inspirational kanji--they have her do the Hamato clan emblem on their shoulders and gush about it for weeks afterward.

Splinter that jams to Disney musicals with his kids and can’t help but snort at the creative use of language in some of the more vulgar music they enjoy--he has a stubborn soft spot for Ashnikko, courtesy of Karai, because she reminds him of her (K). Still not his favorite but he doesn’t say anything if someone puts her music on. His favorite non-cheese food is cheesecake (doesn’t count as cheese, don’t be smart!) and he has about seven different recipes memorized, and has dabbled in cake decorating. He started studying carpentry after his and Shen’s wedding because he wanted to build their future child(ren) their own cradle and he used this knowledge to help construct the lair into a proper home (and later help Donnie with his earlier inventions). Splinter that starts using different colored candles during meditation and different incense and tea blends depending on what he’s figuring out/trying to bring himself/his family because Raph came out of the broom closet and he wants to be Encouraging and show his understanding (and he likes the change without giving up the old comforts of his childhood). Splinter that likes pop art and gifts his kids large buckets and long mops after he finds out they’ve been doing graffiti, enforcing the “clean up after yourselves” rule but not discouraging them from the outlet (Leo is under Strict Orders to photograph everything). Splinter that’s really good at making Mexican food as long as Mr. Jones walks him through it. He discovers he absolutely loves Anglo-Saxon and Norse stories, and begs literature from Shinigami until they have to scrounge up a dozen different translations just to keep him satisfied. He’s terrible at taking pictures but draws everything April shoots for her part-time gig with Channel 6. If caught in the right mood, particularly if he’s just a little bit tipsy, he will Lose His Goddamn Mind at well-executed sex jokes (a fact they find out because Mona Lisa excels at those).

#long post #headcanons #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt splinter #tmnt shinigami #tmnt karai #tmnt casey jones #tmnt april o'neil #tmnt headcanons

28 notes · View notes

yamchaas · 3 years

Text

Welcome back to Jessie Yamchaas drink and episode reviews- Today we will be reviewing- Episode 71 of Dragon ball Super and Green Tea topped with whipped cream cheese concoction I saw in a youtube video late last night that disturbed me, keep reading if either of these intrigue you-

First things first, I had to make my drink to accompany my episode rewatch, here he is in all his glory:

Looks wise? Not the prettiest drink, slightly “shreks swamp after the honeymoon” vibes, but looks don’t matter- it’s about the taste. Taste wise? This shit disgusting, what in the actual fuck- Janice, girl, you said this was nice in your video what is this- The whipped cream cheese sits on top of the bitter tea so your first sip is straight up just this weird cream cheese and then you get bitter tea and its fuckin bad- 0.5/5, won’t make again.

Okay now we have that horror out of the way lets move on to something less terrible, surely- Yamcha playing baseball :)

Okay, first things first- animation. WHERE THE HELL IS YAMCHA’S CAKE? WHERE HE FUCKIN THIGHS AND HIS BUTT AT? BASEBALL TIGHT PANTS ARE WONDERFUL BUT WHERE ALL THE MEAT GONE?? YAMCHA ALWAYS HAD MEAT BRO, HE ALWAYS HAD JUICY THIGHS BRO 😭- Okay but with that out of my system there no other glaring issues with the animation in this episode, sure some of the distant shots are funky but I’m not bothered too greatly by that, it’s actually fairly well done- I especially appreciate the scenes where they focus on Yamcha’s technique and of course the cool wolf shot sings to me so all and all no complaints beyond Yamcha being too small.

As for plot, Champa and Beerus are having a “friendly” match between universes 6 and 7, hijinks ensue- This is filler, there’s not much plot to speak on.

Utterly in love with the line from Yamcha that he left Tien and Chiaotzu behind, super funny and a nice little throwback to the Res F movie- Also, they’re married <3 But I do just have to say it does utterly flummox me that Tien is not included in this episode, there’s genuinely no reason for him not to be here and I can’t help but to imagine how fun the episode could have been if Tien was on the universe 6 team to even out the numbers- They never gave us the Yamcha/Tien rematch at the tournament so it could have been a fun way of giving us some kind of rematch and banter all these years later, but sadly they just didn’t take the opportunity- Also no Tien Baseball Tight pants 😭😭 Disappointing.

Whis and Vados look nice :) Vegeta being obsessed with topping Goku once more, nothing new here. Gohan’s a sweety, also nothing new here.

Now some positives: Yamcha being so encouraging and a good team leader is very sweet to see, love that actually. I also love that they made these amazing warriors not very good at something that isn’t fighting, like it’s comical but it’s also nice in a way? Like yes, Goku is unbelievable in so many ways but he struggles to learn baseball- Its nice to be reminded these characters have flaws and struggle in different aspects of life, just like regular people do too- Really like that.

Love them incorporating Yamcha’s use of spirit control into his baseball skills, it’s just fun and cool, no complaints from me at all.

Piccolo being good at baseball is cute and I like it.

Now on to everything else-

This episode truly hurts my feelings, it’s so unnecessarily mean for no reason and I know people might say “but doesn’t he technically win? and wasn’t he better than everyone?” Those are the only scraps he gets- Literally Yamcha speaks in a total of 10 super episodes and this is the only episode that we could even vaguely call a Yamcha episode and it’s just a joke on him 90% of the time-

18 questioning if Yamcha should be captain and being nasty about his skills truly fucks me off- Like he’s been the best baseball player on earth for 20+ years, the show acts like Yamcha is completely useless and it just grates on me- Yamcha trained with King Kai, he can hold his own against the ginyu force- He’s not weak. He’s just plainly not!! Sure he’s not Goku level, or even Piccolo, but that’s okay, because he is human!! He’s still an amazing martial artist and baseball player and he’s also a good friend with a kind heart. The show playing into the useless pathetic Yamcha memes is cheap. It’s just cheap.

As for the he weird, kinda implied Bulma/Yamcha stuff in this ep HATE HATE MALICE BITE KILL- Actually fuck off. The blush pisses me off so bad- Like Yamcha has never acted hung up on Bulma, he was a bit annoyed when Trunks was a tiny baby, which was fair! But other than that he just treated her like a regular friend, no unrequited love. Also I’m pretty sure this is the nicest Bulma has ever been to Yamcha... Ever. In like the entire series as a whole. So... That’s telling.

Also supers insistence that Yamcha’s this cocky, smarmy guy will never cease pissing me off! The Yamcha we leave in Dragon Ball Z has been remarkably chill and humble for years, so why now is he suddenly a dickhead again? This is more prevalent in other episodes but does feature here too. Bad writing- Bad characterization. Bad.

And it ends on the dead fucking Yamcha meme pose- Because of course it does. Because it’s cheap and it’s nasty and that’s all there is to it. They took a character that used to be a main character. A loved character. And they played into the dudebro, abridged series, meme-ifcation to get cheap laughs rather than give this character the dues he deserves. They literally couldn’t even give him one (1) episode. This is actually worse than the fucked cream cheese green tea drink- By a large margin.

NOTABLE, QUOTABLE:

“C’mon let’s see some pep in your step!”

“Wow- It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Yamcha this fired up!” 😭😭 Dude seeing Yamcha confident and excited and Goku being so happy makea me 😭😭

“Let the Yamcha show you what it’s like to dominate on the mound-” I’ll let The Yamcha dominate on my moun- *Comically large hook snatches me by the neck, pulling me and my computer chair off stage*

“The wolf fang pitching fist ball-” Tien, I need you to kiss this man on his dumb mouth, please.

“Yeah for a washed up fighter that’s not bad.” 18 I GOT MAD LOVE FOR YOU BUT IMMA THROW HANDS WITH YOU BITCH IF YOU KEEP THIS UP- “But Jess she’s a powerful android and you’re some chick-” Yeah but don’t you know the power of love is the strongest force in the world? Also I grew up in the country and have reserved farm strength so 😤

“It’s an honour to have this of bat” Cabba I dont know what the fuck this means but I’m fuckin happy to see you mate- You a good boy!! “Watch closely master, I’m going to hit this and prove I’m worthy of your teaching-’ stupid lil bitch ass vegtea don’t deserve this sweety 😤

“What are you even doing here, I’m totally out of my league, at this rate I’d be lucky to walk off the field alive... C’mon Yamcha, keep your head in the game, we are going to win this.” TIEN IF YOU DONT GENTLY AND SWEETLY BRUSH THIS MANS CHOPPY MULLET FROM HIS FACE AND SWEETLY KISS HIS LIPS ON GOD-

Winning shot of the epsiode:

Thanks for tuning in to my review of drink and episode uhhhhhh see you again uhhhhhhh if someone gives me a drink and a episode to watch :)

#meta #?#i dont know what this is #snaps reviews are like a professor- so indepth and well thought out #mine are like a professor who had bad bag if cocaine and is being escorted off campus #CUT IT OUT YAMCHA #dragon ball super #yeah i have nothi else to say

15 notes · View notes

wild-moony-joonie · 3 years

Text

Part 1/3

Pairing(s):

(Kim Namjoon|Rm/Kim Seokjin|Jin)

(Kim Taehyung|V/Jeon Jungkook)

(Min Yoongi|SUGA|AGUSTD/Park Jimin)

Genre: Dark fantasy romance.

Warning(s):

Angst, mental illness, smut(18+), biting kink, vampire, witchcraft, cannibalism? I guess? Manipulation, really just angst and vampire shenanigans with taekook chaos and Yoongi being a lil’ bitch.

Synopsis:

Seokjin had said he was sorry, apologized profusely. But he had broken one of the rules in the House of Kim, and Vampires don’t forget.

A/N:

So this is probably gonna be two parts at most, but I might make it three, or a two-parter with a one part sequel. Idk yet, but here’s part one!

series masterlist: here

mood board: here

“If I got rid of my Demons, I’d lose my Angels.” - Tennessee Williams

Every evening, Seokjin dresses in a fine, black, wool suit and a pure white blouse, with ruffles cascading from the neckline. He slicks his hair back from his face and wears his favorite set of pearl-encrusted earrings. All the other residents of the four-story mansion are dressed similarly for the nightly family dining experience. The Kim house consists of two lines, the line of the Kims that had transitioned into the Jeons due to a marriage in the late 1700s, and the line that still holds the name, Kim. The House of Kim is a matriarchal home, at least for now, Mother Kim sitting at the head of the black walnut table. She overlooks the home with careful attention and monitors her three sons carefully. She’s obsessed with her wealth, determined to marry each of her sons off to a wealthy man or woman. Yet, she has failed with one.

Kim Namjoon, the eldest of the Kim line siblings, is still unmarried, unlike his younger brothers: Taehyung and Jimin. Jimin had happily married a Min man half a century ago and their marriage has been fruitful and rich, lacking in nothing for either of them. Taehyung had married a Jeon, his fucking cousin, against the advice of his mother. He reasoned that they could not produce, thus they were not harming anyone, and they were keeping the money in the family. Mother Kim had allowed it, waving her hand with a sigh and nodding along with his antics. Namjoon, but, had made no move to marry anyone, and he was roughly a century older than Jimin. Kim Namjoon was considered the most eligible bachelor, and yet he had no interest in the title and the attention it brings.

Now, Seokjin had managed to befriend Namjoon, centuries before Jin had taken residence in the House of Kim. They met in the Ottoman Empire in 1756. Seokjin had rounded a corner, dressed in traditional Witch's garb, selling fortune-telling and his herbal teas to people in need of healing. He’d found Namjoon, blood on his hands, and all down his robes, fangs still popped and pressing into his lower lip. Seokjin had almost died that day, using his strength magic to pull Namjoon away from the crowd of people. It hadn’t been easy, the Vampire wailing and screaming all the way, clawing at the skin of Seokjin’s wrists and forearms, desperate to get free. The Witch still has the scars, no matter how hard he’d tried to heal them. As soon as Namjoon had come back to himself, no longer a screaming animal, he’d thanked Seokjin profusely, bowing persistently and sobbing his gratitude. (Luckily, Namjoon hadn’t been anywhere near being a fully Mature Vampire or Seokjin’s story would have ended in 1756.)

They were visible now, the scars, that is. Shown from the soft candlelight from the Chandelier above the dining table in the long hall. He’d taken his wool jacket off, slightly overheated in the warmth of the summer evening, and now Namjoon was guiltily glancing at the white streaks across his olive-toned skin. He smiled reassuringly in the Vampire’s way, across the table, accepting a platter of fresh fruit from the Jeon boy on his left, nodding his thanks. He loaded his plate with cherries and blackberries before passing it to his right, brushing hands with the Vampire on accident. The brown-haired Vamp smiled and murmured a thank you before loading her plate.

Dinner passes quickly, a feast of fresh produce, nicely cooked meat, and various alcoholic drinks that passed through the lips of the Vampires, but didn’t leave them in a drunken stupor. Namjoon, it seems, is on his fifth glass of whiskey, practically chugging it to avoid a conversation about possible spouses with his Mother. He finished it too quickly, pouring himself another one in haste as her gaze lands on him.

“Namjoon, dear.” She coos, her hand pressed to her chest. “You’re going to choke on your drink if you keep chugging like that.”

The man gurgles a supposed answer back at his mother, slowing only slightly to prolong the heavy silence that has fallen onto the table. Namjoon makes eye contact with Seokjin, pleading for him to say something to turn his mother’s attention away from him. Jin sighs and obliges.

“Mother Kim,” Jin gives her a megawatt smile, crinkling his eyes in good nature, “I think your eldest has found someone, though he is rather shy about it.”

The Matriarch grins in excitement, too excited to question the Witch’s claim.

“Is that true, Namjoon?” She flaps her hand as he chokes on his drink again, this time white wine, seeing as he finished the bottle of 1926 Macallan. Jimin’s Husband, Yoongi, Seokjin recalls, is cackling and slapping Namjoon’s back, giving Seokjin a wide grin. Jin winks, turning back to his glass of wine and letting Namjoon suffer. He blocks out most of the eldest son’s stuttering, allowing his attention to be taken by the steak on his plate. His dining is interrupted once more when Mother Kim says his name.

“Is it Seokjin? Your mystery man?” She wiggles her fingers in her son's direction and now Seokjin is choking, and Namjoon looks downright horrified.

“Nope. No. Never. Not-,” Jin slaps a hand over his mouth staring down at the embroidered napkin in his lap, embarrassment flushing his face.

“Mother!” Namjoon’s voice is deep and tainted with embarrassment. “Leave him be. He’s a guest in our home.”

Mrs. Kim sips her wine, running a thin finger around the rim before crossing her first and second fingers. “It would make sense dear, you two are incredibly close.” She shrugs slightly, uncrossing her fingers and leaning back in her chair. “He would be a fantastic husband for you. It’s a pity.”

Seokjin smiles her way, a faux polite one as if thanking her for the compliment, and Namjoon sighs minutely before going back to eating his dinner. The rest of dinner passes uneventfully, conversations and chatters and Seokjin is climbing the stairs to the library within an hour. His steps are the only sounds residing in the staircase, clicking as his boots make contact with the marble and wood. He makes it to the third floor, coming to a stop in front of the large wooden doors that open to the Library. He knocks, once, as a warning to any residents, before opening the door and stepping inside the room. He shuts the door softly behind him, stepping onto the plush velvet carpet of the red and gold themed library. The library itself is two stories, staircases, and large lounge chairs symmetrically placed in the vast room.

There are a few wall sconces that light the room, but for the most part, is it heavily shadowed. Jin notices a figure standing on the second floor, leaning against the railing of a balcony. He recognizes it as Namjoon, dressed in a loose black Kimono and his hair freshly wet and the bleach blonde is a bright halo in the shadowed library. He has a book stuck between his first two fingers, like a cigarette, and two more in betwixt his other fingers. He recognizes the first one as “The Catcher in The Rye” and the second one as “Love in the Time of Cholera”. He can’t identify the third one, but knowing Namjoon, it’s most likely a Shakespearian classic.

Seokjin climbs another set of stairs, but these are carpeted and he prefers to be barefoot, so he slips his shoes off halfway and sheds his jacket, dumping both carelessly on the staircase.

“What’s the third book?” His voice echoes in the cavernous library, and Namjoon’s head turns towards him, eyes warm and smile soft.

“A romance novel, ‘Interview With A Vampire’ by Anne Rice.” Namjoon inclines his head slightly, outstretching his arm towards Seokjin, offering the book between his ring and pinky finger. Jin strides forward and takes it, admiring the tasteful cover photo before flipping to the first chapter, skimming over the first and second pages before snapping it shut with a twist of his wrist. Namjoon’s hand is back to thumbing carefully through books on the fifth shelf, not even having to tilt his head to skim the titles on the spines.

Seokjin reaches out to place the book back between his fingers when Namjoon steps out of his reach, diamond earrings glinting in his ears as they sway from his movement.

“It’s for you.” He swallows after speaking, tilting a shelved book forward with his first finger. His long, slender hands are impeccably graceful and Seokjin is captivated by them, he’s seen Namjoon play the piano and it makes strange sense that his fingers would be so long and thin.

The two stand in silence, the Witch reading the first chapter of the book silently, traveling along the paragraphs of elegant writing while Namjoon goes back to searching for a third book to read before bed. He ends up picking, to no one's surprise, “Macbeth” and opens the book for the nth time. Its spine is worn and a clump of pages has been carefully sewn back in with red thread, the stitches of red like blood dripping down the spine.

“Why do you read that book? You’ve read it nearly twice a month, and I’ve been here for nearly fifty years, Joon.” The nickname isn’t abnormal, they both have causal terms for one another, but it feels strange falling from his lips so cordially when his question is anything but.

“I relate to the General.” The Vampire replies simply, running his fingers over the tattered leather cover.

“Your life isn’t a tragedy, Joonie.” Another nickname. “You’re the heir to the throne of Vampire Royalty, you’re hardly living as Macbeth did.” He pauses. “That is, of course, unless you’re planning to murder your Mother.”

Namjoon laughs, light and airy. “I considered it tonight at dinner.” He grits his teeth in frustration, tapping his fingers on the hardcover of the Shakespearean tragedy. “She’s getting on my nerves with this marriage-thing. I wish she’d leave me alone.”

Seokjin shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I understand your lack of desire to-” He raises his hands to make air quotes, “-‘ascend the throne’, but it’s either you or your cousin.”

Namjoon makes a displeased noise, somewhere between choking and grunting, as the Witch jabs him in the chest with a crooked finger. Jin reads him like a book.

“I think the last thing you want is for Jihyun to be in control of the plantation.” Seokjin steps away, turning to face the balcony, “Interview With A Vampire” tapping against his thigh.

Namjoon slides Macbeth onto the shelf, running his fingertips over the red thread on the spine.

“Yeah,” He murmurs to himself, “I know.”

The next morning Namjoon wakes up to the sun streaming in through the bay window in his bedroom, the red drapes giving the room a rosy haze. Jin is sitting on the leather bench beneath the window, “Interview With A Vampire” in one hand and a mug of tea in the other. The tea is ginseng, by the scent of it, and Seokjin is dressed for Sunday Brunch in a pale pink cardigan with a loose white shirt underneath. His slacks are a pale green, a shade that is controversial enough with the pink to draw attention, but still effortlessly stylish. His hair is pushed off of his forehead and glasses are on his nose, giving a sexy professor vibe that Namjoon can appreciate in the sleepy haze of late morning. A slipper hangs off of one foot, bouncing with the flicking of his ankle as he reads.

“Good morning. I’m glad to see you let yourself in.” His tone might begin sarcastically, but when Jin lowers the book to give him a knowing smile, it becomes genuine.

“ Brunch is in an hour. I figured I’d lay out a suit for you and bring you a coffee.”

True enough, a suit is hanging on the back of his door. A blue pinstripe with a linen t-shirt to go underneath. Jin goes back to his book, uncrossing his legs and then crossing them the other way.

The moment isn’t unfamiliar, Namjoon is awful with his sleep schedule, more so than the average vampire, and Seokjin is often the one to wake him. He never rouses him roughly, like his brothers or mother might, merely waking him up slowly with the sun and the smell of a cappuccino. He can feel the rats nest on his scalp, rumpled and unkempt, and rises to stumble to the bathroom. The bath is already filled, the water steaming and smelling heavily of pine and rose. Namjoon smiles, congratulating Jin on his clairvoyance. Clothes fall to the floor, the sound soft in the late morning, he slides into the bath and his body immediately relaxes in the surrounding warmth of the water. It’s both comforting and concerning that Jin knows him this well, can read him so easily, so comfortably, like a native language. Hell, he doesn’t even know the Witch’s native language but he seems to have a Ph.D. in Namjoon, unsurprising even with its absurd notion. He washes quickly, a rush of honey-scented shampoo and fig body wash.

Jin is knocking on the door, ten, maybe fifteen, minutes later, a silent command to leave the bath and get dressed. The Vampire stands from the water, pulling the plug and collecting a towel to dry off quickly. He spends most of his remaining time lotioning his skin before pulling on the suit that magically appeared in the bathroom and toweling off his hair furiously. Namjoon finds his slippers and “The Catcher in The Rye” sitting outside the bathroom door in the Witch’s absence. He picks up the book, a bookmark gently placed in his spot where he left off. Sliding his slippers on his feet, he leaves the room, face in his book.

Yoongi is waiting outside the door leaning against the wall, a black suit and shirt on, flicking through pictures of his dog on his phone lazily and sipping coffee that Namjoon is sure had been his a few minutes ago.

“Is that my coffee?”

“Jin said I could have it.” The fellow Vampire purses his lips and stares at him pointedly while sipping from the mug.

“Yeah, yeah.” Namjoon sighs, running a hand through his blonde hair. “I’ll let you off the hook.”

Chicago, U.S.A., 1923.

Jazz music is playing in the speakeasy, the chandeliers above his head glinting in the golden light. It’s a classic jazz song, slow but soulful and full of a tenor saxophone. But the music is the last thing on Namjoon’s mind when an old acquaintance walks into the room. He remembers the Witch, clear as day, when they first met in the Ottoman Empire, and again in Italy. This time, they meet in Chicago, U.S.A.

Seokjin walks in the front door, a vision in a tan pinstripe suit with a maroon tie, hair carefully styled, and pushed out of his face. His style is delicate, but effortlessly commanding attention, and Namjoon, had it been anyone else, would have thought it a spell. Jin notices almost immediately, giving him a mock salute with a cocked eyebrow, his eyes flickering over Namjoon’s uniform. The Vampire had just gotten released for the Winter Holidays from the Navy, still dressed in his uniform, looking for a drink and a meal. Seokjin makes a beeline for him, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease, and slides into the seat next to him.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Jin’s voice carries an air of southern drawl, sloping on the vowels till it feels intoxicating, and it most probably is a spell.

“I suppose.” Is his only response, taking another sip of his “Dry Martini” as Seokjin orders an “Old Fashioned”, muttering something about this bar using too much syrup as he takes a sip of his drink.

“I see that you seem a bit thirsty.” The Witch pauses, smiling politely as the bartender passes by. “Do you need some help?”

“That’s kind of you, but I-”

Jin raises both his drink and an eyebrow.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Seokjin, dear,” Her voice is scratchy, possibly from the cigarette her left-hand holds, and smiles at the Witch.

“Yes, Mother Kim?” His voice is polite as he settles in his seat next to an empty one that is presumably Namjoon’s. He adjusts his cardigan, waiting for her to respond.

“I’ve noticed that you and my eldest, Namjoon,” She says, as though Seokjin hasn’t been a close companion of her son for literal centuries, “are quite close, and I was wondering if you would do me a favor?”

It’s not a question, not really. Seokjin is in a room full of Vampires that at a snap of her fingers would annihilate him. So he responds, to the best of his interests, “Of course, anything for the Mother of my dear friend.” He gestures with a hand for her to continue, gifting her a winsome smile over the top of his mug. She smiles back, fluttering her lashes.

“Well, I was hoping that you could do me an honor.”

He freezes momentarily, before relaxing forcefully and nodding for her to go on. He locks eyes with Jimin across the table for a millisecond, before he forces his gaze back on Mother Kim. Smiling at her, if only to keep up his facade.

“Would you become my husband to continue the line for the throne? Seeing as Namjoon isn’t rushing to marry to bring more wealth into the family, or to ascend the throne. And with my husband long gone, I’m a bit out of options.” It’s politely phrased, poise, and prompt, but with an air of malicious venom that curls it’s vicious hands around Jin’s throat.

At that moment, he knows she’s forcing his hand.

“Ah, Mother Kim,” He breathes in through his teeth, praying to whatever god(s) may be that Namjoon won’t kill him for this. “I’m afraid I can’t. I’m engaged to your son.”

She plays shocked, but the mean smile she shoots him tells him that she knows exactly what she is forcing to play out.

“Yes, we waited to tell you because we just weren’t sure about it,” He pauses, brushing hair behind his ear and faking a heavy blush, “me being a Witch and all.”

He gets an enthusiastic round of congratulations, Vampires blurring their way to him to pat his back and kiss his cheek, taking it with a smile and there are excited exclamations as Namjoon finally opens the doors to the dining hall. Mother Kim looks ecstatic at the notion of her eldest son finally getting married.

“I’m so excited for you both!” She exclaims, her body a blur as she excitedly rushes from her chair to hug her eldest son. “Jin told us about your engagement! It’s so exciting!”

Namjoon seems to catch on immediately, and it’s almost sad how well the Vampire know’s his mother’s manipulative mindset.

“Yes, I know.” His smile is void of dimples. “I’m very excited myself.”

To Be Continued . . .

#purplearmynet #the hunt #wild-moony-joonie #Laura #vampire shit #Jin is a witch #Witch!Kim Seokjin #Vampire!Kim Namjoon #Vampire!Taekook #Vampire!Yoonmin #vampire #no it’s not twilight #blood

3 notes · View notes

uta-no-fakku-sama · 4 years

Note

so like, i've been looking at your otoya art and i've noticed his little fang incisor that you added and i don't know if they even drew him like that in the anime or game? but now i'm starved for fang boi otoya and now you're my only source to feed this obsession.

he has those lil fangs in canon!

at least from what i know in the anime ówò

there are a couple shots in it that show very subtle points in his teeth

i kinda started adding those in once i learned about that ^w^

#ask #anonymous #uta no prince sama #utapri #otoya ittoki

18 notes · View notes

darks-ink · 4 years

Text

Absurdism Chapter 5

This chapter was absolutely cursed and I am glad to finally post it and never have to worry about it ever again. I have maybe an hour of sleep in me and I’m full of very exhausted hate.

Rating: Teen/K+ (a lil swearing, because teenagers, man) Warnings: - Genre: Family, Hurt/Comfort Additional Tags: Sibling Bonding, Family Bonding, Alternate Universe - Halfa Jazz AU, Jazz makes friends

[AO3] [FFN] [more Absurdism on Tumblr] First Chapter | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

---

Chapter 5: Bitter Reunions

“So, kids…”

Jazz looked up from the dinner she was definitely not shoveling into her mouth—she might be starving but she wasn’t an animal—and up at her mom. Beside her, Danny hummed an acknowledgment.

“This weekend an old friend of ours is hosting a college reunion,” Maddie continued, having successfully grabbed the attention. “It’s all the way in Wisconsin, so we’ll be on the road for a few days.”

“Okay, and?” Danny asked, raising a questioning eyebrow. “We’re old enough to take care of ourselves for a few days.”

Maddie frowned. Disappointed? Oh, of course. She was hoping to bring them along, make it a family thing.

“Sounds interesting,” Jazz said. “We wouldn’t miss any school if we come with, right?”

Danny shot her an offended look but, well. She’d tried to do more stuff together, just recently, and he’d left her alone at the Swap Meet. By now, she was spending more time with Danny from a different universe than her own brother, and honestly? That couldn’t continue.

“No, it’s a long weekend. We will have to spend one night in the GAV— the RV, Vlad gave us permission to arrive early, so we can sleep the other two nights there.”

“And we’ll drive home in one go!” her dad cheerily added, a bright grin on his face. “Ah, I can’t wait to see Vladdie again!”

“Well, I would love spend more time together as a family! And meeting your college buddies sounds like fun, too! Right, Danny?” She turned around, offering him her biggest, teariest eyes. Just because she was usually above begging didn’t mean she didn’t know how to do it. So sue her for pulling out the big guns, this was important!

Her brother grumbled and huffed a little longer, trying to dodge her eyes, but finally caved. “Yeah, sure. Sounds… great. Can’t wait.”

Their parents didn’t hear the reluctant tone—or completely ignored it—because both shot them grateful smiles.

Now she just had to talk to Phantom to make sure he would keep an eye on Amity for her.

---

Danny stretched out, lazily, staring up at the emerging night sky. He appreciated Jazz’ help, letting him sleep in her room while she was away, but as a result he’d become practically nocturnal. Not that he was that far off, back home, but still…

At least he got to enjoy the night sky while waiting for night to pass. And there were plenty of ghosts out at night—something he already knew from experience.

A light flashed, and Danny wrenched his head towards it, surprised. His core thrummed, picking up on an increase in ectoplasm. Had Jazz shifted to her ghost form? Why?

She became visible next to him on the roof, and Danny pushed himself up into a sitting position.

“What’s up, Jazz?” Surely nothing could be wrong? He didn’t think there were any major ghosts happening right now, but, well. It wasn’t like he’d kept a close record of when he’d fought which ghost.

“Nothing much,” she assured him, shooting him a soothing smile. Clearly she’d already caught onto his instant protective paranoia. “But Mom and Dad are planning on taking us on a road trip this weekend, and…”

“And you didn’t want to assume I could keep an eye on the city? Sure, Jazz, I can handle it for you.” He shrugged easily, grinning at her. “I handled it for two years back home, I can handle it for a weekend here. What’re you guys gonna do?”

“Some college reunion,” she said, and, oh. Was that now? Good lord, and he hadn’t even done any research on Vlad. How could he have screwed that up?

Jazz narrowed her eyes at him, the gold flaring brighter. “What’s wrong with that? Is something going to happen?”

“I… don’t know,” he admitted, slowly. “Who’s hosting it? Vlad Masters?”

She nodded. “I believe so. Why?”

He considered his options. He didn’t want her involved with Vlad, with his mess, but… well, he couldn’t protect her forever. Even if he wasn’t sure if it was Vlad in this universe, better safe than sorry, right?

“He’s… In my universe, Vlad Masters is also a half-ghost.”

Jazz stilled, eyes big and surprised. “What?” she managed, after a long silence. “How— What?”

Danny laughed, a little, humorlessly. “Yeah, I know. He was part of the ghost hunting club in college, together with our parents. When they built the Proto Portal, it blew up in his face. Gave him terrible ecto-acne, and later, made him half-ghost.”

He shook his head. “But I don’t know if that’s true for this universe as well. I know there’s another half-ghost around, equivalent to him. I’ve run into a few ghosts they hired, but none of them told me if they were hired by Plasmius or not.”

“Plasmius?” Jazz repeated, cautiously. “Let me guess, that’s his ghost name? What does that even reference, plasma?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” He flapped a hand. “If Vlad is half-ghost in this universe, he’s bad news, Jazz. He’s obsessed. In my universe, he’s in love with Mom—has been since college. And he blames Dad for stealing her away, and for the accident. After he discovered I was a half-ghost, during the reunion… Well, let’s just say it wasn’t any good.”

“I… see.” Jazz seemed to contemplate all this new information for a moment, then straightened her shoulders. “Well, I’ll just be ready, then. Tell me everything you remember.”

“Are you sure?” He frowned, meeting her eyes. “Things might be different in this universe.”

“That’s fine.” She stared back, determination clear in her eyes. “I’ll keep my family safe.”

---

Jazz woke up in the middle of the night, cold pouring from her core and misting from her mouth. She groaned, but somewhere, she’d already expected it. Danny—Phantom—had told her that it had happened during his first night in Vlad’s mansion. And even if he had doubted that things would play out the same between their worlds, she had expected it.

But that also meant that Vlad Plasmius, half-ghost, had sent vicious vulture ghosts after her dad, and that really couldn’t be borne.

She let her core take over, energy pouring over her body as she shifted to her ghost form. The room around her came into sharp and clear relief—she could see in the dark as Specter. Turning herself invisible, she flew through the door, easily spotting her dad lumbering through the halls.

The vulture ghosts, hovering around him, were even more noticeable. Their glows weren’t particularly bright, but in the dark they were plenty clear.

Channeling energy into her fist, she shot off a blast of golden energy at the first. There was no point in capturing them, she just needed to scare them off.

The other two took offense, but instead of waiting for them to attack, she dove through the floor. She needed to take this fight away from her dad, especially if Plasmius was going to show up.

One of the vultures dove after her, talons reaching out towards her. She dodged it, barely, then sent a blast after it for good measure. The other came up from her side, likely hoping to catch her off-guard. Instead it caught an ecto-blast as well.

The three vultures regrouped in front of her, blocking the hallway in its entirety. They loomed over her. Then, suddenly, they glanced past her and darted away.

“Oh boy,” she whispered, turning to look behind her as well. Must be Plasmius, if the vultures fled.

In the hallways hovered another ghost, humanoid with blue skin. His eyes were blank and deep red, his black hair swept up into two—somewhat ridiculous—points. His outfit was a mix of white and crimson red, bar his black gloves and shoes. His cape flapped, stirred by a non-existent wind.

His glow was bright enough to light the direct area around him.

Phantom really hadn’t downplayed how strong Vlad Plasmius was.

The half-ghost cocked his head at her, narrowing his eyes. Then he grinned at her, revealing vampire-like fangs. “My vultures were supposed to bring the big idiot to me, but you’ll do! A little intruder, aren’t you?”

Cold crept down her spine. “I don’t want to fight.”

“No,” he said simply, still grinning. “No, you don’t.”

Magenta ectoplasm burst into existence around his hands. He fired a blast at Jazz, too quickly for her to dodge.

She slammed against the wall, grunting. “I’m serious! I don’t want to fight!”

“Should’ve thought of that before you broke in, hmm?” The grin had disappeared from Vlad’s face, but the ectoplasm hadn’t gone. He fired another blast, quickly followed by a third.

Jazz swore, dodging the first but getting hit by the latter. She rolled over the floor, hitting the wall harder than she’d hoped.

Vlad was coming closer again, the charged ecto-blasts casting sharp lights on his face. “I’m not big on trespassing little ghosts, you see,” he said, the threat clear in his voice.

“Yeah, well—” She pushed herself up onto her feet again, meeting his eyes. “I’m not just any ghost!”

And, against all common sense, she loosened her grip on her ghost core. Bright lights swam through the hallways, leaving her standing there in her pajamas. Human once more.

The other half-ghost halted in his steps, clearly startled. He opened his mouth, closed it again, then shook his head.

Without saying another word, Vlad suddenly dissolved into pink smoke.

“Oh,” she said, simply. Poked her ghost core a little, but she wasn’t picking up on any traces of ghosts anymore. He must’ve left.

She shifted back into her ghost form, coasting back to her bed. Somehow, she’d made it through the confrontation with Vlad without getting the stuffing beat out of her.

Tomorrow, she would have to confront him anyway, she knew. If she didn’t, he would come to her. Maybe she could talk to him, show him the right way?

---

“Vlad,” she said when she saw Vlad, the next day.

“Jasmine,” he greeted back, inclining his head slightly. That seemed to be the end of it, however. No attempt to reference last night, even though no one else was around.

Instead of pushing him, however, she took a bite of her food. Vlad acted uninterested, but she caught him glancing over at her, repeatedly. What, did he not realize she knew who he was? Was he trying to find the best way to approach this?

“What are you looking at?” she asked, finally, tone carefully polite. “Do I have something on my face?”

Vlad looked startled—at being addressed?—but his expression smoothed over quickly. “No, my dear, there’s nothing.”

She hummed, a note of disbelief clearly audible. Took another bite. Would he comment on his own, or was she going to have to take lead here?

Apparently so, because Vlad remained silent. Man, were all adults this dysfunctional or something?

“Would you mind not staring, then?” She took another bite, chewing quickly. “I’m not stupid, you know?”

“Ah…” He shifted, clearly uncertain but trying to cover it up and appear suave. She hadn’t been able to see how the Vlad Masters might’ve spent time with her parents, in college, but she was starting to see it now. They shared that same disastrous way of dealing with people. And an interest in ghosts, apparently. “It is nothing, Jasmine.”

“Stop calling me that,” she scoffed, turning to him instead of her food. “My name is Jazz, or Specter. And your name is Plasmius, isn’t it?”

He stiffened, clearly caught off-guard. “Excuse me?” he tried, feebly. It wasn’t very convincing.

“Oh, come on.” She shook her head, abandoning her meal. “We ran into each other last night. I shifted back to human form, you left, and now you’re pretending you weren’t that half-ghost I ran into. But I’m not an idiot, Vlad.”

Vlad grumbled, his eyes flashing red for just a brief moment, before he composed himself. Straightened his clothes, put on a whole show and everything. “Yes, clearly I underestimated your intelligence. I apologize, my dear girl. But, as you’ve likely discovered already, our kind are rare beyond words.”

Well, that much was true, at least. The only one she knew besides the two of them came from a different universe altogether.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” she allowed, mellowing herself out a little. He was aggravating, yes, but if she could get him to not be a huge ghostly villain…

He was looking at her, eyes narrowed. Like he was thinking about something, or eyeing her up. Or both, who knew?

“You are young still, Jasmine,” he finally said, and darnit. Again with the ‘Jasmine’ thing? Couldn’t he just use her name like everyone else? “Just fourteen, aren’t you? Too young to drive, and not even in college yet?”

And there were the alarm bells! Hello, what did it matter?

“So?” she bit back, not as venomously as she wanted to. “So what if I’m just fourteen?”

Vlad clicked his tongue, giving her a disappointed shake of his head. “What does it matter? You want me to let you run off all alone, stumbling through your adolescence, desperately trying to get control of your powers? Powers, by the way, that I’ve had for twenty years.”

He flashed his eyes red, meaningfully. Jazz didn’t budge. What was he trying to prove?

“I have experience, my child.” Vlad’s eyes faded back to their usual blue, and he folded his hands behind himself. Set himself back into that stoic posture he kept showing. Like he had to show off his big mature adult-ness to convince her. “I could train you, teach you everything I know. And all you’d have to do, is renounce your idiot father.”

The gaze he set upon her was expectant, heavy.

She snorted.

“Yeah, as if.” Jazz stood up from her seat, flashing her eyes at him. “I already have a teacher, and his price is far more reasonable than yours. Stay away from my family, Plasmius, and I’ll keep your secret.”

Apparently this had been the wrong thing to say, because he hissed, sharp and inhuman. His eyes went red, and this time, they didn’t fade easily.

Jazz could feel the increase of ectoplasm in her core before it became visible to her eyes. Energy sparked over Vlad’s skin, coalescing in crackling rings of energy. They managed, somehow, to simultaneously be pure black and lanced through with white lightning.

Plasmius had grabbed her before she could even seriously consider shifting as well, phasing her through several walls. She struggled in his grasp, but his black-gloved fingers were like vices. There was no getting out.

He dumped her on a hard metal floor. She took the moment of respite to investigate the area. Metal floors, walls, ceiling, tables… a lab? It made sense that Vlad had one, too, but still. Why would he take her here?

An odd sound, like metal scratching metal, drew her attention back to Vlad. She scolded herself inwardly for getting distracted so easily, looking at the other half-ghost.

“Why—” she started to say, and then the cube he’d slid over at her activated.

The metal expanded, suddenly, locking her in the now-hollow cube. Only her head remained free, and no wrenching seemed to loosen the plates again.

“You can wait here,” Vlad said, his voice flat and cold. “We’ll see how you feel about my proposal once your father is out of the way.”

Her eyes snapped back up to his face, and he looked… he looked deadly serious.

“You can’t!” she shouted at him, grasping for her core even when she knew it would be futile. “Vlad, you can’t! If you kill him— everyone will know! They’ll know, and they’ll never forgive you! Not me, not Danny, and definitely not my Mom!”

“Oh, what do you know,” he scoffed, grabbing the edge of his cape. He swept it over himself, his body dissolving into pink smoke in the same motion.

Gone. He’d left, just like that.

Now they were really in for it.

---

Energy poured from her core, down her arm, and into the palm of her hand. The ecto-blast that formed was bright, casting golden light over the steadily darkening clearing.

“I’m just— frustrated, you know?” she said as she fired the blast. The rock she was aiming for shattered on impact, debris scattering throughout the clearing.

“You did fine, Jazz.” Phantom floated up next to her, sending her a soft look. “Seriously, Vlad is a jerk. There’s nothing you can do about that, not really. I mean, I made a deal with the guy, and he didn’t bother to stick to that, either.”

She huffed out an annoyed breath. “I know… I’m just— Ugh.”

Phantom laughed, his glow flickering briefly. “Yeah, he has that effect on people.”

“I guess I just worry.” Jazz lowered her eyes, watching her boots scuff the ground. “I mean, I turned down his offer just like you did, but what if that still changes things? The reason for turning him down, and stuff?”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” Phantom nudged her, drawing her eyes back up to him. “We’ll handle whatever he does next, okay? Besides, the Dairy King freed you, and you fought Plasmius. Sounds like things played out pretty much the same as they did for me.”

Jazz hummed, watching Phantom’s hair drift in the wind. She’d known him for a few weeks already, yet his appearance remained unusual to her. But, then, her own ghost form was still odd to her, as well.

“Really, Jazz, don’t worry so much about it,” Phantom continued, landing on the ground next to her. “I had kind of expected it already. You can’t change every ghost’s mind, and Vlad is unusually stubborn. Besides…”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, suddenly, drawing her in closer. For a moment she considered resisting, but then she melted against his side. He was a little cooler than her actual brother, but that was just the effect of his ghost form, she knew.

“It’s not your fault that Vlad became a bad guy, okay?” Phantom told her, quietly. “You’re just fourteen, Jazz, no matter how mature you are. You can’t be responsible for the whole world—no one can. Hell, no one should be, either. Don’t put that sort of burden on your shoulders, okay?”

“Okay,” she echoed. It felt like the vice around her chest—the vice she hadn’t even realized was there—had loosened a little. “Sorry.”

Phantom scoffed. “Don’t be sorry about having emotions, Jazz. Seriously, if you ever have trouble—ghost-related or not—come talk to me. I care about you, you know?”

She felt the corners of her mouth twitch up.

“I know.”

The moment was then promptly interrupted as blue mist wafted from both of their mouths.

“Oh, come on!” Phantom grumbled, ruffling her hair as he pulled away. “Really? Now, of all moments?”

“These ghosts have no manners,” she quipped back, grinning a little. “Should we go teach them some?”

“Yeah, let’s.” He pushed himself off of the ground, and she rushed to keep up.

#danny phantom #dp fanfic #phanfic #dp fanfiction #phanfiction #danny fenton #jazz fenton #jazz phantom #jazz phantom au #halfa jazz au #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #dark writes #absurdism #i wonder if posts with links still dont show up in the tags #that would be really unfortunate

11 notes · View notes

seasaltcosmos · 4 years

Note

Hey so I’m like, lowkey obsessed with your rwby ocs, got any more facts about them you’re willing to share?

qvq thank you sO SO MUCH!!!

they all go to haven academy!! idk, i felt beacon would be a little TOO obvious and predictable haha. i kinda imagine team alce’s story taking place a lil before rwby starts. if i ever wrote a story with this team i’d want to use them to basically explore the story i THOUGHT rwby was going with before volume 3. (with the white fang and dust)

it’s hard to see in the og video, but earl’s eyes are gray, not silver!!

i wanna make alice really into singing, but i KNOW someone is gonna be like “what like weiss” and i’m just gonna be like “>:/// NO!!” it’s bc one of my favorite alice adaptations has her worrying about singing at her parents’ garden party and i just thought singing would be a cOOL THING TO ADD

earl doesn’t have a semblance. because i can’t think of one for him or he just hasn’t unlocked it yet? yes. honestly, his whole PERSONALITY is based on unpredictability so i can’t even think of a good semblance for that lol

the umbrella lapin is holding can actually separate into a spear and a shield ovo

the whole team dynamic is “we irritating”

lapin’s semblance is rabbit holes. he can make portals that warp him a short distance around an area. he can’t go HUGE DISTANCES like, one city to the other.

cheshire’s semblance is one i’m still tryna fuck around with but i know it’s pretty much invisibility!

their whole dynamic is this convo:

cheshire: have you heard about uhh…botato?

lapin: wonderful post op! :D

alice: bad post op

cheshire: mixed reviews >:3c

earl, just catching onto the conversation: wasn’t that naruto’s son’s name?

cheshire: who the fuck names their kid ‘mixed reviews’? this is why anime sucks.

also i made a whole vine playlist for them!: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLlIzNOUCZnPeImzq7RFVhyQ-ny9hsal1z (idk if notes show up on youtube’s new layout but i have a note for which vine is which character)

#team alce #alice blue #lapin blanc #cheshire catt #earl grey

3 notes · View notes

dxmagedrose · 4 years

Text

GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER!

Tagged by: my lover @hammurabicomplex I’m tagging: anyone and everyone who wants to pick this one up! share with the class if you feel like it! tag me in it!!

PRESENTING. RANDOM DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO-MUN AT 2AM ;

FIRST NAME Good fucking question… It’s (sort-of) currently Dylann! I was Kieran before that, though; it’s still used as one of my first names and I’m not used to Dylann quite yet bc I’ve just started using it.

Indigo is one of my middle names though, and I’ve used it as an online handle elsewhere forever so I use it here now! [ Fun etymology facts: Dylan(n) is a mythology name generally meaning “born of the wave” (aspiring diver & a water witch at heart). Kieran means “little dark one” bc of my love for horror, && I chose Indigo bc as a kid to be it was neither boy (blue) or purple (girl) and was both and neither as well as my absolute favorite color as this vibrant ass mystical color. ]

STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF hmmmmm…. I’m a horror lover at heart, so as a child (I wanna say 12), I was walking through an antique store (I have a few cool finds, I considered putting my other one as the fact tbh) and I turned the corner and I saw these two dolls staring back at me at the foot of the stairs of this antique building. my blood froze, and i felt my stomach drop. i got actual, physical goosebumps stumbling across these two creepy dolls staring back at me in the corner, and i couldn’t leave the store without them. perhaps the little painted porcelain boy would be somewhat spooky by himself if it wasn’t for the terrifying lidded gaze of the porcelain girl with the hairline fractures and slightly open lips. i cant look at her. i dont really find dolls scary, I like to find the spookier ones ones, and she makes me paranoid as hell. i keep her face covered and her up in my closet except for when i bring her out to show her off proudly as the spookiest thing I have but……. i dont really collect dolls anymore. even thinking about her brings a fearful tear to my eye. i don’t like to think about her for very long, but that’s why I’m so fucking proud to own her. ( YES — I’m THAT white person in the horror film )

TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON hhhhh a beardy jawline, high cheekbones, crooked canine teeth >:3c

A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF b.l.t.’s with avocado. ahhhh. my mouth is watering just thinking about it, oh my god. just a bit of salt and pepper???

A FOOD YOU HATE barbecue anything, i hate the taste of bbq sauce, you keep your nasty black goo to yourselves at the grill. twice in my life i have presented with barbecue pizza and both times i cried literal tears. why would you do such a horrible thing to a person? what kind of a monster are you? how do you sleep at night?!

GUILTY PLEASURE the sims. constantly. always. i’ve sunk thousands of hours into my households. oh also uhhhhhh i run two 80s horror blogs, one being a shitpost blog with occasional art of mine and one gremlin fanfic ship blog for horrible, terrible self indulgent fanfics i’ll get the courage to finish writing & post so i can be cancelled on tumblr for at some point. NO, i won’t link them. as i pretend they’re even all that hard to find, within a day i was found on both by someone i admire here a lot :’) ilu bby thnk u eternally for supporting ur local horrifying dumbass wtf

WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN the same clothes i’ve been wearing all day usually, my sweats & long sleeve raglans or my hoodies. i like being cozy day & and out. and ugh. efoort. just throw me in a blanket in a cool room and im out.

SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS serious relationships with some openness or poly. i wish i could fling! just not exactly easy for demisexual autistics lmao.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE I think I would be adopted by my grandma as a kid. It would save me some trauma but mostly I think it would get my autism diagnosed way earlier and save me angsting all these years of wondering why & thinking it’s my fault I’m struggling so much and so loud and affectionate and different in a world that i didnt fit in the same way.

ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON when i get drunk i text people how much they mean to me in my life. does that answer your question? ahhh. i’m sometimes a cuddle monster with friends, i message people with long texts about how much they mean to me, but I sometimes really don’t like to be touched at all.

A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN FLYPAPER. F L Y P A P E R. FLYPAPER. FLY, and, I can’t stress this enough, fucking PAPER. ( Though also Whole Nine Yards and both Re-Animator & Bride ). I have watched Flypaper already like, 5 times this week and I’m still not done, and the other movies have been on repeat for days in this household within the last year. In the past it has also been Donnie Darko & the new Nightmare on Elm Street. roast me.

FAVORITE BOOK White Fang by Jack London. Have I actually ever finished it? No. Do I still own a copy I’ve had since childhood thru multiple dogs eating it, taking it to and from school, and highlighting and circling all the best parts of chapter one ever since I was a kid and it was too hard of a book for me to read? You bet your ass. If I ever need inspiration I just reread chapter 1. Although one of my other favorites was Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. But White Fang is like, a weirdly personal text. We stan London’s writing in this household.

YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE FENNEC FOX!! I used to daydream about having my own named Shiloh when I was a lil kid. they’re adorable little things and i am obsessed. i mean, gimme any fox and im happy, marble foxes, red foxes… but I was obsessed with fennec foxes. Also tbh ferrets. I want a ferret.

TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] Rosa & @ninetyscnds‘s Luke, Rosa & @iimpulsivity is already screaming my name, Rosa & Constantine, Jesse & Andrea from Breaking Bad, and the joker and harley of 80s sci-fi Dan & Herbert from Re-Ani. I am but a simple opossum.

PIE OR CAKE Pie! I’ll take both pumpkin & melty apple over cake. also, cheesecake is more pie than cake soooo, pie wins.

FAVORITE SCENT my dogs / my blanket. :’) It’s the most grounding smell in the world.

CELEBRITY CRUSH oliver jackson-cohen, i’m fucking GAY and im angry about it. there i was, minding my own business, and i saw that asshole in a certain SHIRTLESS GIF and it AWOKE SOMETHING IN ME. dont talk to me about it, holy shit im obsessed with beardy men now god fuckkdafjaask i hate him why did he make me this gay i was perfectly fine being into girls but NOOOOOO him and his dumb hairy chest and sweet rugged face and I—— I also am obsessed with the archaeologist & television personality Josh Gates and may or may not be considering making a fan blog for him bc idk if my anthropology docuseries host is Dad or Daddy but i love him lots

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO I would go on a dive with anthropologists and archaeologists doing fieldwork research in the ancient cenotes of the Yucatán Peninsula. My actual dream job, catch me crying & fantasizing about being underwater documenting Mayan skulls given as offerings. Fuckkkk, I love anthropology so much!! take me anywhere in the world to immerse myself into culture & archaeology.

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT Introvert. I have a real life friend I see roughly once a month, and that’s it. Plenty of online relationships, I’m chatty, message me all day every day. but i dont do people well.

DO YOU SCARE EASILY I used to! Really bad. I don’t as much anymore. I do get paranoia a lot still. Having therapists telling you that the FBI could be outside your house watching you through your windows will kind of nervous. ( no google results for: yes hello fbi i am a writer please dont put me on watchlists i just have research i need to do for this idea im working on, would you like to try again? ) I have nightmares nightly but not they never make me afraid, they just make me feel like crap. jumpscares and loud noises and seeing people reaching into their pockets dont set off as many brain alarms anymore tho!! progress haha.

IPHONE OR ANDROID I like my android better bc of capabilities but meh

DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES My mom, her husband & I play COD for family game night, and Silent Hill is my life’s blood. I’ve sunken hours into Sims & Skyrim, and Norman Jayden from Heavy Rain is my #1 fictional character in existence, why do i love the druggie babies

DREAM JOB Oh… You’re asking me to pick? I’d love to be an anthropologist doing work out in the field. Underwater archaeology is peak, but I’m also heavily considering being a body recovery diver or police diver. I’d love to see myself in uniform someday, if possible. Just the thought makes me teary eyed & proud.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS fund my person creative & educational endeavors. get myself a spooky ass abandoned house to make my own home to create in, and travel to the world’s best dive sites. just live a mild life of education, creation & exploration. that’s the dream TM.

FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE dr. hill is a gross and whiny lil bitch this post brought to u by the miskatonic crew, how is everyone here an even worse bad guy than herbert west precious dan excluded talk shit get hit tho john winchester from spn and both walter white & todd from breaking bad are all in my crew of hated characters. i jusT… the reani novel is difficult to read because i have to deal with this old sack of shit.

FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER Supernatural :-)

… AND THIS CONCLUDES A DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO!! //

#||: && the mundane ( ooc );#( get to know a bitch!! )#( this was... a lot of me rambling about weirdly personal shit at 2 am )

1 note · View note

grass-skirt · 7 years

Text

OKAY! So last night I marathoned Yuri on Ice with @mabelshesbornwithit (accompanied by grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup--very cozy), so here’s my obligatory review post.

This was a show that I wasn’t that interested in watching myself. I had a positive opinion of it and was glad that it was apparently doing what it could to depict a healthy and loving romance between Yuri and Victor, but I wasn’t sure that the sports part of it would hold my interest very much. I was wrong about that, since even though I know nothing about professional figure skating, it was fun to see all the different routines and suspenseful to watch them compete and stress over whether or not the people I liked would screw up or not.

I was also surprised at how much of the cast was super likable. Even though he was a pretty minor character, my fav for the show might just be Minami

He was so fucking cute and enthusiastic and I loved how much he admired and supported Yuri. I also really liked his jazzy routine and his lil fang. Everything about him was so adorable and pure. Bless.

The Yuris, Victor, Phichit! (bless Phichit too, he’s so wonderful), Otabek, god, and JJ too I all liked. JJ is absolutely the one who surprised me the most. All I really knew about him from what I’d seen around tumblr is that apparently he was a jerk and then majorly screwed up his routine and then everyone loved him. But he turned out to not be as much of a jerk as I thought he’d be--he was still a jerk but like, in a kind of fun way that was good for a few laughs. He’s so fucking full of himself, but he also conveyed that he also really cares about his family, girlfriend, and all his fans. Seeing him screw up so hard but still try his best and still retain his belief in himself because of all the people supporting him made for really good character development. Tho it’s too bad that the whole JJ style thing was lame and that both his performance outfits were ugly. RIP JJ.

The only two characters who were... “stop that--stop that this instant,” were Michele, the guy who was creepily obsessed with his sister, and Georgi, the guy who was scary obsessed with his ex. At least Michele realized he need to knock it off and change, though he was still having a hard time actually putting that into practice afterwards. Hopefully he’ll get there eventually.

As for the relationship between Yuri and Victor... it’s a complicated subject. It’s complicated because of the unfortunate realities that surround the show’s existence and creation. These cultural forces both dictated what was possible to include in the show, and influence how parts of their relationship are perceived by viewers. And you can’t talk about their romance in the show without also talking about the constraints that the content of the show was under. For starters, Yuri and Victor’s relationship was absolutely romantic. The single best moment for this for me was the scene in Barcelona before the final competition where they bought each other matching gold rings and put them on each others’ fingers on the steps of a cathedral while a choir sang around them.

This moment was super lovely, but it was kind of a double edged sword that Phichit shouted about them being married afterwards. On the one hand it was fantastic that Phichit was so happy for them, but at the same time it was also funny. And it being funny is both good and bad at the same time. It’s a problem because it’s funny for being a “misunderstanding”--oh, they’re not actually married. The fun somewhat takes some of the seriousness out of the situation. It allows viewers to choose to not view Yuri and Victor exchanging their rings as a symbol of their romantic love for each other, and instead view it as the setup for a joke. (Of course viewers who do that are shitty and are never going to respect Victor and Yuri’s romantic relationship, but it makes their doing so a little easier)

On a related note, Dani mentioned that they felt that the frequent fanservice at the start of the show, like Victor showing up naked in the bath, probably didn’t set a very good tone for their relationship. It’s not a SUPER big thing, but all the non-serious casual nudity that was going on early on is the kind of thing that makes it easier to view their relationship as existing for the purpose of fanservice. It makes it easier for anime fans to mentally classify the show as a yaoi/BL/shounen ai--related genres that overwhelmingly exist not to provide positive representation by and for gay and bi boys and men, but rather to pander to the fantasies of girls and women.

This is part of why the realities that surround the show’s existence complicate the content of the show so much. Ideally, I shouldn’t need to care in the slightest that Phichit excitedly announced that his friend got married to another guy, but I do care because Yuri had to deny it and it made me feel a little bit bad at the same time I was laughing myself. It was depressing to talk about their relationship after we finished the show because I checked, and same sex marriage is only legal in 21 countries around the entire world right now. 21 out of 196 countries. And you know what? It is illegal for men to have a sexual relationship in 74 countries. It is so depressing to read fancomics in which Victor and Yuri talk about getting married because they can’t actually do that in both Japan and Russia. Hell, if Victor and Yuri even kissed in public in Russia they could be arrested for it.

Anyway, as depressing as the realities of our current world are, that’s all the more reason why it’s good to have shows like Yuri on Ice showing a relationship like the one between Yuri and Victor. Yeah, it sucks that they didn’t (or rather, most likely couldn’t) show a clear, unobstructed kiss between them. But the show absolutely tried its best to represent the relationship between Victor and Yuri as one overflowing with romantic love. The fact that they couldn’t be more explicit isn’t so much a fault of the show as it is the fault of the culture in which the show was created, where love between boys is viewed as something illicit and sinful for straight girls to indulge in through fantasy, rather than something real and valid that deserves respect and acceptance. So with that in mind, not only should people temper any criticisms they have for the show for not going “far enough” with Victor and Yuri’s relationship, we can also only hope that there are more shows and stories like Yuri on Ice in the future in Japan, where healthy and loving relationships between men are depicted outside of the problematic yaoi/BL/ shounen ai genres in order to help further the acceptance of these kind of relationships in the real world.

Still, the fact that the show neglected to acknowledge any of the real world discrimination that gay individuals face is a pretty big shortcoming. The show missed a chance to educate people in Japan and elsewhere in the world about homophobia and the discrimination it produces, and it’s valid for viewers to wish the show had done that and feel it glossed over the reality of the difficulties they face in life. (Which is a subject that an anon reminded me to address, which I wrote about in more depth over here.)

Overall I enjoyed the show and I’m glad it was made. It wasn’t without flaws, but on the whole it was good and I hope they get a second season in which they might just be able to advance Yuri and Victor’s relationship without needing to veil it as much behind the metaphor of a coach/student relationship (and more Minami pls).

Oh, and one last thing--I loved how all these skaters were such social media hoes. It was great

#yuri on ice #yoi #yoi spoilers #dang this turned out to be long!#I didn't know how much I was going to write when I started but damn I went in on this #my reviews

23 notes · View notes