#sorry vincent ily really
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Things End | People Change - Poisoned Blood
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content: heavy gore (insides burned, skull smashed in), vampire whumpee, captivity, starvation, muzzles, death wish
Vincent can smell it before they've even gotten down the stairs.
Blood blood blood blood blood. He feels like a newborn vampire again, desperate for the taste of the one thing he needs, willing to do anything, anything to get it, to feel the warmth and the life and the-
The door slams open and it's Sawyer (smoker, sir) and Ezekiel with the knives on his belt. Vincent looks up with wide eyes and a guttural scream escapes him at the sight of the red liquid in the bag. Sawyer leans down and grins, waving it in front of his face. The silver shackles don't allow him much movement, but he can't help himself, he needs it.
Sawyer steps back. "Settle down, bloodsucker."
Ezekiel rolls his eyes and pulls the muzzle from Vincent's face.
"Please, please please please!" Vincent begs, not caring in the slightest how undignified it is. "Please let me have it, please, please--"
"Shut up." Ezekiel kicks Vincent in the face so hard that all three of them can hear the crack. "Oh. Oops."
Vincent whimpers and holds still and silent. He can't risk angering them. There is blood, precious, precious blood in that bag, and all of his thoughts are consumed by the desperate need for it. And that means being grateful and obedient.
"Sit up," Sawyer orders.
Vincent scrambles onto his knees, looking up at the two men like a lost puppy. His eyes are fixed on the bag, body trembling in anticipation of getting it, of what he has to do for it.
Sawyer holds it out to him. "Here."
Vincent's eyebrows knit together. Is this a trick? Is this a dream? A hallucination? Blood blood blood blood blood. He can hear the human heartbeats thundering in his ears, but he has just enough awareness to know that fresh blood isn't an option, and they'd do things he can't even conceive of if he tried to take it.
Why is he just being offered the bag?
His body reacts first. He grabs the bag in his broken fingers and rips it open with his teeth. His lips and mouth are burning with what he assumes is raw need as he drinks and drinks and drinks.
The inside of his mouth is peeling and he can't stop.
Vincent doubles over, still swallowing, even as his throat makes disgusting sizzling sounds and the laughing rings in his ears. All too quickly, there's nothing left, and finally his mind is clear enough to realise that there is something in the blood that is burning him from the inside out.
He thinks to scream a few seconds too late – his vocal cords are already gone.
A horrid noise leaves the back of his throat, and Vincent scratches at his own body, following the burning sensation as his internal linings slough off. He's trying to beg despite it all, but he isn't able to form words anymore. There's a hole burning through his chest. Silver in his heart so that it can travel through the rest of his veins.
Could that kill him?
There's no space left to think about what a mercy death would be. He writhes on the floor and his vision swims as the burning in his chest becomes overwhelming, sharp and stabbing and his mouth opens in a silent scream that can't escape. It stops for a brief moment, then starts again just as suddenly and Vincent realises that it's healing him even as it burns. It almost feels like his heart is beating again, if a beating heart burned and bled and burned again. Well, Vincent supposes it did, in a way.
When it finally leaves his heart, what's left of the silver-poisoned blood begins to drip out of the cavity in his chest as Vincent shudders and shakes.
"Come on, you're wasting it," Ezekiel says, grinning. "You're so ungrateful."
Vincent wants to apologise, but of course, of course, he can't. He clutches the hole in his chest so that he can lick the blood from his hands, and that makes Sawyer burst out laughing until he can barely breathe. Vincent can barely find it in him to care. All he knows is that he's starving.
"Say thank you, parasite," Sawyer wheezes.
Vincent can feel his limbs seizing as the remnants of the poisoned blood make its way around his body. Say thank you. They know he can't, don't they? He tries anyway, just to keep them happy.
"Can't hear you," Sawyer says, kicking Vincent again, his boot catching in the cavity. Vincent's eyes roll back and he twitches like an electric current has just been shot through his body. He wishes that he could pass out, but a dead thing like him can only pass out from exhaustion.
"Speak up!" Ezekiel mocks, and Vincent digs his nails into his throat, as though that will restore his voice any faster. He'll be trapped in silence for weeks, if not months, if they even let his vocal cords regenerate at all.
No, they love to hear him beg too much.
"If you're gonna be disobedient and ungrateful then clearly you ain't learned a thing," Sawyer sighs.
Vincent mouths a series of pleas and nos and words that would be unintelligible if they could even be formed through his cracking, peeling lips. He just wants this to be over already, but there's going to be more.
He doesn't deserve for it to be over.
"Wait, I'll call Ains," Ezekiel says, and at this point Vincent must be drifting in and out of awareness, because it seems as if there's a conversation happening. He's getting used to not being all there. He prefers it.
Vincent lays there, twitching, shivering, as a conversation he can't quite focus on takes place. He's still starving. Every drop of blood was only used to heal the damage from the silver, and Vincent is sure it wouldn't have been enough if it was pure anyway.
"Don't worry, bloodsucker," Sawyer says, patting Vincent's head. "You'll be just fine in a moment."
Vincent doesn't want to know what that means, but he knows he's about to find out.
"You can do the honours," Ezekiel says, throwing a baseball bat at Sawyer.
Sawyer twirls it a little and does a few practice swings, before leaning over Vincent.
"You'll be just fine," Sawyer repeats, and lifts the bat.
Crunch. Vincent feels the side of his skull caving in. It isn't a sensation he should survive feeling.
"I don't think he's out," Ezekiel says. He sounds bored.
"I've got fuckin' noodle arms, just give it a minute."
Oh.
Vincent can almost imagine he hears his brain splattering over the floor in the instant that it does. The scream he wishes he could vocalise dies with his consciousness. He'll wake up, eventually, although he wishes desperately that he wouldn't. He will heal no matter what, so long as his heart remains intact.
Sawyer stares at the body he's created and sucks in a breath. The top half of the vampire's head is just bits and pieces in a puddle of brain matter. He didn't intend to hit that hard.
"That's... probably fine," Ezekiel shrugs.
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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫
𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝟰: 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀/𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲/𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴
Bottom male reader. A character I’ve used before. Reader is 19 while OC is 28. His face claim. Lite Degradation. Reader is mentioned to have a cock. Lite dub con but reader consents for most. Reader hates OC so bad lol.. kinda long too :/
“What the fuck?! Why are you here?”
You stormed over to the living room to see your archenemies, Vincent Yamada, sprawled out on your couch. He looked over at you with mild annoyance before looking back at the tv to watch his soap opera.
“Hello??”
“Motorcycle.”
“Tch, you’re like 35! Get a car like a real adult!”
Vincent didn’t even look at you, knowing you would’ve wanted him to start yelling you or something. He rolled his eyes.
“I’m 28.”
“Don’t care, didn’t ask, old man!” You yelled as you stormed over to the kitchen. On the fridge, you saw a note that was in your sister, Karina’s, handwriting.
‘Sorry, (Name)!! I know it’s weird, ex boyfriend staying at our place but his apartment complex’s electrical system went out so he just needed a few days at someone’s place and I was the only one with room for him… please don’t bother him I’ll be home after work <3 ily! ~ Karina’
You crushed the note in your hand and sighed. Fuck, you were stuck here with that old man for who knows how long?! You shook your head and decided you needed to eat something before you died from anger.
“You cooking something?”
You slammed the pot down on the stove and bit your lip. “Shut the fuck up I don’t want your old stench near me!”
“….im in the living room.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
Vincent seemed to take the hint as he didn’t say anything else. You sighed in peace and began to cook some instant ramen for dinner. The smell of health-ish noodles filled the air as you spilled in some wontons to eat with it.
Just when you were finished, you grabbed some chopsticks only to have it pulled from your hand. You glanced up, god you fucking hated that he was taller than you, and glared at Vincent.
“Thank you, baby.”
“Ba—?! The fuck, that’s mine!”
Vincent grabbed the bowl too and you couldn’t exactly do much with how much taller he was compared to you.
“Hm, I think it’s mine. Compensation for having to deal with your disgusting attitude.”
“I’ll show you disgusting, damn beanstalk!”
Before you could do anything, Vincent placed the bowl back on the countertop and easily grabbed both of your wrists with… just one hand.
He was saying something but all you could really do was just stare in shocked awe that his hand was so large to hold… and properly restrain both of your wrists with ease. You weren’t sure what this feeling was but it felt so.. odd to not feel angry that he was touching you.
His hands were large. Quite large. You could see his veins. Oh god—his veins. One paper cut—you shook the thought away and just continued staring. Shit…. If his hand was this big against you… was… everything else…?
“Hey, are you listening, brat?”
Vincent pulled your wrists up, effectively making you look up at him. Your arms were now up above your head, Vincent’s grip still there on your wrists.
It took you a minute to prepare your comeback as your face soon twisted into a snarl.
“I’m not a brat, old man!”
“Can’t come up with a better insult? I’m pretty sure you called me that already.”
He released your wrists much to your dismay as you let out a whine. You clamped your mouth shut, hoping Vincent didn’t notice. It seemed he didn’t as he grabbed the bowl of ramen.
“Thanks. I’ll enjoy it.” He smirked before walking away to the living room.
You stood in the kitchen for a moment, trying to think about what the fuck you had thought about. His hands. Fuck, his hands. You groaned as you tried to stop thinking about his hands.
What the hell? Was this the first time you noticed just how big he was compared to you.
He was like… 6’3! And muscular… a good amount of muscle. You shook your head and sighed, trying to think about anything else beside your nemesis’ body.
You didn’t like him. You couldn’t. Seeing him always sent you into a bad mood.
He broke your sister heart… well you hated him even when they dated so that wasn’t quite the reason why you hated him.
Why’d you hate him?
Don’t ask that—it didn’t matter.
With a huff, you stormed off—again—to your room. You slammed the door shut and plopped down onto the bed. It was only around 5 pm. How long would I take for Karina to get home?
God, what the hell was she insist to take night shifts?
You turned on your tv and decided to just wallow in your bed watching some random kdrama.
Deep into the kdrama, when the main couple was having their steamy kiss—you (unfortunately) began to think how it’d be to kiss Vincent.
You shook your head and continued watching the drama until you fell asleep.
It was when your door slammed open that you shook awake in fear. You stared at the door in shock and saw an unimpressed Vincent. He glanced around your… more kiddish room and walked inside.
“Guess you haven’t had the time to change it, huh?” His finger moved around, pointing at your more kiddish decorations that looked out of place to your more mature furniture.
You rolled your eyes. You didn’t feel in the mood to do anything. Vincent seemed to take notice of that but he didn’t say anything.
“Did you eat? It’s past ten.”
“Why’d you care?”
You look over at his face, a curious expression on your own. He didn’t actually care—he was just making stupid small talk. But—
His face.
His face when you saw it showed pure anger. His lips pulled up into a snarl as you blinked in shock. Wow. You never got him to be this angry—only one time.. that time you—
“Did you even eat at all today?”
You blinked. How’d…?
“I was here all morning, damn brat. I knew you didn’t come to the kitchen once and unless you have food stored in your room— you didn’t eat a single thing this entire day.”
“Why… do… you… care?” You muttered.
Vincent didn’t say anything. He worked over to you and with great strength, grabbed your arm and pulled you out of bed. You yelled at him to let you go but you didn’t much to his grip.
He dragged you out of the room and to the living room. Vincent forced you to sit down on the couch and he walked over to the kitchen. You stayed in the couch, a bit scared in how he’d react to you moving.
Why was he so angry? It wasn’t like you didn’t eat all the time..
It’s just one day.
Before you knew it, a bowl of ramen was being placed into your hands. You glanced up at him as he plopped down on the couch, staring straight at you.
He didn’t say anything—his gaze straight on you.
You blushed heavily and began to eat, trying to ignore his gaze on you. It wasn’t until you were finished that you felt a bit more relaxed. You were pretty hungry.
You couldn’t help but glance over at Vincent once you finished, curious to see how he’d react. And.. he smirked. Fucking jackass.
You huffed and placed the bowl on the coffee table. “Idiot.” You whisper to yourself.
“What was that?”
“Idiot. What; can’t hear properly anymore? Must be the old age.”
“You really are just a little brat…”
“Asshole! You can’t just call me a brat!” You moved close to him, ready to try and hit him but he grabbed your wrist.
Oh god.
“You aren’t acting like an angel are you? Where’s the thanks for preparing your food.”
“Tch, you stole my own dinner, dick!”
Vincent rolled his eyes. “So dramatic. It was just instant ramen, you could’ve made another.”
“Piece of sh—”
You raised your other hand but was swiftly grabbed by Vincent’s free hand. It was so weird—to be so close to your sister’s ex boyfriend. He kinda smelled like motor oil.
Damn motorcycle…
“You’re such a virgin…” he suddenly laughed, moving one of your hands to his other and keeping it together as he easily pulled you close, draping you over his lap. “You think I couldn’t tell from those looks?”
“You….! Those weren’t looks, damn pervert!”
You flinched as you felt his hand rub against your shorts, pulling at it as it snapped back against your skin. You didn’t whimper—no way!
“And these shorts… fuck, you walk around the house with these with any man here?”
“They’re normal shorts!”
Vincent only hummed as he rubbed your ass a bit more through the shorts. He reached up and grasped the waistband, pulling it down slowly. You squirmed, trying to move but his other hand kept you down on his lap.
“You practically fit your role well… a little brat who needs a good spanking.”
“Span—?!”
You cry out, your body shaking at the first ever slap you felt against your ass cheek. Your shorts saved it from any direct contact.. but it was close—so close.
Your legs were tight together for a sense of comfort as you tried to think of ways to run away. But you didn’t really try moving…
You wanted to see how far he’d go. How far he’d go in fucking his ex girlfriend’s little brother.
“You’re like those small dogs—picking fights with the big ones.”
A whine left your lips as he spanked your ass again—the shorts once again a barrier.
“Count.”
“I’m not—”
He spanked you.
“Three!”
A soft little rub against your ass was your reward. Vincent reached back up and pulled down your shorts to your knees. His hand rubbed your ass a bit—as some sort of prep before rising up.
“Four!”
You whimpered, clutching at the couch beneath you as a lifeline. Your body shook this new direct slaps on your bare ass. It felt so odd to have someone else, especially him, touching your butt.
Even if you didn’t see, you could feel that his hand easily engulfed your ass cheek with one hand. Your body didn’t even fully cover his thighs.
“T…ten!”
You weren’t even sure how you didn’t even get side tracked.. or even remembered the numbers. Your ass cheeks feel sore—this was so brand new and even though your cock was leaking you felt overwhelmed.
Just as his hand raised up again, you began to squirm violently.
“No…! No more! Stop it!” You cry, having no hope that he’d actually stop. But he did. Vincent maneuvered you to sit properly on his lap.
“What’s wrong?”
He… actually looked concerned. Wow.
Ugh, you didn’t like that look.
“Tired…” you simply muttered, too embarrassed to state that.. you were getting scared. You never thought about kinks or what not—so springing this on you was just—a bad idea honestly.
Vincent hummed, his hand moving to rest on the curve of your hip. It felt nicely there. You couldn’t help but blush at the thought… he should rest it there more often.
You blinked. Fuck.
“Need to cum?” He asked, glancing down at your leaking cock.
“Yeah.”
Vincent raised an eyebrow—as if he was waiting for you to answer him. Properly.
You frowned and rolled your eyes. “Pl… ugh—”
“—I guess you don’t have to cum.” He began to remove his hands from your hips.
“No…! P…pl…. please….”
Vincent’s lips pulled into a cruel smirk as he reached over and grabbed your cock. You flinched and immediately began to thrust into his hand, but his hand… still large hand reached down and gripped your leg, holding you down.
“I didn’t say you could move, brat. Take what I give you.”
You whimpered and despite every fiber in your being wanting to move, obeyed his command. His hand job was slow and teasing, daring you to buck into his hand. But you did your best to keep still.
“Y….your hand..”
He raised an eyebrow.
“So… big..”
“This is big for you? Imagine… my actual cock inside of you.”
You blushed, staring at Vincent in shock.
“Aw~ the brat is shy? Don’t be… I’m sure you imagined it—my cock deep inside that hole of yours.”
His free hans trailed up your stomach, circling around an area of it as he gently pressed down on it.
“Can’t wait to see how far my dick print will be.”
You cummed.
Fuck, you actually came at the thought of his dick would look deep inside of you. You shook as your first ever orgasm from another person practically changed you forever.
You groaned and leaned into Vincent’s chest, resting your head on his shoulders.
“I didn’t say you could come… but I’ll allow it—this time. Now clean.”
His grip on your hair pulled your head back. Fuck, you definitely wanted more of that. His fingers that was covered in your cum, was shoved directly into your mouth.
You choked, tears prickled your eyes but you didn’t bite his hand. You were once again too tired to act like a brat. You diligently licked his fingers and moaned around them.
You could hear Vincent grunt as you unintentionally began to suck on his fingers, swirling your tongue between them. Certainly looked like sucking a cock.
“Fuck… you little—”
“(Name)! I’m back, I hope you did….”
Karina’s voice trailed off as she caught the sight of you, bottomless and sucking Vincent’s fingers. And Vincent, rock hard in his jeans and a look of want in his eyes.
Well…
At least it wasn’t cheating….?
This was way longer that it needed to be :( hope it was still good lol it’s fun writing a reader who is actively a bitch to the character
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Songs That Remind Me of Redacted Characters:
- Angel: Hottie by Flo Milli
like…cmon. this is so angel. u gotta hear me out here. no one else could pull this off so flawlessly.
- David: Loyalty by Kendrick Lamar
it just. really fits him man. idk what u want me to say. loyalty is one of the biggest things for him. also this song is sexy.
- Asher: What is Love by Haddaway
YOU HAVE TO HEAR ME OUT ON THIS. PLEASEEE SEE MY VISION. every single karaoke night. every. single. time. he performs it with baabe and they have a fucking blast.
- Baabe: Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer
i dont have a proper explanation for this one to be completely honest with you. but i think it really fits them. its cute and homey and i feel like its how they view their relationship with asher. ily baabe.
- Milo: La Carcacha by Selena
literally just take a listen man. this is so milo. everything about this is tailored to give u the spitting image of this man.
- Darlin’: Pride by Kendrick Lamar
do i have to explain. because i really feel like i don’t.
- Sam: After The Storm by Kali Uchis
idk the lyrics kinda speak to me. plus i feel like he’d enjoy this song, a small break from whatever fuckass country music he would listen to regularly. that is mean. i am sorry sam.
- Vincent: FASHION by Britney Manson
do i even have to explain myself. i know him. u know him. this is his fucking song.
- Lovely: My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski
they honestly make me really really sad. so they get a mitski song. but honestly i feel like they would really relate to this one. so much has been taken from them whether it be malicious or not that all they truly have left is their love. whether that be their love for vincent or general love for themselves and life and such. lovely .. u will always be famous.
- Huxley: Ain’t It Fun by Paramore
ok first of all. he loves paramore, i know this for a fact because he told me. u gotta believe me. but also this is just so him!
- Freelancer: Hottie by Brockhampton
another one that i cant truly explain. idk man! friendship! this just reminds me alot of my specific vision of freelancer. those who get it, get it.
- Gavin: Daylight by Taylor Swift
SORRY. IM SORRY FOR TAYLOR SWIFT POSTING. IM NOT EVEN A SWIFTIE BUT THIS IS SOOOOO GAVIN AND FL. FORGIVE MEEEEE.
- Blake: Once More To See You by Mitski
don’t even look at me.
- Elliot: Wasted Summers by Juju
shakes the bars of my enclosure. RAAUGHHHHH. i actually really love him and i also really love this song. im crazy.
- Sunshine: See You Again by Tyler The Creator
hehehehehehe. hehehehohohoho.
- Smartass: Upgrade U by Beyonce
i cant explain myself for this one. this one is simply off of vibes im sorry. but surely u can understand.
- Guy: Dumb Dick by Level
THIS IS ON HIS PLAYLIST. I KNOW THIS FOR A FACCCTTTT. he blasts this all the fucking time and honey is SICKKKK of it. u know im right.
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You asked for other otome games therefore, you have to bare with this long ass ask😈
First of all, tears of themis looks so GOOD WJSJSJZ imma play it 🤩
Moving on suggestions, I'd really recommend Obey Me if you're looking for something very wholesome!
Obey Me doesn't provide routes like most of the games but I really like it this way!
This game is easier to play than any other.
You really don't have to spend real money in this game as there are tons of event giving you free things such as cards, APs, Devil Points and more! You can earn everything without having to use your real money. Thank you obey me 🧎🏽♀️
They use they/them pronouns which I find really pleasing cause other games are always a she/her and have a specific physical figure for the MC :/
In this game MC is drawn as a literal sheep which is so freaking cute sjznsj
You can go around being a ho3 in this game and kiss whoever you want 😼
They added 3 new characters recently and one of them is a female! Though they only appear around Lesson 60 which I haven't reached *laughs painfully*
You can use your real money and buy things if you want but if you don't, then it's perfectly fine. You can continue your game without any struggles.
VERY VERY EASY TO GET UR AND SSR CARDS!! there's an event going on rn that they give you 100 free pulls for cards! At least one SSR or higher cards are GUARANTEED!!
Main reason to download this game: Mammon is there. Periodt.
They're all demons, sorcerers, and angels.
Total characters : 15
Here are some pictures from the game
Honestly, it's just them being crackheads💀 this game also releases short anime!! Go. Play it. Watch it.
Now let's look at games released by cybird company. (Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Sengoku and Ikemen Prince)
5 love passes are given to you everyday so you can read it for free. But if you want to read more than 5 parts, you'd HAVE to buy the passes/tickets.
The storylines are amazing. Very interesting and angsty.
My fav of them all is Ikemen Vampire. It's about historical figures such as Shakespeare, Vincent van Gogh, Arthur Conan Doyle and etc being brought back to life by turning them into vampires. Each one of them suffers from something and you're the one who'll break it! ;)
Total characters : 15
Ikemen Sengoku is also about historical figures, but it's Sengoku Period. The MC travels back in time to the Sengoku Period, where the war is going on and she falls in love with one of them. This one is pretty nice and angsty too!!
Total characters : 17(?) [Too many to remember ✋🏼💀]
Ikemen Prince is about choosing the next king for a kingdom called Rhodolite.
All the characters are called "Beasts" because of how they act. But they act that certain way because they went through a rough past.
You gotta make them human again :'D
Total characters : 13
Then we have court of darkness, released by the Voltage Inc company.
I've only recently started playing so I can't say for sure but so far, I really love it!
It's about the MC magically entering another realm(?) where they live by using magics and all. Pretty interesting.
5 free love passes/tickets everyday. You can earn more tickets by reading the stories everyday.
Sorry for the long ask😭😭
oh my god this is so detailed ily kiss, tHEY ALL LOOK SO HOT???? HELLO— ikemen prince really caught my eye (the last pic 😳) so i might try it too !!
i cant really buy anything (using real money) lol so i guess the 5 passes by cybrid company are a nice limit bc i might fall the the rabbit hole and never crawl out MWHSHSHAHA
i— yes okay. downloading obey me rn MDMSLAJAJA the MC is a sheep...???? 🧍♀️🧍♀️🧍♀️ im convinced LMAO THANK YOU FOR THIS MWA oh !! tears of themis is made by mihoyo btw
#shini ♡#if you dont hear from me its bc im playing otome games#blame shini#NO IM JOKING LMAOFNSJLSJDMSJMSJA LOVE U#istg if i get obsessed 😫#in tears of themis btw the MC is female#so many characs too??#sighs more boys to gush over 😔#WAIT THERES A GIRL IN THE LAST PIC TOO!!! GASPS#asks.#moots °~☆
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Requested by @elijahs-wife : Hi Ashlee!! Could you write a fic using the prompt "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"? Sending love 💗💗
A/N: TEHANI THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST ily 💗 I’m sorry this took me a little bit!! I wanted it to be something worth posting! I’m still iffy on it.
I don’t think I will never NOT be terrified to send something out into the void, so please like/reblog if you enjoyed!! and if you want to read any more from me, feel free to send me a request! I love all our mikaelson boys (except Finn tbh sorry) so i’m down to write for more than just Elijah!
Elijah Mikaelson x female!reader
Word count: 2,970
tw: kind of sad, mentions of being an orphan, not a whole lot!
credit to the gif creator!!
Elijah stood in the crowd, absentmindedly sipping his champagne while listening in on different conversations. Laughter bubbled throughout the compound at another Mikaelson ball. He sighed and made his way to find his brother. He heard Klaus from far off, bickering with Hope about the dress she had chosen for the night.
"Dad, it's my birthday ball. I should be able to wear what I want!" She huffed. Elijah turned the corner into one of the various hallways of the compound, coming around to see the father and daughter facing off.
He chuckled, "Children, please," he said, eyeing Hope's admittedly short dress. Her hair was curled and she sported a sky blue cocktail dress. "Although your father may have a point," Elijah stated, raising an eyebrow.
Klaus gestured to Elijah, "Thank you, brother!" He exclaimed.
"I'm 18! I'm going to wear whatever I want," Hope said, storming into the party with finality. Elijah walked closer to his brother, putting a hand on his shoulder, stifling a laugh.
"She is very strong-willed, like her father," He said, raising his champagne flute to his lips. Klaus glared at his brother and sighed. "She has a point though. She is a young woman now. Just give her this one night to do and wear what she wants." The men turned and departed the hallway, heading back into the party. Klaus grabbed a champagne flute and headed to stand on a flight of stairs. Elijah stood at the base, looking into the crowd again.
"May I have your attention!" Klaus called out into the large room, "I would like to say a few words about my daughter, Hope." Klaus smiled down at her as he began his speech. Elijah continued to scan the room. His brother's voice faded from his ears when his eyes landed on a woman amongst the crowd, standing with his sister Freya. She was beautiful, wearing a blush coloured, floor-length dress. Her Y/C/H hair flowing down her back in an elegantly curled braid. She beamed up at Klaus as he gave his heartfelt speech about Hope. Elijah felt an unfamiliar sensation in his chest, a feeling he hadn't felt in a very, very long time.
In unison, the crowd lifted their glasses and cheered, "To Hope!" The woman put her glass to her full, pink lips. The room erupted into conversation and movement, and Elijah lost sight of her. As if jogged from a trance, Elijah put his champagne on the nearest surface and began searching the crowd once more. He pushed passed strangers and friends alike to get to where he had spotted her. He broke through the other side of the crowd, looking around for her or Freya. He found the two making their way around the outskirts of the party, talking and laughing together. He took a second to compose himself, putting his left hand in his suit pants pocket. Taking a deep breath, he followed after her.
"Good evening," he said casually, coming up behind the two women. They turned and Freya greeted him with a smile and a warm hug. The stranger stood by with a polite smile on her face.
"Elijah! I was wondering when I'd see you," she pulled away and turned to the woman next to her. "Y/N, this is my brother, Elijah." Freya smiled at Y/N.
"Hello, Elijah," She greeted, extending her hand. Rather than shaking it, Elijah took her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it softly. Blush crept up Y/N's cheeks as Freya's eyebrows raised.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Elijah said, not taking his eyes off her Y/E/C ones. "May I have this dance?" He heard her heartbeat quicken as she gave a small nod, letting Elijah gently tug her to the dance floor.
"I guess I'll just hang out here! By myself!" Freya called after them, huffing to herself.
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Y/N was a New Orleans French Quarter witch. That was how she and Freya had met and became friends. Y/N had started coming around the compound more and more frequently over the following weeks, becoming closer to the Original family. Rosie cheeks and stolen glances at Elijah filled her visits under the excuse of hanging out with Freya. She loved her friend, truly, but she couldn't get her mind off of the oldest Mikaelson brother. He, on the other hand, seemed to distance himself from her after his first introduction. She had hoped that she didn't offend him in some way. “Maybe I’m just not his type,“ She thought to herself.
"Y/N?" Freya's voice sounded in Y/N's head, jogging her from her thoughts.
"What, I'm sorry?" She looked at her friend, confused. They were sitting on a couch located in the library of the compound, pulling a late-night together. Her thoughts of Elijah had distracted her mid-conversation.
Freya rolled her eyes. "I asked if you'd like to come to the Halloween party we're throwing here this weekend. Hope wants it to be a big event, and you know Klaus would do anything to keep her happy." Freya smiled at Y/N.
Y/N nodded, thinking about the father/daughter relationship Hope and Klaus had brought a sad smile to her face. She was glad Hope would have the love of family throughout her life. Y/N was alone in New Orleans, growing up in different foster homes and halfway houses. Her real family unknown to her, she had been tossed from house to house because of the unexplainable things that happened around her. Until she met Vincent, back when he was still married to Eva Sinclair. He taught Y/N about what living in New Orleans really meant for people like her. He made her feel like she belonged.
"I'd love to come! Costume party?" Y/N asked, sipping tea from her mug.
Freya nodded, "Hope wouldn't have it any other way."
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Elijah rolled his eyes. "I will not be wearing a costume. I believe I may just stay behind and let you all enjoy the fun," He said to Hope and Klaus. Hope was trying on her little red riding hood costume for the party that night when she turned and glared at Elijah.
"Come on, Uncle Elijah. Auntie Bex is! I even got dad some devil horns that he's going to wear, right dad?" She looked over at Klaus who grimaced and looked at Elijah pleadingly.
"Yes, darling, I'll wear them," He said, defeated. Hope smiled and looked back at Elijah. Elijah shook his head again, turning to exit the room.
"Y/N will be there," Hope exclaimed as he walked toward the door. Elijah stopped in his tracks and closed his eyes, sighing. She knew that would get him to come. He wasn’t as good at hiding his feelings as he thought he was, or maybe Hope was just perceptive. Hope smiled triumphantly to herself as she turned back to the mirror to look at her costume once more, perfecting the details.
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Y/N entered the compound, her dress flurrying around her as she was met by a large crowd of people. The sun had set and the party was in full swing. The Mikaelson’s sure know how to throw a rager, she thought to herself. She walked farther into the crowd, her dress and cloak billowing around her. She headed toward the bar, keeping her eyes peeled for Freya.
"There you are!" Freya's voice came from behind her, muffled by the music. Y/N turned and saw her friend dressed in a bright pink dress, star wand in hand with a large crown atop her head. Y/N stifled a laugh at the sight.
"And what are you supposed to be?" Y/N said over the music.
Freya frowned, "What, you don't get it? I'm Glinda! You know, from The Wizard Of Oz?" She flourished her wand in Y/N's face and laughed. Freya was already a few drinks in. "Who are you supposed to be?" She asked, her words slightly slurred.
Y/N looked down at her costume, and back up to Freya. "I'm Sarah Sanderson! From Hocus Pocus," Y/N twirled in her spot. She and Freya giggled as Y/N spun. Mid-spin, she spotted Elijah coming down the stairs and her breath hitched in her throat. She didn't take Elijah for the costume type, so she hadn't expected him to be here tonight.
He looked absolutely regal in his black suit and tie. Large white angels wings sprouted from his back. He looked around the room while coming down the stairs, not yet seeing Y/N. Freya followed Y/N's gaze and saw Elijah. She drunkenly put an arm around Y/N's shoulder.
"You know, I think you have a thing for my brother," She accused. Y/N blushed, turning away from the angel.
"I'm the last person he would be interested in if I was," Y/N cast one last look his way before turning back to the bar, ordering a drink. "Let's get this party started," She said to her friend, giving her a smile. She reminded herself to not get attached. Everyone leaves eventually.
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Y/N and Freya were joined by Rebekah, but they couldn't quite tell who she was dressed as. All they could tell was that it was tight and it was spandex. The three danced and drank in the middle of the party, not a care in the world. Elijah watched from the bar protectively. Something about this woman was so magnetic, so charming. He couldn't bring himself to admit that there was a flame ignited in his heart at the sight of her. He doesn't let people in. She's a mortal witch, her life span was the blink of an eye compared to his. No, he wouldn't let himself get attached. She would see him for the monster he was. He turned to mingle with the crowd, although he never let the three women leave his line of sight.
Y/N was having the time of her life with her friends, drunkenly dancing the night away.
“I’m going to go grab more drinks!” She slurred to the other two girls. They cheered in response as she turned and stumbled toward the bar. She caught the bartender's attention and ordered. He returned with three shot glasses and she thanked him, turning to get back to dancing. Before she could take a step, she collided with someone.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She cried, slurring her words. She stumbled back to look at the person she collided with, finding the handsome angel she had been eyeing earlier. He pursed his lips, wiping the front of his suit with his handkerchief. “Elijah,” she gasped, “I am so sorry, let me he-”
“Do not bother, Y/N,” he said, holding his hand up. He glared in her direction, not looking in her eyes. She gulped at his response.
“Please, let me make it up to you,” She tried dipping her head to catch his eye. He turned and motioned to the bartender for more shots.
“Have a pleasant evening,” He nodded curtly at her and turned to walk away, leaving her standing there, unsure of what just happened. Anger flared in her chest as she watched the angel walk away. She grabbed one of the shots that the bartender had set out and downed it quickly. Taking the other two to her friends, she let the music take her away, continuing to party.
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The night continued on and the party began to thin out, while the three girls in the center of the dance floor kept going, laughing and dancing. Elijah had kept his eyes on them, amazed at how the two witches could keep up with the vampire. Elijah looked around at the few stragglers left, sitting around drunkenly talking to one another. He made his way across the compound, heading towards the stairs to head up to his room for the night. The music was quieter now, not as upbeat. Y/N saw him moving across the dance floor and stumbled as fast as she could to get in front of him.
“Elijah,” She slurred, “Please let me apologize for earlier. Dance with me!” She scooped him away before he could object, wrapping her arms around his neck, not letting him leave.
“Y/N I-” He started, but she shushed him, swaying to the music.
“Elijah I know you don’t like me that much, and I don’t know why but I just want to let you know that I’m sorry for spilling those drinks on you and I’m sorry for making you hate me for whatever reason,” she drunkenly let her head fall on his chest while she spoke, her eyes fluttering shut.
Elijah’s eyes widened at her speech, his hands falling to rest on her back. She hummed at his touch and smiled, eyes still closed. “Y/N… I apologize for making you feel that way, that was not my intention.” He looked down at her, “I just wanted to keep you safe,” He whispered.
Suddenly Y/N slumped into him, dropping like dead weight. Elijah reacted quickly and scooped her up, seeing she had passed out. He looked toward Freya and Rebecca who had already fallen asleep on the couch, snuggling into each other. His heart warmed at the sight of his sisters together. He refocused on the beautiful woman in his arms and began to climb the stairs, heading toward his room. He gently opened the door and crossed the room, laying her in the bed and covering her up. She adjusted into the comfort of the bed, grabbing Elijah’s hand as he slid his arms out from underneath her.
“Stay with me?” she mumbled. His heart softened and he silently agreed, stripping out of his wings and suit jacket. He crossed to the other side of the bed and slid into it, careful not to touch her. She turned to him and opened her eyes slightly. “Will you hold me?” she asked quietly. Tears brimmed her eyes.
He nodded and opened his arms to her, confused and worried. “What’s wrong, darling?” He whispered.
She moved into his open arms and placed her head on his chest, wrapping one arm around the front of him tightly. He felt his shirt dampen where her head lay. He held her close, rubbing one hand up and down her back, waiting for a response. He felt her start to tremble next to him.
“I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified,” she whispered into him. She let out a small cry, scared of his reaction. “I’m terrified you’ll hate me for telling you. I’m terrified you’ll leave if we do end up together. I’m terrified of everything falling apart. I’m terrified of people leaving.”
Elijah’s heart cracked at her words.
“Y/N.. I think I’m terrified to admit the feelings I have for you. I wish nothing more than for your safety and happiness,” He kissed her hair and he felt her relax in his arms. She had fallen asleep on him, inebriated and vulnerable. Elijah held her for the rest of the night, stroking her hair and cherishing the moment.
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When morning came, Y/N thought her head would explode. She groaned and rolled over, putting her hands over her face. The bed was empty beside her. How did she get in the bed? Her memory was fuzzy, but she remembered large white wings and strong arms carrying her. She sat up in bed, suddenly panicked, realizing who’s room she was in. What else had happened? She concentrated, squeezing her eyes shut. “I wish nothing more than for your safety and happiness,“ She remembered hearing his deep voice whisper to her before she fell asleep. Her heart thudded heavily in her chest. Had she dreamt of this confession? Did her drunken subconscious trick her into hearing his voice?
Someone cleared their throat in the doorway, startling her. She looked up to see Elijah holding a tray with water, aspirin, eggs, and toast. She blushed intensely, trying to brush her hair down and make herself look decent. He smiled at her warmly. “Good morning. I apologize for startling you,” He said. He crossed the room to her, putting the tray on the nightstand and sitting on the bed next to her.
He stared into her eyes, warmth flooding his chest. “It wasn’t a dream,” he said quietly, confirming her silent hope. He heard her heart flutter at his words.
Tears brimmed her eyes again. She bit her lip and looked down at her hands. “What does this mean for us?” She whispered.
He reached out and moved her chin to look at him. “It means I love you.” He smiled at her. Tears spilled onto her cheeks as she smiled and leaned forward, closing the space between them. She kissed him with no regard for the world around them. Her hands moved to his neck, tangling in his chestnut hair. He pulled her close, deepening the kiss and laying her on the bed. The eggs and toast got cold before Y/N got to them.
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“I’ve been wanting this since you asked me to dance that night.” Y/N said, playing with Elijah’s hand as they laid side by side. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” She smiled.
He adjusted to put his arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her head. “You will never have to be terrified again. I am here and I’m not leaving you. You have my word.” He moved her chin with his free hand to gaze into her Y/E/C eyes. He kissed her again, hoping to convey his pent up love and lust in one kiss. He knew he’d never be able to make her understand the depths of his affection for her. Just as he knew he may never know the extent of hers for him.
She pulled away slightly and whispered, “I love you and I’m not terrified anymore.”
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Hi love! Can I make a request for Thomas, Bubba, Brahms and the three Sinclair brothers asking their s/o to marry? I love your blog 💗💗 Ily💗
Of course this is so cute holy crap-
Some Slashers Proposing to their S/O
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas would ponder the question for days and days and days! Was he really up for this? Were you up for this? Would you say yes?
With some coaxing from his momma he’d finally decide that- yes, he could do this! He wanted to marry you, and he was confident that you would say yes!
He would try to make it seem like nothing was happening, though he never takes you into the forest. He always says it was too dangerous for you!
Unbeknownst to you, Luda Mae and Hoyt are hot on your tails, anticipated for the big question. Luda Mae just can’t wait to hold a wedding ceremony, her boy’s all grown up!
Thomas would stop you in the woods, towering over you in the most non-threatening way possible, taking in everything about you, tracing a hand over your cheek.
The look in his eyes can’t help but make you smile, but the smile fades into a surprised expression as he gets down on one knee like he’s seen people do in movies.
The ring he presents is nothing special- a simple silver wedding band passed down from his mother, but it’s more than enough because it’s from him.
Of course you would say yes, and he’d be so relieved, standing tall again and wrapping his hands around your waist. After a passionate kiss and a dramatic twirl, Luda Mae and Hoyt would burst from their hiding places to congratulate the both of you.
Bubba Sawyer
Bubba would be so, so so so so so so nervous, pacing in front of his brothers as he tried to communicate his question with shaking hands. He needed their approval first, of course.
After much struggle, Drayton would obviously encourage the idea, since you aren’t actually that bad- don’t tell your S/O he said that, Bubba! Bubba would be absolutely overjoyed, and he might even cry a little. This was really happening!
He’d make it up to be something very special! Drayton would prepare a huge dinner, and Bubba would dress up in his nicest outfit- his Grandfather’s old tux and his prettiest mask, topped off with lots and lots of makeup! He’d even get Nubbins and ChopTop to dress up!
After a spectacular dinner he’d drag you out to the sunflower fields, giddy with excitement and anticipation. He’d stop surrounded by tall yellow flowers and he’d hold your hands in his.
With a deep breath he’d finally gather the courage to get down on his knee, holding out the ring he’d carved from bone fragments. It was detailed with little carvings and swirls, his greatest work ever.
The pure joy he would feel as you say yes would force him to leap right back up, slipping the ring onto your finger and taking your hands, spinning quickly around in circles of celebration.
He would hug you so close, kissing your cheeks and forehead repeatedly, and then he’d walk you back home to a waiting and happy family to plan a wedding.
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms would know he wants to marry you from the moment you first started dating. He’d never tolerated anyone before, but you had wormed your way into his heart and he liked that.
He would want to do something very, very special, and since he’s always too afraid to go outside (but you begged him to come out and garden with you) he knew that you would love what he had in mind.
Days in advance he would build up his courage and slip out into the yard, scared as a squirrel. He’d scout out the grounds for a perfect place. Thank god you had kept all the flowers alive.
At last, with a ring in his hand, he would drag you to the door after dinner, clean and wearing a fancy suit. You would be stunned and happy enough by him leading you outside with a confidence you hadn’t thought was possible for the scaredy cat.
He would bring you to the ruins-like place overlooking the large lake, a bouquet of roses he’d snipped (dammit, Brahms, don’t cut the flowers!) resting on the edge.
First, he’d give you the roses, and as you admired them he’d slip of his mask without you asking for once. By now you have to be wondering why he’s being so romantic and perfect.
When he gets down on one knee it clicks, and your eyes well with tears. The ring he pulls out is gorgeous, a faded gold with a large diamond encrusted on the top. It was his mothers ring.
A yes would be obvious, and once he stood again, slipping the ring onto your finger, he’d kiss you, a passionate kiss, more love-filled than any you’d ever shared.
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent would make the proposal perfect. He’d get Bo’s permission to take over one of the buildings, moving out the wax figures and littering candles all over. He’d light each one and try to collect some flowers to scatter about.
He’d be a little bit off all day, more affectionate and confident than usual. You also notice Bo and Lester are staying out of your way for once.
Vincent would present to you a meal more sophisticated than any you’d ever had with the Sinclairs. Expensive steak, expensive wine, and expensive dessert.
Then, he’d take your hand and you’d stroll slowly towards the building he’d set up, the candles all lit and the flowers arranged beautifully. He’d hold the door open for you and he’d watch, adoring your surprised and awestruck expression.
He’d profess his unending love for you, saying that you are his absolute soulmate and no one else would ever even rival your perfection. He’d take your hand, and he’d place the wax ring gently inside.
Upon closer inspection, you can see that instead of a diamond there is a perfectly carved rose to size of your pinkie nail, realistic and stunning.
After you say yes, he’d kiss you passionately, and rest your forehead against his, swaying back and forth and muttering praise, love, and thanks for being so perfect.
Bo Sinclair
Bo never imagined himself getting married. It had never been important to him, but you- you made him feel some type of way and he needed you to see how much he loved you right back.
He wouldn’t make it too special- he wouldn’t know how but he’d spend the entire day with you, making sure you felt appreciated.
As the sun slid towards the horizon and Vincent was down in the basement, Lester asleep, you and Bo were left alone. He’d pull out some beers, a big blanket, and he’d sit with you out on the front porch stairs, your head on his shoulder and his hand in yours.
He’d start off the proposal with a nervous question; “Can I say somethin’?” you could detect the nervousness in his voice, and you’d pull away to face him with a furrowed brow. “Of course!”
He’d go on about how much he loves you; how mouch you’ve changed his life for the better, how he could never live without you, how you bring out the good in him.
He’d fish through is pocket for the ring he’d stolen off of a victim from a few months back. It had small diamonds along the top of the rosegold band.
“Sorry for bein’ so cheesy and soft, but... I wanna marry you. Or... I want you to marry me. This is a proposal, I guess.” he isn’t very good at this, stumbling over his words and correcting himself on numerous occasions. The amused expression on your face almost makes him think you’ll decline, but a passionate kiss is enough for him to know you agree.
He’d slip the ring on your finger, wearing a silly half smile, and you’d know he was the one. “I love you even more when you’re cheesy and soft.”
Lester Sinclair
Hoo, boy he is nervous. He has some serious self-esteem issues, so for the longest time he really wants to propose but he’s too afraid to. He rants to Vincent quite often since he’s so knowledgeable about romance and stuff like that.
After plenty of reassuring, Lester finally gathers the courage to ask you the big question. He’d ask you to come on a last-minute scan of the nearby areas for roadkill, but that wouldn’t be very romantic. That’s not what you’re actually doing, of course.
He’ll bring you out to the forest, and now is when you realize the way he taps nervously on the steering wheel, chewing on the inside of his cheek. When you ask him what’s wrong, he’ll stutter out a “n-nothin’!” that makes you even more concerned.
He’ll stop somewhere quiet and open so you can stare up at the stars, hopping from the front seat and asking you to meet him in the bed of the truck.
He’ll sit with you there for a while, staring up at the breathtaking stars and the even more breathtaking you, until he feels gutsy enough to speak.
He’ll brandish a ring he had bought from a nearby pawn shop, afraid that you wouldn’t like it. He’d spent more on it than he’s ever spent on anything else other than his truck.
Upon hearing your ‘yes’ he can’t help but hold you tight, burying his face in your hair and inhaling your scent. He’s so lucky to have you.
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hey i really enjoyed your hc awhile back about ikesen mc who struggled with eating and fear of gaining weight could you possibly do it with the ikevamp boys? like le comte, leo, theo, arthur and nepo please? i’m recovering from an ed and your writing have really helped me alot but i totally understand if it’s too touchy ily and stay safe
it’s such an honor to hear my writing has helped u! i hope you recover well, n please know that i support u & everyone else struggling from this. the boys do as well uwu
tw: starvation
Napoleon Bonaparte
Napoleon isn’t very observant, much less at the dining table wherein he eats his meals for a solid 15 minutes tops before he’s retiring to the comforts of his room once again.
But it doesn’t even take observation skills to see how you barely eat at times, how the most you’d do is shove a spoon of food, maybe two, into your mouth, hastily swallowing it down as if you’re being forced to.
So then he asks. Plain and simple, tilting his head and furrowing his brows as his arms wrap around your waist, your paced breathing the only sound resonating through his room.
“Why don’t you eat that much?”
Napoleon feels the way you tense up underneath his strong arms, hears how your breathing seems to quicken. In an instant, you’re wriggling yourself out of his grasp, he propping himself up on his elbows to stare at you and the sudden distance between the two of you in confusion.
“Nunuche, did I say something wrong? I’m sorry if—”
“It’s fine, Napoleon.” Your voice is all sorts of tiny and wavering, unable to look him in the eye as you fidget with your fingers — the sight only causing his heart to clench. “It’s just… I, uh, don’t like gaining weight. I want to be, uh, thin — perfect, if you will.”
You don’t look up. You couldn’t. If you did, you would have seen how the past Emperor of France — no, not even — how the man who loves you and only you breaks, cerulean eyes glossing over and a lump forming in his throat.
And he says, plain and simple, tilting his head and furrowing his brows as his hand reaches out to caress the warm skin of your cheek.
“But.. you’re already perfect. Maybe not to yourself, but to me. And… you’re all I need, in all honesty.”
It’s too much, you think. Being loved like this. Because that’s all it took for something inside you to snap, for you to start sobbing, Napoleon pulling you into his arms as he rakes lithe fingers gently through your hair, pampering the crown of your head with light kisses and sweet nothings.
He holds you like that all until you fall asleep, and even after.
Ever since then, Napoleon had taken it upon himself to dine with you, waiting patiently for you to finish your food before even thinking of going anywhere.
It’s slightly embarrassing, how he watches you with such a proud smile on his face, one he denies having whenever you point it out.
Leonardo da Vinci
The first time Leonardo finds you asleep when he gets back to his room, he simply brushes it off as exhaustion from your many chores.
And he’s not fully wrong, just has a full chunk missing. He happens to find said chunk out when you proceed to collapse in his sturdy arms, wearily mumbling for him to carry you back to the bedroom.
When he finally sets you down into a comfortable position, sitting down beside you on the bed, Leonardo’s simply staring at you, a frown on his face and creases forming on his forehead, yet remaining silent.
“... Aren’t you gonna ask me why?” Your voice is small, unable to meet his gaze.
He speaks slowly, brushing stray strands of hair out of your face, “You’ll tell me if you want to, cara mia.”
And god, how blessed you are to have such an understanding man. It takes a while before you finally say, “I just… don’t want to gain weight. Every time I look in the mirror, I loathe what I see.”
It’s momentarily silent, though his fingers never cease moving around your face. Then, finally, with his gruff voice the softest you’ve ever heard, he sighs.
“You know, cara mia, I look at you, I see beauty.” Before your mouth is opening, ready to spew denials, he continues, tilting your head to his. “Not just in your face, or your body, but in your soul as well.”
Leaning in closer, inches away from your face, you can only hold your breath. Then, he smiles — a real, genuine smile that only makes your heart melt.
“And I know you might not believe it, but I have all the time in the world to show you what I mean, don’t I?”
He helps you through any and every challenge the both of you face — because it’s not just your struggle anymore, it’s his as well; you are the one he loves, after all.
Most definitely spoon feeds you with that teasing smirk of his at times. It’s enjoyable for him, really, but you have to stop yourself from slapping that damned smirk off his face.
Arthur Conan Doyle
It’s no secret that Arthur was a rotten flirt before your relationship, or that women practically fling themselves onto his arms even after you two had gotten together.
You can’t help but to think each and every girl that tries to hit your lovely boyfriend up seems to be getting prettier and prettier, thinner and thinner. Of course, Arthur politely pushes them away to link himself back to you, but that doesn’t stop your thoughts from running wild all the way back to the mansion.
Try as you might, you’re unable to hide anything from a writer — and not just any writer, the famed writer of Sherlock Holmes who just so happens to be the one you’ve shared yourself with over and over again.
So when you find yourselves back in his room after a long day, resting quietly on his soft bed, it’s no surprise when you feel his hot breath on your cheek, or the slight creak of the bed under his added weight. Your eyes crack open to Arthur’s face inches away from yours in a position you’re well-acquainted to, though the expression on his face differs.
Worry gleams in those normally jovial eyes of his, unthwarted even when you run your fingers through his hair soothingly, just the way he likes it.
“What were the thoughts going through that pretty little head of yours earlier?”
His voice is hushed, though clear as day in the empty room. The question has you pausing momentarily, before dropping the hand previously lost in his messy locks.
You hum, caressing his face, though a faraway look sets itself in your eyes, “Those girls are really pretty. And they’re so thin. Should I lose some more weight? Sleep in tomorrow to miss breakfast? I absolutely hate my bo—mmph!”
Your words were muffled when Arthur’s lips crash onto yours, silencing you in mere seconds. When he pulls away only leaving the both of you breathless, you almost wish his face wasn’t so close — the pain etched in every line of his face was horrible.
Wordlessly, he kisses every part of your skin, intent on leaving nothing untouched, slight tingles following in its trail. As if saying “I love this, I love you.”
He had never really been good with words when it came to his own emotions, and yet that night had him repeating three simple words over and over, as if saying a prayer he wished to ingrain into your heart and mind.
Arthur proceeds to act like an overexcited puppy with you, bringing you any and every type of food he thinks you’d like.
You never have the heart to say no, especially when his chest puffs out in pride after you take a bite.
Theodorus van Gogh
You estimated that it would take about a week or two for someone to notice your regressing eating habits. But having Theo as a lover pulled your estimations way back.
So here you are, awkwardly staring at the man, his eyebrows raised and the words he’d previously uttered racing through your mind.
“Do you think I wouldn’t notice how you’re barely chomping anything down anymore?”
Your actions are stiff, fidgeting with your fingers while you avert your gaze. “I.. thought you’d be busy, is all.”
“Busy enough to ignore the fact that the one I love is starving?” You wince at the edge in his tone, one he notices, only causing him to sigh.
Covering the distance between you two, Theo gently pushes your chin up to meet his gaze, all sorts of worry clear in his bright eyes. With pink tinging his ears, his tone softens, not once breaking the eye contact.
“I care about you, schatje. You’re the only one I can ever love. Remember that, yeah? So I don’t have to keep repeating it…” He trails off, cheeks flushed a hot red and bottom lip caught in between his teeth in a way that only induces a watery chuckle from you.
Theo never forces you to eat anything you don’t want to, but he serves as your cheerleader — more like drill sergeant, in actuality. He always finds subtle ways to get you to eat a bit more, bringing you home some food he deems healthy whenever he goes out.
Though he doesn’t comment on it, he’s extremely happy whenever he sees you eating more than usual, desperately trying to hide the smile on his face from you.
He offers you some of his pancakes at times — he doesn’t even offer them to Vincent. It’s a heartwarming gesture coming from the tsundere.
Comte de Saint-Germain
Do not underestimate this man — Comte is far more observant than he lets on, so the very moment you decide to revert back into your starvation habits, he’s immediately right behind you.
He, however, is also very understanding, and it takes him a good portion of the day to conjure up a way to tackle the situation.
Finally, when you’re languidly running a brush through your hair, Comte takes it upon himself to snake up behind you, pressing his warm body against your back.
“I’ve noticed how you haven’t been eating as much.”
His voice has no trace of accusation — only a simple, no-nonsense statement, bringing you to relax your tense form once more.
Gauging your reaction, he continues carefully, “Do you mind telling me why?”
“It might sound silly but… I’m afraid you’ll leave me if I gain weight.”
Your soft reply only has his eyes widening, mouth gaping ever-so slightly in a way you thought unfit on his regal face.
Then, gently tilting your head to face him, his golden eyes meet yours, smile not-all that bright — slightly pained, if you will — yet he still tries.
“Although you might not believe my words now, this heart of mine belongs to you and only you, ma chérie.”
He must have seen the slight hesitancy in your eyes, the thoughts whirling in your head. A gentle smile sets itself unto his face, his large, smooth hand moving to grasp your own.
“Besides, I have all this time on my hands, and I wouldn’t mind spending it all on you.”
Comte’s with you every step of the way, getting every and anything you need or want
He also takes it upon himself to cook you some meals as well — ones bordering on the thin line between digestible and inedible; apparently not all immortals have cooking skills — but it’s the thought that counts.
#ikemen vampire#ikevamp#napoleon bonaparte#leonardo da vinci#arthur conan doyle#theodorus van gogh#theo#comte de saint germain#comte#headcanons
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im taking this as an invitation to yell about vincent dont @ me
okay. ive been. thinking about him so much the last few days. and ive been talking to my good friend sockz about him a lot. and its made me. hhh. i. he. he’s so nice. and sweet. and. pretty. and im. hhh. ive been like… relistening to his playlist v slowly. and typing everything out for my friend bc they asked to learn about him. and so like… i was going through. and really listening to the way he speaks. and i. oh my god. he speaks like… everything he says feels like pure poetry. and i didnt think it was possible for a person to speak that beautifully but. fuck dude. i. hhhh. okay ill stop im sorry ily /platonic
that absolutely Was an invitation to yell ab anything, absolutely including Vincent
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he's so good. his series was my intro to the channel and ljsdklfaj i have so many feelings for him always. and like. the intonation of his voice. smth about it, idk what it is, but its Good.
ilyt /pl you don't have to stop i'm always down to listen to you ramble!
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Uhm. Hi! I was hoping if I could get a matchup for Slashers?
I'm short, actually working on getting taller and getting my body in shape by exercise (I really wanna do diet as well but I'm just too easy to fall for temptations), I have dark hair (there's little ringlets under my hair, like if you lift my hair you could see ringlets hidden under my slightly wavy hair.) I also wear thick-framed glassess (I'm near-sighted), I prefer thick-frame glasses. I'm fond of Dark Academia aesthetic as well as Space-core. I'm not exactly fond of really cold weathers so I'm usually wearing coats, jackets, or hoodies.
I'm reserved, I'm not good at socializing because I tend to distance myself from people and I always think if I'd be able to stand around those people, or I'm too wary. But if I do manage to make a friend, I can be loyal, supportive, caring, and mischievous. I can be a bit dramatic though. I love to read, write, sing, dance, act.. I also love to watch movies (I may be fond of horror, but I lost prefer chilling fairy tale ones like Pan's Labyrinth.) Speaking of, I tend to have dark humor, I'm also detail-oriented. While I usually read novels and fanfics, I also like to read William Blake's poems (My favorite being Auguries of Innocence.)
My taste in music is all over the place, I could listen to classical music then at the next minute, I'd be listening to rock. I'm not exactly fond of people interrupting me when I'm doing something I enjoy or doing something I want to finish as quickly as possible.
I'm empathetic and open-minded. I'm also secretive, you could tell me secrets and I'll keep it a secret that won't leave my lips because I can forget those secrets.
Sorry if I'm bothering you, take your time and I hope you're doing alright!
I’m happy that you don’t want me to rush, thank you for that 😌Ily for respecting that. +Nobody’s ever bothering me❤️❤️
And ty! I’m kind of doing alright💕 Hope you have a good day
But I’m still sorry for the wait and so sorry if it looks rushed🥺
AND IM SO SORRY BECAUSE I ACCIDENTLY POSTED IT
I match you with:
Brahms Hellshire!
Other possibilities: Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Candyman
He doesn’t mind your shortness, actually quite loves it❤️ b o n e r
He wouldn’t mind if you were an alien. So don’t worry about a thing! But he would definitely play with your little ringlets of hair when you’re cuddling👀
And when he wants your attention, this Brat(tm) is going to steal your glasses—
Story time:
He tried doing a diet once, once....
And it didn’t end well.
But if you think about it, he kinds of is already on a diet, with the nannies giving him a kid’s portion of food-
You love Dark Academia aesthetics?? If you hadn’t already guessed, you’re exactly in the right place! He loves them too💕
He wouldn’t know what space-core is until you showed him, and he’d absolutely love it!
He’d put you in his jackets and cardigans to keep you warm .3.
He’s wary and don’t like people too—
Loves your loyal and caring nature!~
Dramatic? Pffft! He’s the 👑 Dramatic Queen 👑
You love to read, sing, write, dance, act... yes 🙌. He loves to do that too! He already read all the books at least 5 times, but he’ll happily recommend you!
He’d watch any movies with you ❤️
You read poems—-
Where have you been all his life???!
He’d like your dark humor ^^ while some people may find it creepy or weird, he find it really funny!
He’ll talk ALL day about classical music with you<3 and he doesn’t mind any kind!
But he’s the kind to interrupt you while you do something
Empathetic : ❤️❤️
Loves that you’re open-minded✨
And ABSOLUTELY loves that you can keep secrets💕 He’s like a little kid you know
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𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 , beautiful people ! my name is lenny ( 22 , she/her , mst ) & i’m absolutely hyped to be joining this amazing group ! it’s honestly been a hot minute since i last rped in a group , but i truly cannot resist anything that my bbys stephy & leia come up with so here i am ! i’m bringing you my boy jayden , a completely new muse , but i’m really excited to develop him here . pls bare with me if whatever is below the cut is a mess , that’s just representative of my permanent state rn sjkdlhfs but i wanna plot with each & every one of you , so pls hmu ! give this post a like or slide into my dms , or u can reach me via d*sc*rd @ lenny the pooh#3088 ! ily all already , can’t wait to be a part of this group ✨
* 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐠𝐨𝐬 here and do i have the tea for you . jayden is back in bridgehampton for the summer , living off the vincent’s family $670 million net worth . must be nice to come back home to the hamptons , i wonder what his fellow class of 2017 grads think of his return . you know , he was known around town as the vainglorious and for bhs senior superlatives he was crowned as most likely to punch you in the face . i wonder if that still holds true today , a lot can change when you go off to pace university and study commercial dance . either way , i bet he is still very steadfast , assured , truculent and heedless . hopefully this time next year the plans to dance professionally come true . in the meantime , i look forward to seeing him blast cross me - ed sheeran , chance the rapper , & pnb rock at every hamptons function . it’s going to be a wild summer home , welcome back .
alright so i’ll just drop some bullet points here that’ll tell u all about jay !
( tw : mention of suicide , drugs )
his father is one of the most well-known boxers around , but not for anything great : he was a major heavyweight champ in his early days but shortly after jayden was born his mother committed suicide after a really difficult struggle with postpartum depression , which was not aided by her concern for her husband’s dangerous and demanding career — after that , everything sorta went downhill for jay’s father .
he was caught in one of the biggest drug busts in new york history and went to prison , leaving 10 year old jay in the hands of his paternal grandparents in the hamptons , who already were more like parents to him than his father would ever be .
his grandfather was a big time boxer in his day ( then worked as a mentor to some other big names until his retirement ) , and his son’s troubles disappointed him because he wanted the vincent legacy to live on , so he started mentoring jayden to reclaim the family name in the boxing world .
for a while things went well and jay was into the whole boxing thing , but his grandfather began to put more and more pressure on him as he grew older , along with everyone else around him — he was the star of bhs’ wrestling team and everyone envisioned him up on the big stage , giving creed a run for his money — but jayden couldn’t see it . he really wasn’t that into boxing . sure it gave him an excuse to punch shit and get his anger out , but that only goes so far until you begin to question the true meaning behind what you’re doing .
for jay , the only meaning he could see in pursuing a boxing career was to reclaim the vincent name that his father had tarnished all those years ago , as his grandfather wanted him to , but that moment of glory wasn’t enough to outweigh the lack of passion jay felt underneath every punch — not to mention how much he feared following in his father’s footsteps . he also wasn’t sure he wanted to give his father the satisfaction of reclaiming their throne .
so what was he going to do ? well , where his passion lacked in boxing , it absolutely thrived in dance . his grandmother founded a major dance studio in the hamptons and jay spent many evenings there while growing up . at first he just did homework in his grandmother’s office , but then he started snooping on classes out of boredom before he befriended one of the male teachers who convinced him to try out a class . and from there it kinda snowballed . his teacher turned into more of a mentor than his grandfather would ever be , and jay felt more excitement leading up to his dance classes than his boxing lessons .
his grandfather at first saw dance as a good way for jay to keep up his stamina and exercise in different ways , but then he started to notice the imbalance between his grandson’s passion for dance and for boxing and he grew frustrated . “ dancing’s not for vincent men , " he once told jay . “ grow some balls and throw some punches . ”
out of pure fear of his grandfather and disappointing him , jay continued to pursue his grandfather’s dreams for him and trained almost every day , but then he’d sneak away to late night dance sessions because he just couldn’t avoid how magnetized he was to a life of dance . the creativity , excitement , and pure fun held more meaning than boxing ever would for him , but it took him until high school graduation to properly admit that to himself .
his grandmother , the wonderful spitfire of a woman she is , sneakily led jay through the application process of every major dance academy across the states , even though her husband found no use in sending their future heavyweight champion grandson off to college . she’s always supported jay for every decision he’s made and wanted nothing but the best for him , whether it was boxing or dance or something completely different . she’s the source of all of his confidence , ambition , and determination .
it wasn’t until the acceptance letter came in the mail from pace university that jayden came clean to his grandfather . it was a messy , loud , stressful , emotional night , but his grandfather eventually realized there was no use in arguing or fighting — he raised jay to be strong , independent , and everything he wished his son had been , and he knew that when jay set his sights on something , he was going to do it no matter what .
WHEW ok now we come to the present : jay has been excelling in pace’s commercial dance program , his passion for dance blazing brighter than ever before , and he’s returned home to the hamptons every summer to visit his beloved grandparents . with his senior year coming up , he has already lined up several auditions for world tours and music videos and more to set his dance career in motion . he’s honestly looking forward to seeing his old bhs alumni over the summer and rubbing their noses in the success of his own future that he is writing .
as for a lil about his personality :
he’s well known as the vainglorious , aka excessively proud of oneself or one's achievements ; overly vain .
not to say he’s a bit of a dick but ... he’s a dick .
as much as he hates to admit it , he definitely inherited his father’s hotheadedness and his utter selfishness .
he has always been the kid who doesn’t just think he’s the shit , but is the shit . he’s cocky in an annoyingly charming way and flirted his way up every social ladder during high school .
being the star of the wrestling team also didn’t help to deflate his ego sdljkhf like he didn’t love boxing or wrestling , but he knew he was damn good at it and just likes being the best .
as for some positives about my boy !! he is a charmer and he’s always loved to have fun . he spent so much of his childhood and teen years training and working hard that when he gets free time , whew he revels in it .
working hard is in his blood and he just oozes determination and will be your biggest hype man because he’s a dick but he still wants to see everyone succeed ! he knows what it feels like to be passionate about something and wanting to chase your dreams , and he will help you chase those dreams !!!
a big ol’ flirt , but he’s not really a player . he’s never been one to sleep around or act like breaking hearts is a sport . he grew up really admiring his grandparents’ marriage , all while remembering the poor relationship he knows his parents had , and definitely is a bit of a romantic . but that’s not to say he isn’t down to have some fun either lol
UUHHHH I REALLY DK WHAT ELSE TO SAY !!!
like i said , he’s a work in progress so i’m sorry this isn’t more detailed or fancy , i’m truly just so excited to be here that i wanted to get this up asap !
if you'd like to take a look at the shitty pinterest board i made for him , you can find it right here ! you can ignore the extra sections on it , it's a recycled board from an old muse but i'm leaving the connection sections there in case any of the pins work with the plots i get going with u !
as for connections , i’m truly down for anything and everything !! which i know is sooo basic to say but i’m forreal . if you have some angst or drama you wanna throw my way , i am here for it ! i also pride myself on my ability to brainstorm fun plots , so don’t be afraid to reach out !
xo ily
#entitled:intro#this is going without a gif bc i still gotta edit rome's#but hello happy saturday#pls love me
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If you like Sergio then you may like Vincent. Our trio😼 OML THEYRE SO COOL😭 Sergio planning to become a lawyer or businessman. Vincent is already studying to become a physician. I’m just 🕴AJHAH IM BASICALLY HOMELESS💀😭🤚 My favs are fushiguro, Toge, nobara, n Maki.Yk the recent death I didnt really feel sad until I started like realizing how tragic it is. He was basically just used n he didn’t really get to experience a long lasting friendship:( My crying woke up Sergio💀-💠
AHSJFJA BAE HI SORRY IM REPLYING SO LATE I swear I replied to this earlier but ig not 😣
Omg trio <33 me and my childhood friends are a trio too and it’s honestly a v fun dynamic if that makes sense?? Idk how to words anymore hhahsh
Lawyer/businessman and physician,,, man that IS cool and I hope they enjoying working towards those goals!! ALSO PLS bb. If you don’t know what you want to do in the future rn that’s perfectly normal - the pressure to get into a post sec institution is stupid and honestly not worth the investment if you go into your first year taking courses you don’t care about. And from personal experience, career aspirations can change during your first year (#tbt to when I said I wanted to be a speech pathologist 😍) or even later on and that’s okay too ! Also omg sorry this got kinda long lmao but kithes ily
Ahhh I love those characters sm too <33 Pls all those flashbacks Yuuji had made me so sad </3 Ik the things he did were inexcusable but he was also a victim of a lot of shit and deserved better for sure :(
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top 5 fav quotes (u said u were bored and i’m sleep deprived i’m sorry)
(i already said five quotes but i’ll give you five more favs cause ily)
“many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. and it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘what do i care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ yes, evil often seems to surpass good. but then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. one morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. and so i must still have hope.” — vincent van gogh
“i’ll rewrite this whole life and this time there’ll be so much love, you won’t be able to see beyond it.” — warsan shire
“i kneel into a dream where i am good and loved. my hands have made some good mistakes. they can always make better ones.” — natalie wee
“is this really the world? shall i grieve? shall i hope? i prefer to sing.” — adonis
“i am supposed to be touched. i can’t wait to find the person who will come into the kitchen just to smell my neck and get behind me and hug me and breathe me in and make me turn around and make me kiss his face and put my hands in his hair even with my dishwater drips. i am a lovely woman. who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?” — jenny slate
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Episode 15: "congrats daisy for winning season 7 of celestial: behemoth!” - Jules
congrats daisy for winning season 7 of celestial: behemoth!
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JIOFEOJIFEWOJIWOJI THAT SOUNDS SO BITTER BUT DYLAN SIR U HANDED HER THE GAME! HANDED IT TO HER! GOD! and its what she deserves!
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anyways. let it be known this was NOT MY FAULT.
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let the record show, before last night's tribal, I SAID SOMETHING WAS NOT SITTING RIGHT WITH MY SPIRIT!!!!!!!!!! AND???? what happened. look what happened.
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still practicing my slide puzzles WJIJIEFIJWJIFIFWJEJWIEEJWIF
OH MY GOD I HATE THIS GAME I HATE THIS GAME I HATE THIS GAME!!!
this final 4 is absolutely amazing and i literally love all of them so much, but that just makes things 10x worse. i think that playing my idol on daisy was a huge risk and the fact that it is now a final 2 makes things a bit more interesting. my ideal plan was to have daisy in the final 4 with me so that i wouldnt be the next target, but now that she won immunity it just didnt work out how i intended at all!!
voting out jules and szymon is purely going to come down to which one of them will sway my way and it's going to hurt to send one of them to jury no matter what, but i just feel like i came all this way and not making top 3 would just suck so badly. so yeah, this sucks. i hate that no matter what i do im going to be upsetting people and hurting feelings but... i guess that's just the game! at this point im not even sure if i can win against daisy but it seems like she will take me, it just depends on whether or not i stay loyal to her if i win FIC or if i take whoever is with me in final 3.
much to think about, BUT I JUST CANT BELIEVE I MADE IT THIS FAR !!!!
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Jules is voted out 3-1. She becomes the 8th member of our jury.
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Szymon is voted out by Daisy. He becomes the final member of our jury.
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idk thought this would be cute to include my voting log and stuff hehe <3 https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1RiA0RUWX4TRpqBTgRzLJJ3fHu2jBqZ-bCJozFd3HcRs/edit?usp=sharing
Jules: https://youtu.be/6zKeJuOJKeY
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someone (zach) asked me to rank the jurors from nicest to meanest...so here we go. ily all <3 <3
1. seamus (this will def come as a surprise, but seamus was the most levelheaded and nice one on the jury. he really never made a bitter comment even though he had every right to, especially at me/daisy/dylan and really anyone who was in after him except chips. like. he was the only person to reach out in pms after and it was immediate, he really comforted me and i really admire men who can have like good relationship w/ women that are platonic??? i know he's been like terrible in the past and i did call him on some stuff in hydravivor and ill be the FIRST to admit that i called him a crackhead on a daily basis but i think he's grown a lot!!!!!! idk. i think he's also the MOST self aware!!!! im a seamus stan, what about it?)
2. brandan (while brandan was kinda irrelevant game wise this season -- but not in our hearts -- he was very objective and a peacemaker. he had good reason to be MIA too so the fact that he got as far as he did means to me that he did form some strong social connections. and he did!!! with me, i think w/ conor, so idk, he had a role like i did in the game imo. i really liked him and he really brought a fresh perspective on things!!!)
3. szymon (he's only not ranked higher bc he's pissed off rob and he stands his ground a lot more outwardly than the first two, at least in the jury chat. also he's not had as much time as a juror. but even then, i think szymon is not a bad guy like some of the ppl make him out to be. like, idk, i think he made a mistake on a game level and he even admitted it and idk he's a legend. truly. im so glad to have met him and i think he was a really nice juror to have around while he was ACTUALLY around bc he stood up for me/daisy the way seamus did)
4. lovelis (lovelis makes some pointed comments but.....he's not dumb at all and so i don't think he's been bitter. also his pointed comments have been funny and mostly radiating the energy of the other Bitter Jurors so idk. i really like him on a personal level as well and have for a while so idk. i dont KNOW KNOW him but he's never been the type to make harsh comments without them having some merit to them. so i kinda trust his judgement even though he wasnt in the game long/an early merge boot. idk i think he's open minded enough and he's also someone who admits when he's done a Lil Too Much but he's really lovely. just competitive.)
5. chips (i dont think chips is MEAN per se, in fact, i dont think he has a mean bone in his body on a personal level. like WFIJFJIFWE I DONT KNOW HOW ELSE TO SAY IT HES SO FUCKING NICE!!!!!!! but thats why it's so funny to see him in games bc he's a lil lying, a lil backstabby and sometimes he's a lil passive aggressive. but its not undeserved. its also a pisces thing WEFJIEIEJWEFJIWEF i think what i saw in the jury house was sometimes chips going along w/ things, but i dont know, i really do not know much about chips game and ill probs ask him more afterwards?? but idk he was REALLY nice to me tho so FWIJFWEWFIFW i just dont trust him in games.......i dont know whats on his mind half of the time......)
I WANNA SAY FOR THE NEXT 3 MEN THEYRE HEAVILY INFLUENCED BY THEIR FIRE SIGN PLACEMENTS SO while i know some of them do hold resentment, its a lot easier to deal with and work with and with all 3 of them we've talked it out with/are going to talk it out. only #8 has been the MOST stubborn but idk imma let him do his thing & try not to pass too much judgement u know cause i dont need to waste my braincells on that
6. conor (knowing conor's astrological placements makes this make sense to me. but i wanna say that i think he's the type of leo to like be upfront, get it out, vent, and be fine? which is why i respect him a lot and i think we do have a mutual respect for each other. some of the comments he made were kinda rude tho and him fake liking astrology for social game was SO UGLY TO ME!!!! like i'll clown him for it for as long as i know him now cause....JOKE'S ON HIM!!!!!!! WJOEFWEOWEFO but that was kinda mean but def conor's come around and seen the light / has also reached out to me to talk. he's also admitted he left a mean speech in sbbb9 and regretted it so i think he might just shoot off at the mouth a bit. but BETTER THE DEVIL U KNOW THAN THE ONE U DONT and i appreciate the transparency NOW as opposed to the fakeness of him saying he liked astrology for social game. THIS IS A HILL I WILL DIE ON!!!!! im a fan of leos tho and he's a leo moon like me. so. i think we'll be fine. )
7. rob (i actually really REALLY like rob on a personal level but i really do not know if i could play another game with him, at least survivor, id be open to playing bb. i think ill say that the best thing about rob is that he's also apologized, was one of the first to when i confronted them all, me and him have a good personal relationship tbh!! but some of the game comments he made were p harsh and he's definitely a lil bitter but again, he's admitted it, i think while he's more up front -- i dont think i ever wanna be on his bad side in a game. EVER!!! cause we didnt even have any loyalty to each other in the game but he was SO harsh on my game like it was wild bc i dont think id ever be that harsh to ANY OF THEM ABOUT THEIR GAMES LIKE THAT???? anyways. its fine bc again he's apologized and he's owned it but PHEW he got a lil bit of a sharp tongue. really eloquent tho!!!!!!!!!!! love hearing him speak)
8. gage (last but least the southern belle himself................this man an aries and i dont know his other signs but him being an aries man is enough. they POP OFF!!!!!! a lot of times there's some truth to it, sure, but sometimes they just be popping off and FOR WHAT!!!!! i do understand gage's frustrations though but even he apologized for being too mean in HIS FUTURE FUCKING CONFESSIONALSSSSSSSS TO MEEEEEE so. idk. he's got an issue with letting things go in games and miss annajane calls him on a lot of BS and it does NOT seem to really knock him down but. gage is really wht u see is what u get, doesnt really own his faults but at least u kinda know where ur at w/ him. but he's still probs the meanest one in there but i do understand from a game level why he was so fucked up about it, especially after hearing FTC. its just that. i understand his position. BUT HE NEEDS TO TAKE A XANAX SOMETIMES I S2G GAGE I WILL GIVE YOU ONE!!! girl it is NOT that serious!!!!!!)
also forgot to mention that i admitted to gage that chris from s1 was NOT actually my brother and his jaw was on the floor <3 I GOT TO DO ONE TROLL THING RIGHT!!!!!! rip me/seamus' showmance serious!!!!!!)
okay just to add onto my last confessional -- the songs i think represent me best from this playlist game wise are:
- perfect for you
- punchin' bag
- stayin' alive
- flip
- femme fatale/future nostalgia (for the girls alliance that never was....rip but also me/daisy at merge vibes)
- X
- the shortchange
- TAKE ME AS I AM!!!!! THAT SONG IS THE ONE THATS BECOME MY SONG!!!! for this game especially!!!!!
- over yet (the lyrics literally speak for themselves)
- tough on myself (sorry for stealing ur song vincent)
- seven devils
- villains pt. 1 (i dont think i was a villain but i did stuff in this game that i usually dont and would consider villainous for myself FEWIWFEJIFEW i was in my feelings!)
- passion & pain taste the same when i'm weak (me coming into the jury house and realizing they'd all snatched my wig w/ the edges and the glue.....i DID cry to this song for at least 2 hours! yes i did! WIFJWJIWEIJE)
- tar ('under the stars -- pull yourself from the tar'. at the end of the day, this season was fucking stacked and there wasn't one person who was a bad player at all. at all.stars, if you will. i was under a lot of stars and from all the breakdowns in my game to me actually breaking down -- i GOTTA PULL MYSELF FROM THE TAR!!!! learn!! grow!! be better!!)
TOP 5 (not 'perfect for you'):
- punchin' bag
- take me as i am
- over yet
- tough on myself
- tar
good for my whole journey imo!! the last 3!!! okay this is my ACTUAL last confessional okay thank u for everything!!! bye!!!
https://youtu.be/T5wRzWwlOp8
and here's my personal playlist for the org: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2E8KGCo1SrBgoJIQ9DycfM?si=96PWq-6ERCyisacQr3zPww
it is literally an hour and a half until the winner reveal and i really just have no idea what's going to happen. like in the back of mind i just have a feeling that im losing bc, yeah you know self-deprecation woo! but yeah idk i think i really gave this game my all and while i dont think i played it flawlessly, i still think i played a strong game i can be proud of :,)
having it be a live final tribal for my first ever like, jury questioning was just--- ugh wild but i actually think it went really well. just based on what people were saying it definitely seemed as if some of the jurors didnt really want to see me and daisy at the end or like, really werent consider voting for me but i think i was definitely able to sway some people who were willing to listen and definitely gave some of the jurors something to think about. so whether or not i win i do think that i had a really great final tribal performance, maybe it was even enough to sway enough people into giving me their vote?? WHO'S TO SAY
anyways this has been such a wild experience and it's surreal to think that it's ending in like, a little over an hour but no matter what happens i can say confidently that i will be able to look back on this season fondly and will be leaving it with my head held high bc I REALLY DID THIS LIKE!!! I REALLY MADE IT TO THE END!! WOW I STILL CANT GET OVER IT HAHAHA!! but yeah bye forever <33
Rob’s Last Video: https://youtu.be/X3krxxfJ3oo
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Daisy wins in a 7-2 vote!
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Hey this is random sorry! But I wanted to thank you for sharing what Vincent Van Gogh said! It was something I personally really needed to hear, even though it wasn’t directed towards me originally. 💜
im glad i could help in some way, even if it was just through his words ily a lot 💙💙
(the rest of this is kinda serious and i went on a bit of a tangent so its under the cut- no thirst night stuff here and dont feel obligated to read it!)
when i was in a really, really awful place about a year or two ago i would carry a notebook around with me everywhere and just write kinda mindlessly, whatever popped up in my head whenever i started to get a little overwhelmed and if i realized that what i was writing was particularly dark because i was having a bad day, i would write stuff like that in the notebook, and everytime i would go seeking more words of people i looked up to and write them down. kinda dumb but it helped a lot! idk if youre looking for that at all and maybe that was a big overshare, but this reminded me of that A LOT! people like van gogh, hemingway, bill murray, bts skfjskdf, and many more (mostly writers or comedians) helped me out because i chose to focus on those words rather than words that i couldn’t stop from coming out of me that were just making me feel worse. im in a way better place now but i still have those notebooks and i remember those words. idk where i thought i was going with this but bringing that quote up brought a lot of memories fksfjsk okay bye!!
#baby talks#this is a whole mini rant im annoying skjfjsk#mental illness tw#??#maybe theres nothing specific i talk abt but i was just reminded of a lot jkfsjkf!!#anon babes#baby answers
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nvm im saying some names of my super great art friends
#all of them r good but i can only remember these#val and aisha and kei and leo and bella and soup and edith and lydia and karson and sam!!!!!!!!#also bikini and casper and dani and kevin and laurena and megan and vincent / tara!!!!!!#i really hope i didnt forget anyone hhh#and if i did im sorry and ily#humbletext
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