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yaksha-lover · 23 days

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Thus Always to Tyrants

Summary: Lilia has always been an enigma to you; slipping through your fingers at every attempt to get close - follows fae!reader’s relationship with lilia from childhood to the war to present day in briar valley

Lilia Vanrouge x Fae!Reader, small background Meleanor x reader hehe

wc: 3.8k

cw: i’m too into medieval fantasy so i created unnecessary lore (clown noises), also i haven’t read book 7 so prob butchered canon, (but spoilers), angst, grief, unrequited (?) love, pining, mild description of war events/tragedy

Even then, he hadn’t seen you. Before the wars and before the bloodshed, when there’d only been long grass to tickle your ankles and azure skies allowing you to guess at clouds, Lilia had never seen you.

There’d always been something, someone, to distract him.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself. It’s easier this way, to imagine that there’s something other than disinterest and disgust keeping you apart.

The forests of Briar Valley are filled with pine trees, their scent so potent you wished you could bottle the air and take it home.

That was where you and Meleanor had met Lilia. You’d grown up in the royal castle, the two of you spending afternoons giggling about the latest court gossip and eating all the sweets you could before the queen could scold her daughter.

That day is one of your fondest memories, and not entirely because of him. The trunk of the giant oak tree was hard against your back, but you hadn’t been able to think about anything but the feel of your princess’ head in your lap. She’d simply closed her eyes and demanded you read to her, dark hair spilling around your legs.

“As you wish, Mel,” you’d agreed, gathering up one of her favourite books.

She’d only popped an eye open to tease you. “Mel, is it? Not princess? Perhaps I should have you punished for such transgressions~” She giggled.

“If I am to be placed in the dungeon, then who will feed you ice cream and read to you, dear princess?” you countered, ruffling her hair.

“Hmm, I suppose your insubordination will have to forgiven…but only if you allow me to remain on your lap for an adequate amount of time. Any sooner, and I’ll have to punish you myself~”

She was temperamental yet whimsical, delighting you as much as she terrified you. Mostly, Meleanor was your best friend. Your only friend, truly. There weren’t many children your age around the castle; you were only there because your father sat on the high council as the master of coin.

After you’d been reading aloud to her for some time, a sudden rustle in the trees caught the both of you off guard. The princess had jumped up quickly, all the combat lessons she’d taken with the head of the Queen’s guard finally paying off.

Out from the vegetation, a short, dark-haired fae who looked to be around your age emerged. He was fitted in what could only be described as rags; torn and stained all over. Despite his disheveled look, you thought he had a certain charm about him.

Meleanor, who’d grown taller than you ages ago, towered over him. It was almost a pitiful sight.

The princess had narrowed her eyes and asked: “Where have you come from?”

“Nowhere,” he’d answered simply, looking down at his feet. “I’m no one.”

That was the meekest you’d ever seen him, no indication of his true vibrant personality.

From that day in the forest, Lilia had been with you. Meleanor had begged the queen to let him stay in the castle, to grow up with you and her as another companion. The princess’ tears worked especially well on her mother, so of course she’d gotten her way.

As she grew up, the princess only became more and more beautiful. You weren’t the only one who noticed, either. The three of you were still young at the time, but Lilia seemed fond and more than fond of Meleanor. The princess returned his affections, but perhaps not with the same intent; she almost smote him when he’d jokingly proposed to her with a ring of grass. It made you angry, for a while. She was your friend first, and now Lilia had come to hog all her time and attention.

It was hard to see your only friend pulled in a new direction, especially one that seemed so far away from you. That was back when you were small; things settled quickly after that, with the three of you falling easily into friendship. There would still be times, occasionally, when you were envious of the friendship shared by Meleanor and Lilia, but it was on both ends. You simply wished to be included, not to have the princess or Lilia all to yourself. That was never a possibility, after all.

As you grew, it wasn’t long before Meleanor fell in love with Levan. You’d been…annoyed, at first, at how fast your friend had seemed to leave you behind yet again.

“You promised to take me flying today, dear princess,” you’d said, trying and failing to keep the gloom out of your voice. “Don’t you remember?”

Meleanor looked up from brushing her hair, making eye contact with you through the mirror. “Forgive me, I cannot turn away Levan…my heart will not let me.”

“But it will let you turn me away?”

She turned now, facing you directly, some of her signature anger evident in her expression. Her violent temper only seemed her grow with her adolescence. “Stop this foolishness! You are my friend, but Levan is my beloved. If you find issue with that, you will leave my castle at once.”

As though you couldn’t feel more humiliated, she’d moved, stopping in front of you and tilting your chin to meet her gaze. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you’d whispered, wondering when things had changed.

And then she’d pulled you into her arms, and suddenly she’d felt all too familiar again, hugging you and telling you she loved you, asking you to always stay by her side. As her dearest friend.

Being cold to Levan only pushed you further from Meleanor, so you were forced to accept his presence. Once the initial hostility dissipated, you found that Levan was quite pleasant.

If Meleanor was always destined to be with another, then you were happy it was someone as great as Levan, at the very least. With your princess’ time now being taken up by her lover, you and Lilia spent much more time alone together than before.

The first time you had the courage to broach the subject of marriages and pairings had done nothing but splash the cold water of Lilia’s indirect rejection on to you. With how cold and empty you felt, it was as though the shivers went bone deep.

Your father had insisted on looking for a match for you. A political marriage to improve your family’s standing, surely. You had protested and held it off as long as you could, but now his asks were becoming unavoidable.

You’d thought - hoped - that Lilia might be interested. He wouldn’t be your father’s number one choice, but he would still accept it; Lilia may not have been of noble birth, but his status as a respected general amongst the court bought him points. Marrying him would certainly be better than any stuffy old fae you’d be forced to settle down with.

It wasn’t just avoiding others, either. You wanted Lilia, as loathe as you were to admit. He was your friend, a close companion, and perhaps you’d even desired more.

It was difficult to voice to yourself that your affections went beyond platonic when you were not so delusional as to imagine that he felt the same in any way.

No, you felt like an afterthought to Lilia. As though you were merely Meleanor’s friend, and not his own. He wasn’t so kind to you as he was the princess, and the affection he held for her, although now platonic, went beyond anything you could imagine receiving from him. Even Levan seemed to bond with him easier than you had after knowing him for years. It was like he tolerated you more than anything; when Meleanor was off with Levan, you were the only option left.

It shouldn’t have hurt so much when he said he didn’t wish to marry. The ‘you’ part seemed unspoken, even though he claimed reasons of freedom and lifestyle instead of saying anything about you.

Regardless, he’d made the decision for you. Your father would ship you away from the castle, to be married to a stranger, leaving behind your beloved…friends.

At least he would have, had the war not begun so suddenly.

If you believed Lilia had hardened his heart to you before, then becoming a war general had hardened his heart to the world. Although it was the last thing on anyone’s minds, had you tried to bridge the gap between the two of you, not only would you have failed, but you might’ve gained a nice scar along with it.

To the untrained eye, Lilia seemed to thrive on the battlefield; swift with strength that went unmatched by any. But you knew better. There was a sense in which Lilia lost himself in action, where he seemed so distant from the boy you’d grown up with; perhaps it was his own way of coping with the horrors he’d been forced to experience, fae he fought alongside being slaughtered. In the end, it hadn’t mattered who they were before the battlefield; nobles and common folk alike fought and fell.

It was torturous to wait out the war in the castle. Every letter that came made your heart race, fear taking ahold as you read through the list of your fallen companions. It almost seemed inevitable that one day Lilia or Levan might appear on the list and send you into despair. Your only saving grace was Meleanor, the two of you keeping quiet company during this time, both not allowed to join the conflict and feeling useless for it.

You begged your father to let you join Lilia; you weren’t the most skilled fighter, but your healing magic excelled beyond any other, and you could hold your own for the most part. He’d denied you until so many had been lost that the queen asked for your service. None of you had known just how close tragedy was, how your departure for Lilia’s camp would mean leaving behind your beloved princess to die.

“Go back,” Lilia had growled at you. It was the very first thing he’d said since you’d come to his camp.

“I’m here to help, instead of rotting away in the castle while my people suffer!” You’d followed after him as he strutted between tents, giving orders to the other soldiers.

He’d shook his head, glaring at you. “You’re a spoiled little noble, you know nothing of the battlefield. Go back home. It’s not safe here.”

“I know I’m sheltered, but I’d like to try and help where I can! I don’t care what happens to me.”

Lilia stopped in his tracks, not facing you as he spoke.

“You don’t care? You’re selfish, you know that? What would Meleanor do without you? What would I-” He shook his head. “I don’t have time for this. Go back. Don’t make me make you.”

“Perhaps I am selfish, but what about me, Lilia? Shouldn’t it matter that I can’t possibly imagine a life where we’re not together, fighting side by side?” Your voice goes quiet. “I had a dream, an awful dream. One where you were dead…I’m afraid. I don’t want that dream to become real.”

You’d thought, for a moment, that his hardened gaze had wavered, but the next second, he’d ordered one of his subordinates to take you back to the castle. Perhaps the softness you believed you saw within him was only a trick of the light.

You’d been a fool. A fool in grief and despair, but a fool nonetheless.

Meleanor’s death had pulled you away from yourself, made you into some automaton which possessed none of your good qualities, for which you had to wonder if there were any to begin with. She’d been your friend, your only family. You should’ve been with her; you should’ve died with her. You should’ve done anything you could, and you’d failed.

It was only by a day that you’d left the castle and missed the fight that occurred.

Meleanor fought bravely, a knight had told you. And Meleanor died.

You waited for Lilia to come back. To come home to you. Your heart sang, a brief reprieve from all the aching when you found out he was alive; he was all you had left.

He never came, at least not to see you.

You fled the castle. There’d been no goodbyes to your father and no concern for Meleanor’s child.

If she’d been around, she surely would have killed you for your selfishness, but your head swam with grief and so you left everything behind.

It had been…surprising, to hear from Malleus. You’d heard amidst your travels that your father still sat on the small council, so perhaps he’d heard of you from him, considering they were together in Briar Valley. Who else would have known about you and your relationship with his mother?

There was General Vanrouge, but he…why would he even mention you at this point?

You’d taken to calling him that in your mind, if only to distance yourself a little more from your past. You heard he’d returned to Briar Valley years after you’d departed, but other than acting as a guardian for the prince and a curious human boy, you had no idea what he was up to.

It was a wonder the world was as big as it was, meaning you’d never run into the general during your travels.

And here, on the desk of your hostel, sat a letter from the crown prince. Your Meleanor’s son. The one you’d left behind.

With the distance of time, a new feeling stirs in your chest. One of unease and shame, yet another failure to the Draconia’s. You hoped the boy was doing well. Would it even be possible to accept if he wasn’t?

Well, he was asking, along with Meleanor’s mother, that you pay them a visit once again. The Queen…you’d abandoned her too, in a way. You dared not hope that she thought of you as another one of her children, but in a way, you’d loved her as a mother.

Heat burned at your cheeks. With your focus on Meleanor, Lilia, and Levan, you’d forgotten there were more people you considered your family. More people that you’d left behind in Briar Valley.

After all this time, you owed them an explanation, no, an apology. You owed them your return home.

Malleus greets you at the gates.

You’re stunned, for a moment. Dark locks of long hair sprawled elegantly across his shoulders, two curved horns peaking out from his head. Piercing green eyes that look into your soul.

He’s the spitting imagine of your best friend.

You try to move forward, but a green-haired fae stops you in your tracks, moving between you and Malleus.

“Keep your distance! Have some respect for your Prince!”

Malleus is quick to shake his head. “Leave them be, Sebek. This is Lord Tyrell’s child. My mother’s childhood friend.”

Sebek is quick to step-aside, bowing before you in apology, allowing you to step forward and hug Malleus. He’s motionless for a moment, and you’re worried you’ve crossed his boundaries, before he slowly slides his arms around your back, returning the hug.

“The resemblance between you and your mother…it is truly incredible. Pardon me for getting emotional, but I wasn’t expecting you to look so grown up…last I saw, you were merely an egg.”

He looks at you, smiling gently. “It’s nice to meet a friend of my mother’s. I feel I hardly know anything about her. Even Lilia refuses to speak of her.”

Your heart stirs at the mention of your former friend’s name. “I hope I can provide some memories of her.” You look away from him. “I only wish I could’ve done so sooner…I apologize, Malleus. I should have been here for you, just as Lilia was. I should have taken care of you, not left you behind when you were only a child…”

He shakes his head once again. “You are here now. That is all that matters.”

“Thank you, I hardly deserve your kindness.”

He returns your smile. “It is what my mother would have wished for, is it not?”

He leads you through the halls of the castle, but you wouldn’t have needed his help to get around. Every wall in the castle is burned into your brain, engrained with a variety of memories.

The halls are vastly the same as you remember; the same silver trim, the velveteen carpets, and the Draconia sigil hung on banners.

Only one thing stands out as different to you: there’s one more portrait than before.

Normally the Draconia family portraits were done about every century, so it made sense that one had been added semi-recently. This one is just of Malleus and Maleficia, occupying a rather empty-looking frame. Even if you didn’t know about Meleanor and Levan, you would know something was missing from it.

Your train of thought is interrupted by the appearance of a Silver-haired boy. He pauses to stare at you for a moment before smiling.

“You must be MC. Father has told me so much about you.” He bows lightly.

“You’re Silver? Lilia’s boy?” You take his hands in yours. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“And you as well. We’ve promised to help some of the younger knights with their training, so Sebek and I won’t be able to stay for dinner, but I hope you’ll stick around. It would be nice to hear about you from more than the stories my father shares.”

“I’ve been gone so long, I certainly intend to stay for a while. Maybe I’ll be able to tell you some stories of your father when he was younger.”

With a nod, Silver is off.

Malleus leads you into the dining room and you catch your first glimpse of Lilia Vanrouge in over a century.

He’s different and the same, all at once. He’s maintained his youthful looks, but his hair has radically changed; cropped and pink, where it once flowed in its red glory.

You turn to greet Maleficia first, bowing in front of her. “It is an honour to dine with you, your grace.”

“Stop that nonsense. Come to me, my dear. It’s been ages since I’ve seen you.”

The queen embraces you gently in her frail frame.

“I am truly sorry,” you whisper.

“It’s already forgotten,” she whispers back. “The past is the past, and we are here now. Please, take a seat, so we may dine together once again.”

Maleficia and Malleus sit at the head of the table on each side, so you take your place across from Lilia.

“It’s nice to see you again,” you offer.

“You as well,” Lilia replies, seemingly at a loss.

The dinner proceeds, Maleficia and Malleus asking questions about your travels. Lilia chimes in occasionally, but he’s uncharacteristically silent. Or perhaps characteristically? You hardly know him anymore, after all.

Once the final course comes and goes, Maleficia stands from the table. “Malleus, let us take our tea in the garden today. I believe these two have a lifetime of catching up to do.”

With that, the two of them are off.

“I missed you.” You don’t intend the words to come, but they spill out of your heart anyway.

“As did I.”

You fidget with the cutlery in front of you. “You’re still so formal with me after all this time. Have we truly become strangers?”

“You could never be a stranger to me. Not a day has gone by without you being in my thoughts.”

“And yet you never went looking for me. You returned to the castle only after I left, starting a family, raising Silver and Malleus…”

“They needed me. You know that.”

“You left me. You were all I had left after…I would have done anything, followed you anywhere. I would have helped you take care of Silver, Malleus. But you left without saying a thing.”

“I never knew…”

“Of course you did. Everyone did.”

“Nothing good would have come from us being together.”

“At least you’re finally being honest about your feelings. If you hated me as I feared, you should have sent me away the moment I came.”

“Hate? No, it was never like that. The distance between us…it seemed quite impossible to traverse.”

“Distance? We grew up in the same castle for hundreds of years…”

“That’s not what I was referring to.”

“Then to what?”

“You know how they all thought of me. The senate, your father, all believed I never deserved to be so close to you and Mel-” Lilia takes a moment to breathe. “To you and the princess.”

The mention of her name has you squeezing your eyes closed. Even after hundreds of years, it hurts to remember your beloved friend, her sweet memory tainted with the despair of her death. “Why does it matter what they thought?”

“They never would have allowed it. You know that.”

“No, that’s not true. My father said…”

“He lied. He was the first to send me away after her death.”

“He what? I- I was told you left, torn apart by grief.”

“I was in pain, but I always planned to return home…return to you. But the senate, they declared that there was no place at court for me anymore. That I failed- I failed at protecting Meleanor.”

A short silence rings between you. It’s perhaps the first time either of you have heard her name said aloud in centuries.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “I never knew.”

“I never wanted you to. I’d rather you hate me than your family.”

“I understand. But you were my family, too. Perhaps the only one who truly had my best interests in mind and not some political scheming or such. And now look at you: Silver, Sebek, Malleus. Against all odds, you’ve found yourself a new family.” While I’ve ended up alone, you don’t say.

“You know I’ve always said, families are better the bigger they are. Perhaps it’s far too late, but-”

“Later’s better than never.”

A moment of understanding passes between you two, perhaps for the first time.

“Your hair…you look quite different from when I last saw you.”

“Hmm, Red was going out of style, I suppose. Although I’m sure you wish I hadn’t changed it. You always did prefer red.”

You shake your head softly. “Perhaps in the past, but we’ve both changed, haven’t we? No, I was going to say that it becomes you.”

The silence that settles between you is filled by an exchange of gentle smiles and a skimming of one hand over the other, until the two finally link together.

#unedited once again #just hoping for the best 🧎‍♂️#also this took me literal months to finish for some reason so if the writing is inconsistent 🥴🥴#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #meleanor draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge #meleanor draconia #malleus draconia #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #twst #twisted wonderland

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faolonfiendrender · 2 years

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You know, I once thought only fools seek immortality, because they will outlive everything. I once thought them mad in wishing to see generations pass and die while they still live. I still think them mad, but for different reasons,

This story starts in my childhood. As long as I can remember, I have heard that terrible, beautiful music. I couldn’t describe it, but it was there. Deep drums and whining flutes from everywhere; occasionally a tone that I may only describe as yellow scratched out on violins coming from a certain section of the sky; a chorus of elaborate nonsense, delicate and harsh at once, coming in a single voice from outside, outside of what, I don’t know, but outside, I hear these tones at all times, but especially when I close my eyes.

My parents didn’t know, I never told them, I’ve never told anyone, for I feared they may lock me up. I have tried to control it, stolen antipsychotics do nothing, nor does any other medicine I have found. But, about a year ago, I tried another desperate attempt, I tried to study my dreams, I was sure that if I could seize control of my dreams, it would stop. I was wrong.

Initially, not much happened, I started remembering my dreams, the symphony became louder and more intricate as a soundtrack to my dreams, the chanting sounded closer, and maybe inside, but again, I don’t know what it is inside. Those yellow tones ceased entirely, in their stead, there was birds, almost sounding like a man’s laughter, almost.

However, I eventually remembered what the sky looked like, A swirling rainbow in the distance, colors undulating almost like tentacles of some great cosmic beast. I also knew for certain that the chants came from it, and apart for the laughter, all the other sounds were from beyond this sky.

Over time, as I got better at controlling my dreams, I found that I could begin to see through the strange alien sky, I am unsure of what exactly I saw, but it was as if a trillion trillion pricks of light and more lay beyond, each of them, slightly blue towards the edge, with the brightness concentrated at the core. Some shone beacons of light from their center, and among it all, there was a mass that glowed with darkness. It looked almost like it was the same thing as the rainbow sky, but dead, or at least inanimate.

Eventually, I hit upon the idea of trying to pick out one of the dream-flutes, and sing to it. I got the distinct impression that the flutes and the drums were to be some form of lullaby, but for what, I don’t know, however, they came from near to the great, glowing, dark mass. It took me months and months to master it, luckily my dream-self could ignore time as he saw fit. Eventually, I sang along pitch-perfect, I sang to the impossible tones in my dream, and gradually, I felt as if something huge and old had seen me. Beyond mortal, beyond even the paltry god I worship, and I felt it was scared, scared that it may stop playing, scared about what happens, scared of nonexistence. That was all it felt, no joy, no love, no anger even, the most intelligent being I had witnessed, and it was only scared.

It was at about this time that I heard a hum, on that must have been in the background the whole time. It felt similar enough to the yellow violins of the real world, except that it was so completely red that it was impossible to see. I tried in vein to match the tone, I even fashioned instruments, and yet, nothing. I then tried a simple scraping of stone against the ground, so low, that I could only hear it when I willed myself to. I got closer and closer, and suddenly, I felt something. I know not what, clearly, there was no mind, just thoughts, thoughts that fell far beyond what my brain can comprehend. I felt further and further, felt an almost sleep, and felt knowledge of everything at once, no secrets lay buried, no possibility unknown, and just before my perception must go black and all things sane shattered in me, I felt a physical pain.

A real pain in my real body that brought me out of the dreams. My leg was bleeding, and there was a rat scurrying away from me and my hovel. The music was not quite gone, but it was fainter than ever. and most importantly, I got the sense that the idiotic, genius thing I felt, was slumbering and dreaming. And while it’s eventual waking would leave some things to exist, our concepts would die, time would be no more sanity would be the same as insanity, chaos would reign, while chaos would decrease. I don’t think those who seek immortality are idiots for not knowing the reality of outliving everything, I think them to be idiots because when it wakes up, they will wish they could die.

#writing #unreality #horror #unedited once again

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tahdashi · 1 year

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RED LIGHTS

synopsis: everything looks prettier under red lights, especially your boyfriend. you decide to tell him, and he decides that you’re it for him — all he’s ever wanted.

notes: reader wears lipstick, fluff w some suggestive sprinkled in, inspired by red lights by RINI. warning: too much physical touch as always.

wc: >1.0k

“why do you keep looking at me?” suna peers at you with his celadon eyes, his rings tap against the wheel as he bounces his fingers against the leather.

he's cautious with his words, and maybe a bit curious, too.

“what, i can’t look at my boyfriend?” you look over at him again, probably for the fifth time since you left your apartment parking lot just seven minutes ago.

“is there something on my face?” he quickly runs his hand over his face, peeking at the rare view mirror. and to his surprise, no crumbs. did you maybe leave a lipstick mark when you kissed him before leaving? (komori, to suna’s dismay, has pointed out a mark or two on his cheek as he walked into the gym for morning practices. he always wipes it off with a mumble, but takes a peek in the mirror beforehand to admire your bold proclamation of love).

“you’re just really pretty.”

“oh shut the fuck up," he laughs, and it fills the car, harmonizing with the music from the radio. it brings a smile to your face. it's dark, but you can see that his tongue is poking at his cheek, holding back an equally cheesy smile.

“i’m serious!” you face him again. "your hair looks good today, and you're all clean-shaven." you run the back of your hand against his cheek, humming in satisfaction to emphasize how soft his skin is. "i gotta appreciate this when i can."

he continues to drive, but snakes his hand onto your leg. his rings are cool against you. he squeezes once, then twice. and once again, you're at a red light — it highlights his face beautifully. the rise of his cheekbones accentuate the darkness of his eyelashes, eyebrows, and hair.

and you decide to go for it, reaching across the console to leave a quick kiss on his jaw.

"woah, can't get enough of me today," he taps your thigh a few times. "and i didn't even have to wear that cologne you like."

“mhm. i love you even when you smell like shit.”

he clicks his tongue and takes his hand back, letting you pull at it to place it back on your thigh (he never fights back, knowing you'll only reach for it again and again). you put your hand on top of his, rubbing your thumb along his skin.

“if you’re trying to tell me something, i don’t think you wanna do anything risky while we’re on the way to dinner with my parents.” suna peers down at his hand on your thigh and your hand that's keeping it captive there.

“i’m not trying to do anything, rin.”

“whatever you say,” he moves his hand back and forth. it's a comforting motion, really, but for some reason, you feel nervousness stir in your stomach. or perhaps, butterflies.

“i’m not! i’m just really excited to see your family again,” you rub your finger along the ring on his pointer finger.

“i think they love you more than they love me.”

“probably.”

“oh, should i tell them how you tried to make a move on their sweet and innocent son just 10 minutes before seeing them?”

“where’d you get 'sweet and innocent' from? weren’t you the one who wanted to ‘head to the back’ after atsumu’s party?”

and now, he's fully smiling. you hear an airy laugh escape from him. you love this rin — the one that laughs at his past, corny self. the one that lets you know he's listening even when his eyes are on the road. the one that is so unabashedly in love with you that he could never deny anything you want from him.

“you were the one who kept looking at me with those… eyes.”

“i wasn’t! you’re just so full of yourself that you think me looking at you is the same as checking you out.”

as the song transitions into the next, there's a pause, and the car is enveloped in silence.

he breaks it.

“so, what’s it like when you’re checking me out?”

“i’m not doing this.”

“no, baby, i just wanna see. check me out." this time, at the light, he faces you. has he always looked at you like this? with his lips slightly quirked upwards? a teasing smile — expectant and knowing.

you look him straight in his eyes and then to his lips before looking back at his eyes. your eyes follow his features naturally — his eyes show that he's calm, but his smile shows that he's in awe of what you do to him.

you can't help but to laugh at his reddening ears. you reach for the cartilage and coo at him for getting all flustered. if there's something the both of you are good at, it's flustering each other endlessly, even two and a half years into the relationship.

“damn, you’re good,” he takes your hand away from his ear and kisses the back of it before trailing a few up your wrist and arm all while keeping his eyes on the road.

moments like this with suna aren't hard to come by — he's always done his best to make you feel loved (and to annoy you to the point where you question his meaning of love). and all you can hope for, really, is that it'll stay like this forever — that even when you're older and greying, he'll ask you to give him "those eyes".

and if you knew what was encased in the velvet box in his pocket, and what else was planned for this family dinner, you'd have no doubt in your mind that he hopes for the same.

before stepping out of the car, suna pulls you in for a kiss. it catches you off guard, but you relax into it.

"i'm pretty sure your dad's car is parked next to us," you mumble as he pulls away. his eyes fall back to your lips.

"so what? he doesn't know what a kiss is? how do you think i was made?"

"oh my god," you swat his chest. "let's go."

before he can open the door, his name leaves your lips.

"by the way, you have a little something right there," you point at the lipstick stain on his jaw.

#unedited bc coffee is coursing through my bloodstream once again #wrote this in the library i'm so unwell #sayu.writes #suna x reader #suna fluff #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu fluff #haikyuu fluff

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pasiphile · 9 months

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Hi there! Twiddling my thumbs on how to/whether to say this, but finding your Sherlock fic as a teenager (yeah, we’ve both been here that long, I am now eyeing my thirties in the street) was incredibly formative.

TVD (and Good Girls Don’t) was one of the first brain-changingly good pieces of online fiction I had ever read, and it made the days I worked that soul-wearying first job a little brighter. Or a lot. You gave me imagination and a playground for exploring my own writing, which continues to be a primary joy in my life. So — these two words aren’t enough. Thank you. 🩵

So, on to the writing! I have to ask for a Mormor prompt. Maybe the boys enjoying each other after a long absence, bonus for domesticity?

(gosh. I occasionally get messages like this and I always have to stare at the wall for a bit. I wrote it at a rather shitty time for me too and it definitely helped me get through it, so the thought that I made - make!- other people feel the same way means A Lot. Thank you <3)

The flat feels empty. Too empty.

It’s strange. It never did before. An empty place all for himself had been a luxury for many years. And after that, a necessity, a way to relax, recharge.

Except now all of a sudden the silence is too silent, the order too neat, the spaces too big. It’s absurd, and annoying.

He leans his head forward against the window, looking down at the street below. So many people and yet there’s just one, just one out of seven billion, who feels like –

The door opens behind him and he straightens up. “I’m back!” Sebastian’s voice bellows through the living room.

“I can see that.”

Sebastian starts, only spotting him now, then grins. “And I’m sweating like a pig. Manchester to London on public transport and let me tell you, those trains are not equipped to deal with thirty-five degrees Celsius, so if you’ll excuse me I’ll head straight for the shower.”

And before Jim can even think to react, mind and action sluggish in a way that’s totally inexcusable, Sebastian has dropped his bag and he strides past, already taking off his stained T-shirt and leaving behind a waft of deodorant and sweat and stale cigarettes, disgusting except it isn’t.

“Pick up your dirty laundry, you’re not a teenager,” Jim says, more on automatic than out of conscious thought, but Sebastian obediently doubles back to pick the shirt up, no comment.

The bathroom door closes. A moment later, the sound of the shower.

When did this happen? When he’d invited Sebastian to live with him? Before that, the first time he’d let him into the flat? When did he start to fill the spaces Jim hadn’t even been aware were empty?

He goes to the bathroom and slips in, quietly even though it’s futile to Sebastian with his SAS-instincts.

The dirty clothes are obediently in the hamper, tidied away. The steam smells of soap, not his, all alien and all familiar.

The shower switches off and Sebastian steps out. He grins, again, and spreads his arms as if to present the goods. “Did you miss me, then?”

“Yes.”

Sebastian’s smile slips. It’s too open, too bare, they don’t do this sort of thing, Jim doesn’t do this sort of thing.

“Of course I miss a loud, stinking oaf of a man dirtying up my flat,” Jim adds, and Sebastian relaxes, never mind that it’s actually true. “And you? Pining for home?”

“The moment I stepped out of the door.” Sebastian shrugs and turns to the mirror, absently running a hand through his hair. “You know me, I’m sappy that way.”

Jim grabs Sebastian’s arm and yanks him around, other hand finding his throat and slamming him against the wall, or rather, Sebastian lets him do all that because as always the balance is in his favour, Sebastian could break him like a twig if he wanted to.

But he doesn’t. That’s the point.

“Missed you too,” Sebastian says, voice slightly constricted through the chokehold. “This, especially. Now can you calm the fuck down?”

Jim loosens his grip, breathes out. “You know I should have you killed.”

“Yeah,” Sebastian says, calmly. “But you don’t. Do you?”

“No.” He leans in, nose against Sebastian’s throat, nothing there left now but the scent of soap, the one Jim got him a month ago because he was tired of Sebastian smelling like a locker room full of teenaged boys.”

“All right. Now that’s out of the way, can we nghk “

Jim gets his teeth from Sebastian’s neck and leans back, smiling beatifically while his other hand keeps a new chokehold on Sebastian’s cock. “Yes?”

Sebastian gasps for air, then smirks, so wide it threatens to split his face. “Whatever you want.”

That’s the point.

Jim returns the smirk, then lets go and without even needing prompting, Sebastian goes to his knees.

#Sherlock #mormor #well those are tags that feel like they time-travelled from ten years in the past #anyway #once again written in one go; unedited #and probably not as sweet as asked for #but hey #this isn't my only sherlock prompt so who knows #tiny tumblr ficlet tag #i'm writing stuff!

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sargeantgp · 3 months

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the outtakes

#look away i’m being weird again #logan sargeant i am once again asking for your hand in marriage #logan sargeant #*#unedited ones that didn’t quite fit the vibe

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perpetualcynicism · 2 years

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time to make my modern au!cyno brainrots everybody’s problem… (these are mainly appearance-oriented, with a couple of other details thrown in at the end.)

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first of all, he paints his nails black, and that is an indisputable fact.

he also wears lots of jewellery— for example, you never see him without the silver charm bracelet worn around his left wrist, decorated with little metal ankhs and eyes of ra and scarab beetles. he also sometimes wears a large, gold bangle bracelet on his right arm (and if you look closer, you’ll realise that it actually has a little snake-like head: it’s a simplified design of ouroboros made into jewellery, basically), the metal inlaid with little lines of hieroglyphs cyno engraved himself that, when translated, is probably his favourite quote from a book he read some while ago. true to his official design, he does also wear a black choker (and occasionally an eye of horus or ankh pendant on a thin gold chain, too.)

in addition to jewellery, i like to think that he has a fair amount of piercings— namely lip, eyebrow and ears. there’s a small metal hoop on the side of his bottom lip, and a couple of studs on his eyebrow, sometimes silver, sometimes gold. he definitely wears a lot of earrings: on each ear he has two helix piercings on which he wears a pair of little gold rings, reminiscent of the piercings on his headdress and hood in his official design. he also alternates between wearing two large, golden hoops in addition to these little rings, or one large hoop on his right ear and a little ankh earring on his left, a delicate silver chain linking the hanging symbol to the two rings on his helix.

he also has a couple of tattoos here and there. for example, he has a tattoo on the inside of each wrist: on his right, an eye of horus, and on his left, an eye of ra. they’re very small— only about a centimetre and a half in length— but he’s very fond of them nonetheless. he has a larger tattoo of a detailed winged scarab that spans the centre of his back and reaches his shoulder blades.

cyno wears his hair down almost all of the time, excluding the few rare occasions when he ties it up into a quick bun or low ponytail. he uses either an almond or coconut shampoo and his hair smells so nice; it’s a subtle scent, but always there. his hair is also unbelievably soft— i kid you not when i say it feels like literal silk. that’s how smooth it is. if you run your fingers through his hair, you sometimes have to double check whether it’s really locks of hair you’re touching and not silk. i cannot emphasise enough how soft his hair is.

he is quite susceptible to bedheads, but somehow he manages to look divine even when stray threads of hair are strewn across his face and the odd curl sticking up in a funny direction: if anything, he looks endearing, as though his hair has been deciding on the perfect way to frame his features in the early morning hours.

i’ve said this many times before, but his eyelashes are naturally very long, and a snowy white colour to match his hair. they’re also very soft. in fact, they feel a little like cobwebs; their brush so incredibly light and gentle that each individual hair, too, seems to be spun from the finest spider’s silk.

(basically, cyno’s hair and eyelashes = silk.)

sometimes (though this happens very rarely), when he’s going to some formal event, he lines the edges of his eyes with a little dusting of red or gold eyeshadow (similar to xiao’s in-game makeup.) it makes the striking ruby of his eyes all the more captivating.

clothing-wise, he’s quite minimalistic: i’d say his style is sort of sleek-but-casual. to be honest, in this particular modern au, i don’t see him wearing a hoodie or anything like that— rather, i think he’d wear things more along the lines of a black turtleneck jumper, for example, paired with simple black trousers and possibly a belt. maybe also a long trench coat that’s either also black or dark grey. he doesn’t go too flashy with clothing generally because one, he can effortlessly pull off even the most simple of outfits and look stunning in them, and two, he wears a lot of accessories, which is where most people’s attention is drawn to.

he does, all in all, have a very striking appearance: his dark clothing (usually black, occasionally with undertones of indigo and grey) contrasts with the gold and silver of his various accessories dotted around his features, and this paired with his pale, snow-white hair only further brings out his incredible eyes the colour of vermillion and sunset.

literally everyone is swooning over him, and really, who can blame them?

now, a few headcanons unrelated to appearance…

he either plays the flute or the harp, or both, and spends a fair amount of time practicing each day (although virtually nobody knows about his musical talent because he never really tells anyone: only the few people close to him are aware of this.) he also has a very busy schedule, and not much free time.

he has a black shorthair oriental with huge, golden eyes named bastet (whom he calls ‘bast’ for short), because of course he does. he is very gentle with bastet, and on a whole surprisingly good with animals: he’s calm and forthright, and good at dealing with problems quickly and with a level head. (don’t tell anyone, but he picks up and feeds stray kittens whenever he stumbles across them, and takes care of them until he can ensure a safe, new home for them.)

his soft side hardly ever comes out around other people, though. in public, cyno carries himself with an aloof demeanour, often coming across as cold or disinterested, and has a very curt, blunt manner of dealing with things. he tends to speak his mind, and doesn’t soften truths for sensitive ears; but somehow that only draws people to him further, intrigued by the unintentional air of mystery he paints around himself.

but despite having unknowingly captured the hearts of virtually everyone he comes across, only a mere few have been brave enough to approach and get to know him. once they do, they find that this famously intimidating and stern figure has a soft spot for puns, bad jokes, and card games. they also find that he is surprisingly considerate and understanding (though he only shows this in subtle ways and would never outwardly admit it), in stark contrast to how he usually presents himself. he doesn’t really care for anyone other than these select few people, holding them close to his heart, and brushes off everyone else’s attention. (he is aware that many people seem to like him, but he doesn’t know just how many people this is, and how much they like him.)

and finally, can i just say… cyno is a really good kisser, okay? hear me out: despite claiming to have no prior experience in relationships because nobody else ever caught his interest the way you have, he somehow knows just the right way to make your knees weak and legs buckle beneath you with each kiss, effortlessly leaving you lightheaded with half-lidded eyes every time you break away for air.

(oh— and he knows that he has this effect on you. he knows exactly what he’s doing, and takes full advantage of that fact.)

#oh and you know how i mentioned cyno’s wrist tattoos?#if you kiss the insides of his wrists on the tattoos‚ he WILL melt.#apologies for any typos or errors because this is mostly unedited and it is once again an ungodly hour of night #genshin impact x reader #cyno #cyno x reader

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eldrichfuck666 · 1 year

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NO ONE ASKED BUT here's concert Ansel with beautiful bunny mask by amazing @saruin (i found it way too late, but! 💞 I love love loveeee the vibes of these and i absolutely adore it! thank you so much for making such specific, but yet so high quality and cool cc!! 💞💞 :') this is exactly what i needed Т.Т)

@lunarspellsims you made me do it!! and actually it's a slight spoiler to what you'll see a bit later. love you, Yeol! 💗💗

#i apologize for once again posting unedited cas pics #IM SORRYYY #cas pics #ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 cas #simblr #симблер #симблог #симс 4 скриншоты #*ansel my beloved

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acreaturecalledgreed · 10 months

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ppl who have read through it say that the august few: amygdala is as pretentious as it is stupid as it is vibrantly creative

and like yeah lol

i havent read it yet but i could have told u this from listening to fennah talk for five minutes

this is the kind of guy who thinks that saying he takes no stance at all on the politics of his book means that its more intelligent than if he did

hes the sort of guy who i get the impression feels that having Strong Feelings About Anything means that you are wrong simply for having strong feelings (this is based on vibes from what hes said in vids etc; he has not to my knowledge outright said anything like this im not trying to slander anyone, this is just the impression he gives off)

but he is kind of a textbook example of why “kill your darlings” isnt bad advice, and why sometimes you need someone to say “idk man this doesnt read super great”

watched a livestream with him and the guy stumbles reading through passages of his own book, not b/c hes a bad reader but b/c he Really likes using as many words as he can to say anything

anyway fennah is one of those internet creators who makes me cock my head in both admiration for that devotion and bravery in really putting his stuff out there and boldly and proudly embracing how weird it is

but also in a wince, because it really, really is frustrating how much thought he seems to put into literally everything except what it is he’s wanting to say or share with the world, and what seems to be a massive aversion to researching aspects of culture, nature, economy, environment, even parody (as he describes the book as a hyper-parody of the animal kingdom, which i can see and it does have this really over the top extremity to it that i think is fun! but needs to be handled better)

he talks about how he likes his characters to not behave how they look like they Should behave- but then at the same time elaborates that he designs his gentler characters to outwardly show traits more in line with herbivores than carnivores, like his more intense and violent characters, which is both like, textbook visual queueing and also feeds into the whole “herbivore soft weak gentle carnivore big scary mean powerful” thing which is just. massively inaccurate

anyway the entirety of fennah’s works and their history absolutely fascinate me in this really detached way and i am rolling them over in my mind and inspecting them like a neat bug

i will read the book eventually and probably enjoy it if only b/c excessively wordy hyper detailed prose is genuinely fun for me to read, and i know its going to have me rolling my eyes A Lot

#the august few #fennah #i do not have any beef with fennah #i literally do not know enough about him as a person to have beef with him #i own the book b/c i am Genuinely delighted at such a weird and maximalist world getting a massive published book #from a guy who made his weird little live action/cgi science fantasy show on youtube #ghostboyfriend would describe it as me once again doing internet anthropology #which yeah it is #im fond of it as a strange artifact of internet #and completely unrestrained and unedited fantasy can be inspiring to me in a lot of ways even when its not very good #blah blah blah many thoughts and not the best at words to talk about them but yeah

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magpietrait · 10 months

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happy disability pride month! here's me

#mine #ts4 #i only use one crutch irl but i couldn't find poses w just one #once again unedited reshade screenshots at 11 pm #sims 4 #the sims 4

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seventh-district · 7 months

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it’s finally getting cold enough that i can bring my cardigan collection back into rotation without feeling like i’m gonna melt into a puddle the second i step outside!!!

#Seven.txt #my face #i have rematerialized back out of the void to once again make my once-in-a-blue-moon selfie & life update post #i’m running on 4 hours of restless sleep and the single banana i ate for lunch earlier today. let’s do this #hrrrrg i hate the lighting in my bathroom but i refuse to take pictures in the absolute Mental Illness Disaster Zone™️ that is my bedroom #anyways. got diagnosed with Mystery Pain Syndrome at the dentist today. so now i take ✨steroids✨#the less funny explanation is that my tooth still hurts with pressure nearly a month post-root canal and That’s Not Good #so we’re trying some new medications to see if that fixes it. and if not then who knows. root canal pt.2 the sequel. or extraction. sigh #and so the Dental Saga continues. todays visit went quite well in spite of the unforeseen mystery pain delaying the tooth-shaving plans #we had some time to kill so he managed to fill some of my other tiny cavities while i was there today so that’s good #okay moving on. what else. uhh. OH they finally came out and ran the fiber to the house last week!!! now i’m just waiting on one more-#-guy to come and finish the interior install and the long awaited fast internet will finally be mine eheheheheeeee #now i can feel my hours upon hours of unedited gameplay footage breathing down my neck :)#man i’ve got so much stuff piled up right now. i’m drowning in Tasks and it’s a lil overwhelming but i’ll handle it all! eventually #uhhhhm my current writing project is coming along well! i’ve never put so much time and effort into a oneshot before in my life #its a labor of love though and i think i’m gonna be really proud of myself (and the fic) once it’s complete #even if no one reads it bc it’s so goddamn self indulgent and kinda lowkey throws canon out the window but like. fuck it!#if i want Astarion to write a song on piano and perform it for me while mentally taking me on a trip down memory lane. then so be it #fr though i’ve never written anything quite like this and i rlly want to do it justice. even if its unrealistic i still want it to be Good #in other news i received word that one of the chickens i sponsor at my local Gentle Barn has passed away so i had a lil cry abt that #i feel so bad for his little tiny chicken wife. they obviously loved each other and it’s like. so sad when one half of an old couple dies #like. she pulled him out of his depression after his 1st wife died. now who’s gonna be there to pull Her out…#anyways let’s not get all sad about that again. in happier news my cat who i presumed died/got killed has returned home uninjured!!!#after that huge stray dog chased her into the woods i thought we’d never find or see her again #but then the morning after i started grieving her she showed back up hungry as hell yet completely unharmed like the enigma that she is #so that’s one definite highlight from earlier this month. uhh what else. rapid fire summary of the past few weeks let’s go-#Jersey turned 10! Bullet turned 10! my 6 year Veganniversary happened! i’m approaching 700 days on DuoLingo!#i’ve written more than 20 thousand words! i’ve been facing some fears! fighting my OCD! taking care of myself! (kinda!)#anyways things are far from being all sunshine and roses around here but i’m trying to focus on the good stuff for the most part #for now tho i have a headache and have reached 30 tags so it’s time to go shovel some mashed potatoes into my mouth :)

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whumpasaurus101 · 2 years

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WT- Day.10

SOOO- this piece is acc from day 9 (yesterday) because I ended up running out of time and not being able to post it so now you get it hehehe.

-Tossing and Turning-

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Medic gently brushed their hand over Sidekick's arm, "Hey, you still with me, bud?"

Sidekick blinked before their eyes met Medic's and they nodded with a small nod, "Y-yeah... Sorry..." They chuckled, causing their headache to grow worse, they hissed, wincing as they brought a hand to their head.

Medic studied them for a moment before standing up, "I'll get you some painkillers, can I trust you not to fall asleep while I'm gone?” Sidekick smiled before nodding, feeling how heavy their eyelids felt. Medic tapped the doorframe, smiling before leaving Sidekick alone. That's when Sidekick slowly took in their surroundings, they were lying on a soft bed, the duvet a soft texture. Their head lay on a soft pillow which they nuzzled into with a yawn, they felt exhausted. Their eyes slowly slipped closed but with a jolt, they forced their eyes open, making sure they stuck to their word.

As Medic made their way down the hall, they heard another set of footsteps. They followed the sound, knowing full well what they would see. Villain paced around the parlour, clenching and unclenching their bloodied fist.

Medic cleared their throat at the doorway, causing Villain to turn around with a jump. Medic smiled aplogetically, looking Villain up and down, “Hey.” Villain looked down at the ground, “Hey…” There was an awkward pause before Villain decided to break it, “Is…Are-are they…”

“They’re okay. Bad concussion but thankfully their wounds aren't crucial.” Villain nodded, blinking hard as they clenched their jaw hard. It was rare for Villain to lose their temper like that. Medic had witnessed it an odd few times but not many. They knew their whole ‘big, bad, scary, Villain’ was a mask…but they did however notice that Villain seemed to be slightly softer with Sidekick.

“You got lucky, Villain, a few more blows and it wouldve been serious.” Medic watched as Villain’s knuckles went white from being clenches into such tight fists, they took that as their sign to stop talking.

“I was- I was just getting some painkillers.” Villain stood up, pouring themself a drink, simply nodding while they scooped three icecubes into their glass. Medic bit their tongue, lingering for a moment before turning away and rushing to the bathroom. They looked through the cabinets, finding the pills and choosing the right container and taking out a few pills, spilling them into their palms.

A few minutes later as Medic made their way down the hall, they heard whimpers and thrashing anlong with cries. Their eyebrows furrowed as their freehand reached to their backpocket and produced their knife. They counted down from three before bursting through the door.

No one.

Their eyes then slowly moved to Sidekick who was thrashing, tossing and turning on the bed, their legs tangling in the duvet as whimpers and cries escaped their lips. Medic’s eyes widened before they cursed under their breath. They rushed to place down the meds and the glass of water on the bedside locker before rushing over to Sidekick, gently shaking them on the shoulder, “Hey, Sidekick, I need you to wake up, come on buddy!”

After a few long moments, Sidekick woke up with a gasp, scrambling to sit up as they clutched Medic’s shirt tightly, sobbing out as they heaved gulps of air, clinging onto Medic’s shirt as tight as possible.

Medic gently hugged them, shushing them gently, “Hey, it's okay buddy, shhh, you're okay.” Their heart sank, full of guilt as all they could do was hold Sidekick tightly, wishing they could get them out of here.

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Taglist: @shywhumpauthor @cursedscribbles @shameless-dumbass @freefallingup13 @bobtheskeleton @hold-back-on-the-comfort

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sydney-carton-of-sour-milk · 10 months

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this is from the official trailer for the 1958 AToTC adaptation i'm??? HGHJKLJHGFGHJKK???????????

[VD: Two shots from the aforementioned trailer. First: the storming of the Bastille. Second: a slow-zoom close-up on Sydney Carton looking down pensively. The narrator says quote "This is A Tale of Two Cities – and of Sydney Carton, who is surely the best-loved character ever created" unquote. End VD]

#Sydney Carton #A Tale of Two Cities #AToTC #classic literature #Dirk Bogarde #adaptations #1958 #video #when I finally revamp the look of the blog a bit some time soon you KNOW i'm gonna be putting this at the top of my pinned post #I slowed down the visuals of the second shot a bit so that the narrator could finish the line without it transitioning into the next shot #but otherwise this is COMPLETELY unedited. genuinely just like this. of course had to pause the video to laugh uncontrollably #this was once again Not what I was expecting to post this week. stumbled across this TODAY and immediately had no choice #ALSO yes this is the second version of this post the first (now deleted) was glitching

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puppetsh0w · 1 year

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good afternoon

#ts3 #sims 3 #sims 3 screenshots #sims 3 reshade #gshade #the sims 3 #ts3 reshade #unedited #using ddfinders lighting tweaks once again #back to my roots #i cannot escape them

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tahdashi · 2 years

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WHEN HIS BABY GETS JEALOUS. . .

✫ ft. akaashi, atsumu, iwaizumi, and suna x mom!reader

✫ a/n: the kids are ages 1-3 (can stand, walk, talk in sentences). the babies aren’t really “jealous” in some of these. they just want some love and affection, too !!!

✫ warnings: usage of “mom” and “mama” to refer to reader

✫ AKAASHI leans into your touch after coming home from the office, his tie loosened and his hair a bit messier than usual. you two are splayed on the couch, his head resting peacefully on your chest as he updates you on bokuto’s recent msby game. and just minutes later, you feel your son pull on your leg. an eruption of babbles leave his lips as he whines and tugs. “mmm, it’s my turn with mom,” keiji whines into your collarbones. you can't help but laugh at your husband's child-like behavior. "keiji, get off, you're gonna make him upset." and as keiji nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, your baby breaks out into a sob, "mama! mama!" filling the small living room. keiji gets up from his place on your chest and picks your son up, mumbling "i'm sorry, bud" into his equally messy hair. "mama's all yours," he kisses the top of his head and allows him to crawl happily into your arms. "you're as whiny as your mo-" "keiji." he can't even be upset at his limited time with you — the image of you holding his entire world makes up for it.

✫ ATSUMU lingers in the kitchen after tucking your daughter in to bed just about every night. he puts dishes in the cabinets, wipes down the counter, and traps you between his arms for a moment of intimacy. "mind if i kiss ya, babe?" he asks, knowing you'll let him anyway. "you'll do it no matter what i say," you turn your head to the side, creating distance between his lips and yours. "no! i'm a gentleman! that's why ya married me, isn't it?" a laugh leaves your lips and you're stepping up onto your toes to reach his. his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you close against himself. it's been hard to find time for yourselves — your daughter was at the age where she'd walk (stumble, really) away if you took your eyes off of her for even a second. and as you pull away from the kiss, breathless and all, you hear the pitter patter of her tiny feet approaching you two. "baby, why are ya awake? can't sleep?" atsumu bends down to her level, pushing her hair back from her eyes. she rubs at them and then wraps her tiny arms around his neck to kiss his cheeks. "i want a g'night kiss too!" she whines. "alrighty, baby, ya can get as many as ya want! make sure ya give mama a kiss too," he tells her before peppering her cheeks with loving kisses.

✫ IWAIZUMI used to wake up early every morning, getting ready for the day at a slow and relaxing pace, but he finds it harder and harder to do so when you cling onto him, asking for five more minutes of peace, five minutes of calmness before the storm (the storm being your daughter, of course). she's gotten clingier with every step she could take. she wakes up with the sun and makes her way to your bed, struggling to climb up with her tiny legs. the sight of her dad's arm around your waist brings a pout to her lips, her cheeks puffing out as she whispers a "daddy?" and of course, he's awake (he's been awake for the past 15 minutes). "wanna come up?" he asks her before unwrapping his arms from your body and lifting her onto his broad chest. she immediately crawls over him, kicking his face with her feet in the process, to place herself between you two. her little arms and legs wrap around your torso like a koala, and she looks up at you with a toothy smile. "my turn,” she says, nuzzling her head into you. you hear iwa mumble under his breath (something about waking the team up with kicks to the face).

✫ SUNA always searches for you and the twins in the crowd. his team had just won a game that he's been training especially hard for, and it's the first time in a while that you've seen his dimply smile on his face. he runs up to you and the twins with nothing but joy in his eyes. grabbing ahold of your waist, he presses a kiss to your lips — his teeth clash against yours and he's laughing into the kiss out of sheer happiness, but you don't mind it one bit. your sons pull at your clothes as they try to get your attention. suna catches a glimpse of their raised arms and pulls away from you to lift his boys into his own arms, one on each side of his body. they're cheering for their dad, clapping and yelling, “you did it!" suna's never been an affectionate guy, opting to show his love in more subtle ways, but he feels the urge to pull you and the boys in for a tight hug (one where you can feel the rapid beating in his chest). he kisses the top of your head before pressing one on each of the twins' cheeks. "let's go celebrate, yeah?" suna grins. he’d do anything to hold you three like that again after each win — his prized possessions in his arms.

reblogs are appreciated, as always!

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becasbelt · 2 years

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a hurt comfort fic where beca is just freshly off the completion of a new set setup and her trying to hype chloe up who is just exhausted from all that studying and being the cheerleader all the time for everybody else

curse you wenz.

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The alarm on Chloe’s phone loudly goes off again. Why she still uses the default iPhone alarm to wake up she will never know.

She grabs blindly at the device, swiping it off her bedside table and hitting the snooze button again. The time stares accusingly back at her. 8:18. Chloe had 12 minutes to get to a class that was 15 minutes away.

And yet, she remained in bed.

Maybe if she pulled the covers up over her head, she could forget about her classes and responsibilities get some sleep for once in her life. Because it seriously felt like it’s been years since Chloe got a full night’s rest. Last night it had been because Stacie and Amy had gotten into an argument over who had the most admirers on campus, and Chloe had spent an hour mediating while she slowly watched the time get later and later.

She hears someone thumping down the stairs form the attic and distantly wonders if Amy is gearing up for a round two this morning.

Just as she’s closing her eyes again (just to rest them; of course she wasn’t going to sleep through her class), a rapid knocking at her door makes them fly open again. Chloe remains quiet, half hoping whoever it is will think she’s already in class and will leave her alone. They wait for a few seconds, and Chloe can hear their foot tapping impatiently on the other side of the door, before knocking again.

Chloe groans. “Who is it?”

The door opens and Beca’s grinning face pops through. “You are in here,” she says breathlessly. So she’d been the one running down the stairs, then. “Awesome. I have something to show you.”

She walks fully into the room without invitation, and Chloe raises an eyebrow at the seemingly out of character action before taking in the rest of her appearance. “Are those… the same clothes you wore yesterday?”

Beca looks down at herself in surprise, as if she’s just as shocked as Chloe is. “Oh yeah, I guess I am.”

“Beca, did you sleep at all last night?”

Beca scratches at the back of her head, face screwed up as she thinks. “Uh… I had a Red Bull?”

The corner of Chloe’s mouth quirks up. So Beca was in one of those kinds of moods. “Beca, we’ve talked about this. You can’t stay up all night just because inspiration strikes.”

Beca bounces on her toes a little. “I know. I know, okay? It ruins my immune system and gives me headaches and Red Bull is terrible for me, blah blah blah.” She clutches her laptop tighter to her chest. “But I’ve come up with something really coolthis time, dude. Seriously.”

Chloe pushes herself into a sitting position. “Alright, let’s see it.”

Beca’s eyes flash excitedly and she takes a step toward the bed, already opening up her laptop. She stops short half a second later, brow furrowed as if she’s just realized something. “Hang on a second.” She looks around the room. Glances at Chloe’s clock. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?”

Dammit. Why did Beca choose to be observant and remember things now.

Chloe tries to deflect. “Aren’t you?” she accuses.

Beca waves her hand in the air dismissively. “It’s just my music technology class,” she says, unbothered. “I don’t give a fuck about that class. I know it all. Besides, I’ve literally been making music on my laptop all night.” She laughs a little deliriously. “I’m pretty sure I’ve got it all covered at this point.”

Beca laughs for another minute, muttering something about professors being useless, and Chloe can’t deny the small smile it brings to her face to see Beca with so much energy. Until Beca stops laughing and points seriously at her.

“You have Russian lit right now. You have to go to that.”

Chloe sighs and looks miserably at the time. 8:22. “I have eight minutes to get there, and my professor doesn’t like it when you’re late.”

Beca considers this for a short moment before snapping her laptop shut and tossing it on the bed. She strides over to Chloe’s closet and throws it open, chucking a random shirt at Chloe. “Well, then, you better get dressed in two. I’ll drive you, and I can get you there in, like, six minutes tops.”

Chloe is staring at her as Beca continues throwing clothes at her. When Beca turns around and finds that Chloe hasn’t moved, her eyes widen, and she taps her naked wrist impatiently. “Let’s go, Beale! You’ve got one minute now!”

Thinking distantly that Aubrey would approve of this side of Beca, Chloe jumps out of bed to put some clothes on.

When Beca said she could get them there in six minutes, she wasn’t lying. Chloe would almost be impressed if she hadn’t feared so much for her life.

Chloe slides into her seat just as her professor starts the class, Beca sliding into the seat right next to her. Somehow she has another Red Bull in her hand.

“What are you doing?” Chloe whispers.

Beca looks at her funny. “Uh, learning about-” she squints at the PowerPoint slide at the front of the room- “Gavrila Derzhavin?” she finishes, absolutely butchering the name. She looks back at Chloe, as if that had been obvious.

“You’re not even in this class,” Chloe says. “You’re skipping your own class right now. Why would you want to be here? I don’t even want to be here?”

Beca shrugs and takes a swig of her Red Bull. “I wanna hang out with you.”

Chloe’s heart melts at that. She stares at Beca, dumbfounded.

“Oh! And since you probably didn’t have breakfast-” Beca pulls a granola bar out of her hoodie pocket and hands it to Chloe. “It may be a little squished because mayyybe it’s been in my pocket for 24 hours.”

Chloe accepts the granola bar gratefully with a grin and a fond shake of her head.

This girl. This ridiculous, frustrating, wonderful girl.

Chloe wraps her arms around Beca’s arm and leans her head on her shoulder, not hating being in class as much as she thought she would.

#once again unedited bc i'm a lazy piece of shit #been a hot second since i wrote bechloe folks come get y'all juice #bechloe #fanfic #almost canon #pitch perfect #pinkpastels113

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