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hekateinhell · 10 months

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#VCKinkWeek, Day 4: Pet Play

I was hoping to have this one (and another) done for kink week but real life has been happening and I don't want to phone it in, so here's a 2k snippet of my Lestat/Armand pet play fic for now — just something sweet and lighthearted! 💖

“You do look like a prissy cat, you know.”

“A what?” The look on Armand’s face was comical, his large eyes widening even more, the corners of his mouth tugging down further in annoyance — truly the very image of a disgruntled feline.

Lestat couldn’t help it, he never could. Loud, rancorous laughter burst out of him, the kind that had him putting a hand over his chest to emphasize the melodrama of the moment, the kind that brought blood tears to his eyes. “A bothered petit pussycat, like some unlucky fool has just tossed you into the bath.”

Armand’s eyebrows shot up, his lips starting to twitch with poorly suppressed mirth. He seemed more entertained by the spectacle Lestat made rather than the actual words coming out of his mouth.

“Is that right?” Armand settled himself on the velvet settee beside him, the proud tilt of his head making something in the region of Lestat’s chest clench painfully.

What a princeling still, strong and poised, after everything he had endured.

“Yes,” Lestat’s laughter faded now and he quickly passed a hand over his face to dispose of any remaining evidence of the earlier display.

“Yes,” he continued, throat constricting with emotion, “If you were mon petit chaton, I would adorn you with the most luxurious collar money could buy. I would bathe you every night and feed you out of the palm of my hand, tender little thing that you are. I would have you in my coat pocket everywhere I go, and I would once never let you out of my sight. I would gather you to my chest at dawn each night and hold you there tightly until the sunset. You would be my most beloved pet, my most cherished possession.”

Lestat ended abruptly then, breathless and acutely aware how every sentence he'd just uttered was paramount to a holy confession, a wretched love letter. He couldn't bear to look at Armand, to see the little demon feign surprise at Lestat's affection for him when it had been penned in at least five different novels for the entire world to see.

And if Armand laughed, presumed it was merely the joke of an overly theatrical buffoon? Well, that would be the worst of all, wouldn't it?

Oh Lestat, such pretty, hollow words from a monster’s mouth.

Armand shifted closer, his deceptively delicate hand coming to rest over Lestat’s much larger one, the metal of their gold rings clinking together as he leaned fully against Lestat’s shoulder,

I would let you, if that is what your heart desires. Whatever may please our king, of course.

More than the slightest hint of sarcasm evident in Armand’s telepathic communications, and Armand must have felt him bristle because he pressed a little kiss to his collarbone, a crumb of sweetness to cleanse away the sting.

Little Devil, Armand!

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“Open it,” Lestat demanded with all the enthusiasm and intensity of a young child as he shoved the dark green velvet-covered rectangular box into Armand’s open hands.

A rare moment when his youth truly shown through, the luminance of the hallway sconces catching onto the highlights in his golden curls as they bounced against his shoulders from a boyish excitement he could not contain.

How sweet Lestat could be when he was in such a pleasant and playful mood.

Bittersweet warmth bloomed through Armand’s chest at the sight, rising in his throat to temporarily restrict his vocal cords. He suppressed most of a smile as he collected his bearings, grounding himself by listening for the chaotic sounds of life just outside the heavy front doors of the Saint-Germain house.

No need to indulge Lestat just yet. There would be time for that later.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked, knowing the longer he drew out the moment, the more gratifying the reward would be later for the both of them.

Lestat, always so impatient, shifted his weight from one foot to the other in a decidedly human fashion.

No response as his large gray eyes darted restlessly from Armand’s carefully composed face to complete an extremely unnecessary inventory of the priceless paintings that decorated the entry area of the mansion and back again. The nervous, primal energy he had never quite been able to shed for any significant duration of time exhibiting itself for all to see.

‘All’ presently meaning Armand. A rare occasion to be the only inhabitant of his own home over the past week — a blessing and curse. Until Lestat had arrived.

“Nothing’s changed since you were last here,” Armand promised, placing a gentle hand on Lestat's forearm, brushing over the downy blond hairs repeatedly as though he meant to soothe an overstimulated animal.

A puppy, perhaps.

Maybe that’s why Lestat loved them so… After all, how often do we love other creatures at least in part for the aspects of ourselves which we see in them?

Lestat nodded in response, his throat making an audible click that Armand relished, the hunter in him thrilling at the giveaway of an easy mark in his midst.

A large hand came to brush against his rounded cheek, the invitation too great to resist, Lestat’s darker skin so warm and radiant from the fresh kill. Armand couldn’t help but to turn his face to nuzzle into his palm, chasing the sensation as if he could do away with the barriers of the flesh that separated them from each other.

“If you think I am a dog, then you surely must be a kitten,” Lestat murmured, appearing every bit as serious as a scientist reporting his findings to a jury of his peers. “And what divine timing that I discover this now,” he continued, nudging the box still unopened in Armand’s other hand. “Must I beg?” he gestured widely, every ounce the dramatic Leilo on the stage he had once been.

“It would do you well to beg me more often, Lestat,” Armand couldn’t resist a final provocation before he relented, stepping back for space to undo the little gold clasp at the front and pull back the cushioned lid.

It’s a thin band of rigid emerald velvet, the circumference greater than that of a wrist but smaller than a waist, and directly in the middle lay an ornate square-cut gemstone of a similar color framed in a border of gold crusted with small diamonds. A single little golden bell clipped to the center of the band below the emerald.

Certainly not… Armand furrowed his brow even as his lips curved upwards, betraying himself once again. Lestat wouldn’t be that presumptuous. Oh, but he would — if anyone would.

There’s no mistaking the object in question.

“A collar, Lestat? You would have me be your pet, in all seriousness?” Impossible to ignore the thrill that ran electric throughout his veins at hearing himself say the words, at seeing Lestat’s mouth drop open just enough to barely expose the very tips of his fangs, pupils dilating as his dead pulse quickened in response.

“In all seriousness, yes,” he whispered, his stare piercing in its intensity as he reached forward to push back Armand’s auburn hair from his shoulders before gently rubbing his index and middle fingers over the slight swell of his adam’s apple where a collar would rest. “May I?”

A formality, he must know that. How could Armand ever hope to deny him in this state? Open and yielding and giving, a merciful rainstorm after a long, savage drought. How many times had Armand fantasized over the centuries of having Lestat’s attention just so?

“Of course,” his voice sounded small to his own ears but no matter, let Lestat think that was his original intent. He cast his long lashes down, knowing what an artfully deceptive picture of submission he made with the playful shadows over his cheekbones, head bowed ever so slightly: a perfectly trained pet ready to receive its master. Claws retracted and hidden for the time being.

“My, my, aren’t you the sweetest of kittens?” Lestat’s speech held the tone of abject reverence as his fingers brushed against the back of Armand’s neck to fasten the collar into place. Armand imagined that he trembled as the band nestled snugly over his skin; the room shimmering in tones of yellow and rose, his senses crossing they often wont to in the formidable arousal of the moment.

Armand’s entire world boiling down — as it so often did — to Lestat. His touch, the gray of his iridescent eyes that brought to mind a windswept beach on a stormy night, the hypnotic call of his powerful blood, unmistakable in its scent, made Armand’s mouth ache with thirst. The sound of Armand’s own drumming heart and the aroma of Lestat not a hair's breadth away crossing in his mind, drowning out whatever words the man was uttering now.

“Armand… Armand… there he is, there is mon petit chaton.” Lestat was smiling, the little crinkles that formed around his eyes whenever he did something so human, his mouth still moving, making the same shapes over and over again.

Armand shook his head, hoping too late Lestat wouldn’t interpret the gesture as being directed at him.

It seemed ridiculously comical all of a sudden, standing here in the foyer of his home, spellbound into silence by having Lestat in front of him, seemingly proposing they play a game Armand didn’t fully grasp, in spite of him recalling the thought he had dropped into Lestat’s mind a couple of weeks prior: I would let you, if that is what your heart desires.

They’re at the precipice of something, a notion somehow too foreign and too familiar at the same time.

Lestat’s eyes darting towards the staircase and back to Armand’s face, awaiting an invitation that even he wasn’t bold enough to presume was his for the taking. His hands dropped back to his sides, the tissue paper in the boutique bag he still carried at his elbow rustled with the movement.

“What else do you have in there, Lestat?” Without waiting for a reply, Armand offered him his most beatific smile, holding out his hand and gesturing him closer as though Armand were the one persuading a feral cat.

Lestat exhaled, a look not unlike relief brightening his features as he followed Armand up the narrow staircase to the bedchambers. “Ah, but curiosity killed the cat!” He clapped his hands, clearly pushing past whatever reserve he’d had.

“Yes, yes, so I have heard.” Every step Armand took made the tiny bell at his throat jingle, a soundtrack to the fantasy.

“You didn’t let me finish, mon chéri…” Lestat’s hand solid at Armand’s lower back, his breath cool over the shell of his ear. “Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.”

hope you enjoyed! trust me, the full version will be E rated! 💖

#i do wish i had something complete for you guys i really tried to work on three different things but it's been such a chaotic month #i am also halfway done with lestat in a shock collar that's decidedly less cheery lol #armand/lestat #lestat/armand #armand #lestat de lioncourt #vc #the vampire chronicles #vc fic #vckinkweek #prompts

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notmoreflippingelves · 5 months

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Rewatching "Navidad" and noticing right now that contrary to what I remembered, Esteban wasn't the only one who wanted to celebrate a traditional Nochebuena in the palace with just their family. Francisco did too! This is the very first Navidad since their reunion and Shuriki's defeat. Esteban has been waiting 41 (!) years for this day, and he probably thought it would never come. It must have hurt so much when his wish for a traditional family Navidad was immediately shut down by Elena and Luisa and (albeit a bit more conflictedly by Isabel) or that Francisco's agreement with his idea was disregarded.

It's especially intriguing to me, because ordinarily, you would expect Esteban to be all in on the exciting new Navidad celebrations. He can be stuffy and traditional, sure, but he's also extravagant and loves grand, elaborate parties. In this case, however, he vastly prefers a quieter, more intimate Navidad than something new and elaborate and exciting. He doesn't want fireworks or or parades or massive parties; all he wants is simple quality time with the family he spent four decades longing to somehow see again.

To borrow a few lyrics from "Let Love Light the Way," Esteban needs "nothing more than those [he] adore[s]" over the holiday. And it must rankle him so much to receive the seeming confirmation that this isn't enough for the others-- and I feel it could lend itself to the inevitable conclusion that he himself isn't "enough" for the others.

Personally, I feel like Francisco's desire to have their quiet, private Nochebuena celebration comes from a slightly different place than Esteban's. He's naturally a more traditional, reserved person, so he would always prefer simple quality time with his family than a grand function. Additionally, he did not perceive any time passing during the past 41 years, as Esteban did. So this particular Navidad would have less strong of a meaning to him as it did to his grandson who was all alone for four decades. I also do not think he would be fully aware of what this end of the Dark Times means to his grandson. But unlike the others, Francisco does seem to be genuinely trying to understand what Esteban is thinking and feeling.

And even knowing that Francisco can and will never fully understand, Esteban must have felt a little tiny spark of recognition and validation when Francisco too wanted to resume their regular Navidad traditions. These--and by extension, Esteban himself--may not have been "good enough" for Luisa or Elena. But for Francisco, the traditions were more than merely "good enough," they were his first choice.

#elena of avalor #esteban flores #chancellor esteban #francisco flores #i've thought a lot before about the family's microagressions toward esteban in s1 #mainly focused on this ep but also the two family vacation episodes that he doesn't appear in #but this ep hit different this time since i had forgotten/hadn't noticed #that francisco actually agreed with esteban's navidad plans #someone noticed; someone cared; someone wanted the same thing as esteban #even if the combined contrary force of the flores women prevented this wish from coming to fruitation #at least francisco and esteban get their way on the next navidad #'craig gerber please consider esteban's backstory and feelings even in funky little filler episodes' challenge #(failed yet again)#eoa salt #i mean tbf elena's and luisa's desire for something new does make sense too when you think about it #it's also the first navidad without elena's parents so a traditional navidad might have been too painful for them #but ya know what they should've done? talk this through as a family #let esteban (and francisco) talk about *why* the traditional navidad is so important to them #and then have elena and luisa explain *why* they need something different this year #if this family actually communicated; they might have come to a better compromise #like accepting christina's invite (as the first one offered)#and then coming back a little early from it and spending the rest of nochebuena with just the 5 of them doing their navidad traditions #but no; elena and luisa just decided what they were gonna do without asking for real input #and when francisco tries to question it; luisa is like 'why would you even question this? this new idea is *obviously* the better option.'#and nobody even cares a little about what esteban thinks

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moonfromearth · 4 months

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💌 Post 4 pictures from Pinterest that describe your OC. Send this to 3 other simmers to keep the chain going!

Thank you sooooo much this was super fun!! 🥰

I may have cheated a little but I picked four I liked and then had a good idea so... There are two "bonus" ones 😉

~ Corey Altman ~

#okay i came up with four that i liked #but THEN #i had the idea to put an image in for sans #and i know it doesn't really look like him but... kind of?#😅#it was so fun though!#they cut weird in here so i put them all together in krita it was great 🤩#the only thing i wish i would have done different was add something funny but oh well #ask

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coquelicoq · 4 months

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usually i don't have any problem not thinking about work when i'm not getting paid to do so, but i made a big mistake earlier this week and spent five hours today dealing with the fallout and still have not managed to resolve it, and when i clocked out it was actually with this vague dread about leaving it unsolved instead of relief that it's finally the weekend. like it's bad that it's the weekend because it means i have to stop working on it?? wow. gross.

#it's interesting because it's 1) a pretty bad mistake and 2) not the end of the world. and in the past when i have done something #for which both of those things are true i've like waaaay spiraled far outside of what is reasonable and proportionate #and just really beat myself up about it. and this time i'm not at all. i'm just like well that was dumb and the consequences are #unfortunate and i really wish i had made different choices before this. but i don't have any control over that so there's no use #crying over it. all i can do is take responsibility‚ take steps to prevent it in the future‚ and move forward #so that's what i'm doing. which strikes me as very healthy and a big step up from what i used to do #however i keep having to quash the impulse to open my work email to see if there have been any developments #which is CRAZY like i've always thought of that as workaholic behavior from which i am shielded on account of having #excellent work-non work separation but I GUESS NOT

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radlegowaffle · 10 hours

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hear no evil, se̵e̸ no evil, spe̸a̸k̸ no e̵̠͐v̷͍͗i̸̙͋l̸͎̅

#メズマライザー #重音テト #初音ミク #hatsune miku #kasane teto #art #illustration #vocaloid #my art #dooblenauts #i dont know what else to tag #almost forgot my own fucking art tag dude i am so tired #im FINALLY done with this #this tool so much longer than i wanted to and idk if it was worth it #though i like how tetos hair came out a lot #and i kinda like how fucked up miku looks #wish i did her hair a lil differently but. it looks ok i guess #also did this on stream (':#its crazy people watched me go insane trying to draw but its nice they had a good time ahaha #anyway yea this song still has a chokehold on me #one more fanart for this song #that i have planned anyway. maybe later down the line ill have more but right now i just have one #i need to work on something else though #idk what but. literally anything dsfhliduahdfliaudhgf

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marshmallowgoop · 13 days

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It seems you're mixing the dub audio with remastered footage which I was planning on doing but are you actually gonna upload full episodes anywhere?

I don't share much information about the project on Tumblr, but I talk about it more on Discord!

My workbench in the DCMK Fanworks Server (join link here) has the most comprehensive and up-to-date info, but I also post updates in the Detective Conan EN Community (join link here). As of right now, I've mixed Episodes 1-71, 76-78, and 118.

That said: I would be very happy if anyone else would like to take over! I am very slow 😅

#replies #anonymous #i so wish it would be done officially #i'd buy it in a heartbeat #but until then i'll do it myself 😅 or let someone else do it if anyone would like to take over!#i said i'd get back to it after i finished my last amv but i've been in such a weird funk lately #would love to get it done this year though #it'll be faster when i'm not ocr'ing dub subs anymore and i only have a few eps with that left #i'm so sorry but i don't think i'll be making dub subs for any eps that didn't include them originally #maybe that's why i'm hesitating on continuing... i feel so terrible about that #i really want to include them but without them already in place that's adding a lot of extra time to an already time-consuming process #(it often takes two hours per episode at the very very least--and that's not including render/compression time)#it's a lot of work but it is really something i want to get done (or have done by someone else! haha)#the remastered footage really makes such a difference #and it's helpful with my amvs lol i had to fake a clip for 'messed up' and it would have been soo much easier to just have it already mixed #but in any case i'm glad i'm not the only one who wants this! love seeing funi dub love <3

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oveliagirlhaditright · 9 months

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I still can't believe out of everyone and everything that could have gotten rid of the loophole in Angel's curse, it was Illyria (strongly hinted at the very end of the season 12 comics). Just goes to show how the Powers That Be don't care about their champions, and are really kind of evil (though we already knew that). And they were probably keeping the loophole on purpose, thinking that if it wasn't there he and Buffy would just run off and be happy together instead of fighting for them, the bastards.

#buffy the vampire slayer #angel #bangel #buffy comics #buffy season 12 #buffy the vampire slayer comics #buffy the vampire slayer season 12 #but this has gotten me thinking 'could only someone in the series who was a god. or had god-like powers. get rid of the loophole then?'#and making me want to write some different aus now. like part of me is now wondering if maybe in the future dawn could have somehow gotten #rid of it. as she was the key connected to the goddess glory. and in the comics she stars figuring out how to use her powers and stuff #there are some ideas here for fanfiction #especially since usually in fanfiction that gets rid of it it's usually willow (maybe with tara helping her. sometimes buffy's blood being #involved)#which i GET. but the idea that it was illyria opens some other doors in fanon maybe #and how i wish more 'canon' things would explore it. and bangel in general again. looking at you boom #but you know the god thing kind of does make sense because there's also how buffy and angel have sex in s8 when they're both gods and that #doesn't trigger the curse. either because angel's technically not a vampire with a cursed soul there he's a god and/or they keep the curse #(probably he does) keep the curse being triggered with their powers or something #but back to the dawn thing: as silly as this no doubt is. there's a part of me that wants to write her just portaling the loophole away whe #she discovers her portal powers. lol. i don't think anyone's ever done anything like that before #but i bring this all up because i just read this one really well-written fic where illyria got rid of the loophole #which got me thinking about how she's the one to do so in canon #and then about the loophole in general

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honeysuckle-venom · 6 months

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Sometimes I'm really frustrated that I didn't get certain types of testing and therapy when I was much younger. My brother was in occupational and physical therapy by the time he was three years old. Granted, some of his difficulties were more obvious than mine. And it was a decade later; there was more awareness. But also some of it is that my parents just weren't very responsible with me!

Something that is always just kind of told as a funny family story is the fact that in preschool, at parent teacher meetings, my parents were told that I "failed scissors." Yeah, that's cute. But it also meant something! My teachers brought up the fact that I wasn't meeting a developmental milestone; that's something to take note of! I was dyspraxic. There was a reason I couldn't use scissors until I was much older, a reason I didn't learn to tie laces until I was nine, that I couldn't do buttons or zippers, that I didn't hold pencils or forks properly and made messes when I ate, that I couldn't catch things or tell left from right until way later than my peers! And I was having sensory meltdowns multiple times a week in preschool, I would cry when garbage trucks went by because they were so loud, my first sentence was "tag hurt" about the tag in my shirt. Like, someone should have maybe noticed some of these things and gotten me checked out! If I had ever had occupational therapy it would have been honestly lifechanging for me.

And like, it's fine. I did okay without it; that's why I never got it. I did well in school, and as I got older my physical coordination problems were less important as emphasis was placed on academics instead of fine motor skills. I learned to mostly cope with my sensory issues and hide them in public. The fact that math was much harder for me than other subjects and that I had trouble with visual information was certainly never investigated, because I still did well in all of my classes, and it wasn't until I was sixteen that I found out I had also had a visual learning disability the whole time. That one I blame my parents less for, as the signs were much more subtle. But it still sucks that it took so long to figure out; when I finally was diagnosed with a learning disability the tester included all sorts of recommendations for accommodations that would have been incredibly helpful in school. Even simple things like larger fonts and less visual stimuli on worksheets would have helped a lot.

Idk, it's just frustrating sometimes, because I really think early interventions for some of this stuff would have made a really big difference in my quality of life as a kid. Especially occupational therapy for my sensory issues, because that was causing the most distress, and has continued to cause significant distress to this day. My parents didn't know anything about anything, so there was never any kind of intervention like OT or a sensory diet or anything like that, but gosh it would have been huge for me. Heck, even owning a weighted blanket would have been helpful as a kid (I have one now). I know there wasn't nearly as much awareness of things like that 20 years ago, but some of my problems were a) being pointed out by teachers and b) just generally very obvious, and a little bit of research would have gone a long way. Instead I was just written off as a sensitive kid, which like, yeah, true! But there were reasons for that! Sigh.

#text post #my post #i know there can also be significant disadvantages to early diagnosis with things #stigma and discrimination and abusive special education environments and reduced self esteem and all sorts of other consequences #and who knows how things might actually have been different if i had been tested for stuff as a kid #but it's not so much the testing and diagnoses i wish i had had #i just wish i had gotten occupational therapy. which probably could've been done just based on the things my teachers were observing #and maybe a referral from a gp or something #anyway

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