#fucking genius writing

[helena-thessaloniki]

Can't stop thinking about Night Country. That feminine rage is cold and hard; old, older than everything else, and buried deep. That a woman alone is a dead woman; a woman alone is the most dangerous thing. That a man's ego is more important than a woman's life. That a woman who speaks up isn't silenced, she's destroyed. That women are strongest when they're together, when they speak, when they sing. When they're seen.

That what men want for themselves is reason enough to lay waste to everything else. That when it's weighed on the scales, their chance to live a little longer is worth more than a baby's first breath. That they'll do whatever it takes, even when it poisons all of our water.

How a mother dies and her daughter dies too, but a son can't live until he's killed his own father. How women only have power when they lie, assume the role of men, align themselves to men, or die.

And when they will no longer clean up after them.

When they honor who came before, paint the protest on their face, and learn their real name. When they emerge from the ice, leave the night behind and walk toward the sun instead of into the sea. When they shape their own stories. When their tongue is returned to them.

What a fucking masterpiece.

I guess she wanted to take them. I guess she ate their fuckin' dreams from the inside out and spit their frozen bones.

#night country #true detective spoilers #true detective night country #true detective s4 #evangeline navarro #liz danvers #issa lópez #the most metaphorical shit I've ever seen and I am here for it #fucking genius writing #feminine rage #absolute credit where credit is due to the indigenous women and people at the heart of this story #true detective #jodie foster #kali reis

[defectiveferalfreak]

i rediscovered @nicktoonsunite and @choraa ‘s art like wowie did they inspire me to dip my toes into NUverse??

also i cant believe Dib and Zim basically waltzed into NU:GoD, like WHATS UP B*TCHS WE  GONNA HELP WHETHER U WANT IT OR NOT like can u believe that lol

#nicktoons unite #nicktoons unite globs of doom #nicktoons unite GoD #i find it ironic its called NU GoD #invader zim #dib membrane #iz zim #iz dib #ive been sitting on the doodles ideas since end of AUGUST. basically so long that i started to hate them lol #i have a lot of thoghts about nicktoons!Dib&Zim but almost no concentration to draw much of it #because helooo fandom interest change like autumn leaves #but i fell in love with possible nicktoons universe with those two assholes in it so they WILL live rent free in my head #so many details of this doodles that i want to talk about but im afraid to start rambling #so im just gonna sit and hope someone notices those little things #throwing this nicktoons!IZAU into the void so i could stop obsessivly staring at unfinished doodles. also gonna go cry over nicktoonsunite a #and choraa awesome OG4 art like those are fucking goals #and lack of fics for nicktoons adventures ;( like i wish someone was brave enough to write some cool NU advnetures <;( #danny phantom #fairly oddparents #the adventures of jimmy neutron: boy genius #spongebob squarepants #if someone asks me about this au i probably wont have much to say because its all very vague but i will most likely go feral lol #i wish i could finish my iz star wars au doodles ;( theyve been in my files since summer haha

[goldiipond]

and happy 17th birthday to one of the funniest bosses in any mario game

#skye's ramblings #i'd like to draw a little celebratory piece if i can but right now. fracktail appreciation post #so much of this games writing left a permanent mark on my brain. i think about 'YOU LOST EVERYTHING. WAY TO GO GENIUS.' all the fucking time

[autumnblooms]

A pencil sketch for something @mac-and-thefox and I are cooking up 👀

#mac is the true writing genius here #I just provide encouragement and vibes #it’s real fucking good y’all you aren’t ready #the band ghost #my art #dewdrop ghoul #water dewdrop #nameless ghouls #ghost band

[newfangledsoul]

I’m fucking dying, if you stake Astarion after he tries to bite you the companions comment on it and Wyll’s response–

Wyll: Absolutely flaming homosexual, I should’ve known he was a vampire 😔

#I saw this on YouTube and I fucking died #he’s so gay of course he’s a vampire 😂😂😂😂 #genius writing #whoever wrote this deserves a raise #vampires = gay #yes I agree #also historically factual #Carmilla in the distance: you rang? #Dracula in the distance: you rang? #Louis and lestat in the distance: you rang? #David and Michael from Lost Boys: you rang? #bg3 #Baldur’s gate 3 #Astarion #vampire

[esha-isboogara]

Hiii I’m not sure if you’re currently taking requests but if so could you pleaseeee write a fic where Rick and the reader are cuddling but he decides to slide his hands up their shirt and squeeze else where, ifykyk😏

Thank you so much😭💕💕💕

dark but just a game

OMFG ANON- i am obsessed with this idea now like i genuinely love the idea of rick wanting to cuddle just to make it…something more. i tried to make this a bit longer for you since your idea was so good.

rick likes attention. actually scratch that. he thrives off attention. when all the focus is on him he does his best work. one might call him a bit of an attention whore.

right now though? he was not happy. far from it actually. mildly annoyed covered it.

he had called you down to spend time with you,see what’s going on in your little world. he enjoyed this part of the day the most. just the two of you relaxing and doing normal couple things. but you were much too focused on the television to lay him any attention. you brushed his questions off with simple “it was fine” and “yep”.

it was as if someone had ignited a flame inside him and throwing kindling into it with each passing minute. he found it baffling how wrapped up you could be by some corny bullshit. especially not while he laying right beside you. he’s the most interesting man on the planet for gods sake.

he tried to wait patiently but he couldn’t. not for a moment longer.

“youre b-being such a bitch right now y/n”. he said, tracing his fingers up your arm absentmindedly.

you were accustomed to his mood swings. “hmm? how so”?

rick was silently seething. he couldn’t believe you’d be so stupid as to deny him what he craved.

if you weren’t going to give him what he wanted the east way he’d be happy to force you into it. his other hand crept up your shirt gently massaging your abdomen. the feeling of his callused hands against your warm tummy caused you to shudder but only for a moment.

“isn’t it obvious”?

you hummed in response, his words going in one ear and out the other.

his hand continued up your shirt as he spoke “you’re just sooo immersed in that movie you can’t give me the time of day”. it wasn’t long before he found his way inside your bra. “that’s a bitch move if anything”.

oh he had your attention now. he could tell by the way your body tensed up and your breathing became heavy.

“ohhh you can pay attention to me now”? with one hand up your shirt he used the free one to massage your inner thigh. “is that all it takes with you ? just a little fondling? i’m disappointed to know how easy you are”.

he knew all the spots to hit and yet he refused to go there. this was just a game in ricks mind.

you let out a little whine as he punched your nipple. “mmm rick~ please don’t stop”

within seconds he was up, completely off the coach. “oh no, i’d hate to distract you during something so important”.

#you’re a genius anon #and you’re like me #i love knowing there’s others #thank you for this #i need to write abt him #or i’ll perish #he’s so much fun #his speech pattern fucks me up #idk #like #it’s a hit or miss #and im worried i’ll miss #yk ? #maybe im just a dummy #who knows #rick sanchez #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez smut #esha answers #blurb #drabble #smutty blurb #smutty drabble #rick and morty #esha writes

[enha-stars]

jay is so aditya kashyap coded, oh my god. from the haircut to the glasses to the mannerisms and tough exterior. i might actually start tweaking because huh

#AM I A GENIUS OR AM I A GENIUS #XYNIA ARE U SEEING MY VISION #i saw a adiya edit #AND SKDNSJDBSJBDSJHD IT WAS SO JAY CODED DONT EVEN START W ME RN #jab we met #is also one of THE best bollywood films ever #am i going to write a jab we met inspired jay fic?? #FUCK I MIGHT HAVE TO #nah i don’t think YALL GET IT #JAY IS SO ADITYA IM CRYING #the glasses ☹️☹️ #THE HAIR THE FACE SHAPE #i also had the fattest crush on shahid kapoor #so #omfg #jay park #jay enhypen #jay thoughts #desi engene #enhypen #jay soft thoughts #enha jay

[von-karmas-a-bitch]

it will never stop being insane to me that possibly the most accurate adaptation of sherlock holmes (minus any explicit mention of drugs) is from Gay Lawyer Visual Novel Spinoff Series: Let's Go To Meiji Japan and bc it wasn't public domain yet, the localised versions decided to call him fucking HERLOCK SHOLMES

#screw your ''oh wow he's so hugebrained i want to be that guy'' wish fulfillment sherlock holmes #the real sherlock holmes was a cringefail loser who was prone to extreme fits of melancholy over trivial shit #i have not read the books but i just talked to someone who has both read the books and played tgaac and they confirmed #he is very very accurate to original holmes #and it makes me very happy to have that confirmed bc #i knew it i fucking knew it #that's why he's the only holmes adaptation i like #that's why he's so funny and well-written #the writers did their fucking homework and made a fairly faithful adaptation #that hit all the sweet spots that made holmes unique #rather than completely missing the point of what made him such a Character #and just writing him to be the cringeproof hugebrained genius they wish they were #he's not supposed to be your self insert gary stu he's SUPPOSED to be cringefail!!!!! let him be a loser #sophia's soliloquies #tgaac #herlock sholmes

[bardsandbees]

there’s a lot of things i love about fandom but in the case of the witcher fandom they took a named but dead character from a lambert side quest in the 3rd video game where lambert has a vague emotional attachment to said character and turned him into a fully fledged, three dimensional and beloved love interest for lambert. i think lambert says his name no more than twice during the whole quest. and yet the fandom consensus on not only aiden’s personality but also general physical appearance is incredible

#the witcher #who was the first person to say ‘he’s a tall pretty boy made of sunshine who is sometimes an elf’ #cause they’re a GENIUS #he’s always an elf in my writing just cause i think it fits his vibe and i also like the lore of cat witchers almost always being elves #it also opens the doors for SO much banter with lambert when they first meet #idk i just love fandom #they took one look at lambert’s actual tw3 love interest kiera and went “nah fuck that’. #dead friend was OBVIOUSLY the love of his life #don’t get me wrong i get it #lambert “’i’m an emotionless dickhead’ going on a murder revenge spree for his ‘friend’ from a DIFFERENT WITCHER SCHOOL #is suspect at best #but i digress #i <3 aiden #my words #witcher aiden #witcher lambert

[kangaracha]

skz + losing 3racha

(this is actually written by @keepswingin, who found out i was saving this for a nevermore oneshot and said 'not if i write it first' and kicked me out of my own house)

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The door creaks as he pushes it open, the room beyond dark and unwelcoming in a way it's never been before. Minho's not used to this - the quiet, the lack of unopened snacks sprawled throughout the room, the absence of clothes, of beanies, of half-finished verses scribbled hastily on scraps of paper or napkin or an old thank you card from a sponsor. 

The room used to be alive with his memory. Now it just sits, a void of their own making, because attempting to do anything otherwise was something Minho couldn't bring himself to do. Not then, not after, and certainly not now, even if it was the company forcing him to be in here after threatening of doing it themselves. And Minho would never let them do something like this themselves. Not now, not ever, not when it was something that concerned Jisung of all people. 

"Is this it?" she asks, attempting to peer over his shoulder. She's a ball of energy wrapped with anxiety, he could tell from the moment he met her, and he had hated it. Hated how it reminded him of Jisung, hated how it reminded him that the world around him would keep spinning even if his own had stopped still. 

"Yes," he whispers, willing his voice to stay steady. 

He takes a step inside, and can't stop his chest from hitching, the soft exhale that leaves him breathless. The bed is made, stripped of old sheets. The shelves are empty, the desk pushed into the biggest corner wiped clean and prepared with a brand new laptop sitting on top. 

She brushes past him gently and comes to a stop in the middle of the room, eyes flickering across what awaits her. Her hands squeeze into fists beside her, and Minho hears her chest hitch too, but when she turns to him, there is nothing but excitement glittering in her eyes. 

"Thank you," she says, even taking the time to bow. Minho can't bring himself to react, at least not when he's frozen like this, unable to form anything close to words as the odd feeling in his chest tightens more. "I'm so grateful your company is providing me with this opportunity, and that you guys are being so welcoming." 

She watches him for a long moment, and if she's waiting for Minho to say something, he can't, he can't, not when he's in Jisung's room with someone else and Jisung hasn't been here in months, and the last thing Minho ever said to him was something he never should have said at all, and then he was gone, they were all gone, and Minho and the rest of them were - 

"Minho-ssi?"

- left behind.

Minho blinks. He feels like he wants to scream, or cry, or not speak for a long while. "I'm sorry," he whispers, turning towards the door. "Please let us know if you need anything." He closes the door behind him just breathes a for a moment, before pressing his forehead to the wood and closing his eyes. 

He can pretend that it's Jisung shuffling around inside if he closes his eyes.

o

The room is a mess of wires and cameras as he sits off to the side in a lonesome chair, allowing a crew member of the channel they're interviewing for to clip a microphone onto the collar of his shirt. The man doesn't say much as he does, and Minho doesn't really pay attention as he leaves, his mind beginning to drift as he watches someone else struggle with fixing Seungmin's shirt in front of him.

He gets lost in a mind a lot these days, and sometimes he doesn't even realize he's lost until one of the members is gently tugging his attention back to the present, a soft look here, a gentle touch there. Too nice, for someone like Minho, who is the barbed wire thrown over a fence long forgotten. Sharp edges and a sharper tounge, once upon a time. Now, he feels like something lost in the wind, far from home. 

"Okay, we're ready to start!" The director announces, walking into the middle of the set and clapping his hands together. "I'd like to go over a few things before we begin." 

And then he waits, eyes scanning the room, like he's looking for someone in particular. He is, because he wants the leader of the group, the one in charge of Stray Kids as a whole, and Minho doesn't realize that he's talking about him until Hyunjin is beside him and gently tugging him up from the chair. 

Minho turns to him, something hot prickling in his throat. He would spit an insult, before. Now, he simply presses his lips together and allows Hyunjin to walk him over to the director with a stiff smile. 

The director waits patiently as Hyunjin apologizes on Minho's behalf, and then the older man launches into what he expects from the shoot, among some other things. Minho doesn't really listen, simply nodding his head when needed. 

He forgets to speak up, sometimes. When they're filming or out at an event that is mostly spoken in a different language he doesn't care about enough to learn. But he's had to learn, and he's had to lead, and none of it ever makes sense in his head because all he wants to do is lock himself in Jisung's room and never come back out. 

Sometimes he even goes as far as pretending that Chan is still around, only for that cavern in his chest to grow wider when he turns and finds he was never there to begin with. 

"What do you think?" the director asks, curious tone cutting through Minho's thoughts. "You know your group best." 

This isn't my group, he nearly corrects, mouth forming Chan's name like second nature. But Chan isn't here, and Chan isn't the leader of Stray Kids anymore. Lee Minho is the one in charge of the five original members, and the three new ones. 

("To keep the name relevant," a higher up had said to Minho as soon as he had asked about two girls joining with only one new boy, instead of keeping them as an all boy group. "Sales are down, and the media has finally stopped talking about the other three. We need to send a positive message of acceptance in these trying times.")

There's a rope cutting into his chest. He can't breathe. Hyunjin squeezes his shoulder, thumb pressing against his skin hard enough to hurt. It keeps him from crying. He's thankful he doesn't cry. He's not supposed to cry. 

Chan was never supposed to leave. 

"Whatever you think works best."

o

The studio is cold and bare of the energy it used to have when Changbin would be there alongside the other two, spitting curses or lyrics or swatting at whoever had decided to make fun of him in the moment. Now it's home to a revolving door of producers that Minho never likes. 

Some bring lyrics that are too disconnected for singles. Others merely want to pander to the girls, offering them notes that Seungmin and Jeongin were more than capable of nailing themselves. The b-sides don't flow like they used to, and far too many of them are disjointed and heavy in rapping that's too heavy for songs meant to be light. 

The chorography is the only thing that stays the same after all this time, the one thing Minho can still throw himself into without having to think. He's given Hyunjin and Felix more work to do in having to train two girls with left feet, though the new guy wasn't too bad, but they never complained. 

"Good," this producer tells him, waving a hand with a small smile. "That's all your lines." 

Minho wants to say something, anything. He wants to record the whole thing, strain his letters less, hit that note like how he should be able to. But the words well up in his throat, and nothing comes out. 

He nods, and murmurs his thanks as he pulls the headset off. 

The booth is too quiet. The producer is too quiet. 

Everything is too quiet without a voice to tie all of it together. 

o

He stands on the bridge and watches the boats as they pass underneath him, the wind stinging at his cheeks. Every breath fills his chest with cold air, and it keeps him here, and awake, and alive, as he watches the lights of the city blink and flicker in the distance. 

Minho had brought Jisung here, years ago. They had talked for hours, standing on the edge of the universe, even if it was nothing more than the pathway of a bridge. He had smiled so much that his cheeks had hurt, and Jisung's laughter had been the sweetest thing he had ever heard. Minho had hugged him - pulled him close and buried his face in the crook of his neck, stayed there until forever was something he thought possible. 

"I'll never forget you," he whispers against the next breeze, hoping it will carry his words to wherever they were, wherever Jisung was. "I don't think I ever could." An exhale that rattles his bones. "I don't want to." 

He closes his eyes. Listens to the wind, and the waves, and the beat of his own heart. 

Something warm wraps around him, squeezing him tight. It feels like someone he knows. He doesn't open his eyes, afraid to shatter whatever illusion his mind has created this time. And then a hitch of breath, and a small, raspy voice, whispering close to his ear. 

"You don't have to." 

#stray kids #skz #lee know #minho #lee minho #skz imagine #stray kids imagine #lee know imagine #minho imagine #lee minho imagine #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #lee know imagines #minho imagines #lee minho imagines #roo writes #the urge to make this a full smau #someone hold me back tie me to a chair #queenmaker but make it DEVASTATING THE WHOLE TIME #like seriously this has brainworms in it #i had to call keeps a genius and i don't like it #i'm the only one allowed to have good ideas on this blog #but you know SOME people can't be controlled #anyway just fucking #imagine #this #fic #as an #smau #gen fic?

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

post apocalypse au where the plot of stranger things doesn't happen but vecna still tears the world open and brings the upside down right side up. and the scattered people who managed to survive the initial earthquakes and power outages and complete breakdown of society have to contend not only with creatures from the upside down trying to eat them, but also with what the bleeding of an alternate dimension into their reality is doing to their bodies

people with prolonged exposure to larger tears seem to be slowly changed into something else, like some radioactivity from the dimension is mutating them. people grow claws, or leathery wings, or their face peels open, or they turn into unrecognisable piles of eldritch goo. there's vampires, were-demogorgons, flayed, weird ghosts, and the number of super powered people like el was in the show skyrockets

other people who manage avoid this fate shun those that fell to it. and to an extent it's reasonable, some people who get changed in this way completely lose their humanity, like the flayed, and while others retain it it probably doesn't seem that way when a vampire-like person needs human blood to survive. but a lot of people are just as terrified of the changes happening to them as other people are, and while they may not be harmless, they'd much rather use their new biological advantages to keep people safe

despite this, people that have been 'corroded' by the upside down are ostracised, feared, sometimes outright hunted by regular humans. so sometimes, they band together. form their own little apocalypse groups

eddie is in one of those groups. he wouldn't say he's the leader, bc they don't really have a hierarchical structure and eddie likes to think he's managed to maintain his anarchic ideals even in the face of the apocalypse. but he is the oldest, and the most scary looking (if not the most actually dangerous), so the combination of everyone being younger and his ability to scare off corroded-hunters that come looking for them means everyone else kind of follows his lead

so no one really questions when he comes back to camp one day holding two passed out humans. a mole-dotted man and a freckled woman, probably about eddie's age, who were injured and had crawled into a ruin building to die. and like. what was eddie supposed to do, leave them there??? no, gareth, it has nothing to do with how pretty the guy is. no, eddie doesn't know how they'll react when they wake up in the middle of a corroded camp, they'll cross that bridge when they get there. el says she senses that they're good people, so clearly everything will be fine actually!!!!!

#feel free to write this i feel like it requires a story beyond my scope of capabilities but i really love this idea #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #i haven't decided who i want to be corroded in this au and what their corrosions are #i think eddie's some eldritch looking fuck tho #i feel like dustin is part of the pack but he's not actually corroded and frankly he's a little salty about it #like maybe all the kids joined together bc they were all corroded and it somehow just missed him #and he's constantly trying to do science about them bc 'SOMEONE has to this is scientifically fascinating!!' #and eddie's like kid if i catch you taking notes while im eating ONE MORE TIME i swear to god i'll become a stereotype #also i came up with the word corroded bc i think it encompassed the body horror element i wanted more than 'mutated' did #and then i realised the corroded coffin pun and i was like. oh my god. im a genius. #also if it wasn't clear the humans are stobin #not to be separated even in cases of apocalypse and possible death #they realised they were bleeding too much and were probably gonna die and were like #at the same time huh? checks out. let's go find a hole

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

VH - Lost Soul

(tw: it’s backstory time for Vampire Hero, and it isn’t very nice. Lots and lots of torture mentions.)

Vampire Hero was in hell, although not for the reasons Villain thought.

According to his watch, he’d been trapped in this maze for hours. Amid the many gifts his vampire nature had given him, a sense of direction wasn’t among them. He’d tried to punch the walls, but that would have taken too long to burst through them. They were even thicker than the skull that had thought of such a stupid thing to build. What he could do was leaving a dent to make sure that yes, he’d been there before. He had his phone on him, but there was no wifi, so no way to use his GPS. He had very little battery left anyhow– he had emptied most of it to send his wife pictures of bats on his way, which was as far as he was concerned a very good and judicious use of it. All of that was already a bore, but to make the game even funnier, the labyrinth was full of traps.

Full of pathetic traps. The ground collapsed under his feet, rocks were falling on him, all of that accomplishing nothing – but it was annoying enough that it disrupted his concentration, preventing him to find a way out. That was not the main problem, though. There were screens everywhere, too high to reach, and Villain. Never. Stopped. Talking.

“What is good and evil ? Do you know for sure what the limit is ? Good is supposed to follow the law, but is the law always good ? Isn’t it pride to do what feels right ? You think you want to stop me, but aren’t you being selfish by doing what you want ?”

She’d kept going like that for hours now. Nails on a blackboard would have sounded nicer. Not only the words were as hollow as a dead snail, but the inflection of that pompous voice was unbearable. Vampire Hero was seriously tempted to hit his head against the wall to stop hearing anything, but that didn’t seem like it’d work in the long term.

At his limit, he stepped up, his lips pinched, and finally yelled back:

“Four words. Grow the fuck up.”

“That’s all you have to say ? You’re not much for philosophy.”

“You call that philosophy ? I hate to break it to you, but knowing that good and bad are social constructs is not some kind of genius insight. All I see is a kid yelling at me that she’s very smart. You don’t give a crap about all of this. You just want to prove to yourself how very superior you are.”

“Do you think you’re better than me ?”

“The bar is low.”

“Oh, because you’re good now ?”

Vampire Hero stopped dead in his tracks:

“Even before, I was better than you."

He raised his arms and bared his teeth, his voice loud:

"You think that you’re bad ? You’ve got nothing on me ! I lured people and made them dance with me over broken glass. I had them rot blindfolded in animal cages for days until they had to lick their own blood. I had cozy nights with them having a friendly little chat in the living room while I was drinking from a corpse, and they knew that if they broke they were next. I made them starve and eat their loved ones. And I loved it ! I loved all of it ! I loved the light dying in their eyes. I thought I was clever ! I am half the reasons you’re shaking at night !”

“Zdiiiiiiiingbonnng,” made the rock on Hero’s head. He sighed in exasperation and stopped talking, wiping gravel from his hair.

“I know about you.” said Villain. “The hero agency’s lackey. Aren’t you ashamed ? You were a great prince, once.”

“Actually, I never was really tall.”

“Go ahead, hide yourself behind this kind of childish retorts. But admit it: you’ve sunk low. You arrest people who weren’t caught like you and you bring them to the authority, like a good dog. Has it ever occurred to you how much of a failure you’ve become ?”

“No.”

“Then why did you stop ?”

“If I tell you the story, will you finally shut up ?”

“Perhaps.”

“Worth it.”

Vampire Hero jumped over a couple of spikes, groaned when he realized that his jeans had a new hole, and said:

“Once upon a time, asshole, I was living happily in my castle all alone. I was rich, I was immortal, I had everything I wanted, and what I wanted was a lot of toys.”

He glanced around him, noticed nothing that indicated he was on the right path, and sighed.

“By toys I mean humans, of course. I chose among the prettiest, kindest, bravest, and I tortured them to death. I hurt them until they didn't have anything to break. I was good at it. I experimented things that would give you and all of you so-called Supervillains nightmares for years. But, you know. Decade after decade, still doing the same thing – I was getting bored. I felt empt- aw man, a dead end again ?”

He turned on his heels, swearing. That was obviously the wrong way to solve his problem. The walls were smooth and impossible to climb, so it had to be arranged. He caught a rock and throw it against the hard surface with a little more strength than necessary.

“Well, anyway. I heard there was a great conqueror who wanted the world. I made my first travel since decades, by curiosity. I wanted to see by myself who could challenge me.”

“And you fought him and you lost ?”

“I told you to shut up. I met her, and not long after I was her lucky, lucky husband. I never had her ambition, but of course I supported her. She encouraged my own little hobby in return, so I became her special torturer. My life was even more perfect, and there was this void inside me, and I hated it, and I didn't understand it. And what happened happened. I tortured the wrong person.”

“Define wrong ?”

“It was the daughter of a vampire hunter.”

“A poor choice.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. The guy was really good at his job. He was already pissed off because of the world-conquering plan, but after I did that, well, he cursed my wife and I – oh, enough with this.”

Punctured by rock impacts, the wall in front of him wasn’t so smooth anymore. Vampire Hero took a run-up, jumped and landed on the top of it. He had a nice view on the labyrinth now. For the first time, he took the right direction.

“ That’s cheating,” complained Villain.

“I don’t care.”

“What then ?”

“What then ? I had a bad century. The hunter couldn't kill me, so he drank my blood to prolong his own life and tortured me. He got good at it, too. I felt what I’d made the others feel, but only at first – after ninety years it was back to nothing. I was 300 years old and reality was fading. I was a leech. I hadn’t made a thing for myself.”

“You mean you went soft because of a little torturing?”

“No. I got old. When you have a couple of centuries, this torture-people-to-death shit doesn’t have the same kind of kick anymore. You try to get creative, but it doesn’t help. You feel nothing. So there’s nothing else you can do but stop. And speaking of stopping, it’s your turn.”

Vampire Hero was now at the center of the labyrinth. He jumped to a silver door, decided he was too done with the whole thing to use the knob, and broke it open.

Villain turned towards him, a small smile on her face, and opened her arms in a welcome gesture:

“Behold, vampire ! This room have been made of silver walls and floor. You won’t be able to enter without squirming in agony and -

Vampire Hero stepped in. Villain braced herself for his cries of pain, but there was none. He still looked bored out of his mind. There was a long silence.

“That’s – that’s not possible.”

Hero laughed. A slow, sinister laugh that made Villain’s eyes open wide.

“What are you ?” she whispered. “You can’t be a vampire. You should be crawling on the ground.”

“Don’t you listen ? I told you I’ve been tortured for decades. You know what an immortal body does when it regenerates back for the hundredth time ?"

He pointed to himself. There was a subtle change in his appearance. He still looked like his unimpressed self, but his usual lightness was replaced by something much darker. It was his eyes. Staring into them was like gazing into some horrible, nameless abyss. There was nothing human about them. They could only belong to some ghastly creature who'd lived centuries, not particularly nice ones.

Vampire Hero chuckled, and Villain shuddered.

"It gets tougher," he only said. "I’ve lost touch and taste. I feel nothing. Nor warmth or cold, and certainly not pain. My body is cut from the outside world. There's not much that feels real to me. You know what it is?”

He walked towards Villain, who took a step back and said:

“I hope you realize you’re monologuing yourself.”

“Habits die hard. I want to go back tonight and kiss my wife on the top of her head, just in the middle. It’s our habit. That’s all that matters. If I have to be on this side to support her, so be it. I don’t care about evil or good, and it won’t prevent me to eat your vocal chords if you’re off again. So, are you going to keep talking or finally shut the hell up ?”

“You know what, I think I’m good.”

*

Vampire Hero is a recurring character. His job is to troll current villains. Check the Vampire Hero Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with him.

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[inquisimer]

pspspsps the dragon age community is alive and well and pspspspsps there are so many fandom writers who want to be hype and excite about your ideas and OCs and pspspsps if you are interested in a dragon age fanfic writing community all you have to do is talk to me :3

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[even-if-in-another-time]

okay but there is something so hrnghfhfbfbfbd about the way that the audience’s interpretation of tbdate is part of the narrative itself like. the fixation on the fucking stove. the entire POINT is that it was inevitable the entire POINT is that it was his own growth that both saved and killed him and we KNOW that but we are so so so human because we sit here going “if the stove were just fixed, if he just didn’t leave, if if if” as if we don’t already know that him leaving the island would have meant him never living. fucking crazy man.

#literally finished this terrible horrible beautiful awful book a solid uh. 45 minutes ago #and have spent those 45 minutes scrolling through the tbdate tag. in typical mateo fashion #i am going to go fucking feral #the stove. the FUCKING stove THE GENIUS OF IT DO UOU GET IT. THE WAY THAT IT WAS A COMPLETELY EVEN COMBINATION OF HIS ADVENTUROUSNESS AND #HIS URGE TO STAY INSIDE AND HIS URGE TO BE KIND AND LOVE AND LOVE AND LOVE THAT KILLED HIM. NOTHING HE COULD DO COULD SAVE HIM DO YOU #GET IT. DO YOU GET IT #T H A T is how you fucking write doomed by the narrative #god the more i think about this book the more i want to. fbdjdbfndhjfjfjdjdjsjdidjekfhdjshfojdfbfj #tbdate spoilers #tbdate #they both die at the end

[crumbleclub]

hmm.

the afton kids having complicated methods of hiding information or contraband from william.

#especially true for family business au but he def goes thru their stuff in canon as well #he has all those cameras for fuck's sake #forget a journal with a lock. elizabeth in particular probably goes to the library and finds ways to encode information #so that it looks entirely innocent. like in drawings even #mike and evan def hide stuff too but my take on libby is that she's a kid genius so she's prob the most sophisticated #evan probably has the best hiding places for himself and mike hides objects more #i can also see him being a visual learner who has to draw and write to figure out ideas #but if he didn't want william to see he'd do it by scratching in the dirt or with soap on a window or smth he could easily wash away later #fnaf #cw abuse #afton siblings #afton kids #michael afton #evan afton #cc afton #elizabeth afton #william afton

[saintchaser]

Mary groaned, taking out a long drag from the cigarette. She shivered against the cold wall, her back pressed against it.

“D’you want my jacket?” Sirius asked, and she accepted it gratefully.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m too much,” Mary admitted, letting her bead fall against the wall.

“How come?”

“My friends make fun of me for putting effort into the way I dress and act and when I talk about you. They say you’re just some fucking guy.” She stubbed the cigarette against the heel of her shoe, and flicked her pack open.

Sirius leaned forward to her and, with a snap of his fingers, lit up their cigarettes. “Well, that’s stupid, you should dress up as cute as you want to. And just some guy?” He laughs around the cylinder, a cheeky and arrogant sort of thing.

“Yeah, apparently. Something along the lines of you’re too much trouble, not my fault Lily likes goody two shoes. And Marlene’s being weird about it for no reason too.”

“She’s glaring at us the same way Remus is.” Sirius looked at her from the corner of his eye. “I don’t know what their fucking deal is, honestly.”

“I think Remus might be, like, into you?” Mary kicked her feet on Sirius’ lap, who snorted inelegantly.

“Yeah, right, and I snogged James under the Quidditch stands last night.”

“Sirius!” Mary exclaimed. “Hear me out! We were the best of friends, and suddenly he’s not talking anymore, since guess when? Since we got together! Isn’t that weird? And, to add to the suspicion, when we threw that party for your birthday, he was glaring at us dancing.”

“He might have a crush on you?” Sirius tried, throwing his hands up. “I don’t know, doll. But if he has a crush on me, that means Marlene’s into you, isn’t that right?”

“Ugh,” Mary groaned. “That’s too much to think about, really. Why does everything have to be so complicated?”

“You know what isn’t complicated, though?” Sirius grinned, leaning forward to her, their noses touching.

“What?” She smiled back, closing the distance between them as much as possible without their mouths pressing together.

“Snogging.”

“How do you always find the best solution?” Mary asked, looping her arms around Sirius’ neck and grinning against his lips.

#guys i love wolfstar but at the same time hear me out #these two are cute #also nai came up with a name for them that is genius an absolute fucking banger (saintstar) #SO #sirius black #mary macdonald #saintstar #my writing