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yardsards · 2 months
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people have brought up the difference between "this piece of media is good" vs "i like this piece of media". i would also like to mention the third axis "i would easily recommend this piece of media to others"
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months
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Collection of edits from this comic with Disco Elysium dialogue.
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ghosttotheparty · 7 months
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a mess of holy things (preview) cw: (soft) dom/sub; mentions of god & church; nsfw
“You’ve ruined my spirit,” Steve giggles, dodging Eddie’s hand as it whips out to tap his cheek. “Defiled my soul!”
“Don’t say it like that,” Eddie laughs, snatching a pillow up and hitting Steve with it as Steve laughs, trying to catch it. “Like I’ve corrupted you.”
The word does something to Steve, who falters as he grabs the pillow from Eddie and hits him back. Eddie hides his face, laughing in that way he does, his nose scrunched, eyes squeezed shut. Steve looks at him, hesitating. 
“...What if I’m… Like. Into that?” 
Eddie looks at him, flicking his hair back and raising his eyebrows. Steve’s face flushes with embarrassment, but it fades after a moment when Eddie reaches for the pillow and tosses it aside, pushing Steve back against the armrest of the sofa gently, leaning over him. 
“Well, in that case,” he says slyly, smoothly, leaning down to kiss Steve’s lips chastely. Steve’s chin tilts up, and his eyes flutter for a brief moment. He looks up to find Eddie gazing down at him, eyes shining, lips curved into a small, soft smile, and after another moment Eddie kisses him again, his hand lifting to hold the side of Steve’s face as their lips part. Steve reaches to hold his waist, fingers tightening on the fabric of his shirt.
They’re both panting when they part, lips wet, and Steve opens his eyes to look at him.
“You like that I fucked you up?” Eddie asks softly, and Steve squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, nodding. 
“Yeah,” he says breathlessly. “Yes.”
Eddie smiles at him, caressing his face. 
“I want…” Steve trails off, eyes trained on Eddie’s lips, his heart pounding. Eddie nudges their noses together, still smiling. 
“What do you want, baby boy?” he whispers. “Tell me.”
“I…” Steve shifts, and Eddie lets him sit up, leaning back to sit across from him. Steve looks at the sofa between them, his fingers tangling anxiously. “I want…” He takes a short breath, closing his eyes as he exhales, finding his words. 
“I wanna belong to you,” he says slowly, still looking down, “the way… the— the Church thinks I belong to them.” He pauses, biting his lip, cheeks hot. “That doesn’t make any sense,” he mutters almost to himself, but Eddie interrupts before he can apologize. 
“That makes sense,” he says, his voice light, gentle and quiet. “...Look at me.”
Steve is helpless to obey, lifting his gaze to meet Eddie’s, throat suddenly tight, and Eddie’s expression is soft, head tilted. He reaches out to touch Steve’s cheek, running his fingertips down to his chin to lift it as he leans in to kiss him softly. Steve melts into it, shoulders slumping. 
“You know you don’t have to be ashamed of what you want from me,” Eddie says gently, still holding Steve’s chin. “Right?”
“Yes, sir,” Steve says weakly. Eddie’s smile widens a little. 
“Good boy,” he murmurs. “Now look at me,” he says more firmly. “And tell me what you want.”
His hand falls. 
Steve’s eyes flick back and forth between Eddie’s, and he takes a deep, slow breath, pausing for a moment. His fingers are still tangled in his lap, and he wants to reach out and hold Eddie’s hand, but he can’t make himself reach out to him. 
“I w—” His voice cuts off, and he looks away as he swallows nervously before he meets Eddie’s eyes again. He sees the brief shine of approval in Eddie’s expression, a slight smile and a nod. “I want you to… to remind me that I’m yours.”
He takes another breath, and Eddie waits. 
“And no one else’s,” Steve adds, his voice soft and weak. “…Not even God’s.”
Eddie blinks at him, quiet. 
Steve’s heart is beating so fast it might jump out of his chest, and he can’t really catch his breath, even when he inhales slowly and deeply, it’s like his lungs don’t quite fill all the way. After a moment he realizes Eddie’s eyes are shining like he might start crying, and Steve’s chest tightens even more, aching as he leans a little bit closer, longing to reach out and touch him. 
Eddie beats him to it, hands raising to Steve’s face, holding his cheeks as he leans in and kisses him hard, their mouth crashing together as Steve gasps. It’s a lingering kiss, softening after a moment, and Steve finally touches him, lifting a hand to hold his wrist. 
Eddie presses their foreheads together when they part, breathing hard, and then he lifts his head, looking at Steve. His eyes are still shiny. 
“I want you to go to my room,” he says quietly, firmly, “and get naked. And I want you to wait for me. I’ll be there in a minute, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” Steve breathes, eyes falling to Eddie’s lips as his brain fuzzes. Eddie smiles softly, kissing him again before he lets his hands fall. 
“Go on,” Eddie says, lifting his chin in the direction of the door, and Steve exhales, leaning in to kiss him one more time before he stands shakily and leaves the room. 
His hands shake as he lifts his shirt over his head and folds it before setting it on Eddie’s desk chair. His chest still feels tight, but he can still feel Eddie’s lips on his, Eddie’s hands on his face, Eddie’s whispers ghosting over his skin. And it all makes him feel better. Makes him feel like God isn’t glaring down at him. Makes him feel right. 
He shivers when he’s bare, making sure his clothes stay on the chair before he looks around the room, pausing, unsure of where he should wait. He eyes the bed for a moment; it’s made neatly, the blankets smooth, pillows organized, but after a second his gaze falls to the floor next to it. 
He kneels. 
The wood makes his knees ache, but he sighs in relief, closing his eyes, hands folding over his lap as he waits for Eddie. The skin of his thighs is warmer than his fingertips. 
He opens his eyes when he hears the floor creak outside the bedroom door, a slight shift in weight, and Eddie is coming in, eyes trained on Steve. His hair is tied up now, and his sleeves are pushed up to reveal his inked forearms, and Steve feels his blood rush. Eddie closes the door behind himself like they need privacy from the rest of the apartment, and something about the way he does it makes Steve’s head feel too light for his neck. He exhales slowly, lifting his chin to look up at Eddie as he approaches him. 
Eddie touches his face, holding his chin, sighing softly. 
“Did so well waiting for me,” he murmurs. 
“I like being good for you,” Steve says without thinking, his voice slow and sleepy. Eddie smiles down at him, and then he’s moving down to the floor, kneeling in front of Steve, their knees touching. 
“I know,” he whispers. “‘S why you’re my good boy, right?” Steve is nodding before the last word is even out of Eddie’s mouth, and Eddie’s smile widens, his eyes sparkling. “Always so perfect,” he adds, murmuring, his hands touching Steve’s face. Steve’s eyes close. 
They open when Eddie’s hands disappear from his face, desperately looking for him even though he’s right in front of him. Eddie is pulling off his flannel, eyes downcast, and his shirt rides up his stomach a little bit as he reaches up to set the flannel on the bed. Steve’s eyes get stuck there, gazing at the strip of pale skin, at the whisper of dark hair and the tiny bit of visible ink, and then Eddie’s shirt falls again, hiding it. Steve’s eyes fall to Eddie’s lap, to the bulge under his jeans. His face flushes with heat, with want and something he can’t name. 
He swallows when he finally lifts his gaze to meet Eddie’s. Eddie is looking at him, half-smiling, and Steve feels even more bare than he is. He can’t hide the way Eddie is affecting him, not when he’s naked like this. And Eddie’s eyes keep scanning his body, sliding over his spotted skin like he wants to eat it. (Steve would let him probably. Eddie tends to make him feel a little crazy.) His eyes linger on Steve’s lap, and Steve’s cheeks burn with shame. 
Eddie’s smile grows and he moves close. Reaches to touch Steve’s face with a feather-light touch that makes Steve close his eyes, makes him turn his face into Eddie’s hand. But Eddie’s hand doesn’t linger, slipping over his throat teasingly, over his neck, to the back of his head, where it buries itself in Steve’s hair and tightens. Steve’s breath catches in his throat as Eddie pulls gently. Steve’s vision blurs when he opens his eyes, looking at Eddie’s face longingly as Eddie leans closer.
His voice is quiet, dangerous, tender, when he whispers, his breath on Steve’s face. 
“Do I tempt you, Steve Harrington?”
And Steve nods dumbly, eyes stuck on Eddie’s mouth, lips parted. 
“Yes. I…” He shivers when Eddie traces a line over his jaw with his other hand, then a line on his cheek, connecting two moles that Steve knows are there, that he knows Eddie looks at a lot. “I want you.”
Eddie leans closer, and their lips brush, and Steve keens, closing his eyes as he aches with it, with the desire. It’s in his bones, hot and molten, making him melt against Eddie’s body, falling against his chest, and Steve knows his own heart is pounding, but now he knows Eddie’s is too, and he suppresses a smile when their lips brush again. Eddie’s fingers tighten in his hair. It hurts. But Steve just sighs, lifting his head into Eddie’s hand, and the next words that come from his throat are weak and breathy and fucking desperate.
“I need you.”
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Steve is from a small town; less than 3,000 people, and he's been lonely all his life. When he leaves for college, his parents warn him against the heathens of the rest of the world, but his eyes find someone interesting, someone his parents would hate, hide from, pray for. And Steve finds that he can't really bring himself to care what they'd think. As his faith fades, so does his loneliness, and something else takes their place.
permanent taglist: @estrellami-1 @theplantscientist <3 (comment to be added to permanent taglist or taglist for this specific fic when i start posting it)
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thevioletcaptain · 25 days
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So I've been quiet on here a lot longer than planned.
The reasons are many. The reasons are varied.
The reasons are mostly fucking horrible.
Under a cut because it's long. Check tags for content warnings.
First was the expected absence: my parents came to visit me in Los Angeles over my birthday, so I spent the first half of October showing them around whenever I wasn't working a shift at my shitty department store day-job, or in class at UCLA.
Then, almost immediately after they went back to Australia, I got a second job working as a personal assistant for a composer. This was (and is) an extremely fun and rewarding job, but meant having one more thing on my weekly schedule, which was an adjustment.
Given that until halfway through last year, I'd been out of work since I immigrated in 2019, it took a while for me to get used to having so many concurrent responsibilities, and I'd just started to get a handle on things when I got sick right before the holidays. I took many covid tests -- all negative -- and eventually determined that it was just last year's strain of flu, which I hadn't managed to find time to get the shot for due to the aforementioned super busy schedule. I'm almost positive it was thanks to a particular customer at the aforementioned shitty department store job who coughed hard enough in my direction for their germs to get through my n95.
Anyway, last year's flu was a monster, and I spent a week in bed with a fever, then several more weeks being utterly drained and with a horrendous cough to match. It took a full month for me to recover, and then in mid-January, almost as soon as I started to catch up on all the things that had fallen behind while I was sick, things got bad, then good, then worse, then better, then much, much, much worse.
Basically, it starts with my dad being diagnosed with prostate cancer. He'd told me in October when they came to see me, but the surgery was scheduled for the tail end of January.
The surgery happened on a Monday, and it was a complete success. They got it all in one go. No chemo or radiation or further treatment needed at all. I spoke to him on the phone after he woke up, and he was in good spirits. Happy to have been given the all clear by his doctors.
I told him to watch Star Trek: Strange New Worlds & Evil while he rested up at home, because I'm writing specs for both this year and wanted him to be able to read them and know what was going on. He's the one who got me into sci-fi and horror, after all.
He went home.
He was home for two days.
He started feeling a bit rough on the Thursday. Short of breath. No appetite. Mum took him back to the hospital, just to be safe.
Turns out he'd had a mild heart attack. They couldn't figure out why. The echocardiogram didn't show any issues with his heart.
Then over the next couple of days, his breathing got worse. They took a scan of his lungs, and found that they were extremely inflamed. They'd given him covid tests but they came back negative. We told them about a work accident he had about 20 years ago, where a switchboard he'd been working on exploded in his face, and he'd suffered from inhalation burns among other things.
They thought that maybe something during the prostate surgery had caused irritation in his already damaged lungs, which put stress on his heart and caused the mild heart attack. He's never had any issues with his lungs since that accident, but they thought that maybe he'd just adapted to the damage over the years without realizing.
They kept trying different treatments to help his lungs heal. Nothing seemed to work. His breathing kept getting worse. They had him on as much oxygen as possible without intubating him, but it wasn't enough, so over that weekend they decided that they'd need to move him to another hospital with a more specialized lung unit.
When they were preparing to do that on the Monday night, he crashed. Another heart attack. Bigger, this time. They intubated him. Sedated him. Called my mum and told her to come in right away because things looked so bad.
But then he rallied. By the morning, though he was still sedated and intubated, the doctors were confident that with the right treatment at the specialized lung unit at the other hospital, he'd be okay. He was still in a rough condition, but stable. They transferred him to the other hospital.
He was given another covid test. This one came back positive.
My mum and brother called me once it was a reasonable time in Los Angeles to let me know what was going on, and the next day my brother booked me a flight back to Australia. I had to leave for the airport about five hours after my ticket was booked.
I got to Melbourne on February 1st.
For the next two weeks, dad was intubated, sedated, and in an isolation room. Every few days, they scanned his lungs again, and they were slowly improving.
Finally, he stopped testing positive, and was moved to a regular room in the ICU. Then he healed enough for them to extubate him and wake him up.
On February 13th, he was conscious enough to squeeze my hand when we went in to see him. On February 14th, he was conscious and capable of talking enough to ask a nurse in his ward to bring him his phone, and called mum first thing in the morning to wish her a happy Valentines Day.
Two days later, on Friday 16th, his lungs looked good enough on scans that they felt it was safe to do an angiogram, which they wanted to do just to double check that there weren't any issues with his heart that they missed with the echo.
They did the test. They found massive blockages. 90% blockage in one artery; significant blockages in two others.
Even though he'd barely recovered from covid, the blockages were bad enough that they scheduled him for open heart surgery on Monday 19th. They said without surgery there was a 100% chance that the blockages would cause another massive heart attack that he would not survive. They said there was about a 20% chance that he'd have complications, but only about 4% that they'd be serious/life threatening.
Like before, the surgery went well. Triple bypass, in the end. We got a call late on Monday afternoon to say that he was in recovery and looking good. His heart was functioning perfectly. They'd bring him out of sedation that night. Keep him in the ICU one or two days just as the standard post-op procedure. He'd spend a week or so in a cardiac ward after that, then head to a physical rehab ward for a couple of weeks until he could build back the muscle mass he'd lost while sedated.
We went in to see him the next day. Tuesday 20th. His 66th birthday.
He was tired, but looked good. Color in his cheeks. He made a couple of jokes. We left after about 45 minutes because he was pretty worn out, and we wanted to let him get some rest.
But then after, that his breathing started to get bad again. By Wednesday morning, they'd switched out the oxygen prongs in his nose for a big, high-pressure mask again. They called to let us know they were going to intubate him again so he could rest while his lungs recovered a bit more.
They struggled to get the tube in.
His lungs were deteriorating badly. He kept getting worse. We couldn't go in to see him because they were working on him all day.
At 9pm we got a call to say that he was just getting worse. They had him on 100% oxygen. He just wasn't absorbing it. His entire body was under massive strain. They were doing everything they could, but he just wasn't improving.
They said we should go in right away.
We got there by 10pm. My brother and his wife arrived about the same time. We went in to see him. He didn't look good. He looked pale. But he was warm, and he'd come back from the brink before, and we were sure he could do it again. We stayed with him for about an hour, and left not long after 11pm. Went back to my brother's place because they live closer to the hospital.
We were there about half an hour before they called us again. Just after midnight. He was gone.
That was about a week and a half ago, now. It still doesn't feel real. He was only 66. He hadn't even retired yet. He was working full time up until the week before Christmas, and had planned on going back to work a few days a week after he'd recovered from surgery. He never had any heart trouble, or lung trouble. He was active. He was fine.
My wife Zel and her mom flew in a couple of days after it happened. I barely remember anything from the past two weeks. Everything just feels fake.
I've been trying to write something to say at the funeral, which we've finally been able to arrange for next week -- it was delayed because we had to wait for dad to be released by the coroner. I don't think I'll be able to do it.
Anyway. That's where I've been.
It'll probably be a little while longer before I'm around here much, let alone posting with any regularity, because I'll be in Australia helping my mum & and my brother sort everything out. I have no idea how long I'll be dealing with stuff, or when I'll be able to make words cooperate enough to post anything, but I'll be back eventually.
I'm trying to keep an eye on Discord (I'm violetmatter over there) so you can find me there if you want. But yeah, I just wanted to let you guys know why I've been so quiet.
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zagreuses-toast · 5 months
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very intrigued by baru cormorant. what's it about?
The world's most lesbian autistic accountant decides the only way to destroy the eugenicist colonizers that took over her homeland and killed one of her father's is to gain power within the system and bring it down by its own methods. It's very hard fantasy, with only ambiguous fantastical elements, more focused on social and economic elements of a fictional trade empire. It's got some of the greatest world and character building I've ever read, and having read the third book finally I can safely say that while it's grimdark and pulls no punches, it isn't relentlessly hopeless or painful. If you liked the locked tomb series you might like the plot structure, although they are very different tone wise
Also it contains some really great exploration of queerness both within cultures that normalize it, within cultures that forbid it, and within cultures that have their own gender and sexuality rules that are restrictive in their own way, not just cis-het supremacy. Also the love of my life Tau Indi Bosoka, federal prince of Oriati Mbo and nonbinary icon
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icyheart-and-friends · 6 months
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Please, for the love of gods, allow yourself to consume content/media uncritically
You can be aware of issues a show/game/movie/etc has but you don't need to be aware of it *all* the time, you shouldn't have to justify yourself liking it every time you go to talk about it.
You shouldn't have to feel like you're the worst person in the world just because you like something that happens to have problematic stuff in it.
And you're setting yourself up for failure if you go into something immediately looking for all of the bad in it, you're setting yourself up to be unable to enjoy it! And if you do manage to enjoy it it'll likely just feel wrong because of that!
I'm begging y'all not to consume *everything* critically and to sometimes enjoy things uncritically.
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schroedingerskhoshekh · 3 months
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Bones may be a 2005 FBI show that aired on Fox but it is also just one of the best shows. Yeah one of the protagonists is a catholic army sniper cop but he doesn't matter the autistic novelist/scientist and her nerd crew that matter. It has both the wildest fake science ever and the most fascinating real science. One of the main supporting characters is canonically and openly bisexual and her dad is ZZ Top. It's the nastiest show I've ever watched, but it's not gore for gore's sake, it's practical gore.
It had an episode about a hateful megachurch pastor who faked her own death so she could move to a tiny island and transition into the woman she was meant to be, where she found love and support and changed her views. That same episode has the annoying cop being like "trans is a sin why would you go against what god made you" and it was rebutted with "transition is the singular most spiritual experience one can have and god wanted you to find happiness in the change" (which honestly made me cry it was such a beautiful sentiment).
It's also the fact that the lead is heavily autistic-coded but she is not only a very complex and well-developed woman, she is open with her sexuality (while to this day media still equates autism to sexlessness, Temperance Brennan never shied away from her sexual needs)
It also has David Boreanaz truly living in his acting lessons he got for Buffy
TL;DR Bones is a flawed show but also surprisingly progressive in a way that shocked and delighted me, and it was anything but cookie-cutter FBI drama trash.
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susielesbianism · 2 months
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Been watching people play Home Safety Hotline recently and oh my god y’all please fuckinng play it it’s so good
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kairukitsuneo · 3 months
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⚠️⚠️⚠️Major character death, Heavy Angst⚠️⚠️⚠️
A TFA short story about Alpha Trion coping with the time where Ultra Magnus didn't survive the trauma.
☾ ⋆*・゚:⋆*・゚☾ ⋆*・゚:⋆*・゚☾ ⋆*・゚:⋆*・゚☾ ⋆*・゚:⋆*・゚
The Autobots has created a statue as a memorial of their great leader and hero, Ultra Magnus, who unfortunately didn't survive the trauma left by that hateful spy Shockwave. Everyone would come by the statue and mourn for their leader, sending tribute cyberflower and praying for the future of Autobots to be filled with peace and victory.
Most visitors have left Cybertron Square to retire for the night. Only one small red and purple figure still leaned against the foot of the statue. His optics dimmed with peace. It would have looked like he had accidentally fallen asleep while admiring the statue, if not for the visible tears line that has long dry up from his face. He was mourning for the death of his comrade, a friend, even lover.
Alpha Trion remembered how he stayed up near the berth of his ill-ridden lover, wishing comfort and peace for his dear Ultra Magnus. The latter would smile lovingly, although pain still coarsed through his frame.
"Don't worry, my sweetspark. I'll be okay after a few cycle of rest."
Liar.
*✧・゚: *✧・゚:
"Alpha Trion? Sir... it's time to go..."
Alpha Trion jumped as he woke from his recollection, "Oh yes.... just.. let me stay here for a little while."
"Sir, you need to rest, you have been... been here for the whole mega-cycle(day)."
"It's has been that long?" Alpha Trion shaken up a bit, surveyed his surroundings to realise the sky has already darkened.
Alpha Trion thanked the guard as they continued their patrol. The older mech looked up at his lover's face, the mirror image of Ultra Magnus oversee the path ahead, brightened with determination, but he won't be able to look at Alpha's way ever again.
With one last look, the lone shadow finally stood up and dragged along his sadness back into his quarters.
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omgpurplefattie · 3 months
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When Di Feisheng took his revenge on the old man at Di Fortress, he accidentally freed all the current little assassins-in-training, but wanted nothing to do with them. Fang Duobing involved his mother and her resources from Tianji Hall, who found sects and trades for all the children -- except three who seem too broken to hand over to other sects or masters. Zhan Yunfei and He Xiaofeng try to take responsibility for them, but it's not that easy.
When Di Feisheng first comes to Tianji Hall post-canon, he realizes nobody can talk sense to these kids except him, so he takes the kids under his wing, professing to hate every moment of it. However, it seems to be working -- until the morning of the second Qingming festival after Li Lianhua's death, when suddenly, dramatically and catastrophically, things go wrong.
Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing have to deal with the consequences -- for the children, for the He family, for themselves.
Many thanks to @lyselkatz for cheering-on and help with this fic! 💜
@deepbluewithyellow -- here is the fic I mentioned when you asked for DFS centric recs. Enjoy!
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red-n-stuff · 10 months
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It’s sad boi hours so here we go with a headcannon for y’all, it’s pretty heavy so it’s under here. 👇
(Heed the tags folks)
CW: Mentioned Character Death, Character Aging, extestentialism of a vampire, suggested Romeo/Julietting (if you get the drift on that)
Sam takes every single moment he has with darlin and treasures it.
If there’s one thing he’s learned through the time he’s spent immortal, it’s the fact that delicate, lovely beautiful things die much too quickly.
His wolf is no exception.
As he closes his eyes and feels their breath under his hands as they sleep, and memorizes the lines of their face, he asks himself what comes after them. Wonders if there ever will be an after them. He can’t picture it, going back to an empty home and silent mornings.
He knows he has so much time left with them- the dawn of their first year together just barley creating the hill of what he dreams to be many, many fulfilling years. He treasures each moment- is thankful for every gift…but that doesn’t change the fact that one day he’s going to watch their hair turn grey- he’s going to watch their body fail them and he’s going to have to say goodbye and with how quickly the years have hurtled past him since his turning, he knows the cruel March of time will strip him bare again.
He has always been an over thinker- and This thought settles in the back of his mind and ossifies. Rising to the surface when he watches Vincent and his partner chase each-other through the trees, or when darlin gets sick, or when another brush of violence just creeps too close for comfort.
He holds them close while they sleep, and wonders what the world looks like for them in ten years time.
He couldn’t imagine asking them for their eternity- it’s hard to picture them without their shifting magic, but he couldn’t dream of a world without them. Would they want that? Would he? When he so steadfastly balked at the blood-drinking eternity staring back at him, could he really want that for the single person he loved more than anyone in the whole world?
Never again to run in the sun, or feel the wind on their fur? That didn’t feel much like his darlin. His sunlight.
Maybe, he thinks as he combs his fingers through their hair, it’s hard to know what they’d do. They were unpredictable- and always had a way of surprising him. And the future was so frought with unknowns it would be impossible to make a concrete decision now.
But maybe, one day, when his wolf was no longer there to hold, he’d stay up to watch the sunrise. Just one more time.
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laurzzz · 3 months
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RSCB (Celebrity AU) - CHAPTER 2: Shooting Star
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Word Count: 10.1k+
Chapter Summary:
As you watch the music video, and deeply listen to the lyrics for the first time, your enthusiasm starts to dim. The song features heart break between a couple where the story favors Moon. The lyrics paint you in a negative light through Circus Baby, as if you’re a cruel and heartless monster. That does not sit well with you in the slightest. “Is that really what you think of me? A flaky bitch that doesn’t know what they want and just does fucking whatever?”, you grate out, eyes still fixed on the ongoing video. Your eyebrows heavily lowering from their high up spot.
A/N:
Just going to throw it out there that this chapter immediately starts with spice—I blame my music taste for setting the scenes in my head. Also it will start to get a bit meta from here on as I’ll be referencing a fic I wrote for a different AU of mine (Robo-Boyfriends AU) and even another AU within the DCA fandom (Sleuth Jesters — thanks to Naff for giving me permission as well!) Robo-Boyfriends AU fic can be found HERE! While Sleuth Jesters by @naffeclipse can be found HERE! Also the Detective Designs for the DCA in Sleuth Jesters are made by @/sunnys-aesthetic on Tumblr! Although the designs won’t actually be featured until the next chapter but anyhow that's all, please read the tags and enjoy. Not beta-read, we die like Y/N’s hope for genuineness. All mistakes are on me. Chapter Warnings: Spice, Angst, Heavy Swearing, Jealousy, Verbal Fighting, Infidelity Mention, Emotional Distress, Implied Manipulation
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xsunnysoftx · 28 days
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im gonna start talking about some kia lore at random points to flush out his character. angst/heavy topics under the cut.
tw: for heavy terms/doctory stuff readers please be aware of what ur reading. there is topics of panic attacks and so on. please be mindful this is canonical story lore and is pretty uncharacteristic for my blog, but i like talking about the not so "sunnny side" (ahaha see what i did there?) of kia.
you have been warned.
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X Darkhart X that's the tag ill be using for more personal in depth, angsty and that of the sort. heavy topics will be discussed on that tag. so if your sensitive to that sort of content, please make sure to block that tag and keep yourself safe <333
Something i dont think alot of people know. kia is deathly afraid of doctors funny enough.
kias deathly afraid of doctors. if hes gotta go in for something? hes gonna hella have a panic attack. needles? he faints. blood, he gets violently sick. even a paper cut has him dizzy and panicked. tubes and viles of shit freak him out. hospital beds terrify him. if hes even restrained in the slightest he will go into a full on 100% panic attack and probably run. am i self projecting. maybe which is funny. kia uses healing magic for everything. however cant use it on himself. hes very much like a pediatric doctor for everyone. very animated, goofy and silly to make sure that whoever hes helping he doesnt spook. when it comes to adults he makes conversation or puts on music to keep their mind off things even tho if it was him in that place? mans is gone. you aint catchin him.
i love kia so much. i like talking about more in depths of his character OUTSIDE of tk related stuff. its all fine and dandy. i love it. but i like the angstier side of kia as well that no know knows about.
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deeva-arud · 3 months
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Boo!
I'm the paranormal activity on your dash :]
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clangenrising · 4 months
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mxwhore · 7 months
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hm! this safehouse comic might be too heavy
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