#likes/reblogs much apprecaited!!!

[stomach-bugg09]

hi this is my first time requesting🫶🏼🫶🏼

how about reader getting taken by the sky people and just angst and fluff with neteyam trying to get her back from them

summary: [y/n] is with lo’ak, kiri, spider, and tuk when the avatars first attack. after saving the life of tuk, [y/n] is taken by quaritch along with the human boy, allowing an adventure that she never could have imagined. what happens when she is finally reunited with her love?

a/n: oh my goodness , this has been sitting in my inbox for what seems like a billion years—i am so so sorry for taking this long to get to it. i hope you enjoy !! it’s a little bit of angst in the beginning , but the original atwow plot has been changed because i cannot afford anymore tears over neteyam’s death. also , i literally do not remember how this scene goes , so if it’s inaccurate , whoopsies !! feedback + reblogs are always apprecaited !!

tags: @pinkhotdogsfr @wxnderingthoughts @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @itssiaaax @grierpilots @fleurbeass @hjkshshjkhklhkl

warnings: fighting , blood , guns , spider being a good person , being friends with spider , mentions of death

words: 2.4k

he is my home

[y/n] often wonders to herself, how long has it been? she’s seen the vast world of pandora, more of it than she could ever have imagined, and yet she cannot find any happiness within herself for the journey. the only thing she can focus on is whether or not the sully family is okay, specifically recalling the longing face of her love before she was grabbed by one of the avatars.

it’d been so long, she questioned whether or not the face that she remembered, the face that she dreamed about, was truly him. what details was she missing? was that truly his smile?

at first, she had hope. maybe she would be able to fact check sooner rather than later. but, she eventually got to a point where all faith dissipated. all she had was the desire of just being released from the hold of the avatars.

[y/n] could still feel the way her body trembled when she was first brought to the base. where was she? where was neteyam?

[y/n] could still feel the way her head spun and her stomach twisted as they tortured her for information. “ke omum oel teyngta,” she screamed. over and over again.

she owed her life to spider, as much as it pained her to say. just months ago, she would’ve hated the way she now adored the human boy. she used to hate him—the way that he acted like he was one of them. and now, he became the reason that she still breathed.

[y/n] was not an idiot. she knew that quaritch wanted to kill her once she was determined useless. but, spider socorro had leverage as his son, claiming that he would only help his father if and only if they kept [y/n] alive and allow her to accompany them.

despite their agreement, spider did not make it easy when attempting to help the humans. [y/n] followed along blindly, silent at all times. the only time she showed any sign of emotion was when they returned to the forest for the avatars’ ikrans.

spider often acted as a translator between the parties, [y/n] having not grown up knowing the sky-people language. when they demanded directions, spider was the one to relay that [y/n] had no idea, although they got to a point that each avatar was very familiar with the na’vi words, “ke omum oel teyngta” because of how often she said it.

now, [y/n] could not believe where she stood.

the ship beneath her feet rocked back and forth, the motion making her stomach sick. she clutched the rail desperately, stomach lurching as she held her head over the edge just in case.

spider grimaced. “are you okay?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“never been better.” [y/n]’s tone was dark, dry.

it only caused him to swallow in defeat, her new changed personality directly opposing the type of person that she used to be. he recalled the way her eyes lit up at the nature of eywa, the way her laugh echoed across a room, the way she smiled when she was with neteyam. the memories were harsh, and they stung more than anything. but, they also kept spider motivated to save [y/n], to get her back to neteyam wherever he may be.

[y/n] felt particularly wounded thanks to the events of the past week. the gruesome choices that the rda kept making… it was sickening. her stomach churned even more as she recalled the way the sea na’vi screamed as fire lit their homes. the way they looked at her, eyes desperate to help protect their families.

[y/n] cried, the avatars holding both her and spider back. she had never wanted to kill the socorro boy’s father more, but she could not. she no longer had any sense of advantage, especially not in a territory that she was unfamiliar with.

not only did they torture innocent na’vi, but they terrorized the entire sea. tears pricked her eyes once she remembered the image of the dead tulkun and her calf floating in the water, blood swirling with each wave.

and now she stood there, helpless in the middle of the sea. the only thing roaming her head were the questions, are the sullys here? are they alive? are they safe?

“do you think they’re on one of the islands?” she found herself asking spider after a few beats of silence, her voice hushed.

the human boy swallowed, shaking his head. “i guess we technically have no way of knowing, but based on the way that quaritch is so adamant…” he trailed, inhaling slowly. the silence spoke for itself.

“i wish we could warn them.” her voice was rough, clearly not used to speaking based on her depressed silence for the past few months.

spider backed away from the rail, hands going to his face in order to adjust his mask. “if there was a way…” he only shook his head.

“i know.”

it was the yelling of the sky-people that brought the two adolescents back to reality. [y/n]’s eyes wandered the ship, watching as humans run across the deck. their voices carried in the wind, another language ripped from their throats.

“what are they saying?” [y/n] demanded, falling back from the rail. “what is happening?” spider’s heart panged at the concern held in the na’vi’s eyes.

“i—” he stuttered, regaining his balance as the ship lurched—”i don’t know.”

both of them cried out in rage as avatar hands gripped them by the shoulders, immobilizing them from running. “you’re coming with us.”

although [y/n] didn’t understand, she was smart enough to recognize that tone, and that tone meant obey. that was the tone she’d been dealing with for months. obey or die.

[y/n] cried out as the avatar gripped her braid, tears filling her eyes at the sharp pain. her hands immediately attempted to go to his wrist, but another avatar was quick to grab her arms and shackle them behind her back.

“spider!” she yelled, unable to see the boy.

“i am here!” relief flooded her body. “i am right behind you, just—” he grunted—”just keep moving.”

unfortunately, she had to do just that. there was nothing that she could do after months of lacking food, lacking water, and lacking training to fight them off. not when they held guns in their hands.

a grunt left [y/n]’s throat as she was shoved into the room with humans. there was a mass amount of colorful buttons, glass windows allowing her to see out onto the water. she gasped at the impact that shocks her back when she was shoved into some sort of desk.

she immediately crumpled, unable to stay upright any longer. weakly, she lifted her head just in time to watch spider receive the same treatment.

the boy was quick to help her up, allowing her lean against him as she adjusted her body to the new bruise that was forming in the middle of her back. she groaned at the pain, but it was nothing she hadn’t dealt with before.

as she looks around at their surroundings, eyes gauging new exits, entrances, weaknesses, and flaws, her visual scan is cut short by the view outside the window. “spider.”

"what?” he panicked at her low tone.

“look.” his eyes followed her hand, only to be greeted with the sight of a fleet of na’vi. they arrived in all different forms, each riding their own creature through the waters except for a familiar female that reigned the skies.

“no way,” he muttered, jaw dropping just the slightest.

he took a step forward, but at the motion, every human went rigid, guns raised. he raised his eyebrows at that, arms going up in mock defense. “just taking a look, folks.” his voice was quiet and sarcastic, going on his toes to take a peek.

“is that..?” [y/n] trailed, now recognizing three familiar figures that are cuffed to the rail that they’d been standing by just minutes before.

“aw, shit.”

it didn’t take long for the scene to escalate. panic rose and fell in [y/n]’s chest as she watched jake sully nearly sacrifice himself, but the beautiful sight of a tulkun leads hope to flood her chest.

it was the attack of the creature that sent everything skyrocketing. while the na’vi of the sea attacked the ship, [y/n] and spider took it as a chance to attack from the inside out.

despite being in bonds, [y/n] could still recall enough training to beat the worst of the soldiers. afterall, they had all the important fighters trying to hold down the fort outside.

it was thanks to spider and his creative use of a fire extinguisher as a weapon that they were free of their captivity inside the room. as the tulkun and na’vi attack from outside, pride panged in [y/n]’s soul that she and spider were successful in attacking from the inside.

once they defeated the last human manning the controls, [y/n] stood there in silence, trying to catch her breath. her arms hung heavy, still tied together. blood leaked from a small wound on her forehead, but she had more of their opponents’ blood that crusted on her fists.

spider and her immediately repositioned themselves defensively at the sound of someone bursting through the door.

it is then that [y/n]’s heart stopped.

“neteyam?”

she could not breath, she could not think. suddenly, she had not a single clue of what was laying outside of their bubble. all she saw was him. for the first time in months, she felt at home again.

she barely recognized as he ran to her, his arms warm as they embraced her figure. the only thing she could remember was the way that she cried into his shoulder. “oh, neteyam.”

neteyam surveyed her body. she was thinner, paler. blood dripped from her forehead, and her wrists were quite rough from rubbing against her shackles. his eyes widened at the sight of the blood that covered her hands.

"it is not mine,” she relayed, voice soft. [y/n] felt his hands holding hers, softly turning them over, but she was not watching that. her eyes would not leave his beautiful face. not after the time it took to see him again.

he laughed. “oh, trust me. i can tell.”

it was lo’ak’s groan that brought them back to reality. “look, i totally understand how this is a really big moment and all, but if we don’t move now, we’ll all die, and you’ll have to finish your reunion in the afterlife.”

“hello to you too, lo’ak.”

they definitely could have made a better plan. you know, a plan that wouldn’t have risked their lives multiple times. but, that was way out of their style! if there was one constant when it came to the sully boys, it was that they were really good at winging it and hoping for the best.

[y/n] felt much better, much freer, now that her hands weren’t contained by a pair of handcuffs. she also felt much better as her fingers did not once leave neteyam’s. they were intertwined for as long as they ran across the deck, not even letting him go when he took the gun from lo’ak. he assured her that he could use his other hand perfectly fine.

she trailed behind him as they sprinted, the exit in sight. [y/n]’s eyes lit up at the image of the water they were about to dive into, longing for freedom from the rda. she could feel spider had the same emotions, especially considering he still had yet to reunite with kiri.

but, of course, despite their very dramatic exit, there would always be flaws. and this one, of course, was life threatening.

the group of kids were on the final sprint, the only goal in mind being to escape. there was nothing to hide behind, nothing to save themselves. oh, no. they were praying to eywa that they would make it out alive.

it was when she saw him, the familiar avatar of wainfleet, and the way he aimed his gun at them, that her heart jumped to her throat. she let every instinct kick in, her feet leaving the ground as she launched herself into neteyam. the couple stumbled behind some sort of metal container.

a gasp left her throat when a bullet pierced the wall right where neteyam would have been if he kept running. the sully boy’s eyes were wide, a prayer to eywa leaving his lips as he watched spider and lo’ak dive into the water where they’d originally been planning.

while neteyam was wrapped up in the problem, [y/n] did not have time to think. instead, she stopped thinking and let her hands work for themselves.

that was the moment she blacked out. neteyam told her that she’d grabbed a stray gun laying on the ground, told her that she’d merely peeked her eyes out before aiming and shooting, told her that she shot him right in the hole of his armor. she was still unsure whether or not she believed him.

[y/n] could only clearly remember the way she stared at the dead avatar, gun warm in her hands. she was wordless, her breathing heavy as she inhaled and exhaled. the loud sound of the gunshot still rung in her ears, neteyam’s words sounding like muffles of noise.

it was only his hand around her wrist that brought her attention back. she swallowed as he pointed to the water, and she only nodded.

the two dove through together, the shocking chill of the salty sea causing her to nearly choke on the water. she sputtered as she resurfaced.

“[y/n]!” neteyam yelled, her ears finally regulating themselves again. “[y/n]!”

she turned, looking at her love. her love. “neteyam!” she swam quickly, finally feeling his embrace once again, although they quickly pulled themselves onto a hard surface at the newfound difficulty of reuniting in water.

before another word could be exchanged, the two kissed. they kissed with more passion than any other kiss before, so much longing and sadness built up. so much worry. tears pricked [y/n]’s eyes.

when they broke apart, she held the back of his head. “neteyam, how i have missed you.”

“i am so happy that you’re alive.” she laughed at his words, leaning her forehead against his chest. “and i am never leaving you again.”

“oh, i wouldn’t dream of it.”

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #neteyam sully #loak sully #sully family x reader #sully family x y/n #tuk sully #tuktirey #sully family #kiri sully #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam #neteyam sully avatar #omaticaya

[skyjynxart]

Emergency Commission Sales

I- don’t know where to begin. 

This started as a vet bill fund, but now the situation is just- so much worse, because when I arrived at work yesterday, I was told I am being let go. They were extremely unclear as to why exactly, but as I live in an at-will state, it doesn’t really matter.

I have no job, a massive vet bill to pay, a wisdom tooth coming in, and a car with no heat going into winter. 

I don’t really know what I’m going to do beyond the immediate coverage of vet bills, because I submitted over 140 applications with no response before I finally heard back from this place- there are just more people looking for jobs than there are jobs remotely near where I live, but I can’t afford to survive, much less move. 

Financial Details: One of my cats has one, possibly two abscessed teeth that need removed. I paid $260 for a vet visit, blood work, and antibiotics. I got the quote for what surgery will cost this morning, and they are estimating between $1,175 - $1,715, depending on if he needs both teeth taken out or just one.

I have been putting off my own wisdom tooth removal while I saved up for it, because it will cost $1,100

I don’t know how much it will cost to fix the heat in my car for winter.

My monthly expenses are $460/month because the cost of my medication has gone up after my sliding scale application was denied. I still have to pay $380 of those monthly expenses for November.

As of now, if I forgo my own dental care entirely, and empty my savings entirely, that will still leave me -$851 in the red. Anything that does not go to covering this month’s expenses and Severus’s vet fees will go to either next month’s expenses, or to saving for my own dental needs.

I will be figuring out a more sustainable plan over the next few days, but my current focus is on the immediate issue in front of me.

For the immediate moment, I am offering the following:

25% off my kofi shop using the code SEVVYTEETH . This goes until the end of the month. https://ko-fi.com/skyjynx/link/SEVVYTEETH 

3 Commission Slots I will be opening 3 commission slots for ANY TYPE on my price sheet: https://skyjynx.carrd.co/#pricing Those 3 pieces will be started once I finish my current owed art [https://trello.com/b/TCd6yTnL/art-queue] (everything in ‘currently working on’) When those are all finished, I will open 3 more slots. I am more than happy to draw your OCs, your blorbos from games/tv/etc, or even spicy content (*some kinks at my discretion, but feel free to ask!)

REMINDER: Kofi & patreon subscribers have access to discounted pricing which can be found here: https://skyjynxcomms.carrd.co/ 

If you'd like to claim a commission slot you can do so by DM

If you just wanna toss some money my way, I do have a ko-fi for tips: https://ko-fi.com/skyjynx

Reblogs/boosting apprecaited. <3

#commissions #commission sale #commissions open #emergency #emergency sale #vet fund #please boost #signal boost

[icequeen-07]

Hi!!! Some context behind this: I am working on a proposal for my college writing class and I decided to write about green burials and why funeral homes should have more green burial options!

(to cremate one body, it would emit an estimated 418 pounds of carbon dioxide into the air. That is the equivalent of driving around 470 miles in a car. Just for one body)

I would really apprecaite any reblogs to spread this around just a tiny bit and please vote! It'll really help me with some data! Thank you so so much!!!

#polls #funeral service #water cremation #human composting #you dont have to reblog! #just voting will help me a TON #but reblogging will be greatly appreciated so I can get more data and reach #thank you thank you <3 #green burial

[chestnutroan]

Winona and Pee-Wee’s day out :) !

#art #painting #dogs #animals #artists on tumblr #winona #my ocs #likes/reblogs much apprecaited!!! #fish is taking the photo. teehee #hed get in the picture #but the dog doesnt know how to work the camera 😔

[bun-nnn1]

# 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐀𝐍 .

↷ LMAOOO i finished banana fish. spain but the s is silent. i might make this into a series, like links memories or smth, not sure. have a nice day everyone. -bun

synopsis: he just wants to hold you again, one last time.

(botw) link x princess!reader. (ur zeldas sister aha)

warnings: f!reader fluffy angst ig, main character death ?? yes oui im replaying age of calimity so

inspired by @starbiits fic on wattpad !!

reblogs are apprecaited !! ; lowercase intended <3

little flowers bloomed on the green of the grass, your bare feet gliding over the green.

holding up the royal blue of your dress, careful not to mess it, you were sure your father would be angry if so much of a speck of dust littering the skirt of the dress.

'thank you for coming to see me, link. i know you're busy most of the time with zelda,' you said quietly, sitting next to the hylian champion.

he looked at you apologetically, his blue orbs scanning you're body. he thought you were beautiful, stunning even. she seemed like one of the 3 goddesses in his eyes, it pained him to see you locked in your room, studying old technology, most of the time.

'i'm sorry, y/n. i'd give anything to spend more time with you,' he sighed, placing his hand on yours.

laughing, you shook your head. goddesses, your laugh was so beautiful to him.

'no link, you concentrate on helping zelda, she needs it. she treats you they way she does because you remind her of her own failures. its not you fault, im sorry.'

his normally dulled eyes softened. with the burden of defeating calamity ganon, the stress and pressure of everyone pushing down on him, he no longer has the chance, the time to show emotions.

you, however, changed that.

before link could reply, your sister approached the two of you, a confused glare boring into links eyes.

quickly remembering his own sworn duty to protect princess zelda no matter what, he stood up beside zelda.

zelda looked at you questionably, confused as to why you where outside the palace grounds with out her.

'y/n? what were you doing?' she asked, looking at you, worried.

'i was talking to link, we were waiting for you. im sorry we worried you zelda,' you said, standing up and brushing the grass stuck to your blue dress.

'thats okay, y/n. link, let us go to zoras domain. we must talk to lady mipha.' she stated bluntly, looking at link with cold eyes. 'goodbye, y/n.' she waved, smiling slightly.

-

link eyes widened, gaining back his senses. he shook his head lightly, shaking of an overwhelming feeling of loneliness now taking over him.

he knew this place had meaning, he knew he had been here before, but now he knew who she was.

sighing, he quickly jumped on his horse, epona's back, the rain hiding his tears and epona's trots covering his quiet sniffles, attempting but failing to hold back his tears.

#sigh i love him #he deserved better #anyways #link x reader #link x reader fluff #link x reader angst #link x princess!reader #ooo cool bun

[1800-l0g4n]

somewhat of a rant and vent(?)

I've been getting a bit septicidal and nervous of the people who spam liking or reblogging my content. It's just a me thing but I do have anxiety!! I'm a introvert and I get very uneasy with attention like that. It's different with moots and other kinds of socializing. Back to the first part, I don't say anything and bottle it up cause I'm just like that.. It also quite hard for me to express such emotions. no. expresstion you could say to people who draw fanart or something and I reblog with not much to say cause I just don't know how to express such emotions but I do apprecaite those things like that/

Also when I do draw doodles of like.. me.. without tags on em and I see people or someone reblogging it, it sometimes makes me uneasy cause I don't particularly want those kinds of drawing being reblogged and I don't put like #don't reblog cause I just post without thinking sometimes.. half of the time actually and if I edit the post to put tags some person has reblogged it.. kajhdfgbkjahfg I'm not saying that it's their fault and it is mine but like just be aware and cautious when reblogging my stuff to those who been around for a while or for even a little or new.

that's all..

#klaus moments #nothing dark just.. yeah

[ynscrazylife]

I JUST HIT 500 FOLLOWERS!

THANK YOU ALL SO SO SO MUCH. I LOVE WRITING AND WRITING MARVEL, HP, TVD, AND DC AND THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HAS LIKED, REPLIED, REBLOGGED, AND SENT ME REQUESTS! I APPRECAITE EACH AND EVERYONE ONE OF YOU SO SO SO MUCH.

(Should I do anything to celebrate? 👀)

#thank you #500 followers #wow #thank you thank you so much #ily ily ily

[bromantically]

this isnt to like.. get anyone to reblog my stuff or whatever but rather more of a vent but its really disheartening when ive spent so long without passion for my art and then manage to finally draw something again and it barely gets any reblogs... i love and apprecaite likes very much but i love reblogs even more bc then more ppl can see my stuff and theres more chances to read ppls tags on my stuff!! idk like... being so unsatisfied w my art for so long and then finally being able to make smth i like, only for it to stagnate at a total of 15 notes with only 2 being reblogs is really discouraging

#kitty purrs #neg #vent #i know that notes arent the most important thing in the world but it would be nice to get some #my most favorite part of making art is showing it to others! #which is hard to do when no one reblogs

[symphonyofthewrite]

If These Walls Could Talk (Ch3)

Fandom: Castlevania Netflix

Summary: Vampires do not have reflections, and castles do not have hearts. But Dracula is no ordinary vampire, and Castlevania is no ordinary castle. If castles can fight, maybe they can think too.

The series, and Adrian’s childhood, told from the perspective of the castle.

Chapter Summary: “‘Alucard’, they called me. The opposite of you. Mother never liked that. Did you know that? She hated the idea that I might define myself by you. Even in opposition to you. She loved us both. Enough that she wanted us to be our own people. Living our own lives. Making our own choices."

Notes: Hey, thank you so much for all the likes!! If you could reblog and/or leave a comment too it would be greatly apprecaited!!

Chapter 3: “Alucard”

The castle doesn’t like it when Adrian leaves.

Adrian is a child of both worlds, so he must walk in the day every once and a while. He cannot stay in the castle, in the night, forever; he must travel outside the room, feel the sunlight without the glass. He must understand his mother’s people; his human half. A glass half full is a glass half empty, and he understands his duty to fill in the blanks where humanity is supposed to be.

Castlevania is unsure. Afraid, perhaps. It does not know much of humanity…but it does know that their blood tastes sweet, their words sound sour, their hands feel bitter. It knows they are not likely to treat the son of the vampire king with kindness.

It knows of only one human whose touch and words are sweet without taste.

If his mother can be kind… is it possible other humans can be too? Or does being a mother simply necessitate kindness? Is it possible there is more to them than sour speech and the bitter fists? That they are more than just something to fill its master’s appetite and quiet his boredom?

Lisa tells them all so. She gathers her family in the room, and tells them stories of knights and heroes, witches and villains. Of good kings, and evil priests. Of good gods, and evil queens. Of demons and zombies and the heroes who rose up against them—(and maybe Adrian can be one of them, some day). Of people who have nothing but manage to change the world anyways. Of people who have everything but are empty all the same—(that one started to sound a little too familiar). And not all of the stories are read out of books. Some are real, were history. Some she’d even seen herself. Some were told to her. She said she heard some of the most wonderful ones from a Speaker once. She even made some up. Until Adrian himself formed stories when she wasn’t there to tell them.

Dracula looks out the window at the rain, chuckles to himself at the fact that too many of her stories end happily…but something deep inside his eyes is trying, trying to believe her. To believe there’s truth to these stories, even those she made up. To let the light in her eyes flow into his. He tries to make up his own stories too, sometimes. But the darkness in his presence does its best to swallow the light in her words.

Adrian snuggles up beside her and the gleam in her eyes reflects in his without a second’s resistance. Enough that after a childhood of listening to these stories, begging for his parents to take him outside, he can barely wait to experience it himself.

That’s not to say he never left. She took him out on little trips, letting him take bites of the world out there. Each time he came back with treasures—(well what he considered treasures)—in his hands, and a grin secured firmly to his face, and he’d ask with voice bright and fast as a hummingbird, where they’d go out next, and how long he’d have to wait. Even his father took him out to the enchanted forests and grottos of the world for lessons, but always made sure they were the deepest, most well-kept secrets of the world, where no human would find them.

Well, most of the time. There were times when he came back with tears in his eyes. He’d ask what a What’s a ‘monster’?, and his father would lean down, put his hand on his cheek, and say Definitely not you. Lisa would plead or argue with her husband, but when Dracula would leave, the moon would turn red, and he’d remember what blood tasted like.

But this is different. This isn’t some day trip to come back with trinkets, some night lesson to come back with knowledge. The time it’s stretched out, and stretching them thin.

When he leaves and doesn’t come back that night… that morning…the next…the room tries to speak but finds there’s no breath in it, like it got the wind knocked out of it.

This is a different emptiness from what Castlevania was before. It isn’t a principal, not simply a fact of life. It is an absence. An absence of something living. An absence of a fact of life. A true emptiness in that the room was once full.

It doesn’t take long for the room to know what I miss you means; that absence creates ripples of yearning in its wake. That emptiness aches to be filled. It misses the games he played in the sunlight, it misses the lullabies, the drawings, counting the stars and sitting by the fire, the moments when the family would tell stories to the walls they didn’t know were listening.

It even misses the crying.

The clock tower’s ticking eats away at them from the inside.

And within the ticking, the room, the castle, wonder what the humans will do to him out there.

Will he be a monster in their eyes? An enemy, a beast, an ugly thing? Will they not see the light in his nature, rather the dark that nurtured him?

Will he be a cacophony to their ears, the screeches and howls of undead things, instead of the symphony they know his voice to be?

Will his blood be that of demons and beasts to their noses, and will they cast him out for not being human enough?

Will he be a toy in their hands, just as he played humans-and-vampires, just as he pretended to fight monsters with wooden swords?

…But he is alive, and living things ought not be played with, for they cannot be imagined into something they’re not.

And if he is a toy to them…what will they make of him? Will they imagine him as a human like them? Or will they imagine him into a monster he is not? Will they realize he is neither? Will they think he needs the night when he is perfectly fine in the day? What stories will they tell of him?

Castlevania has not met many humans. But those it has were prone to make monsters out decent men, and weapons out of instruments of peace.

Will the humans’ mouths be forked and deadly as ever? Will their hands be weak and empty as ever? Will they assess him as fuel for their ever-greedy fire? Will they take the life—they who have so much of it, take the single life they have here, the one that brought it to them all—and crush it out of him, figuratively or literally?

Will they bully him, and scorn him, and lie to him, and cheat him and hate him and…hurt him?

The room twists and spirals in its thoughts, as if going down a hill, and throbs at the last word.

Or… says the castle softly, Will they welcome him? Will they understand him? Will they see him as we have? As he truly is? Will his light withstand the darkness in them? Can he bring life to these bloodthirsty beasts?

When Adrian returns, what—or who—will he be?

The castle and the room wonder, and wait, and question, and long for him as they are left in the dark, holding their breath until breath itself is but a fleeting memory.

They couldn’t say how long it had been since he left, it could have been a lifetime. But one day, as black and white as the rest, the morning comes with spreading color, and breath tumbles into the deepest corners of the room again.

They are equal parts nervous and eager to hear the stories he has to tell; for these monsters and men are more than toys.

And he does have stories to tell.

Out there, adventure exists in more than just books. Out there he can learn without charts and lectures; he can learn by doing, by experiencing. He can put to use, and to the test, all the spells and techniques he practiced indoors. Out there the scenes that were pictures before are real, are alive—the rain licks and the snow bites, the grass whispers as the wind sings its haunting melody, and the rivers join in response. Out there he can smell the trees, and flowers, the campfires, listen to the howls and chirps of the animals, and feel the sun on his skin without the glass to separate them. Taste the world. And out there the heroes and villains are animate too—he can speak to them, and won’t have to dream up their responses. He can make friends and enemies out of words and actions instead of wood and clay. Out there the threats, the demons and monsters are real too, and he has to fight them with something sharp—be it his pen or his sword. Out there, imagination is a weapon against reality. Out there he doesn’t have to imagine his world to life because it already is. And he is alive in it…this is his life that he is finally living.

That is what a life is. The idea echoes in the room.

(If this is a life…are we alive? The room asks.

Alive isn’t the same as life. Castlevania mutters softly, and doesn’t explain.)

And, amongst all the adventures they learn that while he walked the world a spell, his mother’s people gave him a new name:

“Alucard.”

Alucard. The reverse of Dracula.

They looked at him, they listened to him, they spent time with him and they understood—(breathe again and be still, they understood)—they understood that he was not the dark and the cold and the death his father is. In fact, they thought that he was so different from his father that this reversal must be his name.

The room is proud of him, happy for him, relieved, for this was its purpose, its hope. Relieved to have him back—more full of life and light than ever.

Lisa, while always proud of him, doesn’t like the name. She named him after all, it makes sense that she wouldn’t appreciate a dismissal of the name she chose. But…there’s more to it than that. She doesn’t want him to be defined by his father. She doesn’t want him to be a difference, a reverse. She wants him to be himself. Him and his father to be different people. She wants them to be themselves; not dividends, fractured pieces of one another put back together in different orders.

(But aren’t we all fractured pieces of each other? Don’t we take fragments of each other to make up ourselves?)

This is a strange thought to Castlevania, for it has always been defined by Dracula, and never minded, but perhaps mirrors ought not mind their reflectors. Adrian is no mirror. Still, the castle has always compared the boy to his father. The room was always meant to be the opposite of the Dracula, of his castle. The boy’s very existence has always spelled the reverse of everything they knew. Its only fitting the boy would be a reversal of his father.

‘Adrian’ is a nice name…but ‘Alucard’ fits like a tailored suit.

Adrian likes the world. Makes sense, he likes the sun, the day, the mirrors, the books, the stories, the people.

But what doesn’t make as much sense, and what’s more important, is the world likes him. At first its strange, but as the castle thinks about it more it makes sense; they may have come with pitchforks before, because they didn’t like Dracula. …But Alucard is not Dracula.

The room breathes deep, more alive than ever. And, as its master returns, tells his story, the room learns too.

Castlevania may be able to move for its master, but the room is stuck in its place. It cannot see the rest of the world like the boy can. It understands now that Alucard being different from Dracula also means that he cannot stay inside like his father does. That though it hurts when he leaves, the room can never be everything he needs the way the castle can for Dracula. That he is made for something bigger than four walls…even if those four walls were part of what made him.

It understands that breath cannot be a constant for it. That its master will leave, and the room will be hollow and ache for certain periods of time. This is a fact of life. This is what living is.

But it also understands that he will always come back. This isn’t something it reasoned or multiplied out. This is just something it knows within the oldest parts of it; that they will never be apart forever.

Now that the room is alive within the castle it will always be its own existence. Even if it’s empty, even if it gets broken and battered, it will always be the universe they built for him, a universe can’t be destroyed by mortal hands. It can never be fully erased as long as Alucard lives.

(…And Castlevania understands that is dangerous.)

The room understands that though life was always a stagnant thing for the castle, it is more dynamic and elusive for it. It will go through periods where there is nothing in that room, and the emptiness will throb, but in the same way that Alucard has the kind of life Dracula could never have, the room will have the kind of life the castle could never have.

The room’s breath will ever be catching itself and falling, like a dance, as if always during the most exiting part of a story.

#castlevania #castlevania fandom #castlevania fanfiction #alucard #adrian tepes #adrian fahrenheit tepes #dracula #Vlad Dracula Tepes #Vlad Tepes #lisa tepes #castlevania netflix #netflix castlevania #alucard castlevania #castlevania alucard #dracula castlevania #castlevania dracula #castlevania fanfic #castlevania fanfics #castlevania fic #castlevania writing #mine #antihero writings #my fanfiction #My writing #tepes family #draculisa #Dracula x Lisa #vlad x lisa

[problematicwelshman]

Ya’ll know I literally SAID I knew the stans were gonna “celebrate” as if they had anything to do with me leaving, right? lmao these bitches are so predictable I can’t. They did nothing. They had no influence over my decision whatsoever. They’re exactly like Anna. Did nothing, but still staking a claim as if they did and gloating about their victory as some kind of accomplishment lmfao.

Anyway, I’m fine. I apprecaite everyone’s concern and those who have reached out. I’m following along like everyone else is now at miss @profileranon. I see the tags and messages and I am humbled. Truly. I had no idea just how much this space meant to some folks or how important it was or even the actual reach this blog had. I highkey am reconsidering the whole retirement thing now (womp womp, stans. Weep.). If I do come back, it will be in a completely different capacity. I wanna make it abhorrenty clear that I have no interest in Michael whatsoever and there will be an even stronger negative bias towards him as my once-fandom has now turned in to a straight up dislike. So any anons about “why do you run a blog if you hate him” that were once untrue will be true from this point forward and are gonna get ignored, so don’t bother sending them. This blog will exist solely to call out the hypocrisy of the fandom, the bullshit with Michael, any bullshit with Anna (PR Anon got blocked by her on insta and I’m still laughing about it), and give the unpopular opinions a place to live. I won’t be posting any news or reblogging fandom-related content from other blogs such as art or gifs or anything of that sort. I still wouldn’t say AW/PW 2.0 is a straight up “hate blog” though. Drama? Yes. Tea? Yes. Speculation? You betcha. Being a shady bitch? That’s what I EXCEL at. And I know some of you do too and tbh ya’ll make me crack up when I get those anons and I live for it. So give me a few days to really stew on whether or not a comeback is worth it and weigh the pros and cons and hopefully I’ll see you soon.

xo, AW

#profileranon

[stuhde]

✨ (a name moodboard please!) Congratulations on 30k!! When I saw your post about this, I was like YESSSS!!! I love your blog so much I literally reblog everything from you sometimes I worry I come off as stalker-ish lol. I wish you all the best with your final year at uni. I hope that despite it being online, you'll be able to enjoy it. Rooting for you!!! Have a lovely day! Take care xo - violet

omg you’re so sweet! thank you so much violet, i apprecaite all the love and please don’t worry about how often you reblog my content - i am so grateful for your support! i also hope my year, or at least fall semester isn’t too difficult and i can reuinte with everyone in the spring. thanks again for all the love and here’s your moodbaord! enjoy x

#so sweet omg im gonna cry! #30k celebration #stuhdecelebrates #philology-studies #answered

[hecohansen31]

The Girl In The Red Dress:

A/N: Guys I have been a bit busy (Heco of the future: just passed an exam, so I was a bit busy handling together an exam and fanfic writing) plus I didn’t get enough inspiration, mostly for writing Duncan, which let me tell you is an, honest to God, disgrace, but I wrote this little thing a little bit ago...

... so sorry if it is small, plus I just love writing about Older! (sweeter and more experienced) Duncan, so I thought, why not write this!

As always... feedback is gretaly apprecaited, I’ll love you for ever if you share your thoughts about this, or if you heart it or reblog it...

Love you, guys!

SUMMARY: The short way: Duncan hooks up with a younger girl without knowing it (BIG DISCLAIMER: The Reader is not underage, she is perfectly of age, thank you for your attention).

WORDS: 1,1 K.

WARNINGS: Mentions of Sex and Nudity, Relationship between an older woman and a younger woman (big age gap) and Mention of Daddy Kink.

Plese enjoy, lovelies!

He felt the bed shift, clearly somebody moving around on it, and when he opened an eye to check out what was going on, because the shifting hadn’t stopped still, and what he saw was his previous night hook-up, adjusting the sheet around her body to keep up her modesty, meanwhile she tried to rummage and collect any piece of clothing, he had shed the previous night.

And he took a good look at her backside, which he had kneaded the previous night between messy kisses and sweet love-making, before messing her hair, which were hanging on her front, meanwhile she swiftly put on her panties and her bra, before leaving the warmth of the bed to get her dress, the little red thing she had worn at the party.

He still remembered the little dash of color attracting him at her, immediately, mostly because woman his age didn’t wear those shades.

He had been extremely surprised to see that although she had worn a bold color, she was actually very shy and surprised he had come to talk with her, so he had started with a less flirty attitude, asking what a “pretty thing like her was doing there”.

“Oh, just business…” she had mumbled, trying to appear completely at ease, but she was clearly not in her natural habitat.

“Business of what kind?” his tone was a little bit flirty, before he turned to the bartender to ask for two glass of champagne.

“Just… studying related business” she whispered, meanwhile fidgeting with her hair “Thank you for the champagne”

Although the awkward introduction, they had gotten along just fine, her jovial and clumsy attire made him feel a lot younger and he was more than happy to teach her a few things as the night and the charity gala went on, before the obvious invite back to his room: she had blushed, surprised he had chosen her, but she had actually been the first one to make a move once they were in, kissing him

And it had been probably one of the best night of sex he had ever had, not only because of the stamina, to which he wasn’t used anymore (but he had managed just fine), but the girl had seemed so so much sensitive to any small amount of attention he had given to her pretty body, which was naturally perfect, according to him in every curve and dip; it all seemed so genuine and natural, and her clumsiness brought him back to a “few “years ago, when he all he knew was” quickies in the first empty room he found in his college fraternity”.

She had just adjusted the dress over her head and was struggling with the zipper in the back, and he moved to help her with it, inhaling her smell, getting her to huff out a sudden breath, surprised by his attack, a little red blush immediately flaming her cheeks.

-… didn’t mean to wake you up- she mumbled, leaning into his warmth, meanwhile he caressed her hips, remembering the way he had held them down himself meanwhile he licked her sweet folds.

-Oh, don’t worry- he comforted her, meanwhile his hands went lower and this got her to blush even brighter, setting her hands on his -… what about round two, since you are awake? -.

He knew she was getting herself ready to leave him, but honestly he didn’t want to let go such an amazing girl, not without another taste.

-That would be nice- she smirked, shyly but then patted his hand, immediately getting up and turning around on her bare feet, scanning the room for her shoes and avoiding voluntarily his eyes -… but I have lessons-.

This confused him a bit, in the appearance she might pass off as a college student, indeed, mostly right now without the strong lights of the gala on her, and with her make-up a bit ruined and off (because of their nightly activities), but he was sure that nobody in the gala was under 30 years old, nobody under the age would be interested into taking part in it, not to talk about having the money and the links to be invited.

-Oh, you are a teacher? – he mumbled, his brain still sleepy, thinking it was the only reason behind her going to school.

-I actually am still a student, but I would love to become a teacher- and this left him shocked.

He had just fucked a college student.

And he wanted to do it again.

-Wait, how old are you? – she was pushing her hair up, meanwhile he just wondered if he would be sent in jail, again because as he looked at her, she looked younger, a lot than what he had thought…

-21 in October- she smiled at him, naively, as if not getting the reason behind his sudden worry -… it shows right? I mean I totally get that I am not experienced, or not pretty…-.

She was straight up blabbering and he found her so cute, he just wanted to get her face in his hands, and squish those adorable red cheeks which he did and comforted her.

-… I was just worried, that I had fucked an under-age girl- this made her giggle -… it would have been a problem, sweetheart, I can’t go to jail again-.

This sent in a laughing fit.

-I am absolutely legal, but do I look older? – she asked, a tiny bit worried.

-I just didn’t expect nobody your age at the party…- although there were more had been a lot of clues she was pretty young: her inexperience, her appearance and the genuineness she had, with that pretty breathy laugh -… so I just thought you were older, and looked like a twenty one year old…-.

He honestly expected her to just run away.

But she actually sat down on his lap.

-… or I might have been a vampire- this made him laugh and realize that she was indeed very very so much younger than him, and he low key liked it about her, enough to try to push her down on himself and try to convince her to stay with him -… but seriously I have lessons! -.

She understood his distraction tactic soon enough and tried to get herself free from his grasp without too much conviction.

-I will get us breakfast and the most amazing sex, if you avoid lessons for me-.

-… are you trying to corrupt me into dropping out? – she faked shock in her voice, getting up but still on his lap -… that’s a very bad behavior, daddy-.

He was gone, kissing her and groping her ass through the stretchy red fabric.

-Well, sweetheart, I think it’s time you teach me something-.

---

As always, I hope you liked it and let me know what you think through a message or an ask (also anonymous).

It means literally the world to me!

Thank you, again and please excuse the shortness of this!

See you soon, lovelies!

-Heco Hansen.

#heco writes #duncan shepherd reader #duncan shepherd x reader #duncan shepherd fem! reader #duncan shepherd fanfic #ducan shepherd fan fic #duncan shepherd smut #duncan shepherd image #duncan x reader #duncan reader #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon reader #michael langdon edit #duncan shepherd moodboard #duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd x female reader #duncan shepherd x fem! reader #duncan shepherd female reader #michael langdon #michael langdon fic

[leaguexofxherxown]

Thank for checking out my rules. Like all roleplayers I do have a few rules that I would apprecaite everyone who wants to RP with me to follow, and in turn I will respect and do the same for you.

First up please bear in mind that whilst I am not currently working, I am a mother to a newborn baby, so please be patient with me and in turn I hope to produce content that I hope you will all enjoy.

I maintain the right to block anyone that sends any form of abuse to me, though the vast majority of people I RP with have been lovely the internet is full of trolls so best be safe than sorry! I will also keep a list of blocked and/or abusive roleplayers for future reference.

I will not RP with anyone under the age of 18, no matter the subject.

This is a multi ship blog, if you desire to RP with me or request a one shot or imagine I am pretty much open to anything, but please respect any ships that I choose or choose not to portray. To add to this, I will not ship any of my characters with our beloved Cinnamon Roll, Tom Holland.  Tom is the spitting image of my little brother and I don’t feel comfortable going there.

Please, no godmodding.

If you wish to roleplay with me through Discord please message me and ask. I will reply much faster on there due to no formatting needed.

Do not control my character, the odd action is okay but please do not decide what they do unless we have discussed it first.

I will write for pretty much any circumstance and I will write about triggering circumstances. I will tag all the triggers in advance to warn everyone.

Please do not reblog memes from me, please reblog from the source. If you do it once I will look past it but more than once and I will unfollow you.

When sending a meme please specify which characters it is for, otherwise I will simply delete it and not reply. I have previously picked characters for myself and have been met with some unhappy folk who actually wanted a different character. The same goes for liking one of my starter calls and you’re a multi muse blog, if you don’t specify which of your muses you want I won’t reply.

If you consistantly request starters but do not respond to them I will unfollow you and will not write with you.

Please do not make assumptions about my characters, some of them may look like the characters you know and love but that is not the way I play them.  For example, Natalia Romanova is not Natasha Romanoff, as for the most part, the MCU did her dirty.  

#rules

[apple-cinnamon-roll]

Get to Know Me

Tagged by @sudoji

(Rules: Tag peeps you wanna know better by reblogging this! You guys don't have to do this, I'm just tagging to show I apprecaite you and enjoy learning things about you)

NAME: Apple

NICKNAME: "cinnamon roll"  

ZODIAC SIGN: Libra 

HEIGHT: 5'9"  

ORIENTATION: demisexual / biromantic/demiromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single af

LIPSTICK OR CHAPSTICK: I like light colored lipstick, but I don't wear it much. I wear glossy chapstick in the winter when I remember

FAV FRUITS: I like most fruits, but my favorites would probably be cherries, strawberries, bananas, kiwi, blueberries, and oranges/clementines the most, depending on the season. Pomegranates are good but they take so long to eat. I like pineapples but they hurt me. 

FAV SEASON: I like the fall. It has my birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving... it's cozy. The aesthetic is nice and I also like the chilly weather. But look out for that depressive atmosphere when there’s no white snow in the dead of winter... 

FAV BOOK SERIES: Right now I really like Yotsuba, Azumanga Daioh, and ASOIAF, but Harry Potter will always have a special place in my heart. 

FAV FLOWER: I like sunflowers, bluebells, roses (especially pink ones), lillies, carnations, tiny wildflowers.. all sorts. When I was a kid I liked to gently play with the snapdragons. 

FAV COLOURS: I really like pastels- especially blue and pink. Also I like gray and navy blue, especially in the fall and winter. 

FAV ANIMALS: I like a lot of different animals; aside from cats and dogs, I think tiny fluffers like guinea pigs, hamsters, and chinchillas are really cute. I like a lot of ocean animals, especially rays, sea slugs, turtles, and fish. I think koi/carp are really cute and I like to watch them swim. I love birds and like to watch the turkeys in my yard, and think hummingbirds are neat, but my favorite ones are common sparrows, the ones that hop around. 

LAST 5 SONGS LISTENED TO:

 (I added links so you guys can listen to them if you want to~)

The River (Bruce Springsteen)

The Legend is True (The Aquabats)

My R (English Cover)

Congratulations (Hamilton)

Yuukei Yesterday -Juby cover (Mekakucity)

LAST MOVIE SEEN: The Prince of Egypt 

COFFEE/TEA/COCOA: I like sweet coffee- like frappes, (especially caramel ones) and hot chocolate in the winter. My beverage of choice is Diet Coke though. 

AVERAGE SLEEP: 7-10 hours? It depends on how busy I am

CAT OR DOG: I love both, my favorite dogs are shelties

FAV FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: I have so many..... I’ll just list some I can think of off the top of my head. They aren’t really in any particular order. 

Game of Thrones: Jon, Dany, Jaime, Podrick, Sansa, BRIENNE, Arya, Davos, Margaery, Tormund, Tyrion, Cersei, Missandei  (like everyone tbh, I’ll just stop here before I name the whole cast)

JoJo:  (All the JoJos ok, I love them all) Dio, Diego, Bruno, Naran, Kak, Caesarino, Speedwagon, Foo Fighters, Gyro,  Weather, and Erina

Rick and Morty: Morty and Summer

Steven Universe: Pearl, Rose, Garnet, Amethyst, Connie, and Jamie

Madoka Magica: Mami, Homura, Madoka, and Sayuka

People of Earth: Ozzie, Jonathan, Kelly, and Don

Voltron: Shiro and Pidge

Ace Attorney: Phoenix, Edgeworth, Maya, Athena, and Apollo

Yuri on Ice: Viktor, Phichit, Yuri, Yurio, and Beka

Harry Potter: Remus, Luna, Hermione, Harry, Sirius, James, and Tonks

Mekakucity: Haruka, Takane, and Marry

Light and Dark: Ashley, Miranda, THE BIRD and Amy

Homestuck: Terezi, John, Jake, Karkat, Jade, Calliope and Kanaya

SHIPS: I haven’t been doing much shipping lately, but uhh lets see..

From JoJo I like Joot and Kak, (also Joseph and Caesar, ( and a few others)) I still like PB and Marceline from Adventure Time, and Remus/Sirius in HP, and I support Jaime and Brienne from GoT.

If any of you guys want to do this: @tacoberto @pairof2socks @kenobi-skywalker-trash @never-go-against-a-cecilian @legionoftuna 

#ask games #tagged #about me

[csficpromotion-blog]

I don't want to sound rude or like I don't apprecaite what writers do but I have always more thought that you leave feedback the way you leave tips so if you just sort of like a story you press the like button but reblog if it is something you really love. And I don't know that it really means anything to leave a short comment like Good job! when you really didn't care that much about it. You could do that for any ff even if you never read it so its already unpersonal. sorry if this seems mean

You are free to provide feedback however you want. I am not a moderator out to tell everyone what’s right and wrong, as if there even are right or wrong ways to do it. “Likes” aren’t bad things. “Kudos” aren’t either. Every time a writer gets them, it’s a really nice feeling. Reblogging posts or receiving comments are wonderful, though, because it means someone not only spared the time to read what they wrote, but even had the kindness to actually tell them that they liked it, or which parts were their favorites, or if they’re itching for the next chapter. It’s a huge motivational boost. And honestly, I don’t think it’s a lot to ask of anyone who reads fanfiction. It’s certainly much easier than paying however much for new books every week. (If you don’t “love” a story enough to reblog it, you can still send a reply with a smiley face or something, though, so you don’t have to reblog to comment on something.)

As for not feeling like short comments mean anything? I’m a writer. They mean a lot. If I see someone write, “Great update!” or “Love this!” I am smiling and I’m proud of my creation. All I can say is, you must not be a writer if you don’t know this. (You also technically don’t have to read a fic to press the “like” button either, so I don’t find that to be a very strong argument against commenting.)

Also, if you have to preface a message with “I don’t want to sound rude, but...” then you can pretty much bet on the message coming off a bit rude.

Tangent here, but I kind of have a problem with the way you think tips are supposed to work. It’s a common misconception that you should tip someone based on service quality. Waiters and waitresses, or really anyone working in the service industry, are overworked and underpaid. Many don’t even get minimum wage. So if your server doesn’t refill your drinks quickly or there’s a problem with your food or they snap at you, give them the benefit of the doubt. They might be exhausted from being on their feet for ten hours, the issues with the food are almost never their fault, and if the restaurant is packed, I can guarantee you they are overhauling and trying their best to accommodate so many customers’ demands at once. Even if they’re rude, I always tip 15-20%. You can’t possibly know the kind of day they’ve had, and you can spout “unprofessional” all you want, but the truth is we all let our personal emotions get to us on the job. Please don’t tip pennies if your service was lacking.

(I try to stay polite and positive on this blog, so my apologies for the passive aggressiveness here. I’ll work on that.)

#on feedback #Anonymous #asks