#on my rocking chair again

[kaiba-fangirl]

Even when YGO was first airing in the US, once I got internet like a year into it, I remember "Puppyshipping" being THE most popular ship. Certainly was at least one of the biggest.

The discourse was about whether it was abusive, but it was all incoherent nonsense on both sides, with varying degrees of seriousness. I might've posted 1 time on the kaiba corporation forum my own opinion: in-world, yes abusive. in-fics, usually abusive. does this mean ppl shouldn't do it? nah, whatever. I understand why the dynamic interests people. Ship and let ship. Not my ship, though. Could never be.

...cuz...

See, my brother & I -unused to anime aside from Pokemon- thought we should root for only Main Character TM, but soon after jumped on our faves. Mai & Kaiba for me. He stuck with Yugi more to annoy me, & Joey as the blonde underdog in green (like himself; & this smelly green soccer jersey he never changed or washed cuz it was his "Joey shirt" 🤮).

So for me, it personally always felt skeevy to ship my faves with my brother's faves.

I started getting over it once Joey became obsessed with Mai in Waking the Dragons, but the little-brother-protector thing id with Kaiba was still stronger. Plus my brother spent the season annoyed with Joey's pining & hating Mai for her betrayal, so that helped disconnect them there.

I didn't really get into it the slightest bit til I came to tumblr, & I was part of the convo to rename it "violetshipping" to address the unwelcome default feeling of an abuse undertone & instead focusing on their complementary parallels & contrasts (which we all casually agreed was ok, canon, ic, but shouldn't be assumed within the very ship name), around the same time my relationship with my brother began deteriorating. So even though I got him into one last hurrah with DSOD, he's basically been lost to the right.

Tumblr's format also makes it a lot easier to stumble upon lots of things that just go by on your dash. I don't even remember seeing any puppyshipping fanart in the old forums & webrings of geocities & DeviantArt & AOL image searches, cuz I never searched for it. Read a couple fics trying to give it a chance, but they always ended up grossing me out with characterizations alone.

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But ya know what I never did? Never actually called it incest, even though that's what it felt like to me in my own unique experience. & I never said *anything* to people online who shipped it. I did talk about it with friends in school, where you would've seen my full body language reaction for "I don't wanna be rude - I'm just reeeally not into it - cuz my brother - so I don't wanna talk about it." Which was perfectly fine & accepted!

Who *did* I ship Kaiba with? Well, most in-character? No one. As in he would actively choose no one. As sexy as he was, I didn't see him being interested in pursuing any kind of relationship or sex. (It would take another several years before I ever saw the term "asexual," to which my first reaction was, Oh! Like Kaiba!

I've used the joke of shipping him with money.

But once I found Silentshipping, I was hooked. They had interacted ONCE when Serenity yelled at him, & he was just like "Uhh..." where if it were a Disney movie, that'd be where he fell in love but hadn't realized it yet. Then they NEVER interacted again. Serenity hardly had much of a personality beyond "nice." It was a perfect blank slate to make anything up! & she was perfectly generic for girls to project onto, without fear of being called a self-insert or Mary Sue -the biggest worries of the time.

But I also loved how it connected Joey & Kaiba as, usually, either eventually or at least effectively, brothers-in-law, still pitted against each other. To me, it was sooo much better than actually putting them together.

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It is sooo easy to not call everything "incest" that merely feels like brothers to you. It is sooo easy to not harass others for what they create, especially when they purposely help keep away anything you may not wanna see.

#re: the aita post #on my rocking chair again #incest mention #puppyshipping #violetshipping #polarshipping #silentshipping #storytime

[bocchidaily]

bocchi the snail

Day 76: *snail noises*

#bocchi the rock! #daily bocchi #bocchi the rock #hitori gotoh #this'll be the last notes app masterpiece for a bit!! #finally secured a chair so I'll be able to sit down and draw at my pc again #thank you for bearing with me in this trying time

[narutomaki]

I hate that I hate doing things in my own dude but it's so fucking boring !!!

#i dont go out to eat and i dont go to the movie theater so like the two biggest Default Hang activities are completely non-options for me #i dont like seeing movies in theatre 1) the local one sucks and 2) i cant sit still for over a half hour in a chair that makes me want to #become an arsonist. #ive been to Fancy Good Fun movie theatres and seen Incredible Higjly Rated films and still been like #20 mins in. is it going to be over soon? can i leave? please? #i like going to the library and shopping and walking down by the river and in the woods #but i also Dont Like The Beach because sand makes me want to become a fucking terrorist and the water safety index thing #sent me on a spiral sooo bad ♡ also im too body conscious to enjoy myself #the public pools okay excepts its expensive and over crowded 100% of the time #rock beachs are good i like swimming i just eugh #i also. dont like going to the gyms indoor pool. #its so fucking echoy in there i get a migraine thinking about it #i do like their sauna tho but. again. priced out of that experience! wahoo! also the stairs there are designed to torture me #i like eating outside i like picnics in theory i just cant get comfortable sitting in like 98% of places for more than like 30 mins. #at some point some part of my body is going to start hurting so bad i want to throw up. #i like playing video games and board games but i dont have any consoles or board games so like. #man. idk! #i hate doing things alone bcus i Was Alone for 3 years with my only social contact being my abusive family #i would speak to them maybe 3 times a month and get out of the house maybe 2 times and #idk! idk its just like! okay! im done being socialy isolated!!! #>every activity that you can do to hang out with people is unappealing to me or causes me physical damage #😭 okay nvm!!!

[goldammerchen]

@polpruweek Day 7: Free day

CW: Intro with Violence + Blood (again, sorry).

Thorn

Feliks visits Gilbert to have a excuse to get out Warsaw and avoid his boss. Gilbert is living a little bit closer after all, next to the Baltic sea. (I used this after all).

>1k words / Read on Ao3

He panted, the wind pushing the condensation of his breathing back to his face. Exhaustion forced him to take a needed break from running away from something, not knowing what or who it was. All Feliks knew was that he found himself in a hostile, foggy place, running for his life.

(Was it a nightmare again? Wake up!)

When Feliks was ready to run again, he felt the metallic cold of a gun muzzle on the back of his head.

"{Run!}"

(Wake up!)

He ran, knowing the shots weren't in fact aimed at his body—or, not to his head or torso. It became a semi constant after the last partition, being captured by him, beat by him, and then allowed to escape, as a hunter playing with his prey, like a cat playing with a mouse. Feliks never should've shown mercy to Gilbert, they made so many compromises with the knights only for the conflict to restart over and over again. The duchy shouldn't have been allowed to exist in the first place, but the biggest mistake was granting it to the Hohenzollern.

Something on the ground made him trip—

Feliks sat on his bed, his chests heaving up and down, and his skin wet in sweat. During their last war, what felt like an actual hell on Earth, Gilbert also allowed him to escape, however not without missing the opportunity maltreat Feliks, leaving him covered in bruises, with a broken ose, and with fewer strands of hair. "It was the best thing I could have done for you," Gilbert told him once during the 50s—or was it later? who cared—before Feliks broke a vodka bottle on his flaxen hair, making it all bloody: that "help" didn't make Gilbert less of a sadist, he didn't have the right to speak to him like this, it didn't get rid of the nightmares.

Perhaps—Feliks' brain suggested—you should cut the scoundrel's throat next time he peacefully sleeps next to him, see him struggle, choking in his own blood, staring at first in confusion, and see the light leave his eyes perfectly knowing why he was killed.

No, just go back to sleep.

Don't kill a German consulate worker. He's your friend (and more than that) now... He's just Gilbert now.

*****

On a day Feliks rather avoided people from his executive government, Feliks grabbed his traveling bag and went all the way to Szczecin. By leaving Berlin, Gilbert both wanted to still be close to his little brother, and be next to the Baltic again. At least getting a job there stopped him from making "we should buy Stettin again" jokes ("for Berlin!"), that almost cost him his job as a translator for tourists in the consulate, and caused some small scandals before at both sides, more than once.

("Right, I'll stop with the joke... Though I'd have preferred for Poland to keep my old house, not him. Correction, between you and Lithuania, Jesus Fucking Christ.")

(Feliks gasped. "Said that again. Admit that again.")

("No.")

("I'm gonna tell Tolys!")

("Noo!")

(Ludwig shushed both.)

Gilbert told him once if he ever got bored of Szczecin, he would either move back to Lübeck, or find a new job in the Warmian–Masurian voivodeship ("But no promises! Stop looking at me with that stupid face!"). Both also knew that if they lived in same house, they would drive each other utterly insane—It was fun only the first weeks.

Outside of the consulate, the first thing Gilbert told Feliks was to not ask how he got the afternoon free. He was wearing a navy beanie, and a coat over his suit. Gilbert drove both to his flat, and while they "catch up" in his bedroom, Gilbert refused to get rid of his stupid beanie—a bad haircut, Feliks assumed. He could bully Gil later.

After eating fried fish in a local restaurant with sea view, they paid for a boat tour, with a bunch of mainly German tourists that day. Not the first time they participated in one of these rides, but Gilbert insisted, for whatever reason. For that reason, and knowing more than the guide, they slipped away from the main tourist group.

Gilbert felt the wind of his wind, beaming. He removed his beanie, and stretched his arms. That's when Feliks saw it, confirming it by grabbing Gil's left arm, pushing it down, and looking Gilbert's forehead up close.

"Oh no," Feliks muttered: Gilbert's hair was receding.

"I know! It's terrible. At least I'm not losing hair here." Gilbert pointed to his crown of head.

"You're aging!" His job should've prevented it, that was Feliks and Ludwig's plan, or hopes more exactly.

"No shit." Gilbert rolled his eyes.

"Gilbert!"

Other people turned around to see them. This time Feliks didn't care about his embarrassment, though he kept in mind lowering his voice volume.

"You should have worked in the Embassy..."

"It would have been the same." Gilbert worked on an extension of the first one after all.

"You shouldn't have left Berlin; no, you shouldn't have left your brother's house."

"I couldn't live there forever, besides, I wanted to live closer to you—Well, a bit closer." Gilbert snickered. His laughs were stopped by Feliks lightly punching him in the chest.

This was not supposed to happen.

"It's not funny." Feliks wrapped his arms around Gilbert, not only around his torso but including both arms and lifejacket.

"It is kind of funny," argued Gil back, his voice just audible enough, "only Tolys was more open to talk about... this, time ago. I don't think he was either happy or sad." Gilbert snorted. "Expected."

"I'm sorry..."

"Yeah, to be fair, one time I crashed Sadık, Gupta, and Herakles, and I don't remember how we ended talking about, you know, our kind mortality and—"

Feliks looked up. "I'm sorry, okay? I know we kind of leave you alone dealing with this." 'We' as the closer ones to Gilbert.

Gilbert stopped smiling for a second. "Nah, I figured none of you could."

"It wasn't okay..."

"Shhh, enough about it."

Feliks picked some annoyance in his voice. After a quick peek on Feliks' forehead, Gilbert gingerly pushed Feliks, so both stood side by side again. Feliks leaned his body on Gilbert. They stayed like that for a while, looking at the ocean, until Feliks asked:

"Now what?"

"Everything continues the same, I suppose."

"No, it obviously isn't the same anymore."

Gilbert grunted.

"What about your life?" insisted Feliks. "You know... you know the stakes change." Gilbert was already just adjusted enough to have a normal life, risking his mind by sticking around walking time anomalies would be reckless, and an irresponsibility by Feliks—even if an intrusive thought of Feliks opined Gil would deserve that.

"I already barely see you, or Lutz, or anybody really. It was already like that before leaving West's house." Gilbert kicked the safety railing, wrinkling his nose. "It was so, boring."

Feliks swallowed saliva, thinking other words could be more exact than 'boring'. Saying sorry again would be useless. "You still should have your own life."

"I know..."

"Maybe we should—"

"Please don't."

Silence again. Feliks started to lose his patience.

"What are you thinking then?" he asked, trying to not raise his voice.

Gilbert glimpsed Feliks, not moving away his pupils from the sea for long. "I would like to have more friends, besides the ones I already have... Aside from that, I don't know. Whatever life throws at me I suppose."

"But!" he did raise his voice. "Don't you want a family, and stuff..." Feliks gestured vaguely, babbling at the end.

"Only if it happens." Gilbert shrugged. "I bet I can find someone that's fine with open relationships, so I can still see you."

Feliks bumped Gilbert with his hips, knitting his eyebrows and smiling.

"What?! I'm used to that, and we live in modern times," said Gilbert. “I’m going to have the greatest love story and you’re going to hear everything about it.”

Feliks sighed. "You better tell me everything." He couldn't let Gil go if he didn't want to. Always with him, like a thorn in his shoe... For now. Gilbert was always going to find a way to hurt him, even not on purpose.

Gilbert's lips corner pointed down. "Ahhh, it's going to suck first, isn't it?"

"You're going to run to me with a broken heart at least a few times." With a tail between his legs.

"Don't say that! It's going to be great," he changed his mind again. "Right?"

Feliks pushed down the other's shoulder to kiss him on the cheek.

#polpru #polpruweek2023 #hws poland #hws prussia #hetalia fanfiction #fanfic tag 🪶 #sr. tnddr #late again sorry #and its a bit violent so if it isnt reblogged in the event blog is fine #cw mock execution #(yeah...) #im also im afraid of accidentaly copying stuff but with same charas and ships people get to same or similar conclusions #and i have a 5 minutes memory #*rocks in my chair*

[batemanofficial]

i just wanna preface this by saying that as somebody who doesn't consume fanfiction i do not have a dog in this fight but what is going on with this ao3 ddos biz. like im only really learning about it through osmosis here but im seeing reports that it's (for lack of a better term) a false flag operation to make fujoshis look oppressed (?) or, alternatively, a plot by quote-unquote "puriteens" to rid the world of the cesspool of questionable fiction that im sure exists over there...like i guess those are possibilities but do we not think that's a bit far fetched. like not everything is about the politics of being able to read ethically ambiguous superwholock smut. maybe it's getting ddos-ed because it's just a high traffic site and somebody's just looking to cause trouble. not to be like mean or whatever but some of yous are acting like they hit the pentagon and i really don't think it was ever that serious

#speak friend and enter #again i have no emotional investment in this whatsoever im just watching it unfold from my metaphorical rocking chair so to speak #but idk maybe if we're getting into virtual screaming matches with strangers about how not being able to read destiel smut is your 9/11 #then maybe we should just take a day and go fishing and not be on our phones for a while

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

i think i need someone (my mom) to tuck me in like i'm a little kid again

#oh how i miss her #she's still around but. its different since i grew up #can we pretend i'm five again and we still live in san antonio with the tire swing in the backyard? #can we pretend i still have playdates every other day with my best friends and we make cupcakes and accidentally burn popcorn? #that i don't have the crushing weight of having to grow up far too soon weighing on my heart? #that you might still love me? #i know i deserve that love from you! i know i do! #but what did i do to deserve having that ripped away from me like a tablecloth in a magician's trick? #was it all a lie? #were you never actually the sweet loving adoring mother i remember? #was it all a ruse or have i just turned so numb that i don't notice the sweetness anymore? #but can we pretend for one night. just one mama. that i had a nightmare and you let me crawl in your bed #and you sing that song about the moon and the one about butterflies #and you hold me in the rocking chair in the corner while i cry #and i think that this fear this pain this helplessness #will be the worst i'll ever feel? #can you hold me while i cry again mom? would that be ok? i know i've gotten too big to sit on your lap but can we try? #can you kiss my forehead and hand me my blanket and doll and tell me it's ok?

[vimbry]

just ate a peach for the first time in 18 years and turned into the restaurant critic from ratatouille

#no joke flashed back to drawing in my grandparents' backyard with chalk while eating one on a warm summer's day #dunno why it's been so long honestly. just sorta never picked one up again. but I swear my grandparents Always had them in #always ate a ton of grapes and tangerines growing up to because of it #imagine be in a rocking chair talking about the harvests of my youth while reading this

[simm-mouse]

Honestly I thought it would have been cool if they had the town set in countries that are well known for horse racing or breeding that's not the US. I mean I don't hate the world I just wish we had something that was outside of the US. Like Ireland, Australia, or France for example. I'm kind of sick of seeing the same old small towns that are somewhere in America. Also, we already have a juicer, The only difference is it's for wine I guess. I don't know, just maybe just update the item that's already in the eco pack. The only positive thing for me is the goats and horses. Which should have been in the cottage living pack

#my bullshit #non art #my rambles #ramblings #small rant #But I don't want another rocking chair #Just some plants on a wheel #And the same basic ass shape for a guitar again #Make new instruments please #I'm sick of getting guitars #Where are the drums #If you like those that's fine #If you like what was in the trailer as well that's fine #This is just my personal opinion

[sysig]

♥!

#Title because body text is too small to encapsulate my Big Celebration #So if you've been following along the breadcrumbs of my Real Life nonsense you'll know I moved last October/November #And since then a lot of my didn't-think-at-the-time-was-that-necessary-but-actually-turned-out-to-be-pretty-frickin'-necessary Stuff #Has been back away. Yes for six months. No I'm not happy about it either but literally what am I supposed to do about it lol #And one of those things was my hammock! My bed! My reading spot! My favourite place! #Well tied for my favourite place with my rocking chair but splitting hairs really lol #And we just straight up couldn't find it - found the base! But not the cloth-and-rope part the actual hammock bit #So we bit the bullet and just bought a new one - the old one had been fraying and snapping like mad anyway so it was time #And it finally - Finally! Arrived today ouq #It feels amaaaazzzzinnnnggggg ahhhhhhhh #I really want to draw my excitement but that would require leaving it - yes I am typing this while reclined and rocking it's delightful #And the airflow! Ah!! #The only problem(s) now are well a) I never want to leave it again lol b) it's rather large #And part of the reason we couldn't locate my Various Items was because I don't have a room yet - nowhere to put it #So it's just kinda....in the way lol #And then c).....my employer asked for a night shift. Tonight. And tomorrow. Out. So I can't sleep in my hammock :') Until Sunday #So :'D #But!!! OTHER THAN THAT!!!! Lol #Most importantly going forward I have my reading spot back ahhhhhhhh AHHHHHH #I'm gonna read so much!! I have so many reading plans!!!!!! #HAMMOCK!! AHH!! #Update: She called off ahhhhhhHHHHHH

[braywashed]

don’t let the fact that br@y can get it or the fact that i listen to songs about chicks m@sturbating with crucifixes or have an art book filled with biomechanical body horror sexuaI depictions deter you from thinking i’m sincere about saying i’m a c e alright just don’t fuckin worry about it

#this is me calling myself out #i may have made this post before but i don't remember and i'm making it again #SHIT IS A SPECTRUM AND MY WEIRD FUCKIN INTERESTS IN THE HUMAN CONDITION ARE NO ONES CONCERN #ITS DISGUSTING AND I WANT NO PART OF IT #me sliding up to a fictional character waggling my eyebrows because they just happen to smash my ONE BUTTON #don't pay attention to that alright don't pay attention to the rocking chair behind the curtain.

[iloveyoumorethansoup]

My beloved friend who has been with me the longest is suffering from root rot so u can guess that I’ll be spending lots of time in the plant area of hardware stores this weekend

#if I make it to class it’ll be a miracle #bestie is my first and foremost concern #to be fair. i had to cut off a fair bit off the root so I also have to wait for it to scab over #so. i should probably go to class. bc I gotta let it sit and dry for like at least 2 days #but I gotta go find a pot with better drainage (or drill holes but it’s ceramic so that’s scary) go get some fungicide and rooting hormone #literally. this is my longest living plant. i lost my favorite plant last spring and I am not willing to lose another #and it’s an aloe. so. I’m not all that worried #also. this is the plant that many years ago I threw a towel onto my chair accidentally hit the plant it fell on the ground out the pot #and i left it bc I was busy and also incapable of doing tasks due to mental illness #so I expected to get back to it the next day. didn’t. next day? didn’t. a week went by #and then in the middle of the night I’m like oh my god it’s gonna die if I stay like this and don’t fix it #and I repotted it. that’s why the root is so bendy. oh and then like a few months later my mom knocked it over and it was out of its pot #again! this time only for like half a day. and then my roommate knocked it over last year and I had to repot it #i got it a bigger pot after that and filled the bottom with rocks so it wouldn’t tip so easy and it hasn’t fallen over since #so. considering what it’s been through. oh and it’s driven cross country with me 3 times so far #but yeah I’m not terribly worried #soup talks #also my kitchen is covered top to bottom in powdered sugar from pumpkin rolls

[icterid-rubus]

I am happy to report that my childcare reflexes have not dimmed as just today I pulled a cirque du soleil worthy feat of launching myself from the kitchen to the front door in two seconds flat because the neighbor kid turned up and I’d misheard them that their sibling needed to go to the hospital. In fact, their parent was ill and they needed a ride to school.

#twice I’ve utilized those new found caretaker speeds #once when I saw a toddler pulling the rocking chair over onto a month old infant. i managed to clear the room before as it fell #and catch it before it hit the baby (although I absolutely destroyed my thigh and arm muscle doing it. it was nuts. #and then once again when I ran across the room to perform abdominal thrusts in a preschooler. super sucky. traumatizing. #cried in the bathroom afterwards. kid was totally fine though #children in mortal peril is what’s required to get me to move

[358-2-genders]

Curse of both autism and joints problems is rolling putty between your fingers till your thumbs feel like they're on fire in such an excruciating way. Literally my least harmful stim what else am i supposed to do

#like??? ok. it hurts. can i stop now? no? ok. sorry for asking brain #literally what else do i do? punch myself in the head? i will be yelled at. rock aggressively? hurts my back. flapping? wrists. ow #i miss the swivel chair i could spin in. and chewlery. i miss chewing on things!!! #now i just bite my self again. fucked up and evil #this is technically. #heart.marceline #but this is a collective thing not just me #actuallyautistic #sure ill add. 1 real tag

[ariaste]

listen ok so i made some good jokes yesterday about Lestat having an onlyfans but i am back today with a new essay and this one is entitled

Why The Invention Of Social Media Is Going to Permanently Save Loustat's Fucking Marriage

come on this journey with me.

ok so on one hand we have Louis, who does not like to leave the house except when he absolutely fucking has to and even then he resents it. my man wants to be at home with a book 100% of the time and he's so fucking valid for that. When he leaves the house, bad things happen to him. He has learned this and honestly i can't fault his evidence. it sucks out there. it truly incredibly sucks out there.

the problem is that sometimes he is married to lestat, who starts clawing at the walls if people aren't paying attention to him for 12 consecutive seconds, and being Out Of The House is the best place for him to go foraging for People To Pay Attention To Him. my man once had a rock star career the way that some people get addicted to meth brewed in a trashcan in someone's garage. Louis, through no fault of his own, is simply not capable of filling this psychological need no matter how hard he tries, except he should not even HAVE to try like that, because no one can do it, because Lestat is fucked up and like wasn't hugged enough as a child or something

this imbalance in their relationship is the core source of all their marital problems since day 1: THIS man's idea of a good time is chilling on the sofa in silence and maybe staring contemplatively at the wall for a while, and THIS man starts self-destructing at a truly astonishing rate if no one is making eye contact with him. If you make Louis go outside and socialize with people, he's miserable and sulking and whining about "are we done can we go home". If you make Lestat sit in silence in a chair for five minutes he starts crying and claiming that No One Has Ever Loved Him, Ever, Ever, And No One Understands Him, And He Hates Everyone In This House and He Is Being Actively Neglected And Cruelly Mistreated Right Now And No One Even Bothers To Feel Sorry For Him, This Is BASICALLY Domestic Violence Against Him Personally, If Only Anyone Knew About The Quiet Hidden Tragedies Of An Unhappy Marriage, and then he breaks some furniture and a window and isn't seen again for six weeks and comes back like "you will not believe what just happened, i [checks notes] met Merlin and also a dragon who gave me three wishes, brb i'm going to write another book about it :))))"

all you fucking have to do to fix their problems is to hand Lestat a cellphone and say the words "do you know about social media? you can say whatever shit you want and there's always someone awake in some time zone to talk to you." Suddenly Lestat is now very interested in sitting quietly on the couch, Lounging Alluringly and posting thirst traps on instagram and finally getting emotional fulfillment from all the likes and comments of "omg???? omg this is the hottest man alive". he does not have to leave the house anymore to get his attention meth. His yawning abyss of neediness is being fulfilled by having parasocial relationships with millions of strangers online who all think he's sexy and don't have to experience how fucking awful he is up close. he can flirt pointlessly with 200 people at once which is FINALLY ENOUGH FLIRTATIONS FOR HIM TO SATISFACTORILY JUGGLE

Meanwhile Louis is 3 feet away, vaguely reflecting to himself that HE is feeling all emotionally fulfilled because they're spending this great Quality Time together in perfect silence while he reads his book and Lestat plays on his cellular telephone and only OCCASIONALLY giggles to himself or says "louis which of these photos do you think is sexier, the one with four buttons undone or the one with five buttons undone" Louis is feeling like his Opinion is being Valued, Louis feels like he is being Consulted on Matters that are Important To Lestat. He has opinions about the photographs. It is not that much trouble to be interrupted from staring philosophically at the wall to spend five seconds looking at a photograph and then saying "that one". Finally he is experiencing Cozy Domesticity. he is so horny about it. lestat is surprised and bewildered about the sudden sharp increase in the amount of sex he is now getting but before he can make any vaguely mean comments about it (bc he's confused and vaguely defensive and worried that it's going to stop out of nowhere and he doesn't know any other interpersonal skills for expressing a thought) his phone pings about how he's just broken 5 million followers on instagram and he totally forgets to even mention the sex thing, which means that he continues getting the sex instead of inciting an argument about the sex and going through his 800th divorce from Louis

all their friends are extremely confused when a whole month, and then six months, and then a year goes by without another Loud Divorce happening and no one crashing through their front door like "I HAVE TO SLEEP IN YOUR GUEST COFFIN FOR THE NEXT MONTH, HE IS INTOLERABLE". They are worried. they are concerned. what is going on over there. are they both dead. no, they can't both be dead, Lestat just posted another tiktok of him sucking on his own fingers, which he would not be doing if Louis were dead. there is an ecosystem collapse happening in the groupchat and it's because the main Drama Vectors have been neutralized

#interview with the vampire #the vampire chronicles #iwtv #iwtv amc #loustat

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Simon taking care of you when you accidentally injured yourself. Just fluff cuz I need fluff :D .

cw: pet names (princess, love etc.)

“Simon, I’m home!”

You opened the front door, only to see Simon sitting on the couch. Hearing your voice, he raised his head from the book he was infatuated with these days, and a low hum left him as a welcome.

“I’ll go shower first, the weather’s hot as hell, and I’m stink.”

You tossed the key onto the plate, nonchalantly passed your lover, but Simon could sense the difference in your movements.

“Stop.”

He stood up from the couch, and came straight towards you.

Oh no, you’re so fucked up.

“Hey, Si! I’m dirty! put me down!”

Simon ignored your yelling, scooping you up and over his shoulder.

“Don’t move.”

He demanded, and you swallowed hard when he grabbed your left ankle, and lifted the trouser legs.

“You’re hiding this from me?” His coffee-like brown eyes narrowed in disapproval, throwing you daggers while all you could do was let out a sigh.

“Sorry, Simon. Don’t want to concern you.”

Crooking his eyebrow, Simon darted his eyes back to observe the wound on your left calf. A long, deep cut went across half of your flesh, blood just managed to stop dripping, and fortunately didn’t stick your injury to the clothes.

“Where do you get this?”

“The parking lot of the market. Didn’t see a rock and stumble over it, and the pin sticking out of a wall dug into my leg when I tried to steady myself.” You shrugged.

You knew he was worried and hated to see you get hurt, that’s why you try to sneak to the bathroom and deal with it yourself. Simon’s eyes softened when he learned how you get yourself injured, but you had a feeling that he wouldn’t allow you to do things alone for at least a week.

“let’s go shower.” He picked you up swiftly as if you weighed nothing, and you just melted into his touch.

“You gonna help me?” Even though you knew the answer, you still asked when he strode to the bathroom.

“You think there’s other options?”

“... No.”

“Good Girl.” planting a kiss on your forehead, he kicked open the door.

“Close your eyes, don’t want to sting them, love.”

Your satisfied grumble when his hands attentively scratched your head made Simon chuckle. He put you in the warm bathtub, and the little chair looked comical under his bulky stature, but you didn’t laugh at him this time, instead focusing on his hands.

His hands, working magically through your hair, carefully not to tug your hair with too much strength. The hands that always protect you, the hands that are littered with scars, soaked with blood, but massage your shoulders when you are tired, shuffle your hair when you playfully argue with him, place on your belly when he hugs you from behind and whispered his affection to you.

He reserved all his tenderness to you, and you wondered why you were lucky enough to have this man as yours.

“Told you to close your eyes, love.”

You smiled when Simon finally discovered you had been staring at him from the start.

“Am I not allowed to watch my beautiful husband?”

“Don’t complain when the sud run into those pretty eyes then.” He huffed out a laugh.

When it came to you, he just couldn’t do anything but surrender to your adorable cheekiness. He thought when he couldn’t help but give your cheek a peck.

You sat on the edge of your bed now. Simon had dry your hair, and made you put on your underwear and his black shirt.

He was kneeling in front of you now, picking through the gauze and disinfectant. He seemed to find all the things he needed. Placing them aside, he took your ankle in his hand again.

“It’ll hurt a bit.”

He traced circles on your thigh to soothe the pain when he sprayed the antiseptic on your wound and waited for it to dry.

“You’re doing well, love. We’re almost finished.”

He cooed when he saw you blinked away a tear hanging on the corner of your eye.

Nodding, you watched him cover the wound with gauze and secure it.

“Thank you, Si.”

You chanted softly when his thumb caressed on the tape. Simon didn’t let go of your ankle when you thanked him, but landed a kiss beside the gauze.

“A spell for faster healing” The childish glints in his eyes were obvious when he lifted his head to meet your eyes.

“Don’t know you’re such a romantic person, baby.” You poke his cheek with a laugh.

“Guess there’s more of me yet for you to figure out.

He threw the bottles back into the medkit, and finally stood up after kneeling for ten minutes.

“Anything you want now, princess?”

“cuddle with me, Simon. The wound hurts.”

“Who’s the one trying to hide it thirty minutes ago?”

Lying on your back on the bed, his blonde hair shined under the light, but not brighter than the languid smirk he wore on his lips.

“Are you saying you don’t want to cuddle with me now?”

“Are there other options?”

“of course not, handsome.” You worm yourself into the comforter, and beckoned him to join you.

Slump down on the bed, he wiggled himself into his usual cuddling posture, arms snaked around your waist, and covered your belly with his palm.

“Anything for you, love.” You felt he kissed the shell of your ear when your eyes closed under the coziness.

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Short Stories:

Let Me In

Yandere Francis Mosses (Doppelgänger) x GN Reader

Swish. Swish.

You leaned back as your foot steadily rocked the cushioned seat of your desk chair from side to side. It was yet another boring day of being the doorman for this apartment complex. Yet you couldn’t help the shudder run down your spine from time to time since you constantly felt under surveillance. Then again, perhaps you were going slightly insane from working such long hours in such a narrow space? There was no way someone would stalk you of all people… right?

You let out a low chuckle at your thoughts. You recently felt as if your days melt together. It was the same routine every single day. Stop the doppelgängers from entering the apartment complex. Check their IDs and entry requests. Call their room. You were tired of this consistent repetitive pattern! You wanted some excitement for once-

“Hello.” You jumped to attention when a handsome man stood before you. Your eyes nearly shot out of your head at the blood that stained his face. Was it macabre of you to find that attractive. “I just got off work and I’d like to call it a day in my apartment.”

“Y-you have a little.” Your breath hitched when he wiped the blood off with his thumb and gave you the faintest of smiles.

“Ah. I hadn’t realized I made a mess earlier. Thank you.” The man then handed you his ID and entry request. Francis Mosses was it? He was indeed a looker and his ID checked out… but he wasn’t on today’s list.

“I’m sorry, Francis. You’re not on the list today-“ you scream when he slammed his hands on the window. His half-lidded eyes now wide open and bloodshot. This man no longer looked like an angel, but rather a demon. A demon that would no doubt rip you apart and swallow you whole.

“I’m not on the list? I’m sure you could let me in.” You quickly push the emergency button but his large hands grab the metal doors before you can shut them completely. You gulp when you spot the veins bulging from his gray hands. “Haven’t you been bored lately? You always look so lonely at your desk… I’m sure I could show you a good time.”

Well, Francis wasn’t wrong- no! You can’t endanger the residents! You dialed the D.D.D’s number with haste which made the doppelgänger sigh.

“Fine! Have it your way.” Francis casted you one last look. “But I will be back. And you will let me in. Remember, I’m always watching.”

You deflated like a ballon and sunk back into your chair. Your body felt as if your bones had completely melted from how scared you were… you’ve never encountered such an aggressive doppelgänger before…

“You have contacted the D.D.D. A group of agents has been sent to your building.” The garbled voice on the other end of the line brought you back down to reality.

You sighed and leaned forward to put your face in your palms. What on earth did Francis mean that he would always be watching?

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