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aestheticpearl · 10 hours

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— 𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐚

✧·˚ it's not fair when things don't go as planned someone ends up getting hurt. xanthus should know that by now and now he must face the consequences.

warnings. blood, gore, torture, body horror, heavy angst

your heart was pounding your ears as you were struggling in audric’s iron grip, trying to free yourself to be with xanthus who was struggling to get to you before he could hurt you. you were terrified, shaking with tears in your eyes, trying to brace yourself for whatever pain was in store for you.

“is this it?! is this your revenge? i told you what happened was a mistake i’m sorry!” xanthus pleaded while still actively struggling.

“what you’ve done cannot be undone lawrence. so, i will do what i must to make you feel my pain. your mistake killed my family, this is my revenge.”

audric’s grip on your wrist tightens and you fear he’ll break it. you look to xanthus, try to find some sort of reassurance that you’ll be okay, but you can’t see any evidence of emotions that would bring you the comfort.

“your quarrel is with me, not them! please audric, they’re all i have.”

“my family was all i had.” audric says coldly before biting his wrist to draw blood.

he takes enough time to let xanthus process what his next move is going to be and watches as xanthus’ face drops at the realization.

“no! don’t do this! love don’t drink it!”

before you realize what, he’s talking about audric’s wrist is pressed against your mouth, unintentionally tasting the bitter blood. after audric knows you’ve had a taste he throws you to the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of you and you hear the sickening crack of your skull on the cement floor.

“love! please! love look at me!” xanthus’ voice is muffled and there’s a ringing your head.

you touch your head to find blood seeping from it. you’re too scared to look for the source of it on your head, you’ve always been squeamish with injuries.

“first dose.” audric states before grabbing you by your hair, you scream in pain. “don’t worry, i won’t kill you yet, i want you to suffer.”

“stop it! you’re hurting them!” xanthus’ pleads fall on deaf ears as audric drags you out of the room while you scream in pain.

the heavy door slams shut and xanthus can hear the automatic lock click, now muffling your cries of pain. he slams his fist against the wall of his cell and holds back tears of frustration. he can feel the pain you’re in and it’s excruciating, if it’s bad for him he knows it’s even worse for you.

“xanthus?”

“i’m fine dontis, i just need to get out of this cell.”

“how are we going to do that?”

“i have an idea.”

your weak body hits the cold ground in a dark room, and you don’t have the strength to move your body to face audric’s large figure, but you watch his shadow loom over you.

“please don’t do this…” you cry out weakly.

“i hate to lie and say it’s nothing personal, but it very much is.” he gets down on one knee and forces you to drink more of his blood.

the dark substance is spread all over your face and it makes you feel sick that your captors blood heals your wounds. you know better though; you know it only so he can inflict more wounds on you without killing you. he’s using you to torture xanthus because he knows hurting you will hurt him more than anything else.

“second dose.” he whispers under his breath before pulling out a notebook and writing something down and leaving the room, letting the door close and lock behind him. you close your eyes and pray that you don’t wake up in the same hell you’re in currently.

unfortunately for you, you awake in the same hell as before. it’s too dark for you to tell if your eyes are even open and you’re unsure if you’re even awake until the door swings open to reveal audric’s figure along with another unknown person.

“feeding time, love.”

the use of the pet name xanthus gave you makes your stomach turn. you struggle to sit up to face him, your whole-body aches in pain with the torture that you’ve experienced. once you properly look up at the two men standing in the doorway, your blood runs cold at the vampire that is clearly starving that audric is holding back without any effort.

“don’t be scared, the pain you feel is only temporary.”

audric let’s the vampire loose as it jumps onto you and starts attacking you, grabbing any limbs it can and biting down harshly on them. it’s like being stabbed over and over again with a knife, you are unsure if they’re even drinking your blood or just leaving puncture wounds everywhere.

your body heals with each dose of vampiric blood but it’s your mental state that is quickly deteriorating. every sudden movement, every unexpected noise has you on edge and you can’t find peace in the darkness of the room you’re kept in, and you fear for what might be in the room with you. you are only human after all.

once the vampire finishes the pain it inflicts on your body you’re roughly pushed back down to the cold ground. the air is knocked out of you at the sudden force, and you choke out a breath.

“audric, please.” you sound broken. “i want to go home.” tears well in your eyes at the mention of home. you’re beyond scared and the thought of being safe again brings you to tears.

"don't you see? this is your new home, you are never leaving this place; you are never getting out of here..." he lets out a dark chuckle. "...alive at least."

the pain you feel is intense before audric uses his blood to heal you again. the shock that this is doing to your weakened body only makes you feel worse, you start to wonder if you'll ever leave this place, and you hope that this pain you are feeling is only from you and not from the bond. you pray that xanthus isn't as affected by what audric is doing to you. you hope that it isn't affecting him, that he's not letting him win by showing that he can feel the pain.

xanthus is very much affected by the torture that you are being put through, he feels every sharp pain, every spike of anxiety that you experience, it rattles him to his very core. dontis tries his best to help his friend with a form of mediation to help him push through and not give audric the big reactions that he's looking for; breathing exercises are the most helpful and dontis shows his support by breathing through it with him.

a part of him feels guilty for not reacting to your pain. the most he does is flinch at the pain for just a split second before acting as though nothing happened. xanthus tries to count the days by counting each second into each minute into an hour and so on, but eventually he loses count and he has no way to track the time.

time seems to drag on and you do your best to try to fight through the pain that you’re being put through, but your mind feels numb; likes you’ve checked out mentally. this doesn’t go unnoticed by audric and he says it’s time.

“up you go.” audric pulls you up roughly by your arm so harshly that due to your lack of nutrition you know it will bruise badly. “it’s time to see your bond.”

your ears perk up at the mention on seeing xanthus again. you wonder what state he has been left in, hopefully a better one than you.

your weak body is dragged through the empty bare halls that echo the sound of footsteps on the smooth cement floor. a patchy trail of blood follows you due to the open wounds littered around your skin from the last ‘feeding’ session taht audric decided not to heal. the pain from them is numb to you, audric’s control over your mind makes it so, if it wasn’t for what he had already done you would’ve mistaken it for pity but you know better and that he’s only doing it so you don’t fight back.

audric stops at a large bolted shut door and drops the hold on your arm to open it. you hit the ground harder than you mean to, failing to catch yourself. your head hits the cold floor and you hear the familiar sound of cracking and then the warmth of blood dripping down the side of your face.

“bleeding again? gosh you humans are so fragile.” audric spits out while pushing the door open and grabbing your arm to throw you into the room. your rag doll of a body is slammed against a cage that rattles at the force and you swear you can feel your already broken ribs puncture a lung causing you to cough violently and struggle to breathe properly.

“..love?”

xanthus.

his voice nearly makes you burst into tears, it sounds so soft and is filled with concern.

“i must say lawrence, they’re a lot stronger than i thought they would be.” audric pulls you aways from the cage and lifts you to your feet that you can’t stand on without audric holding you up.

your head is pounding and everything is blurry through your eyes, but you try your hardest to focus on xanthus. he’s standing in front of you trying to assess all of the damage that audric has done to you.

“you’re going to be fine love, d-don’t worry. we’ll get you out of here and fix you up.” xanthus’ voice hitches as he looks at the fresh blood on your face.

audric lets out a loud laugh.

“oh lawrence, you always did know how to make me laugh.” he says, readjusting you to be in front of him. “you are never getting out of here.”

you suddenly feel a wave of release wash over you and you realize you can move on your own. the pain shoots through you and grip the bars to stop yourself from falling over. you feel xanthus’ hands cover your own. the small action plus the ridiculous amount of pain your in makes your tears flow freely down your cheeks as you look up to lock eyes with xanthus. his expression scares you even more, he’s mortified at the state your in.

you can’t bare to look at him any longer with that expression painted on his face. your legs fail you and you end up on the ground meekly holding onto the bars still. xanthus quickly gets down to your level trying to see if you’re breathing.

“i-i’m sorry xanthus.” you choke out your words, pushing through the pain just to speak to him. “i’m so scared, i-i tried to be b-brave and i failed.”

“it’s okay love, you’ve been so brave, i’m so proud of you love. you didn’t fail me i promise.” he sounds like he’s pleading with you to stay strong.

“i think it’s time to put them out of their misery, don’t you think lawrence?” audric asks harshly pulling you away from him.

“no! audric let them go!”

audric’s hand grips your hair tightly, making the open wound on your skull bleed more down your face.

“just smell that delicious blood lawrence. you really know how to pick them huh?”

the smell of your blood was driving xanthus insane. he was hungry but it was overshadowed by the anger he felt at the fact you were bleeding and badly hurt.

audric pulls a knife from behind him and traces the sharp blade on your jawline. you can hear xanthus practically growl at the action.

tears roll down your cheeks onto the reflective blade being now held tightly at your throat. you look to xanthus for any kind of comfort and the only thing on his face is panic and soon your blood paints his features as he lets out a horrific scream.

the hurt stops.

then it starts again.

it’s a piercing pain that travels through every nerve in your system and shocks you awake. you’re still in the same room on the floor covered in blood, you see xanthus free from his cage standing over what seems to be a body that you can only assume is audric.

every part of you aches and you sit up from your place on the floor. xanthus sees you move through his peripheral vision and turns to face you.

“i’m sorry.” he apologizes. “i couldn’t save you in time. the bond is broken.”

he looks at you differently, theres no ounce of affection for your in his eyes anymore. you can only see the pain in them and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“xanthus?”

he walks over to you and offers a hand.

“come. let’s find dontis and leave.”

his words are as cold as the hand that you take.

“you’re a vampire now.”

inspired by this post by @belladonnadawn thank you so much for the idea

i think this has been in the works since i saw the post which was like months ago i’m just glad i finally finished it.

(p.s i was thinking of making a part two to this but idk yet so let me know how you feel)

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

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sourlove · 18 hours

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My Mistake ~ YANDERE TODOROKI SHOTO

TW: KIDNAPPING (REGRETFULLY), DELUSION, BLACKMAIL, IMPLIED MURDER, IMPLIED VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF MAFIA AND GANG ACTIVITIES

A/N: THIS WAS INSPIRED BY A 'REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPT' ORIGINALLY CREATED BY @out-of-jams

"Listen, I know this might seem sudden, but I have to get this off my chest. I think I've fallen in love with you."

Slowly, you turn to face owner of the heterochromatic eyes gazing up at you. From where he was tied up. On a chair. In your basement.

"...come again?"

The man you had just kidnapped, with the intent of holding for ransom, blushed. "I think- no, I know I've fallen in love with you."

You smiled faintly, emphasis on 'faint' because there was nothing you wanted to do more than pass out and wake up from this nightmare. Todoroki Shoto was nothing but a spoiled, rich kid on paper. Sure, his father had significant power but that also meant you could charge much more for his release when you kidnapped him.

Unfortunately, hindsight was a coldhearted bitch. How were you supposed to know that he had his own fucking gang? What 23 year old man had that kind of power?? Why is it that the one time you decide to test your luck to get some extra cash, you kidnap a mafia boss???

"From the moment you tried to use that chloroform on me, I-I felt something," Todoroki rambled, interrupting your thoughts. "I was confused at first at the audacity but once I pretended to faint and you dragged me, very painfully I must say, to your van, I knew it had to be fate. I had read about fate before, but I never imagined that it would be this..." He trailed off and stared at your face in dreamlike wonder. "...beautiful."

You laughed awkwardly, silently noting the possibility of brain damage from when you moved him. "That's great man, but look-"

"It's more than great!" He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming excitedly as the ropes strained against him. "Nothing has ever made me feel this way before: flowers, money, the works, but the moment you tied me up, I knew we were-!"

"Look the whole kidnapping thing was a mistake. okay?" You interrupted abruptly. You ran your hands through your hair in frustration. Who knows how long you had until someone found you?

Todoroki's smile melted of his face. "A...mistake?"

"Yes! Exactly! It was just a wrong place, wrong time kind of situation! And I am sooooo sorry so let's just forget this ever happened and I'll even drop you off wherever you need to go." You finished with a nice 'im-so-sorry-for-kidnapping-you-please-dont-kill-me' smile.

He stared at you blankly for a full minute, making you sweat nervously. There was obviously a screw loose in his head and you really hoped you hadn't provoked him too badly.

"So you mean you never planned to kidnap me?" he asked quietly.

You shook your head. "I didn't. I'm sorry? I think..."

The silence echoed throughout the basement as precious seconds ticked by. Your hands itched to do something, but what? You weren't a murderer and there was no way you wouldn't face some kind of consequence so the only way out was to convince him to let the matter slide.

"Liar."

Todoroki chuckled at your dumbfounded expression. "Do you really I would believe that you kidnapped me, Shoto Todoroki, for a mere ransom?" He smiled adoringly up at you and you felt a chill run down your spine. "You wouldn't do something like this," he nodded down at his binds "For someone you don't love."

You backed away slowly. "Hey, you've got the wrong idea, I-"

"No, no I don't have wrong ideas," Todoroki drawled. "In fact I think I might be very right about this one soon."

"W-what...?" Suddenly, a loud pounding came from your front door above the basement. Loud, angry voices spilled into your home and stomped around, obviously looking for something. Or someone.

Todoroki looked almost apologetic as he smiled. "It looks like you'll have to make your choice now, my love. You just ran out of time."

You swore and hastily began cutting at his rope bindings as he watched in amusement. Fuck it. It was better to hang off the arm of this psycho than get caught by his men as his kidnapper. And he knew it too. You wanted to punch his stupidly pretty smug face.

"I'm so glad you decided to see thing my way, darling," Todoroki sighed, wrapping his arms around you. "And since you wanted me so badly, I'll give you exactly what you desire." He pressed your foreheads together just as the basement door splintered open.

"From now on, I'm never letting you out of my sight~"

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devilsskettle · 8 months

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really unhappy with what we do in the shadows rn tbh. i want my boy to kill

#what happened to the fucked up shit. why don’t they want to commit to the fucked up shit anymore #also maybe why the humor is falling flat for me?#the original film and first season or two of the show relies on the juxtaposition between the darkness of vampire stories vs the mundanity #incompetence and silliness of the mockumentary format #watching the pilot right after watching s5e10 is like. complete whiplash wrt tone and style #i don’t like silly little gags with no setup and nonsensical fantasy lore that doesn’t really tie into the whole Vampire thing #tbh i do get why people still like the show like maybe i’m just not the right audience but the show has changed a LOT without actually #committing to any of the big writing choices that could possibly make the writers get creative about the dynamics between the characters smh #whatever whatever i just miss when my boy was my boy. rip #and when there were consequences for the characters. and payoff.#and humor. but you know. whatever

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hellsbeenbettersincehesplit · 25 days

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i want to use a chappell roan lyric for a fanfic title so badly you guys have no idea what anguish im in

#i love her music SO MUCH #the problem is that im not interested in writing romantic ships #bc. yk. aro #but when im thinking of titles i usually manage to think of something more descriptive #still someday i WILL make my love of her music clear #just. hasn't happened yet :(#it'd be one thing if i was using lyrics in general #but even in shifting vertebrae it's usually just what the chapter is about #and in consequences of believing demons it's going to be episode titles #anyway you haven't lived if you haven't listened to the rise and fall of a midwest princess #dont put it on shuffle just play it through i promise you wont regret it #not hazbin

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tojiswhore-nanamisslut · 3 months

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One of the things I really love about jujutsu kaisen is how raw it is. Like there's 0 sugar coating. The characters are flawed and sometimes make the wrong choices, with dire consequences. It's repeated two different times that they're sorcerers, not heroes. They aren't going to save everyone, and that's not the goal. Instead, we've seen choosing who to save, even if it's dangerous, as a recurring theme.

First with Gojo and Geto in their high school days when they decide to save Riko, despite knowing that it could have significant repercussions:

And then again when Gojo chooses to spare Geto after he defects, once again with dangerous consequences:

Megumi makes his revelation after meeting Yuuji and it's the first time we see him explain that sorcerers aren't heroes. By saving Yuuji, he acknowledges that he's putting a lot of other people at risk, but he's choosing to save him:

Yuuji begins with the idea that he wants to give people a proper/natural death, but then questions his ideals after failing to save Junpei:

He faces a harsh reality when he fails to save a single person in Shibuya. This is where we see a shift in his motivation. He's not trying to be a hero anymore. He's trying to kill curses:

In the aftermath, Megumi once again repeats that they're not heroes, they're sorcerers i.e. they can't save everyone. But he tries to encourage Yuuji by reminding him of his original ideals, and telling Yuuji to start by saving him:

But, Yuuji once again fails despite everything. Despite his conviction to end his own life in exchange for everyone else:

And in a way I think that's kind of a central theme within the story: it's not about succeeding in saving people, it's about trying and failing. It's about accepting that you can't and very much won't save everyone, and finding the courage to keep going because you're not a hero, you're a jujutsu sorcerer.

#posts #jjk #jujusu kaisen #jjk meta #jjk analysis #this took a long time to write because there's honestly so much else i could talk about #and these also aren't the only instances of this theme there's gojo saving yuuta and yuuta saving yuuji #but yuuji's character development has just been so fascinating and heartbreaking to watch #and honestly jjk is a tragedy at its core i think #actions have consequences no matter your intentions or who you are #these are literal teenagers risking their lives and the jujutsu world is cruel and unyielding #you will not be spared just because it would be the right thing to happen #but i think it really sets the tone for the jujutsu world and jjk as a story #this is not a fairytale #there are no heroes #there's just jujutsu sorcerers. humans. doing their best despite being flawed and sometimes making the wrong choices #and then having to live with those consequences #mine

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lordelmelloi2 · 1 year

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I wrote all that stuff yesterday about being lonely and coping and then proceeded to get into an argument with my father over text in which he said I didn’t deserve his or my stepmom’s love & attention bc of something I can’t even remember that happened when I was severely mentally ill like 8 years ago so I’m like. Well. Emotionally crushed. Happy birthday to Rose tomorrow I guess

#How am I supposed to feel joy about being alive when the people who brought me into this world don't even treat me like a human being #And then my father still refuses to admit his role in the conflicts we've had #Or that his method of approaching emotional matters is abusive #I'm just like. sick to death of all of this...#sorry I swore to not like write about stuff as they happen anymore on this blog but this is so soul crushing to me to just have it like #admitted up front like this by my father. like okay awesome great Both my parents actively despise me for not being their Ideal Child #both my parents refusing to acknowledge the ways they've made me mentally ill and constructively work on it OR get me therapy #and then being upset when that has consequences. the lack of foresight with both of them is making me insane #If You Had Listened To Me. And Gotten Me In Therapy. Things Would've Been Better. Why Are You So Fucking Obstinate About That #note that my father doesn't even know I have DID because he doesn't believe we have severe mental illness at all he just thinks we're like #intrinsically choosing to be fucked up all the time for some reason #I just feel so sick to my stomach anymore like cool awesome both my parents admit they do not think I deserve love at all. Okay #Okay awesome we're in Rose is Inherently Undeserving of Love World. That's the world we live in #Cool great thanks I'll just live the Rest of my Life desperate to figure out how to be Deserving of Love. And devour myself in that Cycle #Awesome the fact that Rose was born is a Scourge on the World I guess because I am an Inherently Bad Person because I was Born. Great!#okay enough tag spamming fuck life i am going to go eat a turkey sandwich but ugh fuck. fuck everything fuck being alive

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dapper-nahrwhale · 1 year

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Vibrating with the force of 10000 suns with thoughts about my dndads time loop apocalypse au that I shan't say because I dont want to give away too much

#but this just means i have to forgo perfectionism and just WRITE it all.#b.text #dndads #dndads time loop au #i just. i love stories where the crux of it is accepting this is how it is and there is no changing that and that is what changes it. like.#mwah. love stories where two characters who never interact have a profound friendship. love stories that deal with the events of the thing #in the most round about ways. love stories where things arent solved easily where its more than just talking it out.#where the consequences are happening to you and only you know and it feels so lonely but you arent alone #and where the wolrd ends every day. but you press on nonetheless. because giving up isnt an option and you need to save your family.#and where the world ends every day but you forget after a while because its all the same anyways. its less of giving up and more of #never starting to try. and more of having already accepted youre stuck here because you dont have the drive to get out of a second #time prison of your own accidental making.#because you dont really have ylur family not anymore. the thing that drove you to break out before isnt there.#smth smth parallels made between sparrow and glenn in this are so good. like!!!!!#ok im done now. time to do things that arent writing this :(

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murphycooper · 2 years

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ozark really expects me to believe jonah would do ruth dirty like that huh?

#they were ride or die what the fuck was that???????????#the way his character did an 180 on season 3 and it was amazing and then in the last ten minutes of the show he did another 180...#for NO REASON WHATSOEVER other than bad shitty writing #ozark #ozark spoilers #'his name is javi elizondro. i'll tell you everything i know.' WHERE WAS THIS ENERGYYYYYYYYYY #the way i thought ruth and jonah would leave the ozarks with the baby marty was gonna work for the fbi #and charlotte would die in the car accident driving wendy full insane and none of that happened #the fact marty did NOT CARE ABOUT RUTH AT ALL in the final episode and wendy cared more about her than him #make it make sense #the fact the ending was the most incoherent and ridiculous bullshit i have ever seen in my life #the way they are apparently inhuman and get away with every single thing and suffer no consequences for their actions #they are the mary sue of crime

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fortes-fortuna-iogurtum · 1 year

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#ELIZA STOP LYING TO AND MANIPULATING PEOPLE PLZZZZZZ #EVEN WHEN THEY'RE BAD PEOPLE #EVEN WHEN YOU REALLY REALLY NEED TO FIND OUT IMPORTANT INFO TO STOP BAD THINGS TM FROM HAPPENING #JUST. FIND BETTER WAYS TO DO YOUR DETECTIVE-ING.#listen I //understand// why she does it #and I know it's supposed to make her a ~sharp and sly investigator~#but it *bothers* me how much she uses people and their ambitions against them with apparently no remorse #if she has judged you a Bad Person than she has absolutely no qualms with lying to manipulating and possibly doing very real damage to #your social standing and reputation #and I UNDERSTAND that She doesn't think reputation and social standing mean much. and she doesn't care two figs about anyone's #attempts to get in good with those of higher social rank.#and yet....... she is constantly trying to improve the reputation of her detective agency and achieve more equal social standing with #male detectives #so WHY is THAT different??? and why doesn't the story ever really allow her to suffer the consequences of using people like this???#ramblings #not putting this one in the tag bc I don't wanna attract people coming to argue with me lol #and I'm not trying to be a hater :')#I just wish this show had better writing. bc it could be so much more interesting and compelling if it did.#tag ramble

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pictureswithboxes · 1 year

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I cannot stand Miles (for the most part), and I’m so surprised by how well I write him. Because again, I do not care for this man.

#he’s a good character #don’t get me wrong #i just don’t like him all that much #perhaps it’s just that he does whatever the fuck he wants and has no real consequences #like yeah that thing with mvk happens and he gets accused of murder #but where are the consequences for faking his death???#where are the consequences for all those ppl he probably framed for murder???#a consequence In this context is not a punishment #but the direct result of his actions actually affecting him #and he’s such a fandom darling that you really don’t see fanon doing that either #he’s got so much guilt and honestly it’s not properly placed #he feels guilty for Fran being shot meanwhile has anyone ever even thought about how many ppl hes potentially had a hand in killing #via death penalty of course!!!!!!#perhaps it’s less I hate him and more I hate how hes handled.#i don’t think every character must sacrifice themselves to be redeemed but I do think they need to put in the work if they don’t want to be #a villain. ya know????#i wrote a lot in these tags #my writes

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sleepygaymerdisease · 2 years

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people will really say "dont like dont read" and then sob and scream when someone calls them out for being weird. like ummm take ur own advice? dont read the anon hate then lol

#ask to tag #anyway. that post going around rn is hilarious. theyre like 'UM IM A REAL PERSON!!!' when people are just spam-replying wikipedia articles #in the notes. like how is this the worst thing that happened to you... you paid for people to see your post.#also ive gotta say. the 'theres a real person behind this blog :/' thing is a funny argument because they write fanfic about real people.#like. that didnt stop you when you wanted to write stuff. what a lack of self awareness.#this just in: actions have consequences!#anis gaymer moments

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bericas · 2 years

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character bingo + scott stiles allison

scott my best friend scott

the rest under the cut just bc i feel like this is gonna take up an obnoxious amount of space on people's dashes

stiles my worstie<3

allison my dorta (daughter said like a new jersey mom)

#asks #anonymous #cob*#scott and allison. beautiful. perfect. no notes except ppl don't understand them #the thing about stiles is that he's a little freak and i love him (ppl also don't understand him) but also he should've been bullied #Way More #i'm sorry! this man got away with murder (not literally because he did do murder and it had consequences)#and like i get it! he's jeff's self insert and jeff has no friends #so obviously he doesn't know how to write himself as a consistently good friend #but it is like. man cmon. do we really need him victim blaming isaac. do we.#do we really need him telling lydia who he barely knows that shes a frigid bitch but somewhere underneath that shes not!#do we really need him throwing scott to the ground and blaming him for his fathers injuries when scott couldnt help bc he was being MURDERE #i know these tags are gonna get me an anon message and to that anon i just want you to know im going to ignore you<3 #and i know stiles doesn't know scott was murdered but he does later<3 and guess what never happens<3 a meaningful apology<3 #ANYWAY #I LIKE STILES! I DO!#but in my head he's written better is all. and not in the way where i give him all of scott's traits bc thats boring!

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inyoursheets · 1 year

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I love your writing so much. What's your favorite thing you've ever written (line, chapter, work, tumblr post, anything)??

help this is so sweet 😭😭😭 not to be dramatic but this turned on the light in my weary little heart

also let's pretend i didnt leave this sit in my inbox for like 4 months, yes?? (im so sorry)

ummmmm um um oh god what a question

i mean it's a beautifully kind question but it's one that forces me to confront what ive written, which, unhinged!!!! i havent thought about my fics in a while (as you can probably tell from my lack of updates 🥴)

it's hard to pick a favorite line or anything of the sort, bc i actually like a lot of lines. not in a damn-that-line-is-the-world's-most-gorgeous-prose kinda way, or in a i-bet-readers-are-gonna-love-this kinda way, but in a hey-i-like-what-i-did-there kinda way, bc what i did ~there~ usually was take something from the (my) real world, whether a sensation, an idea, a phrase, a song lyric, a color, and bend it into fuel for a story. that's part of the magic of writing for me. actually that's nearly all of the magic for me (the other portion being that somehow sometimes the feelings i intend to evoke are, indeed, evoked in some readers, as per their comments)

when i glance through any random fic of mine, especially the more uhhh dramatic ones, i can see so many traces of... me? my life? my world? and it reminds me of how much writing gives me. it's just a place where i express myself i guess?? even as im telling a story about completely different people in a different setting from my own (sadly ive never had a threesome with my ex and his sorta ex, sorta nemesis, sorta lover!!). goddamn it, i knew this questions would make me desperate to write again. how dare you remind me of the joys of writing!!!! fuck you!!! (ilysm)

as far as whole fics go (and pls god dont make me pick a chapter, i might die), im still very partial to warm water, bc that's my baby, bc it's one of my first fics (it basically reignited my love for writing??) and bc i really didnt expect it to resonate so much w folks. the response was wild, never in a million years did i see that coming. also bc it helped me process some things that i didnt realize needed processing, and bc it got me through the start of the pandemic and through writing an rma thesis. and bc it's pretty sizeable for my standards. but it's also like.... early!jo work. i like to think ive grown a little bit more into my own writer's skin since?? but it was huge in growing said skin. so it's my baby

i also like unlike, bc it pairs my very Dramatic Writing StyleTM with smut, which, as it turns out, is my comfort zone somehow (??) and i like as trouble ought to do bc it broke my post-warm water angst drought and i experimented in that one. it's an acquired taste, but hey, aren't we all?

alright let me stop there, before i fall in love with the act of writing again,

#here's what happened -- i thought id wait to reply until i had like. good news to share about writing #turns out my writer's.....b..bl...bl*ck was like. haha youre cute for thinking id disappear #anyways! let's try it in the reverse order! i'll look at the things ive written and maybe in turn the writing zest will return to me??#thank you so much beloved. like. seriously #i fear i have now been reminded of how much i like to write fic #i am terrified of the consequences of this reminder!!!!!!!!!#no but seriously tysm dear im so very honored that youd even wanna know and it really really means a lot #and i know i dont have to apologize for this but i am sorry about the lack of writing that ive done / shared the past year #ask #anonymous #my fic #writing

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