halt! who goes there?

my names vian! they/he/she 20

[antichrist-ish]

based off of some lyrics some guy made and then deleted

major tw for gore, death, blood, abuse etc

yandere reader / ur fav

me and your corpse in a hotel.

you stared blankly at the wall, hands covered in blood in a hotel room. you were sitting on the floor, knife and other weapons on the ground all covered in blood. a dead body now in the tub; water still and no longer clear.

you hummed a soft melody in your head as shitty hotel tv played.

moving from the floor to the end of the bed, to the chairs near a table, the table itself and then the desks spiny chair, you moved into the white and now red bathroom. looking down on the dead body, you smiled. grabbing them by the face and squeezing their cold cheeks hard and kissing them on their cold blue mouth.

don’t look this way when you’re in hell

surely you’ll be caught. the place now full with blood and the stench of wet corpse. the air smelling of wet and iron is sickeningly sweet to you.

of course you’re not crazy. you had to do this to your beloved. they betrayed you after all. how dare they even consider trying to leave you like that. run away from your love and disrespect you like that. telling people that you were insane and abusing them. poor little dove should’ve known their actions would have consequences. you told them to your sweetheart so many times before. it’s not your fault they didn’t listen. no no no, that is a truly absurd statement.

you stroked your beloveds pretty hair, which is now tangled and drenched in their own blood and water. crudely you began to hack and saw their limbs off. wrapping each limb and segment into trash bags and packing them up neatly inside your suitcase next to your clothes.

hour after hour passed of chopping up your sweet beloved into trash bags and cleaning the hotel room of any evidence of exsanguination. you left the morning of check out, handing in your hotel keys after enjoying some breakfast and getting into your vehicle back to your home.

in your living room with all the lights off and windows closed, you danced with the bagged torso of your lover.

elegantly slow dancing around and around, enjoying the delusioned warmth and their non existent heartbeat.

close the door don’t want no one to yell

[butterflikisses]

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[cloudstation]

my spouse and I watched the mexican episode of great british bake off because we're mexican and we thought it would be funny. the hosts asked if mexico was a real place and none of the contestants had ever heard of pico de gallo. even the judges weren't very knowledgeable about the food they were making. that one lady peeling an avocado like it's a potato. guacamolo. tah-cows.

americans take for granted their proximity to authentic mexican food. look at this bro this could be u

[antichrist-ish]

fair warning, i have not wrote fanfiction since i was 12. i am rusty

modern au !diluc / gn! reader

themes of anxiety, burnout, self esteem issues, angst&comfort/fluff

pet names, sweetest, dove, beloved etc

so heavy

it all felt like too much. the pressure on resting upon your head seeping into your back muscles. school has not given you a break since the beginning, stress from your family, and your dying need to be perfect. it all hurt so much as you dragged yourself home, you’re current only wish to throw yourself in bed and hide away until you feel better to show yourself to the world.

you don’t know how much time has passed since you arrived home to your tiny apartment near campus, or the reason why you simply cannot sleep despite the total darkness that envelops your room. you’re so lost in your own head your unable to hear your front door unlocking, the opening and closing of doors.

“y/n?” a gentle voice startles you, drawing you closer to tears. yes you loved your boyfriend, diluc, so much and while you two had been friends pinning on each other heavily, you just felt so terrified and the idea of him seeing you like this.

“y/n what’s wrong, dove? i texted and called you wondering if you wanted to go out with me but…” dilucs words drift, eyeing you along with your room. he knows how your parents stress you, and how much of a people pleaser to you and how that drains you. he hates to see you like this, you were not a helpless and independent creature. no, you were strong. one of the strongest person he knows, he sees how you’ve fought for what you believe is right and just. your achievements, everything that you’ve worked so hard for. but, he knows how insecure you get when the people closest to you shut you down.

you and diluc stare at each other in the darkness. he wants to scoop you up and comfort you, or give you silent support by just sitting by your side as you coped in your own way.

“it’s just,” you begin to mumble out loud, his crimson eyes look at you softly. “it feels like so much. everything feels so damn heavy and i just feel like im not enough and all that im doing will end up… like it’ll all end up with me looking like a fool who wasted their time.” you finish off with a wavy voice, tears threatening to spill. you sat up and beckoned him to sit with you, which he quickly agrees. in a moment you’re pressed into his chest, head tucked under his chin as he breathes in the smell of your hair.

“well my beloved, i’ll have you know that all of your hard work is absolutely paying off.” he assures, promptly continuing, “i see everything you’re doing for yourself, you’re working so damn hard in school and in work. everything you do simply amazes me, sweets. i can’t think of anyone else who aspires people like you, or who simply is just a pure joy like you are. everyone sees how much of a dedicated worker and friend you are. please y/n, believe me when i say you truly are an amazing person and im so glad to be able to stick by your side in this life.”

he stops to look at you in the eye, gently making you look at him with your chin in his hands.

“y/n i love you. trust me when i say you’re amazing.”

tears fall softly from your eyes as you press your head into his chest, grabbing at his shirt as you sob softly into the fabric. diluc holds your head, placing is own on top of yours and whispering sweeter than honey words into your scalp.

he feels as your sobs die down, grip loosening on his shirt; you’ve fallen asleep. he lays the both of you down, cradling your head and kissing your hairline.

“my sweetest love, one day you’ll understand how much you truly mean to everyone.”

[speakswords]

Alright this is rly sad but here goes. I started doing my once-in-awhile bot purge from my followers list. And. I used to be able to just quickly scan and see the bots. They were the ones with default icons and generator-sounding names like "noun-girl-827". And if you weren't sure, you could click on the blog and it would be immediately obvious it was a bot because there's either just bad porn click bait, or nothing there.

Well. This time I had to give up immediately because I got like ten followers down the list and was having immense trouble figuring out who's a bot and who's real. Never ever used to see this but like 5/10 of the first few followers I checked on had just totally empty blogs. It wasn't until I'd already blocked 2 - assuming bots bc empty blogs - that I thought to check if they had any likes. And bam! There it was. All of their user activity.

We have people on this website now who have never reblogged a single post.

Y'all, I'm sure you're sick of seeing "you have to reblog thing" but you literally have to reblog things. That is how this website works. You understand that, right? How do you think the post you hit "like" on got in front of you? It wasn't because you liked enough things and Tumblrs algorithm figured out what you like enough to hand it to you. It's because you followed someone, a human person, who reblogged that post. And it came from another person who also reblogged it.

You are killing this website by refusing to interact with it in the way that makes it better than the other websites you ran from to come here.

Anyway, I'm sure you're all nice people, but I'm not going to play the "bot or not" game if you have an empty blog I'm going to block you.