Prompts

Prompts and stuff 23 years old

[pointyshoesmf]

On my knees for these two

Kind of body and clothes practice (don't mind the ugly ass shoes, i hate drawing them)

[fallen-daughter]

Aroallos are not treated the same as alloaces or aroaces.

We are seen in a worse light than alloaces and aroaces because sexual attraction with no romance is seen as "morally incorrect" and "sinful" no matter how you go about it.

Even in queer and aspec circles we are treated poorly.

Many people, queer or otherwise, see sex outside of a relationship as bad, especially if you are someone who does not intend on settling down at any point in your life.

Being aro is frustrating enough when people either don't know you exist or refuse to believe your lack of romantic attraction is anything but a mental illness, a choice made because of self-esteem issues, a phase, or a personal failing. Adding sexual attraction to a lack of romantic attraction makes things a million times more difficult because then people assume you're a pervert, homewrecker, or are sexually violent/irresponsible in some way.

Even in the modern day when sex before/without marriage and FWBs are gradually becoming more acceptable, most people assume those who have sex also want to settle down at some point. And when you tell them you don't, you are perceived as a pervert.

You end up having to reassure people you're "normal" about sex. You have to explain in detail why you're safe, even if you've shown no signs of sexuality before then.

To be transparent, I'm not saying alloaces and aroaces have no problems at all or that their problems are less important than those of aroallos. And I'm not saying this to be divisive or cause any infighting. I'm saying this because aros in general often get ignored. We're often overlooked because we're not considered an "important" part of the queer community, and our identity is seen as something trivial. And a lot of times, for aroallos, we are intentionally excluded from discussions about queerness or aspecness because we're considered "taboo."

I just think we need to start having discussions within the aspec community about the amount of stigma around being aromantic but not asexual. We need to address the alloarophobia within queer and aspec circles before it gets any worse.

[glumshoe]

hiking? to get places? can’t relate

[glumshoe]

I hate hiking with people who want to reach destinations or travel a certain distance. I LOVE hiking with people who don’t mind stopping every thirty feet to look inside rotting logs or photograph spiders or identify salamanders. people who hike for exercise confuse and terrify me.

[lyrslair]

OH MY GOD YOU UNDERSTAND.

[glumshoe]

I joined an outdoors club in college and it fucking sucked because all anyone wanted to do was get to the top of the mountain as quickly as possible and only stopped to drink water and eat trail mix. It was awful.

[glumshoe]

Ideal hiking companions: botanists, entomologists, mycologists, people with asthma, children with ADHD, easily distractible dogs, people with great butts who walk slightly faster than I do

[momma-puffs]

ghoul eyeball headcannons :3

[d0uble-dead]

Ghoul Pack HCs

Love languages!!

Dew

At first, you'll be almost sure he doesn't like you

Tries to hide his feelings for you but eventually caves in and confesses

Starts small with things like gift giving, maybe something like a pick he doesn't use anymore or a flower he found in Primo's gardens

As he starts to find out what you like, he will bring you a gift every time he comes to see you, anything from chocolates to new clothes

He allows himself to be more vulnerable around you the longer you date

He likes to curl up next to you while you work like a cat and let's you play with his hair

Definitely the little spoon and refuses to sleep in any other position with you

Rain

Similar to Dew, he is a big gift giver (as are most ghouls) , but he does it the second he realises he has feelings

He also loves seeing you wear his clothes and if you ask his opinion on your outfit he'll often respond with something along the lines of "you look great but you'd look even better in my shirt"

He will infodump. A lot. You just caught a crucian carp in AC? Be prepared for a 15 minute Ted talk about them (Rain's chirps of excitement included)

Goes out of his way to surprise and please you

He'll make sure he finds out what your favourite song is, learn it, and come seek you out and show you

Constantly checks in on you to make sure you're okay

Always offers you food when he has any but is worried about you if you decline

Takes you down to the pond to show you his koi carp and promises to name his next one after you

Aether

Very big about acts of service

Had a rough day at work? Don't worry, he sensed it and has already run you a bubble bath, lit candles, and ordered your favourite food

Feeling sick? He got you! Uses his quint powers to make you feel better (although he's been told off for using his powers for such things)

Loves treating you no matter the occasion

Will constantly offer to help you out with anything from work to washing laundry

All he wants at the end of the day is to see you fulfilled and know that he was able to keep you satisfied

Phantom

Relationships aren't really something on his mind but he loves spending time with you

All he wants is someone who's able to match his energy but also keep him out of trouble

It takes him a while to realise he's fallen in love with you but struggles to hide it

He constantly blushes and stutters around you but continuously denies having a crush on you when the other ghouls bring it up

Starts by asking you if you'd like to come to the record store with him (while vigorously mentioning that it is not a date)

Elated when you say yes and has to have a quick zoomies session

Walks down every aisle and picks up a bunch of vinyls and is quick to recommend you bands when he notices you're empty handed

Later confesses over lunch that he might just possibly maybe be in love with you a bit

Gets the zoomies again when you reciprocate the feeling

Drives you home like a girlboss (he rides the curb half the time)

After that he CONTINUOUSLY shows you off to everyone and makes sure you receive a minimum of 10 compliments a day (he keeps count)

Swiss

Spoils you rotten

Is very upfront once he realises he has feelings and doesn't have time to chase after you if you're not interested, he'll get over it pretty quick

Even before you start dating he loves to just appear next to you no matter where you are

Takes you to the fanciest restaurants and orders expensive wine (with Copia's card)

Loves going to clubs but hates losing you in them so he constantly keeps his tail around you as you both dance

He really loves getting matching jewelry and he usually finds a way to get loc jewelry that matches your rings or bracelets

He loves cooking for you and likes to bring you breakfast in bed

He does all of this regardless if you're dating or not because he just likes spending time with you

Mountain

Is very shy at first but plucks up the courage to ask you out

Hides in his greenhouse even if you accepted his offer

He likes to leave small potted plants in your room with little notes like "you looked stunning today" and "meet me in the woods, 6pm"

He loves to take you mushroom picking in the woods and showing you what you can and can't eat

After a week, he officially invites you to the pack minecraft world and puts your bed next to his

He starts to grow your favourite flowers in his gardens (while using a bit of his earth magic to keep them healthy and vibrant)

He gifts you perfumes/aftershaves with floral scents "so you always smell of me!"

Once you're super close, he lets you decorate his antlers with paint or makeup and even keeps your rings on the thinner parts of them while you're in the shower

Cirrus

Very similar to Swiss and Aether

She'll ask you straight up if you'd be interested in going on a date with her

Spoils you absolutely rotten if you agree but isn't too upset if you decline

She's very helpful and likes to do everything for you but, unlike Aeth, you have no choice if she offers to do something for you

Even if you're just trying to turn the page of your magazine, if Cirrus is around all you'll get it "let me do that for you doll! No really, let me get that for you." as she bats your hand away from the page

She picks up a little side job so she has more money to spend on you

She loves taking you to expensive restaurants and buying the most expensive wines

She loves having you lay on her stomach/chest and running her fingers through you hair while you fall asleep

Cumulus

Presents, presents, presents!!

She loves making clothes for you or having you model things she's making for others

She also makes you stuffies and blankets and really anything you ask for

She also loves doing your makeup if you agree to it

She has you lay down so she can straddle you and lean close to your face as she does your eyeliner

She'll do your nails too, sometimes when you're asleep so you wake up with rainbow nails

She sends you random texts throughout the day, usually 0.5s of her and whoever she's with

She has her mice come and find you to lead you back to her room where she's prepared a rose bath for the both of you

[molinaesque]

Cooper Howard and that winning smile

[ace-of-zaun]

It’s Because:

Silco x gn!reader - 1k words - SFW

cw: fluff, angst, pining, denial of feelings, falling in love, brief mentions of death, injury, and trauma, happy ending

summary: Silco is not in love. At least, that’s what he tells himself. 

a/n: i’ve never written anything like this before, i hope it works!! (it really hurt to type as well but my physio told me i had to.) inspired by the song i’m not in love by 10cc

Silco is not in love.

Unequivocally, categorically not in love. 

He doesn’t even know what love is when he meets you as a jaded, starving teenager, too busy trying to make ends meet to even think about something as trivial as love. But he does know that the easy way you smile when you meet his eyes makes his day just that little bit brighter. 

He’s not in love when he spots you a few years later, standing quietly amongst the meagre crowd in the bar, listening to his rallying speech of change and independence. Although, the spark in your eyes as you watch him is like a match to the burning in his chest, and for once in his life, it makes him feel alive. 

Silco isn’t in love when he accompanies you on mission after mission, learning to trust one another as he watches your back and you watch his in return, securing resources, and medicine, and meals for the starving children of his city. It’s just the adrenaline from the sprint back home, as you both narrowly escape the Enforcer’s clutches, that sets his heart racing to the dozen.

He can’t be in love when he watches you from across the bar, laughing, and singing, and dancing along to the jukebox, unaware of how effortlessly you light up the room. And so what if deep down he wants to join you and bathe in that light, soaking you in until you're his? It’s not like it means anything anyway. 

There’s no such thing as love on his birthday when he refuses to tell anyone the significance of the day, instead scowling down at yet another shipping manifest. Except, when you hand him a cupcake and kiss his cheek as you walk through the bar on your way to the market, he hopes the red of his ears and the longing expression isn’t too noticeable. 

Love isn’t present on the night you cry in his arms, heaving sobs that wrack your body as you mourn those lost in the fight, yet more casualties in this never ending fight for freedom. It’s simply the right thing to do when he lulls you to sleep, shushing your cries until your breathing slowly evens and your heart beats sync up with his. 

Silco tells himself he isn’t in love when you sit side by side, legs dangling off the little bridge that crosses the river as he gifts you a starburst necklace that once was his mother’s. And it certainly doesn’t mean anything when you gaze up at him with the softest smile, intertwining your fingers with his while you gently rest your head on his shoulder. 

He is not in love the day you stand with him in the little alcove across the street from the bar, sheltering from the rain that drips down to form galaxies of puddles along the square floor. You’re up on your tip-toes, his arm is around your waist, and when your nose bumps against his, his heart beats so loud he’s sure you can hear it-

But then his brother is suddenly there, pulling him away from you as he insists he goes for a walk with him, and Silco makes the worst decision of his life and agrees. 

In thunder and rain, Silco knows that love ends in nothing but betrayal when he is forced to disappear, body pulsing with pain, mind in tatters. He’s hurting, and angry, and beyond scared. But weaved in between it all, he thinks of you and pictures the way you looked and felt beneath his fingertips, and thinks that maybe it’s not all bad. 

There’s no time to think of love when, years later, he finally gets his revenge and reclaims his bar, his home; a second chance at raising the city his people deserve. Though, it’s almost like serendipity when he happens to take a break from arranging his schedule to look through the window down into the square, and there you are, standing in the middle of the street silently watching his workers carry in new furniture. 

He isn’t in love when he runs down to you, nearly tripping down the stairs in his haste, pushing through the doors until you’re right there in front of him, the only place he truly feels safe. But when you don’t scream or slap him or curse him for leaving you, instead striding across the distance to throw your arms around him in a tight embrace, he forces himself to choke back his tears and allows yours to soak into his shoulder instead. 

Silco continues to remind himself that he’s not in love in the coming months, while you sit beside him day after day, helping him put his plans into motion, listening to every word, every worry, every whisper. Really, who can even tell that his heart skips a beat when he spots that you’re still wearing his mother’s necklace, still so mirandous even after all this time?

He’s not in love the evening you sit atop the bar, laughing as you retell a story from your youth, caught delightfully off-guard when he can’t help but surge forward, capturing your lips while his hands cup your heated cheeks. It’s just one of those things, he supposes, to finally feel content standing between your legs, your own lips pressed in a smile against his, in a way that kick starts his once dead heart. 

But now, nearly two decades after he’d first laid eyes on you as a naïve boy, he lays next to you in bed and watches you sleep peacefully, tangled in the sheets the same way you’ve weaved yourself into his heart. And in the quiet lull of the night, he runs his fingers over a shiny, jewelled ring, custom-forged to match his mother’s necklace that still rests around your neck. 

He thinks of easy mornings and four-word questions, and for the first time in his life, allows himself to simply feel. 

Maybe, just maybe, Silco is in love. 

[silcoitus]

Letters from Silco Masterlist

A series of letters from Silco to various recipients, all hand-lettered by me! Any OC's belong to their respective tagged authors.

A Reminder — Silco x gn!reader, established relationship, short-term long distance, soft Silco, horny Silco, suggestive language but no actual smut

A Souvenir † — Silco x gn!reader, established relationship, modern au, mob au, mob boss Silco, sadistic Silco, sadistic reader, Based on "Sinners Stained Red" by @x-amount-verbs

Happy Birthday † — Silco x gn!reader, established relationship, birthday card from Jinx and Silco, based on my fic "Happy Birthday"

I Know You † — Silco x f!reader, established "relationship", cruel Silco, possessive Silco, bitter Silco, implied age difference, power dynamics at play, Based on "Child of Nowhere" by @blissfulip

Without You † — Silco x OC, Silco x Olilia, Based on "Who We Were" by @purplefangirl42

You Shine — Silco x OC, Silco x Astrid, Pulled verbatim from "Drink With Me" by @ink-and-dagger

If you would like a (digital copy) of a Silco letter of your own, check out this post for details on how to request one!

† Request fulfillment

[silcoitus]

Letters from Silco—A Souvenir

Letters from Silco Masterlist

This is a letter from Silco to @x-amount-verbs's gn!reader insert character in her fic "Sinners Stained Red." (Yet another fic that everyone should read!) I hope I got Silco and reader's sadistic nature across well enough.

Word count: 158

Tags: Silco x you, Silco x reader, Mob AU, Modern AU, Sadistic Silco, Sadistic reader, Mob boss Silco, referenced torture, set around the events of Sinners Stained Red

I never should have sent you on that job.

But you're capable and reliable, so it seemed—at the time—the right choice. You've never once let me down and I presume this time is no different. What I didn't predict was just how insufferable the others would be in your absence.

Have they always been this incompetent? Have they always been this stupid? My patience wears thin without you here to share in my suffering. I thought the brand was torture, but this is something else entirely.

The least you can do for me now is tell me how things are going on your end. Spare no details. A play-by-play of your entire process would do wonders to distract me from this ongoing headache. 

If only I could have joined you. The tortured cries would be music to my ears. But you know how it is.

Hurry back.

And bring me a souvenir. You know what I like.

Silco

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[silcoitus]

Letters from Silco—You Shine

Letters from Silco Masterlist

This letter is a bit different because I did not write it! I handlettered it, yes, but the words are 100% from @ink-and-dagger. These words are pulled directly from the last chapter of Inky's fic "Drink With Me"; I simply put them in "Silco's" handwriting.

Word count: 446

Tags: Silco x Astrid, Silco x reader, set during the events of Drink With Me, spoilers for DWM!

Astrid,

You were right. Everything you said that night in my office was true.

I have been a coward. I allowed my… fears regarding loss of control to hold authority over me… Ironic, come to think of it. Not only have I been a coward, but I’ve become a hypocrite too. I punish others for daring to make the same mistakes twice, and yet my own repetitive failures have led me to almost lose you on multiple occasions, in more ways than one—

You have given me more chances than I have earned the right to. Because you are generous, and because you always choose to hold on to the good amidst the bad. Or, perhaps, it’s simply because you are just as foolish as I am.

In all my time, I have never met anyone like you.

You… You’re a brat. Truly, the most infuriating, insolent menace I have ever been cursed to deal with. And you are also everything I adore about the Undercity. You possess the grit and tenacity of a true Trencher. You’re resourceful and sharp. You’re as vibrant and colourful as the entirety of the Lanes and much more beyond it still. You bring light, and warmth, and laughter to a part of the world so rarely touched by such things.

You shine, Darling.

You’re radiant. You’re perfect.

And by some… miracle, you seem to think the same of me. You have changed everything since you came here. Not only in my life but in Jinx’s too. You may never truly understand the impact you have had on the both of us.

You have shown me things that I never thought could be meant for me. That I didn’t think were possible. And instead of showing you the gratitude you deserve, I have treated you abhorrently. You placed your trust in me and I betrayed it. I betrayed you.

I have done nothing but hurt you, time and again and

I am so sorry, Sweetheart.

I am sorry for all that you have had to endure at my foolish hands these past several months. For everything I have said and done to hurt you. And I am sorry that it has taken me so long to apologise for my grievous mistakes.

I do not deserve your forgiveness. Nor do I have any right to ask it of you. But I am a selfish man, and I am desperate enough that I would beg for the chance to earn it.

Astrid, please.

Please give me the chance to do better by you. I will give you anything. Everything. 

I cannot lose you.

I need you.

I love you.

Please. Let me love you.

Silco

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[silcoitus]

Hey Coiiii, just binge-read all of your Silco letters and I'm OBSESSED with that concept, specially "A Souvenir", So if you're not to flooded with requests and it scratches the inspiration brain I'd love to resquest something similar! A letter for the reader from Chld of Nowhere! (you don't need to but if you want more context that one shot is based off of AOSD)

100% full creative control to you, go wild!

Letters from Silco Masterlist

Thank you for giving me something new to read! I read both Child of Nowhere (Silco/reader; prequel to AOSD) and Angel of Small Death (Viktor/reader). I'm not usually a Viktor girlie, but I quite enjoyed getting to read some Viktor/reader! But of course my bread and butter is Silco, so thank you for the request!

Letters from Silco—I Know You

This is a letter from Silco to @blissfulip's f!reader insert character in their fic "Child of Nowhere." I hope I did it justice!

Word count: 125

Tags: Silco x you, Silco x reader, cruel Silco, possessive Silco, bitter Silco, implied age difference, power dynamics at play, set after the events of Child of Nowhere,

Little pet,

I should have known you would flee as soon as you got what you wanted. Predictable, really, the way you used your mother's tactics to seduce me. Perhaps it was your remarkable resemblance to her that had me falling for your charm.

But that's where your similarities end.

She knew not to bite the hand that fed her; a lesson, it would seem, she did not pass down to you. 

How long do you think you'll last without me? How long before you come crawling back? You'd be nothing if it weren't for me.

But go. Find your next mark.Will they accept you the way I did?

Don't forget: I know you. And I knew you first.

Until we meet again,

Silco

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[angellayercake]

I'm sure I have told you about this already @tasty-ribz but I am more to share with you again my dear 😊

You are the daughter of a low level gang leader with your family on the precipice of ruin. Your father, desperate to win the favour of the Eye of Zaun decides his only option left is to dangle you under his nose and just hope he takes the bait. Whether you are willing or not ...

In the shadows you spot the orange glow of a cigar bobbing in the darkness before you hear the subtle clearing of a throat. You find yourself suddenly alone with the dark shape slowly materialising from the shadows all the other smoking loiterers making themselves scarce. That cursed eye is visible first giving him away but you had known it was him as soon as he had made his presence known.

‘I wouldn’t leave my daughter in a place like this.’ He doesn’t even look at you, just flicks the end of his cigar into a puddle a few feet away. This is the opportunity you have been waiting for and yet you are frozen. He trails his eyes up from your feet and you can’t help but wonder what he sees with that cursed eye. There were all sorts of stories about it. That he had traded it to a witch for power, or he was a subject of an experiment gone terribly wrong. That he could see through walls, through clothes even. With how it moves over you now you understand how all those rumours began. As he steps closer he lifts his hand to cup your cheek, palm softer then you would have expected, his thumb tracing the curve of your painted lips.

‘I suspect you are prettier without all this.’ He whispers the pad of his thumb pushing harder and dragging a smudge of red across your cheek in its wake. ‘But they did all this to get my attention, yes?’ You open your mouth to reply but he slips his thumb between your parted lips so you can only give a faint nod as the bitter taste of your lipstick spreads across your tongue.

‘Well you have it.’ You close your lips around his intrusion creating just enough suction to pull him a little deeper. ‘Oh?’ The corner of his lips twitch upwards barely perceptible if your attention wasn’t so rapt on his face. Up close like this he is almost handsome. Somehow being able to see the finer details of his face humanise him, the creases and lines alluding to a man beneath the stoic serious facade. You get to watch the pupil of his good eye dilate as he regards you and you realise somehow you have done enough.

‘Mmm good girl.’ A prickling heat begins to spread through your veins at his praise and you think this task you have been given may be more enjoyable then you had feared. ‘I wonder how well trained you really are.’ His large hands land on your shoulders pressing insistently until you start to sink down before him, the only comfort to your bare knees the damp litter covering the pavement. 

[lullabyes22-blog]

May we know Silco's approach to sex? Stroke game, technique, and so on? Love your headcanons!

We're talking swimming strokes, yes?

:')

A wise murderer once said, "There's peace in water."

He also said, "The flow is key."

NSFW

More Arcane headcanons: Here.

"Lesson the first: Variety matters."

"You aren't a piston in a well-oiled machine. You're flesh and bone. And that bone, tragically, can only take so much abuse before it deflates. So make the most of it. Start with small staccato movements, focusing on small points inside your playmate. Friction only matters on the surface. Beneath, it's all about the pressure. It's not a basic equation of in and out: it's figure eights, it's ripples, it's whorls. Gradually, as their breathing deepens, lengthen your movements. Let them move with you. Let them show you how they want it. Let them teach you what they need. They'll tell you everything necessary for their undoing. Provided you pay attention."

"Lesson the second: Speed is the enemy."

"Unless there's a fitting at the tailor's you forgot to mention, the only place speed belongs is in your knife-hand. Go slow. It's the best revenge for all the times they've left you wanting. Take their pleasure like a gift. Then peel it back, inch by inch. Tease them, just enough. Give them a taste of everything, then nothing. If you're patient, you'll strip away all their pretenses. You'll learn exactly where they live. You'll be able to touch the very heart of them. And, if they're lucky, you'll decide to leave it beating."

"Lesson the third: Be unpredictable."

"Change the mood. Change the pace. Change the game entirely. Start sweet, then turn nasty. Repeat what serves, then let it ebb into something softer. Keep them guessing; keep them coming back. Then shock them all over again. The moment their brain thinks it's getting what it wants, shake it all up. Don't ever give them what they think they want. Only what they never knew they needed. Always, always, stay two steps ahead."

"Lesson the fourth: Always get what you want."

"And always make it seem like a favor. It's the simplest way to build a sense of debt. If they can't be honest with you, they can't trust you. And without trust, you've got no leverage. So build trust like it's the bedrock of the earth, and use it. Be the good listener they've never had before. Be the person who understands them best. The one who knows their favorite food, their fears, their foibles. The more you see past their boundaries into what they hide - the more porous those boundaries become. The more they think they can depend on you, the deeper they'll let you in. Then once you're inside, once they've dropped their guard, once they can't imagine their life without you - that's when you make them give you whatever you want. All you have to do is ask. Just be sure to phrase it as a question."

"Lesson the fifth: Be present."

"You're a deep diver, remember? Pay attention to the currents. Watch the way their face contorts. Feel the way their skin shivers. Listen to the rhythm of their breaths. The body is a sea, and everything is connected. Every ripple begets a riptide, and so on. It's all a matter of reading the signs. A subtle tightening, a flicker of an eyelid, a thigh trembling - these are your treasure map. X-marks-the-spot. Follow the clues, and you'll learn to anticipate what comes next. You'll find that thing they're trying to hide, even from themselves. And once you have it, you'll know exactly what will send them over the edge. The right word, the right touch, the right thrust - and they'll come apart, utterly."

"Lesson the six: Don't be afraid to get your hands dirty."

"Or any other part of you, for that matter. Prudishness is a roadblock. Your target will never feel at ease if you act as if you're above the mess of their bodies, their fluids, their needs. You are not their Warden - there to police what's allowed or not. You're not their conscience - there to judge what's vice or virtue. You're their release. Their salvation. Their guide into the depths. And that means everything they are, you're going to get all over yourself. Their filth is the evidence of your success. Wear it proudly. Let them see how their darkness becomes your light. How their sin becomes your purity. That's what they crave, what no one else will give. They'll never feel so understood as when they're looking at you, smeared in the proof of how you've made them come apart. And then, and only then, will you take them deeper. Deeper into their desires. Deeper into their depravity. Deeper, and deeper still, until they can no longer resurface."

"Lesson the seventh: Say their name."

It's the smallest sound, and yet the most powerful. No one ever feels known, not completely. Not until they hear their own name in a lover's voice. It's what lets them inhabit the present. It's the key to their being. It's the way they'll know you've claimed their whole self, in every way. And there's an art to the way you say it. There are all kinds of voices you can use: breathy, husky, sharp, soft. Start by using it slowly. Sparingly. Wait for the exact moment their eyes glaze over, their mouth drops open, and their hips begin to shudder. Then whisper their name like it's a secret only they can know. Like you've been dying to tell them, and they're the only one who can hear. As the moment peaks, draw it out as if from the deepest, darkest well. Turn every syllable into a breath for more. Like the air itself is a blessing. The next time, they'll be the ones who beg for it. Who pray for it. They'll forget every name they've ever been called. Every name - except yours."

"Here's the eighth, and final lesson: Don't forget who you are."

"If you forget, the tide will turn against you. You're not their lover. You're not their confidant. You're not their friend. You're the water itself. It's you they're immersed in. It's you they're at the mercy of. They may try to cling to the surface. They may struggle against the waves. They may even call out for help. But it's only once they're all the way down that they'll truly let go. And, once they do, you'll be the only thing left. It's not a matter of love. It's the simple fact of gravity. Down, is where they belong."

A small smile.

"Down, where the monsters are."

[hippielittlemetalhead]

They're making a The Lost Boys musical!! There's a newsletter!! ⬇️

https://lostboysmusical.com/

Y'all when I say I am WAY too excited about this

[vancruejovi]

Dwayne 🐆

[ofnightshadeandthornyroses]

Stalker Marco x Reader

AN: I'm not dead, I swear, just busy tryna graduate. Here's a little treat for y'all

He watched as you entered your house appreciated your waitress uniform hugging your body just right, watched as the skirt blew in the breeze as you tried to keep it still as you bent down to pick up his gift of the night. The studs on the leather bracelets glinted in the moon along with the sliver chain necklace that held a blood red heart pendant .

He's given you many gifts before, all of them placed on your doorstep right before you arrived home. Bracelets, snacks, sweet treats, cards. This necklace was special. He had found a place on the board walk that offered an unheard of practice. Taking blood samples and mixing it into resin for jewelry. The man preforming the service didn't question the glittery deep red blood as it came out aside from a curious squint. There's stranger things than sparkling blood in Santa Carla.

As you entered the house he jumped from his tree and looked through the window on the side, hidden by a shrub from potential on lookers.peeking through he watched closely as you put the jewelry on the dining room table and looked at his card, "My love you make this dead heart beat, a very special necklace for a very special woman. Love, M"

He watched as you smiled, such a beautiful sight and gently placed down the card and turn to inspect said necklace. You put your hair on one side, exposing a delicious strip of neck, and clip it on. You play with the pendant as prepare left overs for diner. It was an amazing sight and scent. You touching his blood and his smell mixing with your delectable one.

He couldn't wait for the day y'all officially meet, and speak, and touch. As of now you know him as one of the rowdy bikers that come in late to the diner. To you, him and "M" may aswell be two completely separate people. But one day. One day he'll talk to you, let you know he's "m".

Your moving again, putting the dishes in the washer and going to your room. He moves with you and is at your bedroom window. You delicately place the bracelets and card down on you desk along with his other presents. You sit at your desk and carefully unwrap a chocolate from last night and pop it in your mouth and hum at the taste. He can feel his lower self twitch at the sound. You go down to remove your shoes and than up to do the same to the stockings and the show begins.

You unbutton the top part of your of your dress and lift it up over your shoulders, more of your delicious flesh to his peeping eyes. Next is your bra, you sigh in relief as it's removed and he wishes he could swallow the sound from the source. He's half hard when you get up and remove your panties to lay on the bed. They're blue a lacey, he remembers has the pink ones you wore yesterday that he put in his pocket before you came home.

He takes them out and burries his face, wishing to suffocate in you smell. You reach behind your pillow and pull out your favorite toy, flicking switch. He's pulsing in his pants as he starts to unzip and let the night begin.

[vancruejovi]

Marko ⚡️