I saw your latest post and was curious about your ex fiance. What did the little prick do?
You don´t have to answer of course if you don´t feel comfortable with the topic. :3
@lurrenia-the-servamp
“Oh, you don't bother me with such questions, my lady. Where I ought to start... Well, first, he always criticised my skating no matter how flawless I was, would be overly watchful of my diet, calling me fat at all times and every chance, come late to dates or not at all, forget my birthday and anniversary, made a small deal out of my achievements, take me for granted... Oh! And there was the time where he'd compare me to white female models and ask me why I couldn't be normal like them, that I was lucky a guy like him (he's British) would even look twice at a woman like me... He never hit me, I guess, but he was always calling me racial slurs and flirting with my friends in front of me and tell me later it was just banter, ignored me while I cried, and told me that without him, I'd never get anywhere in figure skating even though I was the one invited to the Olympics... I think that'd sum up what I meant when I realised he hated me, I guess.”
Secondly, hunnnnn 33 is not ollldddd. You haven't even hit a mid-life crisis yet (I hope haha). I hope your bday tomorrow is filled with happy memories and yummy food!!
Prompt for you if you are interested ;) (well more like a song inspo fic)- write a LADs story/drabble/poem (whatever medium you want!) based on the song "Hymn to Virgil" by Hozier. Characters preferably sylus and/or zayne but also feel free to follow the brain 🪱
Have fun~
Birthday Palooza; It's my birthday today ! 8/31. Feel free to send in short prompts for me to write about, song inspo is fine too! I'm happy to spend time with everyone today.
@blessdunrest Thank you for the prompt! <3
I hope this was what you were hoping for and I hope I did the song justice- I listened to it a few times to get a feel for it.
Zayne paused at the doorway, coat still warm from the chill outside, and watched her from the threshold. She was perched on the edge of the couch, knees drawn up, her hands cradling a mug that sent spirals of steam into the air. The soft glow of the lamp brushed her hair into a halo, and for a long moment, he simply breathed her in.
She hadn’t noticed him yet. Her gaze drifted over something on the table, or perhaps through it, as if the quiet of the evening held all the answers she sought. He smiled, barely moving, and felt the familiar tug in his chest — that steady pull of devotion that had threaded through every day they’d shared.
On the counter, a small note lay waiting. “I saved a bit of warmth for you,” it said, in her delicate script.
He didn’t need to read it twice; he felt the meaning in the way she always left little sanctuaries for him: a cup made perfectly, a favorite song humming in the background, the quiet patience in her gestures.
These weren’t grand declarations, but they were theirs and in them, the world fell away.
He stepped closer, careful not to disturb the bubble she existed in. She sensed him then, tilting her head with a smile that reached her eyes. He reached for her hand, tracing the familiar warmth of her fingers, and for a heartbeat, time slowed.
He poured himself a cup of tea she had already made, a ritual perfected over countless evenings. They settled together on the couch, shoulders brushing, knees touching, sharing a space that had become a kind of sanctuary. Outside, the hum of the city softened into a distant murmur, and inside, there was only the quiet, weightless peace between them.
Each glance, each brush of hands, each shared silence carried a depth that words could never reach. He thought of all the small ways they had given pieces of themselves to each other. The tiny sacrifices, simple joys, gestures unnoticed by the world but sacred to them.
In that moment, he knew that nothing beyond this room mattered.
Here, they had everything.
A flicker of worry stirred in him, a whisper of fear he didn’t voice. What if he couldn’t always be here for her? What if the demands of the world pulled him away, leaving her to face its weight alone? He pressed a hand to her back, a subtle, grounding gesture, and felt the tension ease in both of them. Sometimes, love wasn’t grand or spoken; it was being present, even when it was hard, even when the world begged him to be elsewhere.
He rose quietly and returned with a blanket, draping it over her shoulders with the care of someone handling a fragile treasure. She leaned into him, letting him wrap her in warmth, and he felt a swell of quiet pride, a soft triumph in the simple act of giving her comfort. There was no ceremony, no need for words, only the understanding that he would stay, that he would choose her, every day, through every small hardship, through every quiet evening.
They sank back into the couch, a shared rhythm of breath and heartbeats, a devotion expressed in glances and lingering touches. Time stretched and bent around them, each moment full, each second heavy with a love that was patient, steady, and unshakable. Zayne rested his head against her shoulder, letting the peace of her presence fill the spaces he didn’t know were empty. And in that quiet, sacred hour, he understood that this was the depth of love: not in grand gestures or declarations, but in choosing, always, to stay.
Zayne remained there, his forehead resting lightly against her temple, the warmth of her shoulder grounding him in a way nothing else could. Outside, the city murmured on, but inside, time seemed suspended, folding in on itself, as if the world had finally recognized that nothing outside these walls mattered more than this: them.
She shifted slightly, leaning back into him, and he felt her breath even out. It was a small, effortless motion, yet it carried the weight of everything they had shared — every unspoken promise, every quiet sacrifice, every gesture meant only for the other’s happiness. He could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat beneath his ear, a steady echo of his own, and he knew, without doubt, that they had built something fragile and unbreakable all at once.
The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the lamp, but it seemed to shimmer with the life between them. He let his fingers brush hers again, tracing the familiar contours of her hand, committing each line, each warmth, each small detail to memory.
No words were necessary; there was nothing left to say. Every action, every touch, spoke volumes, a devotion deeper than anything he could name.
For a long while, they simply existed together, a quiet universe spinning in the space between them. He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, a soft affirmation of the truth he carried in every fiber of himself: that he would stay, that he would always choose her, in the mundane and in the extraordinary, through every ordinary day and every quiet night.
As the evening stretched on, the weight of the world outside faded entirely. There was only them, only the warmth, the small, sacred acts of love, the devotion that required nothing more than presence. Zayne closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the certainty of it, and in that shared stillness, he felt something eternal: a love that did not demand perfection, that did not seek reward, that simply was and always would be theirs.
incorrect! would you like to send a more articulated ask so i can just further prove you wrong or are you too dumb to figure out how to type more than one word into an ask?
Question. What asks are they? You really don't deserve the cruelty regardless :(
Hugs all around
just someone sending some unkind asks that hit a little too close to home. right now i'm wondering if i do deserve the cruelty, but i appreciate the hugs and kind words ❤️
how chaotic would a crossover of your fave media and beyblade beee
BEYBLADE ACTUALLY IS MY FAVOURITE MEDIA LOL
Beyblade x my Second Favourite Media would be...huh. I'm not sure what my Second Favourite Media IS, actually. It's either Inazuma Eleven or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, idk which to pick over the other.
I think Buffy would be funnier than sakka because sakka is too similar to spintops. Sakka is just Kids Doing Casual Magic via soccer instead of via plastic spinny top toys. Buffy is vampires and demons and Hellmouth and Apocalypse no. 4515645206.
Slayers are supposed to Always Be Girls [...because the first one was like a human sacrifice pretty much and all subsequent ones are Supposed To Be Controlled By A Council Of Old Men, The Slayer Is Treated As A Weapon/Tool Not A Person etc.] but there aren't very many of those in BeyBurst so I'm throwing that rule in the trash. Heehoo misogyny denied. Shu is the Slayer now.
Shu is given a pointy wooden stake one day and told to go kill monsters, It Is His Sacred Duty, He Must, For The Protection Of Humanity, etc., and Shu says DON'T MIND IF I DO
Shu stakes Free immediately
But he is terrible at it because it is his first try so he misses the heart and the creature is fine. Dude, What The Fuck. Free punches Shu in the face. This is the beginning of a slowburn homoerotic romance that will only come to true fruition in a Heated Moment Of Emotions when one or the other of them attempts to sacrifice themself to stop apocalypse no. 41689449635 in a season finale. [They both either survive or are resurrected 1. very quickly, and 2. against their will. It's fine.] At which point Free will be unable to cope with Admitting He Has Caught Feelings, and will promptly move to Los Angeles and become a lawyer. His spinoff series will get five seasons.
In the meantime, Shu tries to argue that Lui is probably ugly enough to qualify as a demon and thus he should be allowed to kill him. The Watcher's Council is not swayed by his reasoning. Shu tries to figure out how to feed Lui to a vampire and make it look like an accident.
Speaking of The Watcher's Council, Ashram is probably the Big Boss Bitch of that bullshit club. This is because The Watcher's Council is inevitably damned to not be listened to or cared about, and will get blown up at the beginning of a later season to emphasize how scary and dangerous a new Big Bad Monster is. Nobody even notices for a day or two.
Shu's own personal Watcher, however, breaks the norm of being a stuffy old man in a tweed suit. It is Wakiya. This is because Wakiya is rich and spoiled, and begged his Elder Watcher daddy to pull some strings and let him have his Very Own Pet Slayer the next time one awakens, in spite of the fact that Wakiya is only 16. The monkey's paw curls and he now has to babysit Shu. He is surprisingly incredibly competent at this and ends up being the only person Shu will actually almost-consistently listen to. Wakiya takes his nannying job very seriously. Shu is scolded very sternly every time he tries to die or run away to Mexico. Or do drugs.
The fun thing about Slayers is that they are almost always bratty teenagers who awaken right in the middle of High School, easily the worst time in anybody's life, especially if you find out you are now a supernatural entity bearing the sacred duty to protect humanity from the forces of evil all while already being completely full of hormones. Shu was expelled from his first school for burning down the gym. In his defense, there was one single vampire inside of it, but he's not allowed to tell people about that. His second and current school has a Hellmouth in the basement. He tries to push Lui into it.
Valt attempts to reason with the Hellmouth, arguing that perhaps it is simply cranky because it is hungry and therefore we should try feeding it some bread. Shu debates whether he should try to stop him or not. Wakiya has to prevent Valt from being eaten by the basement maw.
Daina takes up witchcraft in an effort to become more useful, and also more goth. Jin and Clio are his occult study buddies. Clio claims to be a foreign exchange student from Transylvania. He's still doing the vampire schtick, but nobody considers trying to stake him because he is clearly just an idiot nerd in a silly costume. He gets shoved into a locker at least once a month.
Orochi is a random civilian [well, he's the son of a very rich and famous piano guy and also his family is friends with Wakiya's family, but other than that] who is saved from becoming a vamp snack one day, thus learning that Vampires Are Real, Apparently, and promptly asks "So some of them are good, then?" Shu and co. ask what the fuck he means by that, one of those bastards LITERALLY just tried to fang him, and he points at Clio. "Your friend there. He doesn't have a heartbeat. I thought my ears were playing tricks on me." Plot twist, the idiot nerd in the silly vampire costume IS an actual vampire and has just been hiding in plain sight. Shu goes to stake Clio and Clio squeals WAIT WAIT IT'S FINE IT'S FINE I DON'T EAT PEOPLE I'M THE GUY WHO'S BEEN BREAKING INTO THE HOSPITAL TWICE A MONTH I'M STEALING THE FUCKING BLOODBAGS PLEASE DON'T KILL ME I'M AN ETHICAL UNDEAD CREATURE OF THE NIGHT. This is true and everybody shrugs and lets him live because he's harmless. He didn't even eat the bully who tried to swirly him last week. Also he's really good at magic. The Annoying Creature Is Useful.
Clio later finds out that Free is ALSO an Actual Vampire who is not killing people and thus Shu has not killed HIM, and he is VERY PEEVED BY THIS.
Clio: "What The Fuck, Asshole! I've been friends with your friend for MONTHS now and you still tried to dust me immediately! You KNEW Murder Is A Choice, Even When You're Dead! Why no faith in me??? How have I not earned thine trust yet????? Oh! Oh! I am so offended. I bet you don't even taste good anyway."
Shu: "I DID stake Free. I staked Free for being annoying. You are also annoying."
Clio: >:O !!! "...Wait, Free's still around. That means you missed the heart?? lolololol"
Shu: "I am literally still holding a stake in my hand right this very moment. I am much better at using it now. Why are you deliberately continuing to annoy me. Do you WANT to be a little pile of ash on the floor."
Kensuke is a werewolf, unbeknownst to everybody [including Kensuke] because Kensuke is so sweet. Kensuke just thought he was a sleepwalker and didn't tell anybody about all the times he woke up butt-naked in the middle of the woods because that is embarrassing. Shu refuses to slay Kensuke upon discovering the truth, and instead opts to simply lock him in the incredibly convenient giant cage built into one of the walls of the school library every time That Time Of The Month rolls around. Kensuke is a good boy and only eats a few of the books.
Wakiya's father is incredibly rich and owns the school, as well as most of the rest of the city quite frankly. Everybody gets away with quite a lot of property damage because of this.
Shu's parents never find out anything whatsoever about what is going on because they are never home. They probably don't remember they even HAVE a son. Over the course of the series, Shu's father will divorce his mother and move away to fuck knows where, and Shu's mother will briefly date a robot before dying of a surprise cancer-induced brain aneurysm. Shu is conflicted on whether or not to care about either of these events.
I could keep going but this post is already very long and I need to stop.
