#alas...

[rapidhighway]

damn, i can't believe sonic x fully used dark sonic's potential by making an entire story revolving around this transformation and didn't let it fade into obscurity

[0bir]

[daftpatience]

i feel like it would feel so good to really sing out loud. i should have been a drunk business man in one of those private karaoke places

[ancientrosetta]

I like the kind of woman who will actually just kill me - Jinu

[tern-loresong]

If anyone could buy a book or commission from me, or even just toss a few bucks at my Ko-Fi, I would really appreciate it. I finally got my bill from my ER visit a couple weeks ago and it's $310 I don't have. I've been picking up hours everywhere I can but I'm not even breaking even, I've been having to pull money from my savings for gas & food & car repairs and I've got nothing left to spare. Any help would be awesome.

[erinwantstowrite]

im so impatient because we have a whole other arc to get through before this but i want to write peter and duke being silly like so bad. they deserve silly time

[gruntsandpoetry]

The night of his 264th birthday, Lestat wakes to the bliss of Louis in the coffin beside him. Pressed to him like a part of himself, like a limb. Like a second heart beating outside of his chest. He presses a kiss to Louis' forehead. And hums happily. And says, "Bonsoir, cheri. I was dreaming of you."

Louis blinks awake, inhales, smiles. Presses a sleepy little kiss to the corner of Lestat's mouth. "Is that so?"

"Oui," Lestat says, and kisses Louis on the forehead again. Soaking up the heat of his soft bare skin. So content in the quiet dark of their coffin he can't imagine ever opening the lid.

"And what was dream Louis doin' exactly?" Louis asks, and kisses Lestat on the mouth once, twice, three times.

"Oh, all sorts of terribly filthy things," Lestat says, drawing a little rumble of laughter from Louis at once.

"Guess he must've known it was your birthday, hm?" Louis says, his voice dropping low, dark as the coffin sealed off from the light all around them. His hand roaming down Lestat's chest, over his ribcage, falling sweet as kisses against the dip of his belly.

Lestat tries to respond but no words will come. His whole body seized with weakness as Louis' mouth begins to follow the trail mapped out by his hand.