#rosirambles

[shwarbage]

vampire!rook who loves the way your breath hitches as he drags his fingers up your side. standing behind you, he’d keep one hand on your waist and trails the other one up and down, as one would soothe a pet.

with his nose pressed firmly against the side of your neck, he keeps one leg between your thighs to keep you from running off. still you squirm against an iron, inescapable grip, but he only giggles. when his breath tickles your skin, you feel like you’re being licked by an unquenchable fire. it sets something deep within you ablaze too. you’re torn between craving the cold touch of his fingers and survival.

vampire!rook whispers delectable things, promise and praise that echo between your bodies. it’s a lie, you know, but you can’t help but listen.

then come the fangs. teasing incisors that draaaaggg themselves along the curve of your neck, not harsh enough to draw blood quite yet, but enough to remind you just how vulnerable you are. enough to make your pulse quicken in a feeble attempt to outrun the inevitable. he likes that thrum beneath your skin, and wonders just how fast he can make it go.

vampire!rook will leave you an escape route, just so he has the chance to hunt you down again. "what a clever little creature you are!" he'd coo. and while you may ask him whether you are truly the object of his affection, or simply entertaining prey, he will only gently cup your chin and smile.

"are they not the same, my dear?"

vampire!rook can smell you all the way from his castle, perched on a hill so high, you could barely see the crumbling foundation through the endless fog. your scent had been driving him crazy for the last couple of days, and you should definitely take responsibility.

you were such a beautiful, marvelous creature, there’s no way he would let you go without a taste.

the only question remains is whether he is strong enough to hold himself back, or whether he’ll claim your blood in its entirety.

[ilikerosesalot]

I think chapter 21 of Jambound shot up to like, my fav chapters. I still am not sure if it beats out chap 10 and 11 but its ITS THAT LEVEL YK. MY GOD. FUCK. I AM THAT ONE LIVE REACTOR IN THE COMMENTS AND I LIKE TO PAUSE MY TYPING MULTIPLE TIMES BECAUSE. I COULDNT. I COULDNT EVEN. WORDS. HARD. TOO STUNNED AND INVESTED. GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

[melekinh]

obsessed w these pics i got of aether at my ritual on friday 🖤

[shwarbage]

with leona, softness is traded for sincerity, which on the surface seem like similar things. he doesn't treat you like you're going to break, he tells you the unflinching truth with crossed arms and a firm look.

it's the truth that propels one forward, not lies, not coddles. you hold each other accountable and that's why you can move forward.

he doesn't baby you, he trusts you. he trusts that you can handle the ugly stuff, the things that are hard to hear. after all, you can handle him. and who is rougher around the edges than he?

[shwarbage]

a “sister’s best friend” plot set after graduation would be so cute w jamil viper. i think half the time jamil would be internally freaking out because you’ve always had a special place in his heart.

and yet…you’re najma’s best friend. he has no business being in your business. but he can’t stop thinking about you: your carefree laughter, your brutal honesty, your unwavering loyalty. throughout all these years by najma’s side, you’ve never raised petty drama once and you’ve always been there for her when he couldn’t be.

he respects that. fiercely.

you and najma have basically been attached at the hip since birth. you’re everywhere. you sleep over often, you and najma call each other weekly to give each other life updates. it’s to the point where you don’t even need to ask where certain things are in the kitchen. you even get invited to family outings, whenever the viper’s can get the time off.

jamil’s favorite part is the little thrill he gets when he comes home and doesn’t know whether your shoes will be by the front door or not.

as a teen, he went through insane mental gymnastics: you’re around all the time, it’s clearly just the mere exposure effect. just being around someone or something frequently makes one partial to it.

he made a pros and cons list. pros include an endless list of how fucking awesome and funny you are, and cons lists only that you’re his sister’s best friend.

he even tried to use his UM on himself in the mirror to make himself forget all about you and the complex emotions you bring up that may or may not break some sort of code and jeapordize not only his relationship with you but also your friendship with najma.

and he failed. miserably.

even after all these years, after you and najma and he have all graduated and are all proper working adults, when he sees you he sees someone he’s known his whole life. someone who’s known him his whole life.

his heart still seizes at the thought of you, and his first instinct is to still make a stupid pros and cons list.

meanwhile najma is at the center of all this dumbassery, because she has known about her brother’s crush this whole time (he never tossed out that list and she rummaged through his stuff) AND she’s definitely picked up on your flustered state whenever you’re hanging out and jamil is home.

and she would be sooooooo unbelievably chill about it if it wasn’t so frustrating.

the two of you are actually so stupid. it’s seriously been over a decade of pathetic pining and neither of you have realized how the other feels? the only problem is how to get the two of you together without making it so glaringly obvious that she’s playing the genius matchmaker…

she absolutely cannot wait to give a speech at your wedding.

[shwarbage]

s/o higuruma when you’re a master’s student must be so fucking dreamy because he’s gone through all that crazy shit: those weird classmates, 20 page papers that keep coming, quirky professors, deplorable internships.

he knows exactly what you’re going through, which is why he tries to make your home life as easy as possible.

he’ll make sure you’re eating right. he’ll look over your papers and make sure you’re not on your phone when you shouldn’t be.

sometimes you’ll fall asleep at your desk mid study session and he’ll drape a blanket over your slumped figure before pressing a soft kiss on your temple. just light enough to not wake you.

and yes, he’ll even cap your energy drink intake in those few weeks before the semester ends. the whole pack of celcius you bought. gone. vanished. poof.

“you need to listen when your body has reached its limit,” he says. “if you don’t know it by eleven in the evening, just go to bed.”

and in those moments when you question yourself, when there’s echoes of you’re not good enough or you don’t deserve to be here, higuruma is there to beat the shit out of the little voice in your head with his law school textbooks.

(metaphorically. he’s not actually hitting you over the head with books.)

he’ll ask you about your day, and whenever you ask him to tell you stories of what his own program was like, he’ll always begin the same way: “law school was exactly like high school…” before launching into an extremely diabolical tale, where grown ass, adult classmates act like they’re 17 again and make it everyone’s problem.

laughter echoes in your home. and the feeling that you’re hopeless, a lost cause, the black sheep waiting to be singled out, vanishes like smoke in the air.

it gives you hope in a way. that in few years time, you’ll look back and have your own assortment of stupid stories to tell.

and when you graduate, because you will, higuruma will break into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen - possibly even bigger than your own - and run into your arms. he’ll whisper “i knew you could do it” and “i’m so proud of you” and “you deserve every moment of this” and pepper you with kisses between his words, because he never once doubted that you could. and he knows you deserve everything good coming your way.

[shwarbage]

imagining a yuu who was distracted playing pokemon go in the great year of 2016, gets hit by a car, dies, and gets sent to twisted wonderland

[shwarbage]

getting back into media you liked when you were younger is sooo important and sooo special. currently rewatching hxh and i think i watched it for the first time in ? 2018? i was probably 15 or something

every emotion hits so much harder & i understand the characters and the plot much better. i can literally feel my brain expanding. it’s probably because my media literacy is a lot better now at 21 and because i’ve had more experiences (good and bad) LMFAO but i swear i’m enjoying it just as much - if not more - than i did the first time

hq and hxh are i think the only series that i feel this way about. i think they put fucking crack in those shows bc i feel like i’m ascending after every episode

maybe i’ll write some hxh stuff soon🙈