#socks rambles

[devioussocks]

major spoilers for ep6 of vsmp (specifically v!owen and v!legundo’s povs)!! You have been warned!!

I have to yap about the cure duo situation. I absolutely love all of the turned vampire Legs aus because nothing is better than eternal vampire husbands, but I don’t think that’s the happy ending for them.

I love Louis, but at the end of the day, Legundo isn’t him, and I think the best ending is when Owen is able to recognize and accept that. By turning Legundo, Owen is pretty much making him a replacement Louis. And as a character Legundo is way more than that!! Narrative wise, I think Louis, in a way, turned Owen into the monster that he is, and so naturally, Legundo should be his path back to humanity.

Imo one of the vampires needs to give Owen a stern talking to and make it clear how he’s totally FUMBLING THE BAG!!!

in all seriousness though this series has me in a chokehold and I love all of the work everyone had put into making it what it is. Ok that’s enough rambling *retreats back into the dark recesses of the void*

[strayingsocks]

YOU GUYS DON'T GET HOW MUCH I MISSED HIM

[braincoins]

“Lazy servants,” the royalty laments. “Shiftless, no good...” Another servant has disappeared and now a prince or princess will be late to court if the rest of their slackabout servants don’t pick up the pace.

But as they help their master or mistress into their clothes, brush out their hair, apply perfume or cologne, the servants glance at each other knowingly. Some servants do run off, if they’re treated too badly, but most of the time, that’s not what’s happened.

When you first arrive, it’s easy to get lost. Hallways seem to rearrange themselves at will. But that’s silliness, of course; buildings don’t - can’t - do that. Eventually, you learn how to get where you’re going as fast as the royalty needs you, faster even, as a good servant anticipates their master’s or mistress’s needs. If the hallways move, it’s to help you.

Most of the time.

But sometimes, if you’re not careful, you wind up in a corridor that’s seen little use. Cobwebs on the ceiling, dark stains on the floor. You leave footprints in the dust. If you’re smart, you back away; if you’re lucky, you’ll make it back to the known servants’ passages. If you’re not...

The Palace is hungry, and the servants know it better than anyone else, because they are the ones it feeds on when the hunger gets too great.

[jaskiersvalley]

The plan: Write last chapter of Heart Exchange.

The brain: Here’s an Olympics AU idea. It would be fun even if you know nothing about the Olympics. Also, it should be called Stroking Cacti.

Guess I’m now writing a one-shot called Stroking Cacti...

[redstainedsocks]

*waves at new followers* you're all so nice, I can just tell.

Anyway, to the point of this post: Someone tagged me to do a picrew the other day but now I cannot find the post and I'm very sorry it looked like a lot of fun and I swear I meant to do it sooner but life got away from me and aaaaa. Anyway, if you see this, thank you random internet citizen who's username has fallen out of my sieve of a brain, I appreciated the tag.

In other news I am not working on any of the things I said I would work on because I got another idea instead, but it's okay! Because I think everyone who likes Kit's Story is going to love it.

[oddsocksandstuff]

Sticking my hand out the window to record the sound of the rain at 2am, and worrying my grip won't hold and I'll drop my phone so going as still as I possibly can, while the darkness outside is lit by the orangey glow of the streetlight and I am but a shadowy shape at the window, stretching to reach and half hidden behind the curtain, while a neighbour looks warily out at me like I'm some kind of neighbourhood cryptid

Which... I am, at this moment, I am the neighbourhood cryptid

[strayingsocks]

i feel like im reading an ao3 fanfiction with the tag possessive/jealous cyclonus

[strayingsocks]

okay i finished the devil's playhouse and i'm never going to be the same again im in shambles my throat hurts from hjolding in tears and