#tiny hc

[lostamongthefearnes]

and so what if i said lovergirl yolanda garcia who always holds the door open for her girlfriends, doesn’t let them open their own car doors either. lovergirl yolanda garcia memorizes her girlfriends coffee and tea preferences, orders for them when they go out. lovergirl yolanda garcia who will sneak out to take their cars down the street for a wash, detail, and full tank of gas. lovergirl yolanda garcia who meal preps for them while she’s gone on a work trip, who has flowers delivered when they both have a hard day. lovergirl yolanda garcia who likes to go on runs with her girlfriends and even though she’s faster than them she always goes their pace and never pushes too hard because she just likes being with them.

yeah so what if i said that

[love-minor-poltergeist]

I just had this thought about the devil‘s personal quarters filling up with decor once his partner starts living with him. Photographs of them both, gifts they’ve given each other, just little things that make the place feel more lived in. It’s a stark contrast to how barren the room used to look all the years prior

Wait, Anon, your mind.... I love soft, syrup-sweet sentimental scenarios like these!

The Devil's quarters, prior to his darling, were grand and rich with luxury. The walls, coated in velvet red and laced with gold filigree in its paper, held giant paintings of his monstrous visage. His bed, ginormous and dressed with soft covers and fluffy pillows, made him look absolutely small in comparison.

Before you, the demon had spent many a lonesome night in his chambers. 

Then along came you. To the Devil, your mere existence felt like a breath of fresh air to the fire and brimstone of his. 

Little by little, trinkets and baubles began to accrue in your new home. Which include, but are not limited to: a small potted cactus that sat on his work desk, the sole survivor of your attempts at gardening in Hell; a silk robe custom-tailored to your shape, currently crumpled at your side of the bed; numerous photographs of special dates. 

Birthdays, holidays-- all little things he hardly cared for at one point. Truly, you’ve brought a fragment of life to his dull existence.

Really, the possibilities are endless! 

[vilestblood]

Over the decades of his life as a (rogue) Hunter of Hunters, often indulging in blood, Antonín realises that he is immune to the Scourge. 

He’ll never turn into a beast, no matter how much blood he consumes. He isn't affected by any manner of poisons nor impurity either, being an utterly venomous creature himself. 

It’s a recessive characteristic of his lineage, which most people Cain.hurst people do not share. The so-called Vilebloods are quite resistant to beasthood, yet not necessarily immune to it. 

Someone turned by his blood will be cleansed from all early symptoms of the Scourge, and granted a strong resistance to it. Provided, of course, they survive the devastating toxic shock of consuming such a terrible poison. (The survivors are few.) This won’t work with beasts, that is, people who’ve already succumbed to beasthood. 

On that note: only the royal bloodline of Cain.hurst can turn regular people into inhuman beings akin (albeit not equal) to themselves. Then, only the Queen may safely give them the gift of blood without risk of harm or death. 

[mstinteresting]

@ghostconjured has my brain working overtime but um.....this is now my hc that reginald had allison rumor all the kids (including herself) to forget about vanya’s powers. 

[lostamongthefearnes]

garsanshimi secret relationship

but trinity & yolanda’s relationship isn’t secret

so they can seek each other out at work during hard days

can pause for a moment of support

meanwhile baran is over analyzing if she’s touched either of them too much, if she’s been too familiar with them, if she’s been fair to everyone as an attending

it’s exhausting

[lostamongthefearnes]

hello little gay people in my phone, happy pride

here is one little line of garsanshimi smut from a scene i’m working on

bc honestly i need the notes to motivate me to keep going

Baran nods, and the grip on her jaw turns firm as Yolanda raises an eyebrow. Heat surges through Baran’s body, her limbs and head feeling almost weightless as everything concentrates in her center. “Yes,” she sighs out, nodding again. It’s not enough of an answer for Yolanda, who tightens her grip further still and rests her thumb on Baran’s bottom lip. She knows what the surgeon is waiting for, knows she’s on the precipice of giving in fully. She takes in a shaky breath and lets it happen. “Yes, Daddy,” she exhales.

[lostamongthefearnes]

alright gimme your thoughts about garsanshimi at karaoke

[lostamongthefearnes]

something something garsanshimi regional theatre au

trinity is the stage manager, yolanda is the production manager, baran is the big name director they got to come in from out of town