#wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[theshadowyalchemist]

i js told someone all my problems and their response was "you're not pregnant"

which is true BUT LIKE-

[saltoncity]

hot ones todayyyyyy i 🫶 food that hurts me

[see-arcane]

"Pfft, who even cares about Jonathan Harker?"

"What does he even add besides, like, a skinny little intro and giving us a reason to see the vampire chicks?"

"He's so boring. There's literally nothing to say about him!"

As an aside.

I have multiple editions of Dracula. The biggest comes in at 399 pages. The smallest, a palm-sized hardcover, has 463.

As of today, in Harker, Jonathan has just now escaped from Castle Dracula and started his marathon run.

...

There is something fundamentally awry within me, I think :)

[copyofszalamireaktor]

how it feels to be joyful

[austin-butlerian-jihad]

PILIPINAS NAMBA WAN LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[foreverambrosia]

Happy Halloween guys ✨️

[rheawritesforfun]

So, I decided to switch things up in the bad timeline. I will eventually edit/rewrite ‘Dusk till dawn’ to make it fit, posting it as an alternate version instead of replacing it.

So! If you’re interested, my headcanon for this angst galore is going to be as followed:

Alba became trapped in the Hidden City with her parents.

They somehow managed to survive for a while, until a raid destroyed their camp and both Sergio and Fjora perished protecting their daughter, insisting she ran away in order to survive.

Eventually, she was caught and because of her stubborn will to survive, they took her to a labor camp, where coincidentally she reunited with Riley.

Alba missed the fam and Leo very much but she’d had no way of contacting them. The way the world was at the moment, she feared their fates had been done for.

Enslaved by the Kraang, living in decrepit conditions, she felt extremely vulnerable.

As did Riley.

Her heart felt like a mess and against everything she’d learnt from her past relationship with the girl that had manipulated and abused her, despite the fact that Alba knew Leo wasn’t ‘just a friend’ to her, she couldn’t help giving in to the intimacy Riley offered as a coping mechanism for everything that had transpired.

Some time passed, she couldn’t tell how long, but eventually, a rescue party led by some sort of alliance made it past their overlord’s security system and broke them all out.

Insert scene where Leo and Alba find eachother from a distance in all the chaos, their emotions running rampant and causing their hearts to flutter.

Then Leo’s drops when he notices Riley holding on to Alba.

Everyone was led back to the resistance's HQ, she reunited with all her long lost friends that had made it thus far, argued and broke her arrangement off with Riley (girl was immediately jealous because she noticed the way Leo and Alba looked at eachother, she’d gone back to behave the way she used to because she felt ‘safe’).

Also, remember that before all of this happened, they’d been avoiding eachother because of the awkward 'I love you' hand flappies 👀🤌🏻💙

Awkwardness, pining like crazy because, you know, they’re grown adults and they’re both FINE AS HECC, but also lots of guilt, shame and insecurity in the air.

And shameless Royai refferences from fmab.

[strxnged]

I SAW REQUESTS omg elek please bless me with your writing skills :> also if possible, can i request a n y t h i n g about domestic oikawa because i'm in a brain rot 😟 also, feel free to ignore this :>

HELLO THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST, ABSOLUTELY

oikawa x gn!reader, fluff. brief mention of food. 1k words.

— 6:34PM

you leaned back in your chair, stretching your hands behind your head. you broke into a yawn that brought tears to your eyes, and you looked back down at the book you had intended to be reading.

it wasn't that the book itself didn't interest you — the story was plenty exciting, the pacing was fine. your problem was your own inability to focus. you wanted to read this book, but your mind was elsewhere.

your mind was on the fact that oikawa was going to be home from his trip. today. within the next few hours.

it was common enough for you to go and wait at the airport for him when he came home, but this week's trip hadn't been by plane. although the distance he'd gone was shorter, it felt even worse because you couldn't even go and watch his plane come in. your only option was to wait here, maybe prepare him a little welcome-home gift but not much else.

you forced your eyes back onto the page, away from the small gift bag you'd prepared with his favourite snack. you knew he'd like it, but something about seeing it unopened filled you with insatiable longing.

of course, as he always said, he appreciated the little gifts but the biggest gift of all was coming home and seeing you again.

as if on cue, you heard the door opening and you leapt out of your chair, your fatigue temporarily forgotten as soon as your eyes met his. brown, soft, and smiling eyes, a pleasant mouth, and embracing hands all greeted you and you melted into him.

"hey!" he was saying excitedly. "i missed you so much! it feels like it's been forever, or, at least, too long, mm." his lip pressed against yours and everything was okay.

"i missed you. i'm so glad you're—" your words were of course cut off by another kiss, and then he began to laugh.

"you won't believe what happened today," he said with a smile. "i'm so glad to be here so that i can tell you about it."

you clicked your tongue. "you seemed to be hiding something when i called you earlier."

"yes. gosh, y/n, this sort of thing has happened before but never in such a perfect way. but first — what have you been up to since you finished work today? i hope you've been relaxing."

"i was trying to read but i couldn't focus 'cause i was thinking about you."

he laughed again. "i know the feeling well. i'm just that distracting, aren't i?"

you made a face at him. "dude."

he paused to look at you, and his entire countenance seemed to change. he leaned towards you, a softer, slower gaze shifting between your eyes and lips. "i missed you," he whispered, tilting your face with slender fingers, "every day."

your mind went blank as he kissed you again, differently this time.

"i'm so lucky to have you," he said. "i'm so lucky to have someone i trust, someone who..." he pulled you into his chest, hooking his chin over your shoulder.

you wondered what could have happened to have him act like this. you weren't exactly arguing, though, hugging him back.

"do you want me to read to you?" he asked, his normal playful nature returning. "i don't know if you've learned about this side of me, but i make a fantastic narrator."

you half smiled at him and nodded. "okay. that sounds nice."

by the time the two of you had found your place on the couch, your head in his lap with an exquisite view to his moving lips, drowsiness seemed to be returning to both of you. his tone was calm, the tenor of his voice gracing your ears like the prophecy of an angel.

he read an entire chapter and throughout the whole of it you found yourself lost in the story and lost in his safety, your breathing more full than it had been for days.

he finished the chapter and looked down at you. "you want to know what happened?"

"mhm," you said, gazing curiously up at you.

"you know how people tend to fond over me," he said, "and ask for my number? my normal response is 'sorry, i've been lucky enough to land in a long distance relationship with someone i love very much.'"

you sat up in order to look him in the eye better, giving him a look of disbelief. "you say all that?"

"yes. you've heard me say it before, remember? anyways, this time i said it and the person replied with, 'oh yeah? do you have a picture?'"

"you showed someone what i look like?"

"sure. always happy to show you off. anyways, i described you a bit and showed a picture of you to them, and you know what they said?"

"um, 'ew, break up with them.'"

"of course not. no, babe, they said 'damn, you really are lucky. i'd date them over you any day.'"

you made a noise. "oikawa! your poor ego!"

"ah, yes, my ego. that's what i was thinking of in that moment." he smiled fondly at you.

"probably was," you said, the tips of your ears feeling hot.

"no, y/n. you're the one thing i love more than my pride." he sounded more certain of this than anything else. "i'd make a fool of myself for you in a heartbeat."

you paused, shaking your head at him. "you're already a fool, tooru."

"hey!"

"how about the rest of your trip?" you asked, walking over to the gift you'd prepared for him. "you hungry?"

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.