Dumpster Fire

24 she/her Honestly this blog doesn’t even have a theme anymore, it just is

[la-floreria]

[writingblus]

i dont "go on walks," i dont "use character sheets" and i dont "plot before writing," i raw dog it, and if it doesnt flow, I FUCKING CRY.

[promptlyprompting]

"Hating you is the only defense I have against loving you."

[free-my-mindd]

[alanrobertmassey]

"Why?" from my debut poetry collection Clean Afternoon Love

Buy it here

Yours,

ARM

[my-dailydreams]

[my-dailydreams]

[important-cat-pics]

[doyouhearfootsteps]

[minimalistquotes]

If someone really wants you in their life, they find some way to show it, even with distance, even with work.

[bumpen-underbeds]

For the third time this week alone, you'd come home and find the living room set for dinner, three plates, candles, glasses, and the cutlery in all its proper places.

A true romantic dinner style setup, but it's confusing as you're not part of your roommates relationship at all.

Not yet anyway.

It's sweet how they prep a meal for all of you, their own plates made for a more blood heavy style of whatever they had cooked up and your own human standard serving, they truly were putting their all into these evenings with you. Almost like dates, almost like they were interested in you as well, but you'd seen how the two of them cuddled and showed each other such intense affection, so while you may have a little, teeny tiny crush on the two vampire bat hybrids you know better than to get your hopes about these dinners and the effort they seem to giving you.

Tonight was especially interesting, as the moment your home and done putting your work stuff away one of your roommates is guiding you to the bathroom. Brand new versions of your soaps, skin care, shampoo and conditioner are all propped up, ready for you to use as the silver haired bat hybrid asks you to wash up real quick before dinner, promising to come back when you're done to help with your hair, wiggling a brush between his fingers before slipping out of the bathroom.

Once you're done and dried he's back, knocking and peaking in to check that you're okay with him coming in before swiftly taking over doing something with the last of your post shower grooming.

By the time he's done you feel lost done up, like he'd somehow done something extra in your normal routine that made you do a double take before following him out of the bathroom and back towards the living room. Thankfully he walks faster than you by just a step, meaning you have a moment to let the feeling of fluster leave you, trying your best to settle as he reaches back and takes your hand to guide you that last little bit into the set up dining space.

Your other roommate is quick to pull out your chair, ever the gentleman as he shares a look over your head with his partner, ears flicking as he moves around the room bringing out the food for the three of you, slipping in a quick peck to his partners cheek before almost doing the same to you as he placed the plate down in front of you, only to fluster himself before settling into his spot at the table. Usually the three of you are more spread out across the table, but tonight they sit either side of you, chatting like this wasn't some candle lit dinner, happily chirping between sentences until you finally broach the subject of why they had been going into so much effort for dinner over the last few weeks.

The two of them share a look before the bolder of the two looks you dead on, eyes lidded and soft as he asks if you'd ever thought of them as more than just your roommates, if you'd even thought about their flirting and teasing in a more serious way then just two older gentlemen including you in their lives?

Looking between the two of them as they watch your face, the keen interest makes your stomach flutter, a mix of both nerves and that tiny crush you had been pushing down surging through you, as you try to fight off the feeling building in you as you sipped the drink they'd paired with the meal. Clearing your throat as you quietly ask them 'what if I had...' feeling flush as the two of them make an almost ruined sound, hands reaching out to take yours as they lean in, eyes glinting as they tell you they wanted you to keep thinking about it, and think about making it more than just a little what if.

You find it hard to think very straight as the two of them nuzzle into the side of your neck, fangs brushing your skin as they promise to be just as kind and thoughtful with you regardless of your answer, little kisses that trail up to your cheeks make you shiver before they pull away.

Dinner is almost well and truly forgotten until they offer to feed you little bites, the silver haired one still leaning against your shoulder as he coos about how bats like them show interest by grooming and feeding their mates. A swipe of gravy on his finger tip as he holds it to your lips, watching as you tentatively take the offered taste, able to feel as the bat hybrid practically purrs as you lick it away, warning himself a glad from his partner that handy gotten the chance to feed you himself by hand yet.

[inkpressedpetals]

[hopethesillyheartwitch]

Cannibalism as a metaphor for toxic relationships/codependency? Is this thing on? Can anyone hear me?

[asters-n-spirals]

I whipped up a little self indulgent hero x villain hypnosis short story and I thought I’d post it to see if anyone’s interested! I’m a big fan of overworked hero x hypnotist villain so that’s the main focus here. Story under the cut!

Villain gazed down at Hero as they knelt at their feet. They ran their hand through Hero's hair, smirking as the once mighty savior averted their eyes in embarrassment. 

"Oh don't act like you don't like this. You wanted it, remember? Unless, you've already forgotten to remember," they teased, moving their hand to Hero's chin and forcing them to look up. "I must say though, as powerful as I knew my hypnosis was, I never expected you to come crawling back to me, begging for more."

"Would you just get on with it," Hero grumbled, their brows furrowing together. 

"What, you mean…?" Villain lifted their free hand, their fingers poised to snap. Hero's eyes shot to their fingers, eager, almost desperate for that sweet sound. And then Villain laughed. "No, you don't get that yet. That's something you have to earn." They let their hand fall back to their side. 

"You—" Hero protested, beginning to get to their feet.

Villain pushed down on their shoulder, forcing them back to their knees. "I didn't say you could stand." For as firm as their statement was, their voice was shockingly soft, almost caring. They knew what that tone of voice did to Hero. It lowered their defenses, made them feel safe, opened their mind. "You don't do anything unless I tell you to. Do you remember why?"

"Good dolls obey." Hero's answer was automatic as the mantra spilled from their lips. 

"That's right," Villain cooed, moving their hand to cup Hero's cheek. "And you are such a good doll. You're a good doll so you're starting to sink for me. You're starting to go down deeper and deeper. And it feels so good. You're a good doll, so you deserve to feel good."

Hero's eyes started to glaze over as their body relaxed. They smiled just a little as they leaned their head into Villain's hand and sighed, "Mhm."

Villain crouched down so they were level with Hero, stroking their cheek with their thumb. "Tell me, doll, before I let you sink fully into mindlessness, why did you really come here?"

They turned their face so they could nuzzle it into Villain's hand, as if seeking comfort. Seeking comfort from Villain seemed outlandish, even dangerous, but Hero didn't care, not now. They needed this. "I'm so exhausted from it all," they mumbled through their daze. 

"From what? Your hero work?" Villain asked. The softness had faded from their voice just slightly, replaced with confusion.

Hero only nodded.

"I see." Villain shifted themself a little closer, keeping one hand on Hero's cheek and letting the other rest on their thigh. This time, it sounded like genuine care in their voice. "I could always tell you were tired whenever we fought. I just didn't know it was bad enough for you to seek out my help. You really are overworked, aren't you?"

Hero closed their eyes and clung Villain's arm. "Please…" they whispered. 

Villain smiled softly and sighed. "Don't worry, my doll. I'll help you rest. You’ve earned it after how hard you’ve worked. I'll help you…" They snapped their fingers. "Drop."

[inkpressedpetals]

[nondelphic]

i would finish my book but sadly i am busy being haunted by the concept of finishing my book

[on-a-lucky-tide]

My South African colleagues are texting me varying levels of "what this fuck is this shit?" and "bring the rain back" and "you tried to warn me but I was a fool", etc, and Bertie keeps meowing at me like this is my fault. There's a heatwave, and then there's a heatwave in Britain.