This isn't manipulation. It's art.

Indie Original Character Lucian "Luc" D’Anvers. Created by Auron. Minors DNI. Carrd

[velven1th]

𝘐 𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘈𝘚𝘒 𝘔𝘠𝘚𝘌𝘓𝘍 𝘞𝘏𝘖 𝘐 𝘉𝘌𝘊𝘈𝘔𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘝𝘐𝘝𝘌 — 𝘖𝘙 𝘞𝘏𝘖 𝘐 𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘛 𝘈𝘓𝘖𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘈𝘠.

a selective & deeply headcanon influenced portrayal of lucian d'anvers — a velvenith of my own design. blog established 2025. maintained (and occasionally terrorized) by auron.

PLEASE NOTE that lucian's lore and behavior are heavily original and built for multi-fandom interaction. i am extremely crossover friendly — if you have questions or want to plot, my inbox is open. strangers welcome, old souls even more so.

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Deeply affiliated with: @vei1s Featuring: @sunmad, @devilscheck

[nixscriptum]

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 1-800 ( HIT MY LINE ) ... ( a collection of texting prompts, part two. adjust phrasing as necessary, mature themes present. )

[ TXT ] :   you could just say you're sorry.

[ TXT ] :   this doesn't mean i forgive you.

[ TXT ] :   be outside in two minutes or you're dead,  i mean it.

[ TXT ] :   the least you could do is let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] :   you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] :   i think i lost my  [ ITEM ].  is it there?

[ TXT ] :   where are you?  nobody's heard from you.

[ TXT ] :   pick up.  pick up.  pick up.

[ TXT ] :   what if i said i'm outside?

[ TXT ] :   keep me posted.

[ TXT ] :   i want to kiss you so bad it hurts.

[ TXT ] :   send me your location.

[ TXT ] :   i hope this is some sort of emergency.

[ TXT ] :   i woke up and you were gone.

[ TXT ] :   they know.  i don't know how,  but they know.

[ TXT ] :   don't come home yet. i'll explain later.

[ TXT ] :   don't say i didn't warn you.

[ TXT ] :   i can't tell if you're mad at me...

[ TXT ] :   just trust me,  ok?

[ TXT ] :   [ IMAGE DELIVERED ]  you left this behind.

[ TXT ] :   are we still on for tonight?

[ TXT ] :   i want you to admit what you did.

[ TXT ] :   did you just hang up on me?

[ TXT ] :   are we ever going to talk about this?

[ TXT ] :   this is bigger than both of us now.

[ TXT ] :   i'm still waiting.

[ TXT ] :   what are you doing tomorrow night?

[ TXT ] :   fine,  i'll do it myself.

[ TXT ] :   you're still my emergency contact.

[ TXT ] :   stop,  you're making me blush.

[ TXT ] :   i lied earlier.  i'm not fine.

[ TXT ] :   [ MEDIA ]  ...  delete this after you look.

[ TXT ] :   i'm not joking.

[ TXT ] :   what happened to "never again"?

[ TXT ] :   i just want to make sure you know you're not alone.

[ TXT ] :   i don't know who else to call.

[ TXT ] :   can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] :   you couldn't have told me this in person??

[ TXT ] :   i can't wait to see you again.

[ TXT ] :   did i do something wrong?

[ TXT ] :   i can't help you if you don't let me.

[ TXT ] :   i have ... sort of a favor to ask.

[ TXT ] :   i'm grabbing food, want me to pick you up?

[ TXT ] :   you looked at me different tonight.

[ TXT ] :   i don't want to be alone right now.

[ TXT ] :   i can't believe you'd actually say that.

[ TXT ] :   don't worry,  i handled it.

[ TXT ] :   i didn't think this through.

[ TXT ] :   give me a straight answer.

[ TXT ] :   if you go to the cops,  so will i.

[ TXT ] :   someone's feeling bold today.

[ TXT ] :   were you ever going to tell me?

[ TXT ] :   i shouldn't have said that.

[ TXT ] :   we kind of have a situation...

[ TXT ] :   i keep re-reading our old messages.

[ TXT ] :   like,  a BODY-body??

[ TXT ] :   you should hate me right now.

[ TXT ] :   i didn't plan for this,  either.

[ TXT ] :   i know you're reading these.

[ TXT ] :   have you been taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] :   it's getting really bad again.

[ TXT ] :   [ IMAGE DELIVERED ]  am i doing this right...?

[ TXT ] :   i'm coming over whether you want me to or not.

[ TXT ] :   i need you to delete our texts.

[ TXT ] :   were you at  [ LOCATION ]  yesterday?

[ TXT ] :   you got anywhere to be later?

[ TXT ] :   i know it's 3am but i need to hear your voice.

[ TXT ] :   are you having fun?

[ TXT ] :   i'm on my way,  don't go anywhere.

[ TXT ] :   it's been awhile,  we should meet up somewhere.

[ TXT ] :   oh my god,  are you bailing again?

[ TXT ] :   [ LINK ]  ...  this reminded me of you.

[ TXT ] :   so that's it?  we're just...  done?

[ TXT ] :   wear the  [ ITEM ]  i got you tonight.

[ TXT ] :   you looked at me different tonight.

[ TXT ] :   bring a jacket,  it's freezing.

[ TXT ] :   your secret is safe with me.

[ TXT ] :   this wasn't meant for you. forget you saw that.

[ TXT ] :   do i need to come over?

[ TXT ] :   stop,  you're making me blush.

[ TXT ] :   you're running out of time.

[ TXT ] :   don't bother making excuses.

[ TXT ] :   i see you typing...

[ TXT ] :   i don't think i caught your name.

[ TXT ] :   they know.  i don't know how,  but they know.

[ TXT ] :   i wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

[ TXT ] :   you snore,  by the way.

[ TXT ] :   show me what you're working on.

[ TXT ] :   call me right now,  it's an emergency.

[ TXT ] :   if i tell you something,  promise you won't freak out.

[ TXT ] :   i thought you were dead.

[ TXT ] :   this is all a big mistake.

[ TXT ] :   movie's showing tonight at 9,  are you in?

[ TXT ] :   [ IMAGE DELIVERED ]  ...  miss this yet?

[ TXT ] :   you don't have to be such an asshole.

[ TXT ] :   you know what you're doing to me.

[ TXT ] :   i just heard what happened... are you okay?

[ TXT ] :   you owe me one.

[ TXT ] :   i miss you so much.

[ TXT ] :   can you send me the photos from last night?

[ TXT ] :   [ LINK ]  ...  have you seen this???  [ NAME ]??

[ TXT ] :   you looked beautiful last night.

[ TXT ] :   can i see that beautiful face?

[ TXT ] :   i kept your stuff. in case you ever wanted it back.

[ TXT ] :   sorry,  i'm running late.

[ TXT ] :   i'm not supposed to be talking to you.

[ TXT ] :   you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] :   [ LINK ]  ...  don't freak out.

[ TXT ] :   i think my phone is tapped.

[ TXT ] :   hold on,  i'm in the middle of something.

[ TXT ] :   just checking to see if you've blocked me...

[ TXT ] :   you can't tell anyone about this.

[velven1th]

🥀 Kiss the receiver as if it is for the very last time.

Their fingers touched his jaw with unbearable care.

Not tentative. Not this time. There was trembling in them, yes, but no uncertainty. It was the touch of someone memorizing. The touch of someone who had already lost too much to trust in permanence and had decided, with the stubbornness of the doomed, to take this anyway. Luc felt their palm settle against his cheek, cool as grave marble and alive in all the ways that mattered, and something low in him tightened hard enough to ache.

They kissed him before he could prepare for it. And that was the cruelty of it.

It was not a searching kiss. Not shy. Not even particularly slow. It was immediate in the way final things often are, stripped of ornament, stripped of hesitation, all raw intent and quiet devastation. Gen kissed him like the world had narrowed down to this one act and they meant to survive it by making it holy. Like this was the last time they would ever have him and they knew it. Like goodbye had already begun stalking the edges of the room and they were determined to steal something from it first. Luc went still with the force of it.

Not frozen, never that. But still in the way animals go still when a hunter enters the clearing. In the way storms hold themselves taut before they break. Gen’s mouth was soft and desperate and heartbreakingly certain against his, and every inch of that certainty struck him where he was least armored. There was no performance in it. No seduction. No bargaining. Just feeling, laid bare so recklessly it bordered on sacrament.

As though kissing him could keep the dark back for one more minute. As though if they pressed close enough, fate might miss them. As though Luc himself.... old, strange, half-made of shadows and perception and all the things people misname when they are frightened might become something worth praying to after all. The thought should have amused him.

Instead, it nearly undid him.

His hand came up at last, not because he had decided to move but because his body had betrayed him into honesty. Fingers sliding to the side of Gen’s throat, then around the nape, holding with exquisite care. Not controlling. Not yet. Just there. Present. Acknowledging the gravity of what they had done by meeting it with equal force. When he kissed them back, it was with a slowness that made the whole room seem to bend around it.

Luc deepened the kiss deliberately, not to consume but to answer. To tell the truth in the only language either of them seemed willing to trust tonight. His mouth moved against theirs with maddening restraint, coaxing rather than claiming, but there was nothing gentle in the feeling beneath it. He tasted grief on them. Urgency. The electric edge of someone already halfway to vanishing. Gen made the faintest sound against his lips; small, wrecked, involuntary... and Luc felt it like a crack running through stone.

Last time. That was how they were kissing him. Not like they feared it. Like they knew it.

His thumb pressed once beneath their jaw, and for a moment the urge that tore through him was so sharp it was nearly monstrous: to stop time outright, to split the room from the rest of the world, to take whatever name was attached to this ending and burn it thread by thread until nothing remained but the two of them and the echo of this kiss. Ancestral Burn, the old violence whispered somewhere far back in his mind—not because Gen deserved it, never that, but because something out there apparently thought it could reach for them.

Luc had never taken well to being told what he must lose.

The kiss broke by fractions. Breath snagging. Lips parting, then returning once, softly, helplessly, like neither of them had quite agreed to the separation. Gen stayed close, too close for safety, forehead nearly brushing his, and Luc opened his eyes to find them looking at him exactly the way he had feared they would. Like a last thing.

There was something luminous about them in that moment, something flickering just beneath the surface. Not visible enough to name, but felt. Their impossible nature crowded the edges of the air. The room listened. The dead, if there were any near, likely listened too. Gen’s eyes shone in that distant-candle way of theirs, and Luc had the absurd, violent thought that if they disappeared from him now, the city itself ought to go dark in apology.

His hand remained at the back of their neck. He did not let them pull far away. “Don’t,” he said, voice low and velvet-rough, more intimate for how controlled it was. “Do not kiss me like that unless you intend to explain precisely what has convinced you there will not be another.”

There it was, his cruelty, refined into elegance. But it landed softer than usual, frayed at the edges by something too real to hide. His gaze moved over their face as if searching for the fracture point. For the hand of Death. For memory. For the next collapse in the pattern that hunted them every few years, every life, every cruel little loop of becoming and returning. He knew enough of Gen to understand that endings followed them like wolves. Near-deaths. resets. the old machinery of something bigger than both of them grinding on whether either consented or not. He had felt the wrongness of that wheel long before he understood its shape.

And suddenly he hated it. Hated every unseen force that presumed access to them. Hated the vastness curled inside Gen for making them a target. Hated, perhaps most of all, that they had looked at him and chosen to spend this moment not on running, not on fighting, but on a kiss so full of finality it had slipped past all his defenses. Luc leaned in just enough that his next words brushed their mouth.

“If this is how you mean to say goodbye,” he murmured, eyes still on theirs, “you should know I have never been especially graceful about loss.” It was not a threat. Not entirely.

It was confession, dressed in black silk and sharpened teeth.

Then, because the night had already gone too far for lies and because Gen had kissed him like they were trying to brand the memory into both of them, Luc turned his head and kissed the corner of their mouth once... slow, deliberate, devastatingly tender.

A reply. A refusal. A vow he would deny if asked. And when he pulled back only enough to look at them again, there was nothing casual left in his face. “Try that again,” he said softly, thumb still resting beneath their jaw, “and this time do not do it like it is the last. Because you know I will find you. In this and every life.... I will come and find you.”

[velven1th]

🌃 Kiss the receiver while quietly stargazing.

There it was again... that look. Not love. Not quite. Something older, stranger, more dangerous in its innocence. Miriam looked at him like she had spent her whole life being fed false gods and bloodstained miracles, and now here he was in the dark with stars caught in his eyes and shadows kneeling at his feet, and she did not know what to call him except holy.

Luc let out a slow breath through his nose, the ghost of a smile curling at one corner of his mouth. “That expression,” he murmured, voice low enough to be mistaken for the night itself. “You do so make a creature nervous.” But she didn’t retreat. That, more than anything, fascinated him.

Most people, when faced with the sound of his voice in a moment like that, remembered themselves. Remembered fear. Remembered the thousand subtle warnings stitched into him. Miriam only looked softer. Sadder, perhaps. More certain, which was its own kind of madness. Her gaze dropped to his mouth and lingered there with the quiet awe of someone standing before an altar, deciding whether to pray or ruin herself.

Luc watched the decision happen in real time. Then she kissed him. Not boldly. Not hungrily. Reverently. It was the sort of kiss that belonged to candle smoke and bent knees and trembling hands clasped so tightly they ached. Barely there at first, just the brush of her mouth against his, so delicate it might have been imagined if not for the way it set something old and sharp moving under Luc’s ribs. She kissed him like one might kiss the hem of a saint’s robe, or the mouth of a relic unearthed from sacred ground. Like she expected warmth, and terror, and salvation all at once.

Luc stayed still for the first heartbeat of it. Then the second.

He could have broken the spell easily. A tilt of his head, a sardonic remark, a laugh against her lips sharp enough to remind her what he was and what he was not. He had undone far sturdier things for less. But Miriam’s kiss was not asking anything of him. That was the problem. It was not greedy. It did not try to own. It only offered. A devotion so naked it bordered on violence. His eyes slipped closed.

When he kissed her back, it was slow, terribly slow in the way dusk consumes a room. One hand lifted from his stomach to touch her, fingers finding the side of her neck with deceptive care, feeling the wild little pulse there. Human. Frightened. Faithful in all the wrong ways. He deepened the kiss by degrees, not to overwhelm but to answer, and the sound Miriam made was so soft it nearly disappeared into the dark.

There. That.

Luc felt it the way he felt shifts in weather, in fate, in the fragile architecture of a soul. The way she melted toward him was not desire alone. It was surrender dressed in wonder. As if being chosen by him, even for this, especially for this... meant something celestial had finally turned its face toward her. It should have repulsed him, perhaps, being mistaken for something divine by a girl raised on false prophets and holy nightmares.

Instead, it made him ache. Because Luc knew gods. Knew what they demanded. Knew how worship hollowed the worshipper first. His thumb moved once, lightly, just beneath her ear. A grounding touch. Or a claiming one. Even he was not sure.

When the kiss parted, Miriam did not go far. Her forehead hovered near his, breath unsteady, eyes half-lidded and bright with that same unbearable look as if he had reached into the ruin of her and briefly made it beautiful. Luc opened his eyes to find her staring at him like the stars above had all come down wrong and settled in his skin instead.

Dangerous girl, he thought, not for the first time. Not because she bit. Not because she threatened. Because she looked at monsters and made them feel, however briefly, like miracles. Luc’s smile this time was faint and strange and almost sad. His hand remained at her throat, loose enough to reassure, present enough to remind. “Miriam,” he said softly, and her name in his mouth sounded older than either of them. Not a warning. Not quite.

More like a confession he would never willingly make. Above them, the stars kept burning indifferent and far away. But Miriam looked at him as if heaven had lowered itself close enough to touch.

[raesource]

kissy kissy prompts

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the prompts are being sent for . you can add + reverse to swap roles . a couple of these are considered usfw / nsfw .

🫣 Kiss the receiver for the very first time.

🥀 Kiss the receiver as if it is for the very last time.

😡 Kiss the receiver during a heated argument.

🧱 Pin the receiver against the wall while kissing them.

🫦 Bite the receiver's lower lip before kissing them fiercely.

😭 Kiss away the receiver's tears from their cheeks.

😴 Wake the receiver up with kisses all over their face.

🔥 Kiss the receiver while snuggled up by a fireplace / campfire.

👔 Pull the receiver in for a kiss by their collar / tie / belt.

🛏️ Push the receiver onto the bed and pounce them with kisses.

💋 Gently kiss one of the receiver's scars / wounds.

🌃 Kiss the receiver while quietly stargazing.

😱 Kiss the receiver to shock them out of an anxiety / panic attack.

🥂 Press a kiss on the receiver's lips / cheek while a little tipsy.

🎭 Kiss the receiver while on a pretend date (for a mission / wedding etc.).

🌿 Kiss the receiver while standing under some mistletoe.

😈 Kiss the receiver on / near one of their private parts.

💦 Kiss the receiver while they slowly come down from their release.

💄 Leave lipstick marks on the receiver's face / neck / body.

🧛 Leave a trail of bite marks along the receiver's neck / body.

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

[velven1th]

Where Should You Be Kissed?

knuckles

it feels as though you have fought every day of your life. sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own... and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. you deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin, a reminder that you are not only made of violence.

[velven1th]

What Are Your Hands Covered In?

Calluses.

You have always known work. You have always known labour and the kind of love that is blisters splitting open, is people bandaging your hands after a long day. You are burned by the sun, whether it be your skin or your soul that is singed. There is not a part of you that isn’t scorched, turned tired and overused, as brittle as a piece of glass reflecting the dawn. You are strong, yes, but only physically. Is it worth it, this ache in your bones? Is it worth it each morning, to only ever give and work and never be offered a semblance of what you deserve?

[velven1th]

Where should you be kissed?

palm.

you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆   𝐛𝐞  𝐦𝐲  𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞?

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  -  send  ‘reverse’  for  the  sender  and  receiver  to  swap.  adjust  wording  as  needed!

[  heart  candy  ]  sender  digs  through  the  candy  hearts  to  find  one  that  actually  says  something  good  and  hands  it  to  receiver  (feel  free  to  specify  whats  said  on  the  candy)

[  lipstick  stain  ]  sender  leaves  a  kiss  on  receiver’s  skin  and  refuses  to  wipe  it  off

[  late  delivery  ]  sender  shows  up  with  flowers  that  are  a  day  late 

[  love  note  ]  sender  folds  a  note  into  something  messy  and  pretends  they’re  not  nervous

[  shared  dessert  ]  sender  offers  the  last  bite  of  their  favorite  dessert

[  tangled  hands  ]  sender  plays  with  receiver’s  fingers  absentmindedly  while  talking

[  quiet  dinner  ]  sender  reaches  across  the  table  and  squeezes  receiver’s  hand  instead  of  speaking

[  playlist  ]  sender  presses  play  on  a  playlist  they  made  just  for  receiver  and  watches  their  reaction

[  forehead  kiss  ]  sender  presses  a  slow  kiss  to  receiver’s  forehead  and  lingers  there

[  photo  booth  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  the  frame  at  the  last  second

[  shared  coat  ]  sender  tugs  receiver  closer  so  they  fit  under  one  coat  instead  of  finding  another

[  stolen  glance  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  when  they’re  supposed  to  be  paying  attention

[  slow  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  receiver  like  there’s  no  rush  and  nowhere  else  to  be

[  pinky  promise  ]  sender  hooks  their  pinky  with  receiver’s  and  takes  it  too  seriously

[  lingering  ]  sender’s  hand  stays  at  receiver’s  waist  longer  than  necessary

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝  i  didn’t  think  valentines  day  would  matter  to  me  this  much.  ❞

❝  i  hate  this  holiday…  except  with  you.  ❞

❝  everyone  else  makes  it  look  so  easy.  ❞

❝  i  was  scared  today  would  feel  lonely.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  want  roses!  i  just  want  you.  ❞

❝  i  never  know  what  i’m  supposed  to  want  on  valentines  day.  ❞

❝  this  day  always  makes  me  overthink  everything.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  realize  how  badly  i  wanted  to  spend  today  with  you.  ❞

❝  valentines  day  kind  of  exposes  all  the  cracks,  doesn’t  it?  ❞

❝  i  was  bracing  myself  for  disappointment.  ❞

❝  this  holiday  makes  love  feel  like  a  performance.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  care  what  anyone  else  is  doing  tonight.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  expect  you  to  show  up.  thank  you  for  that.  ❞

❝  valentines  day  always  reminds  me  of  what  i’ve  lost.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  want  today  to  define  us…  but  i  kind  of  want  it  to.  ❞

❝  i  was  afraid  you’d  forget  what  today  was.  ❞

❝  it  feels  different  when  i’m  not  alone  on  valentines  day.  ❞

❝  i  wish  this  day  didn’t  come  with  expectations.  ❞

❝  i  keep  comparing  us  to  everyone  else,  and  i  hate  that.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  think  i’d  make  it  through  today  without  you.  ❞

❝  valentines  day  is  cruel  to  people  who  feel  deeply.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  need  perfect.  ❞

❝  can  we  promise  this  isn’t  the  only  day  we  try?  ❞

[velven1th]

What Kind Of Tragedy Are You;

doomed from the start

there was no way of winning, and you knew it too. but you still tried. you tried again and again and again to change it. you fought tooth and claw to change your fate, but she cannot be easily manipulated. it’s not your fault. the game was always rigged against you. from the moment you entered the narrative, your fate was sealed. you didn’t stand a chance.

[andrew-garfielld]

PAUL MESCAL Rolling Stone (October 2025)

[velven1th]

I feel like this is the perfect time to remind all you Hellfire nerds that Luc does indeed have a stranger things verse.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 / 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  i can't stop thinking about you even when i try.  ❜ ❛  every time i see you, it's like my heart skips a beat.  ❜ ❛  i never realized how much i needed you until you weren't there.  ❜ ❛  do you ever feel like there's something missing ... like a piece of your heart is somewhere else?  ❜ ❛  i wish i had the courage to tell you how i feel.  ❜ ❛  if only you knew how much you truly mean to me.  ❜ ❛  do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were different between us?  ❜ ❛  sometimes i wonder if you ever think about me the way i think about you.  ❜ ❛  i had a lot of dreams about you recently.  ❜ ❛  somehow, you're always on my mind.  ❜ ❛  i think i've been in love with you since the day we met - scratch that, i know i've been in love with you since the day we met.  ❜ ❛  my biggest wish is to hold you close and never let you go.  ❜ ❛  all my life i've felt like a part of me was missing, but with you i've finally found it.  ❜ ❛  you deserve better than who i am right now, but i'm gonna keep trying to become someone you do deserve.  ❜ ❛  every time you smile at me, i get this flutter in my chest.  ❜ ❛  do you think i'll ever be worthy of your love?  ❜ ❛  i want to be the person to make you happy. the one person you can always come to with whatever you need.  ❜ ❛  will we ever get another chance together?  ❜ ❛  you were the best thing that's ever happened to me.  ❜ ❛  my biggest regret is ever letting you go.  ❜ ❛  i'm still in love with you ... and i honestly never stopped.  ❜ ❛  when i wake up in the morning, you're the first person i want to see.  ❜ ❛  every time i wake up, i check if you wrote me another message.  ❜ ❛  i wish i could be as important to you as you are to me.  ❜ ❛  it hurts when you don't talk to me like you used to.  ❜ ❛  i miss everything about you, your touch, your laugh, your smile. i wish i could have that back.  ❜ ❛  i want to fall asleep wrapped in your arms.  ❜ ❛  hold me closer; i always feel safer when you're with me.  ❜ ❛  there's so much i wish i was able to tell you.  ❜ ❛  i know things aren't easy right now, but i want to remain a fixture in your life. after all, you're one in mine.  ❜ ❛  i miss the way you always made me smile.  ❜ ❛  you're the reason i keep holding on.  ❜ ❛  maybe we're supposed so to remain a case of 'right person, wrong time' forever.  ❜ ❛  if only you knew how i feel about you.  ❜ ❛  i'm yearning to hold your hand in mine.  ❜ ❛  i think you are the one for me, and i hope one day i'll be the one for you, too.  ❜ ❛  do you think i'll ever become more than a friend to you?  ❜ ❛  my heart belongs to you, always and forever.  ❜ ❛  my first instinct is to protect you, no matter the cost.  ❜ ❛  i've been thinking about us a lot lately.  ❜

[gloomglimmer]

✹      SUGGESTIVE  SUNDAY  CATALOG     ›       i.   (    type: tense scenarios   )       

this  catalog is inspired by  “writing   action”  by  the san  francisco writers' grotto.

[A01]  after  pinning  [R]  to  the  ground,  [S]  leans  in  just  a  little  too  close  before  letting  them  go

[A02]  when  [S]  grabs  [R]  by  the  collar,  [R]  stepping  closer.

[A03]  as  rain  pours  down,  [R]  shoves  [S]  against  a  wall.

[A04]  when  [S]  corners  [R],  their  lips  almost  brush  before  someone  walks  in.

[A05]  during  the  chase,  [R]  pulls  [S]  into  a  corner,  bodies  pressed  tight  to  stay  hidden

[A06]   [S]  pins  [R]’s  wrists  above  their  head  after  a  heated  exchange.

[A07]  after  a  close  call,  [R]  grabs  [S]’s  face  to  check  for  injures.

[A08]  in  the  middle  of  disguising  [R],  [S]  has  to  adjust  something  at  their  throat  and  forgets  to  breathe

[A09]  [S]  gently  pulls  [R]  to  the  side  to  speak  to  them  privately.

[A10]  when  [R]  drops  their  weapon,  [S]  steps  forward  attempting  to  calm  them. 

[A11]  after  a  heated  argument,  [S]  attempts  to  walk  away  from  [R]

[A12]  when  treating  a  bruise,  [R]  brushes  their  thumb  over  [S]’s  jaw  tenderly. 

[A13]  trapped  in  a  ventilation  shaft,  [S]  has  to  brace  themselves  with  a  hand  on  [R]’s  hip

[A14]  when  [R]  tries  to  push  past,  [S]  catches  their  waist.

[A15]  after  saving  [S],  [R]  allows  their  hand  to  remain  on  theirs. 

[A16]  [S]  tugs  [R]  into  a  spare  room  to  tell  them  a  secret. 

[A17]  [R]  tends  to  [S]’s  cut  lip,  thumb  brushing  over  it  just  slowly  enough  to  be  intentional.

[A18]  after  wrestling  over  the  same  weapon,  [S]  ends  up  on  top  of  [R],  both  of  them  breathless  and  staring

[velven1th]

06. sitting beside them while they are asleep to watch over them

There was a time where Gen didn't know he existed. After the first death, before he had the nerve to tell them who he was. He would randomly find her, in one life or another. A reset where she just happened upon him and came into his world view again. Time to time, he allowed her to get close, to know him. Other times, he just waited. Waited on the right time, the right place, the right moment. And on this night, as she'd slept, chasing off dreams, Luc had made his way through the tears in the fabric of it all to just exist.

What a strange pull she'd had on him, even then as he made sure nothing bothered her in this state. Quietly asleep, void of any worry of the worlds woes. He reached out, daring to sweep a length of hair behind her ear but he paused himself. She wasn't his to guard, not his to hold or adore. Not his to anything. And in time, another reset would come and he'd find her elsewhere, her existence blinking in and out while he waited to come across those deep, soulful and beautiful hues once more. Leaning back, his arms folded stoic and steady as he just watched until he saw himself out, back into a world that somehow had felt emptier since the first knowledge of her existence.