I swear. This year has done me so much good I don’t even. Am absolutely fucking blessed I can’t even. I actually wished to get my hands on the LE version of the book since they launched it for PO last year but shipping was insanely high since I’m all the way on the other side of the globe and never preordered this baby.

It was by a stroke of luck I pop by to check out the book store I frequent. And I struck gold with it.
They brought in a smol qty of stocks and my copy was the last one and limited edition to boot. Im cryinggggg. Crying over every individual pages filled with beautiful gorgeous art. This… This book is da bomb. Just fucking take my money. The covers/casings and those three printsssss. Just too bootiful, enuff said.

My advanced birthday present to myself. Or rather this year has been a present altogether. 😭❤️✨✨✨

The stars glimmer above them, soft and bright against the velvet of the night sky. They’re in the garden of the manor, a camp ground of sorts, Mark asleep and snoring beside them. Damien has yet to go to sleep, eyes fixed on the stars. Mark loves the stars, insisted on sleeping out here for the first night of their summer break. He’d fallen asleep in the midst of naming them, a game between the three of them to point put who knows the most constellations.

Damien loves the stars too, their shimmering gaze cool on his face. He loves the garden too, loves the soft velvet of flower petals between his fingers or wrapped in a crown around his head. Celine always braids them into his hair. Will snuffles beside him, gently nudging his arm.

“Go to bed Dami”, he slurrs, snagging a corner of Mark’s blanket to pull closer to himself.

“Can’t sleep”, Damien whispers back, not looking away from the canvas of stars. Will grumbles, but squirms closer to him so that Damien is snuggly sandwiched between Mark and Will.

“You think we’ll always be this close Will? You think we’ll be together always?”

“Of course”, Will huffs, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Damien settles back, a smile curling his lips. His eyes feel heavy now and though there’s a bit of a breeze, he isn’t cold.

“Damien?” Will’s voice crackles with grief, holding his face between shaking hands.

He blinks, the name familiar, a part of him, a piece of his broken anger. But he’s not Damien. He doesn’t say that, feels that Will would shatter into dust if he told him otherwise, puts one cold, silver hand to Will’s on his cheek.

“We’ll? We’ll be together forever right? You wouldn’t leave me?” His hair’s clumped to his face, eyes too wide behind his round glasses.

“Of course”, Dark responds, a pang of pity springing in his chest, and the knowledge that he could not be alone in his revenge.

This Was A Stupid Idea

Prompt from @fyotpprompts: I’ve been looking for the Vampire I made out with last Halloween for a year.  And I finally cornered him in a dead end, low lit, low trafficked alley, behind an abandoned building. I really didn’t think this through, AU.

I changed it up a little bit and I totally got carried away but yolo I guess

It’s been bugging Trini for over a year.

Zack dragged her to one party. The one time she left her dorm, the one time she left her quiet, peaceful life, she met someone. She met someone beautiful and funny and it was perfect for all of five seconds until she found out the truth.

That the girl she met was a goddamn vampire.

It’s natural for everything in Trini’s life to go obscenely wrong, of course. But a vampire?

Naturally, she found out when they were making out and the girl had bit her lip and it was damn good kiss and the bite was sexy as hell until her teeth were just a little too sharp and she was sucking just a little too hard and-

Then she was gone.

And the worst part is, Trini can’t get the damn girl out of her head.

She swears she sees her at the edge of her vision sometimes. Smirking, toying with her. In class, when she’s walking, when she’s eating. She sees this girl everywhere.

And honestly? She’s had enough.


Zack’s head flies up from where it is on the couch so fast that he falls onto the floor. He groans loudly, rubbing the back of his head soothingly. “What the fuck, T? Can’t a guy take a nap?”

“It’s Halloween this weekend. You’re taking me to that party we went to last year,” Trini says with finality, throwing his black leather jacket at him before throwing her own yellow bomber jacket onto her back. “Now c’mon, pretty boy. Make me look sexy.”

Zack grins excitedly up at Trini before hopping up off of the floor, putting his jacket on quickly. “Trying to get laid, Crazy Girl?”

Trini chuckles dryly, shaking her head at her own insane idea. “I wanna look like a damn meal.”


Zack does not disappoint Trini’s expectations one bit.

The night of the party, Zack slaps Trini’s hands away from her face, tutting disapprovingly as she tries to do her own hair and makeup. “No no, I got this. Just sit back and let the hottest pan in the house do his work.”

“Every time you say that I want to punch you in the face,” Trini rolls her eyes but sets her hands down, letting him do his magic.

“You’re just jealous I’m better at doing makeup than you are,” Zack smirks, grabbing a few brushes and a pallet of eyeshadow. “Put your contacts in before I start this, I’m not letting your watery eyes ruin my art.”

After an hour of letting Zack meticulously do Trini’s eye makeup, costume makeup, and hair (or as Trini liked to call it, torturing her), he finally lets her look in the mirror. 

Trini gasps slightly, barely recognizing herself in the mirror. Her braids are gone, her hair is tousled to look almost like it’s still wet, and her eye makeup in contrast to the blood red contacts is incredibly well done. Her lips were painted a deep red, and the fake bite marks on her neck are almost realistic. Paired with the deep cut black three quarter sleeve shirt and the connected black chokers on her neck, she looks nothing short of sexy.

“I have to hand it to you, Taylor, I look damn fine,” Trini smirks, turning slightly in the mirror to look at herself from a different angle. As she goes to flip her hair out, just to give it some more volume, she hears the telltale sound of a camera going off. Turning, she glares at Zack, who’s too busy admiring his picture to notice her angry eyes.

“What the fuck are you-”

“When you see this picture, you will love me,” Zack smirks, turning the phone around to show her the picture. Trini’s jaw drops, grabbing the phone from his hand and staring at the picture of herself in the mirror.

“And that, my darling little friend, is how to transform a mess into a full course meal,” Zack says smugly.

“If I wasn’t so impressed, I would beat the shit out of you for calling me a mess,” Trini breathes out slightly. “Now hurry up and get ready. And send me that picture, it’s going on my instagram.”



“I still can’t believe you made your username ‘tinytrini’.”

“I may be little, but I’m feisty.”


The party’s in full swing when Zack and Trini arrive. Naturally, Zack had to go as something that would “accentuate his body structure” as he put it, so he’s almost completely nude, posing as a male stripper. Trini rolls her eyes, thankful that she won’t have to be around his ass much longer tonight. She needs alcohol, half decent music, and that bitch of a vampire that won’t leave her alone.

The frat boys running the party eye her unashamedly, and she has to bite back the insults crawling up her throat so that she can get into this damn party.

Once inside, Zack whoops excitedly before running to the beer pong tables, leaving Trini to wander to the drinks alone. Snagging some of the jungle juice, she downs a whole cup as fast as she can before refilling it, nursing the second drink much longer than the first. After fifteen minutes of standing around uncomfortably with an empty drink, she moves to refill it a third time when someone presses up behind her.

“If I knew you’d look so good with those marks on your neck, I would’ve had my way with you a year ago.”

Trini turns slowly, much calmer on the outside than she is on the inside, coming face to face with the vampire girl from last year. In the light she can better distinguish her features; short, choppy brunette hair that somehow looks messy and perfectly placed at the same time, deep brown eyes, full lips curled into a devious smirk, and surprisingly tanned skin.

“Vampire,” is all Trini says, is all she can say. It’s not like she knows the girl’s name or anything.

“You remember me,” the girl’s lips curl even more than they were before, excitement noticeable in her facial features. Her eyes flash with some emotion, and Trini can’t tell if it’s a good one or a ‘I can’t wait to suck all of the blood out of your body’ one. “I’m surprised.”

“I’m not,” Trini scoffs. “You’ve been following me around for the last year. You aren’t that slick.”

“While that may be true,” the vampire drawls, stepping closer to Trini. Trini steps backwards with every step she takes forward until her lower back hits the countertop behind her, the vampire trapping her against it with her arms. “It’s definitely not the only reason you remember me.”

Trini doesn’t know if vampires have seduction powers or if she just really wants to get laid, but she’s grabbing at the back of the girl’s neck and yanking her down for a rough kiss immediately. She barely gets to run her tongue along the vampire’s bottom lip before the girl is laughing, stepping back slightly just out of Trini’s lip’s reach.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” the vampire chuckles darkly, and Trini can’t help the shiver run through her body at the way the nickname sound’s on the other girl’s lips. “If you want me, you’re going to have to find me.”

Before Trini can comprehend what the girl said, her head still spinning from the kiss they shared not moments before, the vampire is smirking and sulking off into the crowd, leaving Trini alone. Trini looks around frantically, trying to see where she went, but she can only see drunk frat boys and sorority girls.

Fuck,” Trini runs a hand through her hair before taking off into the crowd, trying to find the vampire. She makes it out of the kitchen and into the hallway, catching a glimpse of the vampire girl smirking at her teasingly before disappearing to the left. Trini runs down the hallway, shoving people out of the way to get there, but the girl is gone when she gets to the end of the hall.

“You’re getting closer,” Trini hears in her ears, turns to see no one around her paying attention to her, but her eyes catch the vampire climbing up the stairs, that damn smirk still on her face. Rolling her eyes with a groan, Trini runs up after her, running into the only empty room only to find no one there.

“Son of a-”

The sound of the door slamming behind her causes Trini to jump, turning around to see the vampire girl standing beside the doorway, arms crossed and teasing smirk firmly planted on her face.

“Well, you’ve found me,” the vampire says in a sickeningly sweet tone, one that actually scares Trini. The shorter girl realizes that she’s alone, upstairs, away from the party and away from all of the people, trapped in a room with a vampire.

She really should’ve thought this through.

“I saw your little picture on instagram, and I’ve been dying to see you,” the vampire admits, biting her lip slightly as she sulks closer to Trini with each step she takes. “Despite the fact that I’ve kept myself away from you, you have no. idea. how hard it’s been.”

Despite the fear in her veins, Trini can’t help but feel her confidence skyrocket as well as her desire for the girl in front of her. Smirking slightly, she takes a step forward, helping to close the distance between them.

“I think I at least deserve to know your name for all of the stalking you’ve been doing,” Trini says with a coy smile, her eyes twinkling in delight.

“I guess you’re right,” the vampire says as she comes to stand chest to chest with Trini, her head cocked to the side playfully. “It’s Kim.”

With that, the vampire, Kim, grasps at the back of Trini’s neck and tugs her in for a rough and passionate kiss. Trini groans into the kiss, Kim immediately taking the opportunity to brush her tongue against Trini’s, both girls moaning softly at the first touch.

Trini’s hand comes up to grasp at Kim’s neck, her other pulling her closer by her waist. Kim’s grip on Trini is almost vice like, probably because she’s a vampire and probably has super strength, but it doesn’t stop Trini from whimpering into the kiss. Kim’s kisses move downward to her jawline, nipping gently at her skin and soothing the irritated area with her tongue.

Kim,” Trini whimpers, nearly melting into the taller girl’s arms. Kim’s lips move from her jawline to just beneath her ear, nibbling on her earlobe playfully, causing Trini to groan loudly into the empty room.

“God I’ve been waiting for this,” Kim husks into her ear as her kisses move further down, closer to Trini’s pulse point, kissing harshly and making sure to mark Trini’s skin, to claim her. Trini’s a panting mess in her arms, moaning and whining with every kiss placed onto her skin. “And I’m really sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Trini manages to breathe out, too focused on the pleasure coursing through her veins due to Kim’s lips.

Suddenly Trini feels two sharp stabs of pain in her neck and she cries out loudly. She can feel the blood moving through her veins to her neck, can feel how Kim is sucking against her skin-

Then everything goes black.

@cupcakemolotov tossed me “publishing house” yesterday and this teeny thing happened.

Line After Line

Caroline’s just about to start yelling (or whisper yelling – they’re at work and she’s not an animal) because Klaus’ feet are on her desk.

She was beginning to think he had a death wish.

Caroline had googled the crap out of him (and then his family) when they’d become cubicle mates. From what she’d gleaned he’d grown up in a super fancy house, had probably had etiquette lessons and a stern Nanny to correct his behavior so there was no excuse for him treating her desk like an ottoman.

Other than the fact that he seemed to take great pleasure in being the most annoying person on the planet. At least to Caroline. Other people seemed to find him perfectly charming, a couple of the girls down in marketing were forever attempting to pump Caroline for info in hopes of snagging Klaus’ attention.

Did he date often? How did he take his coffee? Did Caroline think he was the type who liked it when a woman made the first move? In the beginning she’d demurred, dodged. Eventually she’d just started making up amusing lies. At this point they thought Klaus was an avid lawn bowler who collected vintage picture frames.

She’d been tempted to offer her Great Gran’s foolproof man catching strategy – less hair, more boobs – but she figured that wouldn’t go over well. Gran had been married three times though so she had clearly been doing something right.

Plus, he might think he was subtle but Caroline had noted that Klaus’ eyes tended to dip whenever her necklines did

Caroline stands at the entrance to their workspace, fuming while Klaus pays her no mind. When she notices the manuscript in his hands, the one he’d perusing with great interest, all biting words about his appalling lack of manners die on her lips.

It’s her manuscript.

That was not meant for his eyes.

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snydog17  asked:


There are some sea-themed Dice Palettes coming very soon to the store, keep your eyes peeled :)

In the meantime, there are a couple of Tidal Relics sets left in the shop if you wanna snag ‘em!


If you haven’t heard the news by now, prepare yourself for an insanely good treat from MGMT, the celebrated American psych rock and indietronica band who’s brought us a whole lot of magnificence as well as a healthy helping of divisiveness and experimentalism in the past decade with their ever changing music. That’s right, the Connecticut duo is back, and in glorious style with a fresh new song named Little Dark Age as well as a fittingly decadent and dark music video to accompany the spectacular song. Little Dark Age is an icy pulsing, slick throbbing electronic banger. MGMT has gone the cool and gloomy, glamorous and pompous route with this sudden foray into French house and electro funk, which feels deliciously gothic, too. It’s almost like they’ve taken their usual psychedelia and infused it with Justice’s electro rock/disco electro, as well as an abundance of The Cure, Depeche Mode, Soulwax, and some Tame Impala, too. Little Dark Age arrives just in time for Halloween later this month. You can snag this brilliant song, here. New MGMT might be a sign of a new album to come. I certainly hope so. I’m excited to learn more about this new evolution of MGMT and to hear more from a new body of work.

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Well,how abt kuromahi? Mahiru was sick and Kuro take care of him~

THIS^^^^ this is my jam!

It had been the best day Kuro could remember. When was the last time he had just been able to laze about and play video games for hours? He’d beaten well over his usual record of levels, and he’d even managed to snag a few of his favorite snacks. Mahiru hadn’t said a word!

Had he gone somewhere? Kuro turned off the game, finding that after playing it for so long, he was in need of a break. A catnap sounded perfect, but his stomach was protesting. He couldn’t nap properly without Mahiru’s cooking. Maybe his Eve had just slipped out for the morning, it wouldn’t be the first time? Yet, it wasn’t like Mahiru to just leave without telling him, even if it was just to yell at Kuro not to break anything until he got back. Standing, taking a moment to dust the crumbs off his jacket, he slunk down the hallway towards Mahiru’s door. 

“Mahiru, I’m hungry, when are you-” Kuro stopped when his eyes caught glimpse of the lump in the center of the bed. “Mahiru?” this was different. Fully entering the room, Kuro tugged gently on the blanket so he would be able to see his Eve’s face.

Oh … .

This was going to be such a pain, he could just die.

He could tell just from looking down at Mahiru that the male was sick. His usual pale cheeks were flushed, his brow drawn together in discomfort, and a thin layer of sweat clung to his skin. Kuro knelt beside the bed. He took a moment to take in Mahiru’s form. If it was really bad he’d have to take him to a hospital, and that was an amount of effort Kuro did not want to deal with. His fingers moved Mahiru’s hair away from his forehead, feeling the heat radiating off of the other. A fever, the shallow breathing possibly meant a cold, and the mound of blankets seemed a bit extra, considering.

“Mahiru,” Kuro tried again. He knew he needed to at least wake his Eve up so he could ask what he was supposed to do. How did he take care of a sick human?

“Kuro?” Mahiru croaked. The sound didn’t sit well with Kuro, but he didn’t want to dwell on why. “Wha … you need something?” In the fever delirious state, Mahiru was attempting to get up to fetch whatever Kuro hypothetically wanted.

“You’re such a pain. Get back in bed, you’re sick,” Kuro shoved Mahiru’s shoulders to attempt to get him settled once more. Weakly, Mahiru fought against him in an attempt to stay upright.

“I’m fine,” one coughing fit later, “I’m just tired. Thinking simply, I’ll just take some medicine and sleep it off.”

“What do you need?” Kuro asked without hesitating. Worry was beginning to eat away at him. Mahiru’s eyes wouldn’t stay open very long and he sounded worse the longer he spoke. Kuro’s chest hurt just listening to him breathe.

“I’ll get it, don’t-” Mahiru stopped when a firm hand pressed him into the bed.

“Stay put, Mahiru,” Kuro hadn’t meant to sound so strict, but Mahiru was sick and needed to rest. “I’ll get the medicine and some water, don’t move.” He was actually putting in the effort to walk quickly around their apartment. He got the glass of water first, then, after a quick scan of the medicine cabinet, he pulled out the medicine that was branded for severe colds. Mahiru took it without complaint, but the unsettling feeling didn’t leave Kuro.

“You need to eat, but … I don’t know what to make for you. What are you supposed to eat?” Kuro tried, running his fingers through his Eve’s hair to attempt to keep Mahiru focused on him.

“Soup is usually good, but we don’t-”

“Does ramen count?” Kuro interrupted. He could do that much, at least. Mahiru left out a painful sounding laugh.

“Sure, Kuro. Really though, don’t push yourself,” Mahiru just kept smiling at him. Kuro frowned before heading off to the kitchen. He wasn’t able to admit it out loud, not yet anyway, but Mahiru meant a lot to him. Mahiru was always taking care of Kuro, so … he wanted to be there when Mahiru needed him. Twenty minutes of cooking and silent brooding later, Kuro was walking back to Mahiru’s room with a bowl in one hand, and a glass of tea in the other. The tea should help clear out Mahiru’s nose so he could breathe easier. He would not admit to stealing Mahiru’s phone to call Lily to ask about it.

Mahiru was sleeping again.For once, Kuro felt guilty about having to wake the boy to do what he wanted. Mahiru needed to eat, at least something, then he could sleep.

“What a pain,” Kuro muttered, setting the bowl on the table next to the bed. He arranged himself behind Mahiru and propped him up against his chest. He pulled on Mahiru’s cheek to wake him.

“Owww … Kuwo swahp ih!” Under different circumstances, Kuro would have laughed. He released Mahiru’s cheek and took a moment to rub soothing circles around it.

“Eat, then I’ll let you sleep as long as you want. It’s my name, isn’t it?” Kuro spoke in Mahiru’s ear.

“Kuro, your name is Kuro,” Mahiru protested tiredly.

“Yeah,” Kuro was glad Mahiru couldn’t see his smile. He reached over to hold the bowl steady, so Mahiru could take his time and just focus on eating. The task was a simple one, but it had taken some time to get Mahiru to finish it all. A heavy sigh left the boy while Kuro returned the bowl to the table. “Okay, Mahiru, you can sleep now.”

“Cat,” Mahiru said. Kuro paused in his action of letting Mahiru completely lay back down. Mahiru’s hand gripped the ends of his jacket.


“Cat,” Mahiru tired again, eyes already closing. Kuro leaned forward, pressing his forehead into Mahiru’s chest, before taking on his cat form. Mahiru’s arms instantly wrapped around him, locking him in warmth and soothing familiarity. The unsettling feeling was going away with Mahiru so close, his heartbeat was steady. Mahiru would get better, then it would be back to normal with him being the biggest pain Kuro has ever had to deal with, but for now, they slept.


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Managed to snag some more heavy-looking armor for Kara Wren :D 

Based on @izzyovercoffee‘s mandalorian color post, I decided to give them black and violet armor. (I was thinking about black and green but decided that didn’t fit in with Kara’s overall color scheme of :’D

Now that I’m looking over Izzy’s post some more, I’m thinking I should do a mandalorian color theory post…



Folks, we’re SUPER excited to unveil our first update for exclusive pilot content!  We wanted to start it off with some of our background (incidental) characters!  Just a few of the residents you will find taking up space in the Gulch.  You’ll see em hanging in the saloon, hiding under a tree, or hobbling from shoppe to shoppe.  Our idea was to do our take on various myths but also create new ones.  Part 1, more to come!  Enjoy and thank you for your ongoing support! 

I really need some like, otayuri fluff in my life rn?? Like pls

•At the beach and Otabek cant swim so Yuri tries to teach him how to swim
•it turns into a giant mess tho because Yuri is apparently a really shitty teacher
•Otabek kisses his frustrations away and instead they make sand castles

•Otabek can draw?? What?? So Yuri lays down on the couch in the LEAST sexy pose and says “draw me like one of your french girls”
•Beka takes a whopping 5 minutes on it, coloring and all, and they laugh at it for 10 minutes
•Later when Yuri falls asleep during the movie at the other end of the couch, Otabek sneaks down and actually does a very nice portrait of Yuri asleep
•Yuri has them both framed in his apartment next to each other

•Yuri constantly buys shit for Beka because he has like no impluse control
•Guys this boy has like a $1,000 backpack okay dont talk to me
•Anyways one day he buys Beka this leather jacket that looks like it belongs in a Lady Gaga music video. Its a crop top jacket with studs and fringe EVERYWHERE and Yuri LOVES IT
•After mails it, like, a week later, Otabek posts a pic on instagram of him, leaning against his bike, in leather skinny jeans and the jacket with ray bands on and it goes like, viral over night. Yuri is s h o o k. Otabek texts him later like, “Oh, by the way, thanks for the jacket Babe”

Give me the boys being silly and stupid and in love p l e a s e