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Picture this: Fidgeting
You’re not even sure how it started.
Maybe it was boredom. Maybe it was habit. Maybe they just needed something to ground them. But now, you’ve found yourself nestled in the crook of their hand, no more than a fidget to them—a living, squirming, whisper-soft thing to be idly toyed with.
Their thumb strokes over your back in slow, absent arcs. Over and over. Not unkind—never cruel—but aimless. Comforting for them. Your body shifts slightly with each motion, pressed into the warm plane of their palm, legs sprawled across the bridge of their fingers. You’re pliable, yielding. Small enough that they can wrap their entire hand around you and still feel like they’re being gentle.
They squeeze.
Not enough to hurt. Just enough to feel you. To remind themselves that something small and real and warm is there, with them. Their fingers curl slowly, pressing your body between pads of skin the size of sofa cushions. You let out a quiet breath, barely a noise, but they hear it.
And they smile, lazy and fond, their thumb dragging lightly over your chest.
“Cute—,” they murmur, their voice a rich vibration that thrums through your spine. Their thumb taps your head. You flinch, half-playful, half-defeated, and they chuckle low in their throat like you’ve done exactly what they needed you to do.
You’re rolled gently between two fingers next—a shift of pressure here, a twist there. Stretched, squished, repositioned. Like putty. Like something soft and satisfying to keep their mind from spiraling. They don’t even need to look at you. It’s all instinct now.
And weirdly? You don’t mind.
There’s something comforting in being used like this—absently, affectionately. A warm, fidget-sized tether keeping their anxiety at bay. Their hand is a fortress. A place where pressure is control, and touch is intimacy.
Eventually, they let out a deep sigh. Their fingers uncurl slightly, opening like a flower to reveal you, tousled and breathless.
“Still alive?” they ask, teasing, brushing your hair back with a fingertip the size of your face.
You just nod, flushed and blinking up at them.
They press you into their palm again and exhale—steady now.
TIM'S WEARING NIGHTWING MERCH TIM'S WEARING NIGHTWING MERCH TIM'S WEARING NIGHTWING MERCH TIM'S WEARING NIGHTWING MERCH TIM'S WEARING NIGHTWING MERCH-
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the mindscape swings
saw a post (i don't know who op is sorry!!) about how armand calls daniel a black hole while being the most black hole-coded character in existence and i can’t stop thinking about it because YES. everyone latches onto the innuendo of “not much more to you than a hole” (and sure, it’s iconic i love some devils minion), but armand being a literal black hole metaphor across the vampire chronicles is so intense and weirdly consistent that it stops being subtle and starts feeling like a cosmic joke
lestat in tvl straight up talks about armand pulling him into his orbit. like, not metaphorically—he literally describes being caught in armand’s gravitational pull, like he’s circling something ancient and destructive and beautiful and terrifying. he feels like armand wants to consume him, strip him down to nothing. that's not just magnetic energy. that's black hole behavior
then in iwtv, louis tells armand (in the most devastating breakup scene ever) that being with him drained all the life out of him. that he was interesting because he was different, but armand pulled him in and now he’s empty too. literally tells him he made him just like him. that’s the event horizon! you cross the threshold and there’s no going back!
qotd really hammers it home—daniel talks about how armand has this bizarre magnetic pull that draws people in. it’s not even intentional. he just exists and people fall into him. and by being with him, daniel starts getting drained too. again. same cycle. same gravity well. armand doesn’t even mean to destroy people—he just does, because that’s what he is
and the creepiest part is how often older men project their obsession onto him. “i don’t know what it is about you, armand, you’re just so... captivating.” like okay. maybe take a moment and examine your own weird fixation before blaming the literal 17-year-old-looking vampire. but no. it’s always framed like armand has some unnatural power when really they’re just falling into their own desire and blaming the gravity on him
oh and let’s talk about how he hunts. armand doesn’t chase. he doesn’t go looking. he just hangs out in public being beautiful and unreadable and lets people come to him. and they always do. they throw themselves at him. it’s terrifying when you realize he doesn’t need to do anything except exist and wait for people to offer themselves up
so yeah. the line is a banger. it’s brutal. it’s layered. but it’s also projection in real time. armand isn’t talking about a black hole—he is the black hole. he pulls people in, drains them dry, and leaves them hollow. the vampire chronicles don’t even try to be subtle about it. and i love that for him. horrifying little cosmic void of a man
does it ever drive you crazy…
…just how fast the night changes?
he’s absolutely FIENDING to re-experience his life trauma
u know their asses couldnt solve a puzzle
Steve's BMW
For Reasons™, I have fallen down the rabbit hole of research and I don't know if anyone but me cares this much, but I found some really good pictures of the interior of a 1983 BMW 733i, which is the make and model of Steve's car.
Being a Rich Kid, I'm choosing to believe Steve's car had all the bells and whistles, except the sunroof option. Which includes a built-in mobile phone!!
We'll start with the front seat area.
And then the backseat. Pretty standard, but if you look at the back of the center console, you'll see that the back passengers can control their own AC settings, albeit limitedly. Severely lacking in cup holders though.
And the trunk!! It's got a built-in toolkit, and a lovely cover to hide the tire.
These are just the images I think would be relavant for any fic-related needs! However, you can see the entire gallery of images (over 300!!), as well as watch a video full tour, if you click here.
Blacked out twice and these appeared
Life Series: Watchers Introduction from the players' pov? (Poems)
After watching Martyn's POVs of the life series and like the rhymes he has in the lore bits. I got thinking what if the Watchers spoke the the players at the start of the series to "explain the rules" of the game and stuff. So I wrote a poem for each season that is what I imagine the players would hear before spawning in. I put loads of like little hinty words and stuff for fun since the watchers like to be a little unclear with what they say sometimes.
3rd Life 3️⃣🚦
The game will begin Three attempts at Life Fourteen shall enter Only one will survive
Do Green as you must Weary Yellow what you can Spill Red when you turn Single victor, one man
Kill at your risk Those failed will be gone No matter what wins Our will be done.
Last Life 🎰🚦
We had a taste before Back in the winter Lives not set as three Three more players enter
Shades of green careless play Yellow lurk off the edge Roll of fate for curse of sickness Spill joined by new of Red
A cure will found from shed of blood Too a gift will unbare of one Remains one victor in end No matter what, Our will be done.
Double Life 💞🚦
Rules have changed Fourteen players enter Co-owned lifeline A link drawn connector
Live not to pale Wary burden shared For every heart broken An equal lost in pair
Redden after two Third takes both runs Fight final link remaining Watch, Our will be done
Limited Life ⌛🚦
Now play thirteen Life limited by hours Prevail one at end Enter this game higher powers
Dawn to dusk lifetime Hearts ticking from green on Pale yellow at sixteen Eight kills to last long
Gains half with any shed Wholes lost at every spawn Three of hour cure is needed Spectate as such, Our will be done.
Secret Life 📜🚦
This game join a Keeper Now players sixteen Rule of third, damaged hearts Unhealable by any means
Wake, each tasked differently Succeed if task completed Not fail by dusk, or hard reroll Ten taken if not kept secret
Hearts may break from Yellow guess Friend or foe may aid of one Crimson spill gain each an eXtra Till last succession, Our will be done.
I haven't done one for Wild Life since its just come out but ill update this post with it once I've made it. Let me know what you think and if you find all the hidden bits. :)
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MAGNUS PROTOCOL BACK TOMORROW!!! LETS FREAKING GOOOOOO
susan's horn becoming this great magical thing of legend that summons, essentially, narnia's saints back to it after a thousand years is crazy for many reasons but perhaps most of all because it didn't bring some mythic higher power or legendary hero when susan blew it the first time she needed help. no. it brought her big brother.