So I Opened My Tumblr App Around A Minute Ago Because I Realized I Didn't Look At It At All Today And

This is a scene from a Netflix show called Young Royals (I'm obsessed with this)

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five songs you've been listening to on repeat: astronomy- conan gray; beginning middle end- leah nobel; we fell in love in october- girl in red; polaris- blue encount; infinity- yuuri.

last movie: meet joe black

currently watching: I started watching this anime called tactics, only to realise that I'd already seen it way back when I was in school, so now I'm contemplating watching banana fish again and crying.

currently reading: nothing atm. will read fanfics whenever I feel like it^^

Tagging: @villain-enthusiast-personal @larinzz @emerqldspersonal @sunflower1000 @creweemmaeec11 @friiday-thirteenth @gayacademicwriter @flowerypeaches and anybody else who wants to do this!!

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five songs you’ve been listening to on repeat: In The Wind by Lord Huron, Laika by Bird Bear Hare and Fish, Saturn by Sleeping At Last, Laughter Lines by Bastille, and Swallowed In The Sea by Coldplay

last movie: If I recall correctly it was Land

currently watching: Demon Slayer, The Mandalorian, and New Girl

currently reading: Siege and Storm by Leigh Bardugo

Tagging: @rillabrooke @books-and-starss @bubblegumnebulaa @exhaustedhope @amaliakushta @celestial-citrus @bookdragon1811 aaaaaaand anyone else who wants to do this!

Falling for stairs

Hero let out a startled squeal, fairly loud as they felt their body swaying and legs losing every possible understanding they had of the ground . They felt like they were in math class all over again, where their head alone had an affair with gravity and that was fine because the desk was always there to catch them. Now, Hero wasn't so sure if they liked their connection with gravity at all.

They shut their eyes close tight, so tight that it kind of hurt as they waited for the painful impact.

They felt a touch on their arm not even a second later- soft at first and then firm afterwards, grabbing onto them and yanking them towards whatever it was. They then crashed into something solid and warm?! That was enough of an overload of sensory nerves that made Hero blink their eyes open almost immediately.

They were met with a tantalizing smirk, the same one that would follow them around in their dreams every night.

"You'd never have enough lives if you keep tripping over stairs Hero ."

Hero scoffed, trying to pull away and steady themselves from the warmth that was Villain.

"You're there to catch me anyways, so I know I'll be fine."

Now it was Villain's turn to scoff. "If you think that this is going to happen everytime then you're gravely mistaken. God knows how many times you fall for stairs everyday, if they were a person, you would at least have a lover by now."

Hero finally found it in themselves to whisk their wrist out of Villain's hand, walking back towards whatever class that they had next, a pout playing on their face. "Suit yourself."

After Hero's figure disappeared around the corridor, shy chuckles escaped Villain's lips. Oh how fun it was to rile up Hero and watch them dance.

-

Villain was making their way towards their Geography class when they heard that infuriating squeal all over again. They sighed, body moving before their mind could even think- how many times did this happen already today?! For the first time in their life, Villain found themselves regretting ever having super hearing because they couldn't ignore Hero, even if they wanted to- it's like their brain was subconsciously looking out for that stupid squeal no matter what Villain did, and the moment they heard that squeal, they dropped everything and rushed towards it. Pathetic.

But they couldn't stop. The horrifying image of Hero's head bleeding after it hit the sharp edges of the stairs would make them go everytime and they just couldn't understand why.

Judging from the proximity of the sound, Hero was somewhere right below them. Villain peeked to the side of the stairs just in time to see Hero already toppling over, their body so close to connecting with the jagged edges. Shit!! I won't make it if I run down the stairs. I have to jump.

Villain did just that, landing right in front of Hero, somehow managing to catch them and not topple down themselves. It was a miracle.

Hero was wedged into their chest again, chucking this time. Huh, now that's new.

"I thought you wouldn't come because you somehow knew."

Villain stared at them, head cocked to the side, a quizzical expression on their face, "knew what?"

"Knew that I fell on purpose this time."

Villain almost pushed Hero down the stairs themselves after that.

Almost.

casually caring for someone (2) - a prompt list

one handing the other their jacket because they're feeling cold. "are you cold? here, take my jacket."

B's jacket looks too big on A, making them look more smaller than they are. 'they're adorable', B thinks. A looks at them a little cluelessly, struggling to wear it properly. B just sighs, fond, and helps them out.

A and B introducing each other to new experiences, making each other's lives more fulfilling. "here, I got this for you"; "do you want to go there with me?"

A knows B loves sweets so gets them sweets from their hometown and B looks like Christmas came early. "are all of these for me? you're the best!!" A just smiles fondly at them, nodding happily.

A and B go out with B's friend, who walks a little too quickly. A can't really keep up, but they try, not wanting to bring it up and make the third person feel uncomfortable. B notices, walks slower to match A's pace and gently alerts their friend - "hey C, can we walk a little slower?"

one invites the other over to an activity that they know they'll like, to cheer them up, make them smile or just to spend more time with them.

giving each other compliments that go beyond the surface/looks, choosing to compliment them about their personality. "I like the way you pour your heart into everything you do"; " i don't know what it is that you're doing, but keep doing what you're doing - just keep being yourself"; "I'm able to be myself with you and it feels nice."

one staying back after their lecture to wait for the other (and sometimes pretending that they weren't waiting for a long time, to not make the other feel guilty).

A wants to host B for a change because B does that for them all the time. They're seriously amazed and in awe of B's ability to host, that they become nervous when the time comes. "hey, relax, I came here for you, so you should just be yourself."

A and B hang out at a common friend's house, and B chooses to leave earlier than A. Before they go, they make sure to tell their friend, "please make sure A gets home early and safe."

A and B go to shop for some clothes, and A waits for B right outside the dressing room while they're trying on their clothes. When B comes out, a pleasant smile pulls on their lips to see A still waiting for them. "It's your turn now," B says, placing a gentle hand on A's shoulder, "I'll wait for you right here."

A considers themselves as a soft-spoken person, they don't really raise their voice and because of that, they often feel like they're not heard, or like they have to say something more than once to be heard. it makes them really insecure and they try to be louder, but it's still hard for them to do it most of the time. B always hears them though; reacts even when A calls out for them only once and it never fails to warm A's heart.

When A and B are part of group discussions, one always makes sure that the other is heard / has a chance to give their opinions. "Hey A, what do you think about this?"; "I think B hasn't had a chance to give their opinion yet".

(y'all really seemed to like this one a lot, so here's a part 2! I hope you'll enjoy this one too <3 thank you for all the love and support 💗)

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Word: Trunk

I was just about to turn around the corner when the car started spluttering and after a few hesitant inches forward, it stopped. I sighed, getting out and began inspecting the engine, wanting to fix this up and continue my journey as soon as possible- it's been a couple of months since I last met you after all, and I miss you. (I wouldn't tell you that though, I don't have the courage).

My chest heaves as I manage to push the car to a repair shop nearby, and the guy tells me that it'll take an hour. Luckily, I know just the thing that would keep me company. I run up to my trunk, open it and pull out my brown suitcase. I enter the numbers for the lock (It's your birthday) and the suitcase opens with a 'pop'. The first thing in there is a letter- the same one that you gave me before we parted all those months ago; it's the first thing I read when I open my eyes every morning and the last thing I read before I go to bed every night.

Normal people would have actually have this letter by hearted if they read it so many times, but unfortunately for me, I'm anything but that. The doctor has always told me, (the kind man he is), that my memory is a fickle thing, it can disappear and reappear whenever it wants to. I remember he also had a fancy name for it- memory distortion? Anyways, none of that matters to me, as long as I don't forget one person in my life (you)- that's all I ask for. So I read the letter again, tracing my index finger over that that messy handwriting of yours, it's one thing that hasn't changed ever since I've known you and I take pride in deciphering it like it's my own.

The repair guy calls out to me and it's finally time to go, I mean come back- come back to you. I hope I'll get to see you, (before it's too late), before my memory fails me and I end up forgetting who you are. I'm not stupid, as distorted as my memory may be, I've always known that that day would come (but I hope it doesn't have to be today).

It's been two more hours since the repair shop, and I'm almost there brother, I just have to turn one more corner and I'll end up right in front of our house. But wait, is it really just one more corner? Don't I have to turn two more? No, I shouldn't turn any corners, I should just take a right here. No, no, no, this can't be happening. I'm confused. I don't know the way home-

Where am I even trying to go?

I don't exactly remember so I turn right, I just feel like seeing the beach all of a sudden. I think I would have spent a lot of time there as a child because my clothes often smell like the sea. I drive for a few more minutes and can hear the waves crashing on the shore. I park the car on the sand and simply stare out into the ocean, deep and mysterious. "Our minds are like the ocean" , doctor used to say, "no one can really understand them to the fullest."

Poor man, he was such a nice man. I wonder if he's having a good time in heaven?

-

About an hour later, a man walks up to me. And for some weird reason I don't feel alarmed at all, and just stare at him as he comes closer. When he's finally close enough, he looks at me as if I'm acting really weird and calls out my name with so much familiarity, asking me why I came to the beach instead of coming home, and I take a step back- not because I'm scared but because I'm just not used to familiarity, nothing in my life has stayed familiar for me anyways.

"Um, who are you?"

That one statement seems to knock all the air out of his lungs, and he staggers for a moment, before regaining his balance and the next time he looks up at me, he's crying, sobbing and something in me breaks but I have a feeling it wasn't intact in the first place.

After gulping in a few strained breaths of air, he finally speaks again, "I'm your brother."

And I don't know why it hurt in my chest, but it did and it wouldn't go away no matter how much I denied it. Looking at the apparent distress on my face, my 'brother' put a hesitant arm around my back, pulling me into a hug. I put my arms around him without any hint of hesitation, the warmth making me feel a little better.

And then there were wet stripes on my cheeks and I didn't know why, so since I didn't know the reason, I couldn't stop them. I cried and he cried looking at me, and we just both cried, holding each other in our arms, tasting the salty air.

And for a brief moment, I could see someone who looked like a younger version of the same man who was holding me in my head, and everything fell into place, like putting puzzle pieces together.

The doctor did say that memories were fickle things- that they would go and come as they pleased.

My hands tightened on his shirt and I smiled into his chest, "I'm home, brother." I felt the pair of arms tighten around me.

Anywhere feels like home when you're with me.

Thank you @creweemmaeec11 for this wonderful game, I had fun writing this!!! (The medical stuff may not be factual, I didn't really research much because the prompt was just "trunk" and I ended up making a story out of it XD)

Calling all tumblr writers! We’re playing a word game!

Let’s try to get that creative brain going. 

Here’s how it works:

The game is simple. I’ll start by saying a word, then someone will reblog with their own word that’s related to mine. Then you reblog with a word related to thiers, and so on! If you see this post, Reblog the most recent word with your own related one! (You can reblog older ones too if those are what you see,)

The writing part, is that before you can reblog your word, you have to write something with it! It can be a poem a shorty story, anything you want as long as it includes your word!

I’ll start!

The First Word Is: Tree

My writing: 

Things would never be the same. It was more then a plant to her. There was a playhouse up in it’s canopy, and a tire swing on a branch. Carved in the trunk remained the scars of her first teenage crush. Memories of picnics below in the shade, or the crafts made with the colourful fall leaves. This was more then a tree, it was her childhood. And now it was burning.

Now go! Reblog with a word related to tree, along with your own writing snippet! Lets get all of Tumblr writing :3

Can you do angsty romantic prompts/angsty love triangle prompts/bad timing angsty romantic prompts

angsty romance prompts as requested by anonymous

1. your eyes keep searching for theirs almost like it's automatic. maybe that's why you know that they're never looking at you, but at the girl sitting on the other far end of the room, sipping a drink.

2. your calendars are all marked; there's a big red circle around today's date. you're so ready for this, you've been preparing a week ahead - even went to their favourite book store to buy a book you know they've been eyeing for a while. the gift wrapped book sits neatly inside your bag, and you're skipping steps to see them as soon as you can—

you finally see them but they're not alone. oh. you've never seen them smile like that before. oh wow. you can't believe how gentle that smile looks framed by the sunset, but it's not for you. you turn around, and the gift bag digs into your skin from how tightly you're holding it.

3. you can do this. you can do this. you can do —

"hey," you finally begin before your mind shuts you up again. "I need to tell you something."

you know you have their attention, judging by their pursed lips and raised eyebrows. you feel like they're screaming the word "what?"

"um , it's— I like you."

you wish for a smile to grace their features but unfortunately for you, your wishes don't come true.

"I already knew," they say and it feels like someone stabbed you in the back.

"h-how long?" why didn't you say anything? why were you silent all this time? oh. ohh.

suddenly, everything makes sense. you don't need an answer to know that your feelings are not returned. you try a weak attempt at a smile, just so that you don't start crying on the spot.

4. "hey, I understand you love me, but you know that we need to settle on a place to live together, if we want to be together... right?"

"I know, I know, but I don't know what I'm going to do with my life yet! you have everything figured out, and I... I don't even know what I'm going to do tomorrow!!"

you feel the familiar feeling of your throat closing up again - you've had this conversation way too many times to know how it ends.

"I understand love, but we gotta at least make a plan right? at least try to?" you feel like you're pleading but you try and ignore it.

"is it so bad to just live in the present?" they ask and something in you snaps.

"so what? just so we can break up when I have to move back home? I can't stay here, my course gets over in a few months!!"

you hear just their breathing for a moment from the other end of the line. you wish things could be that peaceful.

"I don't plan my life like yours... I can't — it just makes me feel stuck."

you let silence fill the words you don't want to say, or the words you don't want to hear. you just don't know anymore.

5. "you know I still love you the same way I did before right?"

you sigh. this was hard for you too but they don't seem to get it.

"I know and I loved you too."

a pause. "I loved you. that's all you seem to say to me nowadays. that you don't love me anymore."

they don't need to know that you had to say it enough times to yourself to believe it.

"how can I trust you the same way again? after you broke my heart and gave me a year of radio silence, just to come back and claim that you love me again? please don't test me!"

only I know how those 365 days felt like an entire lifetime of endless pain.

thank you for being my first ask anon! i hope you like this :)

Trust

Prompt by @nuttynutcycle

“Would you want to go out for coffee sometime?”

The villain perked up. “You mean like a date?”

“Yeah,” answered the hero, calculating exactly how long it would take the police to reach the coffee shop. “Exactly like a date.”

————————————————————————————

Villain’s face lit up with the most genuine smile hero had ever seen. He started to look a bit flustered so Hero grinned “Why, is this your first date?” she teased.

He looked up turning redder by the second. “Yes.”

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@rafedane I completely agree with your observations here! The story seems to be from vanthi's pov and in this life (my brain is just assuming this to be a reincarnation au) vanthi for some reason has his memories from his previous life (as soon as they made contact I guess?). but we don't know arulmozhi's perspective yet so maybe he's regained his memories during that contact as well, but maybe even in this life, he had to uphold some sort of an image for society? (the possibilities, are as you say, endless) them as soulmates is just 🥺❤️

colours of the shadows

june 8: remember me for centuries

i knew, the second he held my arm for the first time. the second his skin touched mine. once it sunk in, i almost laughed out loud right there in front of him. i could hear my sister's mocking voice in my head, "you hopeless homosexual, of course this would happen to you!"

he's not mine. but he used to be. years and years ago, centuries even. he saved my life once.

and i remember it clear as day.

he was the son of the emperor, famed and feared all across the land, respected and revered even by the people he set out to conquer. arms strong from wielding his weapons, hands rough from holding his horse's reins. but so gentle when he needed to be. i can almost feel the brush of his fingertips across my cheek. 

my sister snaps in front of my face. asks me what i'm daydreaming about. i shake my head. i don't answer. 

and who was i? the son of a disgraced general, made to fight in the army as part of my reparations to the royal family, and to shadow the prince as his guard; though i'm sure when they assigned me, they didn't think things through. they must have been prepared to kill me in the event that i betrayed the empire. 

how could they have known their greatest enemy would be love?

but he was mine. his soft eyes and rare smile, the spot on the back of his neck that was so, so sensitive. they were mine. the confusion and terror on his face that night as he realized i couldn't swim. the relief, the desperation in his lips against mine after he dragged me ashore. all mine. 

and here he stands today, a face so similar, so different. so close, and so far. i have a hundred reasons to love him, and one reason i can't. he loves someone else now. a woman. 

who would believe me, anyway?

— and so the empire fell to the lovers' fate

-

inspired by the arulmozhi x vanthiyadevan posts on tumblr.

'pride 2023: colours of the shadows' pinned.

Needy (Part 1)

Where the Hero is a greenie and meets with the famous Villain around town through a flurry of fists and curses. They have a rosy outlook on everything and it drives the Villain nuts.

"Heroes are such needy things," the Villain sneered, their dagger a breath away from the Hero's trembling throat.

"G-get away from me!" , the Hero attempted to push the Villain away, but they just couldn't muster the strength in their limbs anymore- their fight had stretched for far too long and the Hero has been running on a mere three hours of sleep for the entire week.

" Really such needy, needy things..." the Villain continued their taunts- taunts which the Hero would have blatantly ignored if they were in a better state of mind- but that they weren't.

The Hero shivered under the Villain's intense gaze, torn by the curiosity to know what they had meant and their moral compass which told them to steer clear from any words that fell out of a Villain's mouth. So the Hero decided to do something that didn't require too much energy- they had seen this happen in movies before (and they hoped desperately, that it applied to this situation)- they stared into the Villain's amber eyes.

The Villain stopped their taunting for a moment, meeting the Hero's stern gaze. "What's wrong? Is my favourite Hero tongue-tied?"

This voice laced with sarcasm, the Hero didn't want to believe that anything it said was true, but he really wanted to know- were heroes really needy creatures? If so, what exactly made them needy?

The Hero realised that they weren't supposed to go into an inner epiphany with a dagger pressed to their throat, but they were just unbelievably curious.

Curiosity kills the cat- they guessed that curiosity could kill heroes too.

Sucking in a sharp breath and relishing the feeling of oxygen, well aware that this might be the last breath of air that they could taste, the Hero made their decision-

"Explain what that means Villain."

The Villain smirked so wide, the Hero thought that their cheeks would split. "Quite the curious Hero aren't you?" , they said, abandoning their dagger, sheathing the metal object back into it's scabbard.

The Hero was perplexed, "what are you- AAGH!", they gasped as the Villain's long fingers wound around their throat, promptly cutting off their air supply . The Villain leaned in closer, just enough to hear the angry rasps that fell out of the Hero's abused throat, their eyes glaring down darkly at them.

"If you thought that I would give you the answer just because you asked me to, you have a long way to go greenie."

Black spots marred the Hero's vision and they could feel their eyelids become heavier by the second. But even on the edge of losing consciousness, the Hero couldn't help but think that the Villain's fingers were gentle in their own way- they weren't crushing their windpipe mercilessly in one go, but instead pressing down on it gently, slowly, like someone who preferred suffocating someone with a pillow rather than stabbing them with a dagger.

Or maybe I'm just finally losing my mind- the Hero thought, and reading way too many hero/villain fanfics.

The last ember of strength finally died and the Hero closed their eyes.

this was meant to be a prompt, but ended up turning into a snippet/i have no regrets/the hero is a hopeless romantic/villain has no clue what's happening in that little head of his nemesis/ part 2 will be up soon!