#✏️ In Another World With My Eyes Closed

[avida-heidia-5]

It’s nearly F1 Big Bang time for me! I’m SO EXCITED!!!!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩

Here’s a sneaky peeky of what’s to come:

“You’re scaring me, Charles. Tell me what’s going on.” he pleaded, eyes wide and furrowed. Charles opens his mouth to make a retort, but Sebastian interrupts him. “And don’t say ‘It’s nothing’ or tell me ‘not to worry about it’. Something happened and it’s putting you off, and I need to know what it is so that I can help you. Please.”

The fort Charles had been so busy building in his mind since Sebastian arrived was crumbling away. He was getting to a point where it was becoming too tiring for him to keep rebuilding parts of it back up, and upon realising he couldn’t keep it up for any longer, he allowed the bricks to deteriorate and collapse until they were nothing but big piles of dust.

Charles slumped onto the ground amongst all the mess and dipped his head low in defeat. The china lightly grazed his knees and ankles, yet he didn’t seem to notice the pain, for a different kind of sensation took over instead. It was located in his stomach where a giant knot was twisting and twinging inside in discomfort.

A dizzying spell takes over and Charles’ body starts to tremble. Black blotches form in his vision. A sharp sensation pricks at his eyes and around his eyelids. After a long while of trying to regain his composure, he sucked in a shaky breath and sighed.

“I had a nightmare. It freaked me out. That’s it.” he mumbled.

{EDIT (20/10/2024)}

So, I’ve been seeing a lot of people liking this post lately, likely expecting the fic to come out soon. The thing is though, it’s already out! And it’s been out for, what… 2 weeks now? So here it is, in all of its glory, for those who want to read it!!!

TW: Sleeping disorder, body horror, horror elements, malnutrition, and drug abuse (< in one scene)

[rachoxpotato]

🦕 Commander Mills x female reader 🔞 NSFW ⚠️ CW // skinny dipping, praise, waterfall sex ✏️ 2.8k words

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Between securing shelter, exploring your surroundings, and running from creatures you still can’t believe exist in this world, it has been an endlessly stressful, restless three days since the crash.

"This way," Commander Mills says. He marks another tree as you both turn right down a semi-clear path lined on either side in trees, palms, shrubs. You follow and walk together for another half-mile or so.

You hear it before he does.

"Oh my god," you gasp, reaching for his wrist.

Mills steps in front of you, gun ready. "What?"

His instinct to protect you makes your body vibrate. A warmth spreads throughout you that you haven't felt in years prior to crashing in this god-forsaken place. You know it's wildly inappropriate fantasizing about a man who spends every second of every day and night protecting you and trying to get you home...

"Through here," he says, using his corded forearm to push a palm frond out of the way for you.

...but then his eyes do that thing when they look at you, and then that sexy strand of hair falls into his eye, and his hands are just so /so/ big. 

"Mills," you gasp, but he's already a step ahead, slipping out of his gun strap, and dropping it to the ground.

Before you... is paradise. 

It's a blue lagoon shaded by a canopy of palm leaves and lush, greenery. It's crystal-clear water and ample protection provided by the mountain behind. It's several thin streams of rushing water cascading from the cliffs above and into the pool below. It's...

Mills's chiseled back as he strips his shirt while approaching the water.

He falls to his knees at the shore and cups water into both of his massive hands, then lifts them to his mouth.

"It's fresh," he announces, looking over his shoulder. "I think it’s a cold spring."

He turns back to the oasis and you take the opportunity to drop your own pack, your gun, your knife. 

He must hear you unzip your pants because he turns to look, but stops himself. 

"S-sorry," he mutters, his attention returning to what he can gather in his paws and slurp down. (It's a lot).

"Don't mention it," you say, shucking your shirt and padding toward the water in just your bra and panties... the same ones you'd been wearing since the crash. 

And you know a bra is impractical in a post-apocalyptic, dinosaur infested, Jumanji-land, but... surely he'd notice that despite the heat, humidity, and relative discomfort of this location, your nipples are consistently as hard as diamonds.

"How is it?" he asks as you wade deeper into the lagoon.

You turn, just as your breasts disappear beneath the cool water, and clench when you realize his eyes are mid-snap from your chest to your face. Despite the naturally cool spring, you're warm all over again.

"It's perfect," you moan, dunking your head under.

"I'll keep watch," he says when you resurface. "Enjoy."

"No, come in!"

He clearly wants to. A bud of hope blooms inside of you that the cool water isn't the only reason he's considering joining. "I can go after you're done."

You frown and without warning, slap your hand across the water to splash him.

Mills feigns offense as you do it again and he wastes no time in unzipping his own pants. 

You squeeze your legs together like you do when you talk yourself out of letting your hand wander at night. When it's his turn to sleep and you're taking watch. When his soft snores consume your thoughts and make you wish you were lying next to him, against him, with his arm caging you in, keeping you safe. 

His black boxer-briefs and happy trail disappear beneath the water as he wades closer. You float onto your back, close your eyes, and attempt to picture anything over than the definition and contour between each abdominal muscle. 

"Please tell me you remember how to get here," you say, dropping your feet to find the sandy bottom. It's a bit shallower than you remember, and standing upright, the water only reaches your ribs.

Mills's eyes drop and his jaw clenches when he takes in your soaked bra, water droplets racing over the swells of the tops of your breasts, and getting trapped in the lace at the top.

All things considered, if you were doomed to one bra for an apocalyptic eternity, at least you're wearing a cute, lacy black one.

He clears his throat and looks at your face. "Yes, I remember."

His voice is low, eyes dark. You don't hide beneath the water.

The closest waterfall is just off to the right and as much as you'd love to stand there and have the sexiest man you've ever seen ogle your t!ts, a natural waterfall might be just what you need to truly cool you down.

"Where are you going?" he asks as you swim away.

"To check this out!" you reply, reaching the cascading water and giggling as it beats down on your head. The sandy bottom supports your feet as you tip your head back and let it pull your hair away from your face.

He smiles and makes his way over before placing his hand beneath the cascading water to catch it in his palm. Then, he ducks his head under, groaning as it beats down on his head, neck, and back.

You practically watch his tension melt away as his shoulders drop away from his ears.

You swim a little closer. 

You crouch down until the water reaches your neck and take some into your mouth, maintaining eye contact as you spit it out. He watches you intently but must not notice your arm bent behind your back because as soon as the cups of your bra float to the surface, his eyes widen.

"Is this okay?" you ask, removing the straps from both arms. "I'm just sick of it."

"Yeah," he says immediately. "I get it. I mean... I don't but... fine. 's fine."

His voice breaks when he says 'fine,' for the second time and you begin to wonder what he thinks of you.

Admittedly, when you fling your bra onto a nearby rock, you hope he thinks you have nice tits.

Mills clears his throat. "Any chance you're sick of your panties?" He jokes.

"Now that you mention it," you say, already working the elastic around your hips.

He notices your arms shifting. He says your name. His gorgeous mouth over-pronounces every syllable. "I was kidding, I... it was a joke. I never want to make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't," you assure him, kicking your legs free.

You lift your panties out of the water with one finger before tossing them to the side. The tiny garment clops loudly against the rock and he clears his throat.

"They're pretty wet."

"Yeah, well," you start. "The lagoon is only partially to blame."

That's all he needs.

Suddenly, you find yourself wrapped around him as he grabs your hips with both hands and pulls you close. His body is so hard, so solid.

"Commander!" you say with a smirk. 

Mills growls, pressing his face to your sternum, his nose preventing his lips from reaching your skin.

"Tell me. What else has you so wet?" he asks as you lock your ankles around his lower back.

"I think you know," you whisper.

"Say it." It's a command.

You swallow and look into his eyes. "You."

Mills groans and lifts his head to kiss your lips.

You can't help it. A moan immediately escapes from deep in your throat as your body processes what's happening:

Mills's big body holding yours secure, his plush lips working yours open so his tongue can find yours, his hands digging into your hips and pressing you down so your bare pxssy rubs against the bulge you'd spotted earlier.

"Please, Mills," you beg into his mouth, shaking from how desperately you need him, as you pull away.

You dip down to capture his mouth in another kiss and his hands immediately roam to your ass, making you whimper as he squeezes you, holds you steady with one hand, and lets the opposite wander up your torso to cup your breast.

His mouth catches your moans as he massages your flesh and gently pinches your nipple. You're helpless as you grind your center against him, desperate for some semblance of friction to ease the incessant ache that shouldn't even be there considering you've been fighting for your life the past three days...

But there's something about him.

"Mills," you gasp as he releases the hold on your breast and shifts down to rub between your legs.

"You're fucking soaked," he says, fingers slip-sliding through your folds.

"Uh huh," you agree, grinding down onto him.

"Who did this to you?" he demands.

"You."

"Did I?" He smirks. “I only kissed you, Baby.”

"Thinking of you," you amend. 

"Thinking of what?" A finger grazes your entrance and you gasp as you attempt to line yourself up. He manages to pull away, his teasing finger shifting to trace the crease where your thigh meets your hip. 

"Your hands."

"My hands?"

"They're so big and strong," you admit. "And your fingers are so thick. Makes me wonder what they're capable of. And how they'd feel..."

"Where?"

"On me. In- inside me."

He hums thoughtfully as a finger finds your entrance once more, barely applying pressure. 

You moan. He smirks.

"These fingers?" Mills confirms. "Here?"

"Yes!" you gasp.

"Fuck," he groans into the crook of your neck as he slides a fingertip inside. "So tight, Baby. Not sure how we're gonna get my cock in this tight little pxssy. But we'll make it fit."

It's embarrassing how close you are, considering he's barely touched you and only has half of a finger inside of you. But between the stress, the chaos, and the inappropriate pining, your body is so /so/ ready to feel good.

"Please, more," you moan. 

A second finger joins the first beneath the water and you gasp, moan, and cry out all at once when he pulls them back and thrusts them inside.

He keeps his rhythm consistent as he kisses your neck, your collar bone, your breasts. You've more or less surrendered your entire body to whatever he wants to do to it, so you're grateful he's holding you tight.

"Come for me, Baby," he coos when you start grinding against his hand. "I can feel you're close... squeezing my fingers with this perfect, hot, tight pxssy. Fuck, Baby. My c0ck is so jealous right now."

That does it.

"Ohh!" you cry out as his fingers curl forward toward your front wall and the heel of his hand rubs your c|it just right. Desperate to keep the angle, you lean into him, grinding down on him, moaning, panting, heart racing, as your orgasm tears through you, sending pleasure into every last bit of you.

Mills slows his hand but keeps moving, bringing you down from your high as your head falls back and he takes the opportunity to wrap his hot mouth around a nipple, sucking at it and injecting more pleasure into your already convulsing, overwhelmed body.

"Atta girl," Mills coos against your breast, lifting his eyes to look up at you. "Think you're even wetter after that. Wish I could taste ya, Baby."

"Later," you say hurriedly as you reach between you for his underwear. He shucks them down one-handed as best he can and as soon as your hand wraps around his thick, hard, ready c0ck, you gasp.

"I told you we're gonna have to make it fit," he says with a smirk. 

And something about this talented, protective, humble man admitting he knows he's got a huge d!ck just… does something to you.

"Please fuck me," you purr in his ear, letting him shift your pelvis back so he can line up his length. “Commander.”

He growls when you nip at his earlobe and the tip slides inside of you.

"Fuck, Baby. I'm gonna split you in two," he says, taking a bracing step backwards. 

Suddenly, you find yourselves beneath the cascading waterfall, clinging to his shoulders, and giggling as he kisses you, pressing in a bit more.

He stops to look around briefly and ultimately decides to carry you up onto the shore at the backside of the waterfall. You groan as he slips out of you and he chuckles. "Gimme one second, Baby. I gotcha."

Carefully, he lays you down in the sand and crawls between your legs, planting a hand on each knee to spread you wide. Instinctively, you want to close them. He's staring so intently, you almost feel self-conscious, but then he presses his thumb to your slick flesh and swallows as his eyes scan your body.

"You're beautiful," Mills tells you. "Fucking gorgeous, I'm... I can't believe you're letting me touch you like this."

Your back arches and the sand collecting in your hair will be well-worth it.

"You can touch me anywhere," you tell him. "Everywhere."

He slides his middle finger inside of you and it feels thicker, longer than it had in the water. When he pulls it out, it's covered in your slick, and he makes eye contact with you while popping it into his mouth.

He savors it while you remain laid out in front of him, your own gaze locked on his huge, hard c0ck bobbing, teasing.

"So sweet, Baby," he says.

Then, he's wrapping his arms around your spread thighs and yanking you closer. His massive hands support your ass as he lifts you to line your entrance up with his c0ck.

"Ohh, god. Yes," you pant as your walls struggle to contain him.

The stretch as he bottoms out is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

It’s  a tight fit, especially when he plants a hand on your lower abdomen and allows you to truly feel the pressure of every movement.

"Don't stop," you tell him as he picks up the pace, both of you keeping an eye on the bulge in your lower abdomen. "Do this to me forever."

He chuckles as he readjusts, planting one hand on the sand next to you and keeping the opposite on your ass so he can pull your body in every time he thrusts. 

He's hitting you so deep, you're not convinced he isn't hitting your lungs. At least, it feels that way, with the way he's forcing air out of you.

"So good, you... you feel so good, Commander," you purr and he seemingly loses his mind at that.

Mills's eyes darken as seemingly every muscle in his body bulges simultaneously. His fingers dig into your ass cheek as he thrusts harder into you. Spray from the nearby waterfall mists you both as his body pleasures yours, leaving a shiny sheen across your skin.

"You feel fucking incredible," he grunts as the sand beneath you caresses your body.

You can tell his rhythm is faltering a bit as he picks up the pace.

"Can you come again?" he asks, panting.

"Uh huh."

"Do it," he commands. "Touch yourself, Baby. Come on my c0ck."

Mills gaze is focused, intently zoned in on his c0ck as it slides in and out of you, and your fingers drawing circles into your swollen, throbbing c|it.

"That's it, Baby. Doing so good. You feel perfect.... I'm close, Baby. I'm close. Come for me..."

With his encouragement and deeper-than-ever thrusts while he chases his own release, you soon find yourself barreling over the cliff of pleasure as your orgasm crescendos. Your intimate walls squeeze his c0ck tight as he fights to stay inside of you, uses every ounce of strength within him as his face turns red, his jaw falls open, and the veins in his neck bulge over you.

"Yes!" he roars, accentuating each word with a deep thrust. "Fuck... Baby... god... so... fucking... good... UNGHHHHH."

You moan as his hips fuse to yours and hardly pull back before pushing deeper, deeper, deeper. The pressure is insurmountable but your waiting c*nt takes all of his warm cum as deeply as possible until he collapses over you in a hot, glistening, panting heap.

"Mmmm, Commander," you purr. "That was-"

"Yeah," he agrees, still out of breath, but suddenly more desperate than ever to kiss you. 

"Aren't you glad you joined me instead of taking watch?" you tease, dragging your nails up and down his back.

He chuckles against your sweaty neck and presses a kiss there, too.

“So glad, Baby,” he coos, nudging his nose against yours. “I’ll be joining you every time.”

[sandrockianblues]

Hey how would the LIs react to being asked “would you still love me if I was a worm?” 🌚

I only did romanced male LIs for the sake of pushing this out lmao and because I’ve studied them the best but-

ASKING ROMANCED MALE LOVE INTERESTS: “Would you love me if I was a worm?”

🛍️Arvio🛍️: head empty, no thoughts. Says yes immediately. Of course he would. His love for the builder transcends even species (someone come get this boy pls 💀-) need you even ask?

“I’d still love you that even butterflies would pale in comparison to your beauty as a worm.”

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🌻Burgess🌻: bewildered but excited to answer. Pure sunshine boy. Happy they’d even asked or consider the notion. Obviously he’d still love them as a worm!

“Let’s be worms together,” he smiles, “and we can build a life together amongst the flowers.”

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✏️Ernest✏️: ok, he’s got this. This is nothing compared to the weird prompts he’s written to humor his audience (composed of children). If he fucks this up, he’s truly failed as a writer. Regardless of if they’re being serious or not. (Aka he literally considers this for the wrong reason but hey, at least he answered).

“You could be a worm, a drifting leaf, or even the night’s breeze- and I’d still love you.”

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🌿Fang🌿: literally glances at X then back at them, wondering if they realize the immediate danger they’d be in if they were a worm. Deadass points to the bird too with a raised brow. Wants to say yes but-

“…I’d probably have given you to him for food without realizing it.” 💀

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🌟Justice🌟: double checks to see if they’re buzzed or something but laughs lightly, slinging an arm around them and tugging them close, huffing into their hair as they walk.

“Sure, sweetheart. You’d be the prettiest worm ever.”

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🤍Logan🤍: the quickest decliner. He’s not even really sorry. He’s a gentleman at heart but, that’s a dumb fucking question. But still, he’s not one to leave his builder sad.

He frowns, turning to face them. “Darlin’…that’s ‘bout the silliest question I’ve ever heard. ‘Course I wouldn’t. I’d use ya as bait without a thought.” Opening his arms, a teasing smile playing on the edge of his lips. “C’mere, let me hold my favorite human instead.”_______________________________________________

☀️Miguel☀️: lowkey thinks it’s a dumb question but whatever. He’ll wax his builder a bit of poetry to them if it makes his love happy.

“Wanderer of the rich soil, and a soul that sees the world for the vastness it is. You see so much for so little a creature. The wonderment in your eyes is cause enough for me to have been bewitched by you.” (Someone pls give me credit for bullshitting this pls)

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💚Owen💚: thoroughly amused. A thick brow raised, cocked hip and growing crooked grin. His eyes sparkle with amusement and he’s one to play along just to melt his little builder’s heart some more, make them fall even harder for him. He is a storyteller after all.

“Doll, there isn’t anything in this world that can stop my lovesick heart from loving you. Not even if you were a worm.” What a charmer-

_______________________________________________ ✂️Pablo✂️: dumbfounded and in disbelief. Freezes in whatever he’s doing to stare at the builder, questioning if they’re serious. Another one of the honest ones.

“…sweetheart, I wouldn’t approach you or your kind with a ten foot pole.” A wink to save himself though. “So why don’t you stay human for me, huh? I’ll love you all you want if you do.”

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🏅Pen🏅: lmao, sorry. He’s new to romance and is still surprised he’s landed the builder half the time when his bravado leaves him. But this?

A loud and boisterous nervous chuckle, “I’d probably crush you if you were a worm. Best if we don’t go there.”

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🚀Qi🚀: hears “worm” and sidetracks before realizing what they said. Cue another confused boy who is going to give them a bit of scathing judgment and a severe questioning look.

“Worms. Members of the clitellata class. Members of the genus Lumbricus. Known for- wait, did you just ask if I’d love you as a worm?…you know I’ve dissected worms before, right? Do you still want me to answer?”

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🪨Unsuur🪨: best boi confused too. Gives them an odd look, severely confused and wondering if this is just a normal thing with people that he’s been ignorant of. Gives a resounding “no” in response. The builder should follow up by asking if they were a rock, would he still love them.

Looks away, checking the dirt and sand on his boots. “You’d probably be a rare jewel if you were a rock, gem. I’d take such good care and protection of you if you were.” Talk sedimentary to him pls -

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[alan-william]

[✏️💣] - I would like to tell you about the type that is in my AU, yes there are types of Meme Keepers, but this is the current for me that I do not know for others :p

Okay let's get started.

Artificial.

-Create: This type is created in the presence of a dnc of an ordinary person and a Deceased Meme guardian, in which case it appears.

-Power: Unfortunately, this type does not have magic, but it can appear if it is held by a Guardian, in other cases it is like an ordinary person.

-Appearance: For the most part, they look pale and as if they haven't slept for 20 years, but they may look like he's cheerful on the contrary, as well as his veins, bags under his eyes, but that depends on what he's been through.

-Type: For the most part, they are closed and communicate with few people, they prefer to be at home than to go somewhere, they have a character if you don't lie like that..black and white, that is, one can be good, the other bad, the other half good, half bad, generally yin and yang.

Example:

William is like that, and therefore he is most often lazy, but sometimes he goes outside because Alan calls him.

Glitch.

-Create: In fact, even they don't know what horses are being created, the only thing they know they are creating is because of 2 reasons, there have been too many 4-stine breakdowns in the world, or everything went "not according to the script" and there they are glitching TV /computers, And so on.

-Power: Glitches can control equipment in the house, and many are also able to take a little magic from others if, for example, it runs out during a fight.

-Appearance: Many clubs look like people who have left society, but sometimes they look neat and know what to say.

and someone uses it.

-Type: There are glitches in EVERY au, you can't see the current in them, it's no wonder they shouldn't see the inhabitants but clean up the mistakes that the promises create, everyone has their own glitch, someone has a woman in a white whistle, someone has a gentleman, someone has a Silly boy, it all depends on au and what problems happened there.

All glitches also obey the Mr Puzzle, but there were exceptions.

Also glitches can't touch each other (hug hands) because otherwise they will get a hell of a pain.

Example:

At the moment I don't have a character that I can give you an example of.

Hyper.

-Create: This type is created from the DNA of one Meme guardians and another, the blood also depends on which guardians were.

-Power: The forces are the same as those of ordinary Meme guardians, the current is still a plus 2 random, it can be telekinesis-poison, electricity is a huge force, the list is large.

-Appearance: They are immediately visible by their hyperactivity, and the desire to do something, because it is visible by the symbols in their eyes that Sometimes appear at the sight of strong emotions.

-Type: He/She does not need a second Meme keeper, he is able to support himself and make energy balls out of memes, so they most often feel lonely, just along the way they may have 1 main emotion, for example Joy: so he will most often be very happy.

Example:

Alan is this type, and therefore he always wants to hug someone, and this is his main concern, and yes, he felt lonely, and therefore soon he deceived Puzzle and asked him to create a friend, and William appeared.

Blood:

Artificial - It's dark red, and yes, it's a lot darker than ordinary blood.

Glitch - Their blood is black, and I do not advise you to touch it, do you know the "Liquid Pain" backrooms? The effect is the same.

Hyper - As already mentioned, it depends on what kind of Meme guardian it was and what its primary color was.

Example: Smg3 - purple, Smg4 - blue. Result - Dark blue.

And plus add the color of ordinary blood, and here's the result.

[oatmilktruther]

omg I LOVE ASK GAMES LIKE THIS

👻☕️📌✏️🤔🖊 (I had to restrain myself from picking like..... half the list, I love hearing people talk about their own writing)

Mwah kissing you for sending so many thank you

👻 Have you written holiday-themed fics? If yes, which is your fave? If not, what’s one holiday you’d want to write for, and which character(s) would the fic be for?

I have not written a holiday themed fic, and I think if I ever wrote a holiday fic id write a winter solstice fic because I think Ed and stede deserve to hold each other close on the darkest day of the year

☕️ Do you drink anything when you write? Coffee, tea, alcohol, etc?

Big bottle of ice water on standby, if it’s late in the evening a cup of green tea with raspberry syrup to give me an extra boost

📌 If all your fics/WIPs fell off a ship and were drowning (go with it), and you could only save one, which would it be?

Kalahari Down, aka the sad gay cowboy wip. That thing is my biggest labor of love and the story I have been practicing to tell since I first started writing and if I had to never see my own writing again to keep KD I would.

✏️ What is your fave fic from another writer?

Okay sorry to cop out but I can’t narrow to just one especially considering how much I’ve read. Some of my desert island fics though would probably be When He’s Given Something to Keep, Rum and Linen, and This Tired World Could Change because those are the ones I consistently reread

🤔What’s one genre you’ve never written that you’d like to try?

Horror. Would love to try my hand at making people afraid to close their eyes (and afraid they’ll try to fuck whatever they see when they do)

🖊 What is the most recent line you’ve written?

“The moment Alice comes to a stop, Stede doesn’t so much dismount as he does collapse to the ground, boneless as a dog in the doghouse, and looking just as kicked. “

From the sad gay cowboy fic, you can see I was not lying about the sadness

[sunny-reis]

profiles - the idiots

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reader [y/n]

🎀 affiliations: the idiots, the prom committee, the hyunseo protection squad

🪩 synopsis: a workaholic with a knack for attracting complements and attention, you've dedicated your final year of high school to garnering as many extracurriculars as you physically can for college applications. you now find yourself struggling to balance overseeing the prom committee with your social life. woe is you.

kim sunoo

📧 affiliations: the idiots, strictly business

✏️ synopsis: your best friend with a slight anger problem, sunoo is a mutual friend of yours and jake's. he's a little too good at manipulating people into doing his bidding, but it's his world, we're just living in it. many compare him to a roomba with a knife: small, cute, and weirdly good at maiming people.

yang jungwon

🧸 affiliations: the idiots, the football team

🌻 synopsis: one of the rare few people in your circle that has their life together, and the #1 [y/n] protector. like sunoo, also sassy and makes quippy remarks, but isn't as good as bullying other people. heavily compared to agnes from despicable me due to his cuter-than-life eyes, short height, and frequent pig tail hair.

jang wonyoung

🌷 affiliations: the idiots, the cheer squad

🛍️ synopsis: the #2 [y/n] protector and jungwon's partner-in-crime, but prefers to be referred to as your wife - the two of you are inseparable. has a large following on social media and a semblance of a fanbase. often accused of being a misandrist, but simply loves women, can you blame her?

huh yunjin

🍀 affiliations: the idiots, the prom committee

☕️ synopsis: one of the most aesthetic-centered people you will ever know - yes, she has a mild obsession with studio ghibli's works. another very close friend you [and everyone else, for the most part] rely on for assurance and comfort in times of panic. not unlike the mother figure of the friend group [partly an insult since she's one of the oldest members].

lee hyunseo

☕️ affiliations: the idiots, the prom committee

🌺 synopsis: quite literally the baby of the group, hyunseo (or "leeseo") is a junior graduating just after you. loved and adored by all, she's found herself a small army of bodyguards ready to tear apart limbs for her (namely you and eunchae).

hong eunchae

🧊 affiliations: the idiots, the hyunseo protection squad

🎭 synopsis: not to be confused with eun char, as your phone may try to correct it to. leader of the hyunseo protection squad, as she calls it, eunchae is fierce and ruthless, easily being able to humble someone with a mere few words. many compare her to kuromi, the popular sanrio character, and hyunseo to my melody.

huening kai

🎪 affiliations: the idiots, the football team

🤡 synopsis: the classic class clown of the group and resident dummy. no one passes up the chance to bully kai (or hyuka, as he prefers); despite this, he tries his hardest to redeem himself for his unspeakable, cringeworthy crimes. (of course, the bullying is all in good fun, and he knows his friends are only kidding).

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Sam’s Story Corner

July 31, 2022 

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For anyone who'd like to participate, our next Item is: "Share a Defining Moment in Your Characters Life" that the show doesn't cover or doesn't adequately cover."

Ruby

My First Time

Once I became a demon in Hell, it didn’t take long before I was thrown into the job of Crossroads Demon. It always sounded better than just a demon. Truth be told, it was just like any other job. The higher up the food chain you go, the more work you have to do.  While my territory widened considerably, so did the pressure to get more done. Being a lowly demon meant close supervision from other, higher, demons and it chaffed. By the time I got my ‘promotion’, I was more than ready to get the hell out of…well, Hell.

I got about a week’s worth of OJT (on the job training) and then was sent out on my own. The whole world literally opened up to me. Language had no barriers. It came along with the job title. I could be in Iran in the morning, and the Canadian wilderness in the evening. I went where called, 24 hours a day.

I’ve heard it said you never forget your ‘first time’. Believe me, it’s true.

I had been a Crossroads Demon for nearly a century before one of the ‘perks’ of being a demon knocked me on my ass. I’d been summoned by a young man in the Massachusetts territory in 1645. He wanted to sell his soul to be with his ‘great love’. (Love and money are always the top two reasons someone sells their soul.)

We were discussing terms when another young man appeared. It seems my client had picked a betrothed young girl to fall in love with. And her fiancé was none too happy about her running off with someone else. The fiancé decided to take matters into his own hands and had come armed with a musket. One thing led to another and before I knew it, my client thought I was fair game to hide behind when the fiancé shot at him.

Before I could react I felt a punch in my right shoulder and was knocked on my ass. My 'perk' of not dying saved me. After struggling to stand, I looked down at my shift and saw the hole in it. “God Damn It!” I cried out. “Look what you’ve done to my favorite shift!” Feeling the energy build, I thrust out my hands and blasted them both against the nearest trees. I was not leaving without my soul! And by damned, I was taking a bonus as well! The fear of what I might still do to them, convinced my client to finish the terms, thus getting his girl and the other to accept ten more years of living or die on the spot.

I’ve managed to avoid getting shot more often than not. But I can definitely agree, ‘You never forget your first time.’

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Sam

((Time Period: “Exile on Main St.” Season 6 Episode 1 #Soulless))

I stood back from the road, hidden in the shadows cast from the streetlight, and stared across at the little house at 11 Main Street. Dean lived there. Had for almost a year now with Lisa and Ben, trying to make family life work. I’d pushed him to it, made him promise me that once I carried Lucifer back into the pit, that he’d come back here and try… that he’d not waste time trying to get me back.

And as far as I knew, he hadn’t. Wasted the time. Something else had seen fit to return me top side, but after running down every clue, I still didn’t know if Angel’s or Demon’s or something unknown altogether was behind it. So, I did what I could do, I Hunted.

I fought every night. Black blood running over my blade. Always a smirk on my lips. Enjoying it. The screams, the final look of terror. The blast of light as the demon was sent back to its rightful place in hell. A devious spark in my eyes as I turned towards another. Blade at the ready. For true Hunters like me, the world held signs… clues of monsters… clues of vampires… clues of demons… all threading the streets of every town. All obvious in their mistakes. Their desires. Admiring themselves in shop windows. Blocking the world out with music. Fumbling around those they craved. They all craved so many things. Objects, blood, food, a touch, a safe place. Some desired death. The darkness could always be broken through. Hidden myself, shrouded in the cloak of death, I watched the others. Especially those blackest of heart. The true enemy of all. The angels. All were seen and could be broken by my blade. By my singular mission, to destroy them all. I had become the perfect Hunter.

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Eileen

We all know my parents were murdered by a Banshee in 1985, that Banshee scream rendered me deaf.

The only reason I'm even still alive is because Lillian O'Grady was tracking that Banshee and found me in

my crib days after my parents' death. Lillian took me in and trained me to be a Hunter. She started just

by teaching me how to kill monsters. Cut off a vamp's head… Silver bullet to the heart will kill a

werewolf Silver blade to the heart will off a Djinn. But the most important one she taught me, is that a

gold blade to the heart kills a Banshee. We tracked that monster all over the globe. I found a few others

along the way, but never the bastard that made me an orphan. When I was 16, Lillian died of cancer. She

fought it just as hard as she fought every demon and monster she ever came across, but it bested her in

the end. From then on, I was alone. I met with other Hunters along the way, but never stayed with

them. I hunted anything I came across. Ghouls, vampires, werewolves, Djinn, and I even knocked out a

Wendigo or two. But I was always chasing down that Banshee that murdered my parents. I traveled to

Germany once when I saw signs of it pop up, but by the time I made it to Germany, the Banshee had

disappeared. I had missed it again. It had been 4 years since the last appearance. Who knew how long it

would be underground this time. And so, I continued hunting, never catching up to the one monster I

was most desperate to find. I hunted for another year, and then the news I've been waiting to hear for,

quite literally, my whole life, makes its way to my ears. Well, figuratively, anyway. The Banshee has been

wreaking havoc in Lebanon, KS. And from here on out, you know…

……………………………….

Crowley

Screaming, that’s all I know, the only constant I’ve felt. I don’t know how much time has passed but it feels like an eternity. I break off mid scream when the knife stops, only for it to be ripped from my throat again as the blade is sheathed in my gut. Straining, I peek up from the rack seeing Alistair looking away from me speaking to another demon. I thrash a bit and they both turn towards me and I go stiff seeing those yellow eyes again.

I go limp on the rack again and scrunch my eyes shut wondering if he’d chosen to come kill me now that I was in his home field. My pride was what had kept me here rather than getting off and taking up the knife, which was funny since I’d never had an issue hurting others before. I scream again, eyes snapping open to see Alistair hovering over me once more. As he brings the knife down I flinch, only for my left arm to be freed, then my right. He was cutting me loose, was it because of the demon with yellow eyes?

“Who was he?” I ask while sliding off the table, only to almost slip and fall on my own blood. “Your king, now show some respect.” He grabs me by the scruff and drags me from the pit. I want to ask more, but he looks pissed at having to cut me loose already, Still, why would the king want me off the rack? Why would the king care unless…unless what he said was true, about being my father? What were the odds there were 2 yellow eyed demons that seemed to care that happened to me?

I grunt as I’m thrown forward, my knees feeling like they shatter on impact with cold stone, and I look up to see a woman. Somehow, her white dress remains pristine even in hell and I can feel the power even before her eyes turn milky. She must be different, sadistic and warped was my guess. The only other demon I knew with white eyes was Alistair, so my reviews weren’t exactly glowing for quality time.

“You, I’m told you could be helpful.” I flinch when she abruptly speaks, gruff and demanding just like Alistair. Idly, I wonder if they’re related.

“I’m sure I can be, what do you need? Given the chance I could prove most useful.” I push myself to my feet to prove myself not weak and level my gaze. I could hold this glassy eyed bitch’s gaze if it meant I got off the rack without conceding to Alastair's plea deal. She’s sizing me up, I can tell, so I swallow down the pride that landed me here and keep my mouth shut. This could be the chance of a lifetime after all.

“You seem like a salesman to me, so I’m going to send you there. Give it a couple decades, and maybe if you do a few favors for me, I could make it a bit better for you.” She’s leering at me as though she could eat me alive. This is Hell, so I suppose that’s not out of the question. Still, I’d never regretted those extra inches until now. “Of course I accept. I’ll be certain to make this decision worth your while.” Time to start schmoozing and buttering up the boss I suppose.

“What’s your name, salesman?” she demands looking only mildly interested in knowing.

“Fergus MacLeod ma’am.” Lilith makes a disgusted look and I take an instinctive step back, only for a hand to dig into my shoulder. Alastair, how could I have forgotten he was still there?

“No, Nope. That has to change.” Lilith is ranting and I can only wonder why she was so offended? It’s just a name, I’m inclined to agree a shitty one, but still mine. It bore a reminder that my mother cared long enough to at least name me. I hadn’t even realized Lilith had been speaking, listing off random names to change mine too until another voice speaks from a forgotten corner of the room.

“Crowley. His name shall be Crowley.” All our heads turn towards the voice. Once again I can see only yellow eyes as I swallow reflexively. The aura was strong and commanding and I knew, right then, what I wanted. I wanted respect, I wanted power, I wanted presence. I wanted what this demon had. But for now. For now, I have a name and a job.

I am: Crowley the Salesman.

[michpat6]

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thank you for the ask, @mikamoony!

✏️ What is your fave fic from another writer?

oh man right now it HAS to be "Dropping the Sword" by the lovely @wanderingnightingale. it's about link and zelda having a baby pre-calamity, having to give up that baby during the calamity, and then trying to figure out what happened to them post-calamity. it's everything to me, every new update has me on my knees screaming and crying because the writing is so pristine and emotional and-gah. link and zelda's relationship and how they interact with each other and deal with what they learn about their child is so real it hurts, and the mystery of their child's life that's slowly revealed over the course of the fic is super intriguing. the twist of it genuinely caught me out of nowhere, and it makes such perfect sense that I still feel like I read each chapter with my eyes closed when we got the answer like two updates ago. it's that insane to me, and if you read the fic and go into the comments you can see my descent into madness over this story that I never want to end but that I know is building to something really, truly beautiful.

in conclusion, go read it!

🗑 What is one fic idea that you loved at first but then scrapped?

so I had a vague idea about a breath of the wild fic where, like, ten or so years post-calamity and in a world where botw2 doesn't exist, link and zelda are living their best lives in hateno when they hear that a gerudo has given birth to a son. somehow, it was a story where link and zelda have to raise a baby ganondorf. that's it, that's the fic, that's as far as I got before I realized I didn't know what I was doing at all. maybe ill go back to it down the line, but it's an idea that didn't exactly work out because I had no plan and no logic and just decided to focus on my other wips

[carladuquette]

🏅, ✏️ & ❤️

Thanks for asking, girl!

🏅 What is the fic you're most proud of? It's a tie. Close your eyes, count to ten is my baby. It was my start in fanfic writing and now I have spent so much time on it that I'm proud of the world I created and how the characters have developed. And I'm also proud of Midnights in October because it's an unusual idea that lodged itself in my mind and I'm really happy with how it turned out, right from the summary all the way to the ending (I love the ending).

✏️ What is your fav fic from another writer? Oooh, there are so many I love, I can't only pick one. Her by AndraB74, a Casa de Papel fic, is about Nairobi and her relationships with those closest to her. If you only read one thing this week, make it this fic's Helsinki chapter. Fair warning: If you're anything like me, it will make you sob. Once you've calmed down, make sure to leave Andra a comment to tell her how you feel! And time to give that whip a crack, an Elite AU by @cupcakeb, is proof that Lu and Valerio really work in every universe.

❤️ Who is your fav character to write for and why? This might come as a surprise, but my fav character to write for is... Lucrecia Montesinos-Hendrich! 😁 I love complex characters that aren't pleasant and nice on the surface. That's why I fell for Lu so hard and fast on the show I guess - I liked her from the pilot. And I love writing her because she has so many complex relationships (romantic, platonic, familial) and this tension between wanting to appear perfect, never showing vulnerability and having a lot of emotional Issues.

Fanfic asks

[herprincenamjoon]

Chapter 2

Her Prince

✏️Prince Namjoon x OC

✏️ Romance

⚠️ Warning Fic includes: Fighting (sword and physical), blood, kidnapping, injury fighting additional warnings in tags⚠️

<<Previous Chapter

"You'll have to talk to the boss." Yeona heard her uncle say as she locked the office door. "She's the one who takes the orders, and I'm just the blacksmith."

"She?" The room went quiet when she stepped around the corner. Standing in the shop were the seven men from this morning.

"Is there something I can help you gentlemen with?" Yeona asked as she wiped her hands on the skirt of her hanbok.

"We need swords," the man said through clenched teeth before moving forward to the counter.

"Of course. What kind would you like and how many?" Yeona felt like the man wasn't too sure of her. She, of course, was used to it by now. She could tell by his clenched jaw and how he was examining her that whatever conflict or confusion he had, he was holding it in.

"Seems like you've got it handled. I'll see you tomorrow, Niece." Yeona watched as a couple of the guys' eyes widened. Evidently, they didn't believe her uncle.

"Wait, really? You're the boss?" One of the wide-eyed men asked as he placed his hand over his mouth to hide his shocked face.

"Boss and partial owner, yes." She couldn't help but laugh a little when she heard a few ‘woahs’. 

"Now," she said, turning her full attention back to the man with the clenched jaw, "How can I help you?"

Yeona sat down on her stool and grabbed her notebook to take the man's request. They needed seven swords, strong swords that would last and were made from the best metal that they had. As the man talked, she wrote down his instructions and stole glances at each man taking notes about them. She had noted that not only were they different heights, but their hands were different sizes too. So they'd each need different-sized swords.

"What are you doing?" Asked the clenched jaw man with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm taking notes," she said, looking down at her paper and back up.

"I haven't said anything for a few minutes, and you're still writing. You're not even paying attention to me." The man grabbed her notes to see what she had written.

"But I have been paying attention and making some notes for the blacksmiths." She stared at him as he read things over.

"Why would you need to know our height and hand size?" He looked up from the paper.

"Simple, I noticed a couple of you are shorter and even have smaller hands. A sword made for you wouldn't be comfortable for them," she said with a satisfied smile as she grabbed her notebook back, "Oh, one last question." She looked over her notes, "Do you want a custom case or a normal case?" One of the younger men came up to the counter.

"Please, Namjoon hyung. Can we get custom ones?" He asked the man.

"How much is it?" He asked as he closed his eyes and sighed.

"Well, since you are spending so much already, I can throw it in for free. All I need to know is if you have anything special in mind or if you want me to do my own thing."

"Jungkook-ah!" Another of the men said as he came to the counter, "Use your manners. I know you were taught better."

"Sorry, Seokjin hyung," Jungkook said. "Could you please surprise us? We haven't had much excitement since we started this trip."

Yeona couldn't help but smile back at the man. He was only a few years younger than herself, and behind that bunny smile was someone so kind-hearted and curious about the world. After finishing up their order and giving them the estimated time of about two weeks, she locked up the shop and started to head out. The sun was already gone, which meant it was an hour later than when she usually left work. She hoped that Kaira wasn't too worried.

"Are you walking by yourself, Noona?" She turned around after locking the door to see one of the seven walking her way as the others stood a few shops down talking to a couple of men.

"Yes, I am Jimin." Each one of the guys had introduced themselves and said thank you before leaving the shop.

"But it's dark out," Jimin said with a concerned look on his face.

"It's okay; I've walked these roads my whole life. I know shortcuts;" she told him confidently before giving him a smile and a wave.

Next Chapter>>

[avida-heidia-5]

I'll go with In Another World With My Eyes Closed!

Hi Séanagh!!! 👋🏻😊

This is a Sebchal fanfic I’m working on for the F1 Big Bang, so I’ll keep it as brief as I can.

Basically, Charles has recurring nightmares of a demon that stalks him with a death stare, and he loses sleep and his focus on basic tasks such as cooking food and doing the laundry because of it. Because of how frequent these same dreams occur, they take a negative toll on his mental and physical health too. Sebastian is concerned for the little Monegasque’s wellbeing, so he comes up with a plan to cure it.

One night, Sebastian invents a pair of electronic headsets - one for him and one for Charles - so he could enter his dreams and interact with everything that happens within the dream world in order to put an end to Charles’ nightmares and defeat the nightmare demon once and for all.

That’s as much info as I’m going to give away, I’m afraid. 🤐

The concept of dreamwalking / astral projection / lucid dreaming is something I’ve had a fascination with in recent months and I’m really excited to publish this baby when the due date for submissions to the F1 BB rolls around!!! 😍🥰

[avida-heidia-5]

Thank you @racingliners for the tag! 🥰🥰🥰

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Hmmm, quite a few things have been added to my WIP pile since I last did this, but I’ll pull them up anyway. Note that there will be repeats!:

• For The Sake Of Nature (Ch. 2)

• Some Great Reward

• In Another World With My Eyes Closed

• Feathers From A Dove’s Wing - “CHARBER”

• Fine Fettle Vettel

• Hiding Evidence In Silent Trepidation - HEIST

• I’m Dazed In Madness - Failed BB contender

Tagging the following peeps! (No pressure if you do or don’t want to do this! Completely up to you!): @kaossbells, @lottie1824, @jaecantwrite, @scythewrites, @vroomjohnwatson, and @hungriestheidi

[avida-heidia-5]

Okay, now that the chaos and tears have disappeared, I can finally focus on this tag game. I’ve done this tag game before, but I’m more than happy to do it again. Thank you for the tag, @racingliners and @kaossbells! 😊🥰

The Rules: If you’re tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.

“I would like you to close your eyes for me and take a deep breath in and let it all out. All right?”

He closed his own eyes, shifts into a comfortable position on the floor, and takes a deep breath through his nostrils and exhales out of his mouth; long and slow and gentle.

“Deep breath in…” He inhales again, chest puffed out, filling his lungs up with fresh oxygen. “…and let it out.” He whooshes the air out of his mouth again. He repeats the process, muttering the same instructions all the while like a mantra of sorts. “Breathe in…and out…in…and out…in…and out…in…and out…”

This is another random snippet from my mysterious F1 Big Bang fic. I’m still not giving away what’s going on. No siree. 🤐

Not tagging anyone this time around, but if anyone sees this and would like to do this, then feel free. 😊

[avida-heidia-5]

For the word ask game — hair? 👀

“A mirror was brought up to Charles’ face and the little Monegasque’s eyes widened at how utterly ridiculous he looked: There was indeed a metallic ringed object sitting on his head, pushing up against his short chocolate brown hair with the ends sticking up in all directions, making him look like a scarecrow with straw for hair.”

This excerpt is from a Sebchal fanfic I plan on submitting to the F1 Big Bang event. I won’t tell you what it’s about or what’s happening in this scene because, well, that’d be spoiling.

Thank you for the ask! 🥰

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.