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distorted-creations · 25 days ago
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Hai! Wi are Fractal!
Welcome to myr TMA Spiral-themed blog! Wi are a HC-DID system with a love for making new identities so instead of force splitting a bunch of new peeps, wi're making a BAH blog!! Wi aren't good with things like edits or userboxes but wi can do brainmade packs, fictives, factives, songtives, and moodboards.
Wi don't have consistent enough fronters to have a mod tagging system but wi might occasionally sign off, just didn't expect that to be consistent XD
Requests are: OPEN!!
If you have a preference for race, color, gender or anything please include that in your ask!
Tagging system is as follows:
#🌀.doorway = requested pack
#🌀.distorted = pre-made pack
#🌀.lock = declined pack
#🌀.voices = non-pack posts
#🌀.screams = important non-pack posts
Multi-Level Requests Doorway
Here's the template wi're gonna use! Feel free to fill out any portion you want or just send in a simple request like "can I have [x] from [x] source?" or "hit me with a masc fox alter with a bunch of roles" or whatever!
If you want a specific faceclaim, feel free to send the pic in with your request and wi'll use it!
Add as much or as little info as you want! If a doorway isn't specified, wi'll probably just do a Doorway 1 unless wi are super feeling it :)
Doorway One
If the pack is for a brainmade alter or fictive with no clear image, please specify whether or not you have a preference for race or color.
• Name(s):
• Pronoun(s):
• Age:
• Gender(s):
• Sexuality:
• Role(s):
Doorway Two
• Faceclaim:
• Sign Off(s):
• Likes/Dislikes:
Doorway Three
• Personality:
• Ways They Do Their Role:
• Moodboard
• Extras:
I will admit wi don't know a lot of sources, or a lot about different sources, but wi are fully prepared to scour Fandom Wikis to build headmates >:D
Doorways To Do List
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billy-macher-stu-loomis · 1 month ago
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like a deer — yandere! poly! stuilly x male! prescott! reader
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requested by 🌀!!
the plot of this one one got away from me a little bit whoops
major tws: murder (duh), graphic depictions of violence, major character death (it’s not you or our pretty boys though <3), knifeplay? idk they get real fucking horny with it, dubcon!! serious dubcon with the knife stuff, billy also gets kinda slutty with blood too srry, a kind of graphic description of a roadkill deer, some of that nice 90s internalized homophobia, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, manipulation/coercion? sort of?, these little homosexual freaks are unhinged (you included)
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The first to go was Casey Becker.
Your next door neighbor.
They’d found her hanging from a tree in her front yard, gutted like a deer.
You, of course, had been the first person questioned by the police. Shaken and disturbed, you’d quickly found solace in your best friends, Billy and Stu.
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The glass of Stu’s bedroom window was cold against your knuckles as you rapped on it. You only had to wait a moment in the freezing cold before the window slid open, a sleepy Billy rubbing his eyes as he let you inside.
“You forgot to put the spare key back under the doormat, you asshole,” you grumble to Stu as you clamber into his massive rich-boy bed. The taller boy giggles, wrapping his arms around you.
The two of them had always been touchy with you. Always with a hand on your hip or your lower back, an arm slung over your shoulders, interlaced fingers…
(You had your own suspicions that Billy and Stu might be…together, but you’d never say it aloud.)
It was totally normal for guys to share a bed at a sleepover, right? Girls do it all the time.
Totally normal.
~~~
Next to go was your girlfriend, Heather.
You didn’t feel sad. You felt…numb. You felt nothing.
I’m just so sad that I can’t even feel anything, you reasoned with yourself, trying not to think too much about Billy’s hand wandering a little closer to your ass than usual as he wrapped you up in a sympathetic hug. That’s it. Of course. Boys always feel relieved when their girlfriends die. That’s totally normal. Everything’s fine.
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One by one, your friend group was shrinking. People were being killed off left and right. You’d gotten the news about Janis right you and Billy left the movie theater. Sadie had been found in the pool by her big brother while you were busy beating Stu ass at Chutes and Ladders. When Wyatt turned up dead, you’d been taking a joyride with Billy in his dad’s Viper. When Teddy died, you’d been getting ice cream with Stu.
All four were found gutted.
Like deer.
Despite how much they’d been hanging out with you as of late, you’d declined Billy and Stu’s invitation to come hunting with them that weekend.
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“You wanna come over after school? My dad’s outta town, so we can watch whatever the hell we want.”
“Can’t. I’ve got, uh, homework,” you lie, refusing to meet Billy’s eyes as you slammed your locker shut and hurried away.
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“You’ve been avoiding us all week,” Billy accuses, stepping in front of the door to block your exit as you try to leave the cafeteria
“Did we do something wrong?” Stu asks anxiously, fluttering around by Billy’s side.
“No! No. Of course not.”
“Then why are you avoiding us?”
You bite your lip, nervous to tell them the truth.
“I’m afraid you two will be next.”
~~~
Absently, you wonder how Stu’s going to get all of that blood out of his nice beige sweater. You’d bought him that sweater last year for Christmas.
Stu kneels in front of you, resting his bloody hands on your hips as he looks up at you imploringly. “Please forgive us?”
How do you get blood out of clothes? Cold water? Or— is it warm water? Sidney would know. You ought to ask her.
“Baby?” Stu begs, his fingers curling in your shirt as he grips you tightly.
Oh. Right. You can’t ask Sidney.
She’s dead.
Billy is skillfully using his body to block your view of the carnage on the floor, doing his best to keep you from freaking out.
His hands are on you, running through your hair, lightly touching your cheek. He’s sticky, with your sister’s blood, your father’s blood, Stu’s blood, his own blood, and fucking corn syrup.
“Sweetheart?” Stu questions, hooking a finger through the belt loop of your jeans and tugging on it lightly. “See? We love you.”
You’re horrified. They murdered thirteen people to show their love.
(You would’ve been fine with just a box of chocolates and some flowers, but y’know. Billy refuses to half-ass things.)
“Do you need us to prove it to you?”
Stu’s got a crazed look in his eye that makes you shrink back. But Billy’s grip on you is tight enough that you can barely move at all, forced to watch as Stu yanks off his ruined sweater, unabashedly moaning like a slut when the fabric catches on his fresh stab wounds, ripping back open the flesh that was so desperately trying to knit itself back together.
Billy hands Stu his buck knife, watching with rapt attention as the man holds it over his chest. Stu doesn’t even flinch, watching in a trance as the tip of the blade sinks into his flesh, droplets of red already welling to the surface. He drags the blade along his skin, carving your initials into his chest, right above his heart.
When he’s finished, he hands the knife back to Billy, who reverently takes it, studying the fresh red sheen on the metal before pressing his tongue flat against the side of the blade and licking off Stu’s blood.
You look away, disgusted and somehow turned on at the same time.
(You can’t help but sneak a look when the two boys share a messy, blood- and spit-soaked kiss. Fuck.)
Billy yanks off his corn syrup-stained white shirt, tossing it carelessly on the floor, where it hits your dead father in the face. He steadies the knife, holding it over his chest and doing the same thing as Stu just did.
You choke out a sob, unable to rectify this image of your boys as psychotic murderers with the image of them just last night, cuddling up with you in bed and leeching off of your warmth and rambling about horror movies.
“Sweetheart?” Billy murmurs, cupping your face in his hand. “Look. Look, see? We love you. We love you.”
They love you. They love you.
You keep mentally repeating that mantra to yourself. Even as you are forced to scrunch your eyes through the pain of the knife carving two sets of initials into your chest. Even as you look at the bodies of your sister and father one last time. Even as Billy scoops you up to carry you to Stu’s van in a way that’s supposed to be playful but just comes across as a final doomed death sentence, the clang! of a prison door slamming shut. You repeat your mantra even as you pass by the bodies of Randy and Dewey; even the mutilated body of that obnoxious bitch from Top Story makes you have to look away.
They love you. They love you.
Stu drives, on the lamb. Billy lays in the back with you, curled up with you on the bed in Stu’s stupid “shaggin’ wagon”.
Your eyes are glued to the smiley-face shaped air freshener dangling from Stu’s rear view mirror. You can’t look at Billy right now.
They love you. They love you.
You can almost trick yourself into believing it, at least for a little while.
But the sight of the dead deer on the side of the road, visible through the front windshield, its chest smashed and broken like a piñata, sends you spiraling.
When you look back at the stupid air freshener hanging from the mirror, its bright yellow face smiling at you only feels mocking and cruel. All you can see is Casey’s body hanging from that damned tree.
They love you. They love you.
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r0semirages · 2 months ago
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Me when a game got the word 'mouth' it its name, talks about hopelessness and has a bunch of really well-written characters with unusual names (some of which absolutely lack any morals)
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kaze-kuni · 9 months ago
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Currently torn between working more on the wriolette/neuvithesley fic, working on a short chiscara fic that is literally just Childe eating out Scaramouche like a man starved, or working on a script for the chiscara asmr (???) thing that I though would be neat. It’s basically me talking as Scaramouche to Childe, who is the listener of the video
I don’t understand why there’s not more ship asmr video things where it’s the listener in the role of the other character, honestly. Like the kinnies will eat the shit up (this is a LOUD PLEA for a Neuvillette asmr thing where he’s talking to Wriothesley I just need to hear him say his name with a /romantic undertone please please please please I’m down so fucking horrendous)
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alterouslyinlove · 2 years ago
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hands are so nice.
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Atypical Dysphoria culture is
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Okay I’m good.
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raijinkou · 1 year ago
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there's something so fascinating in seeing minato face the consequences of the choices / actions he made in life, with various levels of severity, after his death. he doesn't expect forgiveness. he will apologize because he does genuinely feel horrible for hurting others. but since he was the one responsible, he'll bear the weight of the blame regardless of what that means like getting punched in the gut by his own son, for example
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anchoeritic · 2 years ago
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crying i miss my luvr girl. kissing u so so hard. i’ve been stalking ur blog the last few days waiting for something to magically appear (and constantly on ur tiktok bc i missed ur stinkin cute face)… nonetheless , i hope u are doing ok special girl. that’s all. i love u always♡
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i miiiiiiiiiss you, girlfriend. i’ve been literally lame and boring for the last few days sooooo i super duper apologise for that. hashtag hold me accountable because i need to start writing again or i’ll lose my mind. i love you sososo much, please take care of yourself, my love. 🩷
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soulfire-of-void · 1 year ago
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👻🔥🕳️
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livvyofthelake · 1 year ago
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what if we could literally just kiss like real people do…… i love love……. i love happy endings……
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shadowsandshapes · 2 years ago
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Well look at that. Little cute thing thinks they can get away from me hmmm? Oh that won’t do at all. I suppose… I’ll just have to show you what happens when you try to run from me. I did tell you didn’t I? That you’re mine. Mine to play with. Mine to ruin. Mine to mark up that pretty little neck of yours….-
fuckin lord give me the strength and patience to make it through this
Sir, my guy, my dude. You sound pretty confident about that. It's pretty hot not gonna lie. I mean what, who said that? Must have been the wind.
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abyss-hydra-archived · 2 years ago
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THAT POST BROKE CONTAINMENT OH MY GOD THAT WAS A MISTAKE THAT WAS A HUGE MISTAKE AAAAAHH
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sentientsky · 10 months ago
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a brief review from yours truly <3
hi. hey.
i hope y'all are doing well. didn't plan on posting a fic for a while, but this one has been growing in my head non-stop for two days, so here we are! i hope you aren't tired of post-season 2 angst just yet because that's what this is. big surprise, i know.
drunk crowley is always a joy to write, he does have a tendency to get rather dramatic and overly emotional; absolutely lovely. if you're wondering about the angel phones—they work exactly the way crowley and aziraphale think they do, as most of their belongings.
as always, a big thank you to @sentientsky for putting up with all the angst flowing out of me.
over the still world, a bird calls
Summary:
There are many things Crowley could have done once he returned to a cold, empty flat with a broken heart and the desire to get absolutely wasted, like taking a century-long nap or watching Golden Girls re-runs until he eventually passes out on his sofa. Instead, after several bottles of wine, he picks up the phone and calls the only & last person he ever wants to talk to.
tag list under the cut
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alterouslyinlove · 3 months ago
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guys i’m screaming he looked so good today
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ketaundkrawall · 7 months ago
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hi girlie! idk if yr taking requests so feel free to discard it but i was listening to agora hills by doja cat and the idea of reader being famous artist and joost being the fan just didn’t leave me alone😭🌀🩵
thank you for the request 🫶🏻 i hope you guys enjoy it <3
Stargirl Interlude ☽。⋆ Joost Klein
Summary: you’re a famous singer meeting one of your fans
Warnings: none, just fluff and two fangirls meeting each other (maybe smut in pt. 2 bc this ends in a cliffhanger kinda), not proofread, afab!reader, no use of Y/N
WC: 1.1k
A/N: guys pls lmk if i should do a part two (i will) 💫
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What you loved most about your job was seeing the happy faces of your fans whenever you came on stage. Well, it wasn’t really a job to you, it was your destiny to stand on stage and make people happy.
You loved when the crowd chanted your name, absolutely making every stage performance of yours better when they sang the lyrics. It made you proud. And it was everything you dreamed of when you were a child. Seeing people happy and being able to help them with your music somehow.
Nonetheless, every time you went on stage you were nervous. It was a feeling that accompanied you ever since you started your career.
Today you performed in a club in Amsterdam. You’ve never actually travelled to the Netherlands before so you were really excited. Not only to perform but also to explore the city, since it was your last tour stop you were doing at the moment.
Right now you were getting all set up to go on stage. You could already hear the people outside waiting for you to come out and start the show. “You’re going to kill it babes.” Your best friend, Tommy, said as he came to a stand beside you with a drink for you which you accepted with a thanks and sipped on it. “I really hope so.” Smiling you gave him the empty cup.
Tommy always travelled with you. He has been there for you since the very beginning of your career and never left your side, always calming your nerves before the shows started and you were so fucking thankful for him. “Jeez stop being so nervous! You’re a bomb you know that and now go out there and fucking show them what you got!” He cheered you on and you laughed. Giving him one last hug and taking a deep breath you ran out
“AMSTERDAM ARE YOU READY?! LETS GET THIS PARTY GOING!” You yelled and instantly felt happiness and relief flowed your body as the crowd screamed and just went completely crazy.
And so you started your show, loving the way all the people singing with you. It really filled your heart with joy. After an hour or so you were out of breath and just needed some water. Your hair was sticking to your sweaty forehead but honestly? You couldn’t be happier. Looking throughout the crowd you smiled. “Gosh we’re having some really good looking guys here tonight done we?” You grinned and the crowd screamed.
And with ‘good looking guys’ you meant one particular one that caught your eye since the beginning of the show. Of course you knew who he was. You saw him on your TikTok the whole time, liking way too many edits that popped up on your For-You-Page.
Eyes roaming the crowd again they stopped at him for a short moment but you were sure he noticed. “Never thought an Eurovision candidate would be a fan of mine.” You now grinned at the blonde, walking towards the front of the stage and kneeling down. “Joost mother fucking Klein is listening to my music guys!” You screamed and the crowd cheered again. Eyes darting to him, you saw him laugh. It would be a lie to say you didn’t listen to his music, even though you didn’t understand a word.
Walking to the back of the stage to your DJ you said something to him and soon the melody of Europapa was blasting through the speakers and you and almost the whole audience did that silly little dance and you saw Joost laughing and cheering, definitely liking it.
After the song finished you kept on going with your show, watching Joost sing along to all of your songs. Something you never thought would happen. You played your last few songs, totally forgetting the time and soon everything was over. “THANK YOU AMSTERDAM!! I LOVE YOU!” You screamed into the mic, your eyes finding the blondes again, before walking off stage.
“Jesus babes that was amazing!” Tommy practically yelled and hugged you, making you giggle. “Thanks Tommy, hey, could you get Joost backstage?” You asked in your sweetest voice possible, bashing your lashes at him and he grinned. “Uhhh.” Scoffing you hit his arm earning a huff from him. “I see what I can do.” And with that he was off.
Walking back to your dressing room you flipped down on the couch, taking a cup with whatever liquor was inside, and opened your instagram. Your DM’s and notifications were flooded with messages, pictures and videos of what just happened. People already shipped you and even had a name for the both of you. You giggled and went on TikTok, notifications blowing up on there as well. Being so concentrated on your phone you didn’t hear the knock that was coming from the door.
As you finally did notice tho you quickly yelled a “yeah?” and the door opened. Joost standing in the doorway.
Sitting up straight now you smiled widely. “Hey.” He breathed out like he couldn’t believe he’s finally meeting you. “Hi.” You smiled back and got up to hug him. “Can’t believe I’m finally meeting you.” Joost chuckled and you smiled, pulling away. “Really?” He nodded. “Been listening to your music for a while now actually.” He confessed and it made you really proud somehow. “Well thank you.” You giggled.
Both of you sat down and started to chatter away and you couldn’t stop yourself from noticing how he was smiling the whole time as he was excitedly talking to you about everything. And you got along so well. The time flew by so fast and soon it was 4 in the morning.
“I should get going.” Joost said as he looked at his phone. You just nodded. “Yeah I’m so done. Need a lot of sleep now. Long day tomorrow. I want to do some sightseeing.” You smiled, pulling your knees to your chest. “Hey uh.” Joost started and scratched the back of his head nervously. “How about I give you my number and you hit me up? I can show you around if you want.”
Your eyes lit up as you nodded. “I’d really like that you smiled as he dropped his shoulder. You didn’t even noticed how nervous he actually was to ask you that question. Handing over his phone you quickly typed your number down along with his name. He smiled as you gave it back to him. “Then good night I guess. I see you around then.”
And with that he walked out of the club, not being able to stop the smile that was forming on his face. Taking his phone out he looked at your contact and chuckled.
You saved yourself on his phone as ‘Stargirl Interlude 💫’, your stage name.
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welcomingdisaster · 9 months ago
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halls of mandos dashboard simulator... part 2
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