#BUT NOW???? DREAM QPR THEY'RE THE DREAM QPR

[alexjcrowley]

No wonder I am aromantic I watched the entirety of Elementary as it was airing

[fizzlo-and-the-cubes]

alr to help with the Great QSMP Content Drought of 2024 im gonna empty all the death family headcanons in my brain onto this tumblr dot com post

all these are cubitos unless stated otherwise btw i just didnt want to go through and indicate every name lmao

(also to my qpr deathduo homies (luv yas) I'm a bit of a romantic pissa truther so be warned about that)(but i also suck at writing romance so it's pretty subtle also most of these are about chayanne)

remember last year when Chayanne was almost always asleep because the admin was too busy? i think that his ties to death pulled his conscious into Kristin's domain whenever he slept, so he just spent his time chilling over there (i simply choose to ignore the fact that she isn't canon)

Tallulah can clearly see and hear spirits, all her brother can see are blurry figures and the occasional whisper

Chay's wings started growing feathers very early on, Phil had to pretend he had no idea where they came from whilst also assuring a heavily sobbing Missa that he didn't cheat on him

no one has known fear like a fed worker that tried to touch Chayanne's wings in the early days and almost lost their hands to a newly-grounded crow

unrelated to that Philza Minecraft puts the 'death' in 'death-glare'

Chayanne's first attempts of jumping off the wall on day one were baby-crow instincts but after that he was just doing it for his dads' reactions

Chayanne knows the blade, but he knows strategy far better - both draw blood in the end, regardless

Juanaflippa was the best at swimming, then Leonarda, then Chayanne

when they learn to fly, Chayanne is the best, then Tallulah, then Pomme

Leonarda wonders why bother flying when she has a cloud to do it for her

Chayanne wants to fly just as much as Tallulah, but she's more vocal about it since her brain is experiencing crow instincts for the first time

Phil taught Pomme how to aim

Phil has dreamed about his kids in his hardcore world more than once

Richarlyson was the one who cut Tallulah's hair short (THANK GOD HE DIDN'T LEARN FROM MIKE)

Tallulah often put flowers in her hair when it was longer, so she sneaks some into everyone else's now that its short

Chayanne can summon his mask over his face (like the Visoreds from Bleach. this is because i like Bleach and will put as many references as i want)

Phil acts more short-tempered than before, and the roses have started to wilt

upon arriving on a reset island, Phil finds Missa hanging off of a rose branch

i hc Missa's face to be similar to bad's since they're both reapers (so a black void with two white eyes and nothing else) but instead of horns Missa has flowy, almost mist-like hair that fades to cyan at the ends

Phil saw it for the first time at the prison when Missa's mask and hood slipped off in his sleep (entirely Chayanne's fault) and was completely normal about it end definitely went back to sleep and didn't stay up staring between Missa's hair and the ceiling.

upon stealing a kiss from Missa, Quackity had to sit down for a few minutes because he couldn't comprehend the texture of Missa's face

Phil was fine tho. he's kissed death plenty of times

[shakesthewizard]

Now I want to know some of your polycule dynamic ideas for the bad kids???

This is a dream come true, okay walk with me

Let's start out with a couple of what I would consider fundamental pairings. In most any configuration of the group you can think of, most if not all of these are gonna be necessary for me to really get invested.

Fabriz. Duh. Need I say more.

Fabadaine. It's my fucking roman empire and I WILL go on about it for another thousand words if you ask

Figadaine. Support women's wrongs! Going shopping! My girlfriend is a rockstar and we make out backstage! My girlfriend is the elven oracle and we make out twice because she has a vision of it happening first!

I've also got some pairings that are nice on their own, but that I don't find like, mandatory if you're gonna sell me on something.

GorgugxFig. She's so loudly angry to hide her fear; he's so quietly scared of his own anger. She made him join her band and he's probably the better musician. They're so nice to each other.

FigxKristen. Fall into temptation. Make out with the devil on your shoulder. She helps you kill your god. She becomes your devoted paladin. The ArchDevil of Rebellion pulls you into a cosmic war against the very divinity you were the Chosen One for.

Now as for larger groupings, things get pretty fun. There are so many to choose from. Like for example:

The Bad Boys. Like as a throuple. Think about it. You're the cool son of a famous pirate; you're already kicking ass at bloodrush; youre hot shit. A metalhead and a briefcase kid latch onto you like barnacles. This is so embarassing. Cut to a month later and you're all on a rooftop sharing a cigarette and looking at the stars. The briefcase kid kisses you, and metalhead is next in line. Briefcase kid is also your best friend, even without the insane new tension and the fact that he can dismantle your coolguy persona with seemingly no effort. He tastes like burnt coffee. Even ignoring how metalhead can crack skulls, but treats you with gentleness and even hesitation, like he's afraid you'll turn him down. As if. His bangs get in the way when he kisses you.

The Bad Girls as a throuple. This one feels almost too obvious for words. Three girls who are all trying so hard and failing to be normal, but from three different directions. Imagine one day seeing the uptight wizard girl with rich parents and girl who tried to convert you to fantasy mormonism on her first day both walk into school one day holding hands with that punk girl who's in a band and who has already turned like six other students gay just by being cool and pretty. Then at lunch, they're all sitting together, and the elf and the cleric both have the bard's lipstick on their lips and cheeks. The cleric looks at you. She winks. You go home confused.

Figaydadaine. Figayda I don't have to sell you on, but you can't tell me Ayda and Adaine aren't so fucking cute together it hurts. They make spells for each other! Adaine has the key to the Wizard's Synod! Adaine killed her dad with Ayda's spell. Come ON, this shit writes itself. Honestly Aydaine is so good by itself

There's also an extended world of qpr among the bad kids - Rizdaine would be a great example of this. I don't think of them as a Couple, but they are SO close and there's so much trust and intimacy there. That's a pair that cuddle while watching movies or doing mystery stuff.

qpr FigGug is another great possibility. Just take all the sweet support and kindness they already have and pry out the romance.

I think if you pitched me another pair/group I could find something interesting about it, but those are my off-the-dome thoughts. Thanks for asking!

[negativepeanuthoarder]

Why'd It Have To Be You?

QPR Sylvee and Sapnap - read the a/n

4.1k words

Mature

Graphic depictions of violence D:

This is bad - really, really, really, really bad. Cate and Sage were the only two people to ever care about Sylvee and Sapnap before Bad found them, and now they're both here, at a wedding reception set to explode in the next thirty minutes, with Cate's name directly on their hit list.

"We have to call this off," Sapnap whispers. "Sylvee, I- you- we- we can't kill them, they're Sage and- and Cate, we-"

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I had a weird as fuck dream and chose to write it into a fic. enjoy :3

Reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated even if you don't read the fic! :D

[shifeltdubious]

So i did a thing today and like...like...yknow

Guys can you tell that I'm obsessed with them pls...pls

A little context on the sugar thing and how they met, i typed this out on discord thats how much i was sold abt them

So so, They probably met through one of prismo's game nights, got along really well and continued going on said game nights more frequently

Game nights to the point of SLEEPOVERS!!(even though none of them technically sleep they just wanna pretend they do)

Some of the sleepovers usually consisted of like wacky stuff they just do for fun, but i like to think that one night Cosmic just ate a sack of maple sugar for a joke dare Prismo did when they were playing DnD and their characters were in some kind of candyland

Orbo starts calling Cosmic "That one sick guy who ate a sack of maple sugar" cause at the time they weren't so close yet and Orbo sometimes forgets people's names so he associates the things they did with them

Overtime that was kinda shortened into a nickname, "shugs" as an alternate word for sugar, by then Orbo's already been with Cosmic for a long while to know his name but he keeps referencing that time to give him a few chuckles of nostalgia, Cosmic was okay with this and decided calling Orbo "marbles" cause he looked like a marble

YEAH SO THATS IT FOR MY IDEA MONOLOGUE HEHEH anyways

QPRs are my favorite thing now, i love platonic relationships they're so scrumchky, one of my friens suggested to name the ship magic dream ball or magic 8 ball which i thought was really cute oml

thats all for the rarepair propaganda i hope you enjoy my antics

[the-local-eldritch-microwave]

Error and Ink headcanon

real tiny TW of triggering people on purpose so be warned(its only mentioned once)

so lets say hypothetically, if all the creators were to lose interest then the multiverse would die a slow and sad death until only the void is left. Now Error and Ink obviously are the only ones with direct contact to the creators so lets just say that any sort of truce or peace between sides tends to bore a lot of creators(enough to cause worry). They want action! drama! death! all of the above. So! every time the multiverse comes even a little bit close to a truce, lets say dream and nightmare get close to apologizing to each other and/or the council starts to learn their ways that would be the eventual end of the multiverse(In their eyes) so Ink and Error have this mutual agreement to continuously fuck shit up even if it cost the both of them their relationships and lives.

Error does this in an obvious way, by doing what he does best(destroy, and by proxy bringing creators back so they can create more to replace them and stay out of spite) but i think he would make truces with people like fresh and the council and such only to break them off on short notice or barley work with them at all and cause general mistrust. In think he would be betray Nightmare and foil his plans a lot because even if the bad side wins in the end that's still gonna turn constant and for many creators(unfortunately) that's just as boring as a world that's happy all the time. Error would definitely fool the council into thinking he's a good guy and even being content with it himself until the creators start to pester him and bring his intrusive thoughts back out.

In the other hand Ink would stay content for a while playing the good guy and encouraging creators to make more universes to keep it alive however in times of desperation he would turn to other measures such as leaning into his chaotic good to neutral side and even betraying dream for Nightmare starting as small favors and possibly even tuning into something bigger(im squeezing in some hypothetical Inkmare cause i can, but kinda one sided wont say for who tho). He'd even break his own rules of not interfering with a story just to get an "interesting" sans out of it to bring old creators back to a creation that they had once long forgotten(basically giving out more trauma like pokemon cards).

The both of them would see drama between two san's or people and both actively think of ways to make it worse or stretch it out for longer then it should have initially been as well as being everyone's #1 instigator and i think Ink especially(but also Error too) would "accidently" trigger people mid fight to escalate things and just ruin any chance of rekindling old friendships unless those friendships and relationships are "interesting"(Ink) or "worth it"(Error) in the long run.

The creators voices(Error) and creative drive of the creators(Ink) would most definitely sway them and if they're in the middle of messing something up but the creators suddenly seem to have a change of heart or find interest without any intervention they would stop what they are doing and leave them alone finding something else to do.

And when the day is done they would both meet up in outertale(an au the creators seem to love and therefore almost never gets touched besides from a visit or two) sit down side by side and both silently wonder what life would be like if the creators didn't have to be there and they could both let the Multiverse run its natural course.

(i imagine them to have some sort of QPR here but this is up to how you interpret it!)

[tibbycaps]

one time i had a dream where It Was Announced that mumbo was joining grian and his wife's marriage (no mention of mumbo's own wife, for some reason). hw and grian affirmed that they were both completely straight men , though, and mumbo wasn't doing anything with i guess both of their wife now, he was just. There. for emotional support i guess bc i think in dream i assumed like a qpr thing going on but i didn't want to speculate too much. just. mumbo was there now. im not even all that invested in him or grian i just think they're funny

good for them good for them

[gabessquishytum]

Hey, Gabe. I’m so happy you're doing better and taking time for yourself.

I've had this thought percolating in the back of my brain for a little while, for Dream and Hob, and their darling wives, Calliope and Eleanor to have a lovely poly/qpr style thing happening, because, as much as I love all the romantic, sexy, and unhinged shenanigans on here, I would like to see something similar to my own situation floating about.

Dream and Hob have been attached at the hip since childhood, when Hob punched another kid for trying to kick them out of the sand pit. They love each other fiercely and have been through all the ups and downs of adolescence: the conflict of who they were as individuals, the struggle to stay together in a world that told them they were too close, exploring sexual identities, mapping out their dreams of the future, and last, but not least, figuring out how to share with a dating partner.

It's surprisingly difficult to find someone that doesn't assume you're cheating on them with your best friend when you're so close. If they trust sex isn't happening, they tend to get angry about the casual intimacy. Feeling blocked by or jealous of the already established bond.

At one point, Dream and Hob's friends told them they were so close they should try dating each other. So they did. Sadly, it wasn't meant to be. The sex was fun and engaging. They learned a lot about themselves, explored kinks and the kink community. There wasn't another person's feelings they had to navigate, but beyond the lust there was no spark of romance, no passionate love, no mystery. There was comfort, devotion, and the soft, mellow love of their friendship.

They amicably broke up with a new, physical dimension to their friendship that only made dating harder in the end. Still, they persisted.

Eventually, Hob met a wonderful, dark-haired woman named Eleanor. She was fiery and beautiful, willing to barge into Dream and Hob's life and demand they make room for her. She was a raging river, filling in the ravines and creating estuaries where Dream and Hob had long ago learned they didn't meet. She was new life and new paths, and Hob fell hard and fast.

There’s a certain point, early on, in a relationship where you have to explain the complex dynamic between you and your best friend. It's the breaking point for many people. It's hard, to share, to be unintentionally excluded, to learn secrets from a third party, but the people that stand their ground and thrive are breathtaking.

Eleanor, when she is told, demands space. She does research, talks to people in similar situations, takes the time to suss out her own feelings, tries to feel out the edges of compromise and expectation she requires. In the end, she flows back into their lives with a willingness to try and an adventurous gleam in her eye.

She proposes a new dynamic between the three of them. She wishes to pursue a romantic relationship with Hob, but wants to learn how comfortable she can be with Dream in the bedroom.

Hob's quick to assure her that he and Dream don't have physical relations when dating.

Eleanor, brave woman that she is, tries to explain why she thinks that's part of the problem they have with dating. They're so entwined in each other's life that removing them from one area only causes more stress. “You're practically married already,” she snorts. “You just need to find people who can live with that. I’m willing to try. Are you?”

It takes work and patience, respect and communication. They still hurt each other. Life gets in the way. People judge them and cause problems. They make it, in the end, to a place where they are content and no one is left out. Eleanor and Hob are happily married. Dream has a special place in their hearts and marriage bed whenever he needs or wants.

Years pass, Dream has proof now, that he can have romance and his best friend. That he doesn't have to sacrifice a portion of his heart for love. He has taken lovers, tried to bring them into the dance that is his relationship with Hob and Eleanor. Reluctance, timidity, and selfishness ended those relationships. At some point, Dream starts to give up, maybe Eleanor was special, a miracle.

This is, of course, when someone new enters the scene.

Calliope, stunning and witty, drifts on the edge of their existence, darting forward and back to a tune only she can hear. She flirts, flutters, and flees. She's looking for something and she won't be caught until she wishes it.

Dream watches her from the corner of his eye, intrigued and wary. He watches, in the hopes of learning what he can before approaching. He knows what to look for now, those early signs that will tell him if she wouldn't be a good fit. He isn't nearly as subtle as he wishes.

It doesn't take long for to Calliope notice. She glides closer, flitting back when others pursue.

There are clues to be found in who she lets close, and why. The outline of what she wants takes shape as partner after partner fails to meet certain criteria.

They start to circle each other at parties, a corkscrew winding tighter and tighter. He waits with hard learned patience. She slowly grows bolder.

Eleanor and Hob poke gentle fun at him, waiting on the sidelines, wishing him well. No matter how it ends, he'll always have them.

When Dream and Calliope finally crash together it's quiet, a gentle brush of fingers, a soft touch at the hip or arm. There are walks and dinners and music. They go to theaters and museums and libraries. She slots into Dream's life seamlessly, confidently.

There are the typical growing pains of partnerships and cohabitation, discovering how to be part of a couple separate from Hob and Eleanor, and learning where the four of them line-up and interlock.

People outside the relationship try to cause problems at times. They look at Dream and Eleanor or Calliope and Hob and notice how visually similar they are and accusations of cheating fly around. Sometimes someone close-minded will notice their closeness and try to enforce ridiculous religious views. Those that are covetous and jealous try to tear them apart.

They've worked too hard to let such things tear them apart.

Dream looks up one day to realize he’s curled against Hob's chest, in love and happy. Eleanor and Calliope are plotting something a few feet away, smiling. The future is unfolding before him, full of laughter and affection, understanding and belonging. The long journey and heartache was worth it.

—🏵

This is such a delightful and loving depiction of a beautiful poly/qpr relationship! I particularly love the way that Dream and Hob manage to work out their situation in the way you've described. Because not all friendships are meant to develop into romantic relationships, and platonic love certainly isn't worth less than romantic love. I genuinely enjoy the idea of them trying out romantic dating for a week and mutually deciding that it just isn't meant to be! The way they express love (romantically) is so different - Dream is all wild grand gestures and extremes, and Hob just. Isn't about that life. It just isn't going to work, and that's absolutely okay because the sex is still wonderful, and they're still best friends. They still want to grow old together, doing kinky things occasionally. They've both kind of accepted that they're lucky to have each other, and wanting more is probably a bit greedy.

But it's okay to be greedy.

With Eleanor and Calliope, life is never dull. In the large house where the four of them live, there is always music. Always laughter too, unless somebody is upset - then the other three will descend on them, and do everything they can to make it better. There is always a queue for the bathroom (even though they have more than one bathroom, all four of them tend to gravitate together into one space - you'll find Hob trying to shave while Calliope does her makeup and Dream tries to shower and Eleanor sits on the loo singing along to the radio). Somebody is always available for a cuddle (it's usually Dream who wants a cuddle, or some kind of physical touch, and it's great because he never has to worry about being too much. there are three people to take the load). Sex is just... easy. Even if somebody doesn't want to participate, they're always welcome to watch.

Hob loves silly jokes, loves it when Eleanor says "this is my husband Robert, and this is my husband's boyfriend, Dream". But he also secretly loves arguing with people who are rude about their relationship. He loves it even more when he's able to throw a punch. Dream and Eleanor might try to hold him back, but he can always rely on Calliope to join him for a scrap. She's taught him some wonderful Greek insults.

And life is basically very good. Turns out that more partners DOES equal more happiness, as Hob loves to say. Dream will never admit it but Hob is generally absolutely right.

[mraprilfools]

Summary: Alastor dreams of his life in New Orleans, only to be shaken from his nightmare by Vox. After re-experiencing one of the most vulnerable moments of his life, Alastor leans on Vox in a way that leads them to openly face the undefined relationship they built.

Pairing: QPR Alastor/Vox

Contents/CW: Child Abuse, Animal Death(Hunting), Alastor's dad is an asshole, Nightmares, Alastor doesn't know how to Kiss, An Aro and an Allo-romantic figuring things out(Kinda), Hurt/Comfort

Length: 4.8k

A/N: This is the 6th entry in my Sepia Colored Days series! Reading the others is recommended but not required as they're all self-contained but connected one shots. Check out the rest on AO3 or my Masterlist if you enjoyed this one!

Thank you beta reading @ladyadrasteia666! And I hope everyone has a Happy New Year!

The sweltering heat of New Orleans came with far too many mosquitoes. The still water covered in layers of moss held the promise of danger at every corner, never knowing where a gator might be hiding. Having lived there his whole life, Alain knew what to look for. Life and death were a constant in the bayou, an aspect the teenage boy gave great respect to. Down a familiar game trail, he followed behind the footfalls of his father. The large wide back was covered in a white shirt that clung to his body, revealing patches of the bronze skin kissed by long hours in the sun.

It was quiet, save for the crunch of their boots against grass, gravel, and the odd stick in the path. But never silent. Not in the wilds. There was always some songbird singing, a hiss from the water, the rustling of thickets, and other natural sounds of the forest. It was true silence that would give a reason for alarm. The insects were everywhere, a reminder of the woman who still held a collar on his soul. It was as if her eyes were there, watching.

Alain’s father was the only one to ever bear the rifle. His father only officially let him carry with him a single knife. It was a well-loved blade that had tasted the life of many creatures, and Alain preferred it, to be honest. It was much more personal. Guns were noisy and lacked artistry. The human body had a certain beauty in how complex it was, and how fragile it could be when one knows where to cut to bleed a man out.

A dangerous weapon like a rifle in Gordy’s hands was terrifying. Alain could only wonder how long until he’d turn it on his mother. He kept to fist and words alone for now, but Alain lived in fear that one day he’d be too late in taking his father’s life.

Gordy's feet suddenly stopped, rifle aimed at a thicket. Alain knew better than to ask, waiting for his father to finish his observations. He bent down, snatching up a stone. When Gordy stepped back, so did Alain. The stone whistled at the speed it was sent through the air. Moments later an angry gator hissed, throwing its head up. That was all his father needed to take aim and shoot. Alain covered his ears before the sound ruptured the air. It helped, but it didn’t save him from the ringing in his head that drowned out the rest of the wilds.

Birds fluttered from the mangrove trees, and the shaking of the thickets gave way to small rodents fearing the crack of the gun. Smoke billowed from the muzzle, the smell of gunpowder thick in the air. It was a clean shot to the head. A shot that preserved the hide and meat, a rare commodity for the Hartfelts. The hide- if cleaned well- meant a better chance to survive the coming winter.

Gordy lowered the gun, making eye contact with his son who lingered by his side. The sight of death being so close to him inspires nothing in him. Alain could feel the gaze of his father hot on him, making the hair on the back of his neck prickle far more than the maw of a gator. An animal kills because it is hungry, indiscriminate, and only by instinct. But his father was not half as simple. His wrath came from a sense of insecurity he could not begin to understand with his pride.

“Do you know why I brought you out with me today, Alain?” Gordy finally broke the sacred silence, one that Alain would have preferred to keep. He was only obliging an angry boar’s request to placate him. Playing twenty questions did not interest him.

“To go hunting,” Alain answered, bored.

Gordy refused to take his mind off the gator. The small horn in its head felt conclusive enough, but you could never be too careful when it came to beasts. A gator, a deer, or anything wild could hurt and kill you.

“I know what you are, Alain.”

“And what is that, Father?” Alain answered as he always did, with a smile that betrayed nothing of his thoughts inside. His mother had imparted to him the best lessons for fitting in. Always maintain a smile! It makes people trust you, it makes you friendly, and approachable. Best of all? It pissed off his father who hated the sight of it.

“A monster.” He answered. A laugh broke free from Alain’s lips, finding the accusation ironic. But Gordy only dug in his heels.

“There’s something in you; broken. Your mother thinks there’s something human in you somewhere, so she does everything she can to fill you with love and help you fit in. But all she’s doing is teaching a monster how to hide its claws.”

Alain met his father’s eyes. There was no emotion in his voice, it was a simple observation he made, and wanted him aware of it.

“You’ve been calling me one since I was a child, Father. What is the point of this conversation?” His father shifted on his feet, tucking his thumb into his pocket as his head leaned to the side. Gordy inhaled and exhaled heavily, a scowl twisting on his suntanned features.

“I wish I fed you to the gators when you were a baby. I had hoped I could beat this twisted nature of yours out of you. But all it did was make it worse.” Gordy pressed the muzzle of the rifle against the gator’s snout, checking signs of life. He tapped the snout, jabbed against the eye and when he didn’t get a response, he determined it was well and truly dead.

“So, did you bring me out here to kill me, Father?” Part of Alain hoped so, it meant he would have a perfectly good reason to cash in on his favor with HER.

Gordy spat out a laugh.

“No. God would send me to Hell for sending my blood and kin to the devil. He will smite you personally, one of these days. You’re a demon given clay and form, stealing the blood and bone of the true son I should have had. But until that day I won’t have any man carrying my name being raised as a fucking pussy. Doesn’t it bother you, Alain?”

Ah, the name of the Holy Father was a name often invoked on the lips of his mother. Never had the woman gone without her prayers. She spent so much time on her knees that she had scabs, and prayer beads worn smooth from the oils on her hands. The name of the omnipotent force was the only one he could pay lip service to for the sake of his mother, but to Alain, there was only one true God. The strange force that visited him in the attic, left him wondering if she was a mirage or a dream. Or something he conjured to tolerate the isolation of those weeks.

“That I’m a monster?” Alain asked, pressing a hand against his chest. “Should it? If anything I feel like I see the world in far more clarity than you and the others. You’re all slaves to your emotions and lust for women and alcohol. There is so much more to life and all you look for are distractions and substances to numb you. I’m thankful to be honest.” All the smugness in his smile was immediately smacked right off his face.

Alain’s whole world spun, the harsh smack of the impact heard before he felt it. His mind struggled to realize what happened as he fell into the mud. The clothes he’d washed with his mother only a few days prior were now covered in filth with the insects lingering beneath the surface crawling over his forearm. The instinctive need to claw off his skin was only held back thanks to the hot throbbing pain he felt in his jaw, sending spots of color dancing in his eyes. A horrible ringing noise in his ear drowned out everything but the blood rushing in his head. Alain could hear his heartbeat thundering in his chest.

The sight of his father’s filthy mud-covered boots came into view. Worn out from years of work, and patched over and over again because new shoes were a luxury. Shoes at all were a luxury. What they had would be worn until it was falling apart into leather strips, and a man needed a good pair of boots more than a woman needed a piece of clothing with some color to it.

The beastly noise of saliva collecting mucus in the back of Gordy’s throat was almost as disgusting as how viscous that glob of spit was when it landed on the earth. It refused to assimilate into the earth, bubbles frothing and seeping into the cracks in one swift motion rather than a stream.

“Don’t get on your high horse, demon. You are laid low by Earthly means just like any other human. You’re not special.” Gordys’ rough hand snatched Alain’s dark hair, yanking him from the dirt. Alain gritted his teeth and stood on his knees to save himself from the pain. Stubbornly he maintained his smile, refusing to allow his father the privilege of seeing him beaten.

“Do you even feel a little bad for your poor mother who has sacrificed everything for you?” Gordy asked. “No, of course not. A monster like you only knows how to take.”

Alain’s face remained as a mask, even when the words themselves felt like a spear jabbed into his heart. It would bleed, but for all Gordy knew his son truly was just an emotionless monster. Gordy narrowed his eyes, hoping for some reaction. When no answer came, he released Alain’s hair and sighed. Alain hit the dirt, catching himself with his hands to keep his face clear of the filth.

Gordy slung his rifle and picked up the gator, draping the kill over his shoulders. One hand held the back protectively to keep it from slipping away. The man’s rippling musculature meant he had no issues lifting the beast; the closest thing to his own father’s perceived ideal masculine body, with all its terrifying trappings of strength and power. Introduce alcohol, and it became a weapon one couldn’t control.

“I will kill you one of these days,” Alain promised. Gordy raised his head, looking at the skies above. A clear blue sky with not a single cloud to mar its uniform color. A beautiful day in New Orleans, where a man was out hunting with his boy. A day to be proud of, if he didn’t despise what he bore with all his heart.

“You’ll only get one chance, Alain. I’ll break your fucking neck the day you try.” The man cracked his head to the side, once, twice. “But, the day you do? It’ll break your mother. It’s the only reason I let you live. I know you don’t care of course. You’re a monster incapable of loving anyone but yourself. So I’ll be waiting.”

Gordy stepped past Alain, retreading the path back home. The squawk of a heron taking flight called overhead, with a shadow flying past overhead. It felt unbearably loud with the pain in his jaw and the suffocating feeling of sudden pressure on his shoulders. He sank into the mud, darkness taking him, unable to even claw his way out when he couldn’t tell which way was up. His body thrashed, wanting nothing more to make sense of what held him down when at last, his eyes opened.

“AL! Al wake up!” The first thing Alastor saw when he woke up was an intensely familiar blue face. His closest companion for decades, a constant figure by his side that was so distant from his life in the sun it immediately told him it had to be a dream. A face housed within an oaken television set could only be the imagining of madmen for the living.

Ripped from the muggy heat of New Orleans, Alastor’s skin was no less covered in sweat when he jolted forward from the pillow. The static in his eyes cleared away to the usual shades of red dancing erratically within the crimson sclera. The pitch black bedroom was cast in a faint blue light thanks to the man standing by the bedside, like a night light that banished away the darkness. Alastor’s hands dug into the man’s shoulders, tearing through the loose nightshirt he wore, feeling the cold coolant that made up his blood running down his fingers and his wrist. Cold, sterile;everything his home was not.

Vox’s eyes were wide with concern. He didn’t even seem to notice the stinging pain in his shoulders, breathing a little easier when he saw Alastor returning to the real world. Alastor felt Vox’s shoulders shift under his hands as they fell in relief, a gentle closed-lip smile greeting him. The clock on the wall read: 3 A.M.

“You were having a nightmare. You… alright?” Vox asked.

“How did you know?” Rather than an admission he could be anything than alright, Alastor deflected.

“I heard you. Woke me right up from deep sleep. Gotta say… if I wasn’t scared shitless I’d be dead tired.” Relieved, Vox released Alastor’s shoulders and sat on the edge of the bed. “Want to talk about it?”

Alastor clicked his tongue, brushing his hands through his hair. The bright red strands were matted to his flesh from the sweat, leaving his skin and hands feeling sticky. If anyone else had seen him in this state he would have ripped their eyes out and beat the memory out of them. But Vox had a frustrating capacity to become his exception. He’d never speak the words, but he trusted him. A feeling he found baffling, but Vox never gave him reason to… rescind it.

“I… had a dream about my father.” The confession spilled far too easily.

Vox looked almost bug-like with how large his eyes became. He was shocked by the honest admission- he had expected Alastor to brush it off. His shock became greater when Alastor pushed his way out from under the covers, crawled on all fours to sit down beside him, and smacked his head against Vox’s shoulder. His forehead buried into the sleeve so Vox couldn’t see his face, ears flat against his skull.

A silent signal to Vox, one he answered by scratching his head with his free claw. The feel of those claws running across his scalp eased Alastor, delighting him further when the trace of those claws drew to the nape of his neck where the fade of his hair was thin and far more sensitive. Vox’s hands were cold, so cold and inhuman, which made them perfect.

“It was an old memory when he took me hunting. The day when he told me that he knew what I was.” Alastor snorted, burying his forehead further into the shoulder. He hated how quiet Vox remained, instead of fussing like any other would by now. Others would offer some sympathetic word or another, when the last thing he needed was pity. It was frustrating because it showed how well Vox understood what he wanted and needed at that moment. It meant leaning on somebody and feeling safe to do so.

And Vox made it far too easy.

“And did he know what you were?” Vox asked.

“He called me a monster. An emotionless demon that took the place of his true son. A creature incapable of love. Which-- he’s not wrong. But I cannot say I like the thought that disgusting pig had me figured out better than anyone else.”

“That’s… a joke right?” Vox asked.

“And what about that statement sounds like a joke, old friend?” Alastor asked, voice tense like a strung wire.

“Well-- because he’s wrong. I’ve seen you crack up over far too many accidents and mangled bodies to doubt that for one.” A guilty set of snickering from the Radio Demon only further proved Vox’s point, one that left the fellow overlord mocking him with a fake, ‘Haha’.

“You’re capable of love too. He’s right about you being a demon or a monster, however. Like me.” The tenderness that marked the end of the sentence washed away any remaining tension in Alastor’s body.

“You should know better than anyone, Vox. I’m not a man who loves. The idea is ridiculous even.” Alastor tried to laugh it off, but the cool press of Vox’s palm against his temple robbed him of the will to be contrarian.

“But you do. I’ve never felt so loved as I have these past couple of decades with you. You don’t express it in the… same way everyone else might but you’ve said it a thousand times. Just not out loud. Remember the flowers? Or when you taught me how to play the guitar? Don’t forget the amount of time and effort you put into Rosie’s gifts each year! Or the effort you put into breakfast each day, even when you know I’d be happy with the bare minimum. And just now, sharing that story about your father? Took must have taken a great deal of trust.”

Alastor was always baffled by how an electronic screen could portray such tenderness without true human expression. It was uncomfortable, it made him want to laugh it off and shove him away.

“That’s… not the same thing,” Alastor argued, shifting in place. Like any other soul, he did not like the idea of anyone challenging a deeply held core belief about themselves.

“People have been trying to define what love is since before civilization. Everyone has a different answer about the shape it takes. But as long as you hold certain people important to you, it’s only natural the expression of that love will show itself in some way.” The brush of those claws traced the shell of his ears, bringing a stillness to his heart that had once been racing with anxiety. Pulling him further away from the memory of the time when he was weak, helpless, jumping at every shadow.

Alastor took in those words in silence. When he had digested their meaning he raised his head, matching the comforting gaze of his dearest companion. His hands reached out to touch the oaken frame that housed Vox’s face. There was nothing that could have prepared Vox for when Alastor leaned forward. Alastor gripped his furthest shoulder with one hand while the other prevented him from turning his face away when Alastor pressed his lips against the glass screen.

Vox’s hands hovered in the air, at first unsure of what was happening. The inexperienced demon turned the screen to face him better, encouraging him to kiss him back. At long last, the cool claw fell against the small of Alastor’s back, inspiring a wiggle of the tail. When Alastor knew no longer what to do, he pulled the kiss free and met Vox’s eyes.

“Is that supposed to make me feel something?” Alastor asked.

Still trying to process the sudden kiss, Vox’s head tilted to the side, storms of static covering his screen. To get the man’s man back on track, Alastor rapped his knuckles against the side of his head. With a lurch, Vox extended a finger to ask for a moment.

“So… for me?” Vox began, taking in a deep breath. “You just made my brain melt, my heart’s pounding a mile a minute in my chest, aaand I’m getting more than a little excited down there. I certainly feel something” Vox confessed with a clenched smile.

Alastor didn’t doubt his words, but when he laid a hand over his chest he didn’t feel anything such as he described. Compared to the tempest of so many fans running inside Vox’s body trying to cool him back down, Alastor felt completely tranquil.

“I feel calmer.” There was a faint tingling from the static and an instinctive desire that told him to reach for the comfort that was within reach.

“You… uh, d-didn’t dislike it?” Vox wondered out loud, jerking his hand and wondering if he should remove it. But when Alastor didn’t react to the touch, Vox let it re-settle. His hand brushed up and down the deer’s back in a comforting motion, moments later sending Alastor’s face falling against his chest. Alastor shifted, throwing a knee onto the other side of Vox’s leg until his upper body lay against Vox’s.

“I don’t feel the desire to engage in anything carnal, nor do I experience any excitement that you describe. But it…” Alastor’s ears flipped back again. “Makes the uncomfortable feeling that the nightmare left me disappear. Same when you touch me like this. I wouldn’t mind it if you kissed me too.”

Vox sputtered a laugh, unsure how to respond. Once more back at that conundrum being unable to desire where he put his hands. Even the curve of his back felt lascivious. The place between his shoulder blades was equally attractive, an easy place to slip his arms around and indulge in an act he’d daydreamed about countless times.

“That’s a little unfa--ir to me, Al. You know how I feel about you.” Vox’s voice cracked halfway, the small cyan pupils dancing within the bright red sclera as the temptation tested his will in ways he would curse each deity for if any were listening.

“I’m permitting you to kiss me, Vox. Only for tonight. I hardly see why you are holding back. I would have thought you’d jump on the chance.”

After his will had wavered a hundred times in the impressive span of a couple of minutes he pried Alastor off of him and crawled back to put distance between him and his dear friend. Left to hold himself up by his own strength, Alastor gripped the sheets while the reality of the rejection settled in.

“Al-- It’s just a kiss to you. A comfort that will make tonight pass easier for you. But it means… a lot to me. You face tomorrow returning to what we were yesterday. It’s not that simple for me, it’ll make it harder for me when I can’t kiss you tomorrow.”

Just a kiss. Alastor couldn’t sense the falsity in those words. It was a pleasant sensation but hardly anything significant as far as he could tell. Yet, the burning sensation in his chest refused to be settled with his now injured pride. Vox had made it quite clear his less than platonic feelings for him, and here Alastor was offering what he desired on a silver platter. Alastor chased Vox across the bed, until the other man ran out of space to back up. One arm dangled off the edge of the bed as Vox’s body lurched backwards. Alastor yanked him by the legs to haul him flat on his back and placed a heavy palm against his chest. In moments, Alastor grew nearly twice in size. Trapping the weaker, smaller overlord beneath him.

The monstrous face he took on as his eyes turned to hollows and ichor bled from his maw reflected against the glassy surface beneath him. Ruby eyes were dilated in fear, as they ought to be. A God required two things: To be loved. And to be feared. Alastor liked the former well enough, but not even Vox could forget he was owed the second.

“A-al?” Vox squeaked out the name, clutching the sheets, tearing into the silken fabric like butter. “W-what’s wrong?”

Hot puffs of air tickled the weaving of cords that comprised Vox’s neck. It lacked the same pulsing red lifeblood that always soothed Alastor, just as well as a kiss or a hand against his back. If Vox wouldn’t give him what he wanted, he could merely take it. It was easy too, the man silently lay there while his maw clamped around his neck. The pulse of life throbbed against his tongue, and the harsh beat of that unnatural heart caged in Vox’s chassis thrummed. It aroused the instincts of the sadist in him, but it was missing something.

There was no fear or struggle. Just the calm breathing of somebody waiting for Alastor to simply rip his neck out like an obedient offering. Preventing him from making that fatal crunch.

“Al… I don’t know what I did to anger you. You know I’d give you anything. But I don’t know if I could continue being your friend if I passed that line for one night. It’s not something you can put back in the box. It’s like madness in a way. You can only sink deeper. Only if I stay where I am now, can I continue to stay where I am now.”

The ears on his skull fell back flat as he pulled his face away, meeting Vox’s eyes. The pressure on his chest eased.

“How can you stay so calm?”

“I’m not calm,” Vox answered. “I’m terrified right now, of losing you. Of being torn apart. I’ve just… always been like this. I’ve never been allowed to fall apart, so I don’t know how. I’ve been called inhuman for it more than once.”

Just like Alastor had been. The memory of that nightmare was still so distinct, including the memory of the same way he’d faced his father. Deathly calm, without emotion, saying whatever it was his Father wanted to hear to minimize how often he felt those fists. Called inhuman when he swallowed up everything inside him.

But Vox WASN’T like him. He was TOO empathetic. He could love people! He could be normal too, if he wanted to be. The sight of that tranquil face on the screen evoked the closest thing Alastor could feel to empathy. It was a face that started to resemble himself or some part of him long ago. The strength and size of the beast faded as he reached out to brush his palm over the glassy screen. All it took was one touch and Vox melted into the touch, the frigid mask melting away like it was never there.

“Why do you call yourself a monster?” Alastor asked. It had not been the first time Vox called himself that, and Alastor always figured it would make sense one day. He was never curious. Alastor’s body rose with the deep breath Vox took, preparing himself to speak his truth.

“Because. You, Rosie, and I are the only people in all existence I care about. I have no empathy at all for anyone outside of you two. In fact, I hate… almost everyone. Yet, I still want them all to love me, even when I can’t do the same. I constantly want more from them, but I never want to give in return. You remain the sole exception. The only one I want to see happy and thriving. I could give you everything, and I’d be happy as long as you kept smiling at me. Before you, there was nobody.

“I didn’t even feel like any part of me was human before you. I felt like I was fated to exist forever feeling like some impostor. Surrounded by people who would hate me if they knew what I was inside. So I learned to be what I thought they wanted. Then you came along. You were everything I was on the inside, but unafraid to show it.” Vox swallowed after his vulnerable confession. A delicious type of vulnerability that gave Alastor such power over Vox he could even forgive the transgression of his rejection.

Never had Alastor felt so fascinated to come to know somebody else. So much like him, while remaining his foil. A reflection of what he would have become if he had been born capable of empathy and love. Both hands cupped the oaken frame, a touch that Vox responded in kind by laying his own hands on top of his.

“Well my dear, you make for a beautiful Monster. You have the makings of a fine demon. After all, they say no blade can cut deeper than empathy! I lack the hand to wield it. So I’ll have to put it into your beautiful hands.”

Vox took one of the hands clasping his head to weave their fingers together. The silence had returned, with nothing but the ticking clock and the cries of crickets outside heard in the tranquil night. But the energy between them felt comforting instead of awkward now. Peaceful.

“Then I will have to show you the face of a man thrown into absolute despair.” Vox promised, A wicked smile spreading across the screen. The faint blue color dancing below his eyes was comically sweet against such nasty words. Alastor’s own eyes illuminated in excitement, with his tail wagging against his will.

“I can’t wait, my dear.” Alastor’s body bent double until his forehead met the cool glass between Vox’s eyes. “Life has certainly become more entertaining with you around.”

[findafight]

Nebs' Stranger Things Fic Masterlist

I'm finally making a masterlist for my fics/headcanons! hazzah! with brief descriptions) Compiling this I have realized I have written a LOT of stuff?? holy doodles. tumblr fics under the readmore (eventually I'll put them on ao3)

My Writing tag: Finda writes stuff

Ao3 Fics

Robin and Steve's Epic Platonic Soulmate Mixtape WIP. Robin and Steve become friends just after s1, friendship shenanigans as wells as Upside Down s2 (so far) ensues. RaSEPSM tag

Tennessee Ham and Strawberry Jam Complete. Sue Sinclair and Claudia Henderson childhood best friends + Goodbye Earl fic. Standalone but in same series/universe as RaSEPSM

You Don't Fool Me Complete. Steddie, Steve thinks they're dating, Eddie is a bit confused.

Visions of the Things to Be Complete Steddie. Eddie loves M*A*S*H. turns out, Steve also loves it. Eddie's a bit pissed about that.

Starfish on the Beach WIP platonic stobin, steddie. Steve dies instead of Eddie s5 fic, based on my own post

Tumblr Fics

Steddie Focused fics

Stobjargyle and Corroded Coffin au (tag)

Steve's mixtape of government banned songs

Demiro Steve

Addams!Steve (I will def continue this one of these days)

Rockstar Eddie and ~homosexual~ rumours

Human Steve and Spn Human Steve (tags)

Miraculous Au (tag)

Eddie Tweets AU (tag, only one post but will have more)

Baby Eddies checklist to get steve to fall in love with him

BNF Steve ramble

Stobin Focused Fics

Studio Era stobin lavender marraige au (lavender's blue au tag )

Upsidedown death Timetravel au (eventually will continue)

demiromantic steve

QPR stobin in their 40's

Best Hugs

Swimmer Steve au (tag) (possibly stonathan? idk yet tho)

Pjo au (tag)

Post Starcourt haha

Venom!Stobin (tag)

Steve is Seven au

Stobin post order66 au original post (that I'll eventually expand) Dustin realizes Robin and Steve are jedi. Stobin help train Dustin and Eddie is here now

Telepathic Stobin concept

Soulmate Words au snippet

Dream team Steve au prologue p1 (Steve is drafted to the NBA fic with qpr lavender marriage stobin

Misc posts

Steve dragging everyone's taste

Gay Jonathan Byers

Big Brother Steve (tag) original post

He picked up the bat

unrequited Byler p1 (part 2 eventually)

Erica Sinclair post StarCourt

Afterschool care steve

One sided ronance (for Nancy)

Steve doesn't want to be his mum

Bad timeline no Upside Down stancy

[localsharkcryptid]

Official LSC DSMP AU Project List!

A few of these are just gonna have summaries as if they were books (mostly), since I hope to write them all some day or something similar!

Their respective tags will be in the tags section though I haven't spoken about a lot of these! Additionally if you have any questions at all feel free to send an ask or two my way, I genuinely do my best when I'm prompted to explain something so I'd be happy to answer whatever about whatever if people are curious!!

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Also note, when I list 'Relationships' in this case it means what usually would be a ship - I'm weird about relationship labels and pretty much every close dynamic is freeform to me/doesn't fit the usual romantic vibes, so just, any pairing in the relationship label take it as me listing it as a ship or just saying "HEY THEY'RE GONNA KISS AND/OR FUCK AND/OR GO ON BOYFRIEND DATES"

I love shipping I'm just iffy with the labels of dating/ships cause it's more complex to me - I see it as like qpr/romantic usually but anyways that's enough of my own qpr influencing me.

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Dragon Rider AU (DRAU)

-Will be getting an official title eventually

Main Focus Character(s): Dream & XD (Primary POVs)

Ensemble Cast (I think I have 90% of the SMP in here)

Relationship(s): Drunz, XDnf

A story separated into three large arcs, primarily following the young prince, Dream, who is presumptive heir to his kingdom's throne and his brother (XD) who reigns as King as they try to navigate their newfound positions in their kingdom and everything that comes with that.

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Mer/Siren AU

-Will also be getting a name eventually (Been calling it Fathom but not set on it yet)

Main Focus Characters: Dream

Ensemble Cast Mostly

Relationship(s): Awesamdrunz

Dream finds himself in the care of humans after unfortunately getting a bit too close to shore - becoming victim to net entanglement and proceeding to get himself more injured trying to escape. During his time at this little rehabilitation facility he makes friends and learns more than he expected about the world about the waves.

This discovery spirals quickly into a whole new ordeal, as the facility members aren't the only ones on the island who've found a mermaid - and soon news coverage starts going on about some 'rogue animal' attacking fishermen on their boats offshore.

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"What Keeps Us Human" TLOU AU

Main Focus Characters: Dream, Punz, Purpled & Tommy

Other characters work as cameos mostly, The Syndicate is important late game though!

Relationship(s): Drunz

The story follows the separate duos throughout their travels as they both make their way to a designated meet up spot - a place that initially was just for Purpled and Punz but both of them have picked up company, so now the duos face the threats of this post apocalyptic world alongside their own inner turmoil. In the end though, there is something better for them on the horizon.

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"Prisoner"

-Very Very loosely based on/Inspired by Damsel

Main Focus Characters: Dream, Sam

Pre-Doomsday Cast mostly

Relationship(s): Awesamdream

After a rather notable series of unfortunate events Dream lands himself imprisoned. It's an unfavorable situation at best which only gets worse as his slight... "hobby" of being a necromancer is revealed to Quackity of all people. So now he finds himself in the depths of an elaborate cavern known as Pandora's Labyrinth, getting tortured on occasion and at the mercy of a dragon who he's only known as 'The Warden'...

Sam is this dragon (think DND style dragon, sapient/can shape-shift/magic n all that but with the vibes of the one from Damsel/Khaevis) and merely a legend, a fairy tale if you will to the vast majority of the land. Dragons died out with magic, that is what is said, and sure some of them may have perished but he certainly did not. Now he's tasked with keeping Dream within his own lair, fueled by the promise that he's doing something good for the kingdom who lives in the shadow of his mountains and the other part of this deal that Quackity struck with him, a promise of information...

Though like everything there is far more to this tale, as secrets wait to be unburied and the most unlikely of relationships will develop.

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Other Projects - Mostly Ideas/Old Concepts/Things That Need Work or Are In Progress Just Not As Finalized As The Others

•Making at least ONE standalone AU for most of the Dream ships/and variants of said ships cause god I love poly dynamics (I'm also the multishipper guy ever and wish to give each ship enjoyer group a little treat also Dream deserves to kiss men and by men I mean all of them)

•The Good Ending - FUCK YOU DSMP HAPPY ENDING FOR EVERY FUCKIN CHARACTER, NO FAVORITISM, EVERYONE GETS TO BECOME BETTER!!!!

•Alien Isolation AU - Locking everyone on a space station with a Xenomorph, specifically THE Xenomorph from Alien/Big Chap, Dream is the final girl I take NO criticisms

•Subnautica AU!!!!!

•A Dozen or so Monster AUs For Various Characters - Nagas/Mermaids/Sirens/Werewolves/Werewhatevers/and so on, literally whatever I love monsters and the implications and you can't stop me.

•Origins SMP/Origins Mod Based AU but it's like casual fun

•Supernatural Town AU tm, a little town in a nondescript area in the Pacific Northwest host to all kinds of monsters, shenanigans ensue.

•Httyd AU, it's a must for me

•Various Hybrid AUs, more so just differing designs but like I'm putting them in the AU category cause usually the changes would mess with the plot a little

•Some sort of fantasy carnival/circus AU, Quackity runs the thing and basically did that thing of tricking people/making concerning sales pitches like with Las Nevadas but bigger scale. Also Awesamdrunz again and Dream's a fucked up rabbit creature (a wolpertinger)

•Rivals Duo but I force them into FNAF 2 and then the plot got elaborate - there's so much more to this than I planned, please send help

•Egg Apocalypse AU, based on RE:7 & Village

•The AU where I let George go powermad cause he decided to throw XD a bone and now has god as an attack dog (this one gets interesting)

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More To Inevitably Be Added

[mad-angel-menhera]

I realized I'm aroace a while ago, but my dreams of getting married and pregnant still remain. They feel so much more unattainable now, and I never hear from aroace people who want these things and the grief I'm feeling. Has anyone else experienced this? How do you reconcile these conflicting feelings?

I know some may chalk it up to amatonormativity, I've really reflected, and it's not that. These are real desires of mine. I had a dream I was pregnant recently and it was a little scary but it was also exciting and I miss how real it felt. Right now I feel so alone and confused.

I know the options of building a qpr and/or surrogacy are available, but they're suddenly more complicated than starting a family with my highschool sweetheart, and I really don't want to be perceived as sexual or alloromantic by anyone.

[innitmarvellous]

Yeah, I know, I said the last ace rant was the final part, but the third aspec book I read ('Sounds Fake But Okay') annoyed me again, lol. It wasn't all bad, but some bits...

Except that it doesn't? It never has? People say they love their friends or their family, or a character from a TV show? Or also idk, God or Jesus if they're religious. None of these imply romantic love even without specifying anything.

Well, good for her, but that's not much of a comfort, isn't it? So we'll inevitably die alone, but we don't need to fear that because we can still have friends - who'll desert us once they find a partner. Yes, well, that's certainly very nice :/

Lol, maybe that's why my existence is so "unrecognisable" then. Because I literally didn't have any friends before I started to use social media etc. And even know my biggest fear is too annoying, too boring, too whatever else for everyone - and I have a hard time to make out whether the people I consider friends consider me as such too 😭

Well, this part was at least relatable, even if I never thought about this before. Then again, it might have been the other way round for me. Being a girl/woman was literally never very important for me, and I never felt the need to adhere to gender norms just because it's expected. E.g. I never thought I needed/wanted to be pretty to be attractive for men. So it sort of did felt like things made sense when I realised that there is indeed no need for me to attact anyone with my physical looks.

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The chapter about QPRs made me realise that this isn't an option for me either. The insecurities around this form of relationship would be simply too much for me. Like, having to agree on what the relationship looks like, what kind of things would be alright or not alright (re physical contact and all kinds of intimacy etc), how long it might last and all that...it would be near impossible to agree on anything like that once I would put in my wishes in that regard. Because it wouldn't feel right to push my demands on someone else, and yet I'm way too selfish because I also wouldn't want to live in a way another person wants me too. So...I think that's another dream I might as well bury right now, before I got into it too much. ^^

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Yet another general thing: the books usually mentioned that we should think about what we would expect from a relationship and I did give this some thought. I think the main - and honestly almost only - prerequisite for me would be that any potential partner would accept me as I am. Well, and some mutual trust would be high up on the list, too. That's literally all I need, I think. I wouldn't mind if e.g. in case it's an allo person and they would have someone else to fulfill their sexual needs or whatever, as long as I could be sure of still having a relationship based on trust with them.

Yes, I know that this is already asking for way too much. I'm only too aware of that, so maybe it's understandable why I'm so frustrated. I know I should do it, but I'm too selfish to lower my standards, so there isn't much hope for me and I hate it :/

[naminethewriter]

What story do you have backstory that no-one seems to ask about? I want to hear it all!

Oh Edu, that's a can of worms you're attempting to open 😂 I basically never get asked about backstories to my stuff, so I'll see what I've published so far and what I remember of those. I might have talked about some of these things before but for most of them it's been so long, I don't really remember 😅

Let's start with my first Sanders Sides Gift X-Change story His Brother's Wedding. It's a Romile story, my first and only for that ship, and I had a lot more ideas for the AU then I got around to, both because of procrastination and other story ideas. Coincidentally, as I saw in my notes, I did plan to add Lilith to this one as well! Emile is in town to help his grandmother with her flower shop and he's taking a break from his psychology degree to do so. Roman on the other hand is working in Remus' tattoo parlor, though he actually wanted to be an actor and was in Los Angeles for a year or two trying to get into the industry but he failed. He hasn't given up on his dream yet though! As for the other sides that weren't mentioned in the fic, Patton is Emile's cousin who lives in town and is otherwise the one who checks in on Granny Maggie the most. Virgil is his best friend. Janus is Remus' best friend from their school days and he'll be Logan's best man since Roman will be Remus'. Lilith is a distant relative of Remus' landlords, an elderly couple that adore him and see him as their son to a degree. Lilith is spending her summer vacation in town and bonds with Remus, even becoming the flower girl at his wedding.

I might still return to this AU someday, but it's not very high on my priority list...

Second, let's return to Between Two Lives, which I wrote for Intrulogical Week 2 years ago. I don't actually have a lot of extra info about my future plans for that AU written down, but from what I remember some background stuff that might come up is that Janus always has been a demon and he is the reason why Remus became one too. Roman arrived in the afterlife after Remus and while Remus couldn't be there to greet him as soon as he died, he visited him as soon as he could. Roman did think about reincarnating for a bit but decided against it in the end, becoming an angel instead. Patton is one of the first soul to ever become an angel, as in human souls transformed to be an angel. Virgil is a spirit of death that guides souls to the afterlife.

The one one shot I wrote for a ship week that I'm really proud of and that didn't get much attention is Cursed Woods. I really like the vibe I created with it and while I don't have the backstory for it entirely figured out, I can say that Janus is not trapped in there maliciously. In fact he made that choice himself, even if he doesn't remember it. Roman on the other hand was betrayed by someone he trusted and banished. It will be a struggle for him to rebuild his position once he gets back.

Lastly (for now), let's talk about the story I gifted to you: You're Not Alone. As is very clear in the story, Logan was raised by a single mother, but Janus and Remus both have loving parents who all made it their mission to give Logan all the parental love he missed out on. Remus and Roman's parents are immigrants from Germany and they were with the twins on their Christmas trip though they stayed longer and will only come back in the new year. Janus' parents live a state or two away but they will come around before the year ends. They're a bit hippy like and like traveling a lot. Patton, Roman and Virgil are in a QPR, though only Roman is aromantic so Patton and Virgil are dating.

That's all I have right now and a lot of this is more me making up stuff on the spot than actual notes I made but all of these stories have a place in my heart and I could spin more out of them if I wanted to. But there are other projects I feel more connected to. For now at least 😉

Thank you for the ask, even if it took me a bit to get to it 🤭

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Hello! So the short version is: do you or anyone else have advice/tips on writing friendship that evolves into a qpr?

More details: I have a story with a large ensemble cast which are all varying degrees of good friends with each other, but I have two specifically (both female, one is aroace and the other is demi) that begin as just friends but I want to have them end up in a queer-platonic relationship by the end of the story (living together by the ending, and years later in the epilogue raising/having raised two children together.) What I’d like tips on is how to realistically/convincingly write that evolution from friends to more without it accidentally straying too far into looking romantic? (If it matters, this is all in a fantasy medieval setting, but homophobia isn’t widespread just to make my life easier.)

Queerplatonic Life Partners

What you're looking to portray here is a "platonic life partnership" or PLP, or more specifically, a "queerplatonic partnership" or QPP.

Life partnerships are similar to romantic partnerships in that they choose one another as lifelong partners, are deeply committed to that partnership, and do many of the things romantic partners do, just without any romance or s*x. They often live together, share property and possessions, share finances, raise children and/or animals together, and sometimes even marry.

PLPs and QPPs are different from just a "close friendship" because the partnership involves the commitment, validation, structure, norms, profound emotional connection, and even status that exists with romantic partnerships--again, just without the romance and s*x.

To write the evolution of this type of relationship:

1- Establish/Evolve the Friendship - How do they meet? What is their first interaction? What commonalities sparks a kinship between them? What do they like about one another that makes them want to be friends?

2 - Establish/Evolve the Bond - As they continue to meet up and interact, how do their shared commonalities inspire them to share more about themselves? What memories, hopes, fears, dreams, and beliefs are shared that help them get to know each other? What situations can give them reasons to put their trust in one another and start relying on one another?

3 - Discovery of Mutual Ideology and Life Goals - The most important element of a PLP and QPP is that the couple discovers that they share a mutual ideology and life goals. In other words, they have the same mindset in terms of how they want to live their lives and what they want to do with their lives. So, what are the ideologies they share? What small and big life goals to they have in common? How do they discover that they have these ideologies and goals in common? Where are the differences and how do they accommodate those?

4 - The Dreaming and Planning Stage - Once they realize they want the same things, they'll make the commitment to follow that path side by side. Now they can dream together of the possibilities and start planning. Depending on where they are currently, this may be as far as things can go for now, though part of their commitment will be helping each other get to the point where their dreams and plans can be brought to fruition.

5 - The Pieces Fall Into Place - If the story is about the setup and creation of this mutual life they're going to share, you will show all the pieces falling into place as they accomplish each step to make that life a reality. Or, if your story is about something else, you might not focus on the actual achievements but either have them happening in the background, or even have them occur off the page between the denouement and the epilogue. It just depends on what works best for your story, but if you have the ability to show them living this happy life together, you definitely should. Otherwise, you can project it for the reader by having them daydream about how things will be. In some cases, you might even work in an actual dream one of the characters has about living in that time when they are sharing the life they dreamed of. Again whatever works for your story!

Bonus - The Ups and Downs - Even without romance and s*x, PLPs and QLPs experience some of the same ups and downs as romantic partnerships, they're just not motivated by romance and s*x. But there can be ups and downs related to finances, conflicting goals and ideals, disagreement about how things should be done, triumphs of successes and disappointment in failures, arguments over silly things and fights over big things, and unbridled joy in the happy moments. So, make sure to include those every step of the way, from the meeting to the pieces falling into place.

Most of all--have fun with it! ♥

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Writing ask game! Sweet and tender prompts!

Behold writing ask game where people can send you writing requests by sending a number (or multiple) and you have to write a piece based on the corresponding quote. If you want to see how to send me prompts look under the cut. If you want to do this reblog this post and add your own rules e.g. fandoms (or lack there of), max amount of prompts per piece, word count etc.

Without further ado here are the quotes:

1. Don’t you know I love you

2. Why are you still here

3. You are everything to me

4. It's to protect you

5. Because you're mine

6. I can't let you go

7. You're not alone

8. They're gone, you're on your own

9. I'm sorry I failed you

10. Did you regret it

11. I wish this would go on forever

12. It wasn't supposed to end like this

13. You're hurt

14. It's perfect

15. The whole world's against us now

16. You think we can make this work

17. They’ll pay for what they did to you

18. You trust me, don’t you

19. Your safe now, it’s over

20. I’m glad you’re here with me

21. Hey, don’t cry

22. Good to see you again

23. This isn’t a dream

24. Think you can get away

25. Is that what you think of me

26. Thank you, for everything

27. It’s gonna work out, I promise

28. Don’t leave me here

29. If it’s for you, I’d do it

30. Just you and me

Hello! I will be writing this game for amphibia, Honkai impact 3rd, Project sekai and Madoka Magica! Shipping (I can also do platonic stuff which includes things not on these lists)

Project sekai

Ichisaki

Honashiho

Polyneed

Minoharu

Shizuai

Polyjump

Anhane

Akitoya

Akian

Toukoha

Akikoha

Touan

Polysquad

Emukasa

Ruinene

Nenekasa

Emurui

Polyshow

Kanamafu

Mizuena

Polyniigo

Minoshiho

Kohamino

Mizurui

Class 2A

Minokana

Honaemu

Madoka Magica

Madohomu

Sayakyou

Madosaya

Honkai Impact 3rd

Kiamei

Bronseele

Sakukallen

Elyeden

Amphibia

Sashannarchy

Sashanne

Marcanne

Sasharcy

If you want me to write something for one of these fandoms then send me the fandom, the pair, whether it’s platonic or romantic (or qpr it is pride month after all) and 1-3 numbers for what quote you want

Have fun!