#GOD I can't wait to actually write this

[its-monster-mash]

Randall Kaine [OC Moodboard]

Name: Randall Kaine (Most current, too many fake names over his lifetime. He dies with this one for what it's worth)

Book: 'Til Death Do Us Part (Deuteragonist)

Birthday: October 30, 1918 (Story is set in 1970)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Green

Height: 6'2

Weight: 138lbs

Occupation: Priest (a Liar)

Likes: Literature, Death, Being in Control, Sweets

Dislikes: Being Vulnerable, Earnest Belief, Social Conformity

Intro to the Story: Hunting down a band who he had drugged and released in an old junkyard and brutally massacring them.

Basics: After losing track of one of his victims, Randall is forced to go into hiding. He decides that serial killing is a young man's game, and it's time to find somewhere to settle down, create a new identity and lay low. Following in his father's footsteps, he uses his religious knowledge from growing up the son of a pastor to land a role as the priest of a small town where no one will care to come looking for him. Things get interesting when another recent arrival goes missing; things get more interesting when his escaped victim shows up in town, looking for a place to stay.

Background under the cut

Background: The Junkyard Killer terrorized America for almost three decades; drugging and capturing unsuspecting groups of people, and releasing them in locked up junkyards so he could hunt them for sport. Why? An insatiable need to feel in control. He left home at a very young age to get out from under his Pastor Father's thumb, not wanting to be like the man. As he got older though, Randall realized that he and his old man weren't so different; his dad had just found a legitimate channel to exercise control over the little town he grew up in.

[onebizarrekai]

guys why does the tag look like this

[some-pers0n]

Every once in a while I think about the ship I've been obsessed over for close to two years now and feel like I'm ascending to another plane of reality. Like sometimes you just encounter a ship that hits every single mark and is perfect in every regard and you're left stunned how something like that can even exist

[thelonelyshore-if]

will our relationship with willow impact any of the routes?

The MC's relationship with Willow doesn't impact any of the romance routes (beyond flavor text/conversation), but it is a major part of the different story routes. Especially once Willow comes back into the story proper. Things can change based on how much they trust the MC. A Willow who's close with the MC and trusts them might be more willing to help with certain things....and a Willow who's angry with the MC might act a little more recklessly.

The player won't ever be punished for having a negative relationship with Willow (I think I've mentioned it before, but starting off hating Willow is actually some of my favorite flavor text in the game lmao), but some scenes might be different based on relationship type!!

[skitskatdacat63]

This is my personal crossover event of the century

[itsjaywalkers]

how are oby jeggy doing?

it's a saturday so !!! reg is probably working and a bit grumpy about not being able to sleep in. still, james is up before him to go for his morning run, and by the time he's back, reg is awake and has made breakfast for the both of them (he's a terrible cook but he can manage that much at least). james has a shower first, and reg jumps in with him, and they end up having a quickie. or maybe two. the point is that the food's cold when they finally emerge from the bathroom

after that, james drives reg to work, maybe even goes inside with him to greet some of his coworkers and whoever managers are on shift, bc everyone is already more than familiar with him and they Love him. reg keeps rolling his eyes at his antics but he's secretly very pleased. then they say goodbye, which involves a lot of kissing and some groping, and james leaves. he probably stops at a tesco or a sainsburys on his way home, to do some grocery shopping for himself and reg, and also buy some of reg's fav snacks so there's something nice waiting for him after his shift

james spends the day doing some chores, maybe getting lunch with lily, or sirius remus and peter, and then reading for a lil while before getting started on dinner. when the time comes, he goes to pick up reg from work, corners him in the staff room and they fool around in there (they don't get too far bc they almost get caught. this has happened SO many times, and yet they never learn their lesson). they leave together, have dinner at their flat and then pick a movie to watch that they likely won't finish either bc they'll end up fucking or bc reg will fall asleep all cuddled up at james' side. james will take him to bed, make sure his alarm is on (since reg also works sundays) and then fall asleep while hugging him close <3

all in all, very nice very domestic saturday!!!

[lilyharvord]

The fantasy fiction trope of the chosen one being raised to die at just the right time is just so biblically horrific and disgusting, it literally makes me foam at the mouth over it. The fact that there are numerous instances where they should die, but there is always something in the universe that saves them; leaving them thinking that maybe they are either incredibly skilled at survival or just lucky, only to find out that it was never them?? They were being saved just to die when they have to? As seen fit by some higher power????? Furthermore, it's extra spicy if that chosen one was a reluctant hero who only realizes it at the end, right before they have to die... and they make the choice to go through with it anyway???? When they ultimately have something to die for now (read found family who tries to stop them and/or turns from fighting the big bad to fighting the fucking universe to save them)????? Geewhiz what a fucking TROPE.

[szappan]

im also increasingly sure that im autistic but we'll never ever confirm that </3

[dbphantom]

Hate having adhd went to go work on my fallout modpack, got distracted while going to disable the steam overlay, ended up in the points shop, went to go edit my profile, decided to change my pfp, found a buried folder I forgot existed, found some old Veneer art I forgot existed, spent 45 minutes looking at all the old photos, STILL HAVE NOT TOGGLED ONE SIMPLE OPTION THAT SHOULD'VE TAKEN 30 SECONDS AT MOST

[eightspringdays]

Just saw a TikTok complaining about fanfics that didn't have "enough dialogue" because "reading more than three sentences" was hard.

I'm not against heavy dialogue-oriented fics; they are fun, but... that's a script. You want to read a fucking script, hope you know that. A writer isn't "bad" because they are... you know, writing. Just say it isn't your thing and move on, but categorize something as "bad" because you lack the ability to fucking read... ain't the author's problem; it seems like a "you" one.

[itseivwhore]

Writing about Faramir while listening to Hozier AND Gondor ambience music:

[tardis--dreams]

Feeling homicidal at work today ♡

[leecherish]

uuuughhhhghhghhhhh

[icewindandboringhorror]

I still very loathe the Media Trope of ‘’cold genius man doesn’t feel emotions and never has relationships... UNTIL.. one random relatively bland Preddy Woman comes along and warps his entire personality and ability to think, his heart has grown and his seeming asexuality has evaporated, he is now Normal :)” or whatever like... AS a walking generic hermit archetype myself.. we would NOT act like that .... just let people be detached weirdos in peace, you cowards .. OR, don’t bother to write one in the first place if you find us too boring to exist realistically in our natural state lol.. pathetic 

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @inafieldofdaisies to post a wip! Thank you both! 💕💕💕

as always, no pressure tags (and pls let me know if any of you don’t want to be tagged in wip days anymore): @detectivelokis @marivenah @jacobseed @aceghosts @jinfromyarikawa @phillipsgraves @corvosattano @unholymilf @simonxriley @roofgeese @chuckhansen @queennymeria @florbelles @risingsh0t @minaharkers @nokstella

I honestly just wanted to write Imogen getting bullied by the Mantis Crew, but this is her attempt at making friends. First time she’s tried. She wasn’t a fan.

“You know,” Imogen said as she sauntered into the Mantis crew’s hideout. Cal was the first to react, igniting his lightsaber and shifting into the defensive stance of a Jedi. The ghost of an amused smile curled at the corner of Imogen’s mouth. She remained nonchalant. “Despite your very best efforts, it was not that difficult to find you.”

If anything, Cal tensed further at the sight of her familiar face. “We weren’t hiding from you.”

“Have you been waiting for another opportunity to challenge me?”

“No, we just have bigger problems than a failed Inquisitor.”

She ignored the slight and stepped forward. The Jedi mirrored her advance, his blue blade humming excitedly. “And yet here I am before you once more.” 

“What do you want?” 

“Contrary to your perception of me, Cal, I am not here to fight you.” In an effort to lower his guard, Imogen placed her hands behind her back.  

“My perception of you?” Cal asked, exasperated. “Exactly which betrayal and murder attempt did I misinterpret?” 

Imogen resisted the urge to roll her eyes. His dramatics were unnecessary. “That was a long time ago.” 

“Not nearly long enough for me to forgive and forget. Not without one hell of a good reason to trust you. And it’s going to take a lot, Imogen.”

“My priorities have shifted. It may benefit our interests if we again become… allies,” she said, narrowly avoiding choking on the word. Imogen couldn’t quite bring herself to suggest friendship. She still had much to learn when it came to her romantic connection with Bix, navigating a whole new dynamic didn’t appeal to her.

Cal shook his head. “Fool me once.”

“It’s been more than once,” Imogen pointed out smugly. 

“I’ll ask again. What do you want?” 

“I have joined the Rebel Alliance.” 

Greez, who had previously remained as silent as the rest of the crew throughout the tense exchange, released a hearty laugh. “Here I thought you didn’t have a sense of humor, but I gotta give it to you, that was a good one!” 

Cal noted Imogen’s steely expression. “She isn’t joking.”

“I’m not,” she confirmed.

“Why?” Urgency willed the Jedi closer to his old adversary. “What’s your angle? What do you have planned?”

Imogen kept her body still. “I’ve told you. A lot has changed, Cal, and because of that I must reevaluate who I consider to be an enemy.”

“That’s not good enough.”

Irritation shot up Imogen’s spine. Her patience at his persistent questioning wore thin. She knew Cal wouldn’t just openly accept a change of heart, but she didn’t feel comfortable revealing the details of her new outlook. Imogen Kol would not willingly expose her neck to a fool like Cal Kestis. Though… she had to acknowledge he wasn’t entirely foolish. Otherwise she wouldn’t be here. 

“I’m not who I was,” she said. 

“You want me to just trust you when you won’t even trust me enough to give a real reason.” Cal scoffed and finally put his lightsaber away. “You’ve wasted your time coming here. Whatever you want, I can’t help you.”

Imogen should have left it at that, but a part of her actually wanted this to work. “You’re right, I don’t trust you. Not yet. We both have things we need to protect and I cannot risk –” She had enough self restraint to cut the sentence off before she showed her hand, but the sudden intensity her tone had taken caused her face to flush. 

Weakness, her thoughts bitterly chastised. 

“Can’t risk what?” Cal pressed. 

“Not what,” Merrin chimed in. Imogen often forgot about the Zabrak’s existence until she spoke. “Who. She has someone.”

Imogen sharply glared at her. Merrin stood unfazed by the way the former Inquisitor’s eyes burned with hatred. She stared back as if she had simply recited an obvious fact. It made Imogen fume. “Perhaps I should have cut out your tongue when last we met. There is still time.”

Merrin ignored the threat and looked to Cal. “That’s why she’s here. She’s fallen in love and has dared to consider fighting for something other than herself.”

“I’ve already fought for her,” Imogen fiercely snapped. 

Another misstep. 

The outburst all but confirmed Merrin’s accusation. Imogen didn’t believe that Cal or the crew posed a threat to Bix directly, but she learned from her time as an enforcer for the Empire that to surrender the knowledge of what matters most is to guarantee it will be used against you. With all the enemies she has made, it only takes one loose end to lead back to her relationship. Cal may be a valuable asset in protecting what she holds dear. Or he could be a fatal mistake. Imogen originally intended to draw a definitive conclusion to that uncertainty before her true intentions had been revealed. 

“Tell me about her,” Cal said. 

Imogen answered immediately and firmly. “No.”

He shrugged. “You want me to believe you? That’s my price.”

“You are asking me to freely confess the one thing that can truly hurt me.”

“I’m asking you to trust me with it.”

[youremyonlyhope]

I'm not a "new musical theatre style music" person. Never have been.

Even when I was doing voice lessons, I'd steer towards the golden age or jazzy musical theatre songs. My voice teacher would have to drag me kicking and screaming towards adding anything new musical theatre to my repertoire. For a while, the most modern song in my book was I Know The Truth from Aida, and I wouldn't count that as new musical theatre style since I mean more the Pasek&Paul or Joe Iconis type.

And now I have an audition coming up for a small production of a show in that style and I'm supposed to sing a song in a similar style. And I'm looking at all my sheet music like... let me do some Cole Porter... or Gershwin... at least Sondheim please...