#I have written so much damn lore for this fic

[erenspussy420]

Take Me With You (fanfic)

A shameless plug in for a fic I made for a male disney princess x oc. 

Warnings will apply: for slight yandere themes, mature themes, and suggestive content. Smut is added in later. Female Original Character, the oc’s world is taking place in a futuristic material world.

Summary:

“Take me with you, for laughs, for the unknown, take me with you.”- Schmendrick the Magician, The Last Unicorn.

Somewhere in the cosmos, someone enjoys watching her trying not to rip her hair out with every turn of the page of game that was probably cursed. To end each route with a fairy tale ending or at least a happy ending . Even so, trying to leave when a prince clings to you, asking you not to leave them behind is hard.

"Take me with you."

(mature themes) (original female characters

Chapter one: Paralogue

‘Let’s have a late dinner’- was the message sent to her. Above in their diamond cages, Gogo dancers call out to her to ‘come play with us~’ beckoning her to come closer, as she brushes past grasping hands that reach for her. Victoria waved good-bye to her friends as she strode past them, blowing kisses to her girls.

‘You’re alive, thank God.’ A ride request to one of the cabbies and another text comes, directions and a surprise. 

‘I’ll meet you at the cafe, I have something for you.’  The cab pulls away from the club and off another text goes. The city life is loud as its bright lights that overtook the night stars' brilliance, the sidewalks over crowded, her cabbie driver honking her horn at a punk jay walker. A dancing hologram ad, advertising a new game flashes dangerously close to the roads.

‘Can’t wait, see you soon :)’

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The overhead radio plays the charming song 'El Adventuro' throwing her back to countless nights as a kid waiting for her parents to leave a party. Now it's with Amos who hasn't said anything to her for the past ten minutes after throwing himself into her booth, he then begins ordering a drink with the startled waitress. Slapped a little white box with a red bow on the table, with a slurred voice," Your birthday gift." And slumped over in his seat accompanied by a loud crack.

"Ay hijo no," Victoria got up to fix him up, Amos let her drag his corpse to a non-back breaking position, she patted his short hair gently."Nap, you'll smell your coffee before you know it." 

 She smooths the wrinkles of her short, blue glittery dress and takes a sip of her drink, waiting for Amos to remember who he is and how he came to be. Said friend was dead to the world. Glancing down at his tan coat, she felt sympathy at the familiar sight of demon ick staining the bottom of his tan coat, still wet dripping on the plastic. Shaking her head, she wipes off the stains with a frown. Hopefully no one noticed it.

 ‘That's not gonna come off, Amos, you have to soak that stuff immediately,’ Their jobs were often messy, a true mark of an experienced master in their field, is the cleanliness of their clothes.’‘He must have come here straight from the mission, poor Amos, sweetie needs to eat.’

A red coffee mug appears, and true as the sun rises in the east, so did Amos. Victoria snorts when Amos screeches after burning his tongue. Amos, gangly and boney whose tall height made him look almost skeletal, sipped slowly from his coffee mug paying no attention to her. The bright neon lights of a dancing pink pig flash across them, drawing harshness to his face.

"Amos," she called to him, taking his attention from the window." You should have something to eat, you look hungry."

A "pwshh" escapes him, Amos runs his hand through his short red hair. "Yeah, I haven't eaten anything since yesterday," he confesses,”I don’t know what to eat, pick for me Victoria, I trust you.” 

“Are you sure about that?” 

"Don't make me pull out my dagger."

"Tiny compared to my sword." Victoria pats her purse.

"How the fuck does that even fit in there?" Amos sadly didn't get his answer.

 Victoria flags down a waitress, speaking to her with ease in Spanish-  picking at dishes that would fill them both up. She hadn't eaten anything when she left the club and the horchata can only do so much. Amos had already finished his coffee by the time their other drinks arrived. Amos looked tired, his eyes sullen as he gazed at the dancing pink mascot of the cafe El Pequeñito Puerco. Whatever case he had been assigned to, it had left its mark. Victoria reaches over to Amos, patting his hands in a show of comfort. “Thank you for coming home,” Victoria says to him, focusing on the warmth she felt. 

Thank you, for coming back alive, was unsaid.

Amos squeezed her hand gently before letting go. “I did make a promise, and you know I don’t take those lightly.” he said. A quirk of his lips, that faded quickly as it came. He picks up the little red box by its big bow and slips it back over to her,”Here, I missed your birthday, so I got you this game. I heard how much you love those otome dating games.”

“Of course, you heard that! ” Victoria covers her mouth to laugh,”Don’t judge me Amos, how can I resist those pretty faces?” She’s pretty weak to them, seeing as Lei is the one who convinced her to play video games. Games leave a bad taste on her tongue, as in typical Lei fashion somehow got a hold of the possessed ones that get them trapped in another dimension.

To be fair, it’s a rare thing to happen, Lei just happens to be a special case.

 Funnily enough, otome games were the few they got to enjoy without the dimension crisis. Gushing over the gorgeous leads, men or women, didn’t matter who they would go for in the end– what really mattered were the craziest choices they could find. Anything for the memes. Then they cry over the loveable NPC players who got fodder off, boo’ing the male lead, and reading lines with bad voice overs. Lei was the one who made her fall in love with otome games, even if he managed to make her wary of going to the arcade with him. Charming her to go, with that stupidly handsome grin that makes her weak-kneed, and ends with her on his lap.

God, did she miss him.

“It’s a new one that came out a while back,” Amos continued, he played with the fried beans on his plate, mixing it with bowls worth of Salvadorian crema. Victoria side eyed him for that, he took it when she wasn’t looking again.”I think you might like it's one of those fairy tale ones, the game practically endless with all the stories it has. Plus, I promise you it’s not haunted or anything! No possession records either!”

“No time loops?” Victoria asked suspicious of it. She speared at the red box with her fork, not trusting it enough to touch it, never mind  before. Time loops were horrible pockets of dimensions never-ending reruns and she had enough of those for a lifetime. This world has never lacked a horror that drags the unassuming, the innocent and the naivety of those who not once thought of them. Even a simple pleasure such as games, brings her weariness. "You checked it before, right? Amos?"

“None! I made sure of it,” Amos said confidently, finally some color returning to his pale cheeks. Amos stuffed his face with gusto, his plate of chile relleno was disappearing at a fast rate. So fast that he accidently gets some of the sauce on the sleeve of his coat. Victoria lets out a puff of laughter as he curses. ”Oh come on! Ugh forget it! Listen, that game is the best one out so far, so you better play it.” He jabs his fork to make his point clear.

"Oh monsieur, please be merciful!" A wry grin curls her mouth, her hoop earrings dance as she shakes her head, ”Now keep eating, you blackhole or I’m leaving you to the undead vampires– they’re haunting the parks tonight.” She should dig into her own food, unless she wanted soggy tostadas de tinga. She brushes her hair back, careful to not get it caught on the wooden buttons of her cardigan.

“That’s a myth!” was all Amos said.

The two chatted over their dinner, swapping stories of past trips, Amos retelling of the possessed doll he encountered in his recent case that ended up with setting it on fire. "Listen, that doll had to die, so I pulled out my hairspray and lighter then started blasting." 

Then Victoria kept him up with her research of folk-lore cases from decades ago. It had started with one tale then another until she spiraled into burying herself in books. She had dived right back into fairy tales and binging on old Disney movies. Amos immediately made fun of her for it and she introduced him to her new shiny heels. Her gift was left untouched. With their plates having been taken away, Amos sat back against the worn plastic padding, making loud groans.

“I can feel my guts rearrange themselves,” Amos slumped over.

“Don’t die here, Amos, I can’t drag your body back to your apartment, these are new shoes.” Victoria hums, she towers over him waving the receipt,” I paid already, so come on get up and let’s go.”

“Your tall ass can literally carry me over there like a sack of potatoes. Now, leave me here so I can remember how to walk again,” Amos bemoaned, a snicker later before the lanky man crawled out of his seat,”okay okay let's go already, good food, I need to come here more.”

“Oh, definitely. Thank you for the food,” Victoria calls over, waving goodbye to their waitress who thanked them for coming. They leave the warm bright restaurant, and into the crisp cold night. Their breath comes out like silver wisps. Shivering, Victoria pulls her thick cardigan closer to her, she was not made for the cold! Her stockings did little to protect her, this is what she gets for not changing at the club. The night sky was clear of any clouds, leaving the moon full and luminous. Clear enough, they could see the red painted moon colonies that looked eerily like a scar.

A comfortable silence settled between them as they headed towards Amoss’ car. Despite the rocky start, this ended on a good note to her. It’s been too long since she’s seen Amos, longer had it been since she had met up with any of her other friends. Nothing unusual, as those who work in their fields leave for long periods, and disappear even faster than a whisper could be said in between the spaces.

Victoria will drop everything to see them, before anything could happen again.

“Thanks for getting the meal, Victoria, I’ll pay next time. How has your sabbatical been by the way?” Amos asked. Off in the distance a loud cry of a train can be heard over the loud music of the city life. Bright lights illuminated every corner, bathing them in reds and yellows. They stood by his car, parked down a little ways as terrible the parking was in the city.”I heard they gave you two years, for….well you know.”

He looked away from her, so someone told him then.

“Fine,” Victoria said, it was really fine. She had a lot of time on her hands now, things to pursue, study, and take time to remember herself. Time dedicated to family, visiting Ms. Zhang. She had done a lot of cleaning the apartment and cooking new recipes, she even got to make some dresses.”It’s been fine, I’ve been resting a lot.”

“Fine,” he parrots back at her, brow raised.”Alright for now,I believe you. Door's open, I’ll drop you off at home.”

“Thanks, Amos.”

She’s fine.

Absolutely fine. The box in her hand seemed more interesting than the wax sealed papers back home. Amos didn’t press her and Victoria kept it to herself.

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After waving good-bye to Amos from the stairway, Victoria walks into her little apartment, her gift tucked into the crook of her elbow. It’s a small apartment, perfect for a single lady like herself. The Pink Flamingo Apartments a five story building, true to its name pink stoned with teal railings wrapped around it, the decor reminisce of its glory days of peace and shag carpet. The second she got in, she beelined for the small living room. Her feet practically disappeared into the thick red carpet. She hangs her cardigan on a nearby hook and sets her gift on the cherry wood coffee table. Sighing in relief, she pulls off her cute silver heels and relishes even ground.

“Home, sweet home,” Victoria mutters, laying down on her couch. Sitting in the dark, with the bright moon light pouring into her living room, she stares at the ceiling. Seeing her friend again felt great, Amos is alive and breathing. Victoria didn’t have to worry as much, Amos won’t be getting another case for now. Hazel eyes with green specks flash in her mind, and her mood plummets. Tossing over, she looks at the answering machine, the 'full' light glaring.

Amara, her sweet Amara, did she leave her a message this time? She reaches over and presses the button, listening to the auto voice. A pop up hologram shows in bold gold letters; calls from marketers were erased, messages from Father Mateo were noted , her mama’s were saved, as were others from friends' invitations to go out. Their last text was of Amara arriving at the airport. Nothing new.

“Please be safe,” She prays quietly. Amara is traveling with Uma, and she’s with a bigger group this time. Safety in numbers. Still, Victoria misses her friend deeply. 

She should do something. “I can try the game.” Victoria says to no one, making herself get up, careful not to slip with her stockings, her dress riding up to her thighs as she does. Not caring to fix since who was going to grasp pearls with her legs out and about? Moon’s out, thighs out. Humming, Victoria pulls out her gaming console and starts  hooking up her tv. 

The current model VRD2, the virtual reality device, was a smash hit in the US, taking players into a whole new meaning of exploring new worlds. After an early breakthrough in technology, much of entertainment can be experienced virtually now. With the VRD reality headset it practically felt like you were in the game, as it tapped your brain into it, a practice accepted around the globe. Innovative creations such as the Dream Catcher Pillow, were created with this in mind.

Though some protest that it could be dangerous– as very rare cases have pointed to disappearances. Which were promptly thrown out on the basis that no proof existed that it was a sole reason for such claims. Over the years the developers have continuously kept testing, with volunteers, to make sure there was nothing wrong with their machines. Always passing with a 99.99 percent success rate.

For its success there were many contracts made for games to be remade for the console.  There was no genre of games that couldn't be played on the VRD2 sans games from the pre-VRD revolution. Lei had gotten it when-

Nope.

Ripping up the box, Victoria takes out the disc and quickly shoves it into the empty slot. Practically shoving the helmet on, she pushes the game on. Settling back on her couch, her bag still strapped to her side, she relaxes her mind. Whirls of the machine, clicking in, her head felt light. No, she's not thinking about it. She's going to kiss stupidly cute princes while choosing the funniest options it has.

From the counsel, a bright gold light lit up the living room. Accompanied with a sweet sounding song, a crooked silhouette of tree branches crawled across the screen, the loud cackle of a hag broke behind her. Wicked, Victoria can appreciate the aesthetics of the opening sequence, they went really strong with the opening. Behind the curtain of crooked limbs of the trees, she can see a palace off in the distance, of multiple white towers with red tops, blocked off by a wall of thorns. 

Whatever happens in between her and the game was lost to time. Somewhere along the routes of going through the expanding fairy tale book, stories of princes to pick, did something prickle the uneasiness in her gut. It’s probably her nerves getting to her. After so many unfortunate run-ins with video games, her hackles were raised. She should relax, stop being so paranoid, like her sister Yvonne says. Amos, had this game checked in case for her, no time loops, no possessions.

Relax…

“A dream is a wish your heart makes…” a sweet voice of man sings, light and hopeful in the sudden darkness of the screen, bubbles floating popping before her. In the colorful reflection, she can see the figure of man scrubbing the floors. Oh he’s gorgeous, Victoria thinks.

“Once upon a dream….”

“For the first time in forever!”

“No chance, no way I won't say it, no no!”

Then another voice sings, then another and another joins in, each prince comes to screen followed by a change of scene. Hot dunes of a desert kingdom, a castle made of ice and snow , a tower hidden away with a long river of golden hair pouring out, and so many others that couldn’t have been explained so quickly. However, there was one scene that caught her attention, a dark mirror shrouded in a wispy green smoke. As she reached out to touch it, the surface rippled. Pulling away, a scene formed of a tree with a red apple that hung so low in a dark forest. There were so many other mirrors to choose from, but in her digital form, she touched the glossy red apple that begged to be plucked from its tree.

However just as the apple had brushed the tips of fingers, barely scraping its skin, a shock went through her.

Literally.

What had caused Victoria to feel it she wasn’t sure, but it’s hot and it felt like she was being torn apart, atom by atom. Static screeched, and in horror the realization of her hand falling through the VRD helmet had clued her this was not going to end well. Fuck. 

Fuck!

A familiar sensation of having the world being pulled under her feet came, the sensation of falling down took her and away did she go into the force of being pulled into her television.

Sometimes she wondered if Lei’s luck ever passed to her when they swapped rings.

In her profession, all one can do is accept the consequences of their misfortune and hope to make it out alive. To see another day and hope to come home.

The apartment sat empty with a tv, loud static playing from it’s speaker. On the couch lay a smoking VDR helmet, alone.

[spooky-scary-scarecrow]

"You have beautiful eyes."

(So, I've been skimming Tumblr and haven't found any goddamn Cooper Howard fics that involve how pretty his damn eyes are. Only a handful of people actually mentioned it - babyghoul still has his luscious eyelashes. So since nobody has written a fic of it, I put it in my hands >:] Enjoy!)

Warnings: Mild nudity, mentions of after-sex, cuddling, complimenting, tooth-rotting fluff, a teeny of lore-building in the first few paragraphs

It was a quiet evening, the both of you laying on an old mattress you had found that was surprisingly intact enough to not have a spring digging into your back. The night was elongated from the actions that happened merely moments ago, labored breath between the both of you still filling your ears.

Turning to face Cooper, your eyes roamed his scarred body. A lean frame with muscle, not too much yet not too little. Just enough to show off how strong he can be. You both met only months ago. It was supposed to be just him killing a bounty for you and you'd pay him in caps and viles. Though after the next few bounties, you grew on him and decided to tag along with his journeys. It was like the longer you were both exposed to each other, the more you fell. Ending up in this situation many times before. Quick, easy, just to relieve stress.

Until now. You took the time to observe him. Observe his scars and muscles and callouses as he laid on his back, arms behind his head as his eyes were closed for the moment. You let your gaze drift up to his face - the normally hardened expression softening.

"I can feel you starin'," he spoke after a moment, making your cheeks flush red as you look away.

"Sorry, I just never seen you so... relaxed," you mumbled sheepishly with a chuckle.

A soft hum left him, his arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you in without warning. This was rare, the physical touch. Affectionate. Slowly, you rest your head on his chest, hearing the faint beat of his rotten heart and the rasp of his lungs as he breathed.

A moment passed before you looked back up at him, capturing his gaze with your own. Suddenly, you noticed something you never noticed.

His eyes. You never studied them because of how much movement he made - or there just wasn't any time. You would have thought that his lashes would have been gone along with his other body hair but no. They were still there. Rather thick and long. Framing the hazel orbs of his. Making them stand out.

They seemed almost a rich, deep gold and green at the moment because of the lighting - only the dim flame of the oil lamp on the ground beside the mattress lighting the area.

They were beautiful.

"I never noticed your eyes," you blurted, your gaze lingering on his. You could just see the shift of emotion in them - they were so expressive. More expressive than you expected. It showed he was still a man - still human - even if he did turn into the being he is now.

"Is that a compliment, darlin'?" he mused, raising a hairless brow.

You pondered. Maybe it was. Maybe you should say the things about them that were stuffed in the back of your brain.

"Yes," you answered after a beat. "I'd say more about them if I could put it into words."

He was the one to break the eye-contact, leaning his head back. You didn't speak again, afraid you might have hit a soft spot in the man. But you could see the corners of his lips twitch, his roughened fingertips tracing imaginary shapes on your bicep as he gazed up at the ceiling, through the holes in the roof.

"I never paid attention," you continued with little hesitancy. "Of your eyes, I mean. I always thought all Ghouls had fully black eyes."

A grunt in response. You can take that. The silence fell between the both of you once more. With a heavy exhale, he pulled you closer until your body pressed firmly into his side. A subtle gesture. A silent thank you.

Maybe you should pay attention to him more often.

Thank you for reading! Give me a message if you want to request any prompts for our cowboy ghoul here :D

[sandinmybed]

Ohhhhh you don't know that J2 were the first alpha and omega? I'll be honest, it's not much of an infodump, they just are. People were really into knotting fics in J2 livejournal, and then one day in a J2 kink livejournal group someone put out a prompt along the lines of "a world where there are two types of men, alpha males, who can knot people, and bitch males who get knotted and also can get pregnant" and the first omegaverse fic was written in response to that. And also it is so good that honestly, I'm impressed anyone was brave enough to follow it up. Like, I wouldn't have. I would have just gone "damn, that's a cool idea. I wish I'd gotten to that first. No point now, though, when it was already done perfectly the first time." It's got alpha/omega relations as basically a radical feminism allegory, where some people just view knots and anyone with them as inherently evil (much like how TERFs view penises) and it's got really interesting knotting mechanics that like... I get why they didn't get retained to the present because it's too complicated to have lasted, but I think they were really cool. I highly recommend reading it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/719878

omg thank you for the lore dump!!! that's so interesting that someone just made it up and now it's THIS. can you imagine being that person? and if it was a Livejournal kink meme they were probably anonymous too damn. I'll have to check out the original omegaverse fic

[ladiemars]

I love Nor and her giant sad puppy eyes, I would love to know more about her

thank you!! have a hastily drawn nor ft. her giant sad sopping wet puppy eyes:

+ a giant nor lore dump below the cut જ⁀➴

➸ her whole character was inspired by that one textpost that’s like, “characters with both the abject terror and desperation of an animal that knows it is cornered and destined to be eaten. you just can't get that kind of angst out a successful hunter” and this quote by james harriet: “if having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.”

➸ she’s is the product of a union between a drow woman and a deep imaskari man. for those who don’t know, the deep imaskari are a human subrace (from 3e) that have stone-like skin and hair that’s white or black. because that’s nor’s human half, most people assume she’s completely drow upon meeting her, since did not inherit any features from her father that would make her look less like her drow mother.

➸ the deep imaskari live longer than other humans—up to 550 years—so nor ages at a rate more akin to drow and elves than half-elves or humans. nor believes she’s currently around seventy years old, though she could be off by a decade or two. she’s not sure when she was born and has long periods without human contact. she really isn’t sure how much time has passed.

➸ she has no given name, but eventually ended up going by the name ratcatcher, which is what the locals in baldur’s gate called her. halsin is the one who names her nor shortly after they meet, which is the elven word for “passion” and also “run.”

➸ this excerpt from one of my fics sums up her urchin/orphan to urban ranger/beastmaster pipeline pretty well:

➸ around the age of twenty, nor grew to resent humanity so much that she decided to leave baldur’s gate and live in the forest with only animals for company for half a century. (this is when she lost track of time completely.) in the forest, she became an expert in survival, attuning her ears to the slightest twitch in the air, to every noise and smell. she lived in a cave and slept curled up beside velvet on a bed of willow leaves. the events of baldur’s gate 3 is the first time in decades that she’s had social interaction.. and it shows.

➸ she has a little wolfdog companion named velvet. (i’ve drawn him and her and halsin and scratch here). he was another half-breed who didn’t quite being anywhere, so they bonded very deeply. (fun fact: velvet killed the elder brain in my first playthrough as nor. he’s a legend in faerun now.)

➸ laezel is her bestie. they are ride or die. neither of them understand a damn thing about faerun or its inhabitants. but that also means they don’t judge each other for anything, cause they both just kind of assume what the other is doing is normal

➸ a big part of her character is her dynamic with the emperor. she gets manipulated by him so bad because he tells her everything a forgotten, unloved creature wants to hear: i need you, i’ll protect you, you’re not like other people, we’re a team, you can trust me, i want you to join me, you aren’t alone. it’s not until he begins to pressure and compel her to become illithid against her will she starts to fear him and his power over her, and after certain revelations she realizes he was using her and turns on him altogether.

➸ obviously she romances halsin. i love the dynamic of beastmaster/druid. they’re extremely well suited because they’re both such inherently good people and they bond a lot over their love for nature. they are also the only two people who can really understand each other’s animalistic quirks.

i’ve written some fics with her that you can read here if you’re interested. >:3c

[lacyscabinet]

Willow Waly

A/N: okay so I'm not dead (to the people who asked me that in my inbox, I see you) 🙌🏻🤗 but I have no inspiration to write requests, I'm in deep emotional despair and I don't want this blog to slowly die soooooo enjoy this nat x ghost reader fic 🤍 the song I quote in the fic is "Willow Waly" if you don't know the song then you probably haven't seen the hunting of Bly manor (would recommend!!)👀👀👀 written in about 15 minutes while I was bawling my eyes out 🎀

Summary: reader is a ghost that hunts an old mansion in Wiskayok and Nat is dumb enough to break in and face her destiny :) also special thank you to Shauna for being an amazing narrative expedient :))))) (people with cars are cool @pinkmoonzzz)

Special thanks to @jollyreginaldrancher my favorite typo spotter 🤍🤍🤍

WARNINGS: death!, reader is dead, Natalie dies.

Enjoy 🤍🤍

"Isn't it violation of..."

"Shauna" Natalie said with a stone cold gaze, fiddling with the straps of her backpack while sitting in Shauna's passenger seat "That house is empty from like...a decade"

Parking her car at the side of the road, Shauna's head tilted and looked directly at Natalie "Yeah because of that story old people tell kids to scare them away" she chuckled "Scary ghosts"

Natalie's brows furrowed, she didn't know what Shauna was talking about at all "What?" she asked in confusion, causing Shauna to let out a big sigh "Guess I'll have to tell you the whole story then" she spoke with a fake mysterious tone, causing Nat to roll her eyes.

"A family moved there in the 70s, mother, father and daughter, I'm talking about rich ass people that ended up gambling all their money way, and, one night, the daughter was killed, they found out the parents did it, apparently she was dating someone and her parents didn't approve their relationship" she took a deep breath. "The legend says that the girl's ghost is still there attempting to kill everyone who gets inside the house to find herself a new lover" she finished off with a dramatic voice

"Damn" Nat exclaimed "Wiskayok has lore, who would've imagined" she said giggling before going back to her usual cold stare "I'm not scared, and it's a free place for me to stay, my father was a real asshole today" Natalie said as she opened the door and got up from her seat, turning on the torchlight and pointing it in the mansion's direction.

"I told you you could stay at my place" Shauna scoffed.

Natalie just shook her head, it didn't matter how much her friend insisted, she couldn't help but feel like her presence would intrude. So she just plastered a small smile on her lips and a wave of hand before closing the door "Thanks for the ride Shauna"

And now that Shauna was driving away, she was alone.

Walking towards the ruined wooden door, she could hear the porch cracking under her feet, screeching and almost crumbling under her weight.

Once the door was reached, she opened it with ease, multiple years of sneaking into places led her to mastering her bobby pin tecniques.

And the second the door was halfway open, she immediately realized that she was wrong, the house wasn't empty at all, several pieces of furniture and decorations still adorned the inside, covered in dust and cobwebs, carrying signs of the time passing while everything remained still and frozen in time, untouched.

That's when the unsettling feeling kicked in.

Taking a last look outside, she started to think that maybe it wasn't a good idea, but what was left for her outside? a bridge? a street? the trailer?

The allegedly haunted house seemed more welcoming than any of the above.

So she closed the door behind her.

Deciding to explore the remains of the house, she felt like she was transported back in time, the calendar dated back to 1975, and after entering the huge kitchen, she didn't fail to notice the old toaster and other visibly dated furniture.

Until her eyes landed on something. Something she wished she never saw.

"Holy shit" she whispered, looking at the knife holder, noticing one single big kitchen knife missing.

It sent chills down her spine, especially after what Shauna told her, so she backed up and decided to go upstairs and find a place to get some rest, trying to ignore it, it's not real anyways, or at least that's what her mind kept telling her.

Turning around, she noticed a big fancy wooden staircase that headed upstairs, old and dirty blue carpet guiding her way up as she cautiously walked up the stairs, noticing the little intricate details.

And then.

Blood.

Big stains of blood caught her attention as she reached the second floor, her breathing grew heavier as she thought about whatever it could be, some animal hunting a prey and leving traces behind?...in Natalie's mind it made sense. After all it was just a legend. Right?

But as her eyes shifted she started noticing that the blood trailed from the top of the stairs to a closed rusty door.

She was already inside the house, curiosity taking over, the urge to explore was too much, she didn't believe in ghosts anyways, but the thought of exploring a crime scene was thrilling enough to convince her to go further.

So she took a couple of steps foreward and opened the door. Instantly regretting it, eyes meeting an unmade and messy bed on the wall right opposite to her, her eyes immediately landing on the sheets, they were almost completely covered in blood.

Natalie gasped in horror, torch falling on the ground and her trembling hands reaching up to cover her mouth, wide eyes darting away from to obscene sight and a grimaced expression written all over her face.

And then she heard it, a soft mumble, a hum, a weak broken whisper echoing both in the room and in her terrified mind, it took her a while to realize that it came from upstairs.

The attic

She didn't understand why, almost as her feet started moving on their own, she found herself climbing up the tiny ladder at the end of the corridor, pushing open the small door on the ceiling and finally reaching the attic.

Now she could hear it vividly, someone was singing, but even there, she couldn't see who it was, some old boxes blocking her view.

" We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow, but now alone I lie and weep beside the tree..."

The stranger's voice trembling and on the verge of tears, almost sobbing.

"Singing oh willow waly by the tree that weeps with me, singing oh willow waly till my lover return to me..."

Nat's hands trembled, curiosity replaced by fear and fear replaced by terror in a matter of seconds.

"We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow, a broken heart I have, oh willow I die, oh willow I die"

The stranger kept singing. Louder.

Taking a deep breath Natalie quickly got back to the second floor, not even hesitating for a second and immediately sprinting out and running for the door, the creature's chants echoed throughout the whole house, making Nat's head spin as panic filled her whole body, almost making her legs give out as she ran down the stairs.

"Singing oh willow waly by the tree that weeps with me, singing oh willow waly till my lover return to me..."

Finally she could see the door, finally grasping onto some hope, but of course it didn't last long. Because as soon as she tried to open it just like she perviously did to get in, she relized that it wouldn't budge. It was locked.

Curses left her mouth as she kicked and threw fists at the door, her only result a bruise on her knuckles.

Tears of frustration streaming down her face as she started to feel a presence getting closer and closer to her, hunting her down and refusing to let her go.

Then, all of a sudden all the rage, the panic, the desperation and the misery she felt were replaced by a feeling of extreme emptiness and coldness, she felt lighter as if her body was slowly detaching from her soul, even though she swore she didn't take acids that night.

And then she heard it. Closer then before.

"We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow, a broken heart I have, oh willow I die, oh willow I die."

[cdroloisms]

some c!dream fics don't take into account his flaws and make him like a little bit out of characther bc while he was traumatized by the prison and it affected his way of thought in much aspects he was still able to bit your hand if you looked him bad and got more focused on his revenge and after his plan. He's a more morally grey characther and sometimes people who try too hard not fell into the c!inniter caricature ended up making him unable to literally even hold a sword when that isn't true either

"revenge" lol

to be fair, c!dream was deeply affected by the prison and absolutely got nerfed like hell fighting wise. the difference between his fight with clingy before and after the prison is insane--not to mention how scrapped lore had him so damn triggered by the sight of the cell replica that c!quackity and c!sam could get him down pretty much without a fight. las nevadas five has him running away from the fight at the first main sign of danger (and then successfully being followed by c!tommy without noticing) and the scene with c!sapnap and c!george with aimsey had him barely fighting back at all, cowering behind his shield against a wall, and running away and using arrows of harming to get himself distance. like, sure, he can definitely still fight, but he was absolutely played as losing a lot of his fighting ability (c!dream's fighting style is nothing like cc!dream's--it was absolutely a deliberate character choice to have him act like this)

all that being said, i get what u mean--ooc c!dream is everywhere in every flavor. i definitely like c!dream written with a little bit of bite, especially when he's on the back foot, as you said. c!dream's declarations of revenge (as is especially evident in LN5 and daedalus, boy what the fuck is torturing a country supposed to mean IT'S A COUNTRY) are also very evidently ... often defensive in nature? c!dream bites and shows his teeth as a back off back off dont fucking touch me don't try to fuck with me gesture because he's scared moreso than angry, tbh, and i think playing with aggression due to fear is something fun to do with c!dream in fic in general bc of the ways that aggression can be perceived and then responded to

a lot of what i like about post-prison c!dream is that ... despite an alleged focus on revenge (which took him months. and fucked him over, with scrapped lore, and was badly executed both times with quackity and put him in a lot of danger and involved a hell of a lot more trying to get through to sam than actual revenge in daedalus) and The Plan (which involved ... killing people? and then he repeatedly. does not kill people?) is that he does feel quite directionless. he's still in the prison, still caught in that limbo. he's doing research (i guess) and he's letting the prison (his home base) rot around him. he's staying there and barely leaving for weeks at a time. all while he's focused on the plan, guys, #trust, he's fine, he's still moving forward moving on ... just. Just.

[brineoffire]

Uuuuuuh hi, hi howdy! I've been super possessed by the need to see more male centered fics with the poly!141 soooo here's a bit. I honestly haven't played the games, but I've been looking into the lore because I'm so hyper fixed on the 141 rn. Bare with me, I haven't posted fics here before and definitely never written army anything. Please please please lemme know if you like it even a lil and I'll type up some more.

Fic notes!

So I saw someone talking about a reader who's in it for the money and I liked that idea- tweaked it a little but the basic jist? Mc loves vidio games so much they went to school for it, can't pay, joins the military to pay it all off. I'm writing this chapter ambiguous on gender so far, but I'm writing with a trans!masc reader here because fuck. I can't find much so better make it myself.

-Edit I forgot to put the title here rip

The Right Price

You can't help but stop to think about how you needed to stop biting off more then you can chew. It's been a few months since your recruiter told you all about the joys, wonder, and honor that comes with serving. You where in the second she told you about the pay. Too many student loans, too much microwave ramen, the list went on, but fuck it yeah? You where the one that said that in the first place when you signed up for your courses. The basics, programming, coding, digital design a bit of physiology because of personal interest. You where over the top when it came to studies. Didn't bother you none when you couldn't have a social life. If you weren't busy studying you where quite literally inhaling any game you could get your hands on. But now when you had to fork over the bill money? You started singing another tune.

So here you are. On the training grounds with the rest of the folks recruited at the same time as you.Your sargent was barking out orders for you all to start your runs one by one, but some smart ass was holding up the line. You actually agreed with half the shit he barked back at the your troop leader, but damn it, you didn't want the consequences.

"That's it! You wanna run your mouth? You can all run double to catch up with Marco's mouth! Now!" He yelled white fisted. The remaining lot of your groan and grumble, starting the run together now at double time to hopefully finish before lunch call. Seven miles was what you had all gotten used to. Seven miles of uneven terrain, hurdles and dives, inclines and ramps now lengthened to fourteen.

"Oh fuck off Marco!" One of the recruit remarks, smacking said recuit behind the head before taking off on a spint. Several others join in on mocking the guy before bolting trying to get it over with. You shake your head as you catch up to him and clap him on the shoulder.

"They'll chill out later man just gotta grit and bare it more y'know?" Marco yanks was shoulder away from you, giving you a nasty glare before taking off too. You raise your brow at that, curious to what set him off before shrugging, taking the course at your normal pace with a hand full of the others. Better late then fatiged. The little spat dosn't bother you anyway. You'll all be split into your first teams in less then a week. You doubt he'd even be grouped with you anyways.

Oh how wrong you where. How very. Very. Wrong. It was actually laughable at this point, because you where either grouped together because your Sargent knew you got under Marco's skin for some reason or because fate wanted to see the drama unfold. You took that as a personal challenge either way. Snapping back snarky retorts anytime Marco decided to fuck around, until one day he had you cornered with a handful of others, in your face yelling about how "your kind" didn't belong in the military let alone the states. You let him finish his rant. Something, something, something, God damned, something, something, blight all the good christians, something, something, belong in the kitchen like a proper bitch.

Oh. Okay. There it was. You laugh in your head. No. Outloud. You flip the positions, getting uncomfortably close to the fuckers so they back off some and spout of some tibits you learned in your phycology classes about the brain being easy to manipulate. Quiet anger radiating from your low tone, keeping it quiet to force them to listen harder. You throw in some extra bs about how you could probably "turn" the lot of them given enough time. That them speaking more shit would be an agreement for him to test his theory. They back off after that, but report you all at once for "harassment". There being no evidence for anything you're transfered to one of the other split groups. Half made up of people you didn't enlist with. Mabey this crop would yeild better results yeah?

Nah. You jinxed it. You know you did. Oh well. This time it's just one guy though. And all it takes is a bit of reverse phycology to have the guy questioning his own damn identity so bad he's sent to the on duty therapist. You're transfered out this time by a different woman. Laswell. She heard out your full story of your transfers and unlike your last transfer she gave you a garentee that she'd make sure to find a good fit for you. You shrug and thank her. No matter what you had to tough it out anyways, you needed that pay check after all. Had no where else to go.

It goes sour when you head with her to a base near Wales. You where supposed to go talk to her about setting up here overseas for a while. Something about spreading out more newbies anyways. You really don't understand half of it so you just agree and you're off to training on this base. As long as you're here you're expected to keep up with basics and the routine set by the Sargents and that's fine by you, whatever to pass the time at this point. They run a drill with half the team ment to run a faux attack on half the base and the rest made to counter. You're getting prepared to counter the fake attack when alarm bells are ringing. That's definitely a little over the top. Usually they just yell over the loudspeakers and... You kinda blink a few times before you realize your group of rookies is being pressed to the armory. It's not a fucking drill at this point. This is NOT what you came here for but, oh fuck here you go! You've played too many games for sure. Mabey it's time to cut back. Because you're immediately focused. Immediately setting up the scene in your head to get you in a headspace where it's all a game. It helps you focus and damn you really need help with that right now.

There's active rounds being fired a ways away from the base as you all are suited with gear and munitions. You've trained for this but damn if you ever thought you'd ACTUALLY use any of that shit. You always imagined it was for show, like how you never use any of the fucking math they taught you anywhere.

You're moving on a sort of autopilot, moving out to a defensive manuver outside, staying under cover like you're told until your unit arrives halfway out, between the fighting and the base. It's impossible to see much past a thick smoke blanketing half the scene but you all move out, groups of three fanning out for any injuries and more importantly, any hostiles. You and your group are about to get to your second vantage point when you catch something they don't, you call out a group of several hostiles over what looks like a member of the base before realizing there's radio static.

Fuck it. Risking your life might score you some bonus merit, some extra cash somewhere along the line, you don't know. You're just trying to rationalize why the hell you bolt for the man, keeping low, keeping quiet until your almost upon them all. You get close enough to make out the British insignia on the man's arm. You've definitely seen him on the base before, and now here he is, no weapon in sight, surrounded by four hostiles. You slow your approach and aim carefully, making sure to get the kill shot on one of them, the spray of bullets catching another in the arm gives you enough time to aim for one of the other ones. You've definitely played too many vidio games but you're damn sure that's what kept you from being shot on your first unofficial day of active duty. You roll. Fucking barrel roll on the ground, with enough force to get you away from the spray of bullets from the last uninjured hostile as you stop yourself and make the shot on him. Dumb luck is what you chalk it up to as the fourth guy falls, letting you finish off the second man as he scrambles to retrieve his weapon.

"Up! Up! UP!" You yell to the man on the ground. You don't notice the look of utter confusion from the guy as you rush to help him to his feet. You've gotta get him back to base or at least the rest of the team and out of harms way. So you sprint as fast as you can as soon as the man's up, keeping to your side as you keep an eye out for anyone else hostile or otherwise. You try your radio again, but nothing you backtrack enough to find the spot you last saw your little team and find them under fire, one covering a wound on the others arm, panicking. You're quick to take over, playing out the scene in the same mind set you started out with. Mission in mind. Quest line to follow. You snap the other guy out of it enough to instruct him on how to stop the bleeding properly and grab the injured mans weapon from him, shoving it into the man's hands and directing him to cover you. Again, your oblivious to the look of pure confusion from the man and your uninjured teammate as you work to bandage up your fellow recruit.

You all make it out in one peice, the base being cleared of the small force that attempted to overtake the base. What you don't learn, and no one bothers to tell you. Is that the man you "saved", Captain John Price, has been talking with Laswell. Not so much talking with her as TO her. Your in it for money? Perfect you'd definitely agree to join the 141 with the pay difference.

"John you can't fucking do that. This kid is green. Way too fucking green! They weren't even supposed to be pulled into active duty! They should have been benched with the newer recuits, not out with their seniors!"

Price laughs and shakes his head. "No. This one's got potential and I wana see how far it'll take em." He was impressed by how some rookie was able to show enough guts to help him when the odds looked bad. He had everything under control, but damn if your actions weren't something interesting. Rolling out of line of fire and still keeping a steady aim? That's quite the task, he boasts for you. Hell, you didn't even think twice about Price's rank or authority, your focused was on recovery and living while taking out the hostiles. As much as Laswell regrets to say there's not much reason to deny Price. His eye for talent really was spot on. What could go wrong in all actuality? She trusted Price, and hasn't let her down yet.

"Fine. But I'm keeping a close eye on this set up."

Price grins as he looks down at your small folder, thanking her and flipping through the pages again. Tomorrow you'd be flying out with him to your new base. Joining the 141 as a tech specialist.

[shiny-jr]

hiiii!! I recently got into quotev to read your most recent release, "how to steal a heart," and was curious if u have any recs for other yandere quotev fics? :o or just any quotev fics in general!! ^_^

feel free to disregard this question tho if u don't have any recs or simply don't want to answer!

Thank you, anon! I'm glad people seem to be liking that story so far. I'm hoping that I can find the time to write for it soon. Hopefully. Anyways, as for recommendations. That's a difficult request for me to answer for two reasons. One: I rarely have the time to read, and when I do read these days its physical books. And two: I'm terribly picky so if I don't like something about a fic its automatically out.

But, I managed to fish out a couple of things from my library that I finished reading ages ago. However, keep in mind, I meant what I said when I say that it has been a long time since I read these fics. So they may not be as good as I remember, or I may get some things wrong. Keep that in mind. Also, these are all yandere x reader stories.

Infectious Intent by Darkened Warrior. I remember when I first discovered this story, I stayed up reading it. I stayed up late, and legit got kinda scared because imagining certain scenes in this story and reading the details gave me the chills and was just not a good idea to read it while it was pitch black and the dead of night. Even the ending got me.

the martyrdom of a final girl by MAI. This is one of the more recent stories I've put in my library, and by recent I mean it's probably been there for almost a year now. I haven't caught up with the updates, but I remember the story really gave kinda protagonist and friend group in the 80's-90's sort of horror vibe to it. Although I don't remember if it got to the yandere yet. It really hooks you in with action that starts fairly quickly which I very much value when starting a new story.

Humorously Inconvenient Tragedies by riz. In all stories, I very much value action. If there's not action in the first few chapters, I usually toss the story out. However, this story managed to be the sole exception to that. I think it's the written tension that managed to keep me hooked. Like the questions of why and how, along with the tension between characters that keep me intrigued.

Bonus: Shameless plug for How To Steal A Heart because damn it if people won't write Latino yanderes then I gotta do it myself. Also because its a vital part in the whole oc lore I have which has been obscure up until very recently.

[r0t-t1ngxeyy]

Tw: Loli/shotacon, proship, Levi x Luke, Dark romance/abuse/kidnapping, NSFW!!! and

the Lollipop joke..

Im not letting anyone in this fandom forget those two obey me fanfics on ao3 from like 2?? Years ago. Please tell me I'm not the only one who remembers them?? It was such a big thing for the fandom, Im so glad I read them before they got deleted because the memory is soo FUNNY HELP ?? I need opinions on these two fics, if anyone actually remembers them:(

Dia x Luci : The Red Means I love you

ABSOLUTELY TRAUMATIZING SHIT BRO WHAT IN THE DARK ROMANCE?? wouldn't even call that romance it was such a hard read. Stumbling across videos of it made on tiktok was probably the worst event that I experienced 👽 ON MY MOTHER THE SCENES WERE SO UNNECESSARY (but the adrenaline rush was pretty good ngl)

I read through that with my heart dropping with each new chapter bro?? I couldn't even read through the entire story. I'm pretty sure it's deleted now cus I've been searching for it to make a whole OM fandom lore post but heyy

To sum it up for the people who were fortunate enough to not read it;

Diavolo kidnaps Lucifer, and keeps him in some cage/almost prison cell area. I think he's chained up to the ceiling, I'm not so sure. It starts off with Dia being nice I think, trying to gain Lucifers trust and eventually have him submit but that shit doesn't work and all of hell releases. Lucifer endures some physical and sexual abuse and attempts to escape. But before he successfully escapes,he bumps into Barbatos who offers to help him

He does not help him. Infact, he locks him back up and informs Diavolo.

What the fuck

The most notable things I believe Dia did was clip lucifer's wings?? And pulled out his teeth (i think Barbatos actually did that I'm not so sure). But I can't really explain how gruesome and detailed the writing was. What's worse is that it also included how the brothers were reacting to Lucifer just disappearing. Very interesting fic, story wise it was fine and well written. It's just the plot in general was what the actual fuck??

LEVI X LUKE : i forgor the title and I'm very relieved that I did

VERY UNCOMFORTABLE READ BTW!! i hated summing this up so much

An absolute wreck, these fanfics were so well written I can't even hate the authors for what they did (the Dia x Luci one didn't deserve any hate imo, but this one?? Holy fucking shit??) This fic was so out of pocket, it ruined the way I saw Levi for a good while.

P.s!! Not the same author!!

WHAT I RECALL!!! aka summary?? Kinda...

So I think Simeon called Levi to look after Luke? Which is really fucking weird because Luke is an angel, sure he's depicted as a kid but if Micheal chose him to follow Simeon down to the Devildom for the exchange program then I'm pretty damn sure he can at least take care of himself without adult Supervision, but whatever. Nice plot, I hate it

Levi was totally against the babysitting thing and actually disliked having to look after Luke

Until

At some point, Luke wants to take a bath and Levi's like suree okay.

THEN ACCOMPANIES HIM TO GIVE HIM THE SAID BATH??? Obviously that's where this all downplays from what could've potentially been a found family fic to some proship shotacon fic. Levi gives him the bath and Luke gets

turned on... (I hate typing this out so much)

So, Levi gives him head. I fucking hate this with burning passion :(((

His mouth 'pops' when he stops which reminds him of a Lollipop!! And I quote this from memory:

Kinda like a Lollipop. Heh.. Loli.

I hate this fanfic so much, I don't claim it in this fandom,its a fic not a fanfic👽👽👽

And yeah, the rest of the story went on with Levi doing that bullshit!!! I don't think I read through the entire thing because curious kills the cat. I just saw some tiktok post about it and decided hey!! Im gonna look for it and read it.

I would've been fine without reading this fic, ever, i would've turned out the same as I am today LMAOO

[ping-ski]

Hewwo!!! :3 I hope you are having an amazing day, here is a whole plate of cupcakes! Would it be possible for you to share a few lore details about your Eclipsed By You AU story? I keep looking at the designs and I am so curious about what will be happening, I would wish to nibble on tiny lore crumbs, pretty please?

ama!! hihi! ! i meant to answer your ask much sooner! anyways, since you asked so nicely (and because i am pathetically weak to any sweets </3) prepare for some SERIOUS yappage under that cut

✦ AuDHD demands that I explain EBY origins before any details but you can totally skip this if you want! (Scroll till you see blue text! :3) So... Eclipsed By You was intended to be au/fic just for myself after work when I first got into DCA. I literally was pantsing a self-insert fic from just gameplay, voicelines, and a collection of scenarios I wrote in my notes app before I actually interacted with the DCA fandom lol. I was already in the process of writing it to be a proper fic and planned to make an AO3 acc to post it! I took some time away from it tho cause I got busy irl. During my break I did start to interact more the fandom! The first proper DCA fic I read was 'Solar Lunacy' by BamSara a few months back as a recommendation from a mutual I had from another fandom. I had told them about my fic idea and they suggested I read the fic as my fic had reminded them of SL. After reading through, I was kind of bummed initially because I really didn't think I had anything unique to offer with my own fic that I was hoping to share. I stopped writing it cause damn comparison truly is the thief of joy. SL and EBY had similar ideas going on and I just didn't feel like it was worth posting my fic cause it didn't feel "special" to me anymore. It was easy to give up since writing is really not my strong suit at all, so then I fell back to just drawing! I only came back to it despite the 19 other DCA aus I have lined up rn cause honestly I remembered that wrote it for my own enjoyment! Why did that have to change? Albeit, I did scrap lots of what I initially wrote and started fresh cause my interpretation of DCA changed. Regardless, EBY was always going to be a self-indulgent DCA/Reader fic taking place at the Pizza Plex. Sure not anything original, but that's just a fact of being a creative in general tbh. I felt silly when I realized that haha. I'm having fun and they make me smile, so who cares if its been done before lol. I still enjoy Solar Lunacy and still am a fan of BamSara! (the cotl content has been fueling me lmao)

✦ Some bits on Eclipsed By You- The main part of your ask lol! ✿ On the au/fic name: I actually stole it from another au (of the many) I have. No particular reason for it! I was writing EBY and that au around the same time and alternated working on the two throughout the day. That au is now nameless (actually it's nicknamed "Messiah" as I type) cause EBY grew onto me for what it is now! ✿ On DCA's designs: This might be kind of disappointing lol but- there isn't much of a lore/plot reason for their designs? They just look that way cause... why not :3 It's also part of just how I interpret DCA into my artstyle. Otherwise, they can be interpreted as the canon designs early on! Atleast until some future upgrades! ✿ When in SB are we? Everywhere /hj. EBY will have some pre-virus and post-virus stuff just for funsies! I'm dying to yap but if I say anymore I will get carried away 100%. ✿ On EBY!Eclipse: For this au, Eclipse is his own "person" you could say. With his own AI and personality chip to pair! Carefully built to be a dedicated host and theater bot. He is, including Sun and Moon, the entertainment <3. They are a singular animatronic in this fic! (like those 3 in 1 soaps except it's DCA /j) ✿ On EBY!Y/N: (EBY is a reader-insert, but intended to be written as gender neutral and an adult.) Y/N gets their own bit of lore and issues that may or may not be the stress/frustration from my 2 irl jobs thinly veiled lmao. They work part-time at the Plex as a general theater staff member! Each week, their tasks rotating between concessions, being an usher, and working along side the theater bots! (Kind of like a theater tech.) This is a part-time job just to keep them afloat while they work on their last bit of certifications and training to be a caretaker! They are pretty passionate about helping those in need. A sweetheart honestly. Though, if you don't like kids, maybe look away. Wholesome moments with the littles and DCA + Y/N is pretty decent with kids themselves. (Lots of projection from my own experiences working with children and elderly, as a caregiver turned caretaker. I kind of want to highlight some of my experiences with Y/N.) ✿ On EBY!Sun and Moon: These two are goofballs alongside Eclipse through and through. They all get to be sweet, soft, and doting I promise. Originally, before scrapping a good chunk of the og writing, EBY had a beloved sweetheart anxous Sun and aggressive Moon who was kind of an asshole(Before the rewrite, EBY felt so different. Like everyone was just tolerating eachother and fragments being held together with glitter glue n' dreams. I am very very glad it's different now lol.) Eclipse stayed fairly consistent though. Sweet house husband that he is. Now, Sun is just as unhinged as Moon (making him just as much as a threat!), but we will persevere with the power of friendship <3 We're gonna have some aloof Sun moments. He takes his job pretty seriously! Some goofy Moon bits who's giggles are light and airy. He is very unserious I fear. They're both trying their best, in their own ways. There's not much I can say rn without spoiling haha. It's hard to stay vague hrm. Or atleast I can't think of anything specific to add right now. (I may be able to answer some specific questions if you have any, my brain is just foggy rn) ✿ I'm simplifying it down to your "typical pizza plex fic" with pre-virus and post-fire shenanigans. I'm sorry if none of that is telling I can't think of anything specific cause I'm pretty sleepy rn so maybe it's a little boring sounding but I love it anyways haha Expect some canon-typical violence and non-sexual intimacy! I have intentions on writing the relationship between Y/N and DCA ambiguous so it can be seen as queerplatonic or romantic. (But this could very easily changed, I'm a shameless robokisser sigh.)

[hijinks-n-lowjinks]

HEYYYY!!

for the fic writer game: how about 🦋 📗🧪📚🎯🔮andddd 🎨

thank you!

Hi lucky!!!!! Thank you for all the questions, they’re keeping me company at work 💛

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

For jjk it’s easily Megumi. He’s my favorite character so maybe I’m a little biased, but he also has some of the most complex thought processes and personality traits that I love dipping into. I also loved writing Oikawa for my Haikyuu fic, he’s just like me so it was easy to get into his mind lol. It’s also very easy to project onto him.

📗 Do you want to write something outside of fan fiction? If so, what about?

I actually have a 3-4 fantasy book series that I want to write. I have the entirety of the first book outlined and plotted out, but now I actually need to sit down and write the damn thing which I’m hoping to use nanowrimo to do. I have about 45k words written for it but I want to finish it!!!!!! A major theme I’m working with is using some lore as a metaphor for growing up closeted in a homophobic and religious household/society. Very queer, very angsty, very emotional for me.

🧪 Do you research for your fics?

100%. I research even the most minimal thing because I fear being inaccurate lol. I’m doing a lot of treesearch (slang I’ve adopted from cringefail moots) for my vamp au. I need to be aware of how guns really work and the care that goes into keeping them useable, as well as info on shogunates.

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

Oh, dozens! I’m just going to tag all my mutuals so this ask isn’t thousands of years long lol. There’s something for everyone!: @kattythingz (who also happens to be my wonderful beta reader) @philosophiums @lyrebirdswrites @spacejammie-eimmajecaps @alonelystargazer @booksandpaperss @sunnyyflowerrs @uriekukistan @kat-likes-writing @kentuckyfriedmegumi @earthtodora @yearnwormwrites

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

Nothing specific. I just tend to accept whatever writing comes out lol, but I do try to have a goal of at least 5-6k per chapter that I post but that’s about it.

🔮 An advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

You tell me man. I’m struggling rn trying to finish up college au before november because I want to write more of my vamp au, but I need to have this story concluded. It’s given me so much, I want to give it a wonderful and purposeful send off.

But for burnout I say take long breaks. You’ll feel guilty, but take that break. You don’t force a car to keep running after a tire has blown out, you let it sit until you change the tire. For me, writer’s block usually occurs when something isn’t right with the content: either a plotline, a scene, dialogue, or just direction I’m in heading in being wrong. I’ll change up what I originally had going and that almost always fixes it.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your fic what fic or scene would you hope to see?

I’ve been blessed enough to have several wonderful pieces of art drawn for my work, here and here. They made my entire life seeing that someone loved what I created enough to create something new in return 💛💛💛💛💛

I’m not picky at all lol. Whatever scene speaks to them and inspires them to write is what I want to see, I love seeing what scenes and fics have affected others!!!!

[piplup335]

HEYA, F E L L A S

I’m considering writing for more Roblox games! I have some games in mind rn, but I’m a bit hesitant to write for some ;-; so I got a list and would like to hear you guys’ opinions!

Green: excited to start writing for! (or mostly +ve lmao)

Red: hesitant about it… (or mostly -ve lmao)

games I’m thinking about under cut!

(additionally if y’all wanna suggest games go ahead lmaoaoao)

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Murder Party:

I hardly ever see fics about this one…and for good reason since it’s a game that’s essentially been abandoned by the devs and lore is unlikely to come out any time soon ;-; but I’ve actually written some fics about this before, and you’d know if you’re in the game’s Discord server! (PlayMake)

However, I don’t know the demand for fics about this game and idw to waste my time on stuff no one’s gonna read, so I haven’t added this to the list just yet ;-;

Doomspire Defense:

For starters, this is partially based on this screenshot:

…yeaaaaah, you see where I’m going with this.

I don’t think there’s any fanfics on this game yet? soooooo it’s one of two things: fics aren’t in demand, or there’s no one to feed the simps. Especially Doombringer, since apparently that guy has a ton of simps…

I’d probably need some knowledge from The Battle Bricks, because that’s where the guy came from…? I think?

I know of some people who would also simp for Survivalist, but it’s just those few I know of, and the wiki says ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about any of the towers’/enemies’ personalities since, you know- it’s a tower defense game…but this game is smth I’d definitely write for, given the chance!

Regretevator:

Too. Much. Lore.

Let’s see..who hates who…who canonically has what mental health condition (this one is hearsay)…who divorced who, who has pronouns I didn’t even know existed, FUUUUUU-

Yeah…you get the point.

Although the fics are in demand, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna get cancelled sooner or later for getting someone’s pronouns wrong. Or for overlooking a mental health condition.

I once saw someone say “people only like regretevator NPCs for who they are, but they overlook the mental health conditions!!!” and I was like wait they have mental health conditions? I’m so confused????

So like- how the heck am I gonna memorise EVERY DAMN DETAIL-

Essentially, if I write this I’ll feed more people, but put myself at a greater risk of getting cancelled…because knowing me, if I make a mistake, I’ll forget about it and make it again…then get accused of disregarding advice.

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yep, that’s it! lemme know what yall think :D

[mysadblacksoul]

Let's talk about Clancy, eh? (plus the livestream)

So I'm watching the livestream (the vod) and I decided to share my opinions about each songs!

without the first 4 singles

But tbh I think I'm an Overcompensate girly, that before hearing the rest of this album this is my top 1

With Backslide as a close second

Wait why should I increase my volume

Oh that's why

It was a trap

Okay Midwest Indigo, let's go I'm so ready

What an outfit Mr Joseph

Omg it's so bouncy

JIM

JENNA

I love the shouty lyrics

This MV is so goofy what the hell

Okay so it's so happy, so funky I love it!

The drums make want to do a lil dance

Hope the next one won't be sad

Yes Tyler, this song will go so hard live, I agree

And yes, put Josh on the mic!

Routines In The Night everybody

Oh so it's the rap one?

It's much less bouncy, but I can still tap my leg to it so I'm fine

You think that this is like the sister song to Ode To Sleep?

The chorous is so catchy what the hell

Yes! Give me those adlibs!

The dances, the visuals, the face card that never declines

What is he eating for Lord's sake

I can't pay attention to the songs when every time one ends those fools pop up on my screen again lol

"not every video is gonna be lore based" my ass

Wait so Routines is not lore oriented? But I see so many references :((((((

Vingette!

So it's a crowd's favourite? Aight

Oh it sound so nostalgic

More rap? okay, okay

Omg the vocals????

It's so different, like I can't predict where are we going with the beat

The bridge is so out of place but so in place???

What is going on

No but I see why they like it, for sure

God I love all the Joshes in the MVs

So Jenna's version will have another MV?

Sounds fun!

Oh it's soft version

So this is a fanmade mv for Jenna, how cute

No for real it is emotional, but in the best way possible

This version is filled with so much love, I can't even explain

The flashbacks to the young dudes? I might cry too

Yeah I se the vision. Like The Craving does feel more "right" played on the ukulele. It gives it much more emotion!

Now you just bully him lol. Tyler has two hands to hold two ukuleles, this is lore guys

Lavish whoo!

Before we start why the hell is the title of this song the only one written in different font in the lyric sheet in the CD, huh?

O damn man in black, get it I guess

The vocals are so dreamy, so different

Another leg mover

Why all of this songs are so catchy are you putting crack in it or what

It's also very chill so far

I also really like the use of the strings, it makes the song more full!

It kind of sounds like a movie soundtrack? Or is it just the MV that makes it feel this way

The silliest MV so far lmao

And seeing the amount of work that went into it makes it even better

And now Navigating!

I have to stop myself from looking for lore

I'm 3 seconds in, why it already sounds like a bop

This might be my new favourite song from this album

The electric guitar? With the synth? 11/10

The chorous is so amazing, simply

Will the bridge be sad or will he scream

Oh come through with this bass

JOSH ISN'T REAL THEORY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE WE IN THE FOREST FIC

Where did he go irl lmao

No for real it might be my favourite now, sorry Overcompensate

The Bandito one is the real one, write that down

NO I THINK I JUST GOT IT, THE WHOLE LORE MAKES SO MUCH SENSE NOW

What the hell Tyler, we have such a different taste then

Snap Back let's go!

What is going on

I'm like a second in

Oh no, it's broken

Instead of Snap Back premiere we have the premiere of Next Semester (ukulele version)

I'm not mad at all

Okay, let's go for real this time

Oh it's so dreamy

So this is the MV with head shaving lmao

BACKSLIDE, I heard that everyone

The drums are really shining on that song

And I love the contrast between low tone verses and more melodic, high alibs in chorous

The bridge seems sad I fear

Or are we picking up the tempo?

Nah we are putting more adlibs now!

Even better

Oldies station better be nostalgic

And quick question before we start, what the hell did you do to Josh?

Is this ballad?

Soft, fun and with funky vocals!

The lyrics are so beautiful, god

Omg Josh lmao

What a contrast to the song lol

Oh we are switching

I don't know how to justify it, but it feels like such a twenty one pilots song

Like it just makes sense for them to make it

I really like it

Honestly At The Risk Of Feeling Dumb sounds silly from the start

So is the MV

I really like the rollercoaster of the vocals. They are kind of all over the place, but still makes a lot of sense

It's the beat drop on the "drop"

Oh rap some more sure!

Why does he want to fight in every MV

Very fun, very chill and then you have the post chorous that are hard hitting

Love the contrast

Am I crazy or did they use kalimba in the end? I might be wrong tho

That's so sad that we are already finishing

One last track

Paladin Strait whoo!

I'm afraid that this one will be the sad one

The tears producer

The heart clencher

The ukulele strikes back

Love those low vocals

It's a song to sway this time

The drums strikes back

I don't know why it kind of sounds like the end of the western movie. Like after the good ending the cowboy is walking towards the sun, you see my vision?

This song is full of hope, so amazing

God the lyrics sounds like Clancy is finaly free

I might cry

It sounds like good ending to the trilogy

So it feels like a scam

It's too good to be true

But I don't know, maybe after all the ending of this story is good for all of us

What, is the silence in the official audio or is it just the end of the livestream

NO WAIT THERE IS MORE

no

wait guys no

FPE?????

WHO THE HELL

IS IT BLURRY

WHAT THE HELL

Now I need the MV to see what the hell is going on

The End

Nah, I'm not leaving you like this

I still think that Navigating is my fav from the new songs

But I'm gonna go listen to the album some more and then decide for sure

It's a good mix of everything, very twenty one pilots style

I just wished for more rage and screaming, but we need to be calm sometimes, I get it

There isn't a song that I don't like, that's for sure

So yeah! This are my feelings, thoughts (and prayers)

Give me your favourite song in the comments!

[01zfan]

what is your favorite fic you’ve ever written actually like i could note multiple that i liked but i’m curious what is your personal favorite that has you so hooked??

i have thought extensively about this question. partially because i love a majority of my fics dearly. i love all 66 (jesus christ) of my published children and the 4 finished ones that are currently in my belly (drafts). since i have so many i just absolutely have to do my favorite for each member.

(very extensive list below)

for shotaro it will forever be CONTACT. i really really really loved the dynamic of their relationship because it’s something very…personal to me…almost like i’ve lived it or something…haha...but i just loved the buildup and i feel like i wrote shotaro really well just because to me he is SO the ex that comes to your rescue as a friend when you call for him. and the sex part was so much fun to write. the tension…the is this okays…the angst of it all i want it injected into my veins.

my favorite eunseok fic is miss you more, i really think this is a common consensus among the people though. everytime i go back to it im like DAMN i wrote this? the tension…what’s left unsaid…the dirty talk…the fact that they’re absolute messes together but they can’t live without eachother (for reasons other than their daughter of course) but the lore i have for them in my head makes me extra insane in my head. because everyone loves miss you more i have to say another fave eunseok fic i’ve written is wusyaname i think this one is SO underappreciated. i want to go back and rewrite it eventually because the world i imagine around that fic is more beautiful than i was able to describe at the time.

my favorite sungchan fic ive ever written has gotttt to be hmmm probably trigger finger? once again i really like how i wrote him i feel like its SOOOOO HIM. i wrote it while i was ovulating i think LMFAO. but yeah just the thought of sungchan carrying you away at a party cuz you’re acting out of character…getting him all angry just to try and get him to act unsavory…but honestly i really love all my sungchan fics i love suburbia and baby sugar daddy and THIRD…i love third alot she’s like my first born daughter seriously.

for wonbin and im not even joking i love all of my works for him so much. like genuinely tho i love writing for him so much im just not very good at it…i always end up writing in a different style for him so i always associate him with challenge and growing as a writer. i will say rotten valentine is till soooo different from all my other fics so it was a really nice challenge writing that one…i still go back and reread savior every now and then too…

sohee…i really like the fic i have in my drafts for him. but my favorite fic, possibly my favorite fic i’ve EVER written is dragon teeth. i believe it’s one of my best written fics ever and i think it's so good personally. i know it's quite sad BUTTTTT it's beautiful and i don't know it was fun to write the conflicting emotions.

for anton hmmm this is kinda hard. i'm pretty indifferent about the fics i've written for him honestly sjdfksjdfjd. i really liked writing understanding my faith even though i wasn't as good at writing then as i was now. i just liked the biblical themes of it all. i liked writing hellp anton too.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Hey, Michelle! I'm a night owl, which is why I'm still up at 1 a.m. 🦉

I have a question for you, and it may be a tough one considering how many awesome stories you've written, but...

Which story are you most proud of? If it's easier, one series, one one-shot. 😆💕

I'm a night owl too! Which is why it's so unfortunate I have to start my workday at 7am 😂

Stories I'm most proud of, hm? Well that is definitely not the easiest question, especially considering the volume of them! So I'm going to cheat juuuuust a little bit and keep the list to under 10 (you may want coffee, wine and/or snacks cause this turned into a novel):

The Daughter!Reader Fic With More Timestamps Than Parts (😂)

Probably the one series I'm most proud of because of the impact it's had on my readers is A Place to Call Home (or APTCH as it's been affectionately dubbed around here). And it's a funny little story to me to have that special designation because it really shouldn't be so popular. It's a Jensen x foster daughter!reader story which is so niche in the first place. I don't really read daughter!reader stories myself so I really have no idea why I wanted to write this one. I held onto it for almost a year after it was written because I thought I'd get such a negative reaction to it for being weird, disrespectful, you name it. Yet, it's turned into this never-ending saga that I get told over and over is one thing: comforting. It's such a simple story, a girl who needs a family but has been so hurt she's given up on the idea of one and a man who will do whatever it takes to show her she's worthy of love. And it's that story over time from a scared 17 year old high school kid to a young woman falling in love, figuring out her own career, navigating her own family, her own adulthood and how overtime that relationship with Jensen grows and changes as it does for all of us with parents as we grow up. Having people who were actually in foster care/were adopted/are foster/adoptive parents themselves reach out and say it captures a lot of those real life feelings and desires is still probably the best compliment I've ever gotten. For every situation there is, good or bad, I've been told it's a pick me up by so many and for that I will always be proud of this one.

The Canon-esque, "Hey this is like a post-show movie"

Staying in canon is fun. Staying in canon at a point beyond the show? That's even more fun for me. Beautiful Loser was really my first crack at, "hey what could a post series finale pickup look like?" Bring in some kids, bring in good ole fashioned hunter paranoia, bring in a creepy little kid...this one felt like writing an episode of SPN and I'm SOOO happy with how it turned out! The lore, the ups and downs, damn it still gets me.

The Arranged Marriage Political Thriller

I mean, Unconventional originally was supposed to be a fun little ABO quirky arranged marriage story and then...then it became "this idea of being lesser is the shit women have to deal with even in the real world". I didn't intend to write that story but it ended up going there and I'm incredibly proud of the message it puts out there that change is hard, change requires sacrifice sometimes, but not everyone is bad and if you fight for it, sometimes you can make a real difference.

The Fast Paced Detective Story

39 Hours was the first story I ever wrote based on the aesthetic and one of the first cop!Dean stories I did. I wrote it like a good thriller mystery. The clock is ticking down faster and faster. The protector is a grump with maybe a soft side? The victim isn't weak and some threat is looming in the air. This was such a departure for me to write a long condensed story like this too but it broke open that avenue for me and I still consider this one of my favorite stories I've done.

The Body Issues One

It's such a trope of women having body issues but what about if the guy had them too? Because we know they do they do, they just talk about it so much. And we all always call Jensen that male model SOB so a model Dean was faaar too tempting. Now give the reader some physical scars from an accident Dean's own dad caused, a father who's disowned Dean for his career choice...we've got two people who very much seem themselves as broken yet can't see it in one another. This was a heavy topic on a lot of fronts to work in Broken Like Me but I'm really happy with the messaging that comes through.

The Jensen Shower Pics Inspired One

Thank god for Jensen Ackles cause this one wouldn't have existed without those shirtless late night pics. ABO has always been an interesting world I like to push the boundaries of but this was my first real attempt at going big, adding my own rules and boundaries. Coming up with the new science, adding the mystery elements, adding that growing sexual tension...yeah Feral is my favorite ABO story I've ever done hands down.

The Best RPF I'll Ever Write

RPF isn't for everyone but if you only ever read one by me, it's got to be If I Fell For You by a landslide. A Jensen x nanny!reader fic can be, let's just say, really easy to screw up. They can go down routes I don't like to go. But this story deals with so many themes that are worthwhile. Grief. Loss. Learning to love again. Parental love and when it's lacking. Forgiveness and pain. It hurts so good is the best way to put this one. And the safety net analogy I came up with in Part 4 is something I'm particularly proud of.

Making You Forgive The Asshole

I know you in particular will understand this Zep but writing a redemption story for Soldier Boy is fucking hard. It's really easy to watch the show and go he's awful but he's so cute, he can do whatever he wants. Throw in an actual reader and suddenly him being walking sin ain't gonna cut it. Writing character growth realistically can be hard. It can be ever harder when we got like a grand total of 15 mins of screen time with that character. I was nervous as hell to write Thunder In Our Hearts quite honestly. So when I got the reaction that I didn't screw it up felt so, so good. Now I can't wait to do it again with The Villain's Protector! 😉

I'm quite proud of myself for narrowing this down to 8 fics lol. There are many more I could list but these are the big hitters! And thank you for the trip down memory lane! 🥰

[soaps-mohawk]

I started re-reading CRCB (I’ve been corrupted by you and I’m addicted, please send help) (don’t) and regarding chapter 1…damn as a Ghost girly I can’t help but feel like there’s✨something✨

You know, the way he was last to step away from her (closed!) door, almost like he was sensing/smelling her through it before even meeting her and couldn’t rip himself away until the others called him. (feel like he was called out for lingering in front of her door like that, maybe he didn’t even notice)

Then also during the scenting, by god all of them were written beautifully, but Ghosts scene just has that extra kick and it was so cute, I got diabetes from it, even though “nothing” happened. But then there’s that little growl from Ghost in the beginning and then the little whine from reader when he pulls away in the end and ohmygod. I would read a million more pages of this if they existed.

I guess that brings me to my point though, Price has the claim on her since he’s the pack leader and although he’s a sweetheart, he just doesn’t scratch that itch at the back of my brain like Ghost (probably, surely) would. Aaaaaaaaaaaa, but you know with Ghost being a pure alpha and reader being a pure omega, I just can’t help but wonder what’s to come for them, story wise and background wise, please keep the lore coming it’s a great snack in between chapters, every time!

Thank you for this masterpiece and take care 💚

Hehehe yeah, I told you I do enjoy some foreshadowing. There's little bit everywhere in the fic that will come back up later at some point. Anything could be foreshadowing lol but unfortunately you won't know until we get there (if I can ever actually manage to write it lmaoo).

No, but there's so much that's happening now that y'all don't even realize...things that are coming that you're going to sit back and go, affectionately, "What the Fuck??"

Yeah, not to toot my own horn or anything, but...things are gonna get good. Y'all have no idea. 💚