#Like your ideas about Nightmare are just such a big inspo to me and I love the way you think about the rest of his team

[solxamber]

If you haven’t gotten this already, maybe a part 2 to Idia x sentient npc reader?

Maybe they somehow find themselves in twst? Maybe isekai style (I’m stuck on you villainess fics lol)? Or if you had other ideas that’s totally fine too. (I’m not used to requesting 😭)

I really like your stuff so honestly I wanna give you as much creative freedom. Or if you feel like that fic is over/you don’t have inspo for it anymore that’s understandable too 😊

Keep up the amazing work!! 💖💖

Idia Shroud x Sentient NPC Part 2

Part 1 : here

Thank you for the request, and I'm glad you like my isekai fics <3

The moment you blink into existence in Twisted Wonderland, you’re not sure if this is real life or another game glitch. One minute you were comfortably breaking the fourth wall and wooing a gamer, and the next? You’re standing in front of an overgrown haunted house with a big “Night Raven College” sign. And a certain blue-haired, fire-topped guy is gaping at you like you’ve just sprouted another head.

“W-WAIT,” Idia stammers, eyes wide behind his tablet as he stares at you. “This—This isn’t happening. There’s no way. Did I… did I actually summon an NPC?!”

You take one look at him—tousled hair, dark circles under his eyes, and the way his fingers hover over his tablet like it’s some sort of lifeline—and a grin tugs at your lips. Oh, this is gonna be good.

“Well, well, well,” you say, casually strolling over to him. “If it isn’t my favorite player. Miss me?”

Idia makes a noise somewhere between a squeak and a strangled gasp, his whole body freezing up. “Y-You—! You’re here! How are you here?! Did I—is this some cursed DLC? Am I in a nightmare? Oh my god, is this another event?!”

You lean in, narrowing your eyes playfully. “Nightmare? Babe, I thought you were happy to see me.”

Idia’s face flushes a deep red, and he yanks his hoodie up over his head, mumbling something incoherent into the fabric. “H-Happy? Who said anything about happy?! I didn’t sign up for a ‘real-life NPC invading my world’ edition!”

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh? You weren’t just thinking about how much you’d like me if I were in the real world?”

He stiffens so hard it’s like his entire spine turned into a steel rod. “HOW DID YOU—NO. I didn’t—this isn’t—this is a glitch, it has to be! Or a fever dream. Or maybe I finally lost it after all those sleepless nights grinding for rare drops—"

"You're cute when you ramble," you interrupt with a smirk, enjoying watching him implode. "So, are you going to show me around this place, or should I just assume you’re too flustered to handle me?"

Idia stares at you like you’ve grown two extra heads. “Y-You’re just… okay with this? You’re literally… in a different dimension, and you’re fine?!”

You shrug. “Eh, it’s a step up from my last gig. Besides,” you add, leaning in closer, “I kinda like having you as my guide.”

His brain short-circuits for a full ten seconds. “G-GUIDE?! L-Like an actual dating sim?! Do you think this is a game?!”

You pause dramatically. “Isn’t everything a game?”

There’s an audible groan from behind you, and you turn to find Grim, your new furry audience member, smacking his face with his paw. “Great, just what we needed—another weirdo.”

Idia, still staring at you like you’re some kind of unholy glitch in his life’s code, manages to stammer out, “I—I can’t believe this is real. There’s no way this is real.”

You smirk. “It’s real, all right. And don’t pretend you’re not thrilled. I can practically hear your heart racing.”

His face flushes even deeper, and he clutches his tablet like it’s his last connection to sanity. “Okay, okay. You’re in Twisted Wonderland, fine. But this doesn’t mean you get to start… start messing with the plot!”

You grin. “Who says I’m here to follow the plot?”

Idia lets out a strangled noise, burying his face deeper in his hoodie. “This… this is too much. I’m not ready for this level of immersion. This is like, hardcore VR, but real! And with you here, it’s… it’s… OH MY GOD, WHAT DO I DO?!”

You put a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to look at you. “Easy. You play the game, Idia. And let me show you how fun it can get when I’m the one writing the script.”

The look of sheer panic—and excitement—on his face is priceless. "Y-You're serious?!" he squeaks, not sure whether to pass out or burst into flames from sheer embarrassment. "But, like—what if this is a permanent event?! What if I never—"

"Oh, relax," you say, poking his chest lightly. "I'll make sure we both enjoy this little 'quest.'"

There’s another groan from Grim, but you ignore him, keeping your eyes locked on the flustered mess in front of you. Idia’s practically a puddle at this point, cheeks redder than Riddle’s roses, but you know he’s loving every second of it.

“Okay,” he mutters, glancing between you and his tablet. “Okay, I can work with this. Maybe it’s not a total catastrophe. I mean, you’re here, so—wait, does that mean you’re, like… my NPC now?”

You flash him a rogue grin. “If that’s what you want, I’m all yours.”

Idia blinks. Then, with the kind of realization that only a true gamer would have, he straightens up slightly. “I-Is this… the ultimate secret route?!”

"Could be," you say, leaning in closer. "You think you can handle it?"

He stares at you, wide-eyed and flustered beyond belief, but finally, he nods—though it's more of a nervous twitch than anything. "Y-Yeah. Yeah, I-I can handle it. This is fine. Totally fine. Just… don’t, uh, don’t go rogue too much? I-I don’t think I can survive if you start rewriting my entire life!”

You laugh. “No promises, player.”

The panic in his eyes is real, but so is the smile slowly creeping onto his face. And as you stand there, facing him in this strange new world, you realize you’re both about to have a lot of fun.

"Welcome to the real game," you whisper, before pulling him into a kiss.

Idia promptly drops his tablet.

Masterlist

[koreposion]

WAHHHH YOU'RE SO SWEET I'M GONNA GET CAVITIES!!!

I just think I'm some silly little guy who makes posts about stuff because I think that stuff is cool and good!

I was just really lucky to find a fellow rlly good storyteller who loves reading my funky lil thoughts

@koreposion oh my god if that reblog chain gets any longer we'll literally end up making an entire novel's worth of this content XD

[konjkitkatty]

Your ocs are all so interesting! What was the thought process behind them?

Ah you’re so sweet!!! I rlly do try to make my characters interesting and likeable, i’m v glad u enjoy them!! As for my process behind them, SURE! None of this is going to be coherent but i’ll try to walk u thru it! It’s a long read so it’ll all b under the cut!

I’d been meaning to make COTL ocs for a while ever since i saw just the VAST amount of variety in follower forms, but I wanted to make them meaningful, yknow? Not just a random follower but smthn w story, intrigue! Inspo didn’t strike until I’d reached the post game and found out abt the bishops’ quests. And i was very disappointed with it. OKAY. I GET why they’re unguarded, they’re hidden away in the deepest crevasses of their respective realms, and I GET IT. I do, i swear, I SWEAR i get it. I do. but cmon, its so underwhelming and I hate it so much. That’s when I thought up of the guardians as like an entire concept, and thus the time to create COTL ocs was upon me!

Kitty was first- they were easy as the design was just my sona in the COTL style give or take a few minor details. OBV I updated them and made them more unique (the spikes, the tail, the eyes, and the massive personality shift to that of an envious follower desperately searching for approval from SOMEONE) but using my sona as a template helped out tremendously in the process. I don’t recommend doing so…

Bat, Dove and Bear- unlike Kitty- were all created with their enemy forms in mind, The Archer, The Summoner and The Guardian. Kitty just kinda fell into the awkward scamp/swordsman role naturally, and it was fitting. First guardian meant they wouldn’t b too strong normally.

Next was Bat because I was REALLY excited to draw the summoner enemy. They were kind of made to be Kitty’s opposite, youngest/oldest, become bug/reject bug sorta thing. Bat’s first draft was a moody bug with big red eyes and a few screws loose upstairs, if u catch my drift. I thought they were too much like Chemach in their expressions, the way they spoke and regarded the lamb, even the way they hung and thrashed about in their webs. so I kept playing around until I remembered BATS exist, and then had the phenomenal idea of making the spider’s guardian a bug eating wrathful BAT instead. I still got to have the cool head limbs in his final form, but NOW instead of just making them bug arms which is eh, i could make them SKELETAL WINGS. With their many eyes and wings he gives the vibe of an angel to me, which I think is pretty cool all things considered.

Next I did was my prideful Bear, and I always knew she was gonna be exactly like Kallamar in the sense that she would have the LEAST changes design wise from boss to guardian to follower. She was the only actual GUARDIAN enemy to be a guardian, and given how actually agonizingly tough those fkers are to fight i figured she deserved it. Originally she was a brawler who utilized hand to hand combat to directly contrast with Kallamar’s many weapons, but once the sailor theme got thrown in I figured giving her a weapon would b better. I decided on a pirate’s sword made out of the crystal growths in Anchordeep- a pretty and sparkly object a pirate would love, but a weapon that’s honestly probably not great against another aword, but she’d never say that out loud. Her sword is better because she’s the more skilled fighter. She also got to use the mask as a shield because I wasn’t sure what to do with her hands OR the mask. Dove was the only other one with one of them and uhhh… well….. yknow…..

Dove was the last and honestly the biggest migraine i’ve ever had designing an oc for a game in a WHILE. She’s very simple, she’s just a chubby Morning Dove- that’s so easy to work with actually. I’ve drawn birds, but not COTL birds. so she. was. a. NIGHTMARE. Bird followers are honestly just so awkward looking in this game, I really couldn’t figure her follower form out until I used OTHER birds for reference (Clauneck, Kudaai, Chemach, Klunko, and especially Haro.) I’m still not entirely happy with her, but given the circumstances I think she turned out the best she would ever be. I just wish smthn more was going on w her… everything, yknow? Feels like smthn’s missing w her. I still find her boss form incredibly cool though- I love how all the gold and stuff she’s overindulged in gets stuck in her throat/chest and makes all these gross lumps, it’s my favorite visual thing about her. I try to do lots of visual storytelling, and that sucks bc its no fun to just tell people what to look for and what it means, so you kinda have to hope these details get noticed and are interpreted right. Anyways yap session over.

That’s all my thoughts!!!

[chryblossomjjk]

bts fic recommendations | 01.31.23

→ hi friends! this is a little segment i do every tuesday (reviewsday get it, aren’t i funny, pls tell me how funny i am) where i read and review two-three fics. as a content creator, i know how big of a role other creators play in your growth, therefore, i want to do my part in making sure everyone gets the recognition they deserve! so with that being said, please check out the amazing fics listed below. make sure to like, reblog, and leave feedback! ♡ #reviewsday #kikirecs

busted (pt 1 + pt 2) - @btsgotjams27 (jjk x reader | married au, parents au, smut)

summary: your husband comes home with a new gift and you’re not happy with it.

oh.... this is wholesome

im usually partial to girl dad koo but i've been looking at his bby pictures lately and he was so cute ugh :'( picturing two lil kooks is killing me (also i see where u got the inspo teehee v cute jess)

also he's such a lil shit pls like he knows what he's doing being such a slut and avoiding the conversation !!! we love him for it !!!

this is my fav style of writing by the way. like when the reader is just dropped into a slice of the character's lives and you figure them out based on the context clues. like the fact that kook's mom died is such a small detail here but it adds so much to the world. you did so well with seamlessly dropping tidbits and making it natural, not an easy thing to do!!! but you did it so so so well in this!!

him licking his fingers clean after wearing her pussy like a ring had me

dad jk putting it the fuck downnnnnn on that bathroom counter SHEESH IM SWEATING!!! also the baby interrupting right before the nut is peak wholesome content lmao!! and the way you incorporated the title TWICE PLS A GENIUS AND THIS WAS SO INCREDIBLY HOT and i would love to see more of this lil family :') &lt;3

i want to be with you - @oddinary4bts (pjm x reader | idol au, s2l, f2l, fluff, slight angst, smut)

summary: moving to seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbor is park jimin, and he's not the sweet angel you've always imagined him to be. will the reality of park jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?

first of all this is just what i needed um what is fanfic if not a vehicle to live out your daydreams anywho... something about moving to a big city and finding love is so fairytale-ish and magical and uGh. the more of these i do the more im starting to think we're all the same bc I RELATE SOME MUCH TO OC GTFO!! and that introduction made me so attached to her because there almost this childlike nature about her?? maybe childlike is the wrong wording but she has so much excitement and ambition, looks to the future with so much hope despite everything that she's been through. yeah. love her dearly will protect at all costs. and the way you contrasted this intro with the intro to the present day to show how now its not a daydream anymore n shes actually dealing w the reality of starting n moving somewhere new *chefs kiss*

"Sometimes, you wondered if faith existed. If there was a bigger plan to the universe, something written for you already that you couldn’t really escape from. It was the thought that crossed your mind as the doors finished moving, and a dark-haired boy – man – stared at you as you just stood there, mouth falling open."

god if theres one thing my communications major literature minor loves its this !!!! foreshadowing !!! like idk this paragraph just tickled my brain in the right way. it really is so beautiful. one of those that you look back on on a second read and smile because it means so much more and aged even better. truly stellar writing.

ALSO BRO THIS OC IS LEGIT MEEEE LIKE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE OUT MY CLUELESS Y/N WHO HAS NO IDEA WHO BTS IS AND IS MYSTERIOUS AND NON-INTERESTED WHEN I HAVE A WHOLE TATTOO DEDICATED TO PARK JIMIN LMAO THE CHIMMY KEYCHAIN TOOK ME OUT BYE!!

"You expected his features to have that same disgusted scowl he always reserved for you, but his brows fell, as if he was ashamed, or perhaps sad."

"It was so human you found you had to look away."

and then just the pull towards eachother like this connection was legit fated was so fucking good. them taking care of eachother when they're drunk. hangover fucking soup :'). and then after everything with collin and jimin's spiraling they really needed eachother. like the stars aligned to set this pair up and its so comforting to read. BUT LIKE THE SLOWBURN MADE IT FEEL SO SO EARNED. AND THE WAY YOU ENDED IT WITH THE TITLE I COULD FUCKING SCREAM!!! so so so good. thank you for taking the time to write and share this masterpiece on the platform, you've made it sm better with this beautiful addition :') friends do not walk, RUN to read this.

[pondslime]

sam i swear that anon asking about ur sideblog tags has the right idea IT FEELS FIC TAGGY??? it might not be but am i gonna be surprised if its like. the next big masterpiece you write? NO imma be the creator of the ventiswampwater conspiracy crew

every monday wednesday & thursday is when u *think* we’ll be meeting but its actually an every day 9-5 life experience. its ingrained, its forever. its devotion is what it is. smh im a lil goofy for ur fics

next exit does feel very thoroughfare isaiah abram taking ethel cain west in a very manipulative, cannibalistic way!!! not healthy whatsoever!!! nasty fuckery vibes, rancid ho binclair vibes i tell ye!!!

nice weather we’re having eh?

AAAAAA lan 😭💕not the ventiswampwater conspiracy crew jhdfsjhfdjhdf I'm yellin

here's a lil tag directory post to kinda explain a lil bit of the method behind the madness!! my stupid ass is tethered forever 2 the Aesthetic, sadly hdsfjdfsjhdfsj so I cannot just have NORMAL tags💀

had to hop over bc as soon as I went to answer this, I FULLY forgot every single tag I use jfdhjhfdjhfds

but anyway!! a lil breakdown

places to be (forgotten): basically any location that gives me big ambrose vibes

memoirs: sinclair bro childhood vibes!! oh yikes!!!

nightmares: kinda. the reader's fears/unpleasant realities inspo

sitting on the shelves of your mind: things you can find around the house! or alternately! the house that is the reader's psyche!

visage: reader outfit/pose inspo/abstract perception of self. lots of deer in here!! what's that all about!! (not supposed to actually represent what the reader looks like. bc the reader is a nondescript blob of pain n agony. but like. the Vibes. u know)

on the turntable: song inspo!

b/v/l: specific inspo for boseph, vinny, and les

going forward I'll probably have a tag for each new fic I'm brainstorming!! next exit (yes, the fic title is a reference to an interpol song!! bc this is me. ofc it is lmao) is the first one I've used so far bc I have concert fuckery and sweatyweird chance encounters w/bongo sinclogo on my mind atm. regrettably.

and YES!!! he is very rancid in this fic!! in a weird way!!! I just. LOVE writing him when he's on his theater kid shit. and he really gets into it here. he's taken the night off from murderfuck to go drip w/sweat @ a concert and pretend he's a normal person. well, normal is a stretch. but he isn't murderfucking tonight!! so that's smthn (nothing). 🤡🪦

mwah mwah love u tysm for giving me an excuse to holler on abt the dumb shit I'm writing MWAH

[leneemusing]

DEEPER CONVERSATION PROMPTS ft. some inspo from random shit i’ve written

“ even morsels of affection are like feasts to a starved soul.  ”

“  you ever feel like...you’re a box of matches everyone keeps passing around to keep themselves warm?  and some days you just wanna set fire to a forest just to watch something else burn for once.  ”

“  seems like when my life was created by—  shit if i know.  the universe or god.  whoever was building it had the blueprint upside down.  something’s just wrong.  ”

“  the world feels too big for me to be noticed,  yet too small to hide.  ”

“  it hurts.  when you want to live.  when you start caring about having a future again.  it makes all the things you’d numbed yourself too ache again.  it can be just as suffocating to want to stay on this earth as it is to want to escape it.  ”

“  only clinging to positive emotions,  pushing all the bad shit down,  that’s not balance.  it’s not any healthier than the people who hold on to their bitterness and anger.  ”

“  truth is i don’t care— i should but.  i don’t care if becoming one of the monsters is what it to takes to protect myself.  i’d rather be something that makes people afraid than be the one terrified anymore.  ”

“  i think the real monsters in the world,  the real villains,  are the ones who create them.  ”

“  no one blames a beat dog for learning how to bite the hands that strike it.  yet when humans learn how to bear their teeth we avert our gaze,  criticize how they learn to survive.  ”

“  i’m starting to think finding your place in the world is about making it.  carving out a piece and making it yours.  ”

“  i’m not afraid to love.  loving is the easy part.  it’s the after that always scares me.  the idea of being left with all that love and nowhere to put it.  ”  

“  i feel hungry.  like in my soul.  but i don’t know what i’m starving for.  how am i supposed to know what i need when i’ve never had it?  it’s just hollow.  ” 

“  it took me a while to realize happiness wasn’t this long,  consistent thing.  it’s just learning to live in the small moments.  appreciating the joys you find,  tucking them away for later so when it’s dark again you remember what the light felt like.  ”

“  i think it’s okay to be lonely sometimes.  i think that’s when you learn the most about who and what you are.  and who you want to be.  ”

“  i knew something had to change when nightmares no longer scared me.  they almost felt safer than what was there when i was awake.  ”

“  i’ve never really learned to identify one emotion from another.  i never got that?  how some people just know what they’re feeling.  it’s all just one mess inside me.  i just feel.  i don’t think about it.  i just feel things—so strongly it’s like it takes over my entire body and soul.  ”  

“  to really know yourself...i think that will always be more important than whether not anyone else knows you.  ‘cause there’s always going to be pieces of yourself you keep from the world.  and only you can understand them.  ”

“  when you fight with someone you actually,  truly love.  that selfless,  committed kind of love?  every argument might as well be like punching your own reflection.  that’s how you know it’s real.  when hurting them wounds you too.  ”

[ynscrazylife]

hey can i request a imagine where reader watches Kara fell out of love with her and in love with Lena? Thank you!

Lost Love | k.d angst fic

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting!

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Looking back on it, it felt like a balloon of hot air was being inflated in her body, making her cheeks burn, as if her skin was peeling off, because god — all the signs had been there.

Maybe it was because of how many times Kara told her she loved her or perhaps what she thought was her strong and unwavering friendship with Lena, but her subconscious chose to bury all the signs that would usually alert someone. 

However there came a point where those signs pushed and pushed and then broke down the wall of her subconscious,  running to the front of her mind. They were front and center, making her previous train of thought tumble like bricks, when she saw a new article published in the newspaper. At first glance, she ignored it, since it was from CatCo’s journalist rival, assuming that they were just slapping Kara’s name onto a bold-lettered title to fluster them; but then it dawned on her - only a select few people knew Supergirl’s secret identity.

That rival magazine wasn’t one of them. 

The pictures, the gossip, all of it felt like a punch to the gut. All of it was mocking her, laughing in her face until they lost their voices, until a wave of nausea overcame her and she had to take big gulps of water, face paling.

It was true and it was real. There were no lies here. They were as clear as day. It was real.

And it wasn’t just something she could play off as friends being friends. Because it wasn’t. She knew it wasn’t just friends being friends and she knew it because how Kara was acting with Lena was how she acted with Kara.

Y/N recalled the past couple months. How Lena and Kara had started out as friends and right before Y/N’s very eyes, they grew into something more. It dawned on her that she had let this happen. She had just watched her girlfriend fall in love with another woman.

And she had done nothing about it.

Y/N felt as helpless as someone sitting and watching a horrible movie. Unable to do anything about it except tighten her grip on that damn newspaper and read it over, as if maybe, this time, the words would be different.

They weren’t.

With the energy that hadn’t been spent on the enlarging sadness racking her, Y/N crumbled the newspaper up into a ball and slammed it into the trash can, before stomping back to her desk and sitting down, staring at her computer.

After taking a couple of moments to find her way out of her thoughts, she tapped her foot restlessly on the carpet-padded floor. She made a quick decision and grabbed her phone, dialing her girlfriend’s number. Kara, who was at the DEO, picked up after a couple rings.

“Hey, love. What’s up?”

The love dug a bottomless hole in her stomach.

“H-hi.”

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

Shit, she didn’t even bother to conceal the hurt.

“Lena.”

“What? Lena? What happened? Is she okay?”

And that, her girlfriend rambling off question after question, told her everything she needed to know. She couldn’t brush it off anymore.

“You’re in love with her.”

“What?”

“You love her.”

She scoffed. “That’s—no, I don’t. You’re my girlfriend! Why would you say that?”

“Because it’s TRUE. You love her. You treat Lena like she’s your girlfriend more than you treat me like your girlfriend! I can’t believe I didn’t realize it before—I, I don’t, god-”

“Y/N—”

“When did you get feelings for her?”

Her voice was eerily calm.

She didn’t get a response, so she tried again.

“Kara.”

“Your first week at CatCo . . . I missed seeing you so I visited Lena. I brushed it off as nothing at first because of course I’d never act on it, I’d never and I didn’t cheat on you, but . . . You’re right. I fell in love with her . . . N-not you.”

The tears came and soon those tears turned into sobs. Y/N went on autopilot mode, hanging up the phone and wrapping her coat around her shoulders before walking straight out of the building and heading home. It was a beautiful day out and that only fueled the rage and the sadness inside her body. She was trembling with her pain, feeling like she was in disbelief.

Her worst nightmare had come true.

What was she going to do without Kara?

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[gamesbyalbie]

Mousetrap was super engaging! I can’t wait to see how it fleshes out. What sorts of inspiration do you draw on for your writing?

Aw thank you so much, groggydog!!

I'm a really scattered person with lots of unrelated special interests. So, for me, inspiration comes from all over the damn place.

In general, myths (ancient and modern), religion, and philosophy are some of my biggest sources of inspiration (ex., the cave scene in Mousetrap). Plus, literal or figurative depictions of monsters/monstrosity are present in pretty much everything I do. Movies, shows, anime, books, etc. are also big sources of inspo for me. In particular, Mousetrap drew a lot from Saw, It Chapter Two, and Disney movies. I think DC's The Scarecrow and that one level in Arkham Asylum impacted the nightmare stuff as well as classic RPG Maker horror games like Ib, The Witch's House, and Misao. Dimension 20 Fantasy High: Sophomore Year had a big impact (and one of the two new nightmares in the next update is directly inspired by a character from that show). Finally, I think that some of my favorite Victorian sci-fi stories like the Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, The Invisible Man, and Frankenstein had some impact on Mousetrap too.

However, Mousetrap is really unique for me in that everything is first and foremost based in personal experience (I've semi-jokingly described it as the closest I'll ever get to memoir). When I came up with the idea, my goal wasn't to create a horror game based on a premise like Saw, etc., it was just to tell the story of my time working at Disney World twisted to make it fictional (and due to my experience, it naturally evolved into surreal horror). In addition to the literal life experiences it draws from, all my dominant fears, anxieties, and insecurities are present in this story. The characters are made from splintered fragments of myself and memories of people I've known through the years (particularly those I knew during that period of my life). I've felt lost for a long time and like I lost a large part of myself, but writing Mousetrap has allowed me to feel like I've reclaimed my own narrative and, with that, regained some of what I'd lost.

So, uh... Sorry, that got a bit heavy. But, yeah. For me, Mousetrap is really unique in terms of inspiration. It's not unusual for me to base themes, plot lines, or characters on things I deal with, experiences I've had, or people I've met; but I almost feel like I lived Mousetrap and this is just me taking my internal experience and sharing it with others.

Okay, that's about all I'll bore you with 😅 And sorry for taking so long to respond, it took me a while to get my thoughts in order. Thanks again! 💜

[messymerr]

Reece SR Halloween "Scary Dress" Personal Story - Help the trespasser

Week 2 - Trick or Treat?

@twsthalloween

Was just going with a Twst OC Card with a Groovy then decided to create a story

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Part 1

-Ramshackle Dorm-

Reece : I really appreciate the costume though I do agree with Grim, it's kinda lame no offense but I'm still going with ghost

Ghost 1 : None taken

Ghost 2 : Maybe you'll get ideas from looking at the other venues, they have unique designs so perhaps you'd like to have inspo to tinker with the costume

Reece : I'll take note of that!

After seeing all the venues of each Dorm, Reece is amazed on how splendid NRC's Halloween is going to be. They got conflicted on whether how'd they design their ghost costume to something detailed or simple but decided that to design it on how they'd like. Scary, Fancy or not, Halloween is a time to enjoy with everyone by tricking or treating each other.

Reece : I can't wait for Halloween!... If Big Sis were here, she'd enjoy it

When the Magicam Monsters happened, Reece was disappointed at the damage and disrespect that these people have caused making NRC's Halloween sad but just like the other students, they too want vengeance against the Magicam Monsters.

Reece : Grim, I have something brewing and I need you in on this with me

Grim : I'll gladly help after all, those Magicam Monsters are getting their taste of their own medicine! I'll gladly help a comrade of a henchman!

Reece : Thanks! I'll be needing some help with the others as well

Within Ramshackle Dorm were a few Magicam Monsters got lost within the Dorm, they started feeling an eerie lonely atmosphere until an echo of sounds appear to chase them.

Grim : GRRrr-

Magicam Monster : What was that?!

Sounds like it's after them. Then another voice started helping them to escape what sounds to be a beast. One of the Magicam Monster thought they were being helped until...

Part 2

Magicam Monster : A dead end? Wait, where's everyone? what's all this on the floor?!

The Magicam Monster noticed that there were a bunch of bodies on the ground which appear to be their friends

Magicam Monster : Guys wake up! Why aren't ya'll moving??

??? : BECAUSE THEY'RE GONE!

Something came out of the walls appeared was a ghost, a vengeful ghost all tattered and scary aura which shivered the Magicam Monster. Eyes so dark that expresses anger.

Reece : My slumber was disturbed from the likes of you! So why not help them? Help the trespasser. Help those who disrespected my abode? BY HELPING THEM REACH THE AFTERLIFE!

Loud roars of laughter occurred with a dash of screams

Magicam Monster : Please don't kill me! I won't trespass ever again! I promise! I've learned my lessen, I'm begging for your mercy! I'm sorry!

The Magicam Monster sobbed for repentance but Reece did not forgive them

Reece : Then GIVE ME YOUR SOUL!! gaAOO!!

Magicam Monster : AAAAAAAAAAAAH-

The Magicam Monster closed their eyes as they ducked and cover in fear against the assumed attack as Reece's claws prop was about to strike them, suddenly a loud thunder strikes. Then the Magicam Monster noticed they were outside the Ramshackle Dorm premises, decided to leave what they believe was a nightmare they just experienced. They look back to see the eyes of that vengeful spirit they saw then it disappeared. They conclude to never come back there again as they also find their comrades leaving the college as well.

Malleus : Not bad, that was such a performance you've done

Reece : It was my first time and I had doubts if I could pull it off, at least I got the help I could get.

Reece : I'd like to thank Grim for his cooperation in leading them, The guys from Ignihyde having a spare projector, guys from your dorm here who help add roars of laughter and screams and one your illusionary skills, teleportation magic and one loud thunder. It came to fruition on how I planned it. I did not expect you to be able to conjure illusionary bodies of someone's loved ones! Like they were almost real!

Malleus : I have my ways

Reece : You did a good job over there Tsunotaro but man I've never seen you that pissed! It gave me chills that I've never had before

Malleus : Did it scare you, child of man? Sorry about that

Reece : Yeah but no need I mean we're all mad here, right?

-Halloween Day-

Ramshackle Ghosts : Reece! Grim! Let's take a picture together!

-Camera flashes-

Reece, Grim and the Ramshackle Ghosts : Happy Halloween!

Grim : Nyaha! What a funny face you have there!

Reece : I haven't smiled in a while! Ah s#$^, it was set in Black and White! At least the photo looks good

[wienerbarnes]

Old Friend

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 2,333

Warnings: nothing this time! warm feelings

A/N: ok so I have an idea but it'd kind of be a bigger plot point for this universe so I'm gonna try and do some head cannons to fill in some gaps before writing the next big part! feel free to send in any ideas! ill write em if they strike the inspo :)

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

“Bucky! You’re finally back!”

Your body jumped into his arms with excitement, happiness and joy radiating off of your body immediately causing a toothy smile to grow on his face. He caught you in his arms, wrapping both around your waist and lifting up off the ground, your arms curling around his neck.

“Sorry, I was longer than expected.” Bucky says, slowly letting you down back on your feet.

What was supposed to be a week long investigation in London turn into seven weeks as a string of human trafficking crimes were tied to more and more people, forcing him and Sam to extend their stay.

Bucky enters your apartment and makes his way to one of your cabinets, taking out two placemats, a set of plates, and silverware as he watches you make your way back to the stove. Regardless of the fact that he’s been away for a while, the two of you seem to fall back into rhythm as though nothing’s changed.

“I found this easy tomato soup recipe so I made it with some grilled cheese sandwiches,” You explain, slowly stirring the red liquid in the pot. You don’t turn around but Bucky can hear the proud smile in your voice. “I even remembered to wash my hands this time,”

“I missed you.” He says suddenly, seemingly not being able to hold himself back. You pause your stirring and look over your shoulder back at him, “I missed you, too, Bucky.” A wide smile spreading across your face.

Something changed in him the last seven weeks.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you. At first it was worry; constantly wondering if you were safe, if you had gotten yourself into any complicated situations without him around to help you. Everytime Sam’s phone would ring, a part of him was terrified that it was a phone call to inform him that you had been found and were being transported back to prison. You don’t have a phone or any other means of communication, so it was hard for him to constantly be worrying without any way of checking in on you.

Soon, the worry was replaced with longing. He began to miss your different colored hair, always changing it up for appearance, but also you making him guess what color you were going next before not telling him anyway. He missed the way you were always coloring your nails, changing out your earrings everyday with something new and colorful, the way you would tell him awful jokes he’d heard a thousand times before, jokes that would make blush and cringe, the way you’d tell him stories from your past; the fact that you trust him enough to do so in the first place.

Everything he saw in London reminded him of you in some way. Everything he saw, he wished you were there with him to share it with. He couldn’t wait to tell you about the people, the buildings, the food; he could only imagine the way you’d fake an accent to see how long you could get away with it around locals or the way you’d tease about how “they’re driving on the wrong side of the road.”

“Oh! I forgot to tell you, I did a thing!” You snap him out of his thoughts with the placement of the soup bowl and two sandwiches on the table in front of him. He sits down and his eyes widen as you pull down your pants.

He doesn’t have time to be distracted with your lime green cheeky underwear because he’s distracted by the large outline of a tattoo running down your leg.

There’s no shading or color, only black lines that outline countless flowers and leaves, lines filling in the spaces in between. The tattoo spans from the top of your thigh, disappearing in between your inner thighs and trailing down to your ankle. You twist your leg in a bit to show how it wraps around, and you're completely unaware of the look on Bucky’s face. He never knew he had a thing for tattoos until now.

He closes his eyes while you're not looking, trying to calm the heat he can feel against his neck and ears.

“How did- How did you even do that?” He asks, glancing up at the smile on your face as you stare down at your own leg.

“Okay, so- I found this cool tattoo shop, right? And I go in and they tell me that I need an ID and money, both of which I obviously don’t have, so I left. And then,” You pause to shove your tomato-soaked cheese sandwich into your mouth, red liquid dripping from the corners of your mouth, barely making it onto the plate and dirtying the cloth underneath.

“Then, this guy comes out of nowhere from the shop and he says that he’d be happy to tattoo me for free so he can build his portfolio! So, that’s what I did!” You finish explaining.

“Was he like… sterile?”

“Duh, Bucky. What kind of person do you take me for?” You reassure him.

He pushes both thoughts of another guy rubbing on your thighs and the amount of risk that came with pulling that stunt as you both catch up on each other’s lives. He tells you about London, you tell him about the tattoo experience, he tells you about London life, you tell him about your trips to the fresh market and how you’ve been getting better and better at cooking.

He’s washing the dishes while you towel dry them and put them away in your small cupboard when he brings up an idea to you.

“So, I want you to meet a friend of mine.” He suggests to you.

“Bucky, you know I can’t meet any of your friends.” You respond, deflated, after a moment of silence.

“I know what you're thinking, but I promise this guy is as safe as safe can be. I was thinking of taking a drive to visit him tomorrow, and I think you guys would get along well.” He continues soaping up the china in the sink, but doesn’t look at you; he can guess the nervous look on your face as he senses your tension and hears the increased beat of your heart.

“... Are you trying to set me up with this guy?” You ask, offense present in your voice.

A chuckle escapes him, “I think this guy is… a little out of your age range. Look,” He turns off the water as you dry off the last plate. “Do you trust me?”

“With everything.” You say without an ounce of hesitation.

“Then come with me tomorrow.”

After a moment of thought and consideration, you agree.

…

“I didn’t know you had a car!”

“Got it just for you, doll.”

“Is your license even in date? Have you had your vision checked recently, old man?”

He closes the door behind him and makes his way to the passenger side to open the car door for you, “We’ve got a bit of a drive, I figured this was more comfortable than the bike.”

You’ve dressed up today, a pair of shorts that show off your tattoo, with a large long-sleeved t-shirt adorning your frame, a mis-matched jacket and sweatshirt hanging off of your shoulders. He likes that you’ve got a thing for layers, and he’ll never get over the comfort you take in having fun with your appearance.

A two and a half hour drive leads you both to a reserved house, trees and bushes decorating the front of the property and a basic Welcome Home sign hanging from the door.

“Bucky… who do you know that lives all the way out here?” You ask as he parks. As much as she trusts him, she had nightmares about who she would be meeting today. Her biggest fear was Sam or Sharon. As full of love Bucky is, she wasn’t sure his friends would feel the same; they have a large responsibility and clearly value their job and their morals, which would make it hard for them to see her in the same light Bucky sees her in.

“You’ll see, babe. Just relax, c’mon.” Bucky says, turning off the car and opening the door. You can’t help the warmth flooding your face at the pet name and you hope Bucky doesn’t notice enough to tease you about it as he opens your door for you.

Bucky flips through his keys as you both approach the porch and he finally sticks a silver one into the lock, turning it to the left.

“Must know them pretty well to have a spare key.”

“You have no idea,” Bucky mumbles.

“Steve?” Bucky calls out into the house.

“Back here, Buck!” A raspier voice echoes back.

A elderly man steps out from a side hallway. A friendly smile sits on his face, and you return it, not being able to help it at the sight of a nice-looking old man in a sweater and soft looking slacks.

“I’m Steve. It's a pleasure to meet you.” He holds out a hand, and you shake it, replying with your name as well.

“Sweetheart, this is Steve Rogers.” Bucky informs you.

You freeze, smile dropping from your face and hand pausing in Steves.

“Steve… Rogers? The Steve Rogers? Like- Captain America? But… You-You died!” You exclaim.

“I did, didn’t I,” Steve laughs out, releasing your hand. “Have you eaten?” He asks.

“What the fuck?” You ask, seemingly more confused by that question than the fact that Steve Rogers is, 1: Old, and 2: Alive and well living in a beautiful home in the outskirts of New York.

Another laugh sounds from the older man, “Why don’t you have a seat, I’ll make you guys something, I’m sure you’re hungry after the drive.” He trails off, making his way to the kitchen.

“Wow, nice to see you're a chef now. You’ve come a long way from having no taste buds a century ago.” Bucky jokes, a light smile on his face as he makes his way after Steve towards the kitchen island.

This isn’t fucking real right now. Who else is the government hiding? Cobain? Kennedy? How the fuck am I in Captain America’s super nicely furnished-old-timey style-house that’s hidden away in paradise? It’s so different for you to see Bucky so relaxed. He looks incredibly carefree, joking around, teasing with his best friend. It makes you feel warm inside to see him this way, because as much as the two of you get along, it is rare to see him so happy and bubbly.

You glance around the walls, the place definitely embodying the aesthetic of Steve Rogers, with wooden accents to furniture and decor  and copious amounts of pictures everywhere. Him and his wife, pictures of young adults and children, his kids and grand-kids and great-grand-kids you assume, some of Bucky, both old and new, some of Sam and Sharon.

As the three of you talk, Bucky realizes that he didn’t remember the fact that you were dusted in the snap as he was. You were in the prison when it happened, and it was where you returned when everyone was brought back, but it was large news that Steve Rogers sacrificed his life for the world, along with Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, and other heroes. He watches you and Steve interact easily, as though you’ve known each other forever, as he tells you about his time returning the stones, the way he lived when he returned to the forties for good, what it was like seeing life evolve as he already knew it in his mind.

You asked question after question, like a child meeting their favorite celebrity or going on a field trip to their favorite place. You were animated with your questions, exaggerating your thoughts with your hands, all while cursing like a sailor with your vulgar language, all of which Steve loved.

He knew the talking-to he was going to receive from Steve later, he saw it in the look he gave him when he entered the kitchen behind him. He has never brought anyone to see Steve, besides Sam, of course, let alone a girl. This most definitely looks like you and him are in some sort of relationship; this is pretty much the equivalent of meeting the family. Or at least, as much family as he can get away with for now.

He’s not going to know what to respond when Steve asks him about you. In regards to anything; whether or not you two are dating, whether or not he’s going to tell Sam or Sharon, what his feelings are for you. Does he have feelings for you?

The rest of the afternoon is spent sharing stories, looking at pictures, and more and he can see how happy you’ve acted since being here. It’s definitely been a change in your routine for the past two years as you’ve really grown into yourself again.

Bucky’s brain doesn’t shut up the entire drive back to your apartment. He thinks about long drives with you every weekend, he thinks about you meeting the other people that are important to him, he thinks about finding a way to get you a new identity, but cringes at the thought of having to call you another name other than your own. He constantly glances at your sleeping body in the passenger seat next to him, facial features soft as you dream, mouth open just a bit where he can hear the softest snores. You’re using his jacket as a pillow as your sock-covered feet are curled beneath you in the seat.

He sits in his car for a few minutes after dropping you off at the door of your apartment, refusing your invitation inside with a made-up excuse about checking on Alpine and needing to change her box and food, even though he’d bet anything that that cat is fast asleep on his pillow.

He takes a deep breath before taking out his phone and selecting a contact from his favorites. It rings twice before he hears a voice on the other end.

“Hey, Sam? You free? I wanna… I wanna talk to you about something.”

[rivolted]

this  is  the  only  gif  that’ll  upload  for  me  for  some  reason  but  also  JUSTICE  for  power  rangers!dacre.  anyway,  howdy  !  i’m  lyra,  she  /  they,  eternally  making  my  muses  suffer.  this  is  the  first  of  five  intros  i  have  to  post  (  h-horrifying  )  so  please  bear  with  me  as  i  try  to  get  through  those  hehehe  <3   

[ DACRE MONTGOMERY, CIS MALE, HE/HIM. ]    hey, that’s apollo zale from district four. they’re pretty well known around those parts for being a FISHERMAN. the hunger games fills them with dread, especially since they’re twenty five years old, but they’ll be watching — everyone always does. anyways, if you’re looking for them, i hear they remind everyone of calloused hands digging into skin, the taste of salt on your tongue & the heavy weight of everything you never said.

CHARACTER INSPO   :    alizayd al qahtani  (  city of brass  ),   jet  (  atla  ),   henry clerval  (  frankenstein  ),   patroclus  (  myth  ),   julian diaz  (  cemetery boys  )   90% of these characters are dead i’m so sorry

i     kneel     into     a     dream     where     i     am     𝓖𝓞𝓞𝓓     &     𝓛𝓞𝓥𝓔𝓓     .     i     am     good     .     𝙄     𝘼𝙈     𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝘿     .     my     hands     have    made    some     good     mistakes     .     𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲     𝐜𝐚𝐧     𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬     𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞     𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫     𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬     .

name   :   apollo zale.

age   :   twenty - five.

gender & pronouns   :   cis male & he / him.

district   :   four.

occupation   :   fisherman.

moral alignment   :   lawful good.

ok no more formatting or anything just bullet points and incoherent babbling ♡ wcs are at the end  !  these aren’t going to be too long or pretty or anything i have five more to do. MZMZMZMZM

the oldest zale boy, a golden boy. his entire life, he’s tried very hard to emulate their father while also be better than him at protecting & providing for their family. he’s very guarded & feels that he needs to be in order to protect his family; he might come off as cold & uncaring at first glance, but he’s a big softie. it’s just.... Complicated !

loves bodies of water. as a babe, he never got an affinity for swimming like many other kids in the district, but when he was six, he somehow snuck from home to follow his father during a fishing trip and almost drowned  ;  instead of letting fear rule him, he used the incident to inspire a fine tune a love for the water. his father would joke that apollo has One True Love and it’s the sea.

because his name won’t get picked and he doesn’t volunteer, he’s finally edged out of the hunger games after this year; unfortunately for him, his siblings will all still be eligible. this is the knowledge that haunts him at night. he’s had nightmares about sending his younger siblings to die.

so of course when that biggest nightmare happens he’ll absolutely break inside. the words i volunteer might even reach the tip of his tongue, but he just can’t. all he can do is watch with slow, unfolding horror, feeling utterly useless. utterly powerless. 

like i said, he’s pretty aloof towards most people outside of his family, but what’s actually a ruse is seen by a lot of people in the district as a mysterious Dark Boy & he’s become very popular as people try to get him to open up,,,, Romantically. i’m talking the zale home got flooded with love letters once. 

with his siblings i joke that he’s definitely the We Got Food At Home brother. he just. loves his siblings ! and they just bring him constant stress  (  PERSEUS.  ) ! def a mother hen. that said, while most of the time he presents himself as the responsible older one, when he does get in trouble it’s somehow worse than anything his siblings could do (  see again  :  near death experience at six  ).

whether nixie makes it through the games or not, when the rebellion starts, he’ll be very cautious - not because he doesn’t believe in the cause, but because any support he provides could and would put his family in danger. i imagine once his brothers indicate that they’re also All In he’ll actually start to become more brazen.

he’s v intelligent and a p good leader/strategist when he’s not being Cautious so as he throws that to the wind i can see him developing his leadership skills more & possibly getting HIGHLY involved with the rebellion

also he’s !! strong !! buff !!  

wcs   !

it’s nice to have a friend. this is someone who knows apollo to his core. his artemis if u will hehehe. he trusts this person entirely. honestly this is v v open as long as they’re from district four, i just want him to have somebody he call tell everything to & who can trust him back. if they’re younger than him than he’s also probably super worried abt them & thg & in general he’s as protective as he is over his family. i like to think that they work together and are practically attached at the hip; where x goes apollo will follow and so on. doesn’t have to turn romantic or be romantic but u know... .. . . . if u want. .. . .

i am now begging for a self indulgent crush wc. apollo’s pretty popular, like i said. but this person. OH, THIS PERSON. if the sea was his first love, this person is the second. there’s just one problem: they don’t know he likes them. & unlike many other people, they haven’t even tried to flirt with him. he’s sure they don’t like him back - maybe they don’t ! that’s up to you ! - and it’s keeping him from being bold. again this doesn’t have to turn romantic and i actually. would Really Love for this to have a platonic end.

those are my big two but i’d love to plot anything past / present / future. some other ideas are: enemies or rivals, an ex who left him bc he was either overprotective or because he just. didn’t devote time to them properly, someone he looks up to.

[butterflies-dragons]

Maybe, I'm reading to much into GRRM's love for wolves, but before he wrote ASOIAF, he wrote a horror novel called Skin Trade, which is about werewolves, I have no idea what the plot it is. I just know it's about wolves, and that George loves Wolves.

Hello there,

GRRM LOVES WOLVES

Chris Long: What your favorite things about wolves are? What drew you to wolves? Because it seems like you have a passion for them.

GRRM: I like their ferocity. I like the fact that they’re social animals, that they have, they’re packs, they’re not lonely hunters. They have their own society, their own packs. They work together. You know I’ve tried to make that point in “Game of Thrones” and that will come back to it in later books, you know. When winter comes, the cold wins blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. And human beings need to keep that in mind too. We all need each other. We all need packs. That’s true on a football team as well. The individual star can’t succeed without great teammates around him.

—George RR Martin in The Fish Bowl with Chris Long

His wife and him are a contributors of the Wild Spirit Wolf Sanctuary of Candy Kitchen, New Mexico.  The sanctuary is promoted by George is his webpage:    

The story you mention is “The Skin Trade”, GRRM’s award-winning 1988 horror novella. 

Recently it has been reported that George has filed suit in the Los Angeles Superior Court against Blackstone Manor, LLC, the company that holds the rights to producing the story.

I didn’t read the story, but I asked my friend about it and this is what she told me:

There is serial killer/demon wolf that flays werewolf skin and is referred to as a “big shaggy dog”. 

The bad guys call themselves Direwolves: "We are the dire wolves, the nightmares who haunt your racial memories, the dark shapes circling endlessly beyond the light of your fires".

They also say this: "The pack takes care of its own".

The guy who says it is a white wolf with red eyes. He even has a cane with a wolf’s head like Longclaw..

Most definitely inspo for older feral Starks...

I have the story on my iBooks, as part of Dreamsongs Vol. II, so maybe I will give it a chance.

Thanks for your message.

[lettersinscarlet]

Pumpkins (Colby Brock Imagine)

Hey y’all! I know I’m late with the spooky season stuff but I’ll do better in the future. I’ve got tons of Thanksgiving and Christmas stuff planned and I hope that makes up for it. Anyway, I dyed my hair today and if you guys see it you can tell me what you think but don’t roast me too hard I still having feelings. Anyway, I’ve been crushing on this boy and so I’ve got all this extra energy and side inspo so hopefully more stuff will be coming. Anyway, hope you enjoy this!

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“Baby,” Colby whined, rolling over to look at you. He was obviously bored and you smiled at how cute he was. Since you had been dating for three years, it was easy to read some of his moods. “Do you know what today is?” he asked with a whiny voice.

“The 26th?” you asked. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

“No,” he corrected you, “it’s spooky season.”

“It is,” you responded. He waited expectantly for you to ask and you sighed. “So?”

“We should do something spooky related,” he suggested and waggled his eyebrows. You laughed at him and ruffled his hair.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well,” he started, “I have a few ideas in mind,” he murmured, looking you up and down. “BUT,” he interjected, “I did have something seriously in mind.”

“What would that be?” you asked.

“I want to surprise you,” he stated. “Go get changed into something you can get messy,” he ordered and sat up.

“You’re sure this doesn’t have anything to do with the first thing?” you questioned as you got up. He chuckled and you smirked as you went to do what he said.

You changed into one of your old t-shirts and a pair of sweats. You threw your hair up in a ponytail and found some of your old tennis shoes. You walked down the stairs and Colby whistled.

“One-hundred percent the hottest outfit I have ever seen you in,” he commented. You rolled your eyes and he got up and pulled you in to kiss your forehead.

“Are you gonna tell me what we’re gonna do?” you asked as you leaned back against him.

“No, but we need to go to the car,” he informed you. He kissed your forehead again and then he grabbed your hand and started walking towards his car.

As he drove, he blasted some music and you guys were rocking out. After some time, Colby pulled into a grocery store parking lot. You looked around, confused, and Colby just laughed. He parked and then led you to the entrance to the store. He stopped and gestured in front of him, revealing to you two buckets and some shelves filled with pumpkins. He had a huge smile on his face as he gaged your reaction. You had a smile equally as big.

“You wanna carve pumpkins?” he asked. You nodded and looked over the pumpkins, seeing which one’s caught your eye. Colby went yo and slapped one, smiling when it made that dull noise. “So it claps,” he mused.

You laughed and walked to one of the buckets and picked one. It was the perfect orange color and even though it was a bit wonky, it was big and you loved it. You hoisted it up and wrapped your arms around it and you turned to face Colby.

“I found mine!” you announced. He kissed your nose and then turned to look at the selection. He grabbed two pumpkins and tucked them under each of his arms. You raised your eyebrows at him.

“I’m gonna make Sam a surprise pumpkin,” Colby answered. You nodded and then you went inside. Colby picked up two carving kits and a couple of fake candles to put inside the pumpkins when they were done. You helped him load all the stuff in his trunk and then hopped in the car. Yo were super excited.

“You know how much I love spooky season,” you told Colby as you got closer to your shared apartment. He nodded and looked over at you.

“I know how much you love it and so do I.”

You squealed with excitement when you finally got your pumpkin out of the trunk and headed upstairs.

Colby found some old sheets and he spread it out the table. He then set two towels down for the two of you to sit on. He set out the carving tools before he set the pumpkins down: one on your side, two on his side.

“Alright, before we start, I want to set some rules,” he said and clapped his hands together. “First of all, we have to surprise each other. You can’t tell me what you’re doing, I can’t tell you what I’m doing. And no sneaking around to see anything. Second, when we do the big reveal, the lights have to be off and the candles have to be on. It’ll be spooky. And third, the winner gets a kiss,” he finished. You mulled over his terms for a moment.

“Sounds good to me, Brock. It’s game on.” You went and grabbed a marker from the kitchen before you plopped down on your side, trying to decided what you wanted to do. You decided that you were going to do a carving of Jack and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas. You had seen something like it in your feed a few days ago and you were excited to carve it.

You looked around your pumpkin and saw Colby already cutting out the top of his pumpkin to start getting the guts out. You quickly traced a circle at the top and grabbed a knife to start cutting it out.

You grimaced when you pulled the top off and were met with that first scent of pumpkin. You would get used to it, but it was still gross the first minute. Then came the fun part: scooping out the guts.

While you were hard at work, you barely heard Colby call your name. You looked up in enough time to get hit in the face with pumpkin guts. You gasped and Colby started cackling. You quickly reached in your pumpkin and grabbed some of the insides. Being careful not to make a huge mess, you tossed some at Colby, hitting him right between the eyes. He started spitting because he got some in his mouth and you fell over laughing.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” he asked. He got up and ran over to your side. Colby reaches into your pumpkin and pulled out a clump of guts and smashed them on your face. You gasped as the scent and the feel washed over you. It was gross.

“You are so gonna get it, Brock,” you threatened, sitting still as the pumpkin insides slipped down your face.

“Sure I am,” Colby said with a smirk. He watched you take the guts off your face and drop them on the table. You wiped off your face and wrung your hands out a few times before you got back to work.

“You’re gonna lose,” you taunted him after he sat down. He just shook his head as he went to clean out his pumpkin.

When you deemed the insides clean enough, you grabbed a marker and you started to draw what you wanted. Sure, your lines were a little wonky and sure, it wasn’t perfect, but you thought it was pretty darn good. You looked over and you noticed that Colby had already started cutting his out.

You started carefully cutting out your carving. There were so many intricate lines and pieces you had to cut out before others. It was a bit frustrating, but you knew it would be worth it.

Eventually, you started to see your figure coming together. You were amazed that the lines actually worked and that you hadn’t accidentally carved yourself. You glanced up and you saw Colby smiling at you.

“What are you smiling at, Brock?” you asked him. His smile got wider.

“You look cute when you’re focused,” he commented.

You just blushed as you looked at your pumpkin. Three years and the boy still knew how to get to you.

“Finished!” you yelled triumphantly. You saw him smirk before he answered.

“Me too. Grab a light and turn it on and I’ll hit the lights.”

You reached towards the center of the table and you grabbed one of the candles for inside your pumpkin. You turned it on and put it inside and you saw Colby do the same before he turned off the lights. You stared in awe at your art work before you looked up and saw Colby. He looked spooky in the candlelight.

“You go first,” he said. You let out an excited breath before you turned you pumpkin to face him.

“Ta-da! It’s Jack and Sally!” you announced. Colby looked shocked for a second before he looked back up at you.

“It’s so beautiful! This guarantees it: you have to help me figure out what to do on Sam’s surprise pumpkin,” he told you. You just smiled and shook your head.

“Alright, Brock, you’re up,” you told him. You saw him visible swallow before he put his hands on his pumpkin. He turned it slowly and looked up at you as you read it.

“Will you marry me?” the pumpkin read.

“Will I marry the pumpkin?” you asked, but the tears were already welling up in your eyes.

“You are a such a dork,” Colby muttered before he walked closer to you. “No, it’s not asking if you’ll marry the pumpkin, although that would be interesting. (Y/N), I have loved you for a long long time. I love everything about you: your dorkiness, you laugh, your personality, your kindness, your everything. You are perfect and I know that I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how true that is. So (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), will you make this the best spooky season ever by marrying me?”

You looked at his sparkling blue eyes and the ring that had suddenly appeared in his hands.

“Yes, a million times yes!”

Colby got closer to you and kissed you. His lips fit perfectly with yours and the kiss was full of passion and love. Colby finally pulled away and he gently took the ring and put it on your finger.

“How did you know my ring size?” you asked him after he finished putting it on.

“Remember when I took you out and bought us matching rings a few months ago?”

“You sly devil,” you said, but leaned up and kissed him again. Colby’s phone buzzed and he sighed as he pulled away.

“Sam’s known about this for awhile and he wants to know if I actually proposed yet,” Colby explained. You laughed and you quickly took his phone and pulled up his messages with Sam. You snapped a picture of the ring on your hand and sent it before you gave Colby his phone back. Moments later, you heard pounding on the door and the two of you laughed.

“Let us in!” you heard Kat from the hallway. You took Colby’s hand and pulled him to the door. When you opened it, Sam and Kat were looking at you expectantly.

“You guys finally came!” you announced. “Colby threw pumpkin guts at me and it got in my hair!”

Colby shoved you playfully and you laughed at the look on Sam and Kat’s faces. You then showed them your hand and they heard gasped and screamed with joy.

You spent the rest of the night celebrating with the duo and Colby and you had a lot of fun. They left after a few hours and it was just you and Colby.

You walked closer to Colby and he wrapped his arms around you and you swayed to a nonexistent beat. You leaned your head against his chest and you stayed quiet.

Colby pulled away and he used his hand to tilt your head to meet his gaze.

“So Future Mrs. Brock,” he started and something sparked in his eyes, “wanna have some fun?”

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[adonis-koo]

bury a friend

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Note: Long time no writing, good news is I’m back in the game with some inspo 😤 Message me if y’all want a part 2 to this ✌️

Word count: 2755

Pairing: Yandere!Taehyung/Reader, Jungkook/Reader

Plot: Taehyung was always different. Ever since you were kids he had always been different. Constantly in and out of the psych ward but that never stopped you from liking him when you were little. He was like the brother you never had. Unfortunately after moving in together your life turns into a nightmare that you can’t wake up from.

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The first incident was when you arrived home from a night out with your friends. You stood stiffly with crossed arms and an annoyed expression had graced your face. You couldn’t help it really, what did he expect from you? You stood in front of Taehyung as if he was your parent who had just caught you getting home late into the night.

It was late but he wasn’t your dad and you certainly weren’t a kid, this was becoming more and more frequent much to your annoyance, “Where have you been?” His deep voice went low, almost a whisper with a dark note. Something worst then if you had been standing in front of your parents.

But you were tired and not in the mood to deal with this, “I told you I was going out tonight Tae, can we not right now? I just wanna go to bed.” You trudged past him towards the hallway but a strong grip curled around your arm cementing you in place.

Taehyung’s gaze had gone darker and his face less then amused, it was like a one-eighty compared to how he was around your mutual friends, “I’m going with you next time. Understood?” He let go of your arm as he said the words as if they were finalized. You only rolled your eyes not bothering to argue with him.

He had always gotten like this from time to time but you never put much thought into it. You got it, it was late at night and going out to a frat party was a prime way to get date raped but you weren’t a kid. You knew very well how to exercise caution, you didn’t need him being your babysitter. Collapsing in bed you sighed curling up letting your heavy lids finally shut into a blissful sleep.

The second incident didn’t happen until two weeks later, you were out currently having coffee with an acquaintance. Jungkook was still in the Police academy and with your classes you had both been too busy to see each other often. It was nice to see those wide doe eyes again though, you didn’t necessarily know him extremely well. You were originally friends with his brother Seokjin and had met him at a house party, the both of you had a hit it off well and agreed to exchange numbers.

This was the first time you had gotten to see him though outside the last time you had first met, which was a little over a month ago. He was just as much of a sweetheart as you remembered, making him too big of target to resist teasing. Jungkook’s cheeks had dusted pink and his head had ducked slightly from your teasing remarks when it happened. The ding from your phone.

“Where are you at?”

Your smile tensed as you read the message, Taehyung often did this when you went out. You were beginning to wonder what his problem was. You wouldn’t have thought much of it if it wasn’t for the fact that this is been becoming more and more frequent from him. Constantly demanding where you were going, who you were hanging out with, how long you’d be out. It was going a bit beyond being protective.

“Are you ignoring me?”

Your smile twitched before dropping it altogether while your hand clenched around the phone, it hadn’t even been more then a minute since his last message, “Are you okay, Y/n?” You glanced up at Jungkook who appeared concerned with raised eyebrows at your sudden change in demeanor.

Giving him a sheepish smile as you sighed, setting your phone back down as you shrugged while explaining, “It’s just my room mate, he’s constantly asking where I’m at and vice versa.”

Jungkook tilted his head slightly, “Oh? That’s weird.” He leaned back in his seat, scratching the back of his head at your words as if trying to figure out the question you had: what was Taehyung’s problem? His face suddenly dropped as he stuttered slightly as though realizing something, “You two aren’t- Ah together right?”

“God no,” you laughed shaking your head at the absurd idea, “No, we’ve known each other since we were kids. He’s....” you hesitated for a second, you really shouldn’t have been talking about Taehyung to people you weren’t close too, but you found yourself wanting to confide in someone about your new problem, “He use to be in and out of the psych ward when we were younger. Not sure why and I’ve never had the nerve to ask. I don’t know if it has anything to do with his behavior now but, I can’t help but wonder.”

Jungkook looked relieved to hear your words before frowning after you finished, soaking in your words in thought as he clasped his mug, “Pysch ward?” He echoed in a murmur before looking at you as if trying to decipher something, “And you live with him?”

“Well...we’ve known each other since we were little. He’s always been a bit...codependent on me. But that’s how it’s always been, he isn’t crazy Jungkook, just different- I don’t know.” You shrugged attempting to explain, but you knew even that didn’t make much sense. Why did you live with him? You trusted him.

You trusted him more then anyone, maybe it was because you had known each other for ever. You knew his temperament and what to expect from him. But it seemed you didn’t know him well enough to sense this would happen.

The ding from your phone made you jump, realizing you hadn’t replied to him but the message caused you to freeze, he was really beginning to worry you, “If you don’t answer I’m going to find you.”

“Taehyung I’m fine, I’m just at the cafe having coffee with a friend.”

“With who?”

“Seokjin’s brother, why?”

“I’m going to pick you up”

You sighed through your nose feeling almost fluster for the suddenly interruption in your date that was frankly put, going really well, as you closed your eyes tightly , “I’m sorry Jungkook but I’m gonna have to go.”

Jungkook shifted in his seat, his expression looked mildly confused, wondering if he had done something wrong as he asked, “What do you mean?”

“My roommates just being difficult today. Look I’ll see you later, okay? I really enjoyed today.” You mustered a genuine smile, as you did mean what you said. Jungkook was an easy going guy, sweet with just a hint of snark, he was just your type, and it seemed you were his, you both just had got each other.

Jungkook kept his expression neutral despite returning your smile as though he were trying to figure something out in his head, “Of course Y/n, can I see you again soon?”

“Anytime you’re free.” You winked before grabbing your bag and making your way out the cafe’s door, letting it shut behind you as you sighed. Letting the expression melt from your face as you noticed the black mustang finishing parking. A sense of dread filled your stomach as though feeling you were about to sign off your life once you entered the car, and you did in a sense.

Closing the door you could instantly feel the aura around you shift darker, Taehyung’s hands gripped the steering wheel with a death grip that made his knuckles turn white and his jaw was clenched enough to chip a tooth, “Why didn’t you let me know you were going out?”

Sighing you closed your eyes, resting your elbow against the door as you rubbed your forehead, you didn’t want to have this talk with him but it seemed he left you no choice, “Tae...listen it’s really sweet that you care but...” you trailed off feeling the tense air thicken like smoke ready to choke you, feeling as though you were walking on thin ice you chose your next words carefully, “I’m not a kid, I don’t need to tell you everytime I make plans with someone. I get that you’re worried but I’m fine, really.” Your voice as soft as you could make it.

But his gaze only darkened broodingly at your words, you didn’t think he could grip the wheel any tighter but watching his hands move made the anxious pit in your stomach return. Suddenly he slammed on the breaks causing you to jolt forward, before gawking in attempt to comprehend what had just happen, “I don’t care. You tell me when you go out, who you go with and when you’ll be home, understood?”

You could freeze under his frosty gaze that didn’t relent as you pulled back towards your side of the car, which stalled in the middle of the empty neighborhood, “What?” You almost scoffed out incredulously, “That’s ridiculous. Tae this needs to stop-“

He almost lunged over to your side, gripping your face with one hand tightly as he growled out lowly, “No it isn’t. You’re mine. You don’t get a say. Go anywhere without informing me and I’ll make you regret it.”

Your heart rate had spiked and not in a pleasant way as you shrank away from his harsh touch. His voice threatening in a way you didn’t want to challenge. What was that suppose to mean? You were too frightened too ask. Yes you knew Taehyung had never been fully mentally stable, but you never wanted to view him as different because of it. But for the first time in your life, you actually felt scared to be in his presence. His aura still dark as he dropped his harsh grip from you face to continue driving.

The rest of the ride home was silent and you had taken to residing in your room the rest of evening having been too scared to leave and approach him. Maybe you should call someone, but who? The police? Wouldn’t be a bad idea but- Taehyung was your friend, he needed help not a jail cell. You curled further into the warmth of your blankets as you sighed before hearing your phone ding.

“Hey when are you free?”

You lips for the first time since you had last left him smiled. Relieved to know Jungkook must really be interested in getting to know you, but dread filled your stomach as you remembered Taehyung’s word. You weren’t getting together though, just making plans, that was fine right? You’d figure out what to do after they were planned, “I only have morning classes this coming Saturday so I could go out in the evening if you wanted.”

“Awesome! The academy let’s us have weekend’s off so we can meet up. There’s a carnival coming to town, wanna go?”

The idea made a smile pull on your lips, you hadn’t been to a carnival since you were a kid, “Yes!! I love too!” The conversation ended after that, or so you had thought until a few minutes passed your phone dinged again.

Confused you tilted your head as you gazed of the message, “Everything’s good with your roommate right? You seemed pretty worried when you left.”

“It’s fine Jungkook don’t worry lmao, he can just be a bit difficult sometimes. It’s all good though.” You had never told a bigger lie in your life. Sighing Taehyung’s words echoed in your mind as you reread your message again. You couldn’t tell Jungkook though, what good would that do? Shaking your head you finally got out of bed to get something from the kitchen.

Not realizing how hungry you had become from holding up in your bedroom the rest of the day. Trashing through the hallway before making way to the kitchen. You had opened the fridge when you heard padding footsteps that caused you to freeze. Strong arms wrapped around your waist as Taehyung set his chin against your shoulder, “Y/n, why have you been hold up in your room?” You relaxed hearing his normal whiney tone. He was okay, for now.

But a part of you was still unnerved at his behavior, was everything fine now? Was he going to pretend he didn’t just threaten you a few hours earlier? “You know I don’t like it when you ignore me.”

He pouted as his grip around you tightened slightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck, “I wasn’t ignoring you Tae,” you gave a weak chuckle, still slightly nervous, “I was just resting.”

Taehyung only huffed childishly as he continued to nuzzle your neck, it wasn’t abnormal for him to be clingy. He had always been this way, well...not always come to think of it. He use to vehemently hate PDA back in middle school, but half way through highschool he began to cling to you like a koala bear. People often mistook you for a couple.

Come to think of it you couldn’t really blame them, it did make you looked like a couple. Though you could never understood why his change in attitude was so abrupt, but you wouldn’t complain. In fact, for the longest time you took it as an improvement in his mental condition- whatever it may be.

You sighed shutting the fridge, getting ready to move when you heard a ding that came from you phone. You heart had leaped to your throat as you body tensed upon feeling Taehyung’s arms suddenly wrap tightly around you, “You’re lying to me.” He murmured into your ear causing a shiver down your spine, “Who was that?”

Your breath hitched as you began to stutter, hoping if you answer honestly his anger wouldn’t be kindled, “It was just Seokjin’s brother....” having met him back in your freshman year of college Seokjin was a good friend of your and Taehyung’s surely he wouldn’t be mad right?

Taehyung’s fingers began to dig into your sides making you squirm from the pain as he growled against your neck, “That low life academy kid? Stop talking to him.” His words were plain and simple leaving no room for debate, “I don’t like him.”

Your hands still shook from his tone and you were sure you were close dropping the phone you weakly held as you murmured, “B-but he’s my friend...”

“I said I don’t like him,” Taehyung snapped out, his grip around your waist dropped before clamping his hands down against the sides, letting his fingers bruise a new spot, “I don’t like the way he looks at you- he’s lucky he isn’t fucking dead yet.” You almost whimpered at how harshly his nails dug into your sides.

The pet name made you sick to your stomach and you began to feel light headed as your vision began to blur from tears you hadn’t realized were there, “Tae please...” you almost whimpered out, “I-I really like him-“

Arms wrapped back around you again, caging you against him as he growled once more, biting your neck causing you to jump, “You’re mine Y/n. Mine,” he had practically snarled it out, as if outraged by the idea of you holding any affection for anyone except him, “I’ll kill him if I have too. You don’t want me to do that do you?” He almost mockingly coo’d out.

Returning his lips back to your neck where he harshly sucked. The tears finally began to trail down your face and your shoulders began to match your hands in tremors, unable to speak you violently shook your head before closing your eyes.

“Good,” He murmured, kissing the spot he had previously devoured, pecking and nuzzling away at it as he continued, “I’d do anything for you,” he kissed the now bruising spot, “I’d go anywhere for you.” He pressed another kiss against it, “I’d die for you.” Biting it one last time he let his tongue trail against it before letting his lips drag against your ear, “I’d kill for you. Remember sweetheart,”

“You’re mine.”

[alrightinbed-betterwithapen]

Clever Little Things — Part One — David Dobrik x Reader

A/N: hey guys so this one’s based off an awesome ask! I’m writing my asks a little slower at this time (and taking sometime away from Datalie until inspo comes back) to ensure better quality. I’m also turning this one into a series. Lemme know if you have any ideas of where you want this story to go. Anywho, thanks for taking the time to read, love ya!!

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Summary: You don’t like David, and he plans on changing that.

Anon Asked: Hey !! Love you're writing, nobody ever does my requests so hopefully u can break that pattern :-), can u do a david x reader where it's an enemies to lovers sort of thing, where he's really charming and smug to her and like a huge flirt and she kinda just rolls her eyes and tells him to fuck off (maybe it could be a series??) Thanks !!

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David fucking Dobrik.

Fuck that guy.

Yeah, you said it. Repeatedly and sometimes out loud. You couldn’t give a fuck about YouTube’s resident golden boy. You have lived in California far too long to be impressed with young, ridiculously wealthy men and their expensive cars. David seemed like a guy who fell face first into a vat of luck and wore humbleness like a cloak, hiding who he was underneath.

You were bound to run into him around Hollywood, your job as a freelance editor had you working with a ton of people in the industry he dominated. You had once preferred working in TV and film, but when a girl named Gabbie reached out to you, getting your info from a colleague, you were yanked into the YouTube world. Gabbie loved your work and had given your name out to all her influencer friends. The calls came rolling in.

Hey, it was a paycheck. These viral sensations actually made bank, and you were getting a more steady source of income from them than you did at any other job you’d worked in the city of angels. It even led to a pretty long contract job at a decent media group. Where you had to attend events and mingle and really learn about the world you were working in. It was mostly good.

But David, he fucking annoyed you. Whether it was hanging all over Instagram models for clout, or holding up the entrance line at a club to take paparazzi around his car, laughing and playing it up to an extreme, he fucking irked you. You had made the mistake of following him on Snapchat, one of his stories accidentally rolling over from a friends; he had two bleach blondes screaming about merch and then the camera flips around to his smug face telling you to swipe up. Yeah. Fucking. Right.

In your mind there were the Paul’s, Ricegum and David Dobrik: the premier fuckboys of YouTube.

So, there is no way you’re actually going to call Jason Nash about becoming his steady editor. You tell Gabbie as much over coffee.

“But, it’s a job, like long term and well paying... and he asked me about editors I knew the last time I saw him. Plus, if you last for a while, you can put that shit on your resume. And he’s great, like the coolest, chillest dude ever,” she’s explaining, trying to win you over. She had told you all about his kids and ex wife, how stressed he was. And that he could pay big money because he was racking in the revenue from his relationship with Trisha Paytas. Still, working for one of the vlog squad basically meant working for David, and you weren’t interested in that at all.

“Yeah, no. I’m sure he is, but the vlog squad? C’mon. Why would I do that to myself when you noped the fuck outta that mess years ago,” you tell her, sipping on your latte.

“Because I’m not an editor, (Y/N). It’s not like you have to hang out with them. You just hang around Jason and edit his shit. It’s not that complicated,” Gabbie says, looking at you like you’re dumb. You roll your eyes at her.

“Maybe I don’t want to be associated with David Dobrik and his loyal servants when their party comes crashing to the ground. You know it’s coming. He’s the next Shane Dawson expose for sure,” you ramble, “Like, Dobrik is the next Jake Paul. At least that’s what I get from his Snapchat’s, does he do anything but try to sell his shitty hoodies? And prank people until they cry?”

“Yeah. He gives people cars all the time.”

“PR move!” You yell, a little too loudly for nine in the morning at a coffee shop. Gabbie jumps a little and brings her hand to her mouth, shushing you. Ignoring her, you continue, “Yeah, it’s sooo genuine, Gabs. ‘Hey guys, I sent my friend to the hospital last week for a poorly thought out, unfunny stunt. This week I’m buying my assistant a car! No motive, no PR team screaming at me from the sidelines. Nope, I’m just a super awesome, humble guy who appreciates the people who obediently follow me around like a puppy so I can make content that’ll have 16 year olds everywhere buying my shitty merch!’ Gimme a break.”

“Holy fuck, I know you’re a cynic, but you have gone full pessimist lately,” Gabbie laughs at your impression, shaking her head. “They aren’t bad people, (Y/N). David isn’t either, he’s just young and rich and a little dumb. And Jason is probably the most down to earth one of them. Just think about it.”

“Ugh, fine. Fine, just no more talk about it. How’s your book coming?”

You change the subject, firm that the phone number she programmed into your phone will never get any use.

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Then Defy Media goes under and Clevver, the main source of your rent lately, is done. You are out a decent paying job and next months check, you are royally fucked. Staring at the number in your phone, bent over on your couch, your thumb hovers.

You need the job. You want work, being at home with nothing to do all day makes you stir crazy. But all your points listed out about this still stand.

Fuck it.

You type out a quick message to Jason about Gabbie and his need for an editor with a link to your reel. You press send before you can talk yourself out of it. Then, it’s a waiting game. You’re scouring the internet for job postings when you get a message in return.

Hey! I’m so glad you hit me up. I desperately need help and would love to have you as my editor. Your reel is great! Can you meet for coffee in like 2 hours? I’m behind already and we can talk logistics.

You’re shocked. He must be desperate if he’s hiring you sight unseen and already getting you to work. But it’s a saving grace and more than you could of wished for. You’ll get a paycheck sooner and not have to worry about eviction. You let him know that’s fine and arrange a place.

The meeting goes well, Jason is a cool dude who doesn’t seem as wound up as your usual content creators were. You agreed on a wage (like 35% higher than your last gig, fuck yeah) and got to understand Jason’s edit style and post dates.

What didn’t shock you about the job, but you were hoping you could circumvent, was that you would be working closely with Trisha and David, as Jason often traded footage with both of them. And unlike Jason, they both edited their own vlogs because they had either, fewer responsibilities in their lives (Trisha), or were anal about their edit and wanted to do them personally (David). Great, great, great.

A jobs, a job though. You’ve survived working with some shitty people in your time and honestly didn’t think you’d have any problem on your hands.

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There are problems though.

Yeah... there are a couple.

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The first is Trisha. Well, she wasn’t a huge problem, but an obstacle. She was super insecure (you knew this going in) and the first time she came over to Jason’s and you were chilling on the couch, finishing up a vlog, things got tense. She knew you were hired, but she hadn’t met you before. You’d introduced yourself and shook the woman’s hands, wearing your usual editor getup of jeans and a giant hoodie, no makeup, hair not really done up but presentable enough for the public and giant headphones, to tune out the world around you.

You think that helped you because Trisha made a comment about how you were at least not trying to look good for Jason. You laughed at that, and looked her straight in the eyes with meaning behind them, and maybe a little intimidating,

“You couldn’t pay me into retirement to sleep with Jason.”

She’s taken a back for a second and you both look over to the man. You say no offense softly as the man shrugs, but don’t apologize or try to take it back. Trisha just snorts and says she likes you, claws retracting and a calmness returning to the room. Jason looks like a bomb’s been defused and ever grateful for you.

Bullet dodged... hopefully.

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The next problem is David...

He’s actually the rest of the problems you have with your new job.

See, Trisha got over her bullshit pretty quickly and began texting you once a week for specific footage with Jason. She would describe them well and stay on the phone while you found and verified the clip, and then you’d send them to her. No muss, no fuss. She was an editor’s literal dream.

But, David fucking Dobrik was a nightmare.

Constantly texting you about clips from things that weren’t recorded, but he’s “sure they were because Jason was holding his camera like it was recording”, or waking you up in the middle of night to make sure you weren’t using a certain song for a montage or outro because he was going to use it in the next week.

And that was besides the ridiculous amount of times David was reminding you not to post certain things that were gonna premiere on his channel first. Like, yes, it’s fine to tell you. If it makes David feel better that you’re hearing it from him and not Jason, FINE. But to text you every post day, over a dozen times? It was a fucking joke and has been going on through week four of your new job. And you’d had enough. You’d mentioned it to Jason, but he’d just shrugged it off as David being David.

Well, fuck David.

You’d never even met the man in person at this point in time, but he was living up to every one of your terrible expectations. That’s when the 14th text comes in, as you’re exporting Jason’s latest vlog and just leaning back to relax on the older mans couch. That’s also when you snap, hitting the call button on the text and calling the douchebag.

“Hello? (Y/N)? Why are you callin-,” he starts after a few seconds of waiting for it to connect.

“Hey David! Nice talking to you finally and not just reading your utterly demeaning and demanding text messages!” You start in, just letting loose all the irritation he’s caused you over the last month. “Super appreciate the literally DOZENS of messages you leave me on post day, not to mention in the middle of the god damn night the rest of the week. I’m glad you understand what an invalid I am and how the constant texts actually do help me! It’s absolutely not a slight to my four year education and years of experience in my profession. Or the fact that I do heed your words the FIRST time I hear them, because it’s my literal job. A job I have that actually doesn’t revolve around you. Crazy, I know!” Your voice is just dripping with sarcasm at this point. In your brief pause you can hear a soft, amused breath from his end of the call. It doesn’t stop you at all.

“Anyway, I just wanted to call and let you know how productive you’re making me, and thank you! I really don’t know how I would function in my chosen career without your undying, unrelenting, un-asked for guidance. Hope the vlog that just posted meets your standards! Leave a comment if it doesn’t. Just please, please don’t text me about it.”

And you’re slamming the end button before he can respond. You look up and Jason is standing in the entrance way to his living room, jaw dropped. And all he can say after lifting it off the ground is,

“I didn’t know he was texting you in the middle of the night! Yeah... fuck him.”

You’re glad this ends with you both laughing and not you being fired.

——

“Your editor’s got some mega fucking attitude, dude,” is the first thing David says to Jason, picking him up in the Tesla the next day. Jason just starts cackling at that.

“Yeah, whatever. Don’t text her in the middle of the night. Most people’s work schedule doesn’t extend to 3am, Dave. And I thought she had quite a few points. Like, she works for me. And she does in fact know how to skillfully edit my shitty vlogs,” Jason’s laughing this out and is glad to find David just as amused.

“I wasn’t expecting to get ripped a new asshole is all. I was in an Uber to some event and Natalie heard the whole thing,” David replied, kinda sheepishly.

“You’re just butt hurt that there’s someone in this world that doesn’t give a fuck who you are and is willing to talk shit to your face. And that now Natalie and I know someone put you in your place,” the older man retorts, pointing at him accusingly before going on, “I’m not reprimanding her for having enough of you. She’s doing great AND Trisha likes her. Fuck off dude. Just text her less.”

“What do you mean she doesn’t give a fuck who I am?” Of course this is the part of what Jason was saying that David focuses on.

Shaking his head, he explains, “Well, she knows who you are and is absolutely comfortable enough to basically call you a dick within the first month of being my editor. Also, Gabbie told me the first time we talked about her that (Y/N) hates working for the bigger creators on the platform, and that she thinks they’re all materialistic and out of touch assholes. So, you know, I thought she would be a perfect fit for me. I’m basically nobody. But you? There’s no love lost there from the beginning, but she’s obviously professional enough to keep from snapping on your ass for like a month. I don’t know, Dave. What? You want me to force her to care who you are?”

“No! That’s not what I meant. I guess I just figured-“

“Sorry, dude. Not everyone loves our golden boy. But she’s not a mean person. She’s never even mentioned it. This is what Gabs told me forever ago. Either way, she doesn’t have to be blown over by you to be my editor. Right?”

“No, yeah, right. I guess I didn’t think I was bothering her. I’d always hit you up the same amount.”

“Yeah, but we’re friends. She works for me. It’s different,” Jason’s explaining as David nods along, eyes on the road, thinking.

(Y/N) doesn’t like him? Everyone likes him! YouTube world or not, David was charming as shit. It perplexed him, stirring uneasiness in his chest. This was just going to be a challenge in his eyes now.

She doesn’t like him? That’s fine. She will though.

David guar-an-fucking-tees it.

——

David Dobrik sends you an apology Edible Arrangement. The good kind, all chocolate covered fruit.

There’s a card attached that says,

Jason’s last vlog def met my standards, so you obvy don’t need my help. I’ll stop being such a dick.

(See? I didn’t text you.)

-D

It makes you laugh fucking hard.

You find it a little endearing but also, yeah, you deserve an unhealthy Edible Arrangement. He probably has a contact at the fruit company for appeasing all the people he steps on to run his empire. You’re not special, but the thought is at least there. Whatever. He had stopped bombarding you with texts and had been much more polite in general, so you were more than fine with the whole situation now.

You had hoped this was the end of it.

——

It wasn’t.

——

[crimsonlocks]

GETTING  TO  KNOW  THE  MUN :

NAME :  Lucy. I am not english. Or american. No, I am 100 % german. NICKNAME :   I don’t have one. My name is so short! FACECLAIM :   I don’t have one. On my personal I use the devil beggar of Binding of Isaac, but like... I also like to change my pfp around a lot, so I prefer words. PRONOUNS :   she/her HEIGHT : 168 cm. I would be smaller when I would not have super long legs. My legs are honestly the biggest part of me. BIRTHDAY : March 19th 1986 AESTHETIC :   steaming hot tea, snow silently falling onto the ground, a fluffy cat on the lap, rain plattering against a roof LAST  SONG  YOU  LISTENED  TO :   don’t remember. Something on the radio. I think it was from Ed Sheeran. FAVORITE  MUSE (S)  YOU’VE  WRITTEN : So  this blog is still rather new and so I mostly have played as Ornstein and Laurence. I used to play a lot in message board or Skype with my WoW OCs though and in these, I really preferred to use either my OC, Lum, or my OC, Lathia. You can ask if you want to know more about them. They are some of my oldest OCs. Sometimes I wanna make an RP blog for them. How active is WoW roleplaying community on here? * GETTING  TO  KNOW  THE  ACCOUNT :

WHAT  INSPIRED  YOU  TO  TAKE  ON  THIS  MUSE: So Ornstein managed to be a big fav of mine when I first played Dark Souls and he killed me with this beautiful spear combo. I was like “My husbando now.” After I won this battle, I looked more into the character. I started to feel genuninely sorry for him once I finished the DLC. Like... all of his friends are dead? Aw, come on, that’s so sad. Then I started to slap headcanons on him. I jokeshipped him with Smough, but then it became serious and now the ship with Smough is like, one of the most important things about his character. I managed to think up a full story for him, from his birth to his death and I just loved the idea of this prideful knight, a hero known by anyone, who is actually rather shy and anxious when not in his armour, having to hold up a persona at all times and it takes a toll on him. So yeah, that is my inspo for Ornstein. Now let’s talk Laurence. Why should I even like Laurence?! Guy has founded the Healing Church, the single most shady institution in Yharnam. Has betrayed his own master. Turned the whole town into beasts. Dealed with stuff horribly. Turned into a beast himself. Killed my own hunter countless time when I was slashing at his butt. Ding, beast husbando born! Alright, seriously, his lore FASCINATED me. And like with Ornstein, the headcanons kept coming. I was thinking of him as this guy who genuinely meant well at the beginning, but then things got out of hand. He was forced in the role of a saviour that he didn’t really want, but took up on it and bore a crazy sense of justice out of it. Only when he was about to turn himself, did regret full back on him full force and he mourned that he never had been able to warn the others from the old blood, especially after he himself had brought it around. Oh, and Beast Laurence is just my kind of fix it AU. He broke out of his mindless state, managed to face his regrets and is now up for some fun. This nightmare won’t break him, nope! WHAT  ARE  YOUR  FAVORITE  ASPECTS  OF  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE :   For Ornstein it is his kindness. He always will try and help people. It mostly comes from being a knight, but he remembers fondly every kindness he got in his life and just feels that others have to be treated the same way. He can hold grudges though. Favourite part of Laurence? Just what a desaster this man is! He has some kind of massive ego and that shows in his whole story, even taking up the role of Yharnam’s saviour that he didn’t want and founding a whole church around it. It is fun to explore a muse that feels like such a polar opposite to Ornstein. WHAT’S  YOUR  BIGGEST  INSPIRATION  WHEN  IT  COMES  TO  WRITING : Hm, I don’t know. I normally look at the words or just the blank white and then write whatever comes to mind. Sometimes I think about it a bit more while doing other stuff. I can think best when playing Tetris 99 or lying in my bed awake. FAVORITE  TYPES  OF  THREADS :  Don’t know yet. I enjoyed the more wholesome and also the more angsty ones. BIGGEST  STRUGGLE  IN  REGARDS  TO  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE :  Hm, for Ornstein I could say that he sometimes can be a bit “Know-it-all” and I want to tone this part of his character down, that bites with his kindness aspect. I started to read the Ornstein replies a lot more to change stuff lately. I hope I managed. For Laurence, I am still getting the hang of the character, but I get it better and better I think. Most difficult thing is, to not let get this guy into full blown dorkness. He is still the Vicar of the Healing Church. Yes, he plays with cats in his free time and cuddles up Ludwig, but he shouldn’t be like this 24/7.

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