#Procrastinating writing old WIPs

[durgewyll]

wip wednesday ft. durgewyll

“I can teach you how to play that lute, if you want,” Wyll offers.

“What?”

“It’s Alfira’s, isn’t it?”

Ajax takes the lute off his back and lays it on his lap. It’s disturbingly pristine, clean of the blood he’d spilled. “Do you think it’s… alright?”

“You kept the lute for a reason. I assume it’s to honour her. What better way than to learn how to play it?”

Ajax studies the lute for longer. “I had no idea you played.”

“I was trained as a child. I didn’t appreciate it back then, much preferred dancing lessons, but… good music has a way of soothing a troubled soul.”

He hands the lute to Wyll. “Will you play something for me?”

Wyll can’t help but smile. “But of course.” He takes it. There’s a familiarity to the way he carries it with ease. Wyll tunes it by ear, then plays a sombre melody.

He’s right; it’s soothing. Ajax watches him play, and Wyll gives a shy smile. His heart flutters at the sight. The glow of the campfire illuminates his face, shining a light on his features. Wyll is… handsome. Attractive, even. Ajax quickly pushes the thought down. Wyll would never see him that way. Not after what he’s done, or what he may do in the future. His hand twitches with the familiar urge to maim. He balls his fist, white-knuckled, and focuses on Wyll’s fingers strumming the lute, the melancholic notes of the song, Wyll’s brows furrowing as his other hand glides along the neck of the lute.

Ajax scoots closer to listen in, scanning Wyll’s features as he plays the lute. The wrinkles around his eyes, the scarred lines across his cheeks, his neatly braided hair, his stone eye faintly glimmering in the dark.

He’s beautiful.

The music stops and Wyll looks at him.

Shit, did I say that out loud?

A voice speaks in his head: Not quite. Wyll smiles at him, making Ajax’s ears flush with heat as he looks away.

Sorry. That was supposed to be private, Ajax says through their cerebral connection.

I’m flattered, he responds.

With that remark, Ajax promptly severs the mental link, clearing his throat in an attempt to regain his composure. “You play well,” he says, hoping to move past the blunder he’d just committed.

“Lute lessons are still on the table,” Wyll says, handing the lute back to him.

“I… I’d like that.”

[journeyman-tier-fibercraft]

Been busy enough to justify a full round up for this WIP Wednesday. The TL;DR being that I'm back to being fully lace brained.

Blanket 10 is NEARLY finished. I've started attaching the last row and just need to finish out this row and then do a border (and give him a good wash, I've owned some of this yarn for years and it smells a little dusty). The nights are starting to get really cold here so I'll be happy to have it done, I just gotta force myself to work on it.

Doily 14 (Yarn | Pattern) needs to go on a longer needle but other than that is very fun and cute. I've decided to put it down for a bit to work on the next two projects but I expect when they get boring I'll go back to this. This pattern is surprisingly simple for a Neibling as long as you're prepared for the long pattern rows. Absolutely going to have to break out the washi tape to mark off my rows for the second chart, but the first one has been very easy lace knitting.

Unnamed project aka me fucking around to see if I can freehand this sweater design. I had started with a two row lace ("Honeycomb lace" from A Second Treasury of Knitting Patterns by Barbara G Walker) but honestly didn't find it fun to knit. So I transitioned to a favourite of mine (ssk, k2tog, yo twice). It's going a lot faster now tho it looks a little weird. I'm going to knit to the underarm and if it fits, it stays. If it's too small I'll rip all the way back and redo the shaping in this lace pattern instead with longer shoulder saddles. It's unfortunate that I didn't like knitting the honeycomb lace, I really like how it looks, I'll have to try swatching it in different yarns to see if the problem is just that this yarn has zero stretch (100% cotton).

I have decided I will put short sleeves on this tho. I had planned to just add ribbing for the arms but I saw a drop shoulder vest in a similar style and did Not like it, so this just saves me from having to rip back. I also think I'm going to have to leave this cropped, I'm not a big crop top person but with this yarn being cotton, having a full length body along with the sleeves is going to have the neckline very stretched. There may be no helping it regardless but there's no harm in trying. I imagine if this is does become something I wear it'll either be in the dead of summer or layered over a button up/some sort of top anyway, so a crop wouldn't be too uncomfortable.

Last but certainly not least is Shawl 14 (Pattern | Yarn). My precious Evenstar is coming along very well, I'm actually on the second to last pattern row before the set up for the border. I know the border is going to be a slog but I'm excited for it regardless, he's huge even all compressed on the needles. My self imposed deadline for him is April, but the border is only 56 repeats. If I can do one every other day I should be right on time, which sounds do-able even tho I know I'll get bored by the halfway point.

I need to keep an eye out for patterns for this yarn, I have a whole second cone plus what'll be left after I finish this shawl. These cones staring at me will probably be the push I need to settle on an Orenburg shawl pattern. (Or possibly a large Neibling, or one of MMario's patterns.)

[aziemniak]

So you know the idiom "[to be made of] flesh and blood", to emphasise the fact of the physical nature of someone? In Polish there's an idiom with basically the same meaning and purposes that you can use in translation 1:1 almost every time but instead of "flesh and blood" it's "blood and bone". Like these two languages from cultures that had slightly different takes on medicine and science in the days of yore still express different ideas of what are the fundamentals of the human body through sayings that are hardly ever thought about literally or analitically. Or maybe I should have done at least basic level etymology research and these two idioms evolved from two totally different contexts before going about a rant on my tumblr.com about how cool and sexy they are. Anyway now I wonder if other languages use different body parts for this idiom if they also happen to have this exact expression.

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

Fantasy Indies June: Day 4

We all know I'm a fan of slow-burn romances and found family stories, but I'm also a big fan of "who did this to you?" moments and was stoked to finally have a chance to put my characters into that situation. There is, of course, magic and some pretty cool worldbuilding in TSAF too, but the romance tropes are strong in this one😉

[evilyodastwistedworldofevilness]

So you guys ever heard of Will Wood? Yeah me neither.

It was a whole new sound and now it's in Lego form! I finally made another Lego Will Wood set after a year and 5 days! This probably took like a few weeks to make however i am a professional procrastinator so whoops!

More photos and a whole lot of text under the funny line!

Wow look at those guys go! I had a lot of fun designing this though unfortunately i don't really think this set could exist in the real world without some real major changes like most of these parts just straight up exist (no brick modified 1x2 with masonry profile in very light gray!?! what ever shall we do!?) however Studio 2.0 does a button that converts most of the non-existent pieces into real pieces

and it allows you to see how much the set would cost and let me tell you this thing would cost a pretty penny at $1095 dollars and 74 cents. Yowzers that's def a lot of money. My guess is that the minifigures are mostly responsible the huge price. (41 dollars for some olive green pants with black boots!?) Also the fact this set is made up with about 2987 pieces. That also might be partly why.

Anyway here's some more stuff

You can see the top two images as tiny photos in the Better than the Alternative room. Originally the third image would also be included but I thought that one brick with the screaming old man was really funny so Normal Will got left behind. Originally the therapy scene from the Love Me Normally music video would've been part of the main build but I couldn't really find a good spot to put it in so it was scrapped.

i dont remember why Memento Mori Will is sideways. I know it was an intentional choice.

I could only find one version of the night mic logo so I decided to recreate it but really quickly i decided to put my own spin on it instead of trying to make an accurate version. Since it's Lego and stuff I tried censoring it a bit but y'know uhhhh

yeah

I also had the idea to include the documentary crew from the Real Will Wood movie but I had the idea like realllyyyy late so I didn't really have a spot for them so I just opted to include Chris Dunne on the Love me normally section

actually typing this out i probably could've included them in like the hallway on the first floor but oh well

okay heres the characters okay im too lazy to write anymore ok buh byeeee

next post will have some wip photos n stufffffff ok weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[an-indecisive-nerd]

Introduction 2.0 (now with extra... something!)

I decided to make it a whole new post instead of editing the old one (yay new beginnings) partially because it's easier and partially so I could still have the old one so I remember what I said.

Anywhosies, let's get right into it shall we?

About Me!

Deadass forgot to introduce myself in my old intro, so let's do that this time.

My name is Madelyn, but most people on here call me Ain. I answer to either, so take your pick.

As my blog name suggests, I am a huge nerd. I've been writing since I was a youngster, and I assume/hope I'll be writing till the day I die. (When I say writing I do mean fantasizing about my characters and procrastinating doing any actual work.)

I mainly write fantasy or fantasy-esque stuff, usually with a splash of sci-fi and sometimes other stuff.

I have way too many ideas and 0 finished products, so without further ado, let's introduce the gang (wips) shall we?

What's Your Story

What's Your Story is the project I'm currently working on. It's a fantasy/sci-fi series that explores how people's stories are interconnected, how actions have consequences, and how everyone's lives weave together to create the history of the universe.

The first book primarily follows Melantha Tollemache, a sickly young girl who cheats death with the help of a mysterious entity, and now has to learn not only how to use these powers, but why she's been given them. The story watches her grow and her world expand as she tries to find her place in it. All while the threat of cosmic war looms...

Appearances Are Deceiving

Appearances Are Deceiving is a high fantasy/political intrigue adventure, here's the introduction to it:

Kairna and Taren are twin siblings, and the top students of the prestigious Hornfel Academy, the best school in the world. However, with a new and rather strange Director recently being put in charge, the school's reputation may well be on the line. Without the protection of the school, things will go south for the twins fast, but something about the new director seems... off. Whose side are they on?

We All Lie Amongst The Thorns

We All Lie Amongst The Thorns is a dark fairy tale retelling.

The story centres around Rosalie, a young woman who lives in the woods with her adopted mother. She knows she was abandoned by her parents, but her mother won't tell her why or who they are. She eventually decides to try and find out what happened for herself, leading her to be on her own for the first time, putting her at the mercy of the world her mother once protected her from.

Nearly Parallel Lives

Nearly Parallel Lives is a eclectic mix of genres blending together into a self indulgent fever dream.

Strange occurrences have been happening all over the world. Odd, seemingly unconnected events centred around people who have never met. But invisible threads are pulling these people together, as they struggle to figure out why they've been chosen for this unexpected adventure. Or were they chosen at all? Maybe it's all a coincidence. FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON- (shut up)

The Enchanted Forests

Fun little fantasy project inspired by Howl's Moving Castle and a weird dream I had.

The population is expanding, and the cities are expanding with it. They're beginning to encroach on the Enchanted Forests, sacred forests that previously humans never dared touch, and the forests protector, the sorceress Arcana is not having it. But when the media paints her as the villain and all the other sorcerers have long since gone into hiding, fighting against human expansion is becoming an increasingly daunting task, and at this rate the forests are going to be cut down despite her best efforts. Arcana needs allies, more sorcerers to join her cause. And with everyone else in hiding, it looks like she's just going to have to train them herself.

Survival is a Team Sport

Apocalytic sci-fi thing!

It started out as any normal day. Then the world ended. Okay not really, but if apocalypses exist, this is one. Survival Is A Team Sport follows high schooler Camryn Bird and his group of friends as they try to survive the chaos that has descended upon the world. Things like murderous bunny rabbits (Jasper and Zac, the only ones who watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail, were terrified), fog that makes you forget your name, and the sky randomly falling are all things these kids have to contend with as they try to find their families if they're still alive, and find out what caused this apocalypse.

Like A Movie

This is a romantic tragedy, also this is the only story I've introduced that doesn't have any fantasy elements in it.

The truth is, Lucian would love to "find someone", as everyone tells him he's supposed to someday. These girls seem very nice, but none of them really interest him, no matter how much they seem to like him. Does that mean he's a bad person? He's not sure, but one night after a particularly awkward date, he wanders into his favourite bar and encounters someone he's never met before. Usually Lucian's not one for socializing, but his name is Caspian and he's got the brightest smile, the most infectious laugh, and no one's ever prepared Lucian for this.

Twisted Inspirations

Woo! This one's new and different. I have no idea what genre you'd call it, but oh well.

The thoughts of a strange and reclusive young woman are written down for all to see. Follow her through her journey as she desperately searches for inspiration and keep her company. Something about this story is odd though. Different versions seem to be happening at once. Which one is real?

This story is actively being posted on my sideblog @the-muse-of-chaos so if you're interested, check it out! It's pretty dark, so tw for mentions of sh and drug abuse and the like.

And I think that's all for now! I'm putting the tag list under here, sorry if you've already seen my old one, but this is just where I keep my tag list for convenience.

@pheonix358 @unforgettable-sensations @littleladymab @megamijadeheart @my-bright-legacy

@ominous-faechild @thecomfywriter @wyked-ao3 @anamelessfacelessnerd @differentnighttale

@mysticstarlightduck @the-letterbox-archives @leahnardo-da-veggie @paeliae-occasionally @tr4sh-p4nd4-404

@oliolioxenfreewrites @aalinaaaaaa @sm-writes-chaos @seastarblue @corinneglass

[sweetshuga]

── Sweetshuga’s wips and upcoming fics

ⓘ Ignore the dates I'm a procrastinator and I'd rather start a new fic instead of finishing my old one 🤗

ᯓ Pretty Please? 2 (started: october 29th 2024)

ⓘ second part of a mini series || fwb!chris x reader || smut

ᯓ What I Want (started: november 10th 2024)

ⓘ first part of a two part mini series || chratt x reader || smut

ᯓ Lover’s Rock (started: january 29th)

ⓘ oneshot || fwb!matt x reader || angst + smut

ᯓ Tease (started: february 15th)

ⓘ oneshot || fwb!matt x reader || smut

ᯓ Love Me (started: february 17th)

ⓘ oneshot || bf!chris x reader || smut

ᯓ Мой Мармеладный (started: february 17th)

ⓘ oneshot || fwb!matt x reader || smut

ᯓ Captain Save A Hoe (started: february 17th)

ⓘ oneshot || bf!chris x reader || smut

ᯓ Superman (started: february 17th)

ⓘ oneshot || fwb!matt x reader || smut

ᯓ Slut Me Out (started: february 17th)

ⓘ oneshot || bsf!chris x reader || smut

ᯓ All I Need (started: february 18th)

ⓘ oneshot || bf!matt x reader || smut

ᯓ Wish You Were Mine (started: march 11th)

ⓘ possibly a series || bsf!matt x reader x bsf’s brother!chris || angst

ᯓ Miniskirt (started: march 13th)

ⓘ oneshot || fwb!chris x reader || smut || requested

ᯓ Die With A Smile (started: march 30th)

ⓘ a series || bsf!matt x reader || angst + thriller + smut + fluff

ᯓ Favourite (started: april 6th)

ⓘ oneshot || ex!matt x tattooist!reader || angst + smut + fluff || anniversary special

ᯓ Kiss Me Baby (started: april 6th)

ⓘ oneshot || bf!matt x reader || fluff || requested

ᯓ Me Gustas Tu (started: april 17th)

ⓘ possibly a series || bsf!chris x reader || fluff? angst?

Isa’s rambling ۶ৎ Chat, I’ve shit ton of stuff going on and I’m writing all of them like simultaneously for some damned reason so bear with me (plus I’ve requests on my other account).

© all rights reserved – sweetshuga.

[pedgito]

wip wednesday

tagged by @perotovar, @guiltyasdave & @yxtkiwiyxt <3

listen. we're procrastinating shit right now and i'm craving so much dbf!joel that i have buried myself in a six part (so far) document appropriately titled dilf chronicles for the foreseeable future

she's horny as hell but i'm giving the tamest bit i can while i write to avoid the stress of life rn 🤠

“So,” Joel beings after a long growing silence and a chunk of time on the road as your cross one leg over the other and stare quietly out the window, feeling lost on how to approach the situation as you’ve clearly grown and changed, a similar pinched expression that both his daughter’s carried when they were bothered or annoyed, all in the brow and drawn together, your fingers scratching absently where you were gripping your bicep, “how’s college been treatin’ you?” “Fine. I’m not gonna sit here and bore you to death with astrophysics so don’t ask,” You quip with a subtle smile, “If my dad can’t keep up I know you sure as hell can’t.” “Is that an age joke?” Joel asks genuinely. “I dunno, gramps,” You shrug, “is the moon round?” It was rhetorical, right? Joel chuckles at how easily you fall back into your old banter. “It’s not,” You tell him, “just so you know.” Joel's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "The moon's not round? Since when?" You can't help but laugh at his bewildered expression.  "It's actually slightly egg-shaped. Technically, it's an oblate spheroid." "Well, I'll be damned," Joel mutters, shaking his head. "Learn something new every day. Guess they're teaching you all sorts of fancy things at that college of yours."

np tags: @chaotic-mystery @kedsandtubesocks @ovaryacted @joeloverture @jolapeno @hauntedhowlett

[pimosworld]

Never have I ever

Kinktober Prompt-Voyeurism,Squirting,Polyamory

Pairing -Will Miller x f!reader x Tf boys x f!reader

Summary-You and the boys play a game and things take an interesting turn.

CW-18+,MDNI,NSFW, Voyuerism, Smut, Fluff, Rough sex, Dom Will, mentions of anal, mentions of MM dynamics, restraints, mentions of safe word but no use, established poly relationship, Unprotected PIV, cream pie, squirting, aftercare. Appropriate discussion of past relationships.

WC-4K

A/N- Set in the story of us verse but can be read as a stand alone. Reader is not race coded, no use of Y/N. This is my current WIP procrastination, when lightning strikes you must write. My first kinktober prompt. I just reached 400 followers and this is 4000 words so I’m gonna take this as my follower celebration as well.

[Series Masterlist][Main Masterlist]

“Ben, are we seriously playing this?” The five of you are situated comfortably in your usual spots in the living room and somehow the younger Miller has convinced you all to ‘make things more interesting’ in his words. 

  “I’m too old for this.” Frankie mumbles into his beer as he downs the rest. 

  “We know…that doesn’t mean you’re getting out of it.” You chuckle briefly as Santi’s hand skirts higher up your thigh under the blanket. He’s been slowly torturing you as you relaxed on the couch, all of you decompressing and going over your week. It was a new ritual to discuss the ins and outs of your time apart but it seemed Ben was growing tired of the normal mostly mundane conversation.

  “Hands up let’s go.” The impatient Miller barks from his spot on the floor, too big to fit anywhere else and you're always unsure of why Will won’t just get a bigger couch. You suggested a few months ago that it would be nice for all of you to be able to relax together. He agreed but evidently it takes time to find the perfect one. 

  Everyone reluctantly puts their hands up, Santiago opting for one hand because he can’t pry his other from the warmth of you under the blanket. The other part of you knows he’ll probably lose this game and he doesn’t feel like putting too much effort into revealing how much of a slut he was before he pulled his head out of his ass and finally told you how he felt. 

  “Both hands, Pope.” Frankie chides from beside you and Santi squeezes your thigh before drawing his hand out and flipping him off. 

  This game was an odd choice, almost completely out of left field. The five of you knew almost everything there was to know about each other. Although you’re sure the boys know a lot more about their respective sexual escapades than they know about yours. Nothing among these men is ever done by accident, you’re just waiting to see the angle that’s being played so you don’t end up trapped. The confused and amused looks on the others' faces has you a little at ease since it seems this is a solo mission for Ben and those didn’t always go as planned. 

  “I’ll start since it was my idea.” Will sends you a look from across the room as to say of course and you’re acutely aware that he hasn’t let out one protest or sign of stopping this game. You’re almost positive it’ll come down to you both in the end and he knows it judging by the smug look on his face. 

  “Never have I ever faked an orgasm.” You roll your eyes as you put one finger down. Maybe you were going to lose after all. The chuckles from the others don’t help your embarrassment, even though you should hardly blame yourself. It doesn’t need to be clarified that since you’d been with all of them there was no need to fake it anymore, but it was definitely known by all that you had to in the past an ungodly amount of times. 

  You brave a look up from the carpet that you’d all but memorized as you see Ben's wide tooth grinning at Frankie beside you. You look over just in time to see Frankie put his finger down as the redness creeps up his neck. He’s staring daggers at the younger Miller and Santi’s chuckles send vibrations through your body as you lean into him. 

  “How did she not know?” You ask him in the sweetest tone, no judgment behind it, just genuine curiosity. 

  He scrubbed his hand over his jaw, his calloused fingers digging into the patchy part of his beard. No doubt thinking how long this night will be if we have to explain each finger down,but of course that’s always Ben’s plan. He wants to draw this out for as long as he can. 

  “I pulled out and spit on her back.” He says it so sheepishly you almost feel bad for him. An image flashes in your mind and you make the mistake of looking over at Will who is doing his best to not completely lose it. You cup your mouth trying to suppress the giggle but it’s far too late. 

  “Laugh it up honey.” The funniest part is how could anyone not be thoroughly enjoying themselves when Francisco Morales is behind the wheel, but you figure it’s their loss. 

  You wrack your brain for something you’ve never done that they may have.Blowjob,one night stand,sent a nude photo,had sex in public…those are all out. 

  Will interrupts your thoughts as he speaks from the loveseat. “Never have I ever had a threesome.” He just saved you in more ways than one as you see Benny and Frankie glance at each other as they put a finger down. Santi tsks beside you and you don’t even have to look over to see he did as well. 

  You miss the look Santi shoots Frankie above your head as he makes a mental note. Ben may have been a thorn in his side at times but right now he could kiss the ground he walked on. Unbeknownst to you this has turned into a silent competition of memorizing everything you’ve never done,each time you don’t put a finger down he clocks one of them. He doesn’t even care that he’s about to lose as the room thrums with sexual tension. 

  As you predicted you and Will have the most fingers left. You have three,Will has two and Benny has one that he’s been holding onto for dear life. Santi and Frankie had long been out, Santi rejoins the group after refreshing your drinks. He knew he hasn't missed anything since it was getting harder to think of things as the game went on. 

  You need to get Ben out and you were sure this next question would. If it also took one down for Will then you would just be getting lucky you guessed. 

  “Never have I ever done anal.” Santi stifles a moan next you as Frankie not so subtly adjusts the growing bulge in his jeans. You were so focused on winning that you have no idea how thin of a thread they were holding onto. Frankie’s been fighting the mental image of checking each thing off your list one by one. Santiago isn’t faring much better not having realized how much innocence was still lying dormant in you. 

  Ben concedes as he grabs the pillow he was using on the floor, your brace for the moment that he decides to toss it at you only for him to place it gingerly in his lap. 

  “Welcome to the club.” Frankie mutters under his breath as you stare down Will who now has one finger up…interesting. 

  “Never have I ever been tied up.” Fuck

  You put a finger down and wait for the responses that eventually never come. Will was playing dirty, he knows for a fact you’ve been tied up. It had only been a week since he asked you if you wanted to try it. 

  This was it,you had to go for the kill…but how bad did you want to win? You know there’s only one way but it will certainly come at a cost. In the end the cost may be worth it. 

  You raise up on the couch sitting back on your heels,proudly displaying the two fingers you have left. You can’t chance a look at anyone besides Will or you might chicken out. Frankie’s fingers grip nervously at the blanket that’s fallen next to you. He wants to reach out and touch you, the only sound over your beating heart is the rustling of the couch cushions as Santi leans forward just into your peripheral vision. Breath in…Breathe out 3,2,1. 

  “Never have I ever made someone squirt.” You say it so fast they almost don’t catch it…almost.

  “Ha…he’s never made anyone…” Ben is silenced mid sentence as Will closes his fist and leans back into the seat. He doesn’t really care that he’s lost, in reality he’s actually won this game. Judging by the shocked looks on their faces or Ben’s mouth hanging agape. You didn’t fully think this through, your brain was clouded with the thrill of winning. 

  He almost feels bad for you as he says the momentary look of triumph quickly turns into one of defeat. It’s written all over your face as the realization sets in that you’ve completely fucked yourself, you would be a horrible poker player because you just revealed all your cards. If this were a lion's den you were a fresh piece of meat. 

  A drop of sweat trickles down your back as you lower your hand slowly to place it on your thigh. The room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. 

  “Prove it.” Santi’s voice is so close to your ear you nearly jump out of your skin. 

  Will tilts his head at you as if to challenge you. This game was far from over and you’d be damned if you were going to lose. You stand from the couch and walk over to him. Four sets of eyes watching your every move as you grab his hand and pull him to stand. You raise your eyebrows as an acceptance to his challenge and he starts to lead you away from them toward the hallway. You sense no movement behind you as you make your way to his bedroom. 

  “You boys coming or not?”  A small stampede sounds behind you and you chuckle picturing them trying not to trample each other as their bodies catch up with their feet, no doubt all thought having left their brains. 

  ****

  Santi’s lost count, has it been five or six times Will has brought you to the edge only to pull away and deny you what you so desperately want and need. He’s no stranger to this game but he doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on by it. Watching from a whole different viewpoint. Being a spectator is thrilling and watching you writhe and chase his touch after each denial makes his cock achingly hard in his jeans. 

  Frankie’s not doing much better as he tries to follow Will's rules he laid out before starting. If you want me to show you then you don’t touch her unless I tell you to. The captain in him didn’t come out often anymore but when it did he commanded respect. 

  Ben stares on with excitement and curiosity written all over his face. He watches as you grip the sheets, your chest heaving as sweat beads down your forehead. Will told you not to touch yourself and Ben didn’t know you could be so obedient. 

  Wills got you so on edge you can’t be shy anymore about the way you beg for him and plead for him to let you come. A far cry from when you first entered the bedroom. 

  He had slowly undressed you and instructed you to lay flat on the bed. He crawled over your body kissing and biting his way up your thighs and your stomach. His hand caressed your breast as his tongue laved over the other. It was too much and not enough as your eyes met the others standing in the room. They’d all seen you in this position before but something about them watching suddenly has you feeling vulnerable. 

  “Look at me.” He leaned in and kissed you, deep and passionate as his hand gripped your waist and his tongue prodded your mouth. An expert distraction to bring you back to the moment. 

  “It’s just me and you.” It was the last thing he said to you before he methodically took you apart right before their eyes. You knew he was taking his time, putting on a show. He wasn’t simply going to make you squirt and move on like some conquest. He wanted to draw this out, show them what he was capable of. 

  He started with his mouth as his breath ghosted over your slick folds. He looked up at you through hooded lids one more time to give you a chance to back out, when you gave no indication of wanting to stop he dragged his tongue expertly through your slit. Parting it with his thumb as he dove in circling your clit. You were a goner from the beginning as he brought you to the first cliff only to leave you hanging. You cried out his name in desperation as he dipped two fingers in, pumping in and out as he bit down on your thigh. The pleasure and pain mixed in with you on display had your nerves alight. 

  With each denied release you can feel the pressure building in your core, it’s so close you can taste it on the tip of your tongue. You can taste yourself as he leans over you again kissing you through your whimpers as your body shakes beneath him. 

  “Will please…” Your sweet voice begging is like music to their ears. Frankie would give you whatever you want if you asked him but Will doesn’t budge. 

  “Please what sweetheart…I can’t read your mind.” 

  Son of a bitch he’s trying to kill you. 

  For all his resolve Santiago can’t help but be impressed. Even if this sudden burst of confidence is all a show for them he has to admit he would’ve caved by now and just went straight for the finale. 

  You’re not even sure when Ben and Frankie sat on the bed leaning against the headboard beside you, or when Santi sat at the end to have a perfect view of your pussy clenching around nothing as your arousal drips onto the sheets below. 

  “Please Will, I need you inside me…I need to come please.” You’re practically crying as he shushes you, his cock leaking precum on your stomach as it twitches in anticipation. He’s not going to be able to last much longer at this rate either. 

  He leans back on his heels as he grips the base of his cock, slapping your clit and dragging it through your slick as he slowly prods your entrance. The noise you make almost has him buckling as you sigh into it finally having what you want. 

  He starts at a slow pace as he wraps your legs around his waist, he can see the way your face contorts with every slap of his hips against yours. You can feel every vein and ridge as the lude sounds of your sweat and slick echo in the room. 

  You can’t see it from where you are but Frankie’s itching to touch you, desperately wanting to break the rule as he watches you try not to touch yourself. 

  Ben is mesmerized as he watches your breasts bounce with every thrust of Will's hips, he wants to latch onto you and bite down until you're screaming his name, but he knows his brother would do more than scold him if he so much as tried to touch you right now. 

  Santi’s waiting…waiting for any sign or movement as to how he does it. He’s thoroughly enjoying himself but he’s seen nothing new, nothing he hasn’t done to you a dozen times over. Any indication as to what Will has managed to do before the rest of them. It’s driving him a little mad as he watches you beg for it like you’ve never had it before. 

  You can feel the tension building as Will picks up his pace, he shifts your legs to either side of his head as he punches the air out of your lungs with every thrust. He brings his thumb down rubbing fast circles on your clit as you try to grab his wrist. That all too familiar feeling has you keen and arch your back. “Grab her hands.” Frankie moves before you can think, your wrists gripped tightly in one of his palms above your head. 

  “Wait…please.” He chuckles under his breath as his chest heaves with the sharp movements. Not mere seconds ago you were begging to come and now you’re begging him to stop. 

  You crane your head back and lock eyes with Ben, his eyes are etched with worry as he lays there helpless to your pleas. “Will!” 

  “She’s fine…aren’t you sweetheart?” You can’t think, he’s fucked you so dumb you cant remember your own name let alone formulate a sentence. “Yes.” Is all you can manage. 

  “She knows what to say if she wants to stop.” He grits through his teeth as his orgasm steadily approaches, his thighs burn and he’s surely bruised your calves as he grips tightly to them. 

  You’ve never safe worded with him and you don’t plan on it now. It feels so good as the searing hot sensation creeps up your spine threatening to take purchase in your brain. “Please don’t stop.” 

  He gestures to Frankie to grab the pillow, who moves with lightning speed as he situates it under your back. Santi looks at your face then, and he finally sees it. The look of panic and bliss as you succumb to the inevitable. He’s seen this look before but he ran from it afraid that he might hurt you. Will punches something deep inside you as he lifts your hips, the sound you make bordering on pornography while your arousal coats his stomach almost forcing him out of you completely. 

  He thrusts once and twice before nearly collapsing his weight onto you as he comes through your high. He releases your legs as he leans in to give you a kiss. Will was nothing if thorough and he always made sure you were okay. It’s in this moment that you truly feel like it’s just the two of you and not aware of the blissed out expressions of the other men. 

  “You did so good for me.” He pants out against your mouth as he desperately tries to catch his breath. 

  You highly doubt this is what Ben had in mind when he suggested this game but it ended much better than any of you would have anticipated. 

  Moments pass and you’ve just barely recovered. You’re in need of a shower and some water as you try to move slightly, the grip on your wrists tighten as you look back at Frankie. 

  Do it again. 

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Tagging a few who might be interested

@csarab615 @syrupsstuff @ghostslillady @uudelally @onefinnedwonder-fm @thedreadandthefugitivemind @romanarose @scarletthefierce

[loloelia]

Hasnt it been a while since i posted art ?

Ive not been dead but ive been quiet ,with not art :p

I realy wanna try and post more art or wips or whatever i can !!!!

Dont count on me posting a lot ,but ill try my best!!!!

Lots of rambles down below !!!!

Alright im just gonna make some organisation stuff here

Fifth sibling

Im gonna take a while to make the first chapter because i always struggled with that , if wont be on Ao3 ,i wanted to try but i really just cant ,in my head ive been planning the story ,some plot point and while its not great its a start

Comic wise ,ill try and do some but dont hold your breath for them ,because i procrastinate a lot ,but im always trying m'y best to make stuff !!!! (The one i have planned will be first sent to my mutuals because i wanna stay safe on the internet ,and you never know!)

When its comes to normal art ,ive been thinking about some pieces ,for exemple one that id like to do that is inspired by a beautiful piece of my dear mutuals(sorry for the tag) @scared-lantern ,its Slight's sanctuary , while Eko doesn't have a temple ,nor cult ,ive been wanting to do a piece of a place they love to go to , i might also make some Narinder and Eko art because i havent talked much about these two despite them being quite interesting , one that i really have been wanting to do is about Shamura and Eko ,these two need to be talked about more !:D I might do some quick sketches of places that are important or that i like (eko's "room" in shamura's room ,and well shamura's room lmao ,might do leshy's temple too,maybe ,possibly)

The promises of death

(aka my basic au)

No writing planned for this one thank gods ,but i should talk about it more i think :p

I have a LOT of comics i want to do ,well like.... Around 3, but that's a lot to me! :^ one to show how its starts ,one for Narinder's developpement in the cult , lamb's relationship with everyone(forneus,chemach and everyone else !),and some other i forgot about but ill find them !

For art pieces ,i dont have anything ,those ideas come and go and i dont have a good memory ,but pieces might be posted sometimes or not idk :/ ill make some sketches of the cult grounds ,lamb's tent,the temple ,and the work room of the lamb !

Sweet ocs

By that i do mean Spooder, Snuggly,Hannah and Hazel ,no writing for them planned either , but i could talk about how they came to be if im bored enough

More comics !!!!!!! Spooder has quite a bunch of stuff weirdly enough ,one where this spider acts stupid and goes to learn about WTF ichor is (aka my excuse of why i dont draw his fourth pair of limbs), another one to explain how this kid managed to live for almost a thousand years , annnnnd one that's more about the state of the world after Narinder's tantrum,but Spooder is my only oc who was alive back then , also *ahem* @alllgator-blood you know what's coming for you 🫵(its been a wips for like .....6 month lmao) Snuggly too has some comics ,mostly him being a lil brat with everyone around him ,but maybe ill do one of his back story ,will do one for Hannah though , and id like to do one about the two interacting, now Hazel has only two comics as of now ,one about her meeting with kudaii and another of her being a angsty 17 year old lmao

Wow that's long

Maybe ill do some art piece mostly silly ones for fun so yeah :/ but ! I will do new ref sheets because the old one sucks ass>:(

Lives-long nightmare (aka my goat au)

HAHAHAH never talked about this one yet !!!!!!>:)

Ill try and write some info about the state of the world and stuff but nothing else i think:)

Two comics for now !!!!! One of goat and Narinder's equivalent in this world(i dont wanna spoil even if its obvious) and the other is about the goat travelling to the lamb's world !:)

Ill do a bunch of art for sure !!!! The designs first ,then Silly ones ,and a lot of stuff thatll come to me later

Also would you look at that one of my ocs made it and became important enough to make it to the story guess who ?.....yeah its Hazel she'll be important to the plot she wont be mentioned by name but shell be there.....well not alive but still here she might get some art and a few panels long comic about her and kuddai because thats what's important to the story.

Alright i think that's it !!!

I should be more active now !!!!

If i tagged you while you didn't want to tell me ill take it away :(

But that's it ive been nervous about this but now its posted so eh

[0oolookitsme]

It's Buzzcut Season, Anyways!

Eeeeekk!!!! Hi Hi everyone!! I hope you are all doing well, here comes the first post of the year! <3

So.. It is my birthday today, and I'm very excited to tell you that I'm introducing to you, another one of my pairings! This a little excerpt from the fic (wip) I'm writing about this chaotic pairing, and I really do hope this gets you as excited about their story, as I am! This was supposed to be up in December but for some reason, I didn't post it?? Anyways, other than that, you shall see more, further on in 2024 :)

Also, shoutout to @cupid-styles and @elioslover for picking my ice hockey!Harry to be the one to get a buzzcut, hahah! My indecisive self (who lowkey wanted you guys to pick him), could've never 💗

All the love always, A.

Verse - NHL Player!Harry x Figure Skater!Y/n (uni era)

Word Count - It's just an excerpt so it's short!

Warnings - None that I can find but if there are any, do tell me and I'll edit them into this!

Y/n is reluctantly trimming Harry's hair when her nose feels funny, and she sneezes. Its good though, that Harry asks for her opinion regarding a change that he would rather appreciate.

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Y/n sat on her unmade bed, hair unbrushed and messy since she woke up from a 3-hour nap. Her fingers typed away on her laptop, her face showing zero signs of any stress regarding the assignment she's going to have to turn in un-edited.

Probably because of the breakdown she'd had before taking nap. She'd been so stressed that she had drawn blood from her lips and broken two of her nails -- which was rather disappointing to her considering she'd got them done not so long ago in the honour of the upcoming season of winter.

The temperature was still as hot as summer, but half of the world was snowed in, and she wanted the peace of mind that winter brought her; so, she deluded herself into thinking that it was indeed her favourite time of the year.

A silent burp made its way up her throat, as she drank the day-old diet coke she'd been drinking before her meltdown-that-leads-to-an-amazing-nap.

Just as she slurped on the last sip that wasn't anything but melted ice, she heard the door to the flat open and her eyes rose up just in time to catch the sight of a sweaty and out of breath Harry, through the open door of her room.

"Y/n?" He called for her, walking towards her room when she only hummed in response. He passed her an apologetic smile on reaching her doorframe, and she knew he was going to ask something of her that the both of them know she wouldn't be willing to do quite easily.

"I need your help," he grinned at her. "...And Immediately."

She looked at him suspiciously, before deciding to shift her focus back on her assignment, knowing that he would lure her in if she were to continue looking at him.

But Harry was at once kneeling beside the side of bed she was sitting on. With his hands joined, he contorted his face in a way that looked like he was about to cry. "I beg of you, please! If you don't help me right now, my life will be ruined forever!"

Y/n's eyes had fallen into untrusting slits by now as she minimized the document that she had been writing in. "What is it, Harry?" She asked him in a monotonous tone, shutting her laptop as if procrastinating the essay any longer would be a great help.

"Cut my hair."

Instantly her jaw dropped open. Shaking her head, she began reopening her laptop and Harry took a hold of her wrists. "Harry, there's no way!" She yelped as he began making her get off the bed.

"I'm not asking you to give me haircut like Zayn!" He exclaimed, as if that'd ease her. "Just trim it a bit," he shrugged, walking out into the small living-room with Y/n thrashing behind him. She even threw a few hands at him, but he had a feeling that she wasn't as opposed by the idea as she was pretending to.

He pulled out a chair in front of the mirror that, though they had been living in this flat for nearly two months, had yet to be pinned to the wall. "C'mon, you work at a salon -- surely you know how to trim a guy's hair," he teased her, knowing that questioning her abilities would get to her and she'd cut his hair better than any hairdresser ever could.

Looking at her reflection glaring at him through the mirror, he winked at her before bending down to unzip his bag. He pulled out an electric trimmer from inside it and handed it to her, pulling the towel from the coffee table that he had left there earlier in the morning.

Once done draping it over his shoulders, he handed her the trimmer and added a touch of his puppy-dog eyes even though he knew they simply don't work on her.

"Okay. If you end up bald, don't complain then," she grumbled before running her hand through his hair. "Is this sweat or did you wash your hair after practice?" Her face was already contorted in disgust, like she knew he surely couldn't have done the latter.

"Don't you worry, I washed it after practice," he assured her, looking at her as if she should appreciate him.

She turned on the trimmer and held his hair in sections by one of her hands. "Why didn't you go to a salon?" She asked him, trimming the hair on his sides with her mouth parted.

Harry shrugged and immediately retorted when Y/n shrieked, mumbling an apology. "The salon's too far. I don't have the time to get there; got a handful of assignments to turn in before midnight." He told her. "And I mean, saving some money never hurt anyone."

"You do realize that I've put doing my assignment on pause to do this silly shenanigan with you?" Her eyebrows rose up as she fired another question at him. She suppressed a smile when he passed a dimpled-lopsided grin to her. "God, I hate you," she said, and a smile slipped on her lips as she moved to the other side to trim the rest of his hair.

She had no reason to be doing a parttime job at a salon, it wasn't going to help her in the future in any way, but it did help her in the present with its money. The money she got by being apprenticed to a dance company went straight into the flat-bills and some other necessary purchases that she couldn't avoid.

But she wasn't complaining about it. Living among frat people was a nightmare for her. She did have fun with people but being a clean-freak and a morning person didn't match well with the frats. They did love her dearly, but when Harry came in asking if someone would be willing to be his flat mate, everyone had chanted for Y/n. And, when he asked Y/n at the rink, she had quite literally jumped at the opportunity and in the joy of the moment, hugged Harry with a tight grip that still had his heartbeat rise whenever he thought about it.

With her touching his hair, Harry's heart was beating so hard in his chest that he was afraid it was going to break a rib. His eyes never once left her reflection in the mirror, not with the way she was being so careful and serious. Her lips had parted without her knowing, and she wasn't even blinking often enough.

That was when Harry saw a hair-strand fall in her face, and her face scrunch up in a way it does when she's about to sneeze. He saw as she turned to sneeze in her elbow -- a habit that she still hadn't gotten rid of. He shifted his gaze down on his hands in his lap, to prevent her catching him staring at her.

When Y/n caught her breath after the sneeze, her eyes grew wide. Her hand began shaking as she brought the other hand to cover her mouth, looking at his head in horror. She wasn't sure if she should laugh or begin spewing apologies and decided on the latter one.

But as she opened her mouth, Harry looked at her. "Should I just buzz it off?" He questioned her and thought that she had paled at the thought of him going bald. "I mean, the match season is finally over. I don't have anything to do but study, do my parttime and of course practice hockey." He shrugged explaining his point of view, looking at her to help him decided.

"S-sure! I mean, you'd look good with any-any type of haircut." She was shaking and stuttering, but Harry was too lost in his train of thoughts to question her. "A-and its buzzcut season, anyways!"

That seemed to be helpful for Harry. He smiled at her, "Shave it off, then. I'm basically on vacation from tomorrow... and I guess I'd really appreciate a change like this!" He was back to grinning and Y/n's sweat was beginning to cool off.

She imagined sitting with Harry on a sofa on some ordinary-night with her feet in his lap like he were her closest friend and telling him about today -- a movie playing on the lowest volume possible in the background. She stopped herself before she could get lost thinking about his reaction and mess up even his buzzcut.

[indecisive-authors]

hello my child 🙂‍↕️ please tell me about the How I Solved My Murder title for the WIP Tag Game! 💐

Yes ofc parental figure🙂‍↕️ (also I’m so sorry I only just now thought to check in my drafts and I found it XD)

How I Solved My Murder is an extremely vague idea I’ve had for a really long time but only really recently started writing because I procrastinate all the time :D

Here is a tiny bit of the writing! (TW, blood/some gory descriptions and mention of suicide)

Alayna lets out a sickening cry as the knife drives deep into her stomach, her hands clawing desperately at the handle.

Pain. That is all she feels, all she knows. There is too much noise, too much light. She just wants it to be over.

Please, God, let this be over soon.

“Lainey!” a voice screeches, but it’s too far away.

Alayna’s shirt is stained a deep crimson, and blood drips from her mouth as she chokes out, “help…”

The last thing she sees is a man’s face looming over her, his face twisted into a small, sad smile.

Ren

I didn’t know the girl who died. Not really. She was in my grade, and I had exchanged maybe five words with her our entire Freshman year. But tomorrow, we’ll be Sophomores.

Or… I will.

Her name was Alayna (I still need a last name for her haha). She committed suicide on August 12th, one week after her 15th birthday. Alayna’s 20-year-old sister, Jayna, found her lifeless, bloody body curled up in the middle of her bedroom floor.

We have an assembly at school tomorrow morning in her honor.

Thanks for the ask😌

[7frenchfries]

[ Sally Face Char. Analysis/Headcanons. ]

(Sal, Ash, Larry, Todd/Neil)

ALPHAS BACK W HER SHITTY AU, what i think it would be like if the cult wasn’t involved in their universe (yet) and they got past hs, main cast is estimated to be 18-19/freshman in college since thats how old I was when I first started writing this, i’m a procrastinator leave me alone :( , (some of the HCs will include the main protagonist but i tried to separate them for people who don’t care lmao), Dw tho most of these are just ab the main characters, we're borderlining between canon/non here, erm- can you tell i was watching south park while writing this?, also if u know me irl don’t think ab how hard I'm projecting onto these characters, take a shot everytime i say ‘really’ or ‘just’, you’ll end up on the floor, additional oc's don't have anything rn bc I'm still figuring out the tl so i’m gonna separate them from ppl who don’t wanna read.

( disclaimer: since he's the main story love interest, Sal will eventually have NSFW hcs at the very bottom of his list once i stop feeling embarrassed about it/ will be linked away for ppl who actually wanna check it out/)

My Sally Face playlist if u wanna listen while reading. DONT come at me if you don’t think it’s accurate, I just use it while writing for SF 🐺

My Sally Face Masterlist (WIP)

(additional oc’s sold separately at the bottom)

(Old fanart I made for my fic last year. Can you tell my brain has been infected?)

❅ Sal Fisher.

▪ He’s obsessed with the flavor of mint(?) only buys mint flavored toothpaste, gum, and well- mints. It's not even for his breath (necessarily) he just eats them like candy.  

▫ Often had panic/anxiety attacks when he was a kid, it’s a lot better now that he’s gotten older but it used to be very bad before he moved to Nockfell. 

(Has never taken Gizmo to professional training, but the felines learned to work/manage around Sals anxiety during an attack and can tell when other people are beginning to get anxious.)

(Bought himself a small cat plushie that looks like Gizmo to hang off his backpack.)

▪ The pink bit of his prosthetic is a piece from his previous mask (the last one was broken from an incident before in Jersey). When Sal and his mom were hospitalized after the attack, Sal chose the color for his mask since he knew pink was his moms favorite and wanted to surprise her when she woke up. 

(He never got to show her because she died of organ failure during the recovery period. So now, Sal just keeps his prosthetic mismatched like that to carry around a piece of his mom everywhere.)

▫ Sal can’t really remember the color of his moms eyes, in his memories she’s just a hazy mob of blonde hair and soft smiles, but his dad used to say he had his moms eyes when he was younger.

▪ The best at words of affirmation. He appreciates physical affection (very very very much), but just isn’t used to it. Likes to reassure and praise the people he loves (doesn’t need to be in a romantic sense, he just cares a lot about the people who choose to be in his life, yk?).

▫  Smells like leather, cigarettes, and mints. He doesn’t wear strong cologne since his nose is sort of sensitive around them.

▪ Adapted this habit of staying ungodly still while he sleeps, continues doing it when he first wakes up in the morning too. He literally looks like a corpse and no one can ever tell if he’s actually sleeping or just laying there. 

▫ Has a fascination with magic tricks. (sorry guys it the undiagnosed ‘tism) specifically with coins and cards. He carries around a pack of playing cards with him at all times to fidget with (wears baggy jeans/cargo pants with lots of pockets that are always full of things(?)). 

(can’t be sneaky AT ALL ‘cause if you hear keys and shit jangling from down the hall, you just know it’s his ass.)

▪ Owns a knife collection and likes to do little tricks with them too. He’s also pretty good at knife throwing but at the expense of hidden holes left around his room due to bad aiming that he covers up with band posters (One time he and Larry played a game of tossing knives at apples stacked on top of each other’s heads and got caught by Lisa. Safe to say that was quickly put to a stop.)

▫  Hard of hearing in his right ear, his auditory nerves are slowly getting worse overtime so he wears a hearing aid. Sometimes if he’s feeling sassy when fighting with Larry, he’ll just take it out and be like “can't hear you,” shrugs and ignores him for like ten minutes (pisses Larry off because he knows Sal can literally hear him just fine from the other ear but he likes being dramatic to prove a point). 

▪  Self-proclaimed professional ghost hunter. He has trouble sleeping at night so sometimes he’ll just go to random places and walk around for hours. He finds abandoned buildings or areas that just give off an unsettling vibe and then text the gc his location being like ‘we should ghost hunt here’/‘lots of ghostly aura’.  

(for some reason everyone just goes with it more often than not, if they’re available at the time. There’s a duffle bag in the back of Sals truck filled with ‘hunting gear’ the groups accumulated over the years, most of which were just mini-projects Todd made).

▪ Actually has a pretty broad music taste. Only really dabbled in metal before meeting Larry. (listens to Weezer, Larry shits on him for it but he could care less.) 

(Deftones changed his life.)

▫ Sleepwear is strictly flannel pants and whatever top is appropriate for the season. (granted, only 1/3rd of his pants are actually his, the rest are stolen from his dad or Larry /pretty sure there's at least one pair of Todds/)

▪ Goes thrifting with Larry high (hits the bong in the car before going in /not based on personal experience lol/).

▫ Owns two pairs of shoes; beat-up old red converse from highschool and some thick black boots (decorated w chains n junk).

▪ Gizmo has a habit he’s adopted from when he was a kitten of hanging off Sals shoulders like a scarf. When Sal was younger (and smaller) he’d do it to choke the boy but now that he’s a bit bigger, Sal just walks around the apartment carrying him casually. 

▫ Skateboards but only at night; he’s a fast learner but he’s also a little clumsy so he falls quite a bit. (to get away from all the stares he and Larry /sometimes the gang/ will just go when it’s deserted. Larry takes the opportunity to smoke and draw large murals/ graffiti art on the courses.)

▪ A relatively safe diver. He’ll need a little help with the blindspots if it’s dark out but overall compared to Larry or Ash, he’s a saint.

▫ He does do drugs sometimes (lmao sorry y’all). It's not as bad as it used to be (and trust me, it was bad) but he’s tried a lot of different substances before. It mostly stemmed from being prescribed a shit load of pain meds when he was a kid after his facial surgery. 

(He knows it's terrible for him and that he needs to quit but he aches for temporary quick-fixes to distract himself /he’s self aware and it keeps him up at night).

▪ It didn’t really become a habit until highschool and he did a pretty good job at hiding it from his friends until Larry found him unceremoniously passed out in the bathroom one morning. 

▫ Yeah. After that he kind of had to cold turkey it and force himself to detach from hard substances. It's been a while since he’s relapsed and he strictly only partakes in one joint a week with Larry but he’s learned to like the mello feeling of inhaling second hand smoke. 

(Kind of why he was originally hesitant about getting on prescription medication for his depression/ that and he hates the hazy numbness that lingers afterwards.)

▪ Refuses to touch alcohol though, mostly because he grew up watching his dad turn to a bottle rather than deal with his own feelings so I don’t think he’ll ever really consider it (kinda also the reason why he’s so grateful to Lisa because Henry improved a lot after moving away from Jersey and getting a new job). 

(he isn't sober but he really is trying to be better)

▫ Sweet tooth like crazy but has a knack for sour candies, but like-obscenely sour. (Freak.)

▪ Anemic, this man is literally transparent (sorry). You can see the veins running up and down his wrists tho :) (‘n some of them pop out a little bit/ even more so when he plays guitar).

▫ Cold hands. Skinny-ish fingers, but they’re long and his finger knuckles are a bit bulky. (The skin is surprisingly soft despite the scabbed scars on his knuckles.) (like i said; self improvement at a linear rate or whatever.)

▪ Kind of becomes a workout junkie with Larry towards the end of highschool when he first tried getting off substances. (He can’t really overwork himself because of his asthma at times but he’s learned to enjoy it) They used to go to the public gym but now have a set up in Larry’s room. 

▫  Loves beach/lake days with the group, hates swimming/or getting his hair wet. Sure, the idea is fun but the water’s always cold, and his clothes always feel heavy and sticky- no. (the most you’ll get out of him is dipping his feet ‘n legs into the water and that’s it)

▪ Still wears old band-tees from middle/highschool but since he’s a bit bulkier now they fit a lot better. 

▫  Has a 200+ photo album of nonsensical twitter posts/memes he giggles at (will send in his new favorites into the group chat monthly) 

▪  Slight jersey accent lowkey, was way more prominent when he first arrived at Nockfell. It's drowned out more now, but whenever he’s angry/annoyed, it’ll slip through a few syllables. 

▫  Learning how to speak spanish. Lisa and Larry teach him a little bit day by day (even though Larry definitely had a period of time where he was tricking Sal into saying unhinged shit without knowing).

(Sal found out and shot Larry in the face with a water gun shortly after/ now he no longer trusts Larry anytime his brother asks him to repeat certain phrases he doesn’t understand yet.) 

▪ (sassy man apocalypse tbh)

▫ Has the kind of ‘tism where he’s obsessed with music. Writes and composes his own songs written in a (diary) journal hidden inside his pillow, but there’s no way he’d actively show anyone else. 

(Sometimes when everyone is hanging out together, he’ll play them some chords but refuses to tell them where he heard it from, likes pretending the secret music he makes is some other underground artist he’s gatekeeping lmao.)

▪ Has created multiple playlists dedicated to his friends, gets really into it and then spends hours curating them.

▫ Piercing count : snake bite, 5-10 mm gauges in his ears (i'm not too familiar with the sizing for them but like a pinkie size), two helix and a tragus on his right ear, one helix on his left (he had another but that one healed wrong so he let the hole close up) and two lobe studs above the gages. 

(not a piercing but his tongue is forked lol. He’s into body modifications lowkey but only because he’s like there’s nothing worse than getting shot in the face. Lmao sorry.) 

( not that educated regarding piercings but i tried) 

▪ (exclusively) wears silver jewelry. His favorite is a ring that was apparently from his deceased grandfather on his mothers side; it’s a thick band with a shiny black diamond encased in the middle (it only fits on his thumb tho).

(wears specifically chunky vintage rings)

▫ He only has sparse patches of eyebrow hair on the side where his scarring is so he cut a slit into his brow on the other side to ‘match’ (Larry did the same thing on his right eyebrow to copy Sal in HS before he got his piercings).

▪ Does wears makeup (it’s only really eyeliner/and sometimes a dark eyeshadow but nothing for his face, his skin is too sensitive and it causes breakouts underneath his mask if worn for prolonged periods/ he has to be careful around his scarred eye too, nothing too close to the waterline or else it might get irritated). Has tried gothic makeup before, in the comfort of his own room. 

(One night, Larry woke up to some sounds coming from down the hall and in his half-sleepy ridden state, he nearly shit himself because he thought he saw a ghost. In actuality, it was just Sal coming out of the dark bathroom, face ghostly white with black markings sharpening his features, and the surrounding darkness did NOT help (Larry’s vision is shit. He literally thought he saw a demon again). Sal- (who was sleep deprived, running off three Red Bulls and a pack of cigarettes) only blinked in confusion when he heard Larry's door slam shut because he thought his brother was sleeping already but didn’t think much of it before sluggishly making his way back to his room.)

(nightcrawler Sal who refuses to turn on the hallway light at night when he goes to the bathroom because it’s “a bother”. He thinks everyone’s being concerned for him when they ask him to turn the lights on, when in reality he’s just accidentally scaring the shit out of his family atp.)

▫ Wears black nail polish most of the time but he doesn’t mind other colors, his favorites to use are purple or red.

▪  Has a very intricate spine tattoo that vaguely resembles a thin abstract centipede Larry designed for him (starts from the very edge of his back hairline, reaches down to his upper tailbone).

▫ Owns a display box full of different eye prosthetics. He's played around with a bunch of different colors and fun pupil shapes before but usually just sticks to colors similar to his own eye.

❅  Ash(ley) Campbell.

(kinda sad bc I feel like I don't have enough hcs for Ash :( I looked up as much as I could but there's not a lot of fics/hcs for her. )

▪ Has a younger brother (Benjamin) there's quite an age difference between them (19 and 4 years old). She adores him though, dresses him up every halloween/holiday and has a photo collection of his costumes throughout the years. 

▫ Her motorcycle is an old bike gifted to her by her dad when she turned seventeen. That same summer, she learned how to work on it, fixing it up and cleaning out the gears with her dad.

(Ash being one of the only other people in the group that has a normal relationship w/ her parents lmao)

▪ Chronic nail biter so they’re always short. Uses black polish religiously, doesn’t like extensions because they never last long and get in the way (the last time she got them, she ended up chewing through the acrylic/ tastes like actual shit and she swore never again).

▫ She has a spam/private account on every social media page, mostly just live tweets while hanging out with the guys to complain about them (I say them like it’s not mostly Larry doing stupid, loud shit in the butt-fuck middle of nowhere during a ghosthunt).

▪ Post low-grade quality pictures of Larry so people will stop simping for him (it doesn’t even work, they always want more of him). 

▫ Loves watching long commentary videos about Reddit forms, her favorites are the shitty two horror story sentences and AITAO.  

▪ Has a pet garter snake! His name is Riddler (don't ask, you don't wanna know) but she calls him Ridley. She has a personal preference for reptiles and has owned a few different ones before. 

▫ Used to be a theater kid all throughout middle/up till early high school (still listens to Hamilton like it’s her dirty little secret).

▪ Smells like jasmine and kinda earthy(?). Likes the smell of jasmine perfume because it's her moms favorite scent.

▫ My favorite man hating lesbian fr, always putting Larry in his place. 

(that being said, they both bring out the competitive side from each other, drinking games are the worst because at that point they’re just trying to see who can withstand blacking out first)

▪ Ash usually only takes photographs but has been dabbling with video recording as of late since she does them for the groups ghost hunting adventures (it’s mostly just to keep track of things and watch for ‘anomalies’).

(The closest thing you’ll get to a group vlog is funny clips she posts from editing the ghost hunting footage.)

▫ She’s kind of a lense/camera freak (like markiplier iykyk), Ash has owned a lot of different cameras over the years and has gotten to know what specific things she might like about them. So now, she’s kind of picky about her cameras- she just wants the perfect pictures fr. 

▪ Her walls are lined with polaroids. She likes taking nature shots whenever the gang goes out to explore any woodsy area but most of her favorite pictures are ones of her friends or family. She got her first baby camera when she was like twelve and hasn’t stopped since then so she’s taken A LOT of pictures. There are some in boxes, hidden away in her family's attic, but most of them are inside picture books she’s collected and curated over the years.

▫ Loves the concept of being a plant mom but will literally kill anything green within a 10ft radius.

▪ Not strictly monogamous, she’s pretty open about sexuality and intimacy. (not in a bragging way, but bc she doesn’t think sex is something that you should be afraid of(?) (in moderation ofc).

▫ Has freckles! She mostly only has them on her face but they come out more in the summertime. If it gets hot outside and she wears a top showing skin, you’ll see the speckles of them on her back and chest.

▪ Also not that easy to win over romantically. She’s just having fun for now but she’s not against a relationship (has yet to find someone she’s serious about, but when she does meet someone she's into, she will be upfront about it pretty quickly).

▫  THE girl's girl- she loves women. not even because of her sexuality she just appreciates women sm, and would give the world to make a girls day (even if they’re strangers).

▪ Mapple is her childhood best friend, they met in middle school at theater (maple was more of a tech crew girl tho).

▫  She's not into self-deprecating humor. Especially if you're her friend, she doesn’t like it when people put themselves down, even if it’s meant as a joke she won’t find it funny.

▪ Still has yet to cry in front of any of the boys. She advocates for communication and talking about your emotions but still tries to look strong in front of others. (it's the eldest sister in her)

▫ Her bedroom walls have been the same eye-itching vibrant purple color since she was a little kid. She hates it(?) but kind of loves it(??) so it’s staying for now. Most of her walls are covered in pictures and posters anyway, so it’s easy to ignore.

▪ Confrontational, will address an issue with you if she thinks there is one (it's only bc she cares about her friends, yk? She wants there to be no miscommunication because she thinks it could be easily avoidable).

▫ Piercing count : Has a smiley, a stud on her left nostril, and an industrial on her right ear.

▪ Likes metal but prefers softer-more alternative/indie-rock vibes. 

(her playlists are best for late night drives home)

▫  Laser tag god. Her and Larry are pretty on par with each-other skill wise, she’s good strategically and is stealthy/ Larry shoots like a madman but he's fast, puts his whole pussy into full body dodging an attack (there's definitely been times where they decided to team up and take out everyone else to share the prize. 50/50 chance at the end where one might betray the other just to gain an upper hand).

▪ Comfort accessory is her biker gloves; plain-black leather and fingerless. It’s practical for her bike and she thinks they make her outfits cuter (she’s right).

▫  Leftie, learned how to use her other hand but her handwriting isn’t as consistent with her right one. (Larry calls her the double handed devil.)

▪ Has perfected her everyday makeup look, has been doing it since highschool (she used to wear falsies but is now a mascara girlie, chalk it up to laziness tbh)

(Black eyeliner 4ever tho. You could never make her get rid of it.)

▫ Ultimate sleeper build. She’s tall, the third tallest out of the main group and she’s lean too. If she doesn’t wear hoodies or sweaters that hide her figure, it wouldn’t be hard to notice the slight muscles that protruded out with her every move. 

(She doesn’t work out as often as Larry or Sal but she still looks so good omg.)

▪ Erm. Also in my AU, Ash is kinda masc(?) she just likes wearing boy clothes because they’re more comfortable and she hates wearing a bra. 

(She still sluts it out every once in a while tho, don’t get me wrong.)

▫ Has cut and colored her own hair since early middle school. In her sophomore year, she chopped all her hair off into a really short pixie cut because it honestly felt like deadweight. She’s been wearing her hair short ever since, now she doesn't really let it grow past her chin.

▪ She’s actually gained a few followers online (like A LOT) since she’s so active and is relatively popular. She doesn’t talk to everybody but she’s nice to her classmates and other acquaintances, so people love her.

(Her feed is entertaining to viewers since she’s always out doing something, either by herself or with the gang. Most of the time, she just posts pictures she takes of her friends or parties they go to.)

▫ Started sending in overly dramatic, heavily fonted texts into the group chat after seeing it online. Todd hates it so sometimes the others will copy her and button spam in glittery fonts and emojis until Todd turns his phone onto DND.

▪ Look- Ashley’s known her friends for forever, practically most of her life by now. And she loves them, she really does, but god was she happy to finally befriend another girl other than Maple.

❅ Larry Johnson. 

▪ Larry is unlabeled, he doesn’t have any specific preferences. He gets crushes easily but they never really evolve more than that. He’s never been in a committed relationship yet, the longest relationship he had was with Ash in freshman year (they dated for like a week before they realized there was no romantic chemistry).

(they laugh about it now)

▫  Likes to skateboard (has a collection of old boards hung on his wall) and he’s pretty good at it. He broke his nose when he was sixteen attempting a kickflip (drunk) off a stair railing. It healed back a little crooked ever since. (also chipped his right front tooth in the process) 

▪ He has a shelf above his bed lined with a miscellaneous bong collection. He's gathered a few over the past year, either gifted to him or bought by friends.

▫  Obsessed with incense so his room always smells like them to cover up the persisting weed scent (an ex-situationship introduced them to him and he just picked up the hobby).

▪ Currently working two jobs, a pizza place and a part-timer at a tattoo shop. He's planning on quitting soon to be a full time Tattoo artist.

(he’s already given most of the gang piercings/or tattoos)

▫  Tats and pierces himself, he can manage fine with getting tats but cringes at any type of piercing needles. (also HATES getting shots) it’s kind of funny considering how many piercings he has but each time he gets a new one, he still acts like a baby about it. 

▪ Larry had a stillborn little sister, devastated by her loss; his parents never told him if they had a name planned so he came up with one on his own. Isabella. (sometimes he’ll look at the stars and talk to her, calls her Isa)

(Larry never knew of his dads.. Otherworldly origins but he does feel a pull towards the stars and sky. He finds it funny how they bring him comfort and he doesn’t even know why.)

▫  Strictly only buys watermelon flavored gum.

▪ Got called out by teachers a lot when he was still in school. He’s not a terrible student, and it’s not like he’s trying to be rude; he just believes that people should earn his respect. And it's not hard too, as long as you’re not a dick, Larry’s pretty chill but he’s too laid back and blunt for old people to tolerate (granted, the everlasting weed stench that sticks to his clothes everywhere he goes doesn’t help much either).

(not inclined to listen to positions of authority, other than his mother) (‘respects where respect is due’ or whatever that one guy said)

▫ Type of bro to keep one arm around your shoulder after a hug. He’s already as tall as an oak tree, but since he’s started working out his arms are HUGE. (basically, he gives the best hugs)  

▪ Barely cares about his personal hygiene (sorry y’all but trust, he was WAY stinkier in hs) but has an in-depth, weekly hair care routine where Lisa will oil his scalp while he complains to her about whatever drama is going on at work or school. 

▫   Lisa waxes his eyebrows too, or threads them (depending on her mood) (which btw he has those perfect 2016 eyebrows istg). 

▪ Smells like weed, and faintly of campfire smoke and maple. He has a specific cologne that he’s always doused head-to-toe in (Sally doesn't let him spray it inside the car or else he’ll start sneezing like crazy so Larry has to wait until the drive is over to spray himself down). 

▫ Hot tempered. He can easily get irritated by others if they say the wrong thing the wrong way (can control it better if he’s around his friends). But on the off chance someone is messing with say Sal or the girls? Larry’s stepping in like an overprotective mama bear, doesn’t matter how big the other guy is, he’ll still take him on.

(He’s the eldest of the group, and even though he’s usually the one causing trouble or being silly, he still feels responsible for everyone if anything happens (and Larry draws the line when it comes to harassment towards his friends))

▪ After finding bands he likes (if they’re popular enough) he’ll watch movie documentaries/or video essays about the group. 

▫  Does, in fact, own a friendship bracelet making kit for when he and his friends are stoned (wears whatever bracelets his friends make for him on his left wrist/ shows them off at work to his coworkers like a proud dad). 

▪  Owns a lion stuffie from when he was a child, it’s dirty and tattered (basically looks like a questionable dishrag) but he refuses to let it go. 

“His name is King Bart and he will be buried with me when I die.”/ “Dude, what the fuck?-”

▫  Sometimes puts his hair into a braid while he’s painting, other times he’ll just use a claw clip he stole from Ash (pre-lesbian chop).

(doesn’t like it if strangers touch his hair but will let the girls play with it; braid, brush, doesn’t care as long as he can keep himself busy.)

▪ Bad vision, istg he’s always squinting at everything. He isn’t even high; he just can’t see and refuses to wear his real glasses (even though they’re literally sitting on his nightstand). 

▫  Has SO many moles and body freckles. His skin is really sensitive to scented products and he has mild eczema. (it’s mostly on his shoulders/upper arms and chest) 

(since Yuné has eczema too she’ll help/remind him to apply his ointments) 

▪ THE cockiest mf during a game, doesn’t matter if it’s something small or even if he’s absolute dog shit at it. (WILL shit talk you throughout the entire game to piss you off/catch you off guard. but if he ends up losing, he’ll act like he let you win/ ignore the fact he came in last place)

▫  Has a ‘secret’ pet rabbit named Bombon. He still hasn’t told Lisa about her (she literally knows). He originally bought it because he felt bad for blowing up Mrs. Gibson's rabbit but he was too nervous to actually give it to her. 

▪ Second to Todd, he’s also a hardcore gamer, he likes horror games/or anything with co-op. The whole gang will get on occasionally but it’s mostly him and todd. (he was an among us fanatic when it first came out/but not in the meme way, it was his special interest for like five months and he forced the others to play with him) 

(type of mf that would keep count of how long someone spent at a task station and then accuse them of being the imposter. AND HE WAS RIGHT TOO.)

▫ Into video games but not that big of a fan of general social media. He just doesn’t really think about it since he’s always so busy, doesn’t feel the need to post things unless it's his art or if he and the gang went somewhere together (but will also be the first person to like your post/tweet). 

(def has notifications turned on for all his friends)

▪ Always found a way to get a job ever since he could have one. He’s skilled in random things because of the different amount of odd-jobs he’s had over the years. 

▫ He also has a motorcycle that was gifted to him from Lisa, originally owned by his dad, so it was pretty old but Lisa wanted to wait until he was a bit older to ride it. (Mostly out of concern for his safety lmao) Ash had to help show him how to clean and get it working.

▪ He usually just drives his shitty Honda accord bc it’s more convenient going to and from his jobs in a real car. But sometimes he and Ash will ride their bikes together. 

▫ He’s the type of mf to wear a tee-shirt while it’s literally snowing outside and would still make fun of you?? For being cold???

▪ People might think he's a bit of a troublemaker but he really does care about what his mom thinks of him. It would kill him if he ever disappointed her, they became a lot closer after his dad’s disappearance and he doesn’t want to see Lisa in a state like that ever again.

▫ Chronic head-patter. He towers over everyone in the group (even tho he and Todd are pretty close in size, it doesn’t stop him) so he’s always giving someone a head pat, or keeping an arm around them. He’s just rlly touchy but and doesn’t even realize it, his body just moves that way naturally.

▪ Needs at least two hair ties if he wants to wear his hair up, which is why he prefers claw clips.

▫   He’s helping Sal learn spanish but if anyone asks him to translate a meme that he thinks is actually funny, he won’t tell them what it means (and then he’ll save the picture for later while just giggling to himself).

▪ Piercing count : Has a septum, bridge piercing, two on his left brow, two helix in his right ear and then stitched out gages (his tongue is pierced too)

❅ Todd Morrision/ Neil Douglas.

 ( I put Todd and Neil together bc I don't think I have enough for either of them, also I see them as an unbreakable pair, cannot make a head canon for one without adding the other. #soulmates)

▪ Todd is a horror fanatic, specifically for sci-fi heavy plots, anything with a lot of technical charm and visual effects. Neil will sit through them for Todd (he enjoys them, yeah) but he prefers shitty rom-coms, though. When they have movie date nights, the two of them will just binge watch Aliens and Neil lets Todd quote basically all the lines (even if they both have the movies memorized at this point).

▫  Neil smells like neroli and freshly brewed coffee/ Todd smells like vanilla and baby powder. 

▪ Neil is a coffee enthusiast, but not in the performative tiktok way where he makes a show out of drip brewing, his daily coffee to water ratio intake is insane. 

(he also eats those little caramel flavored candies all the time, and keeps at least two in his wallet.)

▫ Todd will drink coffee but only black (like a FREAK), he usually prefers energy drinks but they lowkey taste like battery acid. (Yuné made the mistake of taking an offered sip from his can during lunch and almost hacked all over the table).

▪ Toward their final years of college, Todd and Neil move into an apartment together and invite the gang out to go home decor shopping with them. (candle shopping w them>>)

▫ Todd experiences hand tremors and is epileptic.

▪ Todd is also a part of the eczema gang lmao. Usually appears on the back of his hands or forearms, it's mostly because he likes to experiment around with his inventions and shit gloveless (Todd says fuck OSHA).

(not really, he just honestly forgets and hates the feeling of his hands being suffocated).

▫ Todd is the one in the relationship who has to get the spiders ‘n bugs because Neil will shit his pants if he sees one (one time Neil saw a spider in the corner of Todd’s tub during a shower and he shrieked so loudly Sal even walkie-talkied them to make sure the apartment wasn’t being haunted again).

▪ Bonus: Todd doesn’t even care at all about the bugs. If it’s in his own house, he’s honestly fine with them existing there as long as it’s not an invasive or poisonous species. But he’ll take them outside for Neil, just to get him to calm down (doesn’t quite work bc Todd grabs them with his bare hands and that freaks Neil out even more). 

▫ Neil goes to a different school than the gang on the outskirts of Nockfell because that's the closest beauty school (it's about an hour drive from the Addison apartments but he still comes down to see Todd every weekend).

▪ Neil is a cosmetologist, specifically a hairdresser. Todd is currently a psychology/engineering major.

▫ When he’s not coding or making an experimental engineering project, Todd likes to play video games. He’s literally goated man idk. It takes Todd less than a day to become really good at a game.

(Irritates Larry because he’ll literally be the one to introduce Todd to a specific game, only to find out a week later the redhead is significantly better than he is). 

▪ While Todd's considered the more quiet one in the group, when he’s with Neil, he never stops talking. Whether it’s about school, or games, or his latest fixated movie series-  Neil is a great listener, so it’s really easy for Todd to feel comfortable around him (not that he isn't comfortable around his friends but with Neil it’s different).

▫ Todd doesn’t like needles either but Larry convinced him to get one tattoo so the latter could get his “practice” in ( so TODD HAS A SMILEY FACE ON HIS BUTT IDC). 

▪ Neil’s chill with needles, he actually really likes getting tattooed by Larry a lot. Surprisingly enough, Larry’s pretty serious about his passion for tattooing and he makes the experience enjoyable ( included with small talk and snacks). 

▫ Neil makes fun of Todd every summer because the redhead is just as transparent as Sal is so he cooks under the sun. Give it like ten minutes before Todd's all red and sweaty- god forbid he shows his arms to the sunlight without some form of protection, he’d literally burn alive.

▪ Neil is the type of boyfriend who’s really sweet and affectionate, likes to do things romantically by the textbooks/ but the way Todd shows affection is by calling him dude bro and doxing anyone that messes with Neil (jk kind of). 

▫ Okay, Todd doesn't dox people… but if say Larry was getting pissy over voicechat with some random dick during a game.. All he has to do is send Todd the message and the poor guy will suddenly find his home address leaked in the chat.

❅ General Group Hc's.

(super random but since i was in school i thought about this)

▪Larry has super coarse/thick hair. It’s not tightly curled, but the natural beach waves go CRAZY. (you’d think this man goes to sleep in a roller set omfg) His mom has naturally curly hair but her curls have fallen out over time from heat damage. (Lisa just usually wears her hair up anyways but she has thought about bringing the curls back) 

▫  Sal’s hair is pretty fine and straight. (it’s SUPER soft tho). He cuts his own hair with his dads old straight razors. He never brushes it so it keeps its poof shape(?) (if you dump water on his hair he’ll look like a wet cat) 

(he’s naturally blond) re-colors his hair every two-three weeks. (also i can’t remember if this is canon or not/ but i hc that since he and his dad aren’t super close, henry decided to color his hair to match w sal/he’s kinda awkward but he’s trying to make an effort)

▪ Ash has medium-coarse hair, it’s pretty straight. (before her big chop) her hair was really heat resistant so it never stayed even if it was curled. In highschool she used to have random strands of colors throughout her head which faded out. (by the time of senior year she cut it all off into a short-short pixie and has been growing it ever since/w some regular trims)

▫ Also side note but Todd has really curly hair but was never taught how to maintain them until he met Neil. Since then Todd and Neil help each other with their hair, Todd’s trying to learn how to do natural/protective styles for Neil (he’s gotten really good at semi- freeform locs bc it’s Neil’s favorite way to have his hair). And Neil will help him detangle and moisturize his hair after a shower while they talk or relax.  

(Larry never really felt the need to cut his hair but WAS convinced into getting an under layer buzz cut in sophomore year that he’s currently growing out (around that time he did wear his hair up a lot))

▫  (when she had longer hair) Ash and Larry created a routine of pulling on each other's hair. At first it was an accident, Ash just wanted to get his attention for something and tugged on his hair (it wasn’t even hard) but after that Larry did it back to her in retaliation (MUCH HARDER THAN SHE DID) (he’s so brother core omfg, like a literal menace to society). And then the game just kept going on from there. 

(okay, now let's pretend I didn't just spend the last five minutes talking about literal hair. I'm insane, ik.)

▪  Larry likes black licorice, Yuné likes the red kind; Sal and Ash just hate licorice in general and definitely poke fun at the other two for subjecting themselves to it. (i don’t really see Todd being a BIG sweets person but i do think he like sour candies) 

▫ Larry and Sal have a tradition where they hangout once a week up in the treehouse alone. They just smoke and listen to music, talking about their shitty days or letting the silence comfort them when things get too much.

▪ Ash forced Yuné into watching Gossip Girl for like three days straight, started off as a ‘go piss girl’ joke Yuné didn’t understand and suddenly they’re three seasons in (i’ve never watched an episode of GG). 

(The group has monthly sleepovers, the designated place will rotate between each person’s home but if they’re sleeping at Ashley’s, her and Yuné will force the boys to watch Rupaul's Drag Race w/ them. Larry and surprisingly Todd(?) really like Bad Girls Club/ messy bitches that live for drama tbh.)

▫  Since both Todd and Larry are horror movie connoisseurs (self-proclaimed), the latter likes to propose absurd questions to the group like ‘which movie villain would beat who’  or ‘would you smash freddy Krueger for one night if it meant your insides could withstand his claws’... shit like that. 

(And Larry takes his horror movie debates VERY seriously, even if you find better contextual evidence against him, he’s still standing his ground)

▪  Sal runs cold so he’s always wearing socks (white socks only) but Larry refuses to wear them inside the house no matter how cold his feet get. Sometimes he’ll put his cold feet on Sals leg just to bother him (like when they’re playing games to throw him off/or at the dinner table. Usually ends with them ‘playing footsie’ (they’re kicking each other as hard as they can in the shins))

▫  Sally’s chronically online in the way where he likes to scan the internet to save funny, relatable memes/ Ash IS chronically online- but to the point where she knows everything that’s happening right now on each of the forums. Larry’s too busy to be worried about social media stuff but he does enjoy getting the occasional low grade reaction pictures from Sal, and Ash always keeps him updated on any current events on the timeline anyways, so there’s no point. 

(Sometimes Ash will talk with brain rot vocabulary and it throws Larry off so hard. But it’s funny watching his expressions afterwards when she tries explaining it to him)

 “... that’s stupid as fuck.” / “I know, dumbass. That’s the point.” 

▪  (for future reference) Chug and Maple went to uni for about two years before having Soda.

(Woah there. haha i totally did not forget ab Chug and Maple other than this one Hc… spare me..?)

▫ Chug is such a girl dad tho omg. I see him working a blue-collar type of job so he’s also too busy to be chronically online like some of the others. But on the few occasions he is posting, it’s mostly just about Maple and Soda. 

▪ Soda is so spoiled because she’s the first kid out of the group, everyone likes getting her gifts and toys. Sometimes if Chug wants to take Maple out on a date, the others will watch her for them. 

▫   Travis and Larry used to be close friends as children but got distant after Travis’ dad got worse and Larry’s fathers disappearance. Travis started to take his frustration out on other kids (i see larry as the type to defend others, especially if they’re not the type to fight back) and it caused resentment on both sides.

(Also unsure of which chapter I'm gonna put this in, but Travis leaves Nockfell with his parents right after senior year because the church was trying to spread and migrate around the country to sister organizations.) 

▪ Yuné and Ash bake together! The boys can’t cook for shit, save for Todd who only knows a few recipes from his parents (he’s still not really a baker though) and Neil . 

(Neil can cook but he’s the type to say he’s going to make something simple and it ends up taking over two hours but the result is a five course meal so it’s definitely worth it. )

▫ But they still like hanging around when the girls bake. Mostly to just watch and mess with shit (Sal’s a good boy only when Larry isn’t roping him into things, and Todd will watch and maybe help with easy stuff like stirring or grabbing ingredients).

▪ Sometimes on rare days when he’s not busy, Neil will come by and he’ll actually help them unlike some people... Larry takes the liberty of eating their creations, and since he’s a FREAK, half the time he doesn’t even wait for it to cool down before he’s shoveling the steaming sweet treats into his mouth like a squirrel saving for winter. 

▫ They're not sure why, but ever since elementary school Ash and Larry have always had at least one class together in their schedules. They only became friends in middle school but have been growing up around each other for forEVER.

[wicked-jade]

First Sentence Tag Game

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Thanks to @darthdisco, @billy-royalton, @bubblegumflavor and @kajthes for tagging me! 💗

I feel kind of awful, because most of these are still unfinished. They're a mix of lawrusso, dutch/johnny, and johnny/lyle, and a few that are just gen. I've marked which ones are which.

Light Me Up, Put Me On Top (lawrusso, WIP)

This wasn’t how Daniel had imagined his night going. Casual hookups and drunken one-night stands weren’t really his style. His Ma had raised him better than that. He was classy. A gentleman. A good (lapsed) Catholic boy. Above that sort of thing.

Especially on Christmas freakin’ Eve.

Under normal circumstances, in a normal year, he’d be sitting in a church pew right about now, singing carols and lighting candles for midnight mass, struggling to stay awake through the same old sermon about the miraculous birth of the sweet baby Jesus. Either that, or he’d be sitting on the sofa at home with Mr. Miyagi, sipping sake and watching It’s a Wonderful Life.

That’s how his holidays usually went. Safe and predictable. Familiar, like an old, black and white rerun you’d watched a thousand times before.

But this year wasn’t normal. Far from it. Which didn’t make it bad, per se. Not at all. Just… different.

After all, there were far worse places to spend Christmas Eve than balls deep in pretty blond.

Heroes in a Half-Shell (gen, WIP)

“Dad! Dad, wake up!”

The sound of cheap blinds rattling was the only warning Johnny got before sunlight pierced his eyelids. He groaned and rolled toward the back of the couch, pulling the thin blanket up over his head as he went in a feeble attempt to shield himself from the sudden assault of light.

It didn’t work. It also did nothing to stop the assault of tiny, insistent hands that were yanking on his arm, trying to shake him awake.

“Dad? Hey, Dad? Are you awake? C’mon, you have to get up! It’s Halloween!”

He barely got one eye cracked open before 45-lbs of excitable 6-year-old landed squarely on his chest. Johnny yelped in pain and sat up bolt upright. He had to grab the back of Robby’s Spider-Man pajamas to keep him from tumbling to the floor.

The boy gasped in shock when the blanket fell away from his face. “Whoa! What happened?!” Robby whisper-shouted, his big, green eyes almost comically wide. Mouth still agape, he prodded at the bruising around Johnny’s right eye socket with one pointy, intrusive little finger.

“Accident. Ran into someone’s fist,” Johnny grunted, still half asleep. His eye must’ve swollen shut overnight, because he couldn’t seem to pry it open, no matter how hard he tried. He blindly batted his son’s hand away from it and tried to yank the blanket back up.

“Again??” Robby’s tone was far too judgmental for a fucking first grader. “Have you tried ducking?”

Mojo Dojo Casa House (lawrusso, complete)

Daniel sat in the dojo’s office, staring down at the thick stack of paperwork laid out before him. With a growing sense of dread, he gnawed on the cap of his pen and re-read the cover letter for the hundredth time. A representative from the Sekai Taikai had finally sent over the official registration papers, along with a polite but firm request to complete and return them before the stated deadline.

That had been almost two weeks ago now. The forms had been sitting untouched on his desk ever since.

And the deadline was in two days.

Getting the registration filled out and sent in really shouldn’t have been that big a deal. After all, it was just paperwork. With all his years in the car business, he was no stranger to the tedium of filling out forms. He did it every day. Hell, he was pretty sure he could write contracts in his sleep at this point. And under normal circumstances, he wasn’t one to procrastinate on this kind of thing. He hated having stacks of paper piling up on his desk. It gave him anxiety.

Problem was, every time he tried to complete them, he got stuck on the very first line.

Dojo Name: ____________________

I Won't Be Home for Christmas (Please Post My Bail) (lawrusso, WIP)

“Pastor Brown, I’m about to head out. Do you need any help locking up? Pastor Brown?”

“Huh?” Bobby startled at the sound of his name. Peering over his laptop, he found his secretary, Michelle, standing in the open doorway of his office, her jacket on and her purse slung over one shoulder.

Michelle pursed her lips, clearly trying to fight back a smile. “I was just saying, I finished up with the last of the decorations and I’m about to leave for the night. Is there anything else you need before I go?”

Bobby rubbed at his eyes and blinked owlishly at the clock in the corner of the screen. Seriously? How was it already after nine? He hadn’t realized it’d gotten so late.

He gave her an apologetic smile and waved at his screen. “I’m sorry, I got so caught up in finishing my sermon, I –”

“Completely lost track of time?” Michelle finished for him, fondly rolling her eyes. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately.”

Know Mercy (johnny/lyle, WIP)

Most days, Lyle was pretty content with his life. Maybe not happy, per se, but content.

He had a thriving business with three, soon to be four locations – barring any more complications or unexpected rent hikes. Apart from having high blood pressure, he was in good enough health. He had a nice house, most of his hair, and two of his three kids were on the honor roll. Each of them had their own college fund waiting for them, and not one of ‘em had ever been caught up in a karate brawl.

Which really shouldn’t have been a bragging point, but not too many parents in the Valley could say the same, these days.

Delinquent Valley High (gen, WIP)

Like most things in Robby’s life, this was all his dad’s fault.

Somehow, out of everyone, he’d been the one to point out the unfairness of the situation. That, despite Sam’s initial objections, Tory had been welcomed back to West Valley High with open arms, while Robby had been remitted to the “alternative” school for “troubled” kids who had been expelled or were currently on probation.

Or, as his dad had taken to calling it, Delinquent Valley High.

Or Forever Hold Your Peace (dutch/johnny, WIP)

The only good thing about weddings was the open bar. Honestly, it was about 90% of the reason he’d even bothered to come to this thing.

Johnny stared morosely into his tumbler of whiskey and gave the amber liquid a swirl. No matter how much he drank, he still wanted to crawl out of his skin. His suit was itchy and uncomfortable, and he felt horribly out of place amongst the sea of happy faces and drunk, jubilant voices. Music blared and bright lights strobed from the small stage where a live band played, intensifying the screaming headache that pounded just behind his eyes. If he squinted them almost shut, he could just make out Jimmy, spinning his new bride around the dance floor with a blinding smile on his face. Bobby and Tommy were nearby, laughing together as they snapped pictures of the happy couple and cheered them on.

Johnny downed his drink and motioned the bartender for another. He was pretty sure the kid’s name was Josh. Or maybe Justin? He didn’t know, and as long as he kept the drinks flowing, he really didn’t care.

It’s not like he wasn’t happy for his friend. He really was. Jimmy deserved the absolute best of everything, and Jen was a wonderful girl. A real firecracker. But there was something about seeing them together, about watching his friends take these huge leaps forward while leaving him behind in the dust…

Shit. He wasn’t even sure why it was bothering him so much. It’s not like he’d ever wanted to get married, anyway. He’d never allowed himself to want it. It’s not like that was even possible for someone like him, so what was the point of wanting?

Wanting only led to disappointment and heartache. And he’d already had enough of that for one lifetime, thank you very much.

A Fine Way to Lose (gen, complete)

Johnny heard Bobby before he saw him. He’d know that voice anywhere, he’d spent most of his adult life purposefully ignoring it.

“Hey, I’m looking for a friend of mine. He’s been missing for over a week now, and his family is really worried about him. Have you seen this man recently?”

Johnny groaned inwardly and pulled his hoodie up over his head. Shrinking back into the shadowy depths of his booth, he laid his head down on the table and tried to remain as unobtrusive as possible. If he played his cards right, maybe Bobby wouldn’t even notice him. He’d look like any other pathetic, day-drinking loser, passed out cold by 3:00 pm.

With any luck, Bobby would just leave. And with a little more, he’d take a fucking hint and stop searching for him altogether. Afterall, people didn’t typically come to shitholes like this to be found.

I Get a Kick Out of You (johnny/??? WIP)

Johnny sat at the edge of the koi pond, dripping water and shivering as he glared at the balance wheel. He was starting to think that old man Miyagi had put a curse on the stupid thing from beyond the grave, just for him.

Was it because of that bottle cap he’d flicked into the water a few months ago? Because if so, that was bullshit. He’d only done it the once, completely on accident, by the way, and none of LaRusso’s precious fish had been harmed.

Daniel’s foot when he waded in a few days later, on the other hand…  

Johnny tilted his head to view the wheel from a fresh angle. He really didn’t understand where he was going wrong. There had to be some kind of trick to it. Everyone else could do it. Tory and Sam. Demetri and Hawk. Bert and Nate. Hell, even Chozen and Barnes could do it without breaking a sweat.

But every time he tried it, no matter who he was partnered with, he always wound up in the water.

You Make it Feel Like Christmas (lawrusso, complete)

Daniel smiled as he watched Johnny stir the marinara. He’d tasked him with watching it earlier and to his pleasant surprise, he was actually taking the job very seriously, stirring it frequently to make sure it didn’t scorch on the bottom of the pot.

Maybe a little too seriously; he hadn’t left the kitchen since Daniel had given him his instructions, not even when their guests started to slowly trickle in for the party. It was the first family gathering they were hosting in their new home, and the last thing he wanted was for Johnny to feel excluded.

Though it was kinda cute, the way he stared so intently at the bubbling sauce, lip caught between his teeth, brow pinched in intense concentration.

So cute, Daniel couldn’t resist the temptation to sneak up behind him and wrap his arms around Johnny’s waist. He chuckled and squeezed him tighter when he felt him startle in surprise.

“Are you trying to make me splatter this everywhere?” Johnny grumbled, nudging the pot back into place on the burner. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“The kids’ve been asking for you,” Daniel murmured, nosing at Johnny’s soft hair, lips grazing the  freckles on the back of his neck. “When I asked you to keep an eye on the sauce, I didn’t mean you had to watch it constantly. You can go say hi, you know.”

Pretty sure everyone has already been tagged, so forgive me if you've already done this. And no pressure if you haven't. Tagging @desolateice, @lulamadison, @secondclassfangirl, @russolaw, @zappedbyzabka and anyone else who wants to do this.

[vickyzangels]

% mini fic recommendations

a/n ; ok so i KNOWW this isn’t a fic but maybe if i drop this and run it’ll distract you guys while i rip my hair out trying to force myself to finish my wips but for now take (AND APPRECIATE 👁️👁️) gorgeous gorgeous writings i’ve recently accumulated based off fleeting hyperfixations even if that means digging into very old hastags

🥝 - includes smut, 🥥 - multiple parts

# hobie brown (spiderman: across the spiderverse) ;

-> nail polish by: @mcondance 🥝

-> hobie w an awkward girl by: @likedovesinthewindd 🥥

-> selfish by: @szasfuckingwife 🥝

-> unlikely clash by: @hobie-enthusiast 🥥

-> opposites attract by: @mochifilm

# connor (detroit: become human) ;

-> gray area by: @uncouth-the-fifth 🥝🥥

# tate langdon (american horror story) ;

-> oujia board by: @taintandviolent 🥝

# steven grant (moonknight) ;

-> cock therapy by: @whatthefishh 🥝

a/n ; i’ll do another one of these next time i procrastinate

[inspirationallybored]

New Introductory Post + Get to know me!

Hi everyone!

An updated intro post, because I promised, and stuff has changed.

First of all, I am still not a robot. I am, as a matter of fact, still definitely a human.

You can call me Starfish, or Ash! Starfish is my nickname/drawing name, and Ash is the pseudonym I usually use, including for writing stuff.

Thats my writer-sona!

About me:

I am 16 years old and a cis female (she/her pronouns). Also, I'm an August Virgo!

I am an asexual, and very romantic, but not am in (or looking for) a relationship. (Also closeted irl, but brushing past that).

Currently studying in high school, and preparing for med school.

I am from, and live in India. I am also a spiritual Hindu, and love and respect all religious beliefs (including atheism and agnostic people).

My true love lies in history, mythology, and literature. Like interested to the point of obsession with them.

Probably have some sort of undiagnosed neuro divergence (but that's unimportant. maybe).

I have been writing poetry and short stories since elementary school (under my real name), and reading for as long as I can remember.

Some of my favourites:

Book series: Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Shadow and Bone (and Six of Crows), The Hunger Games

Stand-alone books: The Song of Achilles, The Little Prince, The Book Thief, Ela (it's by Sampurna Chatterjee, really underrated), The Girl who Drank the Moon, The Bell Jar, 1984

Movie: The Fault in our Stars, Into the Spider-Verse (also ASTV)

Shows/series: Brooklyn 99, Modern Family, The Good Doctor, Carmen Sandiego, Alien Stage (Ik it's not technically on tv, but ao3 lists it as such and I need to put it somewhere so)

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I am a writer, and have two main WIPs. You can see the master posts by clicking on the titles:

1. Stranger Friends- Two people become friends by sharing their deepest thoughts with each other, but never their identities.

Status- Writing (First Draft)

2. Beyond the Ripple Tides- A new recruit in an elite magical enforcement service is tasked to find out about the stirring rebellion, but with the gap in everyone's minds, nothing's what it seems.

Status- Writing (Zeroth Draft)

I have posted my original stuff (one poem and short story) under #my writing <3 (I know, very original).

My AO3 account (I recently made it, and have yet to update it): Ash_Writes_Stuff

I also like to draw, and am an amateur self- taught artist (I haven't posted anything yet, will do soon!)

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Things you'll find on my blog:

Stuff about writing, procrastinating writing, writing struggles, the likes.

I also post about my wips, dialogue prompts and other stuff. Comments are much appreciated, it's nice to get feedback.

Moots wips too!

A lot of random stuff, about life and other things. I also have a side blog for venting, lmk if you want to know about it (it's depressing, so beware)

tag games, rb games, ask games, and such (I crave interaction lol)

I WILL advocate about political and social issues, it's a part of writing, and it's a part of me.

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Things I am perfectly fine with:

Almost everything! Opinion-related, or about interests, or WIPs (mine or others'), or stuff I don't know about, and more. Tumblr is a free space for discussion, right? So anything and everything is a-okay. It doesn't matter if it's from the other side of the world, it's ok.

I am perfectly fine with discussing about stuff that might be sensitive to some, like mental health, politics, war, etc.

Though I am a liberal politically, all opinions and differences are welcome, just be respectful and logical.

I am open to comments, reblogs, asks (including anon asks), and DMs. Just don't be a weirdo.

Some things to be careful about (just in case anyone needs it):

No bigotry or discrimination allowed, including homo/transphobia and racism. Having opinions is ok, having prejudice is not.

No judging on difference of opinions, be respectful (again, unless someone is being a horrible person, then desecration is fine).

No NSFW stuff please, I am a minor (you get what I mean).

Avoid stuff related to financial transactions like asking money (again, I'm a minor, I don't have a bank account, and this is the internet so almost no one shares stuff like that).

Note: I love and appreciate all interactions, but I can be late in responding or not respond sometimes (life you know). I will try my very best to respond every time, but even if I don't, know I loved that you interacted.

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My official/writing tag-list: @afantasyoffiction @inknrivers @everflowingriver @write-with-will @seastarblue @carb0n-m0n0xide @sunflowerrosy @i-ellia-i @corinneglass

To be added to/removed from the tag-list, you can interact with this post, or send an ask.

Feel free to ask questions or give feedback. Nice to meet you all!