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slashmebois · 4 years ago

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Overstimulation

“Mmmmmay I request slasher boys (I really really want HoW boys, but you can add anyone!) getting a bj from their s/o who just keeps sucking them even after they've already came? They just overstimulate them!”

Gonna make these short-ish because I’m unfortunately very busy currently but I hope these are to your liking!!

It’s late at night and Bo isn’t home yet, you bite your nails and stare at the clock, concerned about how late dinner will be. He finally walks in, breaking your thoughts.

“You took your sweet time” there’s an edge to your voice that you fail to hide, a result of your imagination taking you to dark places and reasons for why he wouldn’t be home yet.

He sighs throwing his arms in the air, “What? A man can’t get home a little late. D’you see the fuckers that came into town today? That guy was built like a fuckin’ truck”

You try to let it go but you’re kinda mad, “well, I didn’t know whether to cook or not so we don’t have any dinner.” You state it matter of fact, trying not to glare holes in him.

He stares at you, before barking out a harsh laugh, “What the fuck is this? You gotta problem with me?” he starts taking large steps towards you and stops barely an inch from your face, bending his neck to get right in your face.

You see the furious look in his eyes, but decide stupidly to push past the fear, “I’m just saying. I can’t start dinner if I don’t know when the fuck you’ll be home. Next time give me a head up, or is that too fucking much to ask asshole”

Well now you’ve done it. There’s a tense moment before his hand whips up to grab your face, smooshing it in his wide hands.

“Okay sweetheart I’ll give you your fucking dinner. Hell, should shut that preeetty mouth of yours up”, you can feel your blood running like ice through your veins.

He leans in close to breathe down your ear, “Get on your fucking knees and beg for it before I decide on a worse punishment”

You don’t need asking twice, having been on the receiving ends of those ‘worse’ punishments. You clatter down and look up at him, unbuttoning his jeans, “please daddy, please can you fill my mouth up with your cock”

He grins like a shark, “That’s a good start. Make it good and I won’t take this further”

You pull out his cock and rub your hands over it, giving him kitten licks on his tip.

“Fuck I love how your hands look wrapped round my cock. They can’t even reach all the way round huh?”

You open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out, waiting for him to take charge- you know he likes to take charge.

“That’s a good little slut” he purrs before slowly inching his cock all the way into your mouth, making a guttural sound as his balls reach your face and you reach you tongue out to lick at them.

The kitchen tiles are cold against your knees, but you barely notice, your focus directly on the panting man in front of you. The sounds of Bo’s loud groans fill the room alongside the lewd noises your mouth and tongue make as you slide them along his shaft.

“Fuck, god. That…uhhh…that feels so good doll. Don’t stop”

His hand is gripped tight in your hair, making you wince as he tries to stop himself taking control. All he really wants to do is fuck your throat raw but he knows better than to draw your ire. The last time you had held out on sex for a month, leaving him with only his hand as solace.

You’re taking long deep mouthfuls of his cock, hollowing out your cheeks and lavishing your tongue around the girth of it as his head hits the back of your throat, before pulling back and teasing his weeping tip with languish flicks of your tongue.

“Fuu…fuck. I’m gonna fucking cum soon. Tell me what you want baby. Hmm? You want daddy’s cum down your throat”

You smile sweetly up at him, hoping he’ll leave the punishment at this “please daddy, please give me your delicious cum. I want to taste it, I want it inside me” you savour how his eyes roll back before his grip on your head forces his cock back down your throat.

You can feel how his dick makes your throat bulge out, and his thrusts become more and more erratic. Just when you think you’re about to pass out from the lack of oxygen you feel the telltale twitches.

“You fucking want it so bad you little cumslut. Ungggghhh, take it”

His hot seed spills out into the back of your throat, coating it. There’s a lull as Bo comes down from his high, his breathing slowing and the glaze in his eyes lifting.

It’s then that a wicked thought hits you, your mind only slightly focused on revenge. You swallow his cum with his cock still in your mouth causing him to yelp. Then you start to run your tongue along the veins on his cock, causing him to yelp, “Fuck. Ahh-ah, that feels too good”

You ignore his pleas, figuring he’ll rip your head off his length if it’s really too much for him.

You suck on his throbbing red tip, as he judders his hips against you- unsure if he wants more or less. You keep bobbing your head along until he’s a mess of expletives and tears barely able to form sentences. His hands can’t seem to decide where they want to be until finally they manage to pull you off him.

Panting he gives you a dark look, “I’d suggest you start running before I catch my breath again”.

Vincent

You had been messing around painting together, dabbing small fingerprints on the corner of Vincent’s easel when he wasn’t looking. Before long he had noticed the giggles coming from you each time he turned away and was onto your game- waiting for you to be distracted yourself before tackling you to the ground. From there it had turned into some light wrestling as you tried and failed to overpower him, being easily trapped again each time. It was easy to forget how strong he was…and it was amazing how turned on that made you.

“Vinnyyyy, let go. I didn’t do anything”

His mask-less face pulls into a lopsided jovial smile and he shakes his head at you knowingly, his eyes darting from your own eyes, down your body and back.

You try to squirm from under him, figuring if strength wasn’t on your side then maybe you could use your smaller size to your advantage. You quickly stop as you hear a groan from Vinny and feel his growing excitement against your stomach. You gasp and still, looking him straight in the eyes, a staring test ensuing. You’re the first to look away, his eyes blazing into your own- all hints of jesting gone from his features. You can feel the blush heating your face and pray he doesn’t notice. But he does.

Moving his grip on one of your arms to your hair he pulls you to his mouth, kissing you deeply and grunting into your mouth as he ruts against your stomach. You knew that if you didn’t act quickly you would skip the foreplay entirely in favour of getting pounded into the ground by him. Reaching your hand down you easily find his cock and rub your hand over it through his clothing, causing him to groan into your mouth again.

You pull away for air, determined to do the thing you haven’t found the chance to do with him yet, “Let me taste you Vinny” you whisper in his ear and you feel him shudder against you in anticipation, his hand coming up to grip your throat lightly as he turns to kiss you again.

He stands and pulls you up by the neck to your knees, you salivate at the thought of his cock fucking your sweet mouth. Quickly you help to strip down his dungarees and gasp as his cock springs free, the tip engorged and oozing precum. He stops, unsure of himself in this moment and you gladly take charge, leaning forward to lick a line from his balls to the head of his cock, he makes an appreciative noise and throws his head back.

His hand moves from your throat across to your cheek stroking it gently, as you take him in whole, slowly inching your way down him until his cock is filling your whole throat. You repeat the movement a few times earning you a plethora of sounds from the large man, before you speed up your movements, circling your tongue around him and using your hands to work the areas your mouth struggles to reach.

He finally looks down at you, panting and signs as best he can ‘your mouth is killing me’, you grin around his cock and wickedly take the tip only sucking hard as he yelps and grabs at your hair, making your scalpel scream in pain. An idea strikes you and you pull off his cock, leaving him slightly confused before you stand and pull him to the table, draping yourself backwards across it and opening your mouth wide to waggle your tongue at him.

His eyes widen, and he swallows, licking his lip before stepping forward and guiding his cock to your waiting mouth. He starts slowly but quickly gains momentum as he’s spurred on by the bulge his length makes in your throat.

Growling he signs sloppily ‘where do you want it’ and you realise he’s close. You sign back ‘shower me’ and he feels his soul ascend as he pulls out and paints your face and swollen lips with his cum.

He has to grip the table for support, trying to regain his senses after witnessing what he thinks may be his finest piece of art yet. You inch your way over to his semi-hard cock and guide it back into your mouth, causing him to moan and huff, his hand grasping at your throat again. He’s never experienced this before and bucks forward, the pleasure too much to handle.

‘your mouth. Too much. Fuck.’

You giggle and release him from the purgatory of overstimulation.

He sighs in relief and reaches up to wipe a thumb across your mouth, before rubbing the cum onto your tongue.

‘I think I found my new favourite activity baby’

Lester

It had been a nice day so Lester had offered to take you on a ride through the country. Something about the way the sunlight reflected off your pretty features had him gulping and shifting in an attempt to hide his growing arousal. Being you though, you had noticed and cocked an eyebrow at him.

“What you looking at, gorgeous?”

“You, Lester”

His breathing hitches, “now why would you wanna do that. I’m nothing much to look at” he replies, those confusing feelings he gets around you swelling up like a wave.

You reach your hand towards his leg, running it from his knee up towards his groin. He nearly swerves in his efforts to stop the car, but once he’s flicked the engine off he’s scrambling to pull you to him. You meet in a clash of lips, tongue, and teeth. He keeps you there, stealing your breath like a drowning man, only pulling away once your lips are thoroughly swollen

He looks you dead in the eye, “This ain’t a dream right?”

You can’t help but giggle before you shake your head no, “I’ll prove it to you”

Your hands unbutton his trousers and you shove them down with a little help from his lifted hips.

He’s already hard as a rock, and you take a moment to feel all of him as you whisper in his ear, “your cock makes me so hungry Lester, can I taste it? Please Les?”

“Ohh god, please yes” he’s distinctly aware of the painful erection that he’s convinced only you can mend.

You kiss him hard again before trailing kisses across his collarbone and then down his chest, to his navel and finally to his leaking member. You kiss it the same way you’ve dreamed of kissing his mouth- slow, sensually and with your tongue. His whimpers reach your ears, and you glance upward to find that adorably he has his hand covering his face. You take that hands and bring it to your mouth, sucking on his fingers slowly. He makes little gasps as you do.

“Watch me baby, watch me Les”

He nods, unable to do anything else at this point. You lower yourself again but this time you take more of him into your mouth and suck hard, moving your mouth further and further onto him with each bob of your head.

When you reach his balls you swallow around his member and he cries out, “Fuu…oh my god. Y/N please, I need…oh my god”

You set a fast pace, using your hands to stimulate his balls. The forest is filled with the sounds of Lester and you are living for it, his own pleasure fuelling the slickness between your legs. You make do with rubbing your legs together for now. Lester must have noticed though, he reaches his hand under you to grasp at your chest. Your moan vibrates his cock and he sucks through his teeth. He rubs your nipple between his fingers, working it to a peak and flicking at it.

You can barely believe you’re finally doing the thing that has fuelled your solo sessions. You try to show it in your actions, trying to show Lester how much you worship him and his cock. You push yourself to your limits, allowing his large size to stretch your throat- gagging around him before coming up to suck greedy breaths of air into your deprived lungs.

With the pace you set it isn’t long before Lester’s breath turns ragged and he bucks up into your mouth, the only warning before his seed spills into your warm and wet maw. You’d be mad at the lack of warning but hell, it might be his first time.

“Fuck. Where the fuck they teach you how to do that?” he groans.

You’re about to answer when there’s a call from outside the car.

“Hey, you” A male voice calls out. Lester pushes at you protectively and you kneel in the small foothold of his truck.

“H-hey there sir, what can I do for you?” he manages, fumbling to button his trousers.

He allows you to take the material when you reach up, thinking you’ll button his trousers. What he doesn’t expect is to fill your mouth stretch around his spent dick and he jolts up slightly.

“You okay?” the other guy asks, before shaking his head, “look, I need some help. My car broke down.”

Lester is bursting, trying to hold himself together as he responds, “Uh..Uhhh yeah, I’m mm, I’m all good. You uhnn, you sound like you need a mechanic. You head down that trail and past the flooded area then ohhh, uh, then you’ll find Bo. Just uh, just ask for him” he is sweating from the pure effort of getting the words out as you overstimulate him, his cock leaking precum in a desperate effort to make it less painful.

The guy simple nods and dismisses the weird guy in the truck as being socially anxious. He walks off to his certain death, as Lester finally manages to rip your head off him.

“Hey now, that was just mean”

You smile up at him, wiping your mouth, “Sorry Les, you just taste so good”

#vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #slashers #aaa I hope this okay #n sfw #still learning the ropes for smut #smut

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llama-head · 3 years ago

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[Jax] I still don’t like how things went at lunch.

[Vincent] Jax, buddy, chill. It happened, it’s whatever and Randi had it coming.

[Autumn] Wait, what happened?

[Jax] Breanna is pissed at Randi, so now we’re all pissed at Randi.

[Vincent] You don’t think we should be?

[Jax] I think you’re forgetting Cheyenne is my cousin and I want her to be happy too.

[Vincent] Since when?

[Jax] Since always. She can be a bitch but she’s still my family.

[Vincent] Why can’t she be happy with someone else?

[Jax] Uhhh, ‘cause she’s a bitch?

[Vincent] Got me there.

[Autumn] Wait, so are Randi and Cheyenne dating?

[Vincent] Yeah.

[Autumn] Oh, so Breanna is pissed at Randi ‘cause of that?

[Vincent] Yes, rightfully so.

[Autumn] I mean sure but how many queer girls are there?

[Vincent] A lot.

[Autumn] How many does Cheyenne know?

[Vincent] Well...she knows Breanna and Randi.

[Jax] Sawyer too but she’s taken.

[Autumn] So you’re saying she only knows two, and she’s already dated one of them.

[Vincent] Yes.

[Autumn] Welp. You can’t be pissed then.

[Vincent] I’m not pissed at Chey, I’m pissed at Randi.

[Jax] You’re only pissed off ‘cause Breanna is.

[Vincent] Yeah! It was a shitty thing to do to her. That would be like if Major and I broke up and he dated Jax.

[Jax] We’re cousins.

[Vincent] Shit, right well…

[Autumn] If he dated me?

[Vincent] I don’t give a shit about you.

[Autumn] Thanks Vincent.

[Vincent] What, I don’t.

[Jax] Vincent, no one’s disagreeing what she did was shitty, my problem is with how we handled it.

[Vincent] I mean, sure we were asses back but she’s a big girl, she’ll get over it.

[Jax] So is Bre.

[Vincent] She’s not though. She’s younger than all of us.

[Autumn] Dude, you talk about her like you’re her older brother.

[Vincent] I basically am, her sisters don’t do shit for her.

(Signal bell chimes)

[Vincent] Goddammit, fucking people.

[Autumn] Go do your job.

[Vincent] Ugh. This conversation isn’t over!

[Autumn] Yes it is. So, Jax two days until playoffs.

[Jax] Don’t even get me thinking about that.

[Autumn] What? You’re not excited?

[Jax] I’m nervous.

[Autumn] Oh, dude, same but once we’re playing it’ll be fine.

[Jax] Our team hasn’t won since my dad played and now he’s gonna be watching us.

[Autumn] So? Your dad is chill as fuck, he doesn’t care if we win or lose.

[Jax] I care.

[Autumn] Bro, why are you pressuring yourself? If we win we win, if we don’t we don’t. Like, obviously I wanna win it’s my senior year and I wanna be remembered. Rory and Ian have scouts coming, you don’t think we’re all nervous and stressed? You aren’t in, like, a tough spot at all dude. ‘Oh no, I need to live up to my dad even though my dad just wants me to have fun’. Chill.

[Jax] Well when you put it like that-

[Autumn] It sounds stupid? Yeah. Look I get wanting to impress your parents but don’t stress about it. We all wanna win and we’re all gonna be sad if we don’t but it is what it is. For us anyway, the other guys...it’s a bigger deal.

[Jax] You aren’t gonna play college basketball?

[Autumn] No, I’m not good enough to get in with my grades. Should’ve cared more.

[Jax] Same, past me screwed me over.

[Autumn] Yeah, that kid was an idiot. I hate to say it but my mom was completely right.

[Jax] My dad didn’t even bother getting me to go, he just let me run around the island all day.

[Autumn] I mean, from what you’ve told me you were kinda scary. It was probably easier to just let you do whatever.

[Jax] I guess. So what are you doing next year?

[Autumn] You’re looking at it. You?

[Jax] Me and Bishop are taking a year off together, I’ll probably get a job.

[Autumn] Why?

[Jax] What do you mean why?

[Autumn] Taking jobs away from the working class.

[Jax] I would like money dude, I’ve been neglecting music so I barely have anything to spend.

[Autumn] Don’t your dads give you money?

[Jax] No. Well yes but not for dumb shit.

[Autumn] Hmph.

[Jax] Don’t ‘hmph’ me.

[Autumn] Whatever, where ya gonna work?

[Jax] Do you think they’ll hire me here?

[Autumn] Dude, they hired Vin and I of course they’ll hire you. They’ll hire anyone.

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #sims legacy #jax payton #vincent callebero #autumn lanes #AUTUMN #idk i just like him lmao #this is the gas station i built that im proud of #we'll see more of it later lmao but still thinks it looks good!!#lowkey its a good thing vinces parents didnt have a daughter that girl would never have anyone to date #vince would scare everyone away #autumn is right abt jax lmao like bro...em dont care bb he just wants you to have fun #obvs they alll want to win #and winning would be the most fun #but jax has nothing to stress abt not as much as the other guys #garcia v1

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yanderepuck · 4 years ago

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Vlad’s dunbassery is going to be mixed in with the babies

Cause lets be real. It’s probably Vlad’s fault

Everyone is between the ages of 2-5. So not all are babies, but smol annoying children.

Jean Isaac and Mozart are the youngest, followed by Napoleon, Arthur, Theo, Vincent, Will, Dazai, and Leonardo. I am making Dazai the age of 5 purely for the chaos.

First off, how did they become smol babies? Good question Vlad probably ended up drugging something that they all had, made sure Comte didn’t get it though. The man just wants his boyfriend all to himself, and Faust was like “uhhh yeah it’ll do something like that”

Then BAM babies. Sebas told Comte he’s gotta spend the next few days grocery shopping and left, Comte didn’t know what happened when he said that. Sebas basically went “Fuck this. This is above my pay grade” and left.

5 year old Leonardo screaming in Italian because his coat is too heavy and he’s trapped under it. Isaac is so smol he can’t even get out of his bed so he just stays in bed until someone comes and gets him. Mozart can’t play the piano with tiny hands, and Jean gets his sword taken away, after all, he’s 2 and it’s taller than him.

Napoleon Theo and Arthur are 3. Arthur is basically like “does this mean I can drink alcohol from a sippy cup” and Theo slaps him. Napoleon probably sleeps through the whole thing. He only notices when he goes into the kitchen and is too short to reach any food. Yes. He got out of bed and walked all the way to the kitchen before he realized he was a 3 year old. Theo is screaming in Dutch how he can’t work like this.

Vincent and Will are both 4. Vincent is basically like “I don’t know what’s going on . . . but I’m gonna paint. Do you think Comte would get mad at a 4 year old for painting the walls. I’m gonna paint the wall” Vincent decided to be a little chaotic since he’s a 4 year old. If he’s gonna be 4 again he might as well do it right. Will walks into Comte’s room and is like “WHO DO I HAVE TO KILL” only he actually says “who is't doth i has't to killeth” which sounds strange coming out of a four year old.

Comte is like wtf?? and looks over and is like WTF????

But, lets not forget about the last child. 5 year old Dazai causing extreme chaos. He can now fit even even smaller spaces and is lighter and can climb more things without worry. He went into Isaac’s room, where he is stuck on the bed with Harry. Out of all people to come into his room first . . . it had to be Dazai. He climbs up onto his bed and is like “LETS GO ON AN ADVENTURE” and Isaac basically curls up into a ball . . . just like Harry and is like “please no. leave me be” but Dazai just picks him up and carries him down the hall.

And that’s the first thing, besides Will, that Comte see’s. Comte just takes a deep breath and closes his doors and goes back to bed. He’s not even sure if he fell back to sleep, but he woke up to a small Napoleon on him “I’m hungry”. Comte could have sworn he locked that door.

“Then go get some food”

“I’M NOT EVEN THREE FEET TALL WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO GET”

Comte just sighs, picks up smol Napoleon and carries him into the kitchen. “What do you want.”

“Pancakes” its Theo. He followed Comte in because he’s hungry too.

Comte looks down to see little baby Theo. Smol and angy. “You’re like 3, don’t you just want to drink the syrup” he’s not cut out to be a real parent of real children. But Theo thinks about it for a moment, and yeah. He’s just gonna drink the syrup. “Okay now what do you want”

“Food”

“Yes . . . what kind of food”

“ . . . . . food”

Sigh

Leonardo hasn’t stopped yelling in Italian for three hours now. But he finally escaped his coat. The only reason why he stopped was because he got tired and fell asleep in the hallway. Lumiere was following him around as well, mainly being confused and was curious so he also fell asleep besides Leonardo.

Arthur is drunk out the ass because he wanted to know how much alcohol it would take for his 3 year old body to get wasted. Theo told him it wasn’t a good idea, but did he listen? No. So that’s when Theo left.

Jean doesn't know what’s going on but is upset that he can’t lift up his sword now. It’s too heavy, so he decides to go find Mozart. Mozart can’t even get on the piano bench without struggling. He wrote something new he wants to try too. So now he sits on the bench in anger, lil pouty face.

No one knows where Dazai and Isaac are. It isn’t until two hours after Comte woke back up that Isaac came in through the door with blood around his lips. He technically missed two meals . . . he bit Dazai and that’s how he got away. Baby Isaac just wants sleep now. 2 year old sleepy. As he’s walking he trips over Leonardo because he’s too tired to pay attention, and so since he’s on the floor . . and Leonardo is on the floor, he might as well sleep with him.

Vincent is painting on his door and has gotten paint on the rug in the hallway, and he is currently standing on a chair to paint farther up.

“Vincent. What are you doing.”

“Painting”

“I see that. Why are you painting your door.”

“Why not”

Sigh

Will has locked himself in the library for some quite and is reading a book since he can’t find anything to write with.

Now you’re probably wondering. Where is Dazai? Well he just burst through the window of the library and is telling Will to follow him.

“Why do you have a chicken?”

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to”

“ . . . I’m scared to know what the answer is”

Dazai lets go of the chicken and Will starts climbing onto a table. “DAZAI.”

Comte rushes in and grabs Dazai. He’s been looking for him. “You’re going in time out”

“That’s what you think!” But Comte has a good grip on him, but now he has to find a room with no windows for him to escape from.

“Stay here” he put him in a closet, and locked the door.

“Vincent. Stop painting the walls. THEO! Don’t encourage him! You’re covered in syrup, what the hell. Where is Jean at? Did . . . did Arthur really try getting drunk”

Sigh

Jean and Mozart haven’t let the music room this entire time. Mozart’s little arms can’t reach the keys so Jean tries pushing the bench in, doesn’t work though.

Dazai is trying to get out of the closet. Leonardo and Isaac are cuddling on the floor and Napoleon is laying on top of both of them. Comte is trying to explain to Vincent why he shouldn’t be painting on the wall, but Vincent is acting like he doesn’t know better and keeps painting.

“Vincent. I will take your paints away”

“Please no.”

“Then I need you to stop”

“But why”

“You aren’t suppose to paint on the walls”

“ . . . Why”

“Walls aren’t for painting”

“Why.”

“Dear god no . . . “

“ . . . Why”

“THEO! COME GET YOUR BROTHER”

Comte making Vincent really upset and nearly starts to cry and Comte is like “ Nonononono. It’s okay” and Theo comes to beat up Comte for doing that . . so Theo joins Dazai in the time out closet.

Eventually Jean gets bored in the music room and leave and tries terrorizing Comte by trying to trip him. Comte is going down a flight of steps and that when Jean completes his plan. “DO YOU WANT TO GO IN THE TIME OUT CLOSET TOO” and Jean runs off.

The sun hasn’t even started to go down and Comte just hopes that whatever this is wears off by morning.

Masterlist

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp leoanrdo #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp theo #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp jean #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp arthur

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tracle0 · 4 years ago

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happy sts!! (?) or maybe just a happy saturday? nonetheless, question time! since I got to read recently about the inspirations behind the wip4 main characters' names, I was wondering what the motivations were behind the names of the main characters of your other works! maybe both from your perspective as a writer and from an in-story perspective? and how do they feel about their names?

Happy?? STS?!?! Saturday is good and happy and it is STS, whoop! I like this question but it’s gonna be a very underwhelming answer and I apologize for that.

Sonder was. Very dull, not gonna lie, it’d just be looking for mostly generic names that seemed to fit the brand haha. The most notable backstory names are probably Andy and Atlas.

Andy came from an inside joke with a friend that no villains can be named Andy. I wanted to prove her wrong, so Andy was named Andy and now I do not trust Any Andy’s. Full name Andrew Peep, which he does not like and prefers Andy. Probably a family name, which is sad because he does not see his family.

Atlas came from me being like ‘wait shit I haven’t named this character yet’ and asking a friend for a name. She spat out Atlas Barnabus like it wasn’t the best name in the world, and I was in awe. Definitely named after the Greek Titan, was not aware of that at all, very much likes their name.

Collateral - hhhh okay listen. Listen Collateral and names give way to one of my dumbest Collateral stories, you’re gonna have to hear this out.

So when I was first writing Collateral, I’d already found both Cain and Theo their names that fit - Theo cause it sounded nice, Cain named after the Caine in the Gone series. But they didn’t have last names, which was an issue, so I was looking for a last name for them. I knew I wanted Cain to have a last name starting with either C or K, cause alliteration, and pulled Kavon out of thin air. I liked it, so it stayed.

A few weeks later, in film studies, we were learning about Kim Novak, and I liked the name Novak, so stole it and gave it to Theo.

I did not notice their names were the same forward and backwards for a year and a half, until a friend pointed it out to me. This was not deliberate at all. It Just Happened and I plead ignorance to that tomfuckery.

Anyway, they both are alright about their names. Theo prefers Theo to Theodore cause no-one got any time for all those syllables. Cain once found out about Biblical Cain and spent about three hours going down that rabbit hole before going ‘alright whatever’ and moving on.

Speaking of moving on - DIAS. I can talk a bit more about that cause that was recent.

Ant comes from the word ‘antagonist’ actually - I wanted to write about someone who saw themselves as The Bad Guy, which Ant definitely does a lot of the time. It’s a nickname, and I have no idea what their real name is, nor where the nickname comes from, but they like Ant. Their last name - Carnell - is a family name. Not my surname, but someone in my family somewhere had that, and I liked it so yoinked it and gave it to Ant.

Leon! Leon went through a lot of changes in his name - originally he was Tag, which also comes from ‘antagonist’ but I hated that, so changed it to Tad, which I also hated. So he was without a name and it was getting closer and closer to Nano and the time I’d write his story and I was like ????? what do.

What I did was drew him a bit. A friend in film class (man, film class really helped to name my characters huh) saw the doodle and was like ‘ooo who’s that’. I told her it was a character in my book, and no, he doesn’t have a name, you should give him one, and she spat out Leon. And hey it actually really works, he can keep that, except wait, he’s Jewish, needs a Hebrew name and I’d like to give him a specifically Jewish surname. Some looking on Jewish name websites gave me Tzalka, and some more looking gave me Cohen, cool, done.

In-universe, Leon’s name came from his grandfather - it was DIAS Leon’s middle name, and when he left home, he wanted to leave That Part Of His Life behind as well, so swapped from Tzalka to Leon, which he definitely prefers.

Uhhh other characters - Vincent came from a fandom (which I’m about 90% sure is FNAF ngl) and I went ‘okay well I like the name so shall associate it elsewhere’ and gave it to Vinnie. Last name had the same deal - Scullary came from...

Phew, okay, side tangent. One of my first characters I made was named Skullary, which came from the play ‘The Road’ which I watched when I was younger. The person playing that character had a really bad cold, so had to use a microphone to make her voice heard, and she fucking killed it, and the voice was so interesting I wanted a character who used it, so stole the name, except I misspelt it as Skullary instead of Scullary oops. Anyway, I wanted to re-use that name, so gave it to Vincent. He likes his name well enough but Definitely Does Not Like Going By Vinnie, so definitely don’t call him that.

Simon came from the game Simon Says, because it is The Most Silvertongue Game and it made me laugh that his name is such an obvious pun.

Bonus: wip4 obviously mostly came from filmmakers, because the obsession of that book is filmmaking, as you know. Buster Keaton and... Just Mika the musician, he’s the odd one out. Lynne Ramsay and George Lucas gave a lot of characters a portion of their names.

I am, however, gonna go on a tiny tangent about Keaton’s last name because it delights me, and then also probably Percival’s name because that amuses me.

So! Keaton is Spanish - his family comes from Spain and he speaks Spanish as well as English. I’m sure his deadname is probably something very Spanish, but it’s a deadname so we don’t talk about it. I wanted to find a Spanish surname for him, cause like... obviously it doesn’t have to be Spanish, but I wanted it to be, so I was scrolling through Spanish surnames for a while.

Palomo is a legit Spanish surname in use, and it means pigeon. Keaton likes pigeons. So I was delighted and I always forget it but that’s his last name.

Percival! Percival’s name is actually a fill-in. In a Discord chat I’m in with my friends, I sometimes join the voice chats but cannot talk cause Anti Microphone. So I type instead, and sometimes get bored and just spam words. And the name Percival was very funny to me so I spammed that.

So, when I needed to name the Bad Guy of wip4, I gave him the name Percival as a joke, and it. Seemed to work. I no longer spam Percival in the chat.

Anyway there you go, the entire history of where names in my WIPs come from. Spoilers; not the most interesting, but it is long and I hope you found some bits funny or enjoyable.

#sts #asks #albatris #ngl most names are inside jokes to myself in some for or another #and just happened to also work with characters I wanted to write #which came first the personality or the name #abelia came because percival is apparently a french name so if he's french and his family have such a big emphasis on being french #his sibling would also have a french name and abelia was one of my favourites that I found #and she prefers abby #also thank god lucas is a french surname cause I was Not gonna give them a film related name but then george lucas existed #I do not like george lucas so it works well #also go to sleep blz

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stephhannes · 5 years ago

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new year, who dis

what would be the use in becoming a symbol of walking desolation? awash in multiple griefs, elaborating on anguish. even if i never get to see you again, i’ll know that when we collided we both broke each other open.

-mount eerie, love without possession

i guess it’s been four months since i’ve sat down to write an actual blog. i figured i should at least try to get something out before the new year.

i’ve tried to write an update a few times over the last couple of months, but every time i tried to write something, it’s just aggressively sad. like that one st. vincent lyric— i try to write you a love song, but it comes out a lament. and while an aggressively sad tone is appropriate to how i’ve been feeling, i’ve been trying to bring less sad energy to the table. (a surprise to everyone, because sad energy is my entire brand).

I planned to get this blog up by january 1st. and then i kept putting it off. hence why this starts off saying things like, “i guess it’s been four months,” and “i figured i should at least try to get something out before the new year.” today is february 4th, which means it’s officially been a year and a half since nathan died.

in the last few weeks, i’ve been under a lot of stress. i’m juggling three jobs right now, and somehow still don’t make enough money to survive. i’m sure that at this point, i’ve described to you my bona-fide money saving technique. it’s called “i only eat three days a week because it’s too expensive to feed myself every day,” sometimes, i get lucky, and get the scraps from events at work, and that’s literally like the one (1) thing i look forward to.

i’m still out here searching for a salary (and health insurance) and hopefully, by my birthday, i’ll have that. but we’ll see, the job search has been uhhh…..abysmal to say the least.

anyways, in the midst of being stressed, i’ve realized that i really don’t think about nathan all the time like i used to. sometimes i’ll go like two days before i’m reminded of him. the other day, i was like “am i a bad person because of this?” and like, logically, i know that it’s totally normal, but on the other hand, i can’t help but feel guilty because of it sometimes. i feel a sense of responsibility to exist as a reminder of “hey, this person existed, and they mattered,” and while i realize that’s a huge weight to put onto myself, i feel like if i don’t, then who will?

last night, i was reading house of leaves (which, despite owning a copy since high school, i’ve actually never read it before) and i found nathan’s bookmark (a ticket from a baseball game he went to right after he moved to new york) in it, from when i let him take a few of my books when he moved to nyc. i got weirdly emotional and was like “wow what a fun coincidence to find this item of nathan’s that i’ve never seen before in my life on the 1.5 year anniversary of him dying.” i’m not saying i’m superstitious, but maybe i am a little stitious.

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since the last time i wrote a blog, i’ve kept notes on my phone every time something happens that i feel holds some sort of importance- so here’s what’s been in my notes since august 4th.

august 24, 2019. 4:17am

when i went into work on august 5th, a coworker of mine asked how i was doing. i was doing alright. the anniversary of nathan’s death really didn’t hit me too hard. i assumed i would have a huge nervous breakdown, and i didn’t.

then my coworker, who’d also lost a partner, told me, “i hate to sound negative and be the one to tell you this but the second year is a lot harder than the first.”

that’s what i’d been reading online for months, but to hear someone say it to my face i was just like… oh shit.

and so far, the second year has been harder.

i’ve officially been out on my own for a month now.

the best part about having depression is that no matter where you are, you still have depression. i don’t know why i was expecting moving to just alleviate all of my sadness when i know that i’ll always find a way to be miserable wherever i am.

it’s nice to be out of abilene and at least have the option of opportunity, but i basically just spend all of my free time asleep or crying.

as the ancient oracle, britney spears, once said- “my loneliness is killing me.”

now that i’ve started getting into a routine, i’m starting to feel that hole in my life again.

i’m on the same schedule that i was when i lived in new york, almost.

when we lived in new york, i would leave for work around 4, i’d get home around 11:30, and then nathan and i would hang out until around 4am, and then go to bed. the next day, he’d usually wake me up at a normal time, (or at least 2 hours before i had to be at work).

and now i have to leave for work around 4:30, i get home around 11, and when i come home i’m just alone. and i lay in bed until i’m finally exhausted enough to fall asleep, usually around 5am. and then i wake up ten minutes before i have to go to work.

i have been feeling this deep, existential sadness for awhile now. every night, i lay in bed and think about all of the conversations i wish i could revisit with nathan. all of the things i wish i’d said. i relive all of my favorite moments of ours. i am still so desperate to feel close to him again.

i cannot remember a time in my life when i was excited to wake up. i cannot remember a time when i looked forward to my future. in fact, when i think about my mental health as a child, the only thing i remember is one time when i was 12, my dad bought me tickets to see my favorite band. i was obviously so incredibly excited, and expressed the human emotion of joy, and my mother accused me of being on drugs because she’d “never seen me act like that before.” it was so surprising to her to see me happy that she literally thought i was on drugs.

i’ve been like this for as long as i can remember, except for the two years that nathan and i were together. i was still so depressed when we lived together, but for the first time, i was looking forward to the future. for the first time, dealing with my depression seemed worth it. for the first time, putting effort into getting better made sense.

for the first time in my life, i didn’t feel alone.

and it took a lot of effort on nathan’s part to make sure that i didn’t feel alone. the loneliness i’ve always felt is like a self-fulfilling prophecy. i actively choose to retreat from friendships and relationships. i stop responding to texts. i hide away and cancel plans. it’s my fault that i feel isolated- because i isolate myself. and nathan refused to let me do that. when i get stressed, i internalize everything and take it all on my own- and nathan would recognize when i was doing that and beg me to let him help. and i wouldn’t let him help. but he would still do it, because he knew what i needed without me asking and would just quietly provide it for me so that i wouldn’t lose my mind. and a lot of the time the help was just him actively sitting me down and reminding me that i’m in fact, not alone. i’ll never forget when i was so stressed after moving to new york because i was so poor, and nathan telling me that “it’ll be okay. we’ll figure it out.” i never asked him for money, or for help, because i have too much pride for that. but even when i was working, i was struggling to make ends meet for myself, and he would sneakily do things like go to the grocery store and be like “oh hey, i was at the store today and just picked up some chicken for you so you don’t have to go yourself.” there were a few times when i asked him to pick up something from the halal cart for me because i didn’t want to get out of bed and i’d be like “there’s cash in my wallet just grab it” but instead of taking the money from my wallet, he’d just get the food for me, and put the change he had leftover in my wallet for me to have.

but even past that, just emotionally, he’d always reassure me that i wasn’t alone. as soon as he started to sense me doing the thing where i try to isolate myself, he’d just cling to me even harder.

here’s the thing: i’m too tired to fight for myself, and i don’t have anyone that’ll fight for me the way that nathan did.

august 29th, 2019. 5:32pm

so here’s the tea: i went on a date for the first time since nathan died. i went out last night, got drunk, got on bumble and agreed to go on a date this morning. so yeah, i was aggressively hungover, which is maybe not the best version of me for someone to meet- but it’s the version i brought to the table nonetheless. and like, it was fine. well, up until the point he was trying to relate to me and my career in theatre and told me that his favorite musical is CATS. his favorite cat is the rum tum tugger, and he can’t wait to see the movie in december.

it’s not going to work out. CATS is an abomination and i refuse to spend time with anyone who disagrees with that statement.

on a more serious note: i realized that i definitely don’t have the emotional capacity to date. i just can’t bring myself to care about anything anyone has to tell me about themselves. you have two sisters, your parents divorced when you were 8 and and you love CATS? zzzzz….sorry, that was me blacking out for 7 minutes.

y’know, i’m unsure about a lot of things in my life. like, don’t try to ask me what i want for dinner because i refuse to make a decision about anything. don’t ask me what my favorite movie is, or my favorite book. i have no idea, dude, sorry. BUT the one thing i have incredible clarity about is what i deserve in a relationship. i had impossibly high standards before nathan and i were together and now they’re even higher- but that’s fine when you don’t have the emotional capacity to deal with scrubs to begin with.

the other day, i found my journal that i kept in college. it starts in august of 2015, with the eulogy i wrote for my dad’s funeral. an excerpt: “despite me acting like an awful teen at times, he always was on my side. i think that’s what i’ll miss the most. i’ll miss having someone who had my back 100%. i’ll miss having someone who was always making sure i was happy…” and after reading that, i realized why my relationship with nathan was so successful. i’ve always heard that “girls always end up marrying someone like their dad” thing, and for the most part always chalked it up to weird patriarchal bullshit, but maybe there’s a little truth in it. because i definitely see some of my favorite things about my dad reflected in my favorite things about nathan.

september 30, 2019. 1:09am

sometimes the saddest things must be sung.

every time i try to write, it’s impossible to say anything that’s not just “i’m sad.” i haven’t been feeling great lately. i just feel trapped in this infinite loop of sadness and it’s so exhausting. i don’t like being like this. nathan would always get so frustrated with me when my depression was really bad, and i’d always be like do you think this is fun for me??? do you think i like being like this??? do you think i wake up and want to be a goblin??? newsflash my dude, i don’t.

here’s the thing: when nathan first died, i was sad all the time. but it made sense. i had a reason to be sad all of the time.

but i’m still sad all of the time. i wake up, i’m sad for 10 hours and then i go to bed. and then i wake up, maybe go to work, come home and be sad until bedtime. it’s a constant loop of sadness and i am so tired.

nothing i do fulfills me. nothing satisfies me. i have neither purpose nor direction. i’m tired. and i’m sad.

october 2nd, 2019. 7:34pm

i went to urgent care today- turns out i don’t have depression, i just have a torn ligament in my ankle.

for context: i fell down the stairs at work the other day, crunched my ankle like it was an empty ozarka water bottle, and just wrecked my shit. i think this injury has me sadness spiraling a lot more than i normally do. now i get why nathan used to get so depressed whenever he’d injure himself.

the first time i got really sick after nathan died, i was so sad. this is my first ever really bad physical injury- i’ve never broken a bone or torn anything before, and i’m really feeling the loss of nathan right now. like how am i supposed to feed myself when i can barely walk to the kitchen? who’s supposed to remind me to take my ibuprofen every few hours?

senior year of college, i kept getting strep, and the only reason i didn’t die is because every 12 hours nathan would call me to make sure i took my antibiotics, even when i had to take them at 2am. i only have two voicemails from him saved on my phone and literally one of them is from 3am and he’s like “hello wake up, your penicillin is calling, i’m gonna keep calling you until you wake up.”

even though spraining my ankle was a nightmare, it could’ve been worse. just think, if i was a framing device in an emily bronte novel, i would have just had to live at work for five weeks until it healed.

october 11th, 2019. 5:37pm

i haven’t been sleeping lately, and last night i fell asleep around 6am. the cold front had just blown in and it was raining and i finally fell asleep. before i went to bed, i cracked my windows open for the first time this year and when i woke up this morning it was chilly in my room. i woke up in a little cocoon of all of my blankets and pillows and for a moment, before i completely opened my eyes, it felt like i was back in new york, waking up with nathan on a fall wednesday morning. it’s the little things.

october 25th, 2019. 2:19am

i keep thinking about all the things that have returned to me. all of the things that i gave to nathan that are back in my possession, tucked away in my room. like the grey ut shirt that was 3 sizes too big for me- so i gave it to him as a christmas present our first year together. he had been in new york for a semester, and he surprised me by coming to austin for new year’s- we hadn’t talked about christmas gifts or anything, but we ended up giving each other almost the exact same gift. he had gotten me a columbia sweater, and he slept in it for a few days before giving it to me, so it smelled like him. i did the exact same thing with that grey shirt. we couldn’t stop laughing when we exchanged the gifts because we were so amused that we’d gotten the same thing for each other.

after he died, that shirt was one of the few that i kept of his, he slept in it all the time when we lived together. it still smells like him.

i don’t wear my rings anymore, but when i see them in the bottom of my jewelry box, i think about the day that i gave him the engagement ring. he was so afraid of me saying no if he were to propose to me, so i told him that when i knew i’d say yes- i’d give him the ring i wanted him to use. on our first anniversary, i was visiting him in new york, right before i flew back to texas, i left a letter on his desk, with the ring attached. it returned to me a year after that, on our second anniversary when he proposed.

the day after nathan died, i went through all of his stuff. mostly because i knew i was about to fly back to texas and i didn’t know when i’d return to our apartment, so i wanted to collect all of his important documents that i didn’t want to lose. social security card, IDs, cards, passport, etc. but when i was digging through his backpack, i found a folder, where he’d kept all of the letters and cards i’d given to him throughout the years.

my personal favorite was an envelope that had two things in it: a sample size of the perfume that i’ve always worn, and a letter that just said “for when you miss me.” i gave that to him before we were even together. it was during that weird ambiguous era of our relationship where we were too afraid to commit, but were definitely in too deep to not commit. every time i would leave his apartment, he’d comment on how his pillows smelled like me, and how he missed me- right after he made his decision to go to columbia, we assumed we would never see each other again, so i gave him that letter.

i was surprised to see all of those letters because that meant that he moved them from his apartment in abilene, to new york, to our apartment in new york, back to texas, and then to philly.

so in turn, i moved them from philly, back to abilene, and now they’re with me in a box in austin.

and i hope that one day all of the love that i gave to nathan will return to me.

november 4th, 2019. 12:31am

in the deepest, blackest night of despair if you can get just one pinhole of light, all of grace rushes in.

november 19th, 2019. 2:20am

i’ve started taking up space again.

december 20th, 2019. 1:41pm

y’know, i’ve been doing pretty well for myself lately, and by that i mean that i haven’t had any major meltdowns. well, except for a couple of days ago. it was a christmas party, and as we all know- i’m not great at being social. but i also never turn down an invitation, which is a strange combination of things that happen to exist at the core of my being. but luckily, i got a plus one. see, with a plus one, i have a buffer there. i can bring one of my more interesting friends to carry conversations for me and then by proxy i become more able to socialize because i have to expend less energy by having that buffer there. anyways the person i was bringing as my plus one cancelled two hours before the event which meant that i had no time to try to get someone else to come with me. and this threw me into a major breakdown. i didn’t even want to go to the party at this point, but i had spent so much money on an outfit that if i didn’t go i would have wasted like 60 dollars. and i sat there trying to put makeup on to go but i kept crying and ruining it and then i chugged three white claws before even showing up at the party and i didn’t eat beforehand because there was supposed to be food there but by the time i was done crying and arrived, there was nothing left and then i drank 5 glasses of wine because it was free and i have social anxiety, and somehow i made it through the night without making a fool of myself, which is a miracle.

the thing is, i really don’t get upset about a lot of things. but if someone cancels or changes plans on me, especially plans that we’d had set for at least a month in advance, i lose my god damn mind. there is historically nothing that upsets me more.

but this time around, i realized that it really hurt me because it was the first time that i was confronted with the fact that i no longer have anyone in my life that prioritizes me. like, if nathan was begrudgingly my plus one to an event, he can’t get out of it- it’s non-negotiable. but like, i don’t hold that level of importance in anyone else’s life- there’s always something more important to them and uhhhhh that feeling sucks.

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and that was the last note i wrote in 2019. which brings us to january 2020. when i think about my relationship with nathan, i feel like january always ended up being a special month for us. in 2016, january was the first time i ever spent the night with nathan. in 2017, nathan came back to texas to see me for the new year, after we’d been long-distance for five months. at the end of 2017, he went out of town for like three weeks, and i was miserable and all alone for the holidays, but in january 2018, his last day of vacation back home in abilene coincided with my first day of vacation back in abilene so we got to see each other for a little bit instead of having to go an entire month apart during the holidays.

so i always end up getting weird and do a lot of reminiscing in january- but i feel like that’s kind of universal.

like the #1 thing that everyone does is get all existential and contemplative when the new year hits.

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in 2018, i never stopped moving. like a shark, i would have died if i stayed in one place for too long. and there i was in 2019, finally staying in one place.

it was a lot easier to ask for help when i had a reason to be sad. but now enough time has passed since nathan died that i feel like a burden when i’m not doing well.

in my blog post wrapping up 2018, i said that my goal was to be kinder to myself. i also said that 2019 was going to be for starting a new life.

and while i’ve been no kinder to myself, at least i’ve made strides in living in this new phase of my life. in 2019 i moved out of my mother’s house, and back into my best friend’s apartment in austin. i got 3 jobs. i cut off all of my hair and pierced my nose. i started taking up space again.

a few weeks ago, a coworker of mine told me that she had also lost a partner before. but what stuck with me was when she said, “you will never be the same. you’ll be happy again, and you’ll fall in love again- but you’ll never be the same person again”

and i’m realizing how true that is.

i think one of the scariest scenarios is waking up one day and not remembering who you are. and that’s exactly what happened to me in 2018. i woke up one day without nathan and couldn’t remember who i was.

one thing everyone’s been talking about lately is how this is the end of the decade, and i realized that nathan was in my life for the entire decade. he was in my life before the decade even started. and then when he died, i lost such a huge part of my identity. there’s a bear’s den lyric that’s like “i don’t want to know who i am without you,” and that’s what 2019 was for me.

kintsugi is the japanese art of fixing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with a lacquer mixed with powdered gold. i’ve always been a vase held by shaky hands, constantly on the precipice of shattering- and in 2018 i was dropped. in 2019, i’ve been finding tiny pieces of myself and trying to piece them back together to form a whole person again.

recently, i’ve been realizing all of the little pieces of me that are missing. like the part of me that used to be good at holding conversations with people. and the part of me that had the ability to be a person for more than like 3 hours a day. and the part of me that showed excitement about things. i don’t even know what things excite me anymore? do i have interests or hobbies? not really. one time, i described myself as a robot that powers off if i am not at work, and wow, what an apt description.

the other day, one of my friends called me out about how she can never tell if i’m actually excited about something or not. my language is always very vague and even when i’m really stoked about something, i rarely show excitement about it.

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so now it’s february 2020. it’s been a year and a half since nathan died. i’m feeling better. the other day, i came to the realization that i think my emotions have finally leveled off. i’m back to my normal amount of unstable, rather than that really virulent level that i was at for awhile at the end of last year. it feels good to finally have a little bit of control back over my life. i’ve finally really settled in at work, and i’m starting to feel more confident in my capabilities.

so what are my goals for 2020? i think the biggest thing is to find something that i care about. honestly, probably a big part of the reason why i’ve been having such a hard time finding a Big Girl Job to settle into is because there’s just nothing that i’m 100% passionate about. it’s hard for me to find an answer other than “i’m just trying to not die,” whenever i get asked “so why do you want this job?” i really want to find lasting stability this year. i’m tired of not being able to enjoy anything because i don’t have money. whoever said money can’t buy happiness obviously was never poor because let me tell you, i’d be a lot happier if i could afford to go out with my friends more often. or if i could like…….eat 3 meals a day without feeling guilty for wasting food because i know i can live on just one meal a day.

i also started doing a skincare routine that involves like 4 different serums and i’ve been doing really well keeping up with doing it twice a day and if i could carry that energy through the rest of the year that’d be dope. i would make a comment about how i’ve been going to the gym every day and how i’m trying to have a 2020 glo-up but i was going to the gym every day for awhile but i haven’t been in like two weeks.

also my chemical romance just reunited so i guess my other 2020 goal is to see them on this reunion tour.

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#1-49

ok i answered all of them below the cut

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

probably @vinorusso

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

im shy if i dont know you but once im comfortable around you good luck getting me to shut up

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

*whispers* @jj-pepsi

4. Are you easy to get along with?

yeah! i tend to get along with most folks as long as you dont insult me and arent an asshole!

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

gosh i hope so! i’d be a giggling mess someone would need to help me!

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

answered!

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

im in one right now~

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

joseph joestar

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

depends. as long as its with someone i know well then i’m okay.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

@namethatghostling @vinorusso and @icetown666

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

“AAAA”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Daft Pretty Boys – Bad Suns

Passenger Side – Smallpools

I Don’t Want it at All – Kim Petras

Beware the Dog – The Griswolds

All Men Are Pigs – Studio Killers

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

Y E S

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

answered!

15. What good thing happened this summer?

well the summer is just beginning but last summer i got to go to pride and have a great time with my friends

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

no.

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

answered!

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

oh heck no.

19. Do you like bubble baths?

yup!!

20. Do you like your neighbors?

no.

21. What are you bad habits?

i pick at my nails a lot, and i also sleep way too late.

22. Where would you like to travel?

i’d love to go to japan or ireland

23. Do you have trust issues?

nah, im pretty trusting until someone betrays me.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

sleeping

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

most of it, but mostly my tummy

26. What do you do when you wake up?

lay in bed for an hour

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

im fine with the skin im in,

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

my close friends!

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

no. i dont talk to my exes.

30. Do you ever want to get married?

not thinking about it atm.

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

yes!

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

*raises eyebrows* chris pratt and chris hemsworth.

33. Spell your name with your chin.

sziob bnz n

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

me? running? playing sports? i dont think so.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

tv, i would miss food network though.

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

yup, all the time.

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

nothing.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

they’re sweet and kind, and incredibly understanding and compassionate, they’d be the first one i think of when i wake up, and the last before i go to bed. theyre always there to listen and ready to comfort me anytime

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

stuff with comics and games!

40. What do you want to do after high school?

well im in college…so….?

i dunno, i kinda want to be a flight attendent

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

depends.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

answered!

43. Do you smile at strangers?

sometimes!

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

SPACE SPACE SPACE

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

needing to use the bathroom does the trick.

46. What are you paranoid about?

dying alone, probably.

47. Have you ever been high?

nope

48. Have you ever been drunk?

yup, it was wild.

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

who hasnt?

50. What was the color of the last hoodie you wore?

grey

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

sometimes.

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

i wish i didnt weigh so much.

53. Favorite makeup brand?

NYX

54. Favorite store?

it used to be gamestop, but now i work there so nah.

55. Favorite blog?

dailyjo2eph

56. Favourite colour?

yellow, but i also like purple!

57. Favourite food?

answered!

58. Last thing you ate?

chicken wings

59. First thing you ate this morning?

uhh, nothing?

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

i dont remember winning anything tbh

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

nope, im a good egg.

62. Been arrested? For what?

no! im a good noodle!

63. Ever been in love?

yes ;p

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

my first kiss was awful. the guy kissed me in front of my mom while she was looking wtf.

65. Are you hungry right now?

im always hungry.

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

my tumblr friends are my real friends

67. Facebook or Twitter?

twitter

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

still twitter.

69. Are you watching tv right now?

yup! food network!

70. Names of your bestfriends?

im not giving out peoples names.

71. Craving something? What?

chocolate pudding pie…

72. What colour are your towels?

various colors, but mostly purple

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

yes

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

way over 100

75. Favourite animal?

i really like whales

76. What colour is your underwear?

black.

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

chocolate

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

purple cow (its black raspberry with chocolate chips)

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

white

80. What colour pants?

n/a

81. Favourite tv show?

cutthroat kitchen

82. Favourite movie?

Josie and the Pussycats

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

uhh ive only seen the first one once

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

mean girls?

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

uhhh?

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

flo

87. First person you talked to today?

my mom

88. Last person you talked to today?

@jj-pepsi

89. Name a person you hate?

drumpf

90. Name a person you love?

@jj-pepsi @vinorusso @namethatghostling @icetown666 and @kohomint

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

drumpf

92. In a fight with someone?

nah

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

like 5 pairs

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

too many

95. Last movie you watched?

Life of the Party

96. Favourite actress?

melissa mccarthy

97. Favourite actor?

chris pratt

98. Do you tan a lot?

99. Have any pets?

i have 3 cats

100. How are you feeling?

pretty good

101. Do you type fast?

maybe?

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

i regret a lot of things.

103. Can you spell well?

not really

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

yeah.

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

nah.

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

yes.

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

nope

108. What should you be doing?

sleeping

109. Is something irritating you right now?

yup.

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

yeah

111. Do you have trust issues?

no, im pretty trusting.

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

i cry a lot, so i dont remember.

113. What was your childhood nickname?

never had one

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

yeah, all the time.

115. Do you play the Wii?

yup, and switch, wii u, and ps4

116. Are you listening to music right now?

yeah

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

yes!

118. Do you like Chinese food?

love it.

119. Favourite book?

i like Percy Jackson and the Olympians series

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

nah

121. Are you mean?

i hope not!!

122. Is cheating ever okay?

no.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

nope.

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

yeah

125. Do you believe in true love?

heck yeah

126. Are you currently bored?

maybe a little?

127. What makes you happy?

talking with my friends

128. Would you change your name?

nah, ive gotten used to it

129. What your zodiac sign?

answered

130. Do you like subway?

yeah, subway is fine.

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

?? date them maybe?? idk??

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

@vinorusso @namethatghostling @icetown666

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

Hold me close and hold me fastThe magic spell you castThis is La Vie En RoseWhen you kiss me heaven sighsAnd though I close my eyesI see La Vie En RoseWhen you press me to your heartI’m in a world apartA world where roses bloomAnd when you speak…angels sing from aboveEveryday words seem…to turn into love songsGive your heart and soul to meAnd life will always beLa Vie En Rose

134. Can you count to one million?

i mean theoretically, yes. in reality? im not doing that shit.

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

cant really think of anything.

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

either way! some nights i forget to close it, but it also doesnt stay closed

137. How tall are you?

5 feet 6 inches!

138. Curly or Straight hair?

i have straight hair!

139. Brunette or Blonde?

im a brunette!

140. Summer or Winter?

summer, i hate shoveling snow

141. Night or Day?

answered!

142. Favourite month?

October!

143. Are you a vegetarian?

nah, meat all the way dude.

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

milk

145. Tea or Coffee?

coffee

146. Was today a good day?

debatable.

147. Mars or Snickers?

mars?? im not a fan of snickers. milky way is my favorite candy bar

148. What’s your favourite quote?

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream. - Vincent Van Gogh

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

answered!

#me #ask #ask me #Anonymous

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sillyfudgemonkeys · 7 years ago

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uhhh wouldn't the multiple timelines thing for Persona become overkill? I mean, that was the thing in Zero Escape, which led to ZTD... Plus Persona's mythology is confusing enough with all the soft resets every game does *looking at how P5 basically ignored everything explained in P4 and the spinoffs* i feel like adding multiple timelines to all that would just make things worse

Yes and no. Multiple Timelines can be overkill as a downside, if not played well. ZTD seemed to focus more on advancing the story and the science behind jumping timelines. Persona would....be using it to expand it’s universe you could say. Focusing more on “what if” scenarios, like SMT If which lead to Persona or how P3P showed a new side of things. Atlus can make games that don’t require having to know knowledge of past games, you can dig deeper into the lore if you so wish but that’s only optional. I think the if Persona focuses on the journey rather than complex nitty gritty it’ll be fine.

In theory, they can make as many mainline Persona games they want, even soft resetting back to P3P and soft/hard resetting back SMT If... without hurting new players. The reason being is that Persona does a good job keeping each mainline game self contained. I mean there’s an over arching plot and stuff, but those are mostly seen in spinoffs (at least for Hashino, Tadashi has it in his trilogy but it’s still possible to play his games out of order without having your head blown off over confusion...so like...*shrugs*).

The spinoff titles can be were the crossovers and/or more explanation on multiple timelines/universes can come into play. Those are Atlus’ more experimental products so they can go crazy if they want tbh. And these are usually the products people who are biiiiiiiig fans and do want to know more of the crazy lore, will buy.

So how about an example (under the cut cause it’s long).

In theory Atlus could release a game called “Persona P” and a sequel to that being “Persona S.” The P and the S are obvs word, what those words are can be whatever fits the plot of said games (and maybe even foreshadowing the spinoffs). Tho it should be noted that "S" is drawn in it's latin form "Ƨ" (you can probably see where I might be going with this). Anyway say that Persona P was announced, it's announced just like a numbered mainline game, but, of course, without the number. The game comes out, plays just like a Hashino (or maybe post-Hashino) mainline game in both gameplay and length. Same thing happens when Persona S is announced. The odd thing about these games is that........you aren't sure when they take place on the Persona timeline, like are they after P5? During? Before? Of course Atlus has easter eggs that hint at the place on the timeline, but they're very well hidden. But......there's something not right about this game, as a person who has played the other games something feels off(as this is something a newcomer wouldn't even think of catching). On the TV (that's optional to see of course).....it's stated that Rise would take a break....but didn't this already happen in P4? And it's strange it happened on the same date as it did on P4....actually....the calendar is the same as P4 (and P5).....wait is this taking place in 2011? Or the 2020s? At a later date it's revealed that she'll quit being an idol all together. But that didn't happen in P4! Curious, you begin to try to find all the hidden nooks and crannies of the game. Talk to every NPC, on everyday since there's a chance one of them only states certain things on certain days. Over the course of talking to them you find out about Namatame and his affair, you find out about the murder and/or sexual assault that happened that lead to the arrest of an officer.....but no other killings. So wait the murders didn't happen in P4? So P4 didn't happen? Even more strange, after finish talking to these special NPCs, their lines are usually followed by a statement in red text stating "It has nothing to do with your problems." Why does this sound familiar? Actually maybe we should talk to Igor....come to think of it Margaret is part of the Velvet Room in this game too.....you didn't think much of it since she's basically fulfilling Marie's role in P4G and isn't really your main VR attendant..... And it’s not like she left the VR like Liz did....wait was Liz mentioned to have left in this game? Or was it Theo?And....it’s funny, the last time Margaret was a support attendant was.....wait.....that's it....it was P3P! And that red text....wait it was just like what Fake!Vincent said in his cameo! Then Persona S comes out, similar things start to happen. Calendar dates are the same as P5. NPCs saying weird things. There's no sign of the Phantom Thieves anywhere.....actually there's no sign of any of the cases Goro caused. But from what you can gather this is 2016 just like P5 was...... Now Atlus has announced a new title, a crossover between P and S (either a fighting game, a Q game, or something else). One of the key themes (at least one I would choose) is mirrors and reflections. Through talking between the VR attendants and diving more into the lore we find out.....that this is a different timeline from the numbered games we are aware of. They run parallel to the numbered games. P is paralleled to 4, and 5 is paralleled to S/Ƨ. Now a new door has opened. The next crossover (spinoff game of course) stars P3, PP, and PS characters, we learn more on how just a change in MC in P3 really changed these timelines. This leads into the next crossover game, one big bombastic crossover of the Male and Female routes. Of course it's like world ending the same as EP and PQ when the timelines were manipulated in those games, of course these crossovers will end with them forgetting, but it's the journey and the fun of seeing all these characters interact.....That’s the main draw of these crossovers.

Or.....we don’t have the big crossover.......Maybe Atlus just......releases a new main branch “what if” series branching from SMT If (but with the Male MC instead)... and/or P3P just to experiment. Maybe it’ll lead to a big crossover, maybe not. Maybe they can use it to explore new possibilities that they weren’t able to before. Or maybe the new director was afraid of living up to Tadashi and Hashino’s legacy so they pushed the soft reset to P3P or hard reset to IF.... so they can try something new while not having to worry about being tied down to “P6.” Maybe it’s all those things maybe it’s none of those things. The main point is-is that Persona has a lot of potential to do something other’s can’t or haven’t done. Maybe this can lead to a spinoff series for Persona similar to how IF/Persona was a spioff for the mainline SMT, but still have it connected in-universe (unlike Catherine which is....a similar concept but different since the Vincent that shows up in P3P is a fake, also hurry it up on my Catherine/Golden Theater sequel Atlus! ;w;). It’s just.....sooooooo many possibilities. ;w; And it’s just....kinda frustrating it’s not taken advantage of......

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sakurabunnie · 8 years ago

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1-30 for either Maxwell/Ascan or Maxwell/Adahl, your choice :D

OTP Questions Ask Meme: For Ascan x Maxwell

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?

They probably spend about the same on each other. Though Maxwell might spend more because the man never learned how to budget! XD

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

Probably Maxwell would sleep in Ascan’s lap because Ascan’s a lot bigger than Maxwell. Maxwell would let Ascan lay his head in his lap though.

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

Maxwell would walk around the house half-naked but Ascan would blush and ask him to put on clothes not yell at him.

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

Not sure about this one…Maybe Maxwell would stay up late? He’s kind of a night owl. So I guess Ascan would tell him not to stay up.

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

Uhhh…I’m not sure but I think they both know how to cook.

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”?

Maybe Maxwell saying “oh that’s us” and Ascan going “not really”?

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

Maxwell since he is smaller than Ascan. He’ll wear Ascan’s shirt as a night shirt!

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”

Maxwell would be running around and forget the important thing and Ascan would have to remind him.

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

Maxwell would drive and Ascan gives directions.

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

Maxwell would pose for Ascan as he draws.

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

They wouldn’t ever do this but I guess Maxwell is trying to show off and do the backflips and Ascan is just calmly following him.

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking?

Maxwell can’t hold his drinks so Ascan always has to watch him! XD

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

Maxwell! He’s always giving Ascan little trinkets he picks up from his travels.

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?

Lol! Probably Maxwell!

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?

Maxwell has arachnophobia so he’d scream about the spider and Ascan would put it outside.

16: Which one gives the other their jacket?

Ascan gives Maxwell his jacket but it’s too big! XD

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?

Both of them! Ascan gets threatened by Marcus and Vincent and Maxwell gets threatened by Runa.

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

Ascan is very shy so Maxwell would confess first.

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting?

They would be awesome parents! Their kids would be so loved!

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

Ascan would use perfect grammar and Maxwell would use numbers as letters.

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

They would protect each other!

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

Maxwell makes the bad puns but Ascan enjoys them anyway.

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

Ascan would come home to find Maxwell bought a puppy! XD

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

Ascan would give Maxwell a piggyback ride.

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

If Maxwell is competing Ascan would hold a sign to support him but if Ascan is doing the activity Maxwell is his overzealous cheerleader!

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

Maxwell! He thinks Ascan looks adorable when he sleeps! :D

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?

Neither? Neither of them wears makeup or care much about fashion.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

Neither? They both like the same animals.

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

Ascan since he’s taller.

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

Hmm…Probably somewhere with a pretty countryside. They’d both take pictures and also sketch the people and scenery.

Thanks for asking!♡〜٩(^▿^)۶〜♡

#hobbithase #ascan adaar #my characters #maxwell trevelyan #ascan x maxwell #oc asks #hopefully i got them right! :3

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