#and I don’t often post multiple pictures at once like this

[awaywiththe]

thanks Anya <3 tbh this was harder than I expected and I Did need to enlist the help of The Sibling a lil bit

Gwen Tennyson (Ben 10: Alien Force); Alec Lightwood (The Mortal Instruments); Grantaire (Les Misérables); Stanley Uris (It); Tori Spring (Heartstopper); Natalie Goodman (Next to Normal)

no pressure tags: @wryterofworlds @spacechampion @fagzone @yamatohotsuin and anyone else who would like to participate!

tag game: post images of some of your “they’re just like me” characters

tagged by: @the-hopeless-fanboy and @venuslovesfrogs

nightmare blunt rotation

tagging: @beetle-goth @devourerofcheesecake @its-kinda-snowy @grand-taire @oddlittlestories @coop-of-coffee and anyone else who wants to :))

[secondhandsorrows]

Some Vital Scenes to Include in a Romantic Subplot, pt. 1

I’ve been in the plotting stages of a novel I’ve been working on for some time now. It’s not a romance novel, per se, but the romantic aspect is very prevalent… dare I say important. Anyway, so as I was working on my scenes and character arcs, I began to realize that I didn’t have enough fleshed-out about romantic arc, nor deepened the protagonist’s love interest or their connection, for that matter. This led me to devise up some scenes that I felt were crucial to the story if I wanted to keep this romantic angle to it, and now that I’ve most of them arranged, I find now that I’m way more excited about my characters’ love story. 

These tips will be unnumbered because, obviously, the sequence of these events and how they will fall into your storyline will probably be different. Also, you don’t have to use only one scene for every suggestion that will be mentioned, as you can have multiple scenes of flirtations or deep conversations, for example. They usually blend all together into the narrative at this point. Just remember that there should be some relevance to the plot at hand in some of these scenes as to not derail completely from the main narrative or other conflicts.

I was going to post this all at once, but decided it was too long and wanted to split it into two parts to go more in-depth and for easy reading. /-\ Enjoy ~

- The meet-cute, or the meet-ugly:

Ah, yes, the first encounter. Or, as we sometimes like to call it: the meet-cute, or the meet-ugly if you’re feeling a little unconventional or perhaps mischievous. Though we may enjoy setting up our star-crossed characters in a whole range of moments from awkward to swoon-worthy, the initial meeting is what’s important (if your characters haven't already met before the beginning of the story, ofc, but this is useful to have in mind). Let us quickly define the two:

Meet-Cute: A charming and serendipitous first encounter between the characters in question that sets a positive, memorable, and oftentimes romantic tone.

Meet-Ugly: An unconventional, awkward, or disastrous initial meeting that adds a unique twist to the start of the romantic connection, often leading to unexpected chemistry and an added intrigue on whether or not they’ll get together.

You don’t have to nail your characters’ first encounter into a label or bubble such as these two examples, but I like bringing these up for a general idea. 

- Bouts of flirting and/or banter:

Just as the title suggests, these are scenes containing the flirtaious communication between the two characters. These kinds of interactions will, of course, develop over time and deepen the bond or relationship. Playful interactions, gazes, and witty exchanges between the characters can create a lighthearted and flirtatious atmosphere that hints at their growing attraction.

The way they might flirt or tease can reveal their personalities. For example, one character might be more sarcastic, while the other responds with quick wit, or quiet bashfulness. There’s an element of subtlety, as flirting lets the characters express their romantic interest without explicitly stating it (unless one of your characters lacks subtlety in general and prefers to shout their undying love from the rooftops, which would make for an interesting dynamic, but I’m only spit-balling). 

Banter, teasing, and romantic tension underscoring heated debates or loathsome gazes suit just as nicely, especially if you’re writing with enemies-to-lovers or rivalry tropes in mind. But be careful! A little goes a long way: too much all at once can repel any growth for the characters or narrative.

- Initial conflict or struggle:

Depending on your story’s big-picture conflict, the introduction of challenges or obstacles can create tension between the characters, adding depth to their relationship and making their eventual connection all the more satisfying. This might include cultural or class differences, opposing goals or values, history of past heartbreak, personality weaknesses such as stubbornness, or external pressures that threaten to keep the characters apart. Even a nosy family or a disapproving mother can be considered. How the characters navigate and resolve these conflicts contributes significantly to the overall emotional impact of the romance subplot, as well as allowing for some exploration of each character's strengths, weaknesses, and resilience. 

- Shared vulnerability:

This kind of scene involves the characters opening up to each other about their innermost fears, insecurities, past trauma, or personal struggles. Shared vulnerability goes beyond surface-level interactions. It involves characters revealing their authentic selves, exposing their emotional vulnerabilities, and allowing the other person to see them in an honest — and sometimes new — light.

This is a symbolic gesture of commitment we’re talking about, here… something that requires trust. As characters share their fears or past traumas, they are entrusting the other person with sensitive information, fostering a sense of trust and emotional intimacy. It might be scary, it could be out from left field, but they will end up learning something new about themselves, their situation, or about the other person, and thus deepen their connection, little by little.

[decaying-church]

Slasher Nsfw Headcanons

(a/n: pretend I've been posting constantly this year :))

Pairing : Herbert West x male!reader, Vincent Sinclair x male!reader

Requested by @unspeakableoftheoscarwildesorr : Will you do a nsfw headcannons with vincent sinclaire and herbert west? It’s alright if you don’t want to. Please have a good day :))

Warning: bottom!slashers, top!reader, hair pulling, public play, Vincent's conservative upbringing, Vincent writes smut for you, bondage, mentions of chemical burns, getting caught multiple times (slight exhibitionist Herbert) sorry dan, breeding, aftercare

Characters: Herbert West, Vincent Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

He likes it when you watch him work, hovering over his shoulder, sometimes leaning on the table next to him. It makes him nervous, his hands fumbling a bit. If you tell him he was doing good and his brain would shut off.

He loves it when you praise him.

He also likes it when you run your hand over his back, whether you're giving him a massage or just feeling clingy he won't be able to focus on anything but you touching him.

Definitely a virgin when you met, but he knows about the general action of sex. Like the thing goes in the thing and then a baby comes out.

An utterly submissive bottom.

Before you met he figured that if he ever did end up having sex then he’d be the one doing all the work, as men do. (mmmh, conservative, yee-haw upbringing)

But then he met you, and he loved you, and you were both men, so his picture of what sex should be was completely shattered.

If you're generally smaller than him, he’ll try and be dominant. It won't work, the second you flirt with him or make a suggestive comment he goes weak in the knees.

He will make a single attempt at being on top before metaphorically throwing his hands up and going “well I tried”.

If your bigger, there is no attempt, there isn't even a thought of dominance, you were bigger- stronger, therefore you could do whatever you wanted to him and he would not complain (he will never tell you this because he knows you’d tell him otherwise but it honestly added an extra layer of excitement to everything)

The town is pretty empty so the two of you could essentially fuck anywhere.

You once joked about fucking in the middle of the road- and even though you were just joking, the thought of you holding him down on the old road, in front of all those houses, fucking him without a hint of modesty or secrecy genuinely plagued his dreams for several nights.

In reality, you’ve fucked in the gas station, in the movie theater, in the church, and in (or in more risky cases, against) the various houses around town.

Personally, I believe Vincent can talk, he’s just severely traumatized and doesn’t do it often, most days he communicates though groans, gestures, and forms of writing or drawing.

So, sometimes, when he wants you to try someone very specific with him, something too specific for him to say out loud, partially because of humiliation, but also because speaking was difficult for him, he will write it.

And not simple sentences either, he will go on and on about what he wants you to do to him, he’ll draw pictures, he’ll rant on for pages and pages.

The first time he did this you nearly read it out loud, you got about half a sentence in before realizing that no one else (especially Lester, who was just in the next room) needed to hear what he’d written for you.

Of course, with a set of quite specific instructions, you were able to make his every fantasy come true.

Vincent can genuinely go forever, round after round after round.

After years of being a recluse, he has a limit for how long he can go without some kind of stimulation.

Really, finally having someone who wants him and loves him above everybody else makes it a bit harder to continue the streak of celibacy he had before.

He can go about two weeks before he starts outright begging you to fuck him. Again, in great detail.

He doesn't have any prior experience so you'll have to teach him quite a few things.

The first time he asked you to tie him up he brought you some old ratty rope that would have torn his skin the moment things got too intense.

You have to ride out of tow a couple of times for supplies.

He is heartbroken every single time you leave, he always half expects you to just keep driving and never come back.

You always come back, much to Bo’s, who has to put up with Vincent being agiant baby whenever you leave, relief.

(if you ever actually leave Vincent, Bo will hunt you down. Despite everything he does love his brother)

He has a pretty average set of kinks, he likes being praised, tied up, and fucked within an inch of consciousness. He like it when you pull his hair and call him pretty, he likes getting fucked in places he shouldn’t, and he likes it when you leave marks on him.

Aftercare fiend, he’s not a pillow princess but you’d think he was with the way that he’d just lay there, fully fucked out, waiting for you to take care of him.

If you’re someplace where you can’t fully take care of him, (I.e. any other place you’ve fucked outside of your bedroom) he will become extremely flustered. Because that means he has to travel however far away you are from your bedroom in this state. And you could be several houses away or just a couple rooms away but he doesn’t consider either to be more or less embarrassing.

The state he’s in could varies depending on what you did, he could just have ruffled hair and messy clothes, or he could be walking around with a limp with every inch of visible skin covered in bruises.

Herbert West

A very busy man that doesn't like being interrupted while working.

That being said, he will sit on your cock while he's working.

He’ll tease you, act like he’s ready to get his back blown out against his desk, only for him to keep you inside while he works, shifting every so often, fully ignoring how hard he was in favor of chemicals and mildly unethical plans.

You might be able to fully pull him away from work if you give him an explicit rundown of all of the things you were going to do to him.

It'll distract him to the point that he just gives up, grabbing you by the shirt and pulling you in for a kiss.

Most of your “interactions” in his lab were just the two of you humping like animals on the nearest flat surface, which could be anything, a desk, the floor, the wall.

The two of you had so many chemical burns that could have been avoided simply by moving to his bedroom, you think the two off you would learn your lesson after the first time- you didn’t.

Herbert did not care what Dan heard or saw.

This was his house too after all. He could fuck wherever he wanted.

You’ve be caught by Dan an embarrassing amount of times.

Herbert from time to time will treat you like an experiment.

Don’t be surprised if he strips you down and asks to run some “test”

Herbert really, really likes oral.

He loves it when you guide him, one hand in his hair, slowly pulling him back and forth on your cock.

He is not immune to pet names.

Honey, baby, sweetheart, darling. The list goes on.

While he certainly likes those names, nothing captures his attention quite like you calling him “doctor”

This would be extremely inconvenience if you also worked at the hospital (the number of quickies had in closets/labs/bathrooms is downright disposable)

If you don't, you do it purely to tease him.

Leaning in close, telling him all the disgusting things you want to do to him, then just, “come on, Doctor West, don't you think you deserve a break?”

Herbert is definitely a switch with a preference for power bottoming.

He's in control while also getting fucked sideways, it's perfect for him.

When he is feeling fully submissive he will beg you to breed him.

He knows he can't necessarily be bred, but he likes the feeling of you cumming in him over and over.

Every position he likes, he likes for a very specific reason.

He likes missionary because he can leave marks all over your back, he likes being bent over the table so he has something to rest against when his legs inevitably gave out, he liked getting fucked on the wall because he liked how frantic and desperate it felt.

He will not flirt or try and sugarcoat what he wants, he doesn't care who hears, if he wants you to fuck him, he's going to tell you.

Herbert says he doesn’t like slow sex, but there’s been a couple of times when he hits a road block with his research and he’s frustrated and overwhelmed by everything and everyone and he just wants you to make it better.

You can’t necessarily help with the research but you could help him relax.

The way he reacts to aftercare changes drastically throughout your relationship.

When you first got together, he didn’t want you near him, don’t touch him, don’t talk to him, don’t look at him. Even though his legs were shaking violently and his body felt like it was on fire he insisted that he could handle everything himself.

There was somehow always water and food for him though, he figured it was a coincidence (leave him alone, his brain isn’t working at full capacity at the moment)

Further into you’re relationship he will definitely still be a brat about it, but less so. He’ll let you clean him, feed him, praise him. And on some of the more intense days, you’re gonna be carrying him around like a princess.

He “hates it”, but the moment you try and leave him to fend for himself, he gets even more irritated.

If it’s one of those days where you’re both bone tired afterwards then he’ll let you cuddle with him, he won’t initiate it, but he’ll enjoy it .

Kinktober 2023

[bbunivxrse]

AHHH I LOVED UR "HATED HIM" GOJO FIC ITS SO CUTEE🥹 I WANNA SEE A PART 2!! im curious will the reader date gojo or js continue to hate him lmao

❥ IMPROVEMENTS - SATORU GOJO

pairing: gojo x f!reader contents: pt 2 to this fic although you dont need to read it to understand this one. no warnings js fluff here !!! word count: 2.5k on the DOT a/n: HII NONNIE IM SSOOO HAPPY U LIKED IT!!! im sorry this took so long ive been busy with work and exams coming up :( hopefully i can post more often soon :((( ANYWAZ ENJOY

so maybe you don’t hate Satoru Gojo. not anymore. since that moment you shared with him, you thought everything would go back to normal, and for the most part it did. well, you think it did, but everyone else saw the changes clear as day.

as time passed, from an outside perspective it seemed like the two of you suddenly had a… “stable” friendship. both “stable” and “friendship” being used very very loosely. although gojo prefered “happy relationship” and “loving marriage”. the yelling matches (you yelling at gojo while he just sits there and smiles like an idiot) that used to occur multiple times daily went down to only once a day, if at all. you didn’t seem to shoo him away as much or rant about how annoying he is. it was almost like you were warming up to him.

if nobody knew what had happened between the two of you it would’ve seemed like a random switch that went off one day, except everyone did know what happened, cuz gojo’s big mouth went and told everyone the next fucking day. to escape being made fun of to no end, you told everyone you only kissed him so he’d shut up and there was no feelings beyond that, which was half true. the other half of you knew that being all bandaged up by him after a mission gone wrong, sitting in his bed while he tells you how much he cares about you, a man who’d usually piss you off and act all goofy. to see him like that was like a breath of really fresh air and kinda changed the way you saw him.

obviously he was still super annoying and pissed you off, but he seemed to finally get the memo and tuned it down so that it was actually manageable. his laugh was suddenly cuter, his face was less punchable and his flirting was almost starting to fluster you. almost. he still made those stupid comments and monologues for waaayy too long but he got a lot sweeter in his teasing and actions. he somehow found out what your favourite foods and places to eat were and bought you food after long days of school, training sessions and missions and took you to places around tokyo on outings “dates”. your friendship with him was finally tolerable. 

waking up on a sunday morning, you hear the sound of buzzing from your phone on your bedside table. 

incoming call from gojo.

its way too early for him to be bothering you already, but you know very well that if you don’t pick up now he’ll keep calling til you do. you silently curse shoko for giving him your number when he asked her, since he already knew you’d say no to him. “what do you want?” you answer his call, putting the phone to your ear as you sit up in bed. “good morning to you too i guess..” you can hear the pouting in his voice. “what are you up to today??” 

“i’m training a bit with nanami and haibara later.” you check the clock on the table, mentally starting to plan when you’re gonna start getting ready to meet the two of them. “nanami!? why would you train with him!? he doesn’t know anything.” he seemed to completely tune out the second name you mentioned

“he knows more than you.” you laugh at his dramatic gasp over the phone, picturing the look on his face. “whateverrrr. you should train with me instead!” 

“no.” 

“what!? why not?? im soooo much better than him!” you can hear the passion in his voice and you begin to wonder how he can have so much energy so early in the morning, especially on a sunday. “please humble yourself, and i already told nanami i’d train with them anyway.” you glance back at your clock, continuing to consider how long you can stay in bed for. “fiiineee. we can train together next time. what’re you doing after that?” 

“after training i’m gonna…” your voice trails off as you think back to earlier this week, trying to recall if you had made any other plans with anyone for today. “not doing anything later. i’m probably gonna go back to my dorm.” you confessed, forgetting exactly who you were on the phone with. “oh so you’re free later? perfect! we sh-“ 

“no, i’m not free. i’m going back to my dorm gojo. and i’m staying there. all day.” you make sure to give him the details of your plan to stay in your room so he doesn’t have any wiggle room to plan anything. “hmmmm.. okay! ill just come over then!” 

“what?? n-“ 

“cyalaterbye!!” you hear the phone beep as he hangs up, now looking down at your lock screen. 'god he’s sooo annoying.'

getting out of bed after looking down at your clock again, you decide you have more than enough time to watch a bit of the show you’ve been catching up on. maybe about two and a half episodes?

checking the time halfway through the first episode, you decide you’re not in the mood to continue watching and you’ll watch a movie instead after training. you get up and begin getting ready for the scheduled training session you had, lightly fixing up your hair so you looked presentable and throwing on your uniform before heading out. 

training with nanami and haibara went well, and you were all surprised gojo didn’t show up to bother you but you figured he was busy with his own thing. coming home you immediately threw your uniform onto the floor and went to take a shower, feeling all gross and sweaty. ‘ill pick it up later.’

you turn the water on, allowing it to get hot before stepping into the shower. you decided to use your favourite body wash that smelled like heaven in a bottle, the scent filling up the entire bathroom and making all the air around you smell like your favourite fragrance. you linger in the shower for a bit, the hot water feeling therapeutic against your skin. once you were done you headed back to your room, throwing on some comfy flared sweats and a random tank top from your wardrobe. looking in the mirror, the outfit was surprisingly cute, and really comfortable.

in a good mood from the nice shower and already feeling pretty after only putting on some  random clothes, you decided to have fun and do some light makeup. maybe you’ll run a few errands later? you were a bit low on snacks at the moment.

finishing off your makeup with a pretty lipgloss, you look in your little snack drawer to see what you had left. some gum, a few candies and one bag of your favourite chips you’re planning to save. maybe it was time to restock. 

you throw on a light jacket and grab your bag, gathering your essentials and getting your shoes on before leaving your dorm. you decided to go to the little convenience store only a few minutes away since they had all the snacks you like. 

within a few minutes you made it to the store, picking out a bunch of snacks and candies you liked. as you were looking at the new flavours of candy they had, the bell by the door jingled as someone entered the store. “y/n!!” you heard a familiar voice behind you. “why are you here?? you said you were staying in your dorm. all day.” gojo mocks the tone you used with him on the phone earlier. “i changed my mind. why are you here?” 

“satoru wanted to get some candy on the way home.” suguru appears from behind him, giving you a smile and a polite wave. “hmm.. they have a nice selection here, what do you think i should get?” gojo puts a hand to his chin as he looks through all the candies. “the sour green apple candy from this brand is really good. and the lemon flavour too, they’re my favourites.” you say as you point to the candies. “then they’re my favourites too,” gojo immediately picks up two of each flavour you recommended, before picking a few other candies he knows you like.

“you do not need all that sweetness. think about your health.” suguru grimaces at the amount of sweets in gojos hands. “i’m not gonna eat all of it! do you really think that low of me? i’m sharing with my girlfriend.” he plops his purchase on the counter for the cashier, smiling down at you “and i’m still coming over,” 

“i didnt agree to that, nor do you have girlfriend.” 

“don’t care,” gojo shrugs as he takes his bag full of your favourite candies, cheerfully skipping out the door followed by you and suguru. the two of you followed as he happily pranced down the street and back to school. 

“you’re really not gonna leave me alone?” 

“nope!” you and gojo stand outside your dorm as he waits for you to unlock the door. you sign at his persistence, grabbing your keys from your bag and opening the door. he had never actually been in your dorm before so this was like a new world to him. “kinda messy in here. you needa clean up a bit y/n” gojo steps inside as if it were his own house, yet looks around at your space as if he were at a museum. “do you ever shut up? and take your shoes off. don’t step on my nice carpet. if it gets dirty i will kill you.” 

“yes ma’am.” he obeyed as if his life was truly in danger. you take off your own shoes, putting your jacket and bag away before plopping yourself on your bed. you watch gojo pace around your small dorm room, picking up random objects to inspect before humming and placing it back down. you know he should be monitored carefully while in proximity of your stuff but you really can’t be bothered to babysit right now and just allow him to stimulate himself.

after a few minutes of replying to missed texts from a few of your friends, you hear gojo sigh, dropping the bag of candy on the floor and placing his glasses alongside the makeup you put on earlier. you realize he hadn’t said a word for those few minutes. “you’re being too silent, what are yo-“ gojo fully drops himself on top of you, his hard head hitting your chest so hard you swear you heard a rib crack. “holy fucking shit you fatass, get off me!! you’re heavy.” you try to push him off you but he doesn’t budge. “but ‘m tired baby,” he whines as he made himself more comfortable on top of you. “i will kill you.” 

“m‘kay..” gojo yawns, wrapping his arms around you. now you’re stuck, great. you honestly didn’t think the word ‘tired’ existed in gojo’s vocabulary since he somehow always has energy. you had never seen him sleep before, which sounds somewhat normal until you remember the overnight trips and missions you and your classmates went on frequently, where gojo never slept. or he never let anyone see him sleep. you didn’t really realize it until now, with him on your chest already seeming close to knocking out.

as much as it annoyed you that you couldn’t get up to eat the candy he’d bought for the two of you to have, you figured if you woke him up he’d just bother the shit out of you until you let him sleep again, and you honestly realize how cute he is when he’s quiet. sighing in defeat, you open up your laptop that you had left on your bed earlier and throw on a movie you had already wanted to watch today. “hm..? what’s that?” gojo mumbles as he’s half asleep. “the movie suguru recommended me the other day. the one about the samurai?” 

“ohhh.” gojo turns his head away from the screen to rest on the other side of his head “that one sucks. and the main character dies.” 

“ugh, spoiler warning next time??” you flick the top of his head as he laughs. you scroll through the selection of movies on the site, humming occasionally while adding interesting movies to your watch later list. eventually you find a random movie that you had never heard of but it looks interesting enough and decide to watch it. the large boy laying on top of you turns his head back to the screen once he hears the new film playing. this time he doesn’t say anything, but you notice his eyes struggling to stay open as he yawns literally every waking minute.

“gojo why don’t you go back to your dorm to sleep? you can barely keep your eyes open,” you giggle at him as he tries to look offended but clearly doesn’t have to energy to. “mn-mm. ‘m watchin… with my wife.” he yawns mid sentence. “well i’m not your wife, soooo…” 

“you are my wife… we’re married… you remember.”  you know he normally only says stuff like that to get under your skin, but sometimes it sounds like he truly believes it, which is a bit scary. you can’t even pay attention to the movie with how hard you’re contemplating to get him off you and in his own bed, but it seems there’s truly no solution. he’s a freakishly tall and muscular man with 100% of his body weight on top of you, so you obviously can’t push him off. and he clearly wont willingly get up, and you know you can’t convince him to get up, so you begin to accept that you might actually be stuck here. 

“ill let you stay if you grab the bag of candy for me,” gojo seems to be too tired to remember that there’s nothing you can do to force him to leave and he easily could’ve refused. he lazily throws the bag onto the bed beside you before plopping himself right back where he was before. “now lemme stay.” you roll your eyes instinctively, grabbing the bag and picking out one of the candies gojo had picked for you. he lets out one last yawn before allowing his tiredness to consume him.

as you open up the sweets and start eating, you look down at gojo. you never really took a moment to actually realize how pretty he really is, and especially how cute he looks while he sleeps. as creepy as that sounds. you think it’s because his mouth is finally shut and he’s not saying the most annoying sentences he can come up with, or constantly blabbering to you about stuff you never asked him about and have no interest in. you honestly didn’t mind this heavy man peacefully asleep on top of you as you eat candy and watch a movie. it was quite nice, actually. maybe you’ll start to allow gojo to do things like this more often. 

i really had no idea how to end this :SOB: but it turned out well i hope. pls send requests btw i have ZERO idea what to write neext

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Today while working I had a horror podcast on in the background (as one does) and I heard a story called Pen Pals and now I'm full of ideas for Nightmare's and Killer's dynamic post Killer escaping with Color.

First of all, the idea of Nightmare sending hundreds of blurry polaroids to Killer without ever attaching a message to them is fascinating. Especially once Killer puts them all together and figures out that he's in all of them (never as the only subject of the picture, but he's always there hidden somewhere).

I think it would be especially interesting because of Color's passion for photography. Like, this could definitely sour that quite a bit, and I can't help but think that that's exactly why Nightmare chose this medium.

Anyway, I think we need Nightmare to be just straight-up a horror story villain more often. I need that man to be scary, because in canon he's just kinda pathetic most of the time

We need more villianmare fr. My guy is literally a kidnapper and a labor trafficker and even possibly like a cult leader. He’s prime horror story villain material.

But ngl the idea that Nightmare would spend so much time stalking and fucking with Killer, probably learning how to use various cameras and lens and everything just to get at both Killer and Color is hilarious and also sad and pathetic and also creepy as fuck. That old man needs to get a life 🙏. (I can’t blame him though. If I fumbled killer that hard id be crashing out too.)

Imagine if it becomes like a whole thing where Color and other photographers work with police to identify types of lens, cameras, prototypes and where these things would’ve been found or bought to track down this mystery stalker.

Would Killer and anyone close to him have to be put on security watch or like, witness protection or something? And not only to protect him, but to protect everyone else but restricting any chance of nightmare and killer interacting or gaining access to eachother.

If they manage to piece together that it’s nightmare doing all this actually, would they even tell the omega equivalent of the police.

if nm got in he’d be a threat to everyone there and especially if he gets to killer, everyone would be in danger, but if they make it obvious they’re on to nm he’d either immediately attack when they don’t expect it or will adjust his tactics to not get caught.

if nm managed to get in without core’s knowledge they’d need evidence, and they’d have to figure out how nm got in.

(A traitor? A mistake in defense? Made a deal with a powerful ally? A spy or implant, regardless of if they’re aware of it or not? *stares at killer and cross*)

And if they went to police and the news got out, it’d cause a panic. people would be questioning core, any form of authority or council in the omega timeline. they’d be pointing fingers at who could’ve let nightmare in—killer, cross, dust and/or horror if they’re there too. they’d target color and the epic sanses for supporting “nightmare’s dog(s)” and convincing core to let them in. Possibly dream and swap as well.

It’d be a nice horror investigation drama. Can be in multiple escalating acts.

{ @stellocchia }

[nyssaswitch]

Pool Party with the Barca Boys

Chapter 3

Frenkie’s POV

Everyone on the team knew that Gavi had an insanely beautiful sister, in fact, she was often a topic of conversation in the locker room.

Every time she came to visit Gavi, all eyes would be on her - though, I hoped it wasn’t that obvious - .

Luckily she had an Instagram account, with plenty of bikini pics and sensual photos on her feed.

I wasn’t afraid to admit that I’d used them many times to get off.

I couldn’t help it, Y/N simply had a killer body and using Y/N’s pictures to get off, always made for the best solo sessions.

Just thinking about the last time, I’d viewed her Instagram, made my cock twitch.

It was on a Friday night and I’d gotten a notification, that Y/N had posted.

I picked up my phone and gulped, it was a carousel with multiple bikini pics, showcasing her cleavage and beautiful ass.

I let my hand trail down my pants, letting it rest on my crotch, as I felt a bulge forming.

Once I was rock hard, I pulled my cock out and slowly started stroking with two fingers, edging myself.

I thought of laying Y/N down on the bed, while she was wearing the same bikini, that she was wearing in the photo, undoing her bikini top and pulling it off of her, imagining what her breasts would look like.

Her breasts sprung free, looking full round and luscious.

Now that her top was off, I wriggled her bottoms off, Y/N lifted her hips, to make the motion easier for me.

Finally I could see her body in its entirety.

The mental image was almost too much for me and nearly pushed me over the edge.

In my mind, I stood over Y/N, as I delivered the final blow, thick ropes of cum shooting out of me, covering her body in white sticky white fluid.

I moaned and threw my head back, as I felt my muscles spasming.

Now that I finally had the pleasure of seeing Y/N’s exquisite body in the flesh, I didn’t know how to act.

Seeing her in that skimpy bikini caused me to be bricked up, most of the time, I had to be careful that my boner wasn’t visible in my swim trunks.

My balls were growing heavier by the second and I excused myself as I slipped off.

I found my way to the guest bedroom, lay down and lowered my trousers.

My cock sprung free, with precum already attached to the tip.

I rubbed the head as I watched trickles of precum flowing down my shaft.

Fuck, she always got me so hard.

I bit my lip and forced myself to slow down my strokes, since I wanted to savour this moment.

I was so deeply entranced, that I didn’t notice the door opening.

I opened my eyes lazily and gazed towards the door, only to find Y/N standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and staring at me.

I blushed and scurried to put my pants back on.

Y/N took a few steps and sat down on the bed.

“Don’t be ashamed”, she said.

She placed a soft kiss on my lips and sat behind me on the bed.

“What were you thinking about?”, she whispered into my ear.

“I, I can’t tell you”, I gulped.

“Was it me?”, she asked, as she ran her hands up and down my arms.

“Yes”, I admitted shyly.

“Hmm, that’s hot”, she whimpered.

“Tell me what you fantasize about”.

“You in a bikini, your Instagram pictures are amazing”, I said in a raspy voice.

“I’m glad you liked them”, Y/N said with a chuckle.

“That bikini you’re wearing today got me so hard”.

“That was my intention”, Y/N said seductively.

“Let me help you finish what you started”.

Her hand made her way to my crotch and slid into my pants, massaging me up and down.

“Fuck Y/N”, I groaned.

It didn’t take long for me to get hard again.

“Your hand feels so good wrapped around me baby”.

Y/N continued her gentle assault, until the veins on my cock started to become very pronounced.

“Ahh, Y/N stop”, I don’t wanna cum yet.

Her hand left my cock, instantly missing her warm embrace.

“Can I see your boobs, please? And maybe your ass?” I pleaded.

“Hmm, now why would I do that?” She said teasingly.

“Oh please, you don’t know how often I’ve dreamt of this moment”.

“Go on”, she said.

“Today has been so hard for me, seeing you in that bikini, I was hard nearly the entire time”.

“Go on”.

“I need you so fucking bad, I wanna see what you look like, not having to make do with my imagination”, I pleaded.

“Good boy, that’s what I like to hear”, she said, while letting her bikini top fall to the floor.

My eyes grew wide and my breath hitched as I could now see her perfect breasts.

“They’re perfect,” I said.

“I know”, she said with a knowing smile.

“Could you take off your bottoms as well?”, I asked eagerly.

“No, you’re far too greedy for my liking”.

“God you’re such a tease”, I said.

“You know you love it”, she responded.

“Don’t worry, I”ll let you cum today”, she said with a wink.

“Stand up Frenkie” she said in a commanding tone.

I did as I was told, awaiting further instructions.

“I want you to tell me when you’re close, so you can cum all over my face”, she said.

“Now you can stare at my tits all you want”, she said mischievously.

I nodded.

“Do you want me to lick your cock?” She asked.

I nodded.

“I can’t hear you baby, use your words”.

Y/N, please suck my cock.

“Then you’re in luck”, she said.

She slowly started licking my shaft, up and down, without taking me in my mouth fully.

After a while she started licking the tip, circling it with her tongue.

“How’s that?” She asked.

“So good”, I said hoarsely.

Y/N continued to masterfully keep me on the edge, by hitting the tip with short and fast licks.

“Y/N, please stop teasing, I need more”, I groaned.

“But edging you is so much fun”, she pouted.

Please, Y/N, this is torture, make it stop.

“Oh, you’d rather I leave?”, she asked.

“No!”, I exclaimed.

“Alright, then, I”ll stay, but no more questioning my methods,” she said.

“I didn’t hear you say yes mistress”.

“Yes mistress”.

“Now we’re talking,” she said.

I watched as Y/N wrapped her mouth around me and went all the way up and down in an agonizingly slow pace.

I felt her mouth gliding over every sensitive little spot.

But it wasn’t enough, I wanted fast movements, but Y/N was going at a snail’s pace.

And after five minutes of nibbling, I grabbed Y/N’s hair, pulled her off of my cock and whimpered “baby, I’m gonna cum”.

Y/N took my cock and loosely wrapped three fingers around it, before starting to stroke.

I ‘d been so close before, that it didn’t take long for me, to reach the edge again.

“I’m gonna cum”, I blurted out.

As soon as those words slipped out of my mouth, Y/N let go of my cock, as I hopelessly watched it bobbing up and down, ropes of cum trickling out.

It was the most frustrating thing I’d ever felt, yes it felt good, but not as good as a regular orgasm would’ve felt.

Y/N looked up at me with innocent eyes and opened her mouth, to swallow my cum.

“What a beautiful ruin”, she said tauntingly.

“Let’s clean up your cock”, she said as she wiped a sliver of cum from my cock with her index finger. She put it in her mouth and said “ruined cum always tastes so much better, don’t you think”.

Hmm, I groaned in disagreement.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure, we”ll be able to play again, very soon” she said.

“Let’s put your swim trunks back on”, she said.

After I’d put them on, she glanced at my crotch and smirked, “poor boy, you’re still hard, no relief for you today huh?”

I felt the words go straight to my core.

She pushed me onto the bed and started grinding against my cock, causing me to instantly become hard again.

“Hmm, how you wish you could be inside of me, instead of dry humping”, she said.

Oh, yes, yes please, I exclaimed.

“I think you’ve had enough excitement for one day”, she said.

She stood up and made her way to the door.

Before she left the room she turned around and said “oh and Frenkie, make sure to take care of that boner, before you go out”.

[lookingfts]

Adding media to AO3 fics

Got this question from @nelly1321 and decided I would make a little tutorial for it if anyone else is interested.

Hey! I had a question. I noticed for some of your AO3 fics that you added these beautiful pictures/collages. I'm wondering how you upload them. Idk if you also use Canva, but that's where I made mine, and I'm having trouble attaching them to the site.

Hopefully, you can offer me some tips? It'd be much appreciated :)

There are multiple ways to add media to your AO3 fics, this is just the system I use and it works for me. I know it seems like a lot of steps, but once you’ve done it a few times, it’s pretty easy to get in the habit.

I use Canva for my moodboards as well. I usually type “photo collage” into the search bar and pick a free one from that list. But now I’ve done so many moodboards that when I’m making a new one, I’ll often just copy the template from an old one and tweak from there.

So step one: Make a moodboard in Canva or whatever software you prefer, and download it as a png.

Step two: Go to imgur and click “New post” in the top left corner.

Step three: Upload the image (there are multiple ways to do this – I usually do “Choose Photo/Video” and upload from my computer).

Step four: This is the weird step, imo. DON’T use the “Grab Link” button. Instead, right click on the photo and click “Open Image in New Tab.”

Step five: In the new tab, copy the png link from the address bar.

Step six: Now, go to your fic in AO3. You can either do it while you’re posting, or after – it doesn’t matter. Just open the chapter you want to post it on and go to the Rich Text setting (as opposed to HTML).

Step seven: Make a little space at the top of your text (I always put mine at the top, but obviously, up to you where you want it to go). Click this little button in the text settings that looks like a painting. Paste the png link from imgur into the “Source” box.

Step eight: The default size is quite large. I set my dimensions to 399 x 319, because I always use a landscape moodboard, but again, up to you!

Step nine: Click save and publish the story!

Hope that helps!

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Who I write for / what I call NHL players.....

so @stayg-0ld requested an updated verison. I made a list a while ago of players that I like, what I thought of them, and my little dumb nicknames for them. Here is the linked list if you wanna read it. But it's time for an update because I realize so many new nicknames aren't on here. So in no particular order here is a list of players I write for and what I call them depending on what's happening. Also if you are looking for pictures or things on a particular player this is also how I tag everything on my blog (minus my writings). I think I remembered everybody but there is a chance I forgot someone so I will go back and edit this as needed.

Quinn Hughes: My one true love, I don't think I can describe to you guys how much I adore this man, it's actually a little insane. As I've said before I am his number one bully and whore. His tag on my blog is #huggy bear 🐻 himself

Other nicknames include but not limited to: king, pretty boy, Quinny., eldest daughter. Shockingly I don't have a unique name for Quinn and that is honestly shocking to me.

Brock Boesar: I just find him to be a very kind dude. I also love the fact that his nickname Mr.Sensitive. I don’t post about him often, so you can look for him under his name, hopefully soon I will have time to go back and add his nickname to all posts so it would #mr.sensitive 🥺

Jack Hughes - He is growing on me more and more each day. His tag on my blog is #oh jacky boy 🥺

Other nicknames include but not limited to: my favorite fuckboy, J, sassy king, society's favorite middle child, angry white man. (okay but like that last one like tell me he isn't truly an angry white man 90 percent of the time on the ice??)

Luke Hughes - He really is just a child but I will say his hair hasn't looked as homeless lately and he really buffed up this summer, so I'm happy for the Lukey girlies. I tried looking and I don't think he has a tag on my page...

His nicknames include: homeless boy, Lukey, savage. (no I don't feel the need to explain any of them.)

Nico Hischier - I feel like I am constantly talking about this man so I won't bore you all with the details. His tag on my blog is #my little european king.

His other nicknames include: pretty boy, and swiss king.

John Marino - It physically pained me to make his name blue just now. 😭 I don't think I can even explain how much I adore this man. Like out of every player (Quinn included) I would love to have lunch with John once. Like I wanna sit down and hear all his thoughts on the Devils, especially the Hughes because I know he used is almost psychology degree to use and psychoanalyzed all of them. I also have used all my knowledge to psychoanalyze all of them and I would love to compare notes. I also think he is closet to my personality like not quite an extraverted but also not introverted. His tag on my blog is #mr.harvard man himself

His other nicknames I call him in no particular order are johnny boy, city man or city boy, east coast king, boston boy.

Cole Caufield - I could talk about this man for days. Cole holds a very dear place in my heart, he's truly a golden retriever. Cole would definitely call his girlfriend mamas. He also gives very big bi energy to me and I can't really explain it. I also ship him with Trevor Zegras like I am CONVINCED something happened when they were on the U.S development team together and I could write an essay about that if asked. His tag on my blog is # my lil bi' baby 🏳️‍🌈

I also sometimes call him baby boy, pretty boy (yes I am refusing nicknames sue me), my little short king. (I do have that as a tag as well on my page but it has multiple people in it.)

Trevor Zegras: I will write for Trevor, I have talked about my many thoughts on this man before. But when I write for him he doesn’t have a Mohawk in my brain. 🤣 like I am probably number one hater for his new hair, and if their are no haters left on this planet it is because I am dead.

Arber Xhekaj: I recently discovered Arber and I don’t think he has a nickname yet on my blog. When he gets one I will be sure to update my tag list. But I do find this man adorable, he seems like a kind guy despite how he acts on the ice…

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Players I won’t write for because THEY ARE CHILDREN. But I do occasionally post about.

Beckett Sennecke - his nickname and tag under my blog is both # my lil baby ducklin 🐥

Macklin Celebrini - his name name is baby shark. But I also call him Canucks number 1 fan. (If you know you know)

Arturs Silovs - his nickname is baby goalie and that is also his tag. (Yes I realize his nickname isn’t that orginal sue me)

Connor Bedard - Connor literally got added today and due to his first fight the other day. His nickname and also tag is #my lil scraper, you know since he’s a fighter now. 😂

[soulsty]

....dude Fi was designed to look 13-14 according to the devs. it's really creepy that you ship her with anyone tbh, ESPECIALLY Ghirahim. she's literally a child. says a lot about you imo

Alright alright alright, let’s clear this up.

!DISCLAIMER BEFORE I START!

Do not mistake this post as me trying to excuse weird shit. Ew. I hate pro-shipping. Get it away from me.

Now into the nitty gritty-

Quoting DIRECTLY, from Hyrule Historia, it is on my lap as we speak

“• Looks 13 or 14”

Does this concept art look a lot like our finalized Fi design? Yes it does. This is the second closest to the finalized version in the book

So let’s go over more of this, and the several reasons why I think this isn’t canon.

“• metallic texture”

That didn’t stick around. I often joke that everything in Skyward Sword looks like it’s made out of fondant, and while her clothing does, her skin and wings looks much closer to porcelain.

“• a naive cuteness”

uhh, sure? She never seemed naive to me, but she is still cute so… that stuck I guess?

I don’t need to go over the last bullet point, because that is just true lmao

But here’s the kicker! Right?

“Like the Fairy Queen in Wind Waker”

The Fairy Queen is obviously a child. We know this, look at her, she also flirts with 12 year old Link iirc

But what makes this design look like the fairy queen? The hair does, it’s exactly the same, just parted on the opposite side. The grey-blue color is really similar. Her… eyes? But wait… that’s the same eye type as the regular Great Fairies? And Ghirahim?

She didn’t even carry over the circular toon style eyes in her final design

I’m pretty sure I could assume the Great Fairies in WW are meant to be adults right? Other versions always have been, and they very clearly look like an older version of the Fairy Queen… so why does Fi’s finalized design actually look a bit more like them? From the pointed eyes to the strong nose-to-eyebrow ridge, she’s starting to look less like the Queen to me…

But let’s go back to the concept art. What else does it say?

These are the same design as the other one that says she looks 13-14, just a bit less detailed

hmm… huh… that’s interesting. Her gem changes color? Well, that’s not canon

Wait what? “Connected to the arm, which is why it bends.” She has arms under her wings?

THEY TOOK HER GODDAMN ARMS

So yeah, in that same design where she “looks 13 or 14” she had arms. Do with that what you will

How about we dive even deeper into Fi’s concept art, hmm?

It seems pretty clear to me that she wasn’t meant to be a child character from the start, some of these designs appear child-like (the one next to the iron man design in particular), but lots of these are also just women

But okay, okay, let’s take a step back from Fi’s concept art. How about Ghirahim’s, what does his say?

The same age as Link? This mfer is 17?? Jesus Christ, talk about the jock kid in high school

Jokes aside, I don’t believe that, he refers to Link as a child the entire time, all of his concept art pre-finalized, just looks like old men, so I assume that moreso meant they were straying away from that design element.

I would also like to mention that Ghirahim’s concept art states in his sword form “He shows emotion without using his eyes”

While very clearly showing a picture of him expressing with his eyes, something that remains consistent in-game as well. So this could be translation error, or just… idk honestly it just doesn’t really make sense lmao

The tl;dr of all this concept art talk is this:

Don’t take concept art as fact. As an artist, concept art is literally that. A concept. I have made designs with elements that have been changed drastically by the finalized version. It’s all a process.

SO! Now that we’re done with the concept art, let’s actually move to references from the game.

At the beginning of the game, this is said, by Gaepora and Fi

Link is referred to as “a/the youth” multiple times, as opposed to Fi being referred to once as “youthful in likeness yet wise with knowledge immeasurable.”

Youthful in likeness. Not an actual youth, and the youthful in likeness thing could not even necessarily tie back to saying she looks 13-14, just that she looks young. Youthful is a very large age-range after all.

My second point about in-game… Scrapper. This doesn’t really lead too far, because we have no idea how “old” Scrapper is “supposed to be”, he’s a robot, he has less of an age than Ghirahim and Fi, BUT he’s allowed to be an absolute simp, to the point of calling her “Mistress” non-stop, so idk, that just doesn’t read as something a child would go through to me.

UPDATE: more evidence on the front of Scrapper, when he firsts meets Link, he explicitly doesn’t want to help Link because, and I quote “Serving children is very low in my task priority.” Then Fi appears, blah blah blah, you can’t carry the windmill propeller in your pouch, right? Then Scrapper says “Who are you!?” And does what I can only describe as his version of an AWOOGA (what being “zrrt-FWOOOSH”, paraphrased) and continues, “Your name is…Fi? Should I call you Mistress Fi? Are you looking for something Mistress Fi? …I…understand. At your request, I will carry anything, regardless of weight or destination…”

So there you go, serving children is very low in his priority, Hylia was around at the same time the LD units were active, so Hylia would’ve known about the Scrapper units priorities, (assuming they all have the same priority list) so why would she make a child? Just why? And in the same vein, why would Hylia make her servant sword-spirit a child in the first place, that doesn’t make any sense 😭

Looping back around to where this all started, what does “looks 13 or 14” even specifically mean? She looks that age, not she is that age. And I’m not going to go Lolicon topic with this, I’m not here to say “she’s like 1,000 years old! So of course she isn’t a child!” I’m here to say, lots of people look older, or younger than they actually are. She’s almost the same height as Link, so if she were meant to be around his age, she’d probably be around 16, and if she’s 16, and Ghirahim is 17 according to his concept art, where did your argument go?

Speaking realistically, Hylia probably designed her to look young and ‘cute’ so she wouldn’t scare Link. Let’s be real, her personality is intimidating, and she was going to be projecting herself into his dreams, so if she had a intimidating appearance (like some of her old concepts), Link would probably be afraid of her.

That’s all. I could go deeper into some of these points, and add on other things, but I think some stuff is self-explanatory.

Now, even if you want to discredit everything I just said, Ghirahim and Fi are both adults in all of my work. Unless explicitly stated or shown otherwise.

I draw and write them how I envision them in my head. In Skyward Sword, I have always read both of them as adults. I have not aged-up Fi for this ship, that’s fucking weird. They are both adults.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for hating a cat just because I don’t like their owner?

I’m in a discord server with a person who I just don’t vibe with, they haven’t done anything wrong (well. Not to me, but I know they were involved in an online bullying incident recently within our fandom, as well as drove someone away from our server once before, & it’s made me dislike them more). They often post pictures of their cat in the server, way more than anyone else does, and it gets annoying when those pictures drown out other pets or posts in multiple channels. Other members also make jokes about how ‘everyone’ loves the cat and he should be our mascot etc etc and that annoys me too. At first I thought the cat was cute but now when I see it, I think about this person and what they’ve done & it pisses me off a little

I would never and have never said anything about this to the person or in public. I know this is petty but I can’t help it. Also I don’t blame the cat they’ve done nothing to me lmao it’s just the sight of their face at this point 😭

What are these acronyms?

[rainbow-flavoured-skittles]

Birds in Mourning

the sequel to Sensei Sharpens Student has arrived. this was not scheduled to be written until like late October but here it is anyway. I'm quite proud of it. cross posted to ao3

tws for blood/gore, injury depiction, death, and (presumed) corpse desecration

~

“Cole! No, god, no!” Jay picked up the cracked mask and stared at it. Once pristine black paint, now chipped. A solid titanium base that had been cracked right down the middle. Wires and other internal pieces twisted and poking out, stained with blood.

Nya made a choked sound behind him. “Jay…”

“Nya, wh—“

The oni’s body was torn up, mutilated. Ugly gashes all over and multiple teeth knocked out. Purple blood spilled all over the sidewalk. Red blood on its claws.

“It didn’t. It didn’t,” Jay said. He repeated the words over and over. “It didn’t, it didn’t, it didn’t. Cole’s okay. He’s okay. He’s okay.”

Cole had to be okay. He wouldn’t have gone down easily. He was going to appear right around the corner, maybe a little bashed up but otherwise fine. He wasn’t… he wasn’t dead.

He couldn’t be. He couldn’t be dead. Jay’s best friend wasn’t dead.

“It ate him,” Nya gasped, voice ragged and broken, sharp as the shattered glass that lay all around them. “They fought, and they fell from the building, and it ate him.”

“No! Cole’s still alive. He’s okay. He’s okay, he has to be!”

“It ate him,” Nya sobbed. “He’s dead. Dead, all because of us.”

Jay sank to his knees, clutching the remains of Cole’s mask tight. “He’s not dead. He’s fine. He’s fine. He’s still alive. He’s alive. He’s alive.”

“He’s dead, Jay! Dead because we split up! Dead because of me, and my stupid plan!”

“Cole is strong,” Jay whispered. “He’s alive. He has to be. He wouldn’t have… he wouldn’t leave us. He wouldn’t.”

“He didn’t leave, he was killed! Because of me! God, Cole. I’m so sorry,” Nya wailed.

“He’s not dead. Stop saying he’s dead! He’s not dead, he’s alive. He’s okay, he’s alive. He’s alive.”

Images flashed though Jay’s head. Cole fighting the oni, getting grievously injured. Maybe breaking a couple bones. Falling off the skyscraper, taking the oni with him, them fighting even midair. Shattered glass and blood everywhere. Them finally hitting the ground, but the oni surviving while Cole didn’t. The oni eating him and leaving no remains for burial before succumbing to its wounds. 

The evidence painted a nasty picture, one of blood and pain and terror.

“He’s dead and we don’t even have a body to bury!” Nya screamed. Her eyes almost glowed with anger. Tears streamed down her face.

“He’s not dead!” Jay yelled. “He’s not dead, he’s not dead, he can’t be dead!”

The words sounded less and less true as he said them.

~

The Monastery was so empty without Cole. Nya had never realised how big his presence had been until he was gone.

Gone because of me. Because I said we should split up. Because I was stupid and reckless.

Nobody blamed her, sure. Kai had said it wasn’t her fault. Everyone did. But it was her fault. Her fault for saying they should split up, to cover more ground. Her fault for not checking in more often. Her fault.

Nya screamed. She wanted to punch something. She wanted to destroy her room and the Monastery and everything around her. She wanted the world to burn for what it had done, all the injustices. She wanted to… 

She wanted Cole back. Wanted his crooked smile and horrible cooking and loud snoring and dry sarcasm. Wanted to hear him laugh again and make bad but ultimately funny decisions and get to live.

And now he didn’t get to live, because of her.

“I was so stupid! Why didn’t I help? I’m supposed to be the smart one!”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Kai said. He entered the room, closing the door behind him. “He wouldn’t want you to blame yourself.”

“But it was my fault!” Nya yelled. “I’m the one who made the plan. I said we should split up.”

“We all agreed to,” Kai sighed. He didn’t smile much these days. He was always so tired, grieving over the gaping hole in their team. Trying desperately to hold on to Cole’s memory.

Cole’s memory.

Did Nya even remember his voice anymore? The realisation hit her, a bucket of icy water pouring down her spine. She didn’t remember what he’d sounded like. Or the exact shade of grey his eyes had been. Or how he had laughed.

All the little details, lost to the void that was her memory. Nya grasped for anything, anything that she remembered. Any little detail that she’d never appreciated. Anything that had seemed insignificant when he was alive but was now so, so important.

Kai looked at her sadly, like he knew what she was thinking, her exact thought process. He probably did. They used to play games of guessing each other’s thoughts as kids, before they got into the vigilante life. Before they realised how dark and violent and brutal the world really was.

“He liked collecting rocks,” Kai offered. “I don’t know if you knew that, but he told me once. He didn’t get to bring them to the Monastery, but he had one from his mom that he kept.”

“The vigilante with earth powers, collecting rocks?” Nya laughed weakly.

“Yeah. Your turn, now. Tell me something about Cole.”

“He hated performing, but he was a good singer. I convinced him to do karaoke with me and Jay,” Nya croaked.

Kai nodded thoughtfully. “Go on,” he urged.

“We sang ‘Into the Unknown’ together. Then when we found out he’d never seen the movie we forced him to watch it.”

Kai snorted. “He forced me to watch Jaws. Said it was a cinematic masterpiece, or something.”

“Did you like it?”

“No! It was terrible!” Kai smiled sadly. “My favourite movie now, though.”

“I’m sure he’d be happy about that,” Nya said.

“He would be.”

“Tell me more about him. I’ll tell you, too.”

“He tried candle making and failed. I walked in on him trying to hide the ruined pots and he told me never to tell anyone. And then I helped him bury them in the forest…”

Nya listened intently. She wouldn’t forget Cole. She wouldn’t let his sacrifice be in vain. She wouldn’t.

~

A new vigilante had appeared on scene in the past few weeks. They weren’t sure when he’d arrived — it seemed like he’d just appeared. He called himself the Talon, apparently. No idea on whether or not he was a meta. 

Kai snorted at the name. Talon, really? Such an edgelord choice. And the outfit of all black armour didn’t help.

Lloyd was convinced that they should be allies, though. He’d pulled out the PowerPoint titled ‘30 Reasons Why We Should Work With Talon’ complete with diagrams and charts. Zane had even helped, the traitor.

They didn’t need a new teammate. Cole had been their sixth, and there was no reason to get another. Especially not when the wound was so fresh.

Everyone was doing fine with just five members. Word of Blackbird’s disappearance had spread like wildfire, and now small memorials of him were everywhere. Cole hadn’t been forgotten. He was remembered by his family and civilians alike. Talon would just be a cheap replacement, no matter how trained the files said he was.

Kai did a flip, landing neatly on the next rooftop. He was patrolling solo — Zane and Nya on the other side of the city, and Lloyd taking care of a situation down at the docks. Jay had taken the night off with a cold.

If Cole had still been alive, he would be right next to Kai. Probably making some snarky comment about showing off.

But Cole wasn’t here anymore, so Kai was alone.

“That was a cool flip,” a crackling voice said. Modulated to the point that Kai couldn’t even tell the gender of the speaker.

Rolling his eyes internally, Kai turned to the other side of the roof. Talon stood there, cloaked in shadow like the Batman wannabe he was.

“Cute voice modulator. Got something to hide?” Kai spat. He wasn’t endeared to Talon, and not just because of the whole ‘replacing Cole’ thing. The asshole had kicked him in the face during their first encounter.

“It’s called protecting my identity. Unlike you and your tiny face mask,” Talon cocked his head mockingly. 

“At least I don’t dress like Hot Topic’s long lost cousin.”

“Black is good for hiding in the shadows.” God, how could an emotionless, robotic voice manage to sound so sarcastic?

“Yeah, obviously,” Kai considered chucking a rock at the other vigilante. It might help him take the hint and get lost.

“You dress like a firetruck. Every villain within ten miles can see you.”

“It’s so I’m easily recognisable,” Kai rolled his eyes.

“Why do you hate me?” Talon came closer, revealing orange accents on his armour that Kai hadn’t noticed before. A large crack ran down the side of his mask, though not a real one. Painted on. It reminded Kai painfully of how Cole’s mask had looked when Jay brought it back, shattered down the middle and beyond repair.

“Because you kicked me in the face.”

“You surprised me,” Talon shrugged. “And it could have been worse.”

“Uh huh.”

“Flamebird? Come in,” Lloyd’s voice crackled over the comms. 

“Yeah, Sun. I’m over on East Avenue.”

“I’m pretty much done over here. Come over to North Side?”

“Yeah, okay,” Kai nodded.

“Can you bring Talon with you?” Lloyd asked. “I got reports saying he’s in the area too.”

“He’s right here on the roof with me,” Kai said dryly.

Lloyd laughed at that. “Great! Bring him over?”

“Fine,” Kai groaned. He clicked off the comm.

“Sunbird wants us over by the North Side,” he told Talon.

“Sunbird? That’s the green one, right?”

“Yep.”

“Okay.”

They grappled off, Kai in the lead and Cole — no, Talon, gotta remember Cole’s not here — Talon in the back.

~

Zane sat down next to Talon on the balcony. They weren’t technically supposed to be there, it being a crime scene and private property, but it was nice. Nice to have a break and sit with a good friend.

Well, Zane couldn’t quite call them friends, at least not yet. They didn’t know Talon’s identity and he didn’t know theirs. They were the superhero equivalent of work colleagues, perhaps.

It was hard not to think of Talon as a friend, unfortunately. He was so similar to Cole. Every time Zane looked at him, all he could see was Cole.

They were alike, almost eerily so.

There were similarities between the two boys, and a lot at that, but differences as well. Cole had never fought with the deadly efficacy Talon did. Talon didn’t have Cole’s powers. Cole had never been trained as an assassin.

Zane had managed to pry that bit of information out of Talon not long after they met. Maybe Talon simply hadn’t realised how much that narrowed down the search for his identity. There weren’t a lot of assassins in Ninjago City, after all.

Though none of them fit his profile.

“It’s a nice night,” Zane said. Trying to break the ice.

Talon shrugged in response. “You can barely even see the stars. It’s all cloudy.”

“But crime is low, and the weather is good,” Zane pointed out. “It’s practically boiling during this time of year, but not today.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“You just got to the city recently?”

“Maybe,” Talon sighed. “I don’t remember.”

Thoughts and calculations ran through Zane‘s head. This was a significant piece of information. “You don’t remember?” He asked.

“I don’t remember anything about my life. Just my name,” Talon said bitterly.

“I’m sorry.”

“You shouldn’t be. It’s not your fault.”

Awkard, stifling silence.

“You know, you’re a lot like Blackbird,” Zane said. “My old teammate.”

“The one who disappeared, right? I saw the papers.”

“Yes. There was a demon invasion, and he didn’t make it,” Zane explained. He clenched his fists. Why was he telling Talon about this? He shouldn’t be, it wasn’t Talon’s responsibility to console him.

“Can you tell me about him?” Talon looked over at Zane. Despite the featureless mask, Zane got the feeling he was concerned.

“He was kind,” Zane’s voice trembled. “He was terrible at cooking but loved it anyway. He was a good artist. Children loved him, he always knew how to make them feel better.”

“He was ridiculously selfless and would do anything for the greater good. We still don’t know exactly how he… how he died, but we suspect it was to save someone.”

Talon nodded, as if to say ‘go on.’

“If he were here, you would probably be his best friend. You’re very similar.”

“I would be?” Talon seemed surprised at that.

“Yes. You share a lot with him.”

“Like what?”

“You’re both stubborn, and have the same sense of humour,” Zane listed off. “You both use a scythe as your main weapon. You’ve mentioned drawing, something that he did too. And you’re both kind to a fault.”

There were other things Zane didn’t say, things that he wanted to keep to himself. Things like ‘you laugh in exactly the same way,’ or ‘everything about you reminds me of him.’

“I don’t think anyone’s ever called me kind before,” Talon said. “Just things like scary and dangerous. Maybe intimidating.”

“You are kind. One of the kindest people I know. It takes a lot of strength to be able to do what we do. And a lot of kindness too.”

“I’m honoured,” Talon said. “And I’m sorry about Blackbird. I wish I could have met him.”

“I wish you could have too.”

~

Cole wondered what Blackbird might have been like. Frostbite had told him a lot, but it wasn’t enough for him to confirm his suspicions.

So far all he knew was that they were very, very similar, but no specifics. The information he had wasn’t very substantial, and the internet could only help so much.

Cole looked at the grainy security footage again. Blackbird leaping off a roof, landing perfectly on the ground. Him fighting, swinging a scythe and jumping around. Him controlling the ground, causing rock pillars to appear and the earth to shake. 

The earth. Blackbird had controlled the earth, just like Cole did. And they had close appearances, too, based on what Cole could see.

The same black hair. Same shade of brown skin. Similar builds. They even had the same powers.

Had Cole had a brother? One that had been a vigilante too?

Had they been twins? Which one had been older and which one younger? Were they close? What had happened to separate them?

There was a second, smaller part of Cole’s brain that whispered ‘what if you are him? What if you were Blackbird?’

Cole ignored that part of his mind. He couldn’t have been. They looked similar, yes, but that didn’t mean anything.

But that little whisper was insistent.

Cole had died. He didn’t know the whole story — Master Yang had only been able to gather so much — but he’d died. Blackbird had died too.

And Cole had been resurrected. Lost all his memories, so he didn’t remember anything about his past. It was a possibility, however small.

It was a possibility, but Cole didn’t want to get his hopes up. There just wasn’t enough evidence. And if he went and told the Elementals, and it turned out that he was wrong…

He’d crush them. They’d hate him, and he’d hate himself, too, for thinking that maybe there was someone out there who’d looked for him. He had been abandoned and alone. It was why Yang had taken him in in the first place. There hadn’t been anyone he could find looking for him.

And Cole himself had tried, too. It was the first thing he did after getting to Ninjago City. Look online for any missing persons that matched his description. But he hadn’t found any. Looked in every corner of the internet, asked anyone who might have information, but found nothing.

He had been alone. He couldn’t have been Blackbird. Shouldn’t have entertained that possibility in the first place. 

Cole closed the laptop.

~

“He’s bleeding out!” Kai yelled, Talon slumped over his shoulder. “Get the gauze, hurry, hurry!”

“Lloyd! Injury report!” Nya demanded. 

“Talon got hit in the head, possible concussion.  Stab wounds in the shoulder and stomach. At least one broken bone,” Lloyd rattled off. His voice wobbled. “I’m fine, just some bruises. Kai got hit in the leg.”

“It’s nothing,” Kai insisted. “Talon took the brunt of it.”

“Talon, I’m going to need to remove your armour. Is that alright?” Zane asked. He’d taken off his helmet — just a domino mask concealed his identity.

“Mmph,” Talon mumbled.

Zane took that to mean ‘okay’ and carefully took off the armour, revealing the ugly wound underneath. Lloyd wanted to throw up looking at it. They had bad injuries all the time, sure, but hardly ever this bad.

Blood had already started staining the sofa, dark red seeping into the fabric. It felt strange, somehow, that Talon could bleed. He’d always seemed almost otherworldly in the way he fought — untouchable by his enemies. Lloyd had doubted he was human on more than one occasion.

“This will need stitches,” Zane bit his lip. “Jay, med kit?”

Jay handed it over without a word, hands trembling. He had never done well with blood, but it had gotten even worse after Cole’s death. Jay and Nya had been the ones to find the remains of blood and broken armour. It had taken a toll on them both, to the point where they avoided that part of the city entirely.

Lloyd could hardly blame them. He wouldn’t have done any better. Would have been worse, probably.

“I’m going to disinfect the wound. This is going to sting.”

“Just do it,” Talon grunted. He hissed as the rubbing alcohol was sprayed, but didn’t flinch. Zane stitched up the wound without too much trouble.

“I’ll do the shoulder wound next,” Zane said. He removed the piece of armour carefully and frowned. “Talon? There’s severe scarring here. A bite, most likely. It will be hard to stitch this up.”

Lloyd peeked over to look at it and winced. Scar tissue all over, mottled pink and white. It must have been a bad injury. Kai looked a bit green as well.

“Oh, yeah,” Talon wheezed. “That’s probably from my death. Don’t worry about it.”

“I think the blood loss got to you,” Nya muttered. Her brow scrunched in concern. “Are you okay?”

“Nah, I died. Fell from a skyscraper, I think? Master Yang couldn’t find a lot.”

Jay froze at the words. “Fell from a skyscraper?” He whispered.

“Yep. And then I died, but got better.”

Lloyd’s eyes widened. Everyone was clearly thinking the same thing he was — no, it was impossible, right?

“Cole?” Lloyd breathed. Testing the odds. Hoping against fate he was right.

“Yeah, that’s my name. How’d you know?”

“Cole!” Jay screamed. He hugged Talon — Cole? — tightly.

“Holy— how?” Kai said.

“Why’re you hugging me?” Cole mumbled, loopy from the blood loss and pain.

“Because you’re alive, Cole! You’re alive!” Jay shrieked.

“Why wouldn’t I be alive?”

“You died, Cole,” Nya said, wiping her eyes. “We all thought you were dead.”

“I got better, remember?”

“Yeah, you did,” Jay sobbed. “You’re alive. You’re alive. You’re alive.”

“Can I take off the mask?” Zane asked quietly. He’d taken off the domino mask. His eyes shone with unshed tears.

“Yeah, of course,” Cole slurred.

Zane carefully pulled off the mask, and Lloyd let out a breath he didn’t even realise he’d been holding.

A year older, and with a jagged green scar across his face, and multiple smaller scars that he hadn’t had before, but it was Cole. Cole, who they’d all thought dead. Cole, who had by some miracle come back to them. Cole, who had been working with them for months without them knowing.

“You’re alive!” Lloyd cheered, joining in on the hug. Cole made a sound of protest when he bumped his shoulder, but didn’t move.

“How?” Nya asked.

“Magic portal.”

“We’ll figure out the specifics later,” she decided.

“We missed you,” Kai said softly. “Don’t ever leave us like that again.”

“Why would I leave?”

“God, Cole. You came back,” Jay cried. He hugged Cole tighter. “You’re back.”

“You’re sure I’m your Cole? Not just a look… lookalike?” Cole looked a bit more focused, now. His voice cracked. “I’m really him?”

“Even if you weren't, you’re still part of the team,” Zane said. He squeezed Cole’s hand reassuringly.

“I thought no one looked for me,” Cole admitted. “I thought I was alone.”

“Never,” Jay promised. “You’re never gonna be alone again. I’m not letting you out of my sight for the next month.”

“I think I can live with that.”

[slayingfiction]

Types Of Professional Editing

There are many ways to edit your work. The editing process itself is most often broken down into 5 major categories, give or take. The 5 steps are like building a house! This is a brief description of each, and I will then make separate posts to further develop on each topic, so stay tuned and follow along!

Step 1: Developmental Editing (AKA conceptual editing)

This stage of editing is early in the writing process. The editor helps you plan and plot your story and gives you ideas to help organize your story so that it flows well. They tell you what’s working and what’s not. They do not write or rewrite anything, but are simply there to help you strategize and plan to avoid plot holes, work on pacing and help you create a story that everyone will love. This is the house building part of designing the house layout, pouring foundation and putting up the whole house! It’s a big job. (I wrote that in Mario’s voice)

Step 2: Structural Editing (AKA content or substantive editing)

Much like developmental editing, this stage of the process is all about big picture in a more specific way. Here the editor will work through chapters, paragraphs and go through your whole story in a detailed way to find errors in continuity, plot holes, incomplete sections and smooth out the story, working on tone, voice and your target audience. They may move lines or paragraphs around to help with flow. This is the house moving part where you are looking at every room, finding which room you want dedicated to what, and you start moving your larger items into the house like beds, TVs, tables, etc.

Step 3: Stylistic Editing (AKA line or comprehensive editing)

This step is much more in depth. The focus is on the flow and impact of every word in every sentence. The editor moves line by line, eliminating jargon and cliches, unclear sentence structures and using clear and precise words when it helps the story. You’re now getting reading to move into the house. You’re picking the perfect wall colour to match your sheets and the decor you have packed up in bins and picking the perfect spot for the rest of the your furniture.

Steps 4: Copy Editing

This step is very straight forward and should only be done once the book is completely finished. This is all about grammatical errors, punctuation and spelling. I promise you, you can’t get all of these on your own. Even professional editors may only be able to catch up to 90% of mistakes. Spelling and grammar mistakes can be hard to spot, but even just having a few in your book can make people put your story down and never pick it up again. You’re putting all your stuff away. Clothes go in the correct drawers, spices get lined up in the pantry, your cutlery is getting separated into their own groups and you’re organizing your books on the shelf.

Step 5: Proofreading

The final step! This is all finishing touches, going over everything for any lasting mistakes. This step is usually done after formatting and typesetting to make sure everything flows properly and nothing is missing before being send to print or publish. Finally settling into the house :) You’re putting up a couple paintings, fixing the scratches and scrapes that happened while moving in, and setting fresh flowers into a vase in the kitchen. You can finally relax and maybe even invite people over to see it.

Some people don’t get an editor, while others may have multiple. It’s best practice to have multiple to look over it, and that’s typically what happens at traditional publishing houses.

Keep an eye out for a more in depth description and explanation of each one separately!

Happy Writing and Happy World Book Day!

[tigrensis]

Major Project: Stanpipe

I started creating my next LARP character, Stanpipe, in late 2021. He has had plenty of time to develop and be refined as my current character seems to be immune to death (I've been playing them for almost six years at this point). Stanpipe began as a thought, ‘I want to play a healer’, and has slowly been refined into the horrible little mushroom man he is today.

The costume, like the character, has gone through multiple iterations. I started by making a generic blanket cape, I hadn’t decided on the decay theme yet and instead, I was working on something simple to keep me warm at night. I embroidered dark blue blanket stitches around the edge and some beads on the edge worn around the neck. I also added some lavender embroidery to the front. I wanted to look non-threatening, I'm not a big fan of combat so I went with a softer look initially.

After a while I started to develop the idea of a mushroom-themed character, at events, I saw a lot of people making characters with mushroom aesthetics. These people were often going down the route of cute fey characters with fly agaric themed clothing. I like these costumes but they don’t appeal to me as something I'd wear. I’m not interested in representations of mushrooms that remove them from their context of decay and rot. I’m much more interested in a darker interpretation of a mushroom character. I have also completely flipped on the idea of looking non-threatening, I want to look scary, I want people to be nervous when I come to heal them, and I want to have fun whilst I'm doing it.

I settled on a core concept of a character who had once been a fey but had taken a nap in a forest one day. A few thousand years later he woke up, to find that he had been partially consumed by mushrooms, he had decayed whilst staying alive. There's a lot more I want to say about decay and how it relates to my identity and experiences. I would much rather give those thoughts a separate place to breathe.

The question of whether Stanpipe is the mushrooms, the original fey, or a mixture of both will never be answered. I want to leave this ambiguous for multiple reasons. The main reason is that there's no sense in having an overly written backstory as it does not impact what happens in the game, it can also be difficult to keep track of. Instead, I have a few key facts for my characters that I use to inform their actions and reactions.

My key facts for Stanpipe are:

He was a fey farmer in ancient history

He took a nap one day

He woke up like this

He knows nothing about anything

To match my costume to my character I ended up altering a straw boater and my already made blanket cloak. I used dried lichens that I had gathered after a storm to alter the hat and make it look taken over by nature. I'm still very happy with the hat and I’m looking forward to wearing it in character.

My blanket cloak I am less happy with my, I started by painting lichens onto the blanket using a mix of acrylic paints. I experimented a lot with texture and colour to varying degrees of success. Some of the lichens are too bright and I need to darken them in the future.

I also used real lichens on the shoulders with mushrooms sculpted out of clay. It looks nice in pictures but I quickly found that the lichens, which were living in this case, were difficult to maintain and would be extremely fragile when worn. This fragility would be made even worse by the fact that the LARP I attend is a boffer system meaning that I’d need to be able to move quickly and take hits. For now, I’ve decided to take off the lichens and mushrooms and will re-use them on other, more stable, projects.

To complete this costume there are still a few things left to do, I need to make shirts and trousers. The trousers are almost complete, they just need a waistband (I think I’ll turn the trousers into a separate post because I like them so much). Normally I would use one of the shirts I already own but because Stanpipe is decay-themed I want to be able to break down the shirts and make them look old and rotted. I wouldn’t want to do that to something that wasn’t built for it. It also means that I can make them look however I want, it can be hard sometimes to find a LARP kit that fits me well so I don’t want to buy something that does and then restrict it to being used by just one character.

I’m also starting on making some vests for the character to wear which I am going to go for it with the breakdown. One will be made of scuba suede which is a thick stretchy synthetic fabric with a pile. The other will be knitted from alpaca wool and will have tufts of felting wool knitted into it as I go, the goal is to create a mossy appearance. I’m going to be experimenting with growing plant life on them to see what sort of damage the root system does. I'm expecting some sort of staining at the least however I am currently sceptical about whether any damage will occur to the scuba suede because of how thick it is.

Here are some work-in-progress images from the trousers and the vests.

[subskz]

Rin.... Rin, I crave violence

I saw these and your girl got the most heinous thoughts bouncing around in the head.

SO

Cabin, Snow, There's Only One Bed, Accidental Confession, & Sex. Are you following?

I hope so.

~~~

Picture it: You, Channie, and Co. have decided to stay at a cabin in the woods for a couple of days in winter (see Channie's outfit up above) and as everyone else goes off to have fun in the snow, (I've grown to dislike the snow after having multiple snow days back to back bc I don't get snow often; Ms. Pink was nawt having it) you two decide to hang back

So you two kinda just shrug it off and try to stay preoccupied while by yourselves

And maybe that involves a game or two here and there, music stuff, cooking and things don't get heated until you two make a bet that you, just so happen to, win.

That bet? The other has to do whatever the other says until the others get back.

And you can't help but notice how eager he is to follow your directions and orders; or how he starts to act cuter around you and pouty when feeling a skosh playful.

So maybe you ask for a kiss to gauge his reaction; ofc Channie is malfunctioning so you're all like "jk jk im totally not-" then BOOM! A big ole smooch is what you get.

And then, he's like "omg oh god im so sorry" then you kiss him and he can't help but moan at it (perv Channie?... oh that's something i will be back abt, mark that down)

N e ways, let's talk abt sex now

Chan and his babyboy-isms seem to just increase tenfold; pouty, whiney, all flushed, wanting physical contact, oral fixation all on 10.

And, him being a service top, he is so hellbent on pleasing you. But he's also been dealing with this huge crush on you, so when he finally enters you, he swears he's entering the 5th dimension.

But also instantly blurts out that he has feelings for you... whoops. Can't help it, unfortunately; another victim of being brain mush as soon as he gets off :(

Give him a kiss on his lips and nose and tell him how you feel and help guide him; poor pup is just too into his subspace to even form coherent sentences anymore and probably too preoccupied with sucking on your fingers or chest 🤷‍♀️

Now, afterglow and post-orgasm clarity is such a real thing (it's happened once to me but i had the munchies like fucking crazy so it didn't last lmao) so Channie is embarrassed when he realized that he involuntarily confessed like that.

~~~

Sorry for the word vomit; currently half past 11pm and I've been sipping on black tea all-day so... :) 3rd eye is just working over time.

Also, I called a specific Hyunjin look back in 2021, so Pink is just Clairvoyant when it comes to Hyunjin specifically (it's bc we're both Pisces)

the fact that these pics led to this stroke of genius from you…put channie in a sweater n suspenders more often bc i’m actually gonna lose my mind over how much i love this 😵‍💫 him pining after you…simultaneously so shy but so eager…the desperate need to please you…the way he goes dumb the moment he’s inside you…blurting out his confession…it has all the elements of a perfect channie concept

HAHA yes let’s settle for the romantic atmosphere inside the cabin away from the snow…maybe even w a warm fire crackling to really set the mood ♡ channie being his sweet good-natured lil self and listening to everything you say without question…the thought of him getting playful at some point and pretending to disobey you w a cheeky dimpled grin…pure devastation. he’d look so adorably proud of himself it’s almost enough to let it slide, but you don’t even get the chance before he takes it back w a giggle and follows your order anyway 🥰

his heart-shaped lips look extra red and kissable bc of the cold who could resist <3 and god the way he’d just lean completely into that sweet, unbashedly needy side of himself once he sees how much you like it…the epitome of baby boy w the way he clings to you and nuzzles into your chest and starts to whine if he can’t feel your touch for even a moment. and nothing on earth makes me crazier than the idea of channie’s mind going blank the moment he feels you around him…suddenly he’s lost and clueless and needs you to direct him to do every little thing so he can satisfy you properly ❤️‍🔥 he may not be able to think for himself but he still carries out all your orders like a good boy! and ofc when his emotions are running so high and his head is so scrambled from the pleasure, he can’t help but babble on abt how much he loves you in a way that’ll have him absolutely mortified when that giddy haze finally wears off~

no need to apologize as u can see this resonated w me very much hehe ^_^ you and hyune really have some kind of piscean psychic link that no one else can comprehend i’ll look forward to what you predict next 😼

[findroleplay]

**Kingsman | The Secret Service - Canon x Oc + some other fandoms**

Hello hello hello! 🙂

**Basic info and writing preferences**

26, she/her, **I am 18+ so all characters and partners must be 18+ too!**

I have been roleplaying since 2010 but have just recently came back after a bit of a hiatus so just going to leave this post and hope to catch some one’s interest!

I write in 3rd person POV, paragraph format with a minimum of 200+ words, word length doesn’t really bother me tbh just as long as we both have enough to work with, that being said i definitely can and will do longer novella styled responses if that’s more your jam too! I usually prefer MxF for my side but happy to write any pairing for yours! ** I definitely prefer my roleplays to be plot focused, I love telling a story plotting with my partners so please feel free to share your ideas with me**

I love romance, slow burn, drama, angst, all the jolly good things to torture our characters with!

We all have lives outside of RP, so don’t worry about taking time with replies! I will always try to reply as often as I can, which can be multiple replies a day or one a week, but I’ll be sure to keep you in the loop if I’m too busy to get to reply asap!

**~ On to the fandom ~**

So I’m really looking for someone to play Eggsy Unwin against my female OC. I do have an idea for this, but I’m dying to rp this fandom so I’m also willing to change it ideas!!

So for my initial idea:-

Before Eggsy went through his Kingsman training, there was a girl who worked behind the bar at The Black Prince that he fancied the pants off of. He used to force the boys there for pints, just so he could see her. He had enjoyed some light banter with her and she humored his flirting, but he’d never gotten the chance to ask her out - mainly because a lot of Dean Baker’s boy’s, especially Rottweiler seemed to be trying to fire into her any chance they got. Not that she seemed she was anywhere near interested.

Eggsy went off on his Kingsman training and picture that kind of that moment at the end of the first movie where he completes the mission, he grabs the champagne and glasses, ignores Merlin trying to communicate with him on the radio, Slave to Love kicks in and he heads straight to the Princess’ cell?

Well imagine like THAT vibe but going back to the girl he’d always been too chicken to ask out. Leaving a boy in a tracksuit and coming back a MAN in a tailored suit who kicks A$$.**

We could start at the beginning and build up that background relationship or start when Eggsy had already joined Kingsman and include flashbacks to their earlier days, tbh I could go each way and every way with this one!

**>>Also very willing to completely ignore the plot of Golden Circle or tweak it to fit our style!<<**

As always, I am more than happy to double up! :) I’m dying to rp this too so i can definitely do another fandom for your side!

**other fandoms I can do for your side:-**

Harry Potter

Stranger Things

Once Upon A Time

Peaky Blinders

Friends

Disney

Marvel- I can do the most of the main MCU for this!

a few others that I can’t think of right now, you can definitely feel free to reach out with fandoms but if it’s an anime it’s probably gonna be a no, sorry!!

Please send PM or react to post if interested! 🫶

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[bisluthq]

I would argue that Joe was even less weird than Jack when it came to talking about Taylor. Jack only ever talked about Saoirse when they were doing promo for mqos, after that he did avoid questions about his private life. He would say he was in a relationship, that it had been a good year, that he was with someone he admired. But he would never mention Saoirse. The only difference is that he was more active on instagram so he would share some pictures of her, but it was always pictures of her back.

In 2021, he started posting more pictures where you could see her face and he shared a video of them reenacting a scene from Braveheart which had some articles written about it, so he was asked about getting more attention in an interview and he replied that he hadn’t noticed any difference.

It was in 2022, when he was promoting Benediction and The Outrun had been announced, that he started talking about her in interviews. Saoirse had nothing to promote so she didn’t really talk about him and The Outrun, but in one of her See How They Run interviews, she did say something about “my partner”. So once The Outrun had been announced, they got more comfortable talking about each other.

Then they got married, Jack got nominated for an Emmy and The Outrun was coming out. So they decided to start being a team, go to the Emmys together and start talking about each other freely.

Joe was never nearly as weird as they were, because it would make no sense to pretend he isn’t dating Taylor Swift, but he also had to be more careful than them. People who speak to Jack about Slow Horses don’t seem to care about Saoirse that much, so she doesn’t get brought up often. But there have been multiple articles written about a lot of the things Saoirse has said about Jack, and he’s far from Taylor Swift. Joe talking about Taylor in any capacity would derail the promo of his projects, so he didn’t want to do that. But that doesn’t mean he was embarrassed of her, he clearly wasn’t, and under the right circumstances, he might’ve ended up talking about her the way Jack and Saoirse do now 🤷🏻‍♀️

The thing is ANYONE vaguely mentioning Taylor kind of makes everything about that. A lot of people bring her up in terms of like "here's a cool story about the most famous person I've ever met" and the thing is once they do, they're almost always repeatedly asked about it. All her friends are ALWAYS asked about her, even when it's entirely irrelevant to whatever they're actually talking about lmao. You can also tell that it annoys some people but like they also have a lot of other shit to talk about so it's a mildly annoyingish sidebar and then it's back to whatever the main topic of conversation was. If Joe had indulged discussing Taylor more, that is ALL anyone would've ever asked him about. Like tbf it is far, far more interesting to the internet at large what Taylor Swift has for breakfast and what time she goes to take a poop (is she a morning or night girl) than whatever the fuck Joe wanted to be talking about. And if he'd indulged it more, then those are the kinds of questions (hyperbolic but also not really) he'd have been fielding and like... they'd wanted to be private lmao and also his projects would never have been promoted as what they were, it would've just been a discussion of Taylor lol. But obviously if it were relevant (and when it was relevant) then he wouldn't have been (and generally speaking wasn't) a complete freak about it.

I really don't know what people wanted him to do differently lol because like... it would've just been a little chaotic and inappropriate if he'd done it Travis's way? Also because Travis actually doesn't speak to PRESS that much about her, he talks on his podcast and friends' podcasts and stuff and that's a different platform and even so you can tell like sometimes he wants to talk about other stuff but he did this to himself and for the most part he enjoys the ride. But he's also a very, very different man to Joe ergo having a podcast in the first place lol because I can't really imagine Joe wanting to do that - and that doesn't make Joe better or worse, they're just very different people.