#and i couldn't think of a character from aaa who would be passed around like that lmao

[azaleasallalong]

thinking of breaking down and making an x reader smut series where reader is the best server at Agatha's Eats and rio seduces reader and tells everyone who works there (the women of the coven) about how fun and good they are at what they do and then everyone in the restaurant decides to have a go

[lordarsonizzzzt]

It's me again with a new idea, just imagine, a reader who ABSOLUTELY accidentally finds all the zones of the SCP…. Just watch: Some Fund employee: SHOOT THIS MONSTER, WE HAVE TO CATCH HIM Also, a reader who accidentally went to the wrong place: mister, I'm sorry, you don't know where the restroom is here?? Foundation employee: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU STILL WHO Reader: I was passing by and decided to see what was going on here. Oh, and that thing also ate those two guys. Foundation Employee:WHAT- Reader: so where's the bathroom here?????

The reader simply appears in any zone of the Fund in some abnormal way. And it's also simple..

Reader: Good morning Dr. Glas: Good morning! stop...Then he turns around to find the reader, but he's not there, my God… the reader probably understands that something is wrong here, especially when he enters some camera with the number 682-

By the way, I recently drew your Demon!the reader along with his character…. Your demon!reader is so good!!! If I ever get up the courage, I could show haha

PLEASE SHOW !!! THATS SO AWESOME ANON AAA im so glad people like my work that muchj grikjagl

SCP STAFF HAVING TO DEAL WITH A READER THAT TELEPORTS.

✦ Your anomaly is weird. You don't even notice it happens when it does, nor you are able to control it.

✦ For some reason it really has a strong bond with the SCP Foundation and it's personnel.

✦ Once you were drinking a smoothie, walking around and out of nowhere the scenary changed, you were on some white halls of some odd building.

✦ You said hello to a few people that looked at you like you grew 3 heads, and then you were back in the streets.

✦ Or when you were paying for a coffee, and when you turned around someone almost puts a bullet through your head, this person was yelling at you saying why te fuck are you there, you were confused.

✦ Until you turned around again and you saw a big ass monster, you didn't even have to run tho! you were now in your house.

✦ That would happen a lot, and the Foundation was going nuts. They couldn't contain you because you don't stay that long and they don't know if you are doing it at will or not.

✦ One day you met Clef, the guy was eating some gummy worms and you swear he was wearing the silliest set of clothing, a cowboy hat, a hawaiian shirt, bright pink booty shorts, white socks and pink crocs. It hurted to look at.

✦ "Hey! You must be that person that comes in and out" He said, mouth full of candy.

✦ You two talked for a bit, he told you to go and get him more candy because his 'ass was banned from the cafeteria after he got those'.

✦ When you opened the door and steped out of the room, you were face to face with a giant,,, thing.

✦ It was swimming in acid and it looked at you like it wanted you death, so naturally you started looking for a way out.

✦ Doesn't matter, because now you are in another office, your confusion being enought to keep you from crying. "WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME"

✦ Kondraki looked at you weirdly. "How did you got here? Yknow what, doesn't matter. Care to take these to Bright? I need him to sign some shit."

✦ You took them but before you could say anything, you guessed it, you were in some weird ass place again.

✦ And that's how you got your 'Dr. Reader' title, because in that place that shit is free to have, I don't think fucking Iceberg qualifies as a Dr.

[virtualpeople]

I love your bios! Where do you get your ideas? I'd love to hear about your creative process.

Thank you so much anon, it's legit humbling that you'd want to hear more about my daft amateur writing! Sorry this is a bit late, I've been meaning to type this up for a while but amusingly couldn't think of the words to say (other than aaa thank you!)

Anyway I'm going to have to disappoint, I don't really have a nice concrete creative process when writing these silly backstories - what's there is a mess. (Oh, what I would do for more consistency). This entire response is a big wordy mess in fact (and probably borders on the pretentious), so it's getting put behind a cut.

Sometimes the backstory idea comes first, sometimes the sim comes first. Sometimes they form together, but most of the time writing instead involves getting slapped in the face by a few vaguely coherent words masquerading as an idea, usually at a highly inconvenient moment when writing them down is not an option.

What does get remembered out of that idea usually gets written down in the ~dedicated notebook of ideas~ (it's dead nice is that notebook, way nicer than the basic 50p notepad actually important things get written in), with vastly varying levels of detail depending on how well the ideas translated into sentences at time of writing. Let's just say here's a lot of [THING] and [INSERT WORD HERE]s in there.

The detail barely matters though, since when it comes to actually writing them up for posting, half the ideas inevitably got left until I don't like most of the words anymore and they get replaced with a new idea completely made up on the spot (read: bullshitted) because i felt something else suited the sim better. Either that or I couldn't actually tell what was originally written thanks to having unintelligible handwriting and I had to make a guess. The lucky surviving ideas get smoothed out and added to until they make more sense (or shelved again).

After that (and 'that' can take between forever and no time at all), it's generally a few grammar/spelling and flow passes until I get fed up of looking at it, and out into the world the backstory goes.

But as for the ideas themselves? I had to think about where they actually come from, and it's mostly just (usually not very exciting) stuff that's churning around constantly in my head. Stuff taken from documentaries i often didn't intend to watch but accidentally got drawn into, comments sections, weird and/or amusing situations, shows involving auctions, antiques or houses (or the ultimate scenario: antique houses at at auction. why do i watch so many of these programmes?), vague observations, things i just thought were neat, adverts, too many wikipedia pages i didn't need to read but were strangely enjoyable, soap opera episodes, trivia scraped from the internet and so on. Stuff that just all kinda... ferments in there, probably in the same kind of area as where you'd find all the bits of repeating music (the venga bus is coming! the venga bus is coming! the venga bus is coming! please send help!).

Occasionally, some of these things get subjected to those thought processes like 'how to make this less serious/more daft' that've been in there for ages (but probably really solidified around 2004, when a small and easily influenced me received a copy of the book 'Flanimals' as a gift). Most get forgotten or thrown out or abandoned, usually due to being a bit too shit. Some land in the pile of ideas for that hypothetical novel™ i probably will never write due to lack of skill and motivation (but i can dream). And then you get those that end up allocated to that bit of brain that always liked to invent people who don't exist.

What i'm trying to say here is, isn't it nice and convenient that the Sims is such a good outlet when it comes to that kind of character creation thing?