#and most of the time they’re incoherent and don’t make sense

[buck-yyyy]

“slay the day away,” i say, knowing damn well that i am not, in fact, slaying the day away

[intheemptymirror]

drunk dazed !

drunk-roommate!sunghoon x roommate!reader

summary: you never would’ve expected sunghoon— resident ice prince— to be the clingy type of drunk

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of drinking, sunghoon is drunk (duh), sunghoon and reader aren’t dating but they definitely have a crush/lil somethin goin on, you and sunghoon are roommates, you take sunghoons clothes off but it’s in a non sexual manner, he asks you to help him change, ooc sunghoon

a/n: i would consider myself an engene but i think they’re one of the groups i’m more of a casual fan about if that makes any sense? like i like their music and i consume their content and i have a bias and everything but they’re not one of my MAIN-main groups yknow? but i still love them and wanted to write something for them and i got this idea about how cute it would be if sunghoon was like clingy n stuff so here we are. tbh i don’t love this fic but i just wanted it done and i thought that even if i don’t like it maybe someone out there will. i have a jay fic idea in the works too so if you like enhypen that’ll be out eventually too ;)

if somebody bet you twenty bucks that sunghoon was the clingy type drunk, you would’ve paid them right then and there.

but here you were.

for the past few years you guys had been friends, you don’t think you could remember a time you ever saw him drunk. a little tipsy, sure, but never drunk. and then after you became roommates— which meant spending even more time around each other than before— you still hadn’t seen him get to that state. you had always just assumed he either had a scary high tolerance to alcohol or just didn’t like alcohol all that much.

sunghoon had gone out with the rest of the enhypen boys for a couple of drinks that night, which wasn’t anything unusual or new. what was unusual and new was the extent to which sunghoon drank himself. when he walked out the door three hours ago you weren’t expecting to get a phone call from jay telling you to come pick up your very drunk, very clingy best friend. having to carry a practically incapacitated grown man down the streets of seoul for fifteen minutes and then up a flight of stairs wasn’t a scenario you thought about very often but it was as hard as you would’ve originally imagined.

“y/nnie!” sunghoon whined out into your ear, his weight heavy against your back. a feeling that you would normally find comfort in was now a bit of an inconvenience. you huff out a bit of air and incoherently grumble a bit in what most would consider barely a response, but sunghoon didn’t seem to pay much mind as he pressed himself impossibly further into you. it felt like his whole goal was to make this as difficult as possible, as if gravity was dragging his body down to the ground and wanted to take you with him. you trip over your feet but manage to stay somewhat upright, which only makes sunghoon giggle.

you finally managed to stumble your way down the hall to your apartment door, stopping to catch your breath for a moment. as you stood still and panted with your eyes mindlessly locked onto the small apartment numbers on the door, sunghoon took the opportunity to nudge his nose into your cheek, his dark hair tickling the soft skin of your face. the sensation suddenly snapped you out of whatever trance you were in, making your body jolt slightly before you started the process of trying to open the door. you’re not sure why you were so eager to get sunghoon physically away from you while at the same time wanting him to stay attached to you forever. maybe your fast beating heart was from the physical exertion sunghoon put you through; maybe it was from the emotional. you didn’t have time to dwell on it now.

you grunted as you tried to shift sunghoon’s weight on your back so you could reach the keys sitting in your back pocket. he must’ve thought you were trying to get him off when you started to move because he let out a whine before gripping onto the front of your shirt in his large hands and tightening his arms around your neck to keep himself on you, which only threw your balance off and made you stumble back. you caught yourself before letting out an exasperated groan. “you’re making this really difficult, yknow.” sunghoon simply giggled in response and poked your cheek with his pointer finger, moving his head to press his face flat into the side of yours.

“you’re making this really difficult,” he slurs out his words. you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the small smile and soft laugh that escaped your lips.

“that makes no sense,” you say more to yourself than to him as you finally manage to slide your hand into your back pocket to fish out the apartment keys before unlocking the door and stumbling into the entry way, the sound of your bodies knocking into the wall disturbing the serenity of yours and sunghoon’s (and probably your neighbors) apartment. you somehow managed to slip your shoes off without falling to the wood floor before hauling sunghoon off to his room.

you turn your back to the mattress and completely let go of his weight, letting him flop onto the bed unceremoniously. he let out a grunt as his back hit the sheets, his arm pathetically coming up to try and reach for you once more. you huffed and turned to watch over him for a moment with your hands on your hips while you caught your breath. you watched him paw at the air in search for you before you grasped onto his hand to gently sit him up. he went silent as he tiredly blinked up at you, his pretty, brown eyes practically staring you down.

his intense gaze started to make you nervous, reminding you of a cat watching its owner. his eyes never wavered as he watched you walk over to his closet and rummage around it for a moment before pulling out a plain white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before dropping it onto the bed next to him. “get changed, i’ll leave the room.” as you start to walk away, sunghoon gently grasped your wrist in his hand, stopping you in your tracks. your eyes widen and lips part in surprise as you look between his half-lidded eyes, then to where his hand is making contact with your skin, then back again.

“help me,” he mumbles out. you open your mouth to deny his request, but upon seeing how he slightly sways side to side from intoxication and exhaustion you decide it would just be easier (and probably safer) to help him. “please.”

you study his face for any sign of hesitation before you slowly nod. “okay.” you step closer, standing between his legs as he stares up at you. your heart rate spikes at the sight of his flushed face and cute moles and messy hair and gorgeous eyes with their attention completely on you. you blink a few times to snap yourself out of the trance he’s put you in before your shaky hands hesitantly reach for the hem of the shirt he has on.

“lift your arms up.” you direct him once you’ve taken the fabric in your grasp to which he complies immediately, limply throwing his arms up into the air. you tug the shirt up— it gets stuck to which he thrashes around a bit to get it undone— and over his head before tossing it into the laundry basket sat in the corner of his room. you try not to stare too hard at the expanse of bare skin suddenly available to you, averting your eyes and swallowing harshly to calm yourself down. you choose not to say anything else before reaching for the black jeans he has on, hooking your fingers through the belt loops to tug him to a standing position. he stumbles slightly before balancing out and giggling, standing like a mannequin waiting to be dressed. which in a way, he kind of was.

you unhook his belt and tug his pants off gently before quickly grabbing the pair of sweats and crouching down to help him step into each leg of the pants. you’re glad you were too focused on getting him into them without him falling to focus on the fact that he had been practically naked in front of you for a few moments. you stand back up and tell him to lift up his arms once more, slipping the shirt on— without getting it stuck this time— and watching the moles that dotted his body disappear underneath the cloak of white fabric. throughout this whole process, his eyes hadn’t left your figure even once.

finally having him dressed in clean clothes, you usher him to get into bed, pulling back the covers and gently nudging him onto the mattress. he follows your direction with little resistance, little hums escaping his mouth here and there as he watched you pull up the soft covers and tuck him in gently. “comfortable?” he does a close eyed nod and smiles softly in response. you smile and nod in return. “good,” you whisper.

“i’m gonna go get you some water,” you brush his hair off of his forehead and make barely any moves to leave the room, but are stopped by him sitting upright so fast it was as if he was coming back from the dead and his hands shooting out to grab your arm.

“no!” sunghoon lets out a whine of protest, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes starting to gloss over with tears, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout as it starts to tremble. you’re completely caught off guard by his reaction, even more so when he starts to tug you back towards him until your knees are knocking against the bed. “don’t go, don’t leave me,”

you think you can hear your heart breaking at the sight, the feeling of it clenching uncomfortably in your chest overwhelming. you smile softly at him and reach out your free hand to pet his head in an attempt to soothe him, his lashes fluttering and head leaning into your palm at the sensation. “i’m just gonna go get you some water. you won’t even notice that i’m gone.”

“i always notice when you’re gone.” sunghoon’s voice rings out so clear and suddenly he looks the most sober he’s been the entire night. his vulnerability; it catches you off guard, but you can’t help but like the way it feels coming from him. it’s silent for a few moments more as you let the words he’s said sink into your brain. “just stay with me,” he whispers, as if afraid that if he speaks too loud, the fragile, glass-like state of whatever it is you two are in will shatter under his words.

you blink at him a few times before nodding softly. “okay,” you whisper back. sunghoon pulls back the covers before he guides you onto the open space he’s left you, laying down and tugging the blanket over your shoulders. after he deems you properly tucked in, he rests his cheek on his hands and stares. you both study each other in the moonlit room, your features somehow more ethereal in the soft glow. “you should go to sleep. you don’t want a hangover in the morning,” you whisper.

“i will in a minute,” he whispers back. you can see the cogs turning in his head, as if he was debating both for and against himself in his mind. you realize what that look was for though when the bed dips slightly under his weight as he shuffles closer to you, his arm coming up to rest heavy on your waist. “just let me do this,” he slides his other arm under your head before pulling you until you were pressed against his body. he lets out a sigh into the quiet night as his body finally seems to fully relax, the feeling of you against him helping his hyped up state from the clubbing and alcohol dissipate. he tucks your head underneath his chin, his hand mindlessly rubbing back and forth on your back, lulling you into a sleepy state as well.

you press yourself closer to him and bring your arms to wrap around his torso to hold him in return as you let your eyes flutter shut. “goodnight, sunghoon.”

“goodnight, y/n.” he replies, his breathing evening out as he drifts off to sleep. you smile to yourself before you drift off shortly after, meeting him once more in your dreams.

[5-puthyyy]

The Apprentice (Agatha x Rio x Reader) - Chapter 3

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Word Count: 3.4k

Summary:

Life has been about survival for you ever since your coven banished you for the simplest thing: desire. Since then, you've travelled from Inn to Inn, making ends meet, until you sense a powerful Magick presence coming from two mysterious women. They take you in as their apprentice and you end up learning far more than what you came for...

Ch.1 ~ Ch.2 ~ Ch.3 ~ Ch.4 ~ Ch.5 ~ Ch.6 ~ Ch.7 ~ Ch.8 ~ Ch.9

The first week of living with Agatha and Rio has been difficult, to say the least. It’s been labour, labour, and labour, over and over again. You’ve had dirt under your nails after every morning with Rio in her garden, and you head right back inside to Agatha afterwards, letting her wash your hands clean as she tests you on Rio’s Earth Magick lessons.

The most difficult part is actually keeping your hands and eyes to yourself; it’s impossible not to lean into Agatha’s gentle touch as she rubs your hands with soapy water, taking her time to get your fingertips clean. A few days after this routine, she bought out a kit to care for your nails, cutting your nails short enough to not get dirt deep under them, then filing them down until they’re smooth.

“When will you teach me?” you asked Agatha one afternoon as she wiped your wet, freshly cleaned hands with a hand towel.

Agatha pauses, looking at you with amusement in her gaze. “Are you not satisfied with Rio’s teachings?”

Your eyes widen in panic as you immediately shake your head. “No, I am! I’m enjoying my lessons very much,” you answer, desperate to not seem ungrateful.

Agatha raises a brow at you. “Then what, pray tell, is the issue?” she teases with a knowing smile, standing up to place the towel on the side of the washstand. Your eyes follow her movements, glued to the way the tight brown vest she’s wearing shows off her figure that would be otherwise hidden by the flowy white shirt she has on under it, “I asked you a question, little dove.”

The sudden sternness in her tone grips your throat, forcing you to choke and stutter, falling into a sudden cough as nervousness takes over you. Her soft hands are on your cheeks in seconds, the commanding gaze in her eyes taken over by concern.

“Breathe, darling,” she soothes, her thumb rubbing at your temple, up and down, “Follow my lead,” she says, taking your hand to her chest before you can protest the closeness. It feels far too intimate, especially considering she has a lover, one that is just outside these walls tending to her garden.

“Agatha,” you pant out, trying to catch your breath but becoming even more breathless when you blink your eyes open to find Agatha’s eyes, darkened, hooded as you breathe her name out, “I–I’m sorry–”

“What ever for?” she says confusedly, tucking your hair behind your ear, holding your face in her gentle hands as if you could never do wrong in her eyes. She breaks away from you the moment she hears the backdoor opening then closing shut.

After that discussion with Agatha, something seemed to have switched. Rio was more distant in her teachings, mumbling incoherent thoughts to herself after she tasked you with planting a new type of flower using Magick. You’ve made a mistake or two, but after that you got the hang of it pretty quickly, sometimes whispering the incantations in bed to make sure you keep the memorised. But, distracted by thoughts of Agatha’s touch and Rio’s distance, you messed this one up.

“Come on,” you grumble frustratedly, whispering the incantation again and again but the only azalea that blooms is one that dies moments later.

Rio comes up behind you, twirling a large pair of scissors in her hands. She watches you fail again and again, humming as you get angrier and angrier with yourself. She only steps in the moment she sees your nails digging into the inside of your palms. Her hands cover your fists, the sudden touch shocking you, unexpected from her.

“Don’t do that,” she simply demands, nodding her head at you when you whisper an apology and relax your fingers. Hers relaxes on top of yours, hesitantly hovering. She doesn’t really want to let go, you think, hearing her ragged breathing behind you as she moves closer.

“Rio,” you breathe out, leaning into her touch as her nose brushes through your hair, gently resting against your neck. Your breath hitches as you hear her gently take a breath in, immediately growling and burrowing her face deeper, “Rio, is everything okay?” you manage to ask between your heavy breathing. Your words seem to bring her back to her senses as she freezes behind you for a moment before jumping back as if your skin was on fire.

Without another word, just quiet muttering, Rio spins on her heel and practically sprints back inside, leaving you to tend to her plants. Doing your very best, you take a deep breath and calm your mind, and whisper the incantation again until you get it right.

You don’t understand what triggered your dream a few nights later. Typically, the dreams that meet you are sweet, innocent, and peaceful. You suppose the feeling you had by the end of it was peaceful in a way, but it was definitely not innocent…

You dreamt of Agatha’s hands. She was sitting in front of you but you were on her and Rio’s bed, not your own. She had on the thinnest nightgown, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. But you barely had time to gaze at her, your eyes shut tightly the moment you felt those hands that are always so gentle to you, but this time they were gentle elsewhere. And as you moaned at Agatha’s touch, Rio was behind you, kissing you to breathe your sounds in, her earthy scent wrapped around your lungs.

You refused to let yourself dream this way since your banishment, as this was the very reason for it. There’s something wrong with you for wanting this, for wanting to be touched this way. Desire was wrong, is what your coven believed. All forms of it. You lived day-by-day, rationing food because it kept your gluttony tamed. The simple idea of wanting something more than the necessity was a terrifying thought to you as you grew up. Because the older you got, the more you wanted. You started to see things, see people differently. Men, and women, a sharp jawline, piercing eyes, lips so pretty and pink. You started to want. It was bearable, avoidable, until it wasn’t. Until you got caught.

You will not get caught again. You cannot be banished from here, you don’t think you could bear it. So when you woke up that morning, you beat yourself up in the mirror, glaring until the dream disappeared into the back of your mind. You applied some powder to hide the blush in your cheeks before finally making an appearance.

“Good morning,” you greet Rio and Agatha as you walk into the kitchen, “May I help with breakfast?” you offer with a warm smile, waiting patiently for an order.

The pair in front of you raise their brows suspiciously. Rio crosses her arms over her chest as Agatha continues stirring the pot over the fire.

“You wish to help?” Agatha asks with humour twinged in her tone.

You nod enthusiastically, clearing your throat before stepping forward. “The two of you have been incredibly kind to me. I feel I have not done enough to…to earn what you freely give.”

Agatha’s stirring pauses at this, turning her head to look at you over her shoulder. You cannot read her eyes this time, clearly unable to break through the extra guard she’s put up there. You were sure you used the right words; Agatha herself said you needed to earn their trust that first morning.

“We have to go. For a while,” Rio breaks the tense silence by dropping that pin. You freeze, your chest tightening as you try to fight the panic creeping up, “We have business to attend to.”

Agatha senses your fear and tries her best to soothe you before you begin to panic. “We will only be gone a short while, little dove, and we will be right back here. We have some things for you to do while we are gone.”

The reassurance that they will be back is enough for the panic to dissipate for now. But with that comes a new surge of humiliation at your feelings. You have only been here with them a short while, a few weeks now, and you already feel attached to them. This has become about more than just learning the ways of Magick. It has become about them, about the small moments spent with Agatha and Rio. Are you meant to wake up alone, have breakfast alone, tend to the garden and the household chores alone?

Agatha carries on, taking the pot off the heat and coming to stand in front of you. “I want you to study. I have books, spellbooks and history books, books of all kinds. It will surely keep your mind occupied, little dove,” she smiles softly at you, raising a hand to brush your hair out of your face. But that only exposes the fear in your eyes, fear of abandonment. Agatha frowns, shaking her head lightly and pulling you closer, this time into a hug. You breathe deeply as you bury your face into her neck, the scent of lavender and honey taking over your senses.

Rio’s hand suddenly presses against your back, startling you momentarily before her fingers trail up and down your spine soothingly. “We will be back before you know it, sweetling,” she reassures in a kind whisper, a freaky juxtaposition with the frowning look on her face.

The position reminds you of your dream; a soft wave of desire surges through you, making you swap a little, unsure whose touch you want to lean towards. They seem to sense your struggle, both leaning in until you have Agatha’s front pressed to yours and Rio’s pressed to your back. A soft sigh escapes your lips from the heat of their bodies. Strong but gentle arms creep until they’re wrapped around your waist, and another pair slither around your neck until you’re secure, warm, safe.

“We’ll be back,” Agatha whispers, her soft lips brushing against your flushed cheek, fingers gently sifting through your hair.

Agatha wasn’t lying when she said she had all types of books in her little study. The shelves are overflowed, disorganised with piles straight and some stacked together. There are even a few on the ground next to the various plants Rio has planted into pots scattered around. There’s Magick everywhere here; you can taste it each time you step into the space.

The spellbooks are complicated to understand without a teacher, so you pass on those after attempting to read a few pages. But it’s the history books that managed to catch your attention. You were unaware that there is a written history of your community, of witches. It took you a few chapters before you realised the handwriting is oddly messy. Once you reach the chapter titled ‘Agatha Harkness’ you slam the book shut, concluding that Agatha herself must have written this. It feels wrong to read the history of her life, a strange invasion of privacy. Not only that, but part of you wishes to learn things about her from her, spending more time with her and Rio. 

After a while, you open it up again, but this time skipping her chapter. The next is entitled–

Oh.

‘Intimacy’.

It’s a chapter on sex, and the more you read, the faster your breathing gets, realising the majority of this is focussed on female relationships. It’s more of a history of sapphic culture within the witch community, emphasising the healing power of unity, and the heightened pleasure of mixing Magick with sex. It shocks you when you reach a page with an illustration of a coven in a forest, clearly all engaging in sexual activity together.

Slamming the book shut, you hurry to your bedroom and force yourself to sleep to avoid the heat pulsing between your legs – despite the Sun still shining brightly. But thoughts of Agatha and Rio find you in your dreams, forcing you awake in a sweaty gasp. This is wrong. It must be, as the alternative is all you have known your entire life is wrong, and that thought terrifies you.

You cannot think about them this way. You will not give in to the monstrous desire, and you will do all you can to tame it, as you should have done months ago. If you had, you would still have a coven, a family, and your mother.

Sleep will not find you that night and the Sun is only just setting. To avoid your thoughts, you decide to ready yourself to head back to the Inn for the night, needing a drink or two to hopefully lull you to sleep later. It is isolating in this cabin, despite it feeling like home now. It’s not home when you’re without them.

Unsure of when Agatha and Rio are to return, you decide to spend most of the evening at the Inn. It’s good to see some regulars still there, the singing man tipping his hat in apology when he spots you mid-song. The hour is later and your limbs are lighter after a few drinks, a few easy conversations, a few happy claps of your hands to the music. That is when she finds you.

“Y/N!” The innkeeper’s daughter yells out your name, rushing down the steps from her lodgings. She holds onto her dress to avoid tripping but lets go to tackle you in a deep hug.

“Catherine, it is always lovely to see you,” you greet her with a laugh as she squeals, refusing to let go.

You spend the entire evening together until the latest hours of the night, drinking one too many ales, and flirting with one too many drunken men just for the two of you to run off giggling. By the time the pair of you stumble outside for fresh air, half the Inn has taken to their lodgings or left to wander drunkenly.

The two of you press against each other for warmth as the night breeze dares to tease pushing Catherine’s dress up. The sounds quiet into a hum as you pull back with a giggle, eyes blurred from the ales running through your bloodstream. The blurry face looks like Rio’s sharp jaw, and those eyes look blue with the moonlight’s reflection reminding you of Agatha.

“You’re very pretty,” you mumble shyly, turning away when her eyes widen in surprise. 

A shaky hand dares to brush against your jawline. “As are you, I always thought so,” she whispers as if it is just a secret between the two of you, “Will you tell me where you have been?” Catherine suddenly asks, her tone curious but only to hide her concern, trying to avoid telling you that she cares about you more than she should.

You turn your head away, clenching your teeth, and think of Agatha and Rio and the power they hold over you. “I cannot.”

Silence fills the space between the two of you and it makes you notice Catherine’s hand has been absentmindedly stroking your cheek for the last minute or so.

“Will you be back? Soon?” she pleads, frowning when you sigh and she takes it as a no, “Please, Y/N, I missed you dearly.”

Seeing the pained look in her eyes, you sigh again. It wouldn’t be a bad thing to visit more often; you have had an enjoyable night. You’re just unsure whether you would even want to leave when you have Agatha and Rio at home. “I will try. If not for the free ale, then for you,” you tease, pinching her cheek playfully as she giggles and leaves the softest of kisses on the tips of your fingers. She holds them against her lips, scared you’ll pull away from the intimacy, but your drunken mind soaks it up. It’s been terribly lonely at the cabin; a little attention here doesn’t hurt.

But suddenly, a throat clears by your side, forcing you to push her touch away in fear of being caught by an agitated drunken man. But what you find is far worse. There stand Agatha and Rio, dressed in acceptable dresses but their hair up in a quick tie, letting you know they came here quickly. Their expressions are mostly unreadable, dark and distant. Agatha’s jawline is clenched tightly, while Rio’s brows are down to her eyelids in a glare. But you can barely focus on that; all you can focus on is that they are here, and they look so beautiful, and your heart feels like it’s about to break through your chest.

“Oh, are we blocking the entry? Apologies, friends. Come in,” Catherine laughs, grabbing your arm as she pulls you to the side. Your body moves with her but your eyes stay glued to the silent pair.

“We were just passing by,” Agatha says curtly before turning and walking away, pulling Rio with her. A feeling of dread sinks into your stomach as you watch them walk off into the darkness without you, but you cannot follow, not now. It’ll be too suspicious. You must find the patience to wait before dismissing yourself from Catherine.

By the time you head back home? Can you call it home yet? By the time you head back to their cabin, you expect them to be asleep but you can see a few candles lit through the window. Not knowing where you currently stand with them, you hesitate by the door, unsure of whether you can just walk in. Choosing to remain respectful, you knock a nervous hand to the wood, waiting for the sound of footsteps.

Rio opens the door, the glare still on her face, though the disgruntled expression is one of her more common looks anyway. She says not a word, simply turning back to march inside, leaving the door open in a silent invitation. Agatha sits on her chair by the fire, a cup of freshly brewed tea in her hand. She refuses to look at you, instead choosing to stare out the window to the moon. 

With the way the glow of the moon dances on her pale skin, she looks more beautiful than anyone you have ever laid eyes on. You cannot help but think the most skilled poets could spend years attempting to write the perfect words to describe her beauty but will only end up weeping in failure. No words could capture her.

“I did not know when you would return,” you whisper, clearing your throat when your voice croaks. Agatha does not move a muscle, so you continue, “I–If I knew, I would have been here, waiting, with–with tea, and I would have baked a pie, and–” you sigh as you cut yourself off, knowing the what ifs will do nothing to fix this, “I missed the both of you,” you settle, instantly regretting it as Agatha turns to you with a dark glare on your face.

“You missed us?” Agatha asks, her tone cold, angry, distant, “Dearly?” she adds almost mockingly, confusing your still tipsy head. 

“Honey,” Rio interrupts, trying to calm Agatha down but now that she has looked at you she cannot stop the words from coming out. Her emotions take over her face, hiding nothing of what she feels.

“We have been gone for less than a week, Y/N, and you could not control yourself?”

Your brows scrunch together. “Agatha, I am sor–”

She interrupts, the chair screeching against the wooden floor as she stands up. “Have we not given you what you have wanted? Freedom? Acceptance? What have we done to displease you so? Can you not tame your desires?”

Desires. Of course it’s about that. Despite the history books in her study, she is just the same as…as your mother. This is not acceptance, this is just like the moment your mother caught you with the tradeswomen and locked you away while the coven decided what to do with you. But this time you will do it yourself before they can.

“Y/N, I did not mean it in that way,” Agatha immediately attempts to correct herself as she observes the way your face reacts to her words, connecting the dots on what you could be thinking about, but you’ve already spun on your heel to your bedroom, tears glistening in your eyes, “Little dove,” she calls out, her tone softer, quieter, more desperate, but you cannot hear anything over than her displeasure with you, “Please, wait a moment for me to explain what I mean by–”

The door slams shut behind you, your back pressed to it to prevent them from coming in. You drop down to the ground, sliding against the door, and let the tears fall.

masterlist + guidelines

pornwplot is better, fight me on this. its coming guys patience haha

[xrcs]

wanima bros + female reader

author’s note – i’m just hoping this gets the attention it deserves cause i put my blood, sweat, and tears into this one right here. these two are so underrated but lowkey sexy.

content warnings: threesome. dom keisuke. switch reader. sub junichi. anal and vaginal penetration. overstimulation. masochist junichi??? titty suckin’. clit play. hair pulling. praise kink. (junichi) blowjob. edging. junichi eatin pussy for like 2 seconds. spittin’ a couple times. fingering.

shit, the wanima brothers have been eyeing you for a while now. junichi may not be able to verbalize it. but, you can most definitely see it in his eyes. his brother also caught on quickly, observing the way junichi would look at you.

it slowly became a competition to see who could be with you first. both of them would show off and exaggerate their moves while playing soccer. scoring goals for you, looking at you while running. nobody would’ve ever thought that the brothers would fight over something.

“bro! watch this,” keisuke yelled, heading towards you. you can’t even lie, you’ve been crushing on them. you liked the attention they gave you, it was so silly. but, the effort was cute. keisuke’s footsteps could be heard getting closer, a wide grin on his face.

junichi was chasing after him.

“yo, how’re ya doin’? i wanted ta’ tell ya somethin’ realll important,” keisuke sang, his playful energy radiating. it quickly diminishes when his brother steps over, his whole demeanor towering over you two.

you laugh awkwardly watching the two brothers clash. the silent argument almost makes you wanna cringe.

they’re being so childish. you clear your throat loudly to stop their conflict. both of them looking at you with those googly eyes they have. the shit-eating smirk that was on keisuke’s face was back. keisuke turns his back to and whispers something into his twin’s ear.

it’s incoherent, leaving you confused. they both turn around, smiling brightly.

“hey.. me n’ bro wanna tell you something,” keisuke says with a sinister look. you honestly feel a sense of nervousness, wondering what they have to say. you cock a brow up as you wait for the words to come out of keisuke’s mouth.

he took a deep breath in, “we– ahem. we like ya. n’ we wanna get ta know ya a lil’ better,” a reddish blush spread across the wanima brothers’ faces. lost for words, you kinda just stand there. suddenly, a wave of courage washes over you.

“you know, you guys are kinda cute. i’ve been havin’ a little crush on you two as well,” you state, face getting hotter as your tongue lets out every syllable.

the wanima brothers’ looked at you in shock, “no way! are ya being serious? that’s what bro said,” both of them felt giddy inside, hoping you’re not just playing some silly game.

“yea, i’m being serious, seriously,” you voice firmly.

let’s just say after that day, you three got REALLY close. & they both had to have you. at the same time.

you’re sat on keisuke’s lap, mind all foggy from all the kissing and licking you three have done.

“junichi, c’mere. wanna teach you how ta really please a lady,” keisuke commanded, junichi came closer to the both of you. his eyes scanned your bare pussy, glistening and fat. jesus, his cock was so hard that it hurt. one of his hands went down to palm his cock, to soothe the pain a bit.

his mouth started to water a bit, cocoa eyes telling a whole story.

“stick a finger in’ere. curl it while in n’ out,” keisuke explained, pointing to your pussy. junichi slowly hovered his finger over your pussy before gliding his pointer on it. spreading the slick, making you whimper.

you wiggle in keisuke’s hold, “don’t t-tease me, jun,” he nodded and stuck his finger, the feeling of your warm gummy walls around it makes him wonder how you would feel around his cock. your eyes flutter shut as he starts to curl him finger.

“n’ add more as you pick up the pace,” keisuke described, biting his lip while he hears the lewd squelching of your cunt. junichi adds another finger, curling his fingers into you faster.

your head falls back onto keisuke’s shoulder, mouth wide open.

“touch- agh.. my clit, jun,” you moaned, feeling yourself slipping away from reality. he’s so skilled even with being a little inexperienced. junichi’s blown eyes search for your clit. maybe it’s the thing that looks like a little button? his thumb comes up to stimulate your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion.

gosh, you don’t know how you’re last. junichi’s already pushing you to the edge. the coil in your stomach becoming more and more bunched up, waiting for its moment to snap. he adds another finger, rolling his wrist while curling rapidly.

your back arches, eyes rolling back as bliss takes over. keisuke fondles with your boobs, creating more stimulation to your body. fuck, you’re close.

“yeah, bro! now, nibble on her clit a lil’. that’ll make her go wild,” keisuke laughs, watching how you can come undone so quickly. junichi brings his face up to your pretty pussy, his hot breath tickling her. he starts to nibble on your clit, making you help.

the pleasure, the pain. which one feels better? both do. junichi continues to suck and nibble on your clit while pumping his fingers into you. the coil’s about to snap.

“yes, junichi! fuhhhhck, doin’ such a- ngh good job! you’re s-so good for me,” you scream, rolling your hips in order to get more friction. junichi’s cock twitches, leaking pre as your praised him. he almost let out a pathetic whimper. keisuke smirks as he sees that you’re losing yourself in the pleasure.

junichi’s hyper focused, only thinking about making you cum. but, his cock’s basically purple, he really wants to let a load out. his hand starts to move like a vibrator. changing his pace every few seconds. slow, fast, slow, fast. curling his fingers with intensity. he looks up at your expression and groans into your pussy.

just like that, you cum all over his fingers and face. that extra vibration sent you off the charts, the whole room turning white. your ears ring as you finally come down. all senses coming back. your body starts to convulse as junichi licks all the oozing essence on cunt. making sure he gets every single last drop.

“shit– junichi! ‘m sensitive,” you wince, quickly bringing your hand down to pull junichi’s hair. the burn on his scalp felt so fucking good, he moaned shamelessly. you smirk at his reaction, taking notes in your head. keisuke laughed as he watched his own brother almost nut from hair pulling.

keisuke picks you up with his strong, toned arms, “aye, bro. c’mere. want you to support the other side,” junichi gets up and holds up as well, your legs wrapping around his torso. gosh, this is so erotic. honestly, you could just cum from this position that you’re in right now. squished in between two beefy men, that’s what’s called heaven on earth.

they started to communicate with their eyes, nodding at their telepathic statements. you kinda wish you were in on it but that’s just the fun of it. you never know what’s going to happen. you notice that they started to move a bit but you couldn’t look below you to see what was happening.

their slimy tips glide against your wet holes. you clench around nothing as they tease you with their cocks. just as you were about to complain about their teasing, they stuffed you at the same time. leaving you feeling so full as you had to take their girthy dicks.

they slowly started to move their hips, juinichi’s jaw going slack as he fucks up into your pussy. his mind getting all muddled as he panted over your shoulder. keisuke’s grunting in your ear, thrusting into your tight asshole. he’s using everything in him to not cum right there and then.

both of them ramming non stop into your holes instantly makes your mind go blank.

“feels– nmph.. good,” you whimper, tears rolling down your cheeks. keisuke’s quick to lick them off, letting out an animalistic groan. junichi just can’t get his mind off your pussy, his brain repeating ‘pussy’ a million times in his head. it’s like he’s a virgin again, you just feel so good.

junichi whimpers as he feels you clench around him tightly, making him buck his hips into you roughly. you bite your lip as you look into his pretty, glossy eyes. grabbing a fistful of his hair, you yank it. jun’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels the pain turn into instant pleasure.

keisuke growls while rutting into you, biting your shoulder. he can feel every ridge and bump in your hole, only making the experience better for him. shit, even he’s losing it slowly. you moan as he goes deeper into you, balls slapping against your ass and thighs.

“haaah– fuhhhckk, this hole’s real tight. ngh, feels really good,” keisuke groans while drool slips past his lips. you feel like you’re already getting closer and closer to cumming. the intense pounding of both of them makes your body jump up with every thrust.

junichi takes your tit into his mouth to suck to conceal his noises he finds embarrassing. nibbling your nipple while his mind becomes fuzzier, panting heavily why fucking you. the brothers’ look into each others eyes, they’re gonna cum soon.

they can both feel their thighs getting tired. but, that won’t stop them just yet. if one finishes first, they’re the loser. shit, keisuke it in his stomach. he’s gonna cum first. the way you’re clenching around him, the lewd sounds of your voice and your holes are making him weak. junichi chuckles lowly as he sees his brother lose it.

“mmph, gonna cum. shit, i’m gunna cummmm,” keisuke groans as he lets his fat load seep into your hole. his seed coating every inch of your hole. you whimper as you feel his warm substance fill you up. keisuke slowly pulls out, sighing. he passes out and falls on the bed a second later.

you giggle but your focus is now on junichi. his eyes always tell a story, and you can tell that he’s gonna cum soon. quickly, you pull his cock out and push him onto a nearby chair. he makes a confused sound, looking up at you.

“don’t worry, jun. you’re gonna cum eventually,” you whisper while getting down on your knees. your head’s now in between his beefy thighs. you plant wet kisses on them making his cock twitch.

his eyes are begging you to let him cum. it’s like he’s screaming it at this point. you blow onto his tip, making him squirm in the chair. jun’s gripping onto the chair handles so hard that his knuckles are becoming white.

taking his cock in your mouth, junichi moans softly, looking down at you with watery eyes. thank you. that’s what his eyes are saying. he tries to keep his hips in place as you bob your head up and down.

your hot, wet mouth engulfs his cock, making him shiver. he’s about to start crying. he’s so close, let him cum, please!!!

“ngghh– mmpph!” a string a moans and whimpers continue to come out of his mouth. his eyebrows furrowed as he shuts his eyes. gosh, he’s almost there. just a little bit more.

the way you’re swirling your tongue around his length makes him want to burst out into tears. you stop moving your head to tease him, making him buck his hips up. helplessly trying to chase high by fucking your mouth.

you make a popping sound as you take your lips off his dick. he whimpers loudly as looks at you. you start to stroke his cock slowly, looking into his eyes. tears roll down his face again as he feels it in his stomach again.

junichi’s so obvious when he’s about to cum. his moans become pitchier, thighs start shaking, and his tip gets redder. you stop and let go of his cock, making him cry out. his hips trying to find something for his cock to grind on.

the cool air hitting his dick makes his lips quiver, his eyes searching for any kind of mercy in yours. you wrap your hand around his cock again. rubbing your leftover slick all over his cock, making it slimy. your hand’s so soft and plushy, jun’s going crazy.

junichi’s eyes become half-lidded as all he could think about was cumming. his balls start to ache as you keep on playing with his dick. mind going all murky as he fucks up into your hand, shit! he’s almost there again. he can feel it! please let him cum this time!

you let go, again. he whimpers in defeat and tries to grind his length on one of the arm rests of the chair. you slap his thigh, making him wince and look at you with such a pretty, fucked out face. you felt your pussy throb as you saw his expression.

you’re most definitely gonna give it to him now.

“you’ve been so good for me, jun, so good. cum, baby. you earned it,” you say, stroking his length quickly, planting more kisses on his thighs. yes! finally! now’s the time.

jun feels his balls tighten as you keep on going. his muscles tense up as he started to drool. his pink tongue slightly hangs out his mouth, and his eyes are rolled back to his skull. fuck, the coil is snapping.

all white surrounds him while his cock spurts out loads of cum onto your face and hand. you put your mouth on his tip to swallow any leftover cum, making him twitch.

his breathing is fast. you quickly sit on his lap and hug him. playing with his hair as he comes down, humming his favorite tune.

keisuke finally wakes up and smiles.

“let’s get ourselves cleaned up,”

XRCS 2023

[fireycircus]

Ok it’s 2 am right now and instead of trying to sleep I’ve been thinking about how I feel about Usopp post time-skip and his character progression cuz I see a bunch of people have problems with it but I honestly like it. I just want to put my thoughts into the ring

So, most of my thoughts about him base on my own generalized anxiety disorder and how I’ve coped with it. I don’t think people consider that people with anxiety issues will struggle with it for life. It makes sense to me that Usopp continues to have moments where he runs away from the problem at hand despite his personal growth over the time-skip.

Usopp’s character growth isn’t about never running away or being “strong”. It’s about being brave, doing things despite how scary they are. It’s about him becoming more confident in himself and realizing he has a place on the crew.

People probably don’t think that Usopp changes much after time-skip because hasn’t he always been doing this? Well, yeah he has but the difference here is how he copes with the things that scare him. He does that better, and he doesn’t need to use a fake persona like in the past. He can be himself now.

I think the best example is in Dressrosa because of how much time he gets in the spotlight there. The first time he faces Sugar he runs away, but he’s a lot faster to realize he can’t do that than in the past. He accepts the challenge without the use of his Sogeking persona (which is a HUGE step). He gets it done and when it’s time to face her again he isn’t afraid at all. He’s being hunted down by a giant mob and yet he has his eyes on the prize.

The significance to me lies in my own experience. My flight response is so overwhelming that it’s impossible for me to think clearly at first. I’ve only started being able to calm myself down in 10 minutes versus the hours it used to take.

I get like this over things like writing a paper. Usopp gets like that over fighting for his life. I think that makes his actions pretty reasonable. It’s hard for me to exactly put it into words, but the growth for him lies in being able to get focused and stay focused after that initial flight response. I hope that makes sense to other people that aren’t me.

One last thought that’s semi-related. The scene in Wano that everyone likes to shit on Usopp for. Can we stop and think for half a second and realize that he would be acting just like Nami was if he was in her place.

There’s a list of priorities for Usopp when he’s in trouble that’s different for when others are in trouble. It’s something he shares with a lot of other members of the crew. If he’s in trouble in a situation where people are dissing Luffy, he will make up a whole speech on why they’re wrong about him. If another crew member is in trouble, their safety comes first. We’ve literally seen this happen before, why are people freaking out about it?

Plus, it’s not as if Luffy would get mad at him for it. His crew’s lives are more important than his pride. That’s been a thing all the way back since drum island with Vivi telling him to stand down for Nami’s sake. He’s learned that lesson as a captain. So it would make no sense for it to be a problem when Usopp does it. Especially since Luffy’s gained such a deep understanding of Usopp and how his mind operates after Water 7.

Ok rant over. I’m sorry if this is kind of incoherent, I’ve got a lot to say and don’t always know the best way to explain it. I’d be happy to know if other people have thought about this stuff too. Thank you for listening Usopp nation.

[monstersinthecosmos]

As a fellow Marius lover, I always find it kind of disheartening how most of the content/fandom talk about him (meta, fic, fanart, etc.) revolves around m/m ships (Marius/Armand in particular but I’d even go as far to include Marius/Daniel here) when, in my opinion, Marius is like the one male character in the VC universe whose relationships with women are far more interesting than his relationships with other men (the only other character might be Lestat but even then it’s pretty 50/50). They’re so monumental and so full of complexities and pain and so much love and they define him and inform his character in ways that I think, his relationships with men simply do not. Interesting/hot under the right circumstances? Sure but like ARE YOU GUYS SEEING THIS MAN??? AND HOW HE RELATES TO WOMEN??? It’s one of the best things Anne ever wrote and I can never get enough of it and it makes me sad how little content there is of it and I feel I can never say this out loud because I would never want to make people feel bad about what they ship (truly not my intention here) but ugh SO MUCH potential there for life changing discourse and meta about Marius and the women he’s loved and lost and have shaped who he is and there’s like… nothing.

Tl;dr the reason I’m sending this ask is because I’m a firm believer that you must be the change you want to see in this world and because YOU get it! And every time you post or write about Marius/Pandora (or Marius/Akasha! Or talk about Marius/Bianca) an angel gets its (black) wings. You are seen, you are loved and appreciated tysm <3

OKAY FIRST OF ALL THIS WAS SUCH A DELIGHT TO GET IN MY INBOX, SECOND IM GOING TO BE COMPLETELY HONEST AND ADMIT I FEEL TOO INCOHERENT TO TACKLE THIS TOPIC HAHA. I don’t feel articulate enough to do it justice. And I don’t say that to be obnoxious and self deprecating but like in all honesty idk how to synthesize it neatly but I think you’re sharing some GREAT IDEAS. 

I have to say this in bullet points because I don’t feel equipped to string this into a cohesive post:

Marius was based on Anne’s husband, and Marius/Pandora was based on their marriage!!!!! And I think it explains a lot about why their relationship feels so fuckin POTENT to me, like it’s so genuine!!!!!!! And like knowing that I think it makes sense why she wrote him so HOT lol. Like she’s just writing thirsty stuff about her husband right? LOL

Also like insofar as there’s a lot of genderfluidity in VC there’s also something vaguely misogynist about it at times. And Anne Rice was a mega feminist and her work had so much womens lib in it!!!!! So I don’t think it’s intended as misogyny at all vs. Anne having conversations about gender and maybe her own relationship to gender. I think enough characters have said vaguely misogynist stuff that it makes me think it’s an Anne Problem vs being Watsonian. (This is also a historical/time period issue and we can discuss another time if and when vampires are supposed to break out of that when they transcend humanity and social constructs even when they’re still saying weird sexist shit at their big ages.) But I say that to say all VC characters are a tad sexist, even if perhaps she was writing with the intention of her own male power fantasy/male superiority/penis envy. AND THAT MAKES MARIUS VERY INTERESTING. 

Cause like really the three main ladies in his life (Akasha, Pandora, Bianca) DO define him so much! And we don’t see him pine for Armand the way he did for any of them! Why!!!

Like there’s that aspect of sexism where women can be infantilized by men who don’t think they’re being unkind and it makes me wonder, especially when the author is a boomer, like where is that line between condescension and respect? I don’t have an answer here, this is too big-brained for me LOL but like he is SO devoted to the women in his life and I just wonder like if he sees them as creatures unlike himself, you know? 

This is headcanon territory but I bet he’s such a fucking sub to Pandora lol and it just thrills me that he spent 2000 years begging Akasha for affection and she ignored him the whole damn time wow. And he continued to simp!

AND ALSO LIKE, I think people DO NOT DISCUSS THIS OFTEN ENOUGH, but did we forget that he chose Armand because he needed a Bianca rebound? He was absolutely TORTURED by his love for Bianca and picked Armand because he didn’t want to kill her oh my god. Oh my god!!! HE KEPT HER LETTER IN HIS POCKET OVER HIS HEART OKAY??? HE DIDN’T WANT TO DRAG HER INTO HIS COLD AND FATAL DOMAIN????? Fuck lol

It’s so fucked up that he didn’t go after Armand but spent like actual fucking millennia trying to find Pandora. HE KNEW EXACTLY WHERE ARMAND WAS AND LEFT HIM THERE LOL BUT PANDORA HAUNTED HIM EVERY NIGHT OF HIS LIFE FOR CENTURIES.

After everything he wound up spending like 200 years with Bianca or something and ?????? CORRECT because Bianca was the fledgling he actually wanted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But it’s odd, I know I’ve said this 337589235 times, but Marius like. Has an idea of the person he wants to be and he tries SO HARD to live by logic & reason and he just can’t reconcile with the fact that he has EMOTIONS. And so like part of the person he wants to be like, open/empathetic/wise and he begs his lovers/students/fledglings to CHALLENGE HIM when he’s not actually healed enough to be challenged? And to me there’s something kinda like, extra spicy about it when you’re in Rice World and you’re a lil sexist; how much that burns EXTRA when it’s Pandora or Bianca sticking up to you or AKASHA FUCKIN IGNORING YOU. 

Just really incredible that this person who is like the epitome of a patriarch has such fucked up relationships with all the women in his life. And like he underestimates these women, like the way he tries to manipulate Bianca and she leaves him! PANDORA AND AKASHA ARE UNAVAILABLE TO HIM AND BIANCA FUCKIN LEAVES.

akasSHA JUST IGNROING HIM!! JUST STRAIGHT UP FUCKIN IGNORING HIM FOR 2,000 YEARS!!!! HE'S OBSESSED WITH HER!

Anyway Enkil is ignoring him too but he doesn’t give a shit about that guy tbh lol 

Also the amount of space he gives Eudoxia and Zenobia in his book like there’s more here too but tbh it’s midnight and I can’t start unpacking. I just think like, in 2000 years it’s interesting how Eudoxia wound up having such a lasting impact on his life. 

I did just peek at the Eudoxia part and I’m dying, he goes “Her face was small, oval, and as close to perfection as anything I've ever beheld, even though she bore no resemblance to Pandora who was for me perfection itself.” CERTIFIED WIFE GUY.

What kinda mommy issues are we dealing with here? HIS MOTHER WAS A SLAVE THAT DIED IN CHILDBIRTH AND HE INHERITED HER GENES AND LOOKED LIKE HER AND DIDN’T LOOK LIKE HIS FATHER & BROTHERS? AND HE’S SORT OF AN OUTCAST AS A HUMAN LIKE ? THE STIGMA HERE? AND THEN HE SPENDS 2000 YEARS WORSHIPPING HIS NEW MOTHER??? PERHAPS YOU COULD SAY ENSLAVED TO HER? IDK MAN. 

IS THIS ALSO WHY HE WAS SO OBSESSED WITH LOSING PANDORA?

The irony too, and something I think a lot of people miss, is that he DIDN’T WANT TO MARRY PANDORA LOL. He wanted to be betrothed to a child so that he could FUCK OFF and NOT get married because she wasn’t old enough to get married! He fucked off! He went exploring! He said this is not for me! 

AND TO GO OUT INTO THE WORLD AND BE MURDERED BY HIS MOTHERS PEOPLE???? IDK. 

I’m not sure how these last two points tie into anything but I just wanted to mention his complicated relationship with Pandora and his own heritage lol. And then Akasha like DELIVERS Pandora to him because she’s like “wow this guy needs somebody lol and I am not emotionally available” — Akasha who was famously a violent genocidal radfem and who would not approve of his relationship with Armand but explicitly allowed him to have Pandora and Bianca. IDK WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN! 

Did Akasha approve of these women because she knew Marius was completely pussywhipped and would worship them and she wanted to see someone mommydom the fuck out of him and she knew that Armand would never be that person? 🫢

And again I want to say like, taking the author into consideration!! Anne Rice had a HORRIFIC relationship with her mom so you see these themes pop up occasionally in her work. DESPITE ALL OF THAT SHE IS STILL A FEMINIST AND WRITES ABOUT MATRILINEAR FAMILIES like The Great Family or the Mayfairs. But thinking about Mothers in Anne Rice Works makes me think a lot about this like, the damage they can do and the voids they can leave even when you’re a feminist and love women! You see a TON of this with Gabrielle and I always think that Lestat & Marius are such similar characters that you can do a lot of extrapolating or backwards engineering to ask questions about them and how they work, since we get SO MUCH Lestat POV in this series to work with and how we can zoom out sometimes and ask like, what is common across her entire body of work and what is more specifically common between Lestat & Marius and WHAT EVEN MORE INTERESTINGLY is a result that they were both based on her husband in their inceptions. 

Like how much of this has to do with Marius’s actual feelings towards men vs women on purpose, or how much was subconscious author bias, how much was simply that Anne Rice based him on her husband and she was THIRSTY, idk. It’s always hard to say in VC because Anne was such an intuitive and self-indulgent author and the stories are so weird!!! So your mileage may vary!

But I agree with you that these are FASCINATING relationships!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I like Marius/Armand too (I recently made a post about how I didn’t “””””ship”””” them but then I spent 2 months working on a M/A fic every day and now I think I’ve corrupted and converted myself LMAO) but yeah like. There’s such a lack of substance between them in the end. He treats Armand like he’s temporary, fucks up and moves on, and it’s such a departure from how DEVOTED he was with all his other partners. 

Wow I didn’t think I had a lot to say, sorry about that. !!! EVERY TIME I BROUGHT A POINT UP I THOUGHT OF 5 MORE POINTS GOSH I COULD TALK ABOUT MARIUS ALL DAY.

[emily-mooon]

It’s that time again: Late night Nordegrim headcanons!

- they watch iconic Canadian historical crime show Murdoch Mysteries together. I’ve said it before and I shall say it again, Neil likes detective mystery shows like Poirot. They both have fun trying to figure out who did it. Stacey also likes it for the character relationship drama cause let me tell you that show has a crap ton of it and it can get very interesting (depends on the season though tbh).

-to add to the prev headcanon, Wallace also watches it and sometime after season 6, he made a drinking game for it. All three of them got wasted first time they played it cause it was a James Pendrick episode (those episodes along with Terrence Meyers episodes have a formula to them with little reoccurring details)

- even though I’ve stated that Neil’s the little spoon, there are times where he is the big spoon and that’s when Stacey has a bad day. She just wants her boyfriend/husband to wrap his arms around her on those days

-In the future when Stacey is an English teacher, she’ll sometimes wear one of Neil’s T-shirts to work under a flannel or something. Usually it’s when he’s out on a set that’s out of province and sometimes outside of Canada but she’ll also do it when he’s home

- Mr. and Mrs. Pilgrim love Neil. They love their daughter’s dorky boyfriend. They play Clue together on Friday nights

- Stacey is the one who uses pet names the most. Neil is far too awkward to call her any. He can make out with her in a the Tim Hortons, but his ass will freeze in any attempt to call her ‘honey’ out in public (he has called her ‘bunny’ once and both of them were flustered)

-DOUBLE👏DATES 👏WITH 👏MOBILLACE!!! I will not elaborate further as to why, you can guess what the dates are like

- When Stacey saw Neil smile for the first time (I don’t think he smiles very often), it was all over at that point. She fell even harder for him based on his awkward but cute smile (and also laugh ngl)

- They did ONE jam session with Shatterband. You can try to pry bassist Neil from my hands but ultimately you’d fail cause I, a bassist, have a firm grip on it.He plays bass with them sometimes cause he thinks it would make it better. Stacey I think is a pretty good singer, so she did the singing (makes sense since she is played by Anna Kendrick who is an amazing singer. But imo Stacey is a little bit below the former)

- Bringing back the ‘they elope on a rock on a beach on the east coast’ headcanon back. They would do it. At first Stacey just proposed to Neil and they both agreed to wait a little bit, but they’re dorks and on a whim eloped cause a ceremony sounded intimidating and also expensive. Their witnesses was Neil’s uncle and aunt as they live there (Neil has family on the east coast in my heart)

Im gonna stop now cause I’m tired. Im sorry if some of them sound incoherent. As I said I’m tired and if there are any spelling mistakes or what not, I’ll fix them in the morning.

So goodnight and hoped you liked them! :]

[opheliawillowbrook]

@bea2607 and @mezgkq

If we're going for everyone's "canon" sign (which canon seemingly means nothing these days, courtesy of DC and their antics. Not to mention the slew of trash writers reconning everything and imprinting their own basis onto characters (but that's a different conversation entirely lol) then sure: Damian is a Leo which makes sense. Raven being a Libra works too.

However, if I’m going off my own personal take, cause this is Tumblr, and that’s what we’re all here for. Then Damian is an in my opinion an Aries with a Leo moon, if I’m gonna get technical. For example the key personality difference are similar, but just slightly different.

Core Being

Aries - The most passionate (I personally find Damian to be more passionate than people give him credit for. But that could be my personal bias. He tends to hold firm in his beliefs and is reluctant to change them and will go out of his way to prove his point. Meaning, he HAS to be right. We lead from the head.)

Leo - The most fierce (Damian is without a Doubt fierce. As a fighter, he’s cut-throat. I.e. kill or be killed. Leos make great friends, but they’re also great opportunists, and who better to than the son of Batman and one Talia al Ghule, am I right? )

That being said, Aries is also a very opportunistic zodiac sign. In fact, we’re the best. I’m not proud of that, but we definitely feel the need to be number one and be the best, and we’re hella competitive and easily the most vengeful of the signs in the zodiac calender. Do not make enemies of us. We will kill you. Straight up ruin your entire life because we fucking LOVE to HATE shit! ARIES AIN'T THE GOD OF WAR FOR NOTHING. We make vengeance a hobby, because we can--we’ve mastered our crazy, and we’re good at. Like everything. If that doesn’t sound like Damian, then I’ve been writing him wrong this whole time lol.

Weakness:

Aries - Hot-tempered (Yes we are)

Leo - Bossy (Yes you are)

Both of these are Damian to a T. I’m not even gonna explain, we all know.

Strongest suit:

Aries - Ambition ( Damian is easily the most ambition, Robin and Titan. Ambition becomes him. It's literally in his Demon blood)

Leo - Generosity (For sake of argument, Damian is and can be generous, but not before being a total dick. Unless he loves you. As most of us are aware, Damian does have a “kind and generous soul” to, quoth the Raven. Which lends itself to the structure of his likability and character growth.)

As a Team:

Aries- (Cardinal) "Okay, here's what we gonna do." I feel like this Damian to a T. Take control, be the leader, act with no hesitation because he knows he has a plan B, and he's a cocky little shit. It might not work perfectly, but Damian’s confident, sometimes overly so. Did I mention that Damian's wicked cocky?

Leo - (Fixed) - "I will arrange the meeting and let's stick with the plan A." This to me feels more like Cassie Sandmark who’s a moral busybody. Damian will definitely tell you how he feels and point out that you're wrong, but he’s not a Karen.

At party:

Aries - *Drunk and ready to fight anyone*

Leo - *Heads to the center stage cheerfully and does theatrical stunts*

I’ll you be the Judge, juror and Executioner.

In a fight:

Leo - Tells Sagittarius "why do you have to be so criticizing?"

Sagittarius - Tells Leo "why do you have to be so self-centered?"

Aries - "You both have a problem. You two wanna fight me? Come on, I'm ready. (Aries live for this shit. Like we’re waiting for any excuse to pop off. Worse, we can justify it to ourselves. Personally, I think Damian is more likely to act on this take. Let's face it, there's war in his soul.

So yeah. Y’ll can take from this analysis (if we can call the incoherent ramblings of a chicken keeping, hairstylist such a thing.) I personally, as an Aries, feel justified in my arguments, because I’m an Aries and there’s not hope for me. But that doesn’t mean anyone has to agree. We all have our own takes, and that’s the beauty of fanfiction. We don’t adhere to canon, and we don’t have to.

With Love Ophelia.

[odetothestars]

Once again a very incoherent, not spell checked, all over the place ramble that might not make any sense (lmk if I need to clarify something)

But I think this one is kinda important? At least, it is to me. Before you decide how you feel about this, do me a favour and at least try to actually read/digest it first!

Something I think desperately needs to happen within multiple fandoms is working through your internalized misogyny…because people on this app are a little too comfortable stereotyping, belittling, sexualizing, devaluing, and just generally disrespecting women or fem presenting people. It’s usually pretty subtle, but the micro aggressions are definitely there.

I see fics where the only time female characters are mentioned is if they pipe in to say something snarky or when male characters are talking about their appearance/desire to sleep with them.

The example of misogyny that I see the most often is in mlm ship writing where one of the characters tagged as fem!x and that character is very often portrayed/described as:

- “Emotional, dramatic, whiny, clingy, soft, delicate, fragile”

- They’re dependent, usually being provided for by someone else

- They’re the subordinate/“beta” in a relationship

- They’re “helpless” and need protecting

- They’re interested shallow things (appearance, money, class, etc.)

- They have an “attitude”

- Their hobbies consist of baking, shopping, decorating

- They’re looked at like a trophy, something pretty to win and own

- There’s a strong emphasis of their appearance (slender, rosy cheeks, sharp features) and sexuality especially

I’m sure many of you have read at least one fic tagged as fem!*insert male chatacter name here* and this is the character description you were shown, no?

Before you yell at me, there is nothing inherently wrong about that characterization! It’s completely fine to live your life that way, it’s okay to be into superficial things, it’s okay to want to be protected, it’s okay to have someone provide for you, etc. Slay however you want!

My problem is that this characterization is NOT A TRUE REFLECTION OF WHAT FEMININITY IS. The issue isn’t in these traits themselves, I have some of those traits myself, the problem is using these traits to prove that a character is more feminine. It’s so stereotypical, surface level, and old-fashioned, and reduces the beauty of being feminine to a caricature. Whether you like it or not, whether you mean it or not, this is misogyny. Feminine people/characters can be strong, brave, intelligent, hardworking, independent. Being feminine is something that I’m very proud of, and I hate seeing it be reduced to something it isn’t. This is deeper than just not personally liking the way a character is written. This is misogyny.

Not to mention the super masc x super fem characterization is super heteronormative and also a stereotype in itself but I digress.

I’m not telling anyone they need to drop these kinds of characterizations, I’m just saying you should probably take a good minute to reflect on your motives and how you really feel think about femininity deep down. Is it something you truly views as inferior? Why? Do you want to change that? What are some ways can you?

Don’t even get me started on the literal abuse of fem characters in fics and novels. Yes, there are pieces of fiction where masc characters are victims, which is horrifying, I just see it the most often against fem characters. It’s absolutely disgusting that people are romanticizing and glorifying abuse of anyone, but that’s a topic for another time.

I typically subscribe to “don’t like don’t read” unless we’re talking about stuff the is genuinely offensive or harmful to an entire group of people. If I see an au, ship, plot, or general writing style I don’t particularly like, I will simply swipe passed and move on with my day (you should to). But when fics are written with any kind of internal bias (misogyny, homophobia *including heteronormativity*, transphobia, racism, etc.) behind them or have elements of glorified abuse, there is a genuine issue and I’m not just gonna scroll and pretend that it isn’t super fucked up, because it is. It’s fucked up! Touch grass and breath fresh air PLEASE.

Sure, I can’t stop anyone from writing or reading what they want, they’re free to do so, but that means they are also free to deal with criticisms of it.

If this upset anyone, I genuinely am very sorry, it wasn’t be intention to offend you. Unpacking things like internalized bias can be really difficult, but I think it’s important to have conversations like this so we can learn and grow from each other. Feel free to share you thoughts, try to be respectful if you can:)

*Tags are not a direct call out to any ship or fandom. I have seen this in multiple different fandoms with multiple different ships. This is just a primarily HP blog, hence why tags are HP*

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

just wrote like a billion paragraphs on how I write c!tommy’s mentol illnesses whoops

Autism: While chaotic, Tommy does best in structured environments to a degree, needing some sort of routine to function. He's easily attached to comfort items and requires them for his day-to-day life. He struggles with social skills, primarily indicated by his inability to tell when he should stop joking around- he’s learnt surprising emotional intelligence to get around that. In general, he struggles to function on his own despite being fairly intelligent and very vocal, and as such latches into others for support. He’s also got extreme sensory issues, to the point he can only wear clothes he sews himself.

ADHD: Tommy has extremely severe ADHD, to the point it’s debilitating in everyday life. He struggles to stick to one train of thought, and often completely forgets what he’s doing, leading to him often neglecting his own needs (though he also has… other reasons for that). He requires constant stimulation, and boredom is physically painful to him. He’s always moving around and doing something, and he struggles to wait even for a few minutes. His struggles to stay organised are another reason he tends to rely on being a follower to others.

OCD: Tommy struggles with moral scrupulousity of a very religious type, and deeply fears he is a sinner. He spends a lot of his free time in prayer to the Primes he loves, and obsessively honours them in every way he can. He gets intrusive thoughts about sin- especially those he was forced to commit- and he believes these thoughts are the reason his afterlife was so hellish, and has many compulsions he feels he needs to honour to punish himself for being so sinful.

BPD: Tommy has very wild changes in mood frequently, something he struggles to control and which leads to him making rash decisions. He quickly feels abandoned, and stews in the self loathing it causes. He’s desperate for any sort of affection and attention, even if it's warped and abusive. He tends to view people either as wonderful or as monsters, and struggles with grey areas.

Psychosis: Tommy struggles with hallucinations and delusions on a day to day basis. Generally, he mostly grapples with delusions- mostly assigning meaning to objects and people in a very literal sense- and delusions of persecution, and the hallucinations mostly affect him when he’s dealing with extreme stress. He struggles to verbalise and understand his thoughts, and often lashes out.

PTSD: Tommy is hyper vigilant due to trauma and struggles to feel relaxed. Even on a good day, he's always checking the walls and making sure he has a knife in reaching distance. The smallest thing can trigger a flashback, even things he once loved, and as such he's frequently withdrawn and sullen despite usually being outgoing and adventurous. He has severe insomnia, and often doesn’t sleep until his body physically cannot stand it anymore.

Depression: Tommy has severe suicidal ideation and frequently wishes he could die- only his knowledge of the nothingness after death and more importantly the fact he'll inevitably be revived keep him from ending his own life most days. He very frequently self harms, usually by simply letting the elements get to him. He also goes days at a time without eating, both to punish himself and as a method of self harm. He believes himself to be a burden on everyone he loves and that the world would be a better place if he never existed.

Anxiety: Tommy has frequent panic attacks, often so severe he's incoherent (these cause him deep embarrassment). He worries about every action he takes, and most of those he doesn’t. His most frequently worry is about his future- while this is influenced by being threatened with multiple horrific fates, this is something he’s always done. He’s also incredibly anxious his friends don’t love him anymore whenever they’re not as obsessively clingy as him- times like this tend to draw him back into self-destrucive behaviour.

[shrinkthisviolet]

7, 23, 35, 43, 65, and 76 [your eyes will need some time (to adjust)] for the fic asks?

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

Sometimes I just get a sense of “ooh this fic would be best from this person’s POV because they can provide x, y, z”. Other times, it takes a little experimenting to figure out whose POV tells the story best

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

There will always be someone who doesn’t like your fics. They may even make their displeasure known in your comments. Don’t let it get under your skin—just wash it right off and keep going (whether it means deleting the comment, replying in whatever manner you please, or what have you, don’t let their criticisms stick).

Even if you’re the kind of person who asks for constructive criticism on your fics, ignore any comments that are just straight-up criticism—that’s not constructive. And remember that you only need to take the advice that you want—that’s something I always got told in peer review in English. You know your story best! If some advice makes your story better and you wanna take it, great. If some advice runs counter to the story you’re telling, no need to take it. You’re the driver of this car.

35. What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?

A few things:

1) Intimidation/menace factor. THIS WILL LOOK DIFFERENT FOR DIFFERENT VILLAINS! Zoom is menacing and intimidating, that’s what makes him a good villain. Savitar is manipulative and sneaky, that’s what makes HIM a good villain. If you try to force a villain character to act in a way that doesn’t suit them, that villain will not be as strong of a character as they could be

2) Masks are a powerful tool, use them sparingly and precisely. Thawne and Zoom are both revealed to us early, and the characters later—this provides some fun dramatic irony for us and allows us to see them unmasked more than the characters do. At the same time, they’re still unmasked early enough to do some great stuff with them out of their suits. Savitar, however, was revealed to us at the same time as the characters…and also far too late to do anything interesting with him besides a couple scenes in 3x22 and most of 3x23 (which I have my own grievances with, but that’s for another post)

3) GIVE THEM COHERENT MOTIVATIONS I cannot stress this enough. Zoom…mostly had this, and the rest was explained away by him being insane (which is lazy, but hey, it worked for them ig). Thawne in s1 and s2 is masterful at this (can’t say the same about later seasons when he seems to lose coherent motivations beyond “wants Barry dead and hates all of Team Flash for no real reason”). SAVITAR is the poster child of incoherent villain. Does he want to kill Iris? Is he resigned to it? The show says: both! KF repeatedly has talks with him that make him seem resigned to it, and he’s smitten with Iris in 3x23…but he was also gleefully kidnapping her and celebrating when he thought she was dead. Also, the fact that he’s Barry means that him being okay with killing Iris makes absolutely no sense (he has enough humanity left in him to still love Iris, 3x23 proves that). If he had a loophole, like reviving her later for himself, that would’ve explained it…but even so, it’s not perfect (that 3x23 scene with Barry and Iris should’ve happened before 3x22 ✋ and that’s a fix-it I’ll write someday)

43. Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

Somewhere in between 😅 I love whumping them, but only because of the sweet catharsis at the end. I have written Hurt/No Comfort, but I much prefer Hurt/Comfort

65. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

SO excited for 1x15 🥰 I’m not saying why ofc, but you’ll see when I eventually get to that fic.

Ooh and also 1x17! Since Iris is in the loop, it’ll be fun having her in the know during the mayor’s event…and ofc Morgan, who will be benched by Barry [the reason why is a spoiler], will sneak into the event to try and protect Iris. AND Morgan discovers something in this episode…and tension with Team Flash kicks off

And ofc 1x19 will be fun for Bates angst 🥰 and 1x20 will be fun for…other whumpy reasons 👀

I’m also excited for the s3 arc (Savitar & Morgan, I think about you all the time 💞), and some episodes in s2 (2x16 (Eliza, also M&J roommates arc), 2x18 (Barry gives up his speed), 2x19 (Morgan gets kidnapped while trying to do something else), 2x20 (Barry’s “death”), 2x22 (something something Henry Allen), 2x23 (the final fight)—pretty monumental things happening in these episodes)

76. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of [your eyes will need some time (to adjust)]?

Ooh I love this question! Honestly if anything it was gonna be shorter. But I really wanted to include his talk with Eowells that planted the “adoption” seed, which is why it was as long as it is. Ooh though I did consider stretching it out more and including more of the start of Barry being parentified, but I figured in the end that ending it with the adoption talk and him meeting Morgan was punchier…and a few little seeds of him being parentified are present anyway (and can be expanded in later fics)

fic writer ask game!

[lostfracturess]

ITS ONLY TAKEN ME A MONTH AFTER I SAID I’D SEND THIS 😭

Hi, I’m Kiko, and I get easily distracted and I put too much pressure on myself to write this so then my brain just didn’t want to even though I’ve read the chap so many times. And AHHHHH.

SO. S&C: say my name.

Holy shit. First of all, the smut? Incredible 😂 I really love the tension between these two. It’s so fun. Their banter and the payoff is truly great.

BUT AS FOR THE REST: The line that has been eating away at me for weeks is “he'd bleed for you, but couldn't heal for you.” THIS LINE. THIS LINE. OH, THE CRUEL BEAUTY OF THIS LINE. How true it is. It’s so much easier to be self-sacrificial and give into the destruction than to fight it sometimes and these two are such a good example of that. It’s clear he’s trying but addiction obviously isn’t easy to kick.

These two are so messy. So messy and it’s wonderful. They aren’t together but they are. She’s still so hurt by his former rejection, the fact that he essentially chose his addiction over her, and because of Geto’s advice on top of that, but she still loves him so much that she can’t get herself to give up and walk away

But the duality of how she truly does love all parts of him, even the ugly ones, but there’s a part of her that’s so afraid of losing him completely. That she is so conflicted and the little spiral she has when she’s thinking about how she loves him no matter what so why is she still insisting on trying to force him to quit? It’s because you love him, sweet girl. Because you care about him and don’t want to see him so miserable and in pain. You love him, but not the addiction. Because in the end, he isn’t the problem, the addiction is. It’s separating the two and I think you’ve done a good job showcasing the struggle in mentally separating them while also showing how she’s almost instinctively done it because she genuinely loves him so much.

Dumping her coffee on him was hilarious. Throwing her phone at the wall was so visceral and raw and I felt it in my bones. She was so impulsive in this part and tbh it’s relatable.

The party worries me. I totally get that she wants to have fun but sweetheart maybe find a party not being thrown by someone who wanted to drug you and take advantage of you because he’s technically gotten away with it which means he likely won’t be afraid to try it again. But you do you 👀👀

Gojo’s desire to keep her safe and from that party, her pent up frustration with how he pushed her away and now wants to act like they’re still together is just… so damn human. Yes, she knows she’s not being the smartest or most rational but that frustration and desire to have any kind of control over her own life is understandable. Again, these two are so damn messy and it’s so beautiful.

The entire bit where he’s begging her to say his name? Beautiful, heartbreaking, hot as fuck tbh. It was incredible. They’re both so depraved and it’s great 😂

Her insisting on going with him to deal with his family? That’s going to be a disaster but I eagerly await that chaos.

I feel like I was super scattered and incoherent in this and I probably forgot something but hopefully it made sense?? I’ve literally had a note in my phone to write this out in so I could do it in little spurts and then I go and just word vomit anyway… 😅

I hope you’re well and taking care of yourself!

- 💕 Kiko (@siriuslysatorusimping)

ahhhh thank you so so much for your analysis of the latest chapter, they mean so much too me as i feel like you really capture the essence of each chapter so well. sometimes i even come back to your messages to remind myself what is going on in my writing haha. kind of getting complicated with all those messy feelings.

but please don't pressure yourself for writing me these !! just pour your thoughts and they don't have to make sense or like in chronological order, i'll appreciate them either way !! <3

So messy and it’s wonderful. They aren’t together but they are.

ahhh yes, i love this so so much, idk why but that shit gets me. like knowing you're not really together bc of things happened but still are so close and intimate that it's basically still somehow a relationship. ugh, im weak.

It’s separating the two and I think you’ve done a good job showcasing the struggle in mentally separating them.

this will basically be the plot for next chapter. like digging deeper into that struggle all messy and painful hehe.

thank you again so so much for writing me !! wish you all the best and can't wait to hear your thoughts on the next chapter <3

[zisurru]

hello vomshit anon here i saw some posts and had some incoherent thoughts / so mention of abuse and sexual assault

so i have very little interest in david as a character, and the rushed resolution / forgiveness in totbt probably is just anne rice not gaf, but something abt that is compelling 2 me. like again i doubt ms. rice was thinking this when she wrote it, and i cannot remember much abt the actual events of the book, but wanting to avoid conflict with someone who hurt you, and to i guess act like it didn’t happen because of love you have for them rings true to me

like with armand and marius, of course regardless of anne rice’s feelings, armand was abused, and he was groomed, but i don’t think those things are mutually exclusive with feelings of love, because the upsetting reality is that love can exist even in extremely unethical and unequal circumstances, and that’s what i think is compelling about it to a lot of people. like harm and love and pain do coexist and that is true of the lives of most people who have ever lived.

idk it feels like there’s little room to talk abt this in fandom - like i respect and empathise with anyone being distressed or triggered by literally anything! but the reverse is very rarely offered - like the idea that what is upsetting to you might be meaningful or even comforting to others, and that other people might get that meaning / comfort from the exact same aspects of the work that make you feel bad.

it’s even more sticky here, due to the blurriness of what parts of the work & narrative are just anne rice’s disagreeable personal views.

again armand / marius is popular and of course that is a relationship that can in no way ethically exist irl, but that’s what’s so compelling to me about so many vc relationships - they’re discomforting and unequal, shaped by power and domination, and love and desire also exist there.

the type of abuse depicted it isn't something i have personal experience with, but like i’ve had relationships and friendships with people where there was no time i wasn’t scared of them and resentful, that i didn’t also feel deep affection and love for them

idk i hope this made sense, and i don’t disagree with people talking about how strange and incongruous her writing abt abuse was!

about david, 2 things: i think the later books are written in this more serial style where a lot of conflicts are kind of swept clean at the start of the next book and points of character progression are sort of hasty or happen off-screen. like to me the thoughts about consent that lestat has in blood canticle feel less like a natural progression of his moral system and more like a soft retcon of earlier characterization, because it’s so abrupt and so different from what he’s said and done before.

also i unfortunately think david’s forgiveness of lestat is basically what it says on the tin. the idea that victims of violence are coquettishly inviting their own victimization is a theme that appears often in these books, and it does not feel to me like an exploration of how victims might think about themselves, or about how society might see them. more generally, within rice’s universe there are kind of natural losers and natural winners, weak people and strong people. i read a strong condemnation of louis for his willingness to become a vampire, for example, with the implication that david’s refusal was better, stronger, also implicitly more masculine. i feel similarly about the relationship between marius and armand: i don’t think it was intended to be read as sexually predatory, more a “corruption of innocence” type of predation, and whether it’s ethical for them to have a sexual relationship at his age is not really in question on the page.

but! i can also acknowledge that these scenes are relatable to a lot of people who have experienced abuse, whether it was intended or not. so…i don’t know.

i agree with you that i wish we could discuss these things more thoughtfully. on the other end, people sometimes act like criticism must be the product of kneejerk disgust or an irrational emotional response. like, i’m someone who has been into black metal for 10 years. i promise i’m not clutching my pearls or throwing up or fainting about any of this.

when i took my first literature class in college, the thing my professor said over and over was “what’s the effect?” like, someone would say “x symbolizes y” and he’d redirect us to the actual text and say “but what’s the EFFECT of this passage, sentence, word choice”. having to explain in very sparse and literal terms what was happening on the page instead of talking vaguely about symbolism or vibes. i still feel like it’s a really useful question to ask when looking at writing.

what’s the effect of david’s forgiveness of lestat? what’s the effect of the phrase “the great feminine longing of my mind”? what’s the effect of using the word “rape” to describe an exchange of blood?

[gregorygerwitz]

[ ID: tags that read ‘#i have so many questions about the scream AU #i just have no coherency to ask them #or want to know things that would give away the plot #like if this does get written #will the party be described? #how does the killer get unmasked? #and more questions that i cant figure out how to put into words yet’ /end ID ]

tags are from @tealmoonlight

[ scream au moodboard ]

So, here’s the thing... I’m equally as incoherent about this AU, so we’ll be fine. If you come up with anything else, just ask. I’ve already told a few people who the copycat is I just want to yell about my kids and all the trauma I’m putting them through (I swear I love them I just also love horror films! so I’m combining my loves)

If I had the time I’d be working on this right now and I wish that was more of a joke than it is

warnings: death, canon-typical violence, horror film-typical violence

Under a cut because I’m so excited about this concept and this is gonna be long thank you for asking even these I will try to make sense 💜

If this gets written, the party where the Cozy Trio were attacked would be like... the prologue, so to speak? It would be partially described, or at least the scene that Trudy, Voight, and Al find would be described. I have to start right off the bat with Mouse covered in blood and suffering and protecting two kids - for reference, he was 17, while Jay and Hailey were 15, and the attack happened at his party he held while Thelma and Gregory were at a fundraiser and therefore not home. He absolutely feels partially responsible for everything that happened that night, because if it wasn’t for him, that many people wouldn’t have been in one spot for Knox and Disco Bob to easily find, and there would have been less carnage, at least, if not none at all.

So the way they’re found - locked in a bathroom with no windows so there’s only one entrance to guard, Jay bleeding from a few knife wounds (alive but clinging to it), Hailey scared and sitting on the tile floor next to him with less serious injuries but still plenty of blood on her hands and clothes, Mouse with a dirty cop’s gun raised and ready to fire at the door while he’s shaking too much to actually pull the trigger (again, because he already shot Knox to save Jay less than an hour ago). That would be described in the prologue, as an introduction to this universe and what, exactly, readers would be getting into. Just these absolutely terrified kids who survived something horrible and have to somehow move forward from that. The rest of the party and that attack might be described in flashbacks, later? Like when the copycat starts killing and the similarities are obvious to the Cozy Trio and the people who worked the original case? Things that would tie back a little bit more organically than just dropping all of it at the beginning.

The original killers get unmasked kind of anticlimactically? There’s not a lot of mystery in the original case, in a way. Knox is a college kid who crashed the party and no one there actually knew very well. At most he helped them get alcohol, but it’s the Gerwitz house so there was probably more just whatever they had laying around - wine, fancy expensive beer, top shelf liquors, stuff like that. And then Bob conveniently shows up shortly after the first kill, in uniform, claiming that a neighbor complained about the noise. They’re both people who are not supposed to be there, people who stand out in the small crowd of the party, so when the attacks continue throughout the night, there’s a moment of “wait, where are those guys we don’t know???” that kind of gives them away.

The copycat killings and attacks are the mystery, and therefore the focus of the fic, if it ends up happening. There are four attacks made by the copycat that lead up to their reveal:

an attack on a teen Halloween party, which alerts the team to what’s happening and sets them on the case and sets up the three red herrings

an attack on Jay, which clears [red herring 2] of suspicion

an attack on Mouse, which clears [red herring 1] and [red herring 3]

an attack on Hailey, where the real copycat(s) is/are revealed and taken down

This is like... over planned. Maybe I’ll write it for Halloween this year or something 😅 we’ll see. But until then I will happily babble about it and go on and on about all my plans (with the red herrings and copycat(s) redacted most likely) so as soon as you have more coherent questions, or if anyone has any questions (coherent or otherwise), absolutely feel free to send them!

[cloudcountry]

Azul can’t deny the monetary rizz 😩👌

AND YESS RAMSHACKLE GANG AS GHOST HUNTERS WOULD BE GOLD 👌 It just made me think of a bunch of Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural quotes and,, I did a little thing 🧍

Deuce: Maybe the real treasure was the friends we made along the way?

Ace/Grim: No, I want my f*cking gold.

Ace: Am I in hell? Loop!Reader/Yuu: No, Ace. If you were, you’d be on a throne and the devil would be packing.

The gang: *hiding from a ghost*

Deuce: Don’t say a word!

Ace: …Fergalicious.

Deuce: Ace! What did I just say?

Ace: Oh, I see. So two weeks ago, when we all played Scrabble, it wasn’t a word, but now it is? How convenient for you.

Grim: Don’t worry henchman, everyone is afraid of something.

Loop!Reader/Yuu: Even you?

Grim: No.

Ace: Hey there, demons. It’s me, ya boy.

Deuce: I think I’m blacking out right now.

Loop!Reader/Yuu: F*ck you, Goatman!

Ace: Goatman, I’m dancing on your bridge - it’s my bridge now! You hear that?

Loop!Reader/Yuu: Look at the way he dances on it! He disrespects your bridge, Goatman!

Ace: You want me off this bridge, you’re gonna have to kill me! You’re going to have to throw me off this bridge yourself!

Deuce: *freaking out in the back* Oh my god-

Ace: They’re gonna put my name in graffiti. Children will come and tell tales of me!

Loop!Reader/Yuu: Hey, you demon f*ck!

Deuce: 🧍

Also, while I’m here!! I was going through the notes I made for my TWST fics a little while ago, and I came across random notes I made for myself when I was up at 3 AM and very tired. Most make sense, but there are some that make me go “Huh? 🧍‍♂️” Like, for example:

‘Jade was the mushroom now.’

Hey, me from a month ago? What does this mean??

I hope you don’t mind me sharing some of those random notes!! They’re all separate from one another and they have,, no context-

~~~

“Holy woah,” Idia said to himself, “I just talked to a girl!” (He didn’t actually talk. He didn’t offer up a single word throughout the entire conversation.)

Jamil: Lilia, this crab is so undercooked, I can still practically hear it singing!

“Jade? Jade, I’m gonna fall. Jade. Jade, I’m falling. Jade. JADE–”

“(Name), you’ve barely moved.”

Azul took out his phone and (Name) had to hold back a laugh. Of course his phone case was a wallet.

Loop!Reader and Idia: *talking about video game characters*

Loop!Reader: Okay, but Idia… What if he was my babygirl, though?

Idia: (Name), he literally did war crimes.

Loop!Reader: To be a babygirl, you need to commit atrocities sometimes.

And for his next trick, Floyd became bedazzled.

Now, (Name) had no fears.

“Swordfishy!”

Well, one fear.

(Name) turned around to see Floyd sprinting at her on all fours. Naturally, she screamed at the top of her lungs.

And now, possibly my most favourite note:

“(Name) accidentally rizzes up Octavinelle students via kazoo”

Like?? What does this mean? How does this even happen?? I guess me from a month or so ago will be the only one who knows 💀

Jackdaw Anon 🐦

deuce embodying ryan is the realest thing ive ever read ^^; ace would totally be shane except he would be such a ryan the SECOND they find something that even REMOTELY resembles a ghost. hes a scaredy cat at heart. but the "no man yorue scared!! im not SCARED!!!" type...hes annoying (SIGH)

NO BC I MADE NOTES LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME A YEAR AGO???? IT WAS KINDA FUN TO RATTLING OFF IDEAS TO MY BEDROOM WALLS SAHDGJHSAGD and what does that mean....,.,,. im sure hes happy about it yk!!! being a mushroom and all

IDIA CANT TALK TO WOMEN THATS CANON. he cant talk to anyone actually but yk.

VIA KAZOO............THE WAY YOU PHRASED THAT MADE ME SNORT AJSFDHAGSDH no i get that.,.,. my notes are incoherent and sometimes i just dont remember what they mean oopsies

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What Technological Level is the Boiling Isles?

This is a theoretically more benign complaint but it’s also indicative of a larger issue that the Isles is just a... boring, incoherent setting? And one of those things is how it looks commonly like it’s Victorian or classic medieval fantasy, from some of how people dress, how they fight, the buildings, etc. like that... And then they have social media, phones and smart televisions that can also be used as phones? They have modern news reporting to the point where Luz gets news about Eda’s execution from a bunch of people looking at screens in a storefront which is a modern cliche that is done without any attempt to add flavor or the like to it. Even the enemies Luz faces suffer from this because instead of magically fueled golems or the like... The abomatons are just depicted as robots, complete with wireless, joystick remote controls that don’t require magic from the user. And no, don’t get me started on Kikimora’s mech suit being one of the most dangerous things in the show, complete with a fucking jetpack. And the larger problem with this isn’t that it’s incoherent. It is, don’t get me wrong, and it serves NO PURPOSE. Half the time it doesn’t even serve the purpose of being a joke or the like. They just include technology or parodies of technology... Because why not? And that creates a problem for say S3 where a traditional alarm clock is shown to Amity and Willow. If we actually think about what Vee was saying, this interaction makes no sense in general but if we just take into account this is meant to be something the two don’t know... Why? Abomatons have regular ass siren alarms put into them that Amity has dealt with. They have clocks and alarms. They have EVERYTHING. So when Vee pulls out a clock to go “Hey, this keeps track of time and displays it on the front and unlike the Isles, when you click this, it makes this sound,” they shouldn’t even pause. Why would they? It’s just a fucking clock. THEY HAVE THOSE. And having magic entirely replace every little technology we have, replace so many of the obvious things that most fantasy settings wouldn’t have because... THEY’RE FUCKING FANTASY... It causes the Isles to feel less special. It doesn’t feel different from our world to have teenagers popping onto social media, or watching television or any of that stuff. It’s just the fucking same and what does the technology add to the show? Most of the time nothing. It’s just incoherent if it’s even remembered until the Abomatons put it in your face that the Isles is capable of some SHIT. It’s frustrating and it’s only part of the problems with the Isles as a setting in general, but it is of a kind to the problem that faces the Isles as a setting.