#asking the important questions frfr

[untrustynickel]

if balloon is the balloonie does that make nickel the looney? he DID abandon the sinkers for a day of cartoon slapstick-

[moonsglare]

BAD ROMANCE || acheron x reader [NSFT][MDNI]

I WANT YOUR LOVE AND ALL YOUR LOVER'S REVENGE, YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A BAD ROMANCE !

cw. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, snuff (but not permanently), graphic descriptions of violence, gore, violent sex, masochism on part of reader, reader is honestly just fucking crazy, no lube, creampie

notes. hyv was insane for that animated short frfr also the song for this fic is obviously bad romance but the cover by halestorm specifically. check it out, it slaps !!

VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE, PLEASE READ !! ↳ This work contains dark content, to the point where I must tag this as DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. I cannot stress this enough. ↳ There will be graphic depictions of gore and violence, and violence during sex. Please check and heed the content warnings. ↳ You are responsible for the content you consume.

Acheron first encounters you on a desolate planet bereft of life. You stand alone amidst withered trees and lifeless stumps, your feet bare upon grey, scorched earth. You don't react when the embers land upon your skin. Your gaze is cast to the melancholy sky as you hum to yourself, rocking back and forth on your heels. You don't even turn to her when you speak.

"We finally meet, oh harbinger of death," you hum, your tone light and airy, unbefitting this dead space. "I've been waiting for a while."

Acheron blinks, slowly, taking you in. There's something about you that's distinctly... similar, in a way. You are more than you seem. Something blessed—or perhaps, cursed—by a higher being.

"You know me?" she asks, taking a step towards you, and you finally turn to face her. Your eyes give her pause—fathomlessly deep and dark. Your sclera are pitch black, and your irises the colour of blood. An enigmatic smile stretches across your features as she stares.

"Of course," you say. "How could I not, when the voices of those you have slaughtered cry out so desperately for salvation?"

Acheron's eyes narrow. "What are you?"

Her question pulls a giggle from you. What are you, not who are you. She has a suspicion already, but she wants to hear it from you, first. You reach out towards her, caressing her pale cheek with your hand—were this any other situation, Acheron might even consider it lovely, free from scars or blemishes.

"The same as you," you whisper, your eyes half-lidded in a way that has Acheron's grip curling around the hilt of her sword. "My fellow Emanator."

Her hand shoots out to grip your wrist, pulling your hand away from her face. She squeezes, muscles in her arm flexing, and she swears she hears your bones creak. But you remain unfazed, smiling almost dreamily at her.

"Are you here to stop me?" she growls. Just a little more pressure, and she'd snap your pretty wrist like a twig.

"No," you say simply. "I care not for your mission."

"Then why have you sought me out?"

You hum, and with your free hand, trail a finger down her chest. The arm caught in Acheron's grip is starting to bruise. "Because there is something I want from you."

"And what might that be?"

You beam at her, and lean in, close enough to brush your lips against hers. It makes Acheron jolt, and distantly she can hear your wrist shatter, but the intensity of you so close demands all her attention. You speak your desire against her lips like a kiss.

"Death."

After that incident, you follow her around, much like a lost cat. Your mangled wrist righted itself within seconds, and Acheron pieced together whose Emanator you are.

Yaoshi, the Abundance.

She has heard about the favored of the Abundance, but has never encountered one—until you, of course. As she braces herself over you, your hands pinned to the floor of a dead duke's mansion, she wonders if your other Emanators are as odd as you are. Or as hungry for death.

She doesn't remember how many times she's killed you by now. How many times she's unsheathed that blade of hers and carved it through your soft flesh until all that remains of you are mangled pieces on the ground. But she does remember sitting by your side, or what's left of it, and watching as your flesh knits back together, cells multiplying and dividing and sowing sinew and muscle until you finally come back from whatever end you experienced ever so briefly, your chest jerking up as it floods with air. And despite herself, she's starting to enjoy it. Such a pretty little plaything you make, one she hasn't been able to break no matter how much she's tried.

You always look for her first when you return. And you always ask her for more.

Like now, as she has you flat on the floor, and you look up at her with the hungriest eyes she's ever seen. You had watched, delighted, as she ripped and tore apart that infernal duke, giggling all the while as his 'children' scattered to the winds. And once she was done you had pounced on her, wild and almost feral, throwing your arms around her neck and whispering into her ear, "me next."

She won't remember doing this, but right now it's difficult to think beyond the drumbeat of her pulse in her ears. She can hear yours, too. It's so fucking loud. She wonders what your heart looks like, pulsing away in your chest. She wonders what it'll do when she rips it from your ribcage and holds it in her hand.

She crashes her lips against yours like she wants to devour you. You groan into the kiss, if that's even what it can be called. Acheron's teeth scrape your lower lip then bite, drawing blood, and the taste of your blood on her tongue makes a shiver course down her spine. Your blood has a unique taste—metallic, certainly, but with a hint of sweetness kind of like peaches. She fucking loves it. You wrap your legs around her waist and grind up into her pelvis, against the growing bulge there. Acheron growls, manhandling your wrists above your head to grip them with one hand so the other can hold your hips still.

She trails her kisses lower, down your jaw and to your neck. She drags the edges of her canines against your jugular and you shiver in anticipation. She can feel your pulse against her lips, against her tongue, thump-thump-thump, and she resists the urge to sink her teeth into the artery and let the crimson liquid spill into her mouth. Instead she keeps going, lower and lower, until she reaches the collar of your clothing.

With one swift movement she tears the fabric apart, and it falls into tattered pieces around you. You jerk as the warmth of the surroundings settles on your bare skin, though Acheron offers you no reprieve. She scratches her free hand down the side of your ribs, drawing red lines as she goes. Her lips descend on your nipples, already stiff as she licks and sucks one before moving to the next. Everywhere her lips touch, dark marks bloom like brutal flowers on your skin.

You whine out her name softly, arching your back, and Acheron looks up the length of your body with electric, half-lidded eyes. Your expression is twisted into one of pure pleasure—the pain had always been something you loved, something you craved. And Acheron is all too eager to give it to you.

She moves back up, and uses her free hand to undo the buckles of her shorts. They’re almost constrictingly tight now, and she fumbles with the zipper until it comes loose and her aching cock springs free. She hears you make a pretty, breathy noise, and sneers down at you. Her hand slips down your body to your core, and her cock twitches when she finds that you’re fucking dripping.

“Getting off being used like this?” she hisses, dragging her finger through your drenched folds. “Dirty girl.”

“Please,” you moan, canting your hips into her touch. Acheron withdraws her fingers at that, then slaps your still-clothed pussy. You jolt and whine in surprise, those unnatural eyes of yours widening. “Wh—“

“I’ll do what I want to you,” she snarls, gripping your calves and manhandling your thighs open. She pulls you forward until her cock brushes along the soaked fabric of your panties. Her tip catches on your clit and you moan despite the dulled sensation. Then, her fingers hook into your underwear and tug them to the side, exposing your pretty pussy to her.

“So shut up and just take it,” she growls, before shoving her entire length into you with one smooth thrust.

You scream in both pain and pleasure as Acheron splits you open on her thick cock. She has both her hands beneath your knees, holding your legs wide open as she ruts into your clenching cunt, hardly giving you time to adjust. She’s vicious with it, each snap of her hips making the sound of flesh against flesh ring throughout the abandoned mansion alongside your shrill cries of ecstasy. Your fingers claw at the floor until they bleed, drawing red lines on the black marble.

Acheron grunts as she feels your pussy squeeze her—even here, balls-deep in your tight pussy she can feel your incessant heartbeat pulsing away. She feels like she can drown in it, in that rhythmic pitter-patter of your heart as it races like some sort of prey animal.

Yes, that’s what this all feels like—a hunt. She as the wolf, you as the rabbit. She the hunter, you the hunted.

It’s a god damn fucking frenzy. Lust and bloodlust fog her mind. Her hair is turning white. She fucks you into the floor, shifting her position so that gravity helps with each thrust she makes. She practically folds your lower half in ways that would snap a regular human, but only serves to deliriously excite you. Aeons, you’re fucking crazy, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel it too.

But the end of the hunt approaches. She feels you tightening around her, and you scream out her name with each downward drive of her hips. Your heartbeat thunders in her ears now, and she matches her thrusts with each beat, sending slick flying from your gushing cunt and her own leaking cock. She leans up, nosing beneath your jaw, right where your pulse thrums.

But here’s a thing about hunts—there’s only one way they end. So her teeth sink into your neck, the taste of iron and peaches spills onto her tongue, and the world goes white as she reaches her peak.

She’s always never felt more alive than during the moment of the kill.

When she comes to again, she’s kneeling on the floor and there’s blood on her lips and chin, spilling down her neck and onto her chest. She clicks her tongue and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. Beyond that, her clothes are in fine condition, as if nothing ever happened. And maybe she might have believed so, were it not for one thing:

It’s quiet.

That pounding drumbeat is gone, replaced by calm silence. And that’s when she remembers—you’re still here. She looks down, and there you lie, motionless in a pool of crimson liquid, the flesh of your neck torn asunder, exposing the white of your bones and the attaching tendons and sinew.

Your face is frozen in an expression of bliss, eyes half-lidded and lips curled into a half-smile. Idly, Acheron thinks it’s a rather pretty look on you.

(You come back a few minutes later, chest heaving and eyes shooting open. The scarlet halo of blood surrounding your head on the floor makes you look like a bleeding saint.

And then you smile at her, sickly sweet, and your heart starts up again, slowly restarting the cycle once more.

Acheron can’t fucking wait.)

[dollyhao]

loser!ellie x bully!reader

summary: ellie upsets reader and takes her punishment like a champ.

cw: cowgirl, bondage

"els take me to the mall tomorrow?" you say not even looking up from your phone, scrolling through insta. its suppose to sound like a question because ellies trying to teach you that you cant be demanding with everything you say. you ignored her when she first said that to you but you took it into consideration, not doing it so often anymore.

ellie is sitting at the bottom of her bed reading a comic book and rubbing your feet thats in her lap. "uh um, actually i cant. i have.. a test, yup a test to study for." you glance up at her with a quirked brow, her face is red and flushed but she always looks that around you so you shrug. "fine" you say rolling your eyes snatching your foot out her hand.

your not upset frfr, you know how important grades are to ellie, which is why shes always so insistent on trying to help you study.

"im staying here tonight." you say taking your pants off leaving you in a shirt and underwear, crawling under her blanket. ellie hums in approval, and joins you spooning you as you both slept.

the next day, you decided to go to the mall with a friend since ellie was busy. yall stopped at a wing place close to campus and see ellie sitting inside with those other losers, dina and jesse. ellie has never blatantly lied to you like this.

you walk over to her fuming. yea, you know the last time she tried to miss plans with you to hang out with friends you said you would block her, but you threaten to block her all the time and never do.

her back is to you when you hit her with your purse, "wtf-" ellie says turning around looking angry and confuse. her face drops when she sees you obviously upset, she looks super guilty. "your such a bitch ellie. dont fucking talking to me." you turn and leave hearing ellie stumbling and asking you to wait behind you.

you get in your friends car arms crossed frowning, "take me home." "no food?" "i lost my appetite." your friend puts the car in reverse just as ellie comes out the restaurant and yall drive off.

your in your dorm when you hear rapid knocks at your door. you get up to open the door already knowing its ellie. "what" "please let me explain" she says hands clasped together with a pleading look on her face. "i dont wanna hear it williams." you say walking away from the open door.

ellie comes in closing the door behind you, getting on her knees in front of you. "please please forgive me. im so so sorry for lying. w-what can i do so you'll forgive me? ill do anything."

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

"this isn't fair!" ellie says tears in her eyes. "you said you'd do anything." you say out of breath. your bouncing on her dick with her laying back on your bed hands tied above her head with a pair of your stockings. you refuse to let her touch you or fuck you, basically using her as your own little toy.

"please let me fuck you, i-i can make you feel so so good!" "nope." you say putting two fingers in her mouth so she would be quiet.

you throw your head back leaning over ellie tits all in her face as you keep riding. "fuck ellie." you say taking your spit covered fingers out ellie's mouth rubbing your clit with them.

ellie lets you use her because she feels so so bad for lying to you, she lays still even though it feels like torture. you moan out biting you bottom lip looking down at ellie who looks high, drool dripping out the corner of her mouth.

" ’m close els…" "please cum for me baby." ellie says before catching one of your enticing nipples in her mouth. you fully impale yourself on her dick creaming all over her. you smile down at her rising off her walking over to the bathroom leaving her tied up.

"please tell me you forgive me?"

[obzessed]

HP characters : powerpoint presentation headcanon

This is so random but here is how I imagine marauders' era characters doing a powerpoint presentation

The Marauders

Do over the top presentations, (down to using costumes, yes) would make the wildest powerpoint (too many colors because they can’t agree on anything)

They make it really fun and entertaining tho

use the airplane (flying broom ??) transition, except the airplane is on fire for some reason

indian drama level of presentation

Will Not stop giggling and interrupting each other

Jocks in middle school vibe, but they’re actually really smart

here to clown and have a laugh

generally get a high grade but get points deducted for clarity and taking too damn long

Severus Snape (+bonus Lily Evans)

In a solo presentation, Severus would make perfect, pristine presentation

King of bullet points

University standards powerpoints

only uses peer reviewed articles

always criticizes said peer reviewed articles

Never uses notes, but doesn't look the audience in the eyes ever

Doesn't look at the audience period

He's not shy, he doesn't even do it consciously

Extremely complicated subjects, Will Not Dumb It Down For You

If anyone has a question, will look at them as if they’re the biggest idiot in the room

The type to explain by simply reformulating what he just said

If they still don’t understand either sighs dramatically and moves on, or sighs dramatically and start drawing on the board, speaking veeeryyyyy slowly, you let me know where I lost you idiot fellow classmate

Actually explains really well when he puts in some effort, has this clean cut way of decomposing each problem and detailing each point, then tying it all back together that makes it really easy to follow

writing on the board and drawing legitimately helps him lay out his thought process

the condescension is just a plus

Type of presentation that is objectively very good and interesting and well thought out but like. no one cares. bring back the airplane transitions.

For a few people sufficiently advanced and interested and who actually understand what he’s talking about, (and who are not rebuked by his style and general attitude), it’s a v good presentation

Positive : Always adds something new and generally brings really pertinent arguments, genuinely passionate about what he’s talking about

Teachers pick up on his fast out of the box thinking and surprising creativity

his powerpoint design is a little depresso, no colors except to highlight important words

very minimalist and to the point

Regulus argues every point of his presentation

Academic rivals to lovers frfr

Gets point deducted for his attitude and his “lack of enthusiasm”

NOW Severus + Lily = best of both worlds, get an O everytime

Lily always insists on using canva (their pwp designs are so cute)

overall they balance each other really well

I feel like Lily would get a little giggly if she fumbles

The marauders would def shout “boring” and giggle like middleschoolers at the back of the class during Snape's presentation

Snape's ability to remain unfazed in the face of bs stems from there

God help them all if they get paired up for a presentation

Marauders + Severus

Snape would have to settle for at least one airplane transition

It would become a war of adding and deleting each other's progress on the pwp design

they split it in two but they try to gain terrain on the other's part like in Clash of Clan

They are at WAR

“I am a commander in battle and your slides are but a village on a map” James Potter

“Fuck you” Severus Snape

“Go jump off an airplane if you like them so much”

Somehow the presentation is even more chaotic than the previous one

passive aggressively asks the other to click on the next slide

always takes the other's question just as they're about to speak

If Snape sees a single one of them look at their notes for too long it's on sight (RIP Pettigrew)

Bc Fuck if he's gonna lose points over this

best or worst grade

lots of brain cells

Teacher tried to make the braincells hold hands but the brain cells are Enemies

[redskull199987]

MIKE SCHMIDT!!?!?!?!

FNAF MOVIE ATE SO HARD okay but what about Mike Schmidt (aka Josh my childhood crush frfr) x eeader who was his childhood friend and despite her being obviously in love with him he never realized because of Geretts death his job problems and Abby so he always took everything for a "friendly gesture" (even though Abby told him multiple times and the overfriendliness duh) and one day after that one girl (the babysitter girl, something with M, forgot her name) didn't come he finally called her to babysit Abby which made her mad happy, and when she arrives before he leaves they maybe have a small romantic interaction which gets (sadly) interrupted by Abby by accident so he awkwardly leaves after that to work? This would be kind of a cliff hanger but I have this perfectly pictured in mind and I need someone to write this down, so please 🤞🏻 Thanks a lot, love you!!!

Waiting for Her

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader Request

Word Count:1.8k

Warnings:nothing basically, maybe a bit of anxiety on the readers side, but apart from that, it’s fluff, Movie spoilers obviously

Summary:You hadn’t seen your childhood friend Mike in years. And you certainly didn’t expect to see him anytime soon again. But what you didn’t plan on was him calling you to ask if you could babysit his little sister. And how could you say no to the man who was your first ever crush…

Masterlist

You didn’t plan on going out again today. Strictly speaking, you were actually about to go to sleep, since you had a long day at work and all you wanted to do was to fall into the comfort of your bed.

But right, as you entered your bedroom to get ready for the night, you heard your phone ringing from the hallway. Your brows furrowed in confusion, as you didn’t know who in the world would be calling at such ungodly hours.

You glanced at the clock on your wall once more, it was already 11pm, before you made your way towards your phone. Your suspicions only rose, as you didn’t recognize the number. But against all odds, you decided to answer.

“Hello?”, you asked gingerly, your voice slightly shaking.

Your Paranoia quickly dissolved into nothingness, as the Person on the other Side of the Line quickly answered:”Y/N? This is Mike, Mike Schmidt.”

“Mike?”, You wondered,”As much as I enjoy hearing from you again, why are you calling me in the middle of the Night?”

“If it were possible? My usual Babysitter didn’t show up and I can’t leave Abby alone.”, he tried to explain.

“Uh, this is kinda out of nowhere, but I was wondering if you could babysit my little sister?”, he asked, the slight Embarrassment in his voice painfully obvious.

To say that you were taken aback by his question would’ve been an understatement:”Like right now?”

Your mind was reassembling a hurricane for a minute, as your thoughts were racing towards every possible answer that You could give him. Were you tired and wanted to sleep? Of course, you were. But you also wanted to help out Mike, he was your childhood best friend after all. Even if you didn’t see each other in quite a while. After his little Brother died, he distanced himself from you more and more. You didn’t judge him, he was mourning after all, but you couldn’t deny the pang in your heart every time you thought back to him.

“So?”, Mike inquired after you didn’t answer,”Do you think it would be possible?”

You didn’t give yourself enough time to think it over once more. It seemed like you answered on autopilot:”Ehm, sure. Just tell me your address and I’ll come over.”

Mike quickly thanked you and gave you his address, you scribbled it down on a small Post-it-Note, before hanging up. You could only stare at your phone in silence. What the hell did you just agree on? Were you truly ready to see Mike again? What would he think if he saw you? Surely, you had changed quite a bit since you last saw him. And even more important, how did he look now? What was going on in his life? 

Since you were to babysit his little Sister, you thought that he was probably taking care of her. Where were his Parents? Did they die? Was Mike really raising his little sister on his own? Or did he have someone? A Partner potentially?

Your eyes widened. What if he did have a Partner? Not that it was any of your business, but you didn’t forget how much of a Crush you had on him back then. But he was your best friend, so you didn’t say anything.

And then you grew apart.

You quickly shook your head, trying not to overthink it too much. You looked back at your phone and realized in horror, that You had been standing there in the Hallway for ten minutes, just staring to the ground.

“Oh Shit!”, You mumbled to yourself and quickly jogged back to your room to throw on a pair of Jeans and grab your jacket. With your keys in one hand and your Phone in the other, You made your way out of your Apartment and towards your car. You took one last deep breath in and looked back to your Home, before finally starting the car and driving to the Address, Mike had given you.

With your hands slightly shaking, You knocked on the Door of an inconspicuous Apartment. You could see Lights coming from the inside and a Car was parked in Front, so You knew someone was Home. You just hoped that it was the right address and that you didn’t accidentally scare some People by randomly knocking on their Door.

But as the Door swiftly opened, you presumed that your assumptions were unnecessary. In front of you, stood a tall young Man with curly Brown hair. He was wearing a Security west over his Hoodie, it even had a small Badge pinned to it. He may have looked different, but Eyes were the same. You were sure that you would recognize his Eyes in every other Universe. And it were exactly those eyes that were staring at you in disbelief right now.

“Mike?”, You finally said, a smile now lacing your lips. All Anxiety aside, you were just happy to see him again. The Boy you had seen everyday when You were a kid had now grown into a man. And a pretty handsome one on top of that.

“Y-Yeah, it’s me.”, Mike mumbled, running a hand through his hair,”You…You look really pretty.”

You felt heat rising to your cheeks and you quickly looked to the ground, the smile on your face only growing bigger.

“I missed you.”, You finally said,”Mind if I ask for a Hug?”

Mike only shook his head, already stepping closer to you, slinging his arms around your waist. As his warmth engulfed you, you realized once more how much you had missed him, so You made sure to give him an extra-large squeeze before the two of you parted.

Mike only looked at you, with what you thought was adoration, in his eyes, before he asked you inside.

“So, what have you been up to?, You asked, as you carefully glanced around his apartment. It wasn’t particularly big, but it looked cozy. You spotted a TV in front of a Sofa in the living room and directly following it was the small kitchen with a round table in the middle. You presumed that the hallway led to the bathroom and Abby’s and Mike’s Bedrooms.

“Oh you know, this and that. Mainly looking after my sister.”, Mike finally answered your question, as he grabbed his car keys from the living room and came back to you,”What about you?”

“Nothing too interesting.”, You smiled politely,”I work in a boring office and live in a boring Apartment and go to the same boring Mall now and then.”

“No Partner or something like that?”, Mike asked with furrowed Brows and you saw the regret on his face, as he realized that his question may have been a bit too straight forward.

But You only chuckled, trying to lighten the Mood:”No, I don’t have a Partner. Why?”

“Oh you k-know..”, he mumbled, looking to the Ground,”I thought, someone as pretty as you would have a Partner.”

You were quite sure that you must have looked dumbfounded as hell, but neither Mike nor you got any chance to say anything, as you saw a small Girl running down the Hallway, towards the two of You.

“Mike! I wanna come with You”, She quietly whined and grabbed his arm. Mike only gave you an apologetic look, before leaning down to her height:”Abby, we talked about this. You know, it’s too dangerous for you to come.”

Abby only pouted in response and now, her gaze finally fell onto you. Her big brown eyes inspected you from top to bottom:”Is that the Girl you always talk about?”

Now it was Mike’s turn to blush, as he swiftly rose to his feet again:”This is Y/N. She will look after you tonight. We were friends when we were about your age.”

“Oh, I feel honored.”, You chuckled,”Tell me, what do you wanna do tonight?”

You gave the small girl a warm smile, before also leaning down to her height, just as Mike had done it mere seconds ago.

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Abby”, You said and held your hand out for her to take it. She looked at it for a second, before gently grabbing and shaking it:”I like you.”

“Mike only lets me stay up until 12”, Abby pouted and glared at her older Brother.

You looked back and forth between them for a second. She really was a lot like her brother, you noted.

“I tell you something, come here.”, You motioned for her to step closer and as she did, You mumbled something into her ear, so that Mike couldn't hear it,”I’ll let you stay up as long as you like and I won’t tell Mike. It’ll be our little secret, okay?”

The Girl practically beamed at you and nodded eagerly, before taking off towards her room again. With a chuckle, you got back to your feet to accompany Mike to the door.

“Thanks again.”, Mike mumbled, opening the Door,”I’ll pay you as soon as I get my salary, I promise.”

“There’s no need for that, Mike”, You chuckled patting his shoulder. The Boy looked at You like You were his Lord and Saviour:”How can I repay you?”

“See you tomorrow then.”, you beamed and waved your hand at him, as he made his way towards his car. You looked after him for a minute, before you heard Abby calling out for you.

“You could…yk, Go out with me some time.”,You proposed shyly, looking to the Ground.

But much to your Favour, Mike gave you a smile and a nod:”I’d love to.”

You concluded that it was the right decision to answer Mike’s Call.

Bonus:

After a long and dreadful Night at the Pizza Plex, Mike finally arrived back home. He was ready to just fall into his bed and sleep through the entire day.

And as he stepped closer, he felt his heartbeat slightly pick up. There you were, huddled up on the Couch, but what he didn’t expect was that Abby was laying next to you. Or rather, on top of you. The two of You cuddled up together under the blanket, like a bunch of cats.

But his plans changed, as he stepped into the apartment. He was about to call out for you, when he spotted someone laying on the Couch in the Living Room.

A small smile made its way onto his face and he quickly stepped forward to adjust the blanket on the two of you, before quietly making his way towards his room. Mike decided that it was a good idea to call You up and ask for help.

[zyxoxox]

the brother diluc angfs kaeya obsessed anon again THANK U FOR WRITING ITTTTTT.

Anyways sorry to disappoint ya but I only thought of this...

Reader is the youngest child of the ragnvindr family, but since we don't know abt diluc mother, I speculated that she died giving birth to reader. Crepus heartbroken from his wife's death wants to break down but bcs we know that he's a mature gentle man he nevertheless raises the child as his own son/daughter (I usually use fem reader in ur fics cuz I think it would be kinda funny dynamic of a girl being raised by brothers and being a total Nutcracker LMAOOO) anyways reader is born 1 year after kaeya comes to the house cause I envisioned them seeing the fight between kaeya and iluc at a young age (for angst😈😈😈😈) to atleast remember bits and bytes so yeah. Anyways reader doesn't remember much about their father and always saw diluc as one since he is prob almost a decade older than them lmao. Anddd yeah that's about the whole scenario also since diluc lives far from the city reader mainly grew up along with only their brother as their playfriend.

Also reader gets an anemo vision! Sick right? They cn be paired with diluc and kaeya in a team lmao

Okay I will stop yapping cuz I have a religion exam tmrw and I didn't study anything🙏🙏also sorry it's not interesting 😭😭😭

-diluc Lil sister anon

GLAD TO BE OF SERVICE! here’s the ragbros x sibling!reader in question if anyone wants to read~

ok let’s look at this in detail bc you bet i was thinking about it!!

firstly- both diluc and kaeya are such girl dads. a little sister makes SO much sense for them, i love the thought of her being the princess of the winery who wreaks just as much havoc as the boys, but gets away with it easier.

girl dad crepus!! GIRL DAD CREPUS!! have you seen the way this man spoils diluc and kaeya?? he would go INSANE with a daughter fr. man would import goodies from all seven nations for her frfr. jade bangles from liyue! toys from schneznaya! books from sumeru! but also without his wife he’d be so helpless at times 😭 adeline came in CLUTCH

now let’s do some age math!! i always kind of assumed kaeya was taken in when diluc was around 7-8. but, if reader only remembers bits and pieces of the Fight, then they were probably 7-8 when it happened so diluc would be a decade older for sure. this means kaeya was taken in when diluc was 9, so he was probably 10-11!

ik kaeya is the younger of the two, but i personally feel like hierarchy-wise he’s the second son since he came after diluc, but biological age-wise he’s a couple years older. i might make a post elaborating on that some other time!

if reader came in one year after kaeya was taken in, this comes with more angst… because then… kaeya loses his only mother figure as well :’)

just imagine, this little ten-year-old boy is told by is “father” to be a spy, and it was his duty. but when he arrives at mondstadt, he’s treated with love and kindness, as though he truly was a part of this family. everything he associated with family would be turned upside down- and just as he was getting used to this new dynamic, his mother dies.

i think he would hate reader at first. he’s still a kid, and in his head it was because of reader their mother was now gone. the four of them would’ve been just fine without them! but of course, over time reader would grow on him, and the three siblings would be inseparable.

i’ve got a very similar ask in my inbox right now about reader in the middle of a big time ragbros fight. makes me wonder how they��d react to being present for the day of diluc’s 18th birthday- it would be so scary and confusing for a kid that young. i wanna elaborate on that separately!

post-diluc’s return to the city, i think kaeya would take reader to the city every now and then even if they lived at the winery. assuming they’re the same age as barbara, bennett and fischl, it would be so cute if all of them were a little friend group! it’s also interesting that even though diluc wants reader to have nothing to do with the knights of favonius, they end up involved anyway.

nonnie this is such lovely food for thought!! i’m glad you like my little au enough to want to expand upon it hehe

[evermorethecrow]

are any of your chuuyas trans? (sorry if this is a weird question, i saw you were asking for some au asks)

FUCK YEAH!

This guy here

this guy

he

gorbo over here

and this guy

I also have a fuck ton of guys with various trans allegorys

Vampire chuuya (^ this guy) being the biggest one, was born into a family with super female features (all the women in his family have red hair) and was raised pretty much as a girl (then he gets married and now his life goal is to kill his whole bloodline but thats not important)

others would be these two (cryptid au chuuya and highschool au)

I wont say much on it as to not spoil their backstories but its a big thing with 'Looking like a girl again'

as someone who falls under the trans umbrella myself its very important to me to (push all my issues onto chuuya so he deals with them) make my silly guy be just like me frfr so i do stuff whenever possible

Thanks anon!!

[mushythefroggie]

Fem!Teen Reader X Armed Detective Agency

The Traveling Cat Chronicles, Prolouge

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TW: Blood, Abuse, stuff that I don't know, reader is a child/teenager, not aesthetically decorated(sorry hick hick), other stuff probably(tell me if I missed something), shorter than chuuya

A/N: First story....hahahhahahahahaha.....HELP WHY DID I WRITE THIS...I was sick while writing this, spare me from the corrections...I actually have no idea how to organize this, but wish me luck frfr!!, i spent 5 minutes telling myself to just post this.....

  You were dying inside. Truely. It all started at Thanksgiving dinner.

Your little cousin had been curious about special abilities. And, while there was no problem about talking about this, the question had been directed at you. All of your family looked at you.

All. Of. Them.

You had never really liked your family. But, as a 13-year-old girl, what did you know? You were never valued. They would all hold back on important topics that needed to be discussed when you were around. They thought that since you were “So Young,” you had to have your innocence kept, like a prisoner inside a cage.

But, the truth was, you really understood more about these topics than they did. They thought that a child such as yourself was so innocent? Yeah, that was far from the truth. You’d seen, heard, and smelt things in your life that they would probably be unable to handle and run away at at a single glance.

And somehow, despite them acting like your innocence needed to be caged, you were abused. A lot. If you said something they didn’t like? You were beat up until you were begging for mercy. You were busy with something when they asked you to do another? You were beat until you passed out. You wanted to run. Really, truely. You wanted to run away, but you couldn’t. You could disappear for hours at a time, but you couldn't just run away from home. You would be found and beaten to death if you did, you were sure of it.

But still, as those eyes were turned to you, you were given a chance. A chance to show to them that you knew more than they allowed you to talk about. And well, you were interrupted. By your uncle. 

You just sighed, picking at your mashed potatoes as his booming voice, similar to loudspeaker, let out the annoying sounds of ignorance to the topic at hand. “Hah, well!” Your uncle snickered. “Abilities are special powers that certain people can use.” Your uncle said, then leaned back on his chair again.

That was all he knew, really? While it was, in fact, what they were, he could’ve told her about the different types of abilities, about the people who use them, about how some people can’t control them, maybe about how it’s so unfair if you had a naturally dangerous ability…? 

No, he didn’t know about it, but you did. And you spoke up. “Yes,” You said, slightly smiling at the thought of what your familys’ facial expressions would be in a moment. “And some people are unaware that they have them. Some of them cannot control it, and it’s really unfair.” You started, looking around at the baffled faces of everyone around the dinner table.

“They end up locked up, captured, for the ability they cannot control. And usually, they end up executed.” You said with a straight face, a slight smile tugging at your lips. And suddenly, your father looked at you with those eyes. Shit, you were about to sustain a large beating right in front of you family. 

If you cried or ran away, you would just be beaten harder. So, as your father’s rough voice came out of his lips. “Come over here.” You started to walk over there. You stood right in front of him. And took it.

His fists tightened as he hit your face hard enough for you to fall over and bang your head on the floor. You started to feel woozy. Did you have a concussion or something? Probably. But as your father crouched down and took off his belt, you gulped. He was using a belt this time? You really fucked up, didn’t you?

He scrunched it together and started to hit your ribs. It hurt like crazy, but you took it. How couldn’t you? You didn’t have anywhere else to go, you didn’t. All you had that wasn’t theirs’ was your cat special ability, and well, that didn’t help that much either. 

Maybe you could sustain a living as a street cat? Yeah, an unlikely story. You were bound to die and be beaten on the streets, the same thing you would be running away from. And you were sure cat food would taste like shit too. You had no hope, but still, as you spoke up to your uncle, it felt good.

You felt valued as your little cousin looked at you in awe.

You felt seen, something you rarely felt in your life.

As you slipped from consciousness, you were calm, the rarest emotion in your life.

You woke up, looking around. You were on a couch. They had moved you out of the way. You sat back up, looking around even more. And well….there was blood right where you head had been laying. You sighed, touching your head.

Yup, your head was bleeding. However, it was patched up. That was weird, why had that happened? Now that you think of it, you were bandaged all over. Your green T-shirt with an orange cat and blue jeans remained. Afterall, those were the only clothes your parents bought you.

You sighed. Were you really gonna keep on living life like this? Always being beaten until you passed out? Being like a little, helpless, mouse? No. You weren't....but you'd need to plan first. And plan is what you did.

A few days later, a documentary of Yokohama, Japan came on. It told all about ability user and such. Yokohama, the neighboring city to Kawasaki, where you lived. You researched A LOT about Yokohama after seeing that.

And finally, one day after a heafty beating, you finally used your ability to escape. You sat on the roof, sighing in your unfashionable outfit. A plain white shirt, black gym shorts stolen from your brother(you tied it tight), an open olive green jacket, white socks, and grey tennis shoes.

You would really need to get some fashion sense...maybe you could pick some up when you got to Yokohama? Eurgh, whatever.

You stood up and used your ability, just like all those other times you did it to get a break from your family. But this time, you ran away.

”Special Ability: The Travelling Cat Chronicles!” You yelled, as you jumped off the roof, turning into a cat affectively and running to the next city over; Yokohama.

With no plan, with an unforeseen future, you ran away to Yokohama, the so-called heaven for ability users. And shit, it felt amazing.

[2demondogs]

20 questions for fic writers. Tagged by @arrestzelle <3

1) How many works do you have on ao3?

56 on this account, 234 on others. So 290 total.

2) What's your total ao3 word count?

768,865 since 2018 =P

3) What are your top five fics by kudos?

My headcanon compilation (223), What's Your Name? Who's Your Daddy? (160), What a Lovely Way to Burn (99), Name of the Game, Boy (89), and Don't Ask Me In (83). Of course 3 are Arthur x Readers and the other two have Arthur in them lol. No matter what the Arthur fuckers are IN there.

4) What fandoms do you write for?

Just RDR2 right now.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to everything I get in my inbox unless I don't have anything to say or it's like, a joke comment. Just polite to say thanks when someone compliments you. A lot of people leave really sweet comments that make me ecstatic so I'mma reply even if I can only say thanks! I love getting comments I try to encourage them and leave them on other fics too <33

6) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Nobody Dies Agnostic. So far, anyways. Could've done worse but ohhhh welllll. I'll be eviler in the future >:)

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Becoming the Last Names, probably. Can't get much better than a Hallmark ending. Naturally, I did not come up with the happy idea LOL but it was a nice change.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

Very rarely but now and then. I think Ao3 negates it a lot, at least when you properly tag things. If they're funny enough I will leave the comment up but usually they're just lame and uncreative.

9) Do you write smut?

What? No. Smut is utterly without social importance.

10) Do you write crossovers?

I don't typically have multiple fixations at once so not really. A few times for crackfics in the past, and once a long time ago on like, FF dot net I wrote a few serious ones. Don't ask because I do not remember my users at all.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've been asked a few times but I am not sure if it ever happened or where. I always say yes w/ credit because cool! Yippie! Yay!!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A few. I wanna co-write more, it's fun. And I also know how to say "no" to ideas I don't like now, unlike the past. Hit me up frfr.

14) What's your all time favorite ship?

I don't knowwww, I switch up so much. I rotate through all of my ships as to which is my favorite and has me in a chokehold for the week. Right now it's back to VanDerMatthews. I guess if I had to choose one it'd be them at the end of the day. (Just like how It Was Always Them at the end of the day... insert cigarette emoji here)

15) What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Most of them are original works, one I mentioned before I'm still stuck on, I think I lost the spark. I can't think of any fic WIPs. Usually I can tell when I'm not gonna finish a fic so I just delete the draft since I write on Ao3 like a very trusting animal. Otherwise I'll see a bunch of drafts and get burnt out/overwhelmed. I had one for a vampire AU that I do wish I kept though and need to write out again.

16) What are your writing strengths?

I'd say I'm best at emotion. Professional crash-out writer. I love writing them. I love torturing men in writing. I love my beautiful princesses (it's always grown men) with disorders (it's always bipolar). It's so fun. I also would say I'm good at scene description, at least when I lock in about it. It's difficult to get it to where I feel like it's exactly what I wanted it to be in my head, but when I like that part of a fic, I really like it. Or maybe I just like it in theory because I can't think of any examples. IDK. I guess more accurately: I have a very vivid image in my head to go off of, always.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely plot and anything multi-chapter. I cannot keep steam for the life of me and I've tried every which way. I've finished TWO multi-chapters in my entire time writing fic. I either forget why I wanted to write something, where I wanted it to go, what I wanted to say with or it, or I'll write all of that down and then I lose motivation because my brain's like well you already wrote it down so we are gonna move on from that now. FOREVER!! Fight scenes, too. Not enough time to flesh things out how I want it. But I also am not a reader who enjoys fights or action, so that might be personal taste. Not to glaze but arrestzelle's are the only fight scenes I ever GAF about.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don't read anything but English fic, so I'll just talk about bilingual characters throwing in stuff or thinking in non-English. Sometimes people overdo it or don't handle it very well which ooooo I be having opinions on that ngl. Javier for example, living in the U.S. and speaking exclusively English with most people for six years by RDR2. I wouldn't be shocked if he thought in English and not Spanish by that point (much to his chagrin) tho it'd be cool to see him thinking in Spanish or a mixture of the two in a fic. When people handle it well and realistically, it adds dimension. Otherwise it can come across... uncomfortably. Done well, it can add a lot of character and the scene. Like being too emotional to bother with translating things in your head, or when really drunk, or I like to headcanon Javier prays exclusively in Spanish because English does not offer the same feeling of spiritual connection 'cause I think it says something extra about his character. I try not to overdo it. I've definitely failed to catch a few accidental over-repetitions before posting tho. I speak German, so I ask myself if I would have to switch languages in the situation/if I would make the conscious choice to switch.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Percy Jackson, I think. Many years ago on FF dot net. On Ao3, Hetalia. </3

20) Favorite fic you've ever written?

I guess Deep Under My Fingers. I don't know. I like a few of them still, and usually I like stuff before I post it or else I keep writing on it and editing until I like it enough to not be embarrassed by it. But a lot leave something to be desired when I look back at them, even this one. 8k words and yet I want it to be longer because it's not expanded/deep enough.

I tag anyone who wants to do it bc the only authors I know of off the top of my head already done it </3

[mad-c1oud]

Eating your essays like ten course meals frfr :D

I really want to know the bone things now though 0-0 share the worldbuilding (only if you want to ofc!!) And also, with saltwater vs freshwater slimes, because of the biology difference, would they sort of have it in a we don't like each other/refuse to interact with each other because of it? Or do they just kinda not really run into each other?

Also love the idea of subtypes though!! Diversity among non-human somewhat-humanoid species <3

With the subtypes, would that affect their way of speaking at all? Like accent wise? Or would they pick up whatever they heard most while developing?

If you can't tell, I have. A lot of questions. LMAO

I just love world building and small pieces of it :> hope you don't mind though ._.

I LOVE QUESTIONS!!!!!!!

i am going to get carpal tunnel and i think i shall blame all of you and not myself :)

more ranting under the cut o777

for salt and fresh, they don't hate each other at all! they don't get a chance to really interact often so they are just unfamiliar with each other, however they are all still slimes so they get along just fine when they can (usually at estuaries or other areas where fresh merges into salt). other than that they just never really see the other.

AND AHHHHH YEAH!!!! ACCENTS!!! i didn't even think about that, i was more focused on how the color of their slime might be different based on sub group and their diet/climate/environment but oh my god yeah, there is so very much an accent that only other slimes might notice ily anon thank you. I think some does come from "family", but there's always a chance for it to chnage when you move, just like real life. Like another slime could tell charlie was a cave slime at some point maybe by how he talks or acts

and the bones..... ough the bones............

I have thoughts on the bones. the most significant one is how important a skeletion is to slime hybrids. Slime mobs don't care for that sort of thing, but since hyrbids are just that, a combination of slime and (in my head) human- hybrids like bones. It's the biggest think that sets them apart from their mob counter part.

Salt slimes build their skeletons from drowned, sea life, and literal drownings, giving them slightly abnormal appearances compared to fresh that only pull from skeletons and strays and humans. when desperate, they will make do with what they have and go without bones or fashion something out of what they do have. I hc as charlie having a pretty fucked skeleton during eggxile

also i have. a wip based on the idea of étoiles giving charlie bones to help his bro out and it spirals into the accidental courting ritual cause bones are really important to hybrids. I WANT TO SAY SO MUCB MOOOREEEEEE but im trying to hold back for this wip where i explore it more. ugh

i will say that the idea of giving and sharing bones is also a familial and friendly thing too. There's different meanings and different intentions. I like to think of big slime families having hand-me-down sets of bones as slime hybrids age and grow until they are able to get their own complete skeleton, almost like a rite of passage before they leave if they decide to. they keep a bone from their family and either keep it in their skeleton or on their person. Same goes for offers from friends and more...

charlie was not afforded the same... generosity and kindness as other slimes in other families and he had to build his skeleton by force. I am going to leave that there lest i say too much :) dw you'll learn more soon

i have thoughts and feelins and ideas and things i just *head in fucking hands*

feel free to ask more questions i love talking :3333 you guys are so nice too <333

[hazyaltcare]

Well it’s convenient that i saw this because i’m questioning if i have a FNAF kintype or not, and if i do, what i should know about it, so would it be okay if i got a tarot reading abt that? if the tarot says that i have one, then maybe ask abt past life details, personality details, or what other chars i would have been close with? thank u sm i’ve been overthinking this way too hard, lifesavers over here on this blog frfr /gen

Tarot isn't usually the best instrument for straight yes or no answers. While I could adapt the format into a card draw, with a regular sided card meaning "yes," and a reversed card meaning "no," I feel more comfortable with leaving room for nuance, so I will instead just defer to a two-card reading, with the question simply stating as follows:

Q. What does the anon that I am currently answering need to know about the possibility of having a FNAF kintype, and what details could one glean about this subject?

A.

The Ten of Pentacles and the Two of Swords

~☀️~

From a more objective standpoint, the 10 of Pentacles is associated with having abundance, wealth, permanence, a legacy, physical security and those sorts of things, while the 2 of Swords is associated with indecision, impartiality and coming to a standstill.

My interpretation is as follows: The 10 of Pentacles represents having abundance and the resources one needs. The 2 of Swords is a card notoriously associated with indecision. Something tells me that you have the information you need to come to a conclusion yourself about if you have this kintype or not. You are afraid to come to this conclusion on your own, despite the wealth of support and possibly even evidence you have come across that suggests one way or the other.

In my opinion this is actually strongly suggesting you are FNAF fictionkin and are afraid to face the information at your disposal. The potential themes of legacy and a hesitation to face it in this reading could suggest an older figure afraid of their legacy, perhaps maybe Michael Afton.

Understand that this a lot of speculation based on my interpretation of this reading. If you don't agree with this assessment and instead feel kin to another character (or none at all) don't ignore that feeling, and instead trust and embrace it. In my opinion, the main message of this reading is that you are ignoring a plethora of signs and have overthought yourself into stagnation. The specifics of who you are or aren't can be cleared up by facing this.

~☀️~

Always remember that you know your kintypes best. If something doesn't feel right, or if something otherwise stands out as important to you in this reading, do not ignore that feeling. I highly encourage you to meditate on the subject of your kintype and this reading, and trust your intuition and where it leads you. Wishing you all the best in the future, anon. 💛

Mod Haze (☀️Sol)

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

hey cap! just wanted to say: last week was CRAZY so i only just got around to rereading panthera (500 pages in babyy), however i have a couple of notes! and a photo.

these are now pantheras gloves to me sozzles.

onto the notes from the top of my head!

absolutely love how fucking stupid rose was about being in love with juleka. like she really just. didn't notice for so damn long.

i like how you foreshadow events! like i know they are coming because yknow. read this damn thing about 5 times now. but i notice new things each time damnit!

you would not believe how vivid that scene from guitar villain of panthera going so hard is for me, like that is genuinely one of the images that comes up for me when i think about this fic

once again. foreshadowing. i actually didn't notice the first few times that Lilas mum says "the city of love" and then teases her about a romantic relationship, and the way Lila reacts?? excellent. love noticing new details

i actually fucking love anarka so much frfr, you got her character down so nicely, like she's not 'important' but she is and it comes through (also i will always always lose it over you using scottish slang, sometimes you use it in such a strange way and i love it)

onto the questions!

ok so people joke about it in the asks but will we be seeing Rose with a miraculous? i think the dynamic between juleka and Rose as she is transformed would be absolutely hysterical, but also seeing Julekas thoughts on Rose being in danger would be fascinating. (along with knowign which miraculous she would be getting)

is Marinette ever going to figure out who Panthera is? and to extend that question; what are tikkis motivations for identities being kept so secret whereas plagg doesn't care as much? or is it simply to stay true to some of the show?

I've noticed that Juleka sometimes has bouts of confidence (eg. horrificator) and acts more 'like panthera' but i have been curious on whether she would start to be more talkative in general, not that she has / should be but i've just been curious about that since i first started reading if i'm honest with you. (i find that panthera is similar to masking and how i view that so Juleka would probably be increibdly socially exhausted if she did so) i also ask because it would be really funny to see her casually flirt with friends really smoothly without the cat ears

will we be seeing more of Rose noticing Juleka and Marinette havign some sort of bond? before she realised her feelings it was explicitly stated (i think in numerical? replacement for reflecta.) that she felt jelous over their interactions and i am interested to see if that would continue (though i may be forgetting details! i am only 500 pages into a 1700 roundabout document)

On a bit of a time crunch rn and may appear again so thats all for now!

notes on the two 'new' chapters coming soon!

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Great to read your notes again! As for your questions...

We will eventually! In Season 4! She'll still be Pigella, because I love Pigella, but I'll be doing my best to keep it refreshing!

2. Eventually. I'll hold my tongue on saying whether she'll learn post canon or in the fic, I can't wait to show you all how my plans play out. As for Tikki- I'd like to imagine many of her ladybugs died because they let their identities leak. She's a bit traumatized.

3. 'Panthera' as an identity is very much Juleka's way of masking! I'm glad you picked up on that. At first i wrote it as a funny instinct but as I kept going the idea of Juleka literally taking that identity to mask well, yeah! It got depressing in Prince Shining but now that Juleka is more in tune with herself- I hope to play more around with the running gag of her being 'Panthera' when she's supposed to be 'Juleka.'

4. I apologize that it was a little plot thread that never got as explored as I had originally intended to so many years ago but!! Rose's thoughts on Marinette and Juleka's relationship will eventually make a return!

Happy reading!! Stay tuned for more!!

[se-dissimuler]

ok but does he wax down there? also does he freckles on his d[GUNSHOT]? these are important questions that need answering

why am i asked like i have firsthand info about jannik sinner’s waxing. but to answer your q i think he doesn’t! also.. i lowkey have been thinking about that NOT IN A WEIRD WAY (well maybe a little) BUT. do you know how tennis players have crazy tan lines. it’d be lowkey funny if his dick is just a totally diff color 😭 yaoi lightsaber frfr

[themightymoose]

Blythe's Big Adventure Part 1

Ah yes, the stereotypical plot of "main character loves their hometown and is absolutely destroyed when they have to move but eventually learns to love their new home" love it. Five stars

ROGEEEEEEEEEER

why is he so ugly

my brother in christ you and your daughter are going to die, sir

I love how our first introduction of the Biscuit twins is that they straight up teleport behind Blythe five minutes into the first episode

stay iconic girlies

YEEEEEEESSSS FIRST GLIMPSE OF THE PETS

they're not talking yet, but I'm excited

oooohhhhhh mysterious eyesssss peeking through the blindssssss I wonder who that could beeeeee

BLYTHE CAN PLAY GUITAR???? SINCE WHEN????

girlie's so much cooler than me 😔

okay I actually really like Blythe more than I thought I would

oh god I think she died

no wait she's okay she just fell 200 feet

oh yeah, now we're getting in the good shit now

first song of the series, Zoe. Make it count

Zoe just manifested a head set she's too powerful

YEEEEESSS PEPPEEEEEERR

best girl frfr

"Not very bright but he's one of us!" NAHHHHH YOU DID NOT HAVE TO DO MY BOY VINNIE TERRIO LIKE THAT😭😭😭

the fact that Zoe introduced everyone with their characteristics, hobbies, and aspirations while her only towards Penny is just asking if she's okay is-

real talk for a second, I remember not liking Penny Ling that much for some reason

I don't know what she did to little me but damn

honestly Blythe is taking this surprisingly well. She just got a concussion and next thing she knows, animals are singing and talking to her

no wait there she goes

oh my goddd the person peeking through the blinds is actually super niccccee wowwww

mrs. Twomly they could never make me hate you

guys I think Blythe is traumatized

"I like you, you crazy :)!"

is this lady's ring tone the fnaf theme

"Littlest Pet Shop is closing?" you mean you guys didn't know? Damn

everyone just ignoring Penny Ling 💀💀

i'm sorry I misjudged you in my youth (I'm in high school)

"What's going on? Why can I suddenly talk to pets???" "That's not important right now." the writers are just telling the audience to shut up and not question it

bruh the first episode ends with all the pets getting a concussion

[01libra]

Notes on saltburn from an oxford uni student bc why not

- using zadok the priest as the opening for this movie of all things is sacrilegious. nothing else more aptly sums up this film’s inflated sense of it’s own importance

- Basing this in brasenose is pure wish fulfilment from fennel who went to a flop pph (permanent private halls) that no one’s ever heard of that doesn’t exist anymore .. stealing that big famous college clout. Not hers to claim 🙄 (sorry I’m a chch alum and bitter)

- Keep getting distracted by how old this “uni student” Oliver looks. Looks like he’s 40 😭

- All the tutorial stuff is 100% accurate though. Oxford vibes for the most part are accurate but not surprising since the film is written and directed by an oxford alum.

- the eating and talking in the college library is upsetting me. Maybe it flew it 2006 but wouldn’t now LMAO

- WHY ARE THEY FOCKING CYCLING IN CHRIST CHURCH MEADOW 😭😭😭 again idk abt 2006 but nowadays you ARE NOT ALLOWED

- “What college are you in mate” 100% authentic first question to ask anybody. “Yours mate” is brutal 😭 hasn’t often happened to me ..

- posh public school kids 100% don’t befriend lower class people I cannot stress this enough. That aspect keeps throwing me off it’s so not the way of things.

- Felix’s eyebrow piercing is putting me off I don’t know a single person of his class demographic with an eyebrow piercing and I know a lot 😭

- ChirpSEEing? I’ve only ever heard it pronounced chirpsing 😭 probs just me being wrong though

- This is literally an upper class fantasy of what the evil lower classes are up to frfr like we are NOT that obsessed with them I promise omggg

- “Only rich people can afford to be this filthy” so real though my college cleaners had to report my Westminster school neighbour in first year for her room being so filthy …

- Why are there no transitions between any scenes in this movie

- Inaccuracy: calling them exams. First year exams are called prelims bruh no one calls them exclusively exams like this film does

- Being able to spot a rental tux from a mile off is real

- Hanging casually in the Magdalen deer park as brasenose students with no explanation as to why they are there ? Sure ..

- Walking across the manicured grass at saltburn ??!! With a suitcase ??? After a year at oxford he would know better 😭

- I rly don’t get why these guys are friends like what do they even talk about … nothing has shown Oliver to be likeable

- The way Felix says “it’s like .. black tie” all bashful. Is so real

- “Lucky for you I’m a vampire” top 10 worst lines in film history

- This film is so evil for making me like the upper class guy more then the middle class guy like … this is a new kind of insidious

- People not knowing Oliver’s name feels overplayed idk like the public school kids at MY oxford college knew my name even if they didn’t like me. Like him being Felix’s friend would ensure that people would know his name even if they didn’t like him lol Oxford colleges are small lmao

- “You’ll eat us from the inside out” fennel announcing what she thinks abt poor people …

- The final speech abt the rich not having any natural predators except one ?? What ?? Poor people ??!!!

- The full frontal nudity at the final scene . Way to hit us while we’re down 😭

[vacantgodling]

Writeblr Interview

On the Tumblr Writing Community

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr?

been on tumblr in some way since like 2013. been on writeblr specifically since like 2020-2021... ish?

What led you to create it?

ended up leaving twitter (back when it was still twitter) around the time the pandemic happened. i wanted to get back into tumblr because i'd been focusing mostly on twitter for awhile and the yeehan community/my old friends kinda weren't doing shit for me so i wanted to focus more on my original stuff. so i ended up making a writeblr when i heard that was a thing.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

how we really do just be on here talking about our blorbos and having a good time. its nice to have a place to escape with people who also get the importance of not being connected to reality at all times.

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

i feel like ask games have kind of died down compared to how they were a few years ago so it'd be nice to make a resurgance of that.

What tips/advice do you have for someone who made a Writeblr today?

honestly just post what makes you happy and actually interact with other people. just trying to promote your own stuff doesn't really work (unless you're an artist tbh) but interacting with other people and making posts talking about what you're making with enthusiasm instead of the "woe is me idk how to talk about my wips but i hope someone will talk with me... :((" like bro idk just talk about it. have a good time. you don't have to follow for follow or follow someone just bc they're a writeblr either i kinda hate that shit. like only follow me if you're actually interested in my shit and vice versa. but that's just a pet peeve. tumblr isn't twitter we are about having a good time here not about promo.

WIP it Good

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

that's a funny way to put this. rn its mostly been tcol just because i've been on a worldbuilding history kick because i've been cramming my brain full of a fucking alternate history youtube channel that my brain is mildly hyperfixated on. but my brain kinda flip flops around to any of my main wips when its convenient.

How long have you been working on them?

tcol's a wip i've had since i was 12 so like. pff 14 years at this point? jesus it sounds so old when i put it like that. paramour just had its 3 year anniversary on 6/19. vdtrt i've also had since 12. btaf is a couple of months old. like. maybe 2 months old lmao.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

tcol -> the video game etrian odyssey, lotr, history (in general) paramour -> there's so many influences frfr. but the original start was crimson peak and wanting to make something like that but also beauty and the beast and goth lit or whatever vdtrt -> percy jackson btaf -> twilight, but specifically the bella pregnancy arc

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

literally all day every day in some capacity

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

"fantasy" i don't really talk to people about my writing at all in general irl anymore tho. just sets up for annoyance and disappointment.

What do you want to say (if it’s different from what you do say)?

"fantasy" like. i really don't like people knowing about my wips esp if i don't think they have the bandwidth to appreciate them. not to sound uppity but like ik the people who i'm around and the shit that intrigues them is just worlds away from what i'm writing whether it be because its fantasy, because it's horror, or because it's queer.

Let’s Rotate Blorbos

Name any characters you created.

so as of counting (and not counting the plethora of flesh blood recently added to tcol) i've got 419 characters and counting. this also doesn't include any of the ocs i have with my partner which is a decent amount. i'll just stick with the mcs of the main wips. so those would be:

hyacinthus, amon, darren, sjaak, biscella, azelie, piper, forte, deux, san, clear

Who’s the most unhinged?

least to most hinged of this list:

SJAAK -> amon -> san -> piper -> hya -> clear -> deux -> biscella -> azelie -> darren -> forte

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

hya and amon are the easiest to write because i've written them the most. darren is a close second but not first because his whole thing about not using adverbs really trips me up.

Do you ever cringe at them?

nah. i don't cringe at them. i disdain at them. but not really cringe. i get really bad secondhand embarrassment so i don't tend to make characters that make me have that actually cringe reaction.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?

kinda a weird question for me but tbh i feel like its sort of a 50-50 situation. i tend to make characters firstly out of some utility (aka i need a character to fulfill this role in the plot) and then as i develop them its like the two of us become collaborators on writing the story together. sometimes characters can be a bit stubborn about what they do or don't tell me about their backstories (hya is notorious for this) but for the most part they can't really "hide" things from me or wholly not do what i want them to do. a lot of times i'm going to put them in a situation anyway, they just need to tell me how they'll react to it. if any of that makes sense.

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters?

of course :) i sound kind of dead in this questionaire because i'm at work ready to kms. but, sending me asks or talking to me on discord/tumblr messages about any of my idiots is always loved

On Writeblr Engagement

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account?

i look at the vibes of the account, who they are, if they have an intro and what kind of wips they're writing. i mostly only follow people if i see that their wips interest me. some exceptions can be made, ie: if they interact with a lot of my stuff first and we become friendly and i'm not following them i'll follow after the fact and then get invested in whatever they're doing. but on initial contact i like to see who you are and if your wips are interesting to me.

What makes you decide against following?

wips don't interest me or have things in their wips/in their sphere of focus that i just don't care about or aren't really my cup of tea. like let's say someone puts in their wip/personal intro that they hate fantasy. i write fantasy all the time. so like. probably not gonna follow you. that kind of thing.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

not often? i wouldn't mind it bc i actually don't follow that many people (always under 100) but this is bc i can't keep up with people that much and i want to make sure i properly give attention to others if i'm going to be invested in them. but like. i enjoy talking to people about my shit so like. /shrug. i have way more followers than i follow which is why i mentioned i hate when people follow me just bc i'm another writeblr lol. i'd much rather you follow me because you have interest in Me but like, i can't control people frfr.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

yeah! that's why i try to keep who i follow kind of in lower ranges. i have bad memory and it takes me awhile to warm up to people, but when i follow someone its because i want to be friendly and get invested in what they do. so like, i try to do that. i'm not the best but i do try.