#i'll post the hella long backstory

[4-frights]

🐑 RP PARTNERS WANTED ˗ˋˏ🫁🥩ˎˊ ˗

I am far to nervous to post this on my main for whatever reason so I am slapping it on an unused sideblog:

I have been ITCHING to start roleplaying again. Specifically Creepypasta :] I’m 17 and have been in the fandom for 6 years.

🪦 PREFERENCE

— Again I am 17 so I’d prefer if we're not hella far in age

— I also would be most comfortable writing on Discord

— I need you to respect my weird lil rewrites, they're different from canon and a bit weird but I worked hard on them and love them dearly

🪦 WRITER STUFF

— My responses are typically 300-500 words long, I can go longer or a little shorter if need be

— I am in school so responses can take up to a week or so hopefully they don’t

— I obsess over these things, I'll make art, edits, playlist, pintrest boards, you name it

— I’m fine with most things, even (non-sexual) romance but romantic relationships aren’t my favorite

— I’m fine with OCs, canon characters, and reimaginings of canon characters.

— I only play “canon” characters but they're basically completely overhauled and rewritten. Most of them are at the point they're kinda just ocs 🧍‍♀️ (I just refuse to let go lmao)

🪦 CHARACTERS I WRITE / WANT TO WRITE FOR

— Eyeless Jack • my main, I write for often, and has a very fleshed-out personality and backstory

—Nina the Killer • new, haven't written for, general idea of personality and backstory

—Kate the Chaser • super new, haven't written for, least fleshed-out

— Toby • I’ve written for a few time, not as fleshed out as EJ

If you are interested in please comment or message me and I’ll add you on discord so we can chat more >:3

[moongurl95]

Personal October 🎃Challenge 💙

saw this on Twitter but feel more comfortable posting on Tumblr 🫣 so please don't mind me reintroducing my baby B and maybe using this as an appreciation post as well 🤭

let it be known that i actually share the same first name with my baby Beatrice and i kinda just chose her last name, Hayes, from my writing pseudonym willy-nilly just cuz i was hella excited to start playing Hogwarts Legacy at the time of its release back in Feb. 🎮

Lo and behold, the further i played the game (took me a month to finish my first playthrough of her every night after my 8hour job), a backstory for Beatrice started coming up in my mind. 🤔

Suddenly, Beatrice Hayes wasn't my in-game avatar anymore but more like a younger sibling id protecc at all cost (yes, i am one of those players who played dress up with their MCs and even leave her back in the safety of her dormroom after each play session) 🙃

ive grown unexpectedly attached to her enough to start an actual fanfic (never done that with any fandoms ive been before), with our bois from Slytherin being the final nail and hammer on the coffin of my hyperfixation 😵

Also haven't started a Gryffindor playthrough after all these months (i'll get around to that eventually 😅) but here are my other baby MCs/OCs with my quick HCs of them:

on my 2nd playthrough, meet MC Cerestina Anguis 🐍 only daughter and youngest to her two, accomplished older brothers, Cersei was considered a 'defect' among her privileged Pureblood family before she came late into her Magic at 15. Motherless and with only a father seeing her as a mere pawn for marriage, Cersei does have moments of vanity, but chooses to rise above it in order to make a name for herself and find independence using her newfound Magic. Unbeknownst to her, Cersei was also promised to Ominis at a young age due to their "shortcomings" while still being of the Pureblood lineage, the young Gaunt himself is none the wiser. They meet at Hogwarts, angst ensues. But that is a story for another time 🤣

my 3rd MC, Phoebe Fidelis 🦡, is as loyal as any Hufflepuff can come as long as you can stand her chaotic crup energy on most days. Raised in a loving family of Halfbloods consisting of her parents and brothers, Phoebe was mostly content being the "Magicless middle child" until she turned 15. So other than learning to control the lycanthropy that runs in her father's bloodside, she also has to learn to wield this "Ancient Magic"?? So much for catching a break. 🥹

wanted a baby boi for my House so here's my Ravenclaw OC, Anthony Reinhart, a transferee from Beauxbatons, not much is known of him or his ulterior for coming to Hogwarts, though he may end up being a connection to Beatrice's past... 🤫

[tookishcombeferre]

“send all the heat of the flaming sun into their veins till life is done. spread it fast as the seeds on the wind till they find themselves good and thinned. then, strike royals down with fatal blow and set to grief our dreaded foe. though, should he successful be, in healing all and setting them free, let the fires be thrice as hot, and let those who care for him see him rot. yes, when all is passed and all is through, strike him down and bid him adieu.”

With a magical plague spreading through Enchancia, being cast by the heavens only knows who, and stars only knows where, it's up to one of the last Restoration mages in the Kingdoms to keep Enchancia alive long enough to figure out what is causing this madness to occur.

But, when faced with the choice to stop things at the source, and spare his friends and chosen family, or save his own life … what's a very lonely sorcerer to chose? Surely, there's got to be something to be said for having a little faith that they might save him too?

Hi Hi! So, I have a nice long letter at the very beginning of the fic for folks who want a little bit of the backstory of how this came to be. But, I'm hella knew to this fandom because I got sucked into it by my two year old. Then, I became more into it than the two year old because sometimes that's how things done, do work in the world. I posted the first 2 chapters + the opening letter because I'll be gone for the weekend. But, expect things to move kinda slow. I'm a perpetual over-editor and I have a tiny human. So, bear with me. Basically though, I'm writing a story with Cedric as the centerpiece and the rest of the cast rotating around him. All of the characters are featured relatively prominently. But, he is the focus. I've been lurking and looking at a lot of the beautiful art. Laughing at a lot of the jokes. (Y'all are funny people.) I'll say it here, though I said it in my opening letter, I am a parent of a small child. If you're looking for that and y'all know what that is get out. I will block you. I will delete your comments. I will expel you. Gross. Gross. Gross. Gross. I didn't wanna have to say it. But, I'm saying it now. Ew. Get out. To the rest of you, hello. Come in. Enjoy. How are you? Thank you for reading. 💚💜 Pip

[liveontelevision]

TV!

(Hazbin Hotel OC/Sona!)

This is TV! TV is a nickname (cuz it's similar to my real name) and I haven't decided on a full name just yet. Here's her backstory and some other info!

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She started as a Hellaverse Persona, but as I went on with the design, I wanted to give her a more unique backstory that's only mildly inspired by my personal life.

She's been through hella conceptual changes i'll probably post a lil' timeline of her progress as a character at some point :)

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Life:

TV was forced into adulthood from a young age. Her parents kicked her out or she may have lost them in some tragic accident, but to add to that she really had no extended family she could contact. She immediately found work locally and didn't return to school to maintain a somewhat livable wage.

Looking back, she always felt like some higher power cursed her. After her hometown had caught onto the fact that she was a 14-year-old lying about her age, who was also working multiple jobs that she really wasn't meant to, she just kept going.

Her next move was to do it all again the next town over. Means of travel really just boiled down to using spare change for buses or walking. My god, she walked everywhere, the poor thing. Rain or Shine. Essentially living on the streets, finding a new place to sleep every night, she managed to abuse this horrid cycle. It took a while, but she did manage to support herself enough to stay put in a small town for a while. Finally settling into a routine, she lived in a cardboard box of an apartment. But hey, it's the first time she's slept on a mattress in years. She also got a waitress job at a retro 50s-style diner. And no matter how frilly the uniform or how short the skirt, she was smart enough to milk every last dime out of her tables. This usually involved letting gentlemen getting a little too handsy, but hey. She had bills to pay. She got used to the constant flirting and finally achieved a more regular routine, but her mind was still broken. She went through phases of depression, having days where she simply couldn't leave her bed, or refused to return home. When she tried to recall what went on during that day, it was simply TV static in her memories, as if she just went into autopilot. These didn't happen often after she got into an average lifestyle, but this ended up being her downfall. Just a few days before her 20th birthday, she took her own life.

(TW: Self Harm/Suicide Depicted)

After a long day of handsy customers, who didn't really tip as well as they should, TV dropped to the floor of her studio apartment, her back against the door. She receded into the same apartment that's getting a rent increase she simply can't afford.

She avoided looking into the mirror as much as she could. Every time it happened, she would get sucked in, her eyes scanning over every flaw. Her bags under her eyes and the large coffee stain down her apron. Her shoes that were nearly worn through and her hair that reeked of cheap coffee and bacon. Tonight, coming home to another red envelope taped to her door, she couldn't mask the exhaustion any longer. Finally managing to rise to her feet, she went on and plopped her purse down onto the counter, rummaging inside and looking for who knows what. She lets out a yelp and slowly pulls out the knife from the kitchen's diner that you had grabbed at some point. When did she grab that? She tried to recall her shift that she just finished, but she must've gone into static mode, again. What made her think she needed this knife? She felt a wave of exhaustion hitting her hard, but she attempted to get ready for bed anyway. She undressed to try and wash the day away, but stopped in her tracks at the mirror. She looked her mostly nude body up and down, stopping at her thighs. Her skin really was beautiful, it's a shame that it's tainted by numerous scars, some fresh, some just barely healed. She clenched her fists to her bust, only drawing her eyes to the scars that laid upon her wrists as well. She went into her autopilot state. Turning her head to look out the bathroom door, she sees her bag and the dirty kitchen knife she smuggled home subconsciously nearby. After that, her mind fell into a pit of static.

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Death:

It felt like waking up from a restless's night sleep, so when she sat up to find herself in the middle of some street instead of her bed, she was perplexed. What managed to get her up and moving was the honking of an approaching van coming full speed in her direction. She scrambled to her feet, just barely avoiding the headlights with a swift leap. When she stood up, she realized how her body didn't ache how it usually does. Her feet weren't wobbly, and her neck and back weren't as stiff as they usually were. Looking back to where she awoke, it startled her how easily she was able to jump such a distance. Finally taking the time to absorb her surroundings, she simply kept walking down these city streets. It was large, and the neon signs and lights were almost too much for her doe eyes to adjust to. She'd really only seen cities like this on postcards, even with all the moving around she had to do in life.

While walking past the store front of an incredibly tall skyscraper, that she couldn't see the top of even if she tried, she saw a collage of screens. One of them had just gone out, drawing her eyes to the sight of televison static. Suddenly, the events of the previous night came back to her.

She died. And this must be Hell? She assumed so, taking a look at the demonic figures walking around her and the giant pentagram stamped onto the sky above her.

In what cruel world does a girl struggling for an easier life deserve to be hellbound?

Continuing her suddenly staggered walk, she was almost immediately stopped at another store front, her reflection catching her eye. For some reason, she appeared in Hell wearing her work uniform. What kind of cruel joke - Were those antlers..? She took a moment to process her new animalistic features. Her skin had a peachfuzz feel to it, and despite the rosiness in her cheeks, her skin looked grey. She yanked at the rabbit ears that trailed down her bust, then reached up to tug at the small antlers, jolting her head in the process. Giving a quick spin, she finally noticed - Oh, you've got to be kidding me - a small little tuft of a tail coming from her backside. She pulled open her mouth next, examining her suddenly rounded front teeth. She had become some kind of Jackalope Demon. A realization that this was her life now suddenly hit. Or her afterlife, at least.

She kept on walking, ignoring any propositions and dodging any troubles to the best of her ability. After a good hike, she found herself on the outskirts of the city, the air somehow clearer. Or as clear as it could be for Hell's standards. A much smaller tower compared to the ones she'd walked by, sat alone at the top of the hill. She recognized it! There were multiple flyers scattered throughout the city with its picture plastered on it. She didn't read into them too much, but did take note of the advertisement because it mentioned free rooms. And any sort of bed sounded like Heaven right now.

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(Aaand then she goes through a bunch of redemption shenanigans n' falls in loooove or something)

Hope you like her :)) give her some luv

[timeofjuly]

(not so sure if this counts as a story spoiler ask so you can pick any of my questions or ignore until the time comes.¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

in what order would the characters fall in love for mc?(e.g. 1.quinn 2.red ect.[or if mc falls for them first?])we already know the flashbacks of quinn and MC but not when they confessed/caught feelings, who did what first in what place and environment? these questions also involves the skeletons too if you don't mind us having a peek at future events. XP

although i am not the most observant of readers, your work is so interesting to read that I would put it on a petri dish to understand it more thoroughly if I can hahah, maybe even a piece of your brain too./hj

Thank you so much!!! My brain is pretty smooth most of the time so I'm not sure how much you'd get out of it, but I'm very flattered!! If there's anything in the fic you (or anyone else) wants clarification or my in-depth thoughts on, I'm always very very happy to give my commentary :)

I won't answer in terms of order, because it'd be a little spoilery (and my planning is not that detailed lol) BUT, if you'd like, I can tell you what traits MC/the skeletons have that'll make things work? I put A LOT of thought into it when writing MC's personality because I wanted her to be a good fit for all of them plus Quinn whilst still maintaining an actual coherent personality, which was a challenge lemme tell you! If you want to see that, let me know and I'll pop it into a separate post because it'll be LONG.

But I will say that one big, overarching thing that'll make all this work is that MC reads as really genuine. Her intent matches her actions. I actually go into this in the next chapter in relation to Quinn, but it applies to MC too. I think this would be a super important part of attraction for monsters.

Anyway! Onto the Quinn and MC backstory. I'm happy to answer this because it's not really a spoiler and I don't (yet) have plans to actually write it (it may come up at some point tho). I will put it under the cut, though, if anyone would rather learn this as I drip feed it into the story you won't be spoiled.

MC fell for Quinn first, or at least was able to identify her feelings as romantic, much earlier. They become friends at 15 and it takes MC like, a week, to realise that she's attracted to Quinn physically and then another one to work out that she's interested romantically too. MC is into a lot of people, so this isn't particularly groundbreaking or intense at first, but when her feelings start to grow beyond casual attraction, things get more serious.

Teenage Quinn was hella repressed (in soft, as it began, she's having some serious Gay Panic but doesn't have the emotional framework to describe it) and also didn't have a bunch of friends, so didn't actually understand that her feelings for MC were romantic. She just Really Likes this girl and has funny feelings around her, so what? They're just besties. Besides, MC could have anyone she wanted and if she was into Quinn, surely she would've said something, right? Right?!?

Meanwhile, MC thinks that Quinn wouldn't be interested and that she has wayyyy too much to deal with already without adding her best friend having a crush on her on top of it all (this is the beginning of MC acting in what she thinks are Quinn's best interests and trying to spare her feelings), so she doesn't say anything. She thinks can read Quinn pretty well at this point, surely she'd be able to tell if Quinn was into her because she'd start acting differently, right? Right?!?

This all comes to a head in MC's bedroom when they're both 16, so a year into the friendship. It is not very romantic - they're passing a bottle of chambord stolen from MC's parents between them and simultaneously feeling very drunk from the alcohol and very sick from all of the sugar, they've just finished trying to scrub said liqueur from the carpet because Quinn accidently knocked it over and now there's a stain in the pile, it's a school night, the second Twilight movie is playing on MC's TV and Bella is October, November, December-ing, and MC just looks at Quinn, in ratty pajamas and hair greasy, lips stained purple and eyebags dark under the harsh yellow glow of the ceiling light and just... blurts it all out.

Quinn doesn't get to respond until the next morning, though, because MC follows the confession up by vomiting all over the carpet and the caretaking and clean-up that follows takes at least half an hour, and then MC falls asleep.

[courtneykistheway]

I always hate to admit it, but I'm feeling a bit burnt out with writing right now. It doesn't happen very often, but I'm blaming it on my period. Also, I got it on mischief night/Halloween so I think that means I got a power up for the rest of the year. I need it. I turn 30 in December and I've been freaking out, even though I told myself I wasn't going to.

My notebook plotting is going well though. I'm not writing exactly, as it's just plotting, but it's still words on a page that will become a story. I started with the characters first, with their backstories and traits etc. The story has started to take shape around the characters which is cool to see. I have the two main characters halfway done, but there's still so much to explore. As well, there's so much that's going to happen on the page surrounding the main plot that I can't foresee, and don't want to try to future-see about, but that's just me.

Again. Patience. I'm trying not to push it like I was. writing for 12-14 hours a day does feed something in me, but I can't deny that it's unhealthy. I forget to eat tbh but I've been doing well the past few days with taking breaks in between and doing other activities and stuff.

Today I've been watching a lot of movies (scary/disturbing stuff for Halloween) and I've been trying to pay attention to the characters, especially how their character traits affect their actions and reactions to situations. I'm going to continue on, and I think I'll start asking myself:

How would characters A and B act here? What would they do if they were together, or apart, or with other characters from the world?

I think tomorrow I'll post a photo of how I'm doing my character trait lists for my notebook plotting. My partner suggested it, and I actually listened for once. Of course, it's working out wonderfully, and I should have listened sooner.

I ordered a scooter today and rode around on my partners for a while. It was super fun, and I haven't felt so active and alive in a long time. It reminded me of what's out there if I get off my ass and go outside for once. I get afraid to leave the house, and it's been that way since 2020. Not because of what happened in the world, but other reasons that I won't go into in this post. Anyways. I'm excited to ride the scooter everyday. It's going to make transportation hella easier and give me more time to write so I'm not spending it all traveling .

I sold my soul to Amazon to work in the warehouse at ungodly hours but I got a shoe credit and got Timberland boots for less than 8$ so I'm happy.

Honestly, today was a good day, and I'm grateful.

[thegheistmistress]

{OOC Rambles - Characters/Groups I'd LOVE to interact with - RP Blog Rules}

{Not even gonna lie, I have a LIST of characters I'd love to interact with, but if not, it's perfectly fine and I wanna rant about them. Here it is, enjoy my list, and the fact it's technically all Batman characters/DC related ones is fun-}

{Also I apologize for a LONG post, but I'm in ramble mood-}

~==Characters I'd LOVE interacting with at some point==~

-Batman Characters-

Riddler, {Due to interacting with a few/one that I'm pretty sure was pretty chill}, Scarecrow {Same deal, honestly also Crane is hella interesting}, Black Mask {I know one I haven't interacted with in a LONG time, love 'em}, Prof. Hugo Strange {Not even just because of my OCs backstory, I love and hate Strange, in a good way}, Two-Face {Cause it'd be very interesting}, Penguin {I blame loving how Gotham had him, but I'll interact with any version honestly}

Poison Ivy {Honestly, I just love Ivy as a character}, Harley {I'd prefer the version of her who isn't with the Joker, cause honestly Harley/Ivy is best couple}, Music Meister {Honest. TO. Gods. I LOVE this character}, Jeramiah Arkham {I blame a OLD RP I did somewhere else, they were pretty cool, even if my character HATED his guts.}

Mad Hatter {Any version is good, honestly, just I stay away from the creepy versions of them, aka where it goes into territory that me no likey/aka really perverted for some reason??}, Red Hood {I love Jason Todd, he's such a shit-}

The Court of Owls {O.M.F.G. I love the group as a whole, it also SCARES me, which is good}, Professor Pyg {Dude scares the shit outta me, honestly, but he fascinates me as a villain.}, Bookworm {I love a lot of the old Batman Villains, he's one of them}, Louie The Liliac {Idk what it is with guys with coloured suits-}

The Flamingo {I recently found out about this guy and I'm like- BRUH}. James Gordon {I mean come on, my character is meant to work at the GCPD, this would be fun and interesting}, Harvey Bullock {Again, pretty sure my character would know him, but it'd be up to whoever is playing him on how he feels about her},

Mr. Freeze {This man has ALL my sympathy, I love how he got his ending in the main Arkham Games, let this man be fuckin' happy-}, Catwoman {She'd be pretty cool to interact with}, Lyle Bolton {I remembered RPing with someone as him and I loved interacting with them}

Any of the Batman honestly, and their allies, they're all wonderful, and I love it when people play multiple characters, heroes, villains, all of them.

-In General DC Characters-

John Constantine {I blame a friend for getting me into him and HONEST to GODS, this right bastard of a man has been living rent free in my head for the last few weeks, all cause he kicked down the door and said he's staying-}, Zatanna {Love her, she's cool}, Any Green Lanterns {Big fan of them}. I'll add more to here as time goes on.

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{Whew, that's a list. But, I honestly would love any characters, I mostly do DC characters, BUT depending on the fandom, I will do Marvel though I know NOTHING about it minus some stuff. Any superhero characters, super villain, anti-heros, etc. all game for RP, even OCs in Gotham City in general or the DC Universe as whole}

{Whenever RPs start, just ask for rules since it will be different per session, but in general it's these as the in general interaction rules.}

No killing my character{s} without consent. {That should be obvious, it's no fun if the only character I got is dead}

2. No Mary Sues for the love of all that's holy. No one is perfect and like, I know my limitations since I want to have FUN.

3. No god-modding. {The only information that should be known really is she works at the GCPD, other information like Strange knowing is moreso from old stuff that happened and I enjoyed it, hence fuel for any of those characters to use for RPs}

4. Don't rail road the rps into uncomfortable situations, aka uncomfy irl, and control my character without consent. (Unless its a defined path/part we both have agreed to do).

5. If I say something is uncomfy to me during a RP, like OOC uncomfy, I'd rather it not continue.

6. I know y'all got traumatized characters, she's def one now, but if ya do stuff involving certain ones tag it accordingly/spoiler/allude loosely to it cause I got peeps who I follow that don't need to see that.

7. Any 'spicy' things are automatically fade to black if approved at the earliest point, mostly cause again, got peeps who don't need to see it and I just want a fade to black cause I'd rather continue from an after-point.

8. No sudden shipping, ask me about it first. {I'm perfectly fine with wholesome shipping/Fluff/Angst, that stuff is 100% fine. Cause it's hella nice and fun, and in the past she's actually been shipped with Riddler and Scarecrow, I DO remember that, but she doesn't always have to be shipped, being friends with characters first and chemistry between them is important before leaning to sailing that shipping to them.} {Now, if an old muse shows up and they happen to be one I shipped her with, absolutely you're allow to bring that ship back}

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{Other than that, there's specific rules for specific RPs that'll pop up, have a lovely day, ya'll.~ If I forgot anything, just let me know.}

[cdroloisms]

honestly, when it comes to a c!dream backstory, it's so far in the realm in speculation and headcanon that i hate to set any specific rules. i think it's something that everyone's gonna see pretty differently, and that it's not particularly important outside of the realm of speculation--when it comes to analysis, especially, i try to keep to the events on the server. so take everything here in my original post and in my response with a grain of salt

that being said, these characters join the dream smp more or less fully formed and a backstory is referenced for a few characters, with varying degrees of importance (for example, fundy and wilbur's shared history, philza and wilbur's shared history, tommy and wilbur's shared history, philza and techno's shared history, etc all set before the dream smp begins are very important to all characters mentioned) and while it wasn't ever expanded on, it was actually mentioned that c!dream did have a sort of backstory in mind at one point by the cc. (tbh, tho, it wasnt even what cc!dream said that inspired some of this speculation as much as the comparison cc!sam made to joe goldberg that one time, the villain protagonist of You) it's never something i'd consider as a particularly analytic approach to the lore, but as far as some fun speculation abt certain idiosyncrasies about the character, i'm totally down

anyway. with all that out of the way, i would. absolutely not ascribe what i was talking about to autism, or any other neurodevelopmental disorder. sure, a preoccupation with rules alone is one thing, as well as natural conflict when an interpretation of rules doesn't quite align with unspoken social norms or a level of neuroticism, but i would hardly say that a preoccupation with punishment has. anything to do with autism. the points about rules and neuroticism were made in the context of a conversation more focused on the consequences for breaking a rule than the presence of rule-following behavior in and of itself. navigating life through rules can be characteristic of autistic people, but it's certainly not a trait singular to only one group of people, and c!dream's deal with rules doesn't exist independently of his deal with control and paranoia. etc.

also, to be honest, there's the idea of c!dream-as-enforcer and then there's c!dream-as-meddler. and while the former definitely happens a few times, it's not really until exile where we really see the idea of him being an enforcer take over? which speaks less to it being about rules and rule following in itself (especially bc no stealing and no griefing had long since been all but gotten rid of as far as rules on the server) -- a lot of the conflicts before manberg/pogtopia had c!dream involved mostly because he got dragged in through his stuff or whatever. even in the cases where he didn't, such as when he meddled by being involved in both sides in the pet war or the initial disc war conflict, i don't really think he or anyone was treating him as the end-all be-all authority there. sure, there we can see his control issues flare up and a degree of the rules/punishment worldview i brought up in the original post, but ehhh ifl c!dream acting specifically as an enforcer gets hella overexaggerated. (the points about the iron farm and the villagers and schlatt were kind of messy in 2020 and still kind of messy now, so i'll talk abt them if need be but man sometimes i really wish tommy just got tubbo to read the rules doc before he joined LOLLLL)

just to clarify, the point i was making wasn't the. presence of punishment. obviously negative and positive reinforcement, operant conditioning, exists across the server and is a way of looking at quite literally everything ever. c!sapnap killing like everyone's pets was pretty damn powerful negative reinforcement which worked to keep people from pissing him the hell off with accessible pets around, lol. (cracks up about nichael again ... sorry) -- and obviously people escalated pretty universally across the dream smp, which was part of the point made in the finale. violence begets violence, we've had this conversation a million times. the thing that i was specifically commenting on, though, isn't the existence of violence or punishment, but very specifically the way c!dream talks about punishment in ways that are pretty unique to his character and the limits that exist on positive/negative reinforcement when he uses it.

like, everyone uses positive and negative reinforcement. not everyone has the same limits they set on how they use it, though. certainly not every character did exile to Teach c!Tommy How To Behave, and it was also decided pretty damn universally as being a fucked up thing to do because of the limits people place on themselves as far as the actions they'll take. which was kind of the original point of the post--what is "acceptable" to people is often a product of what they're taught, and when someone has a worldview that manages to come up with exile as an acceptable way of teaching someone to behave, it raises the question of where that comes from. exile also isn't like, the Worst example of punishment that exists on the server, not when we have torture and murder explicitly used as means of getting people to be too scared to fuck with you and force them to do what you want, etc, but i think that the specific framing of exile as being about the idea of teaching c!tommy through punishment is pretty unique to c!dream. c!quackity certainly wasn't going at an angle of teaching c!dream to behave when he tortured c!dream in the prison, and even c!sam--a character who definitely used systems of well. mostly punishment to try and influence c!dream's behavior--never came from a perspective of actually teaching c!dream through these methods. c!dream was categorically evil, etc; the punishment was just a way to try and control the monster.

i mean, this is all speculative. just a throughline that can be seen about how 1) c!dream talks about exile and 2) how c!dream talks about his own imprisonment and ties in some odd and end character traits, is an extension of his "ends justifies the means" mindset, that one time he described himself as a humanitarian, even how he approached daedalus from the perspective of trying to teach c!sam. and sure, it's far from the only explanation and it's easy to say that he's just telling people what they want to hear, but...the idea of revenge is common on the server, sure. but revenge and then "oh no it's fine bc they Learned Their Lesson" ???? hell no lmao no one thinks like that ??? part of the whole point with the cycle of violence is that trying to make it even ensured that it was never even. it's hard to say that c!dream talking about punishment as a means of teaching people to behave is simply something he's saying to convince other people, when said other people don't. seem to approach problems from that point of view. putting c!dream in the prison until he learned how to behave was seen as overly c!dream sympathetic ideology, for god's sake! c!bad is one of the few other characters that really went with the "until you behave" angle that comes to mind, and both c!Sam and c!Quackity respond to him like he's crazy for acting like good behavior from c!Dream would mean shit. i'm not saying that c!dream wasn't thinking that maybe the server would consider the prison as a means of rehabilitating him and that sentiment towards him would calm down once he was "appropriately punished," but frankly that point of view is still very much betraying the issues with how he sees the world moreso than an accurate reflection of how the server sees things. it's just...a fundamentally inaccurate read of how the server would react to himself being locked up, in my opinion, and even if he wasn't consciously going about the prison as a way of punishing himself because He Had Been Bad, in this scenario he is still manufacturing the situation in order to 1) punish himself until 2) he believes that other people would be satisfied by him "learning his lesson" and being good now and 3) constructing this situation in a server that has scarcely ever operated under the idea of 'rehabilitating' a bad person and kind of very much preferred to just get rid of them entirely.

(just as an aside: we do know the reason why the prison was originally built, and not to say word of god is the end-all be-all argument or anything, but even on December 8th when c!Dream was talking about the original prisoner he mentioned someone 1) powerful and 2) hard to kill, which doesn't really align at all with c!Tommy and definitely lines up with what cc!Dream described as being c!Dream's perspective when it came to why the prison was constructed, which i'll throw here. it's true he didn't expect to be in there for that long, and it's true that "raw potatoes" are an acceptable food source (moreso irl than in minecraft, honestly. in minecraft their stats are some of the worst in the whole game.) as in, survivable, for however long he might've expected to stay there. i think it's also true that most people don't think they'll be fine eating nothing but raw potatoes and that it's far from a normal way to think about a situation like the one that he put himself in)

i know that c!Dream's perspective on himself is an understandably fraught topic and that we're all going to have different points of view. however, no matter how conscious c!Dream might be of his own feelings and no matter how he may try to justify himself, staged finale was still an elaborate plan which involved killing himself multiple times and then putting himself completely at the mercy of a server that hated him. he still burned himself in lava over and over again from day one. he still, no matter how many times he may say it's necessary or worth it or just a means of self protection or just a means of making the server what it should be, considers himself an evil person. he still fought back against c!tommy understanding his humanity with statements such as "'Cause I am [the villain] Tommy, I tortured you" and "I haven't changed." he still tells c!Sam that he's just keeping himself in the prison, except for if someone comes around that's truly evil, not like them, and then tells Sam in scrapped lore that Sam isn't like him and Quackity. and he never takes himself out of the prison. At the end of the snake speech, he's the snake that just bites, that has to be dealt with by being put down.

i think that his perspective on himself isn't just any one thing. i agree it's really not that simple, and obviously c!dream's perspective on himself isn't just oh i hate myself so much for being such a bad person and i think i should remove myself from society because i suck. all that being said, c!dream mental illness isn't immune to grappling with the morality of his own actions, and it's just objectively true that this man treats himself like shit. he also obviously does have quite a Thing with himself-as-evil, which wouldn't solely be about how he's perceived or the last finale stream wouldn't have gone the way it did.

anyway. just some thoughts of my own :)

Cdream be like: You can't put yourself in the Prison anymore bc of the woke >:(/lh

That man is a mess like it's facinating how messy his vision of reality is for others and himself

it is fascinating fr, and does remind me of how we'd talk a little bit about how his perspective may betray what kind of environment this guy might've been in pre-dsmp. the stick-up-his-ass about rules and rule-following, the neuroticism about conflict, and the ease with which he jumps to punishment as being the appropriate response to people who cause problems (a perspective that, quite evidently, to a certain extent, does apply to himself, doesn't it?) all seems quite indicative of someone who lived in an environment where punishment being the natural consequence of stepping outside the lines was generally something that went unquestioned. of course, this is speculative, and it's not that a #tragicbackstory is necessary to explain what the fuck is up with c!Dream, and it's hardly about justifying the choice to abuse a teenager into behaving, lmao. but while exile served his goals and exile was a lot of petty, spiteful cruelty for petty, spiteful reasons, i do think there's something to be said about how clearly c!Dream hadn't expected c!Tommy to respond quite so severely to exile and how he thought he would be "fine" with potatoes in the prison and the language he used both about exile and his own early prison stay about shit like "getting better" through punishment. of course, punitive justice as a norm is kind of ingrained in our own society (just look at the rhetoric around deserving in this fandom, lmao, which speaks more than well enough for itself) and of course that reflects onto the dream smp as well, considering how many of the characters talk quite freely about the idea of punishment/deserving/what have you, but few characters are quite as obviously a stickler for rule-following as c!dream and exile and then prison are uhhh definitely on the more extreme end of things. anyway. just some food for thought

[spotlightstudios]

Meant to post this a few hours back, but I ended up writing out 90% of their backstory w/ several paragraphs. Y'all didn't come here for their epic love-story, you're here for art unrelated to this lmao.

All ya gotta know is, Eclipse (left) was meant to die of he hadn't found a companion by the next actual eclipse 20 yrs from his birth. Ichor (right) is a God who was sent to oversee the prophecy being fulfilled, but ended up being a menace and breaking it by saving Eclipse. Due to technicalities, they got betrothed, and through the slowest strangers->friends->lovers story ever, they finally married.

Shenanigans ensue. This is only a piece of Ichor's backstory, and honestly the version of him I normally draw is from long after thr Eclipse Era, but they're still my favorite boys in the whole world :3

[neko-nemesis]

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙛𝙞𝙩?

Diluc Ragnivindr x fem-bodied reader.

❗WARNINGS ❗: MDI (MINORS DON'T INTERACT OR EREN IS COMING FOR Y'ALL), 18+ sexual contents ahead, nsfw, angst at the beginning (read the important note please) , slow burn-ish(?), SPOILER ALERT ⚠️ (Diluc's backstory is revealed a lil) Hurt/comfort, Fighting, Hatefuck, Hard Dom!Diluc x reader (later the mf is soft asf mmm), oral (receiving), fingering, temperature play, degradation, outdoor/public sex, extreme spanking, mask kink (sorry I'm kinda a whore for masks >//<), praise kink (receiving), reverse comfort, making up, emotional!Diluc (idk, I just see him being vulnerable around those he genuinely trusts) anddd I think that's it. Imk if I missed anything.

𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆: 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒎 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2.5k

⚠️ important note: before becoming basically a smut writer, I wrote and was into Angst (a little too much, a little sus?), I still very much am ehe~. Don't mind me posting angst now and then 🤪. On a real note, please remember this is a work of fiction, I have no intention of making a character look bad nor romanticize arguments and problems in relationships. But I will say this, it's very real. No relationships is gonna be 💯%, never. Communication is a must <3 If this may seen triggering, please avoid reading this! I love angst because there's realism in it and writing about it with comforting/spiCy (joking) endings or even reading other amazing writers helps me cope with my own bs. Lemme know what y'all think of this and if I should make more of others. Reading shit like this sometimes is very heavy, so hotties y'all better remember to take care of yourself and remember that you're loved. Mwah 💋 <3

Note : Sooo, Im in the mid of writing something 'bout Albedo 👀 (stay tuned for that babez) so like suddenly I just blink and see that I've written this whole shit about Diluc /j 🧍🏻‍♀️ damn, my bad 🤪 ik hella crazy but it is what it is. Ohhh and I'm literally going on a trip to the beach literally in the morning buuuuut it's about drive, it's about powe- anyway, sorry I lagged irl. As I was saying, fuck sleeping 😩🤟 (/j, please don't be like my dumbass.) LEMME KNOW Y'ALL'S THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS as this is my first angst here and if I should continue 👽 and uh, oh yeah THANK YOU FOR THE INSANE AMOUNT OF FUCKING SUPPORT, BRO WHAT?!!?!! YALL GOT ME CRYING AND SHIT. THANK YOUSM 💓🫂 UDRHJEDJ okay enough, I realize how long this is getting, Oop$. Reblogs and notes are appreciated alot!! Suggestions/requests are very much open. (Ya gal's a little empty in the head sometimes, it's very much appreciated too >//<) Aite I'll shutup now though lmaojshdj- (-_-;)・・・

You stare off into the distance, you felt sick and lonely. You felt hurt. This is not what should've happened. You and him were supposed to be happy. Your hand digging into the flesh of your palm, leaving a crescent mark caused by your nails. The events from 2 days ago left you restless and emotionally exhausted in the middle of the forest.

You understood being in a relationship with none other than Diluc was not going to be rainbows and unicorns, you understood he disliked PDA, wanting to keep his reputation clean and just in general wanting to keep what you two share behind the comfortable door of the Dawn winery. But for the past few weeks, you felt as though you were getting ignored, just totally shoved to the side like it's nothing. Waking up to find the cold bed empty is not something new to you but doesn't mean it hurts any less everytime. You tried to understand his problems and tried somewhat of a helping hand to him but only to get pushed aside.

"Thank you for the offer dear but I'm fine."

"I'd like to do my work in peace, I hope you understand."

"Please shut the door behind you."

Biting your lips hard and blinking away the tears, you went on, letting him be and carrying on. You were a ticking bomb, tolerating things until you couldn't anymore. You weren't asking for much, you wanted to be in a more committed relationship, like marriage. You both weren't getting any younger and have been together for years now yet Diluc didn't see the necessities of that. You accepted that too. You weren't asking for much. Just his love and time was enough but unfortunately you were deprived of them too.

Your hands slam hard on the table, "Diluc I can't explain this enough, can you not see it for yourself how distant you've been?" You yell, being already tired of the argument. From all the stress and burden of running the Tavern and being the Darknight Hero by night has already taken a toll on him. And the start of an argument with you was the last straw. Cutting the string from which he was barely hanging on. "I don't have time for this." He mumbles, walking past you but you didn't cave in this time, you raised your hand and block his way. "You don't have time for anything anymore. It's now or never! You're not going anywhere, Diluc." You say, shaky voice and fury dancing in your eyes, "it takes two for a relationship! Two goddamnit!" You say, your hand weakly hits him in the chest, "I feel like I don't exist! You're overworking yourself and I want the fucking best for you-"

"Oh? you do?" He asks, mockingly, all self restraint going out the window. "Because hearing you complain like this rather tells me a different story." You cock up your brows in irritation, "Oh so now, caring about your health is complaining. You're being ridiculous" you gritted your teeth, Diluc now standing so close to you that it was almost comforting. What changed it though was the fact he leaned down enough to be inches away from your face as he chuckles, you can tell he's angry. "You don't understand anything, do you y/n? You do know well enough I need to be present in order for my business to run smoothly and by night, Im around Mondstadt making sure the civilians are safe because I'd be damned if I ever trust the Knights of Favonius ever again." He snarled, making you nervous but from the adrenaline rush, your anger didn't falter. "Say Diluc, where do I fit? Hmm?" You ask, diluc pauses and you can see the conflict behind his crimson eyes, he was taking far too long to reply to you. Well then, I guess you had your answer.

You look away for the first time and laugh as you realize how dull you started to feel. Visually it seemed like the colours around you drained and now only darkness took over. Without another word, you run out the door faster than you ever had and mindlessly without a sense of direction, you ran. You ran and ran, from between the grapevines, then through the forest. Only stopping as you gasped for air. Your lungs screamed for oxygen, your legs ached but that wasn't even the worst part.

You never heard him chasing after you, to stop you from leaving and it crushed you.

Now here you were, heartbroken in the whispering woods, picking up lampgrass flowers lazily, for what reason? you don't know. Maybe they reminded you of him. You laugh at yourself from how ridiculous all of this was getting. You hadn't dare to step inside the city nor go anywhere around the dawn winery in the past 2 days. The nature became your home, dipping in the lakes, sleeping under the open sky and living off of fruits and meals cooked on the camp fire. You just don't know what to do. Is this the end?

Are you two officially..broken up? Just like that? You remember everything back every moment and think if you became just too overbearing, s high maintenance person. If you were expecting too much, if this is all your fault.

Tears fill up your eyes again as you held your face in your hands, stopping yourself from another crying session. Footsteps could you heard and you felt unnerved. Your head shot up and looked around frantically, standing up fast and grabbing your weapon. Before you knew it though, red consumed your line of vision and the dull blade you had in your hands, which you were clutching onto for dear life goes flying off to somewhere you can never find it again as your back hits a tree. You yelp in shock, you weren't hurt though. Not when the familiar warm arms held your back and no matter how hard the impact was, you were shield from the blow. Your eyes widening as the face of the man you love stares back at you, the only difference was the mask he had on. His chest heaving for air but still, his expression of rage never falters. "You could've gotten yourself killed!" He yells at your face, your head roll to the side as a weak chuckle escapes from your mouth, "ah, the dark knight hero. You're suddenly very caring-" "Enough already!"

He huffs out air in frustration. You look past him as you tried to struggle out of his hold. "let fucking go, Ragnivindr." your loud voice rings out into the woods, radio silence taking over as his eyes watches you struggle, you could barely push him away. "You're not going anywhere." He mumbles, lowly.

"Just fucking go, leave me alone, fucking go away- go leave leav-" "fuck you." That was the last thing he says before his lips shuts you up soon enough. The kiss was anything but gentle. It was filled rage and hate. Messy and desperate yet the relief washing over Diluc made him light headed. Teeth clattering at times but most importantly, both of you fought for dominance, diluc's teeth often sinking down on your bottom lip as you try to pull away to breathe. "Fuck-" you tried to speak, "stop- I need to b-breathe." Pulling away for a second as the long string of saliva dripped down his chin, diluc could say one thing. "You don't need to, sweetheart." You almost agreed with him. From how desperate his lips kept getting on yours, felt like you were breathing for the first time ever after so long. You felt Alive in his arms.

Soon he pulls away, both of you were panting for air but Diluc left you no chance for that as soon as you both pulled away, your body was used like a rag doll as he now had you turned around and bend over. "Wai-" you were off by the sound of your dress getting torn up along with your underwear. You gasp as you felt his warm hand smacked your ass hard. "Now- say.." he begins, rubbing his hand on your bum to sooth out the pain as your lips trembled. "What should I even do to you." You hear him say next right beside your ear. You tried to speak but the exhaustion was catching upto you. "You ran away, you ran away from me." He mutters, using his vision to warm him his hands more as then proceeds to smack your ass harder than the last. The heat from his palm had you gasping for air. He groans at your cute little expressions and tears before chuckling as he notices your arousal dripping down your thighs, "I've just now hurt you and you're getting off to this?" He mumbles, his voice darkening with lust, amused even though it was not the first time, "Disgusting little whore." Again proceeding to hit you harder as you let out choked cries out of pleasure. "S-shut up" you cry out. Tears flowing down your face, which made diluc look fondly at you for a second before a small smirk creeps up on his handsome face, his mask making him look more ominous. "Oh yeah?" He asks, "it's pathetic to see you under the impression that you have any say in this?" He questions you as if you were stupid. You felt so little under his burning gaze but it turned you on so much more. You hardly can remember when was the time you both last had sex but this, you weren't complaining but doesn't mean you'll be obedient.

"Of-ofcourse I have a say in this!" You snap, his head lilts to look at you and Archons, you regret whatever you said. Darkness consumed the man's face. "Want to repeat that, darling?" He asks, in a mocking loving tone. You notice his jaw clenched under the moonlight. "I-"

The next moments were blurry. When you were back to your senses, you realized your body was barely covered by anything, the remains of your clothing on you barely did shit but you could hardly care about it as your head was now in the clouds. Under the tree, Diluc had his tongue buried deep inside your cunt, as your head lay in the grass. Though your hips were raised enough for the man to eat you out like a starved stray animal. The filthy scene as you glanced up had you clamping down on the wet muscle of his tongue. "Fuck, you taste good." His words came out muffled as he tried to dig in his face even deeper, not even taking a second away to breathe. It was like the man was really parched for days. He hummed as all he could think of in his head was to lap up all the juices that leaked out of you and drink you up. "S-slow down!" You tried to stop him, your hand raising up and clutching onto his hair as your tried to push his head away only to have him moan and lick and suck more greedily. Soon his gloved fingers accompanied and slipped inside you with ease and started pumping in and out of you with a rough pace. His groans vibrated on your weak spots, making you let out incoherent lines as you could barely think straight. "Cum on my tongue, fucking- give it to me now." He demands as he pulls away with a pop from sucking on your clit harshly, as if on cue, you let out a gutteral moan and silence scream staying frozen on your features for a bit as your eyes rolls back from the intensity. "Atta girl, aren't you precious?" he praises you as he smiles, feeling his heart flutter by seeing you so ruined, by him and for him only. "there's my good girl, my baby." Lifting you up, you barely had the time to catch your breath as his arm grips on your hip hard enough to have control and slams you down on his hard cock. The sudden stretch was not something you were prepared for, it made you tremble in his arms as he whines, feeling your insides grip onto him tighter by the second. He starts his brutal pace, fucking you while his mouth finds home between your chest you hug his head for deal life. Then he grips onto your hair, pulling back for you to look at him as his face glows bright red as he stares into your eyes. "Fucking damnit take it" he moans, "take it take it, you dirty little girl A-Archons please, goddamnit make me cum please please" you couldn't help but whimper at him begging, he was so lost, so high off you that he let down all his guards and begged you. "Please cum- cum on me, make me cum, please hahh" by now, he was making barely any sense. He really lost it all, tears forming in his eyes from the immeasurable amount of pleasure of drilling into you while he looks upto yours, you were already sobbing at his harsh thrusts. "You. Are. Mine" he thrusts in slow and deep in-between his words as he drools, slurring on his words as his thrusts becomes sloppier. sucking on your nipples, he whines louder and louder. Muttering your name like a mantra. "Y/n i- fuck I'm close I'm close, I'm gonna cum and you're gonna take it o-okay?" With one last thrust, he emptied himself as he fills you up. From the second intense orgasm, you passed out of exhaustion.

Sometime has gone by and you wake up to the sounds of sniffles. Opening your eyes slowly and adjusting to the lights, you realize it's early morning, right as the sun begin to rise for the start of a new day. You look around and realize you're in the Dawn winery, in Diluc's room. You look to the side to see Diluc, silently crying as his comforting hands slid a warm cloth down your thighs in order to clean you up.

You tried to get up, which catches the attention of your boyfriend finally, he looks away, wiping tears away fast as he slows you down and instead helps you up, bombarding you with questions. "Are you okay love? Do you need something? Are you too sore? You've been out for days, Barbatos knows what on earth you've relied on for food. Are you hungry? Wait let me get adelinde-" you yawn, cracking into a genuine smile, "No I'm alright, stay" your tired hand lift up to caress his cheek and he buries his face into your palm, seeming very touch starved. Without his dark knight hero mask, you noticed how tired he looked, incredibly broken even. It broke your heart to see him like this."What's wrong Diluc?" You ask, concerned.

He couldn't take it anymore, he crumbles.

He crumbles like the day when his father died.

He crumbles like the day kaeya confessed about his dark secrets.

He crumbles like the day he realizes he's truly alone.

He crumbles like the day you left, falling down and never being about to stand back up and run after you.

Pulling you into a deep embrace, he cries his heart out. All of his walls has fallen down over the fear of losing you too and he was not about to watch and stand by to see you gone, like the others.

"I failed you." His voice comes out broken, "I treated you like shit god knows why, i won't- no. I can't CAN'T let you go please, I'm sorry I'm well aware it's selfish of me but just I'm so fucking sorry-" he begs, you coo and brush his hair to calm him down, whispering words of love and acceptance. The sincerity in his words are enough for you. He felt like he doesn't deserve you. Already being forgiven so easily, it hurts him.

This is who he almost lost.

Hugging you tighter, the early morning passed with him kissing you with love and apologies to which you'd reply with acceptance until you fell asleep, being secured and feeling loved again in the arms of whom you wanted only. As for Diluc, he was in the brink of collapsing but he couldn't, wouldn't stop staring at your sleeping form, it was like a fallen angel is in his arms. He couldn't help but let out the cries that re-surfaced again. This time over relief. You came back, you accepted his sins, you forgave him, you took him back with open arms even when you were wounded. And he'd be a damn fool to lose you over his own ignorance. You may have forgiven him but he hasn't, he counts down on days and plans on everything for the upcoming days where he'd do everything in his ability to make up for everything and be worthy for your love again. You are his comfort, you are his home.

He smiles as his eyes darts back to look at the little box in the nightstand before looking back at your sleeping form.

"And the day starts from today." He thinks to himself, as he falls into deep slumber on top of you, holding you and never planning to let go.

xxx

Edit: forgot to mention how much of a whore I am for this man, alright that's all. Thank you for listening to my tedtalk, love you guys <3

[cataclysmofthemasses]

*Sees your reply to that Anon asking for an Astroturtle smut fic. Me, who has some explicit headcanons for the pairing* Oh no, please don’t judge me.

Seriously though I enjoy reading your TMS stories. The Astroturtle ones are my favorite. I have to ask, out of curiosity, do you plan on writing more Astroturtle stories? No I don’t mean ones with smut. I assume that’s not your thing.

Also, I’ve noticed that Mallard has become one of your favorites. Does this imply any possible fanfics starring him?

Hi anon! Nice to see ya :D

Future Cata here: this post is long, sorry! I tend to get excited and ramble :')

Not judging, honestly, as long as you don't go "hEY WRITE SOME SEX AND MAKE IT STEAMY" or drop into my inbox with "WatchMojo Top 10 Astroturtle Smut Headcanons" lmao.

I'm... well, see, on one hand I'm soooorta trying to figure out how to branch out into explicit stuff? Because a good author should be able to cover just about all major themes and topics? But also I'm definitely not taking requests for it (ever, do not ask @/people who think they can get away with it), I'm probably never going to publish it because I uniformly suck at it, and definitely not before I turn 18. So we can generalize and say "not my thing", it's not really my cup of tea so :').

(What is my cup of tea? Screaming into a Keep Notes draft and stacking as much trauma as I can on all my favorite characters to try to work through massive internalized homophobia/transphobia... Yeah, I've realized I have a "type", at least recently. Please give me good fluff fic ideas so I can write happy things again...)

Anyways, on to your questions!

Fun fact! I started an Astroturtle long fic draft like, after Season 3. It's been rotting in my works, maybe 1/3-1/4 complete, for over a year now, and I can't see myself getting back to it. A friend and I had planned it out together; now that we've fallen out massively, it further buried my already low desire to work on the fic. I could post what I have, but it feels disingenuous to pass it off as completely my own, and I don't want to stir up shit again with my former friend. Besides, it's not my best work (at least imo).

As for future Astroturtle fics, I do want to get back into writing them! But I also have a couple of other fics I'm working on. Hold on, lemme grab them. Not all are TMS though... Most aren't actually :')

- DSMP rewrite fic (Lies the Rebels Told Us, being updated as I write chapters which is HELLA slow but I definitely wanna get back into it. It's on Ao3 under my alt aphotic-serendipity. Fair warning, it's Schlatt-centric - I know a lot of people are not okay with him even as a character, so...)

- Definitely-never-gonna-be-canon oneshot of two of my favorite characters in a sorta-fringe game that people don't really write about. (King's Raid. It's so much fun, I love it, if you play I'll love you and give you tips and obsess over it indeterminately.)

- Backstory fic for my favorite RP character rn. (Probably never leaving that RP group tho bc I wouldn't have an audience, but I adore Shiloh, even if he'd hate me irl.)

- TMS Season 5 "Danganronpa"-esque fic. (Danganronpa in quotes because it is definitely not Danganronpa enough to qualify - you'll be able to tell I have never played the games. Saw another TMSxDangan fic and got inspired because - oh! one of my first followers (on my main, @tmsincorrectquotes ) writes some super cool Danganronpa stuff! tagging @mewmewchann here so you can check her out bc I adore reading Hope's Chains!! - so yea I saw what she's been up to and I thought "hey lemme try that but make it TMS!" haha.)

- One or two vague ideas that might or might not gain traction.

- And I can answer that Mallard question, because guess what? I WROTE A MALLARD ONESHOT A FEW DAYS AGO! It's my first real writing in a while so I'm stupidly proud of myself, bear with me. I'm either going to publish it today or tomorrow, depending on when I force myself to do it and if anyone reads it haha. And I think I have another idea in the works :D

As for Astroturtle... Outside of the aborted fic, I really don't have ideas for them rn - at least, not any I'd see myself writing. I'm always open to good ideas though! I'll definitely think a little more about them in the future and see if I can't get something to snowball :)

I tend to write oneshots in literally one shot, mostly from 11 PM to 2 AM, which does not mesh well with waking up at 4 AM for school (in New Jersey but remote learning at a Swiss university). In addition, life's been kicking me in the ass recently and I have a lot of assignments to do - off the top of my head, I have at least three, if not four, 1000+ word essays and a speech to do for/by next week. That's not saying I'm never going to write again, mind you, but don't expect miracles :')

Also, endnote - I'm so happy people still read my stuff!!! Like, I've had people who tell me over a year later that "oh my god I adored Double Stake or Split and it's made me ship Piquet and look at these headcanons" and I ALWAYS die a little inside from sheer joy. Btw, for anyone who might be so inclined: You can ALWAYS write inspired works from my stuff or draw stuff from it or design things or even animate them if you're that much of a god! Just please tag me (and credit please) so I can see them and simp massively. I love you all, really.

Okay, I've rambled enough. Cata out! o7

[pikachugirltits]

First draft...done! It's done! Hahahaha, the first story I've written in years! It's not that long, it's not particularly polished, I don't even know if anyone other than me would even find it appealing. But it's done!

I have a friend that I'd like to get a first pass opinion on it from, and then I have to figure out if I'm going to host it somewhere and where that is...

But hey, if any of you are actually interested in reading my self-indulgent little fic for my fursona's backstory, let me know and I'll post the link when I get it posted somewhere and tag you in it. I can't promise it's "good"...my writing is hella rusty and I've never done anything quite this horny/kinky before. But I'm still proud of this little fic that just bubbled out of me.

Hey, who was going to tell me that the solution to clearing out the YEARS long writer's block preventing me from writing an actual story was to become a furry and start writing a kinky transformation story to convert my old self-insert OC into my fursona.

[frogmentarii]

QUESTIONS FOR OC CREATORS

Haaaa ok so I am doing this cause i saw @fallout-lou-begas steal it from @tarberrymentats and they both looked like they were havin hella fun so i am commandeering this for my own purposes. So lucky for yall its Emi time (art by the dearest @yesjejunus because yall need to see more of her work)

A) Why are you excited about this character?

Because she's an older woman (57) that breaks a lot of moulds and I love to see it. Aside from just enjoying older characters, Emi isn't a sweet old lady and she isn't here to try and mother anyone. Her drives are entirely her own and while she prioratizes herself and her sister before anyone else, its not always due to complete selfishness and just due to growing up in the wastes (I try to keep her character true to a fend for yourself setting as possible). I think Ill go into detail in another question with this, but I went through a lot of concepts and personalities for Emi before settling on someone who was seasoned and very much a product of the wastes. I think after seeing a lot of other couriers I finally figured out what I wanted to do differently, and that sort of helped guide her to become what she is today.

B) What inspired you to create them?

I think my last line there sort of short answers this. I wanted someone different from the other couriers I saw, and wanted to make one that was distinct or even juxtaposed against some tropes. She's a woman in her late 50s that doesnt try and play mom/granny to the companions, she very much has no stake in what happens to the Mojave, she doesnt care about Benny or that he shot her in the head (such is life in the Mojave, but she did have a job to complete so ripperoni him), and a lot of her motivations are selfish or exist to benefit her sister. She doesnt act 'old' in the fact that she isn't a wise caring soul or a grumpy old man, but rather her age is shown through her experience, and this also shapes her personality. She's never had to formally 'grow up' so she can come off as immature and irritating for her own entertainment, but she doesn't have youthful ignorance for how the world works. She knows how to be responsible but she doesnt have to act like it outwardly, even with her Tragic Caregiver Backstory.

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

To a large degree in the beginning, yes, and to specific degrees now, also yes. Writing in general isnt my strong point though I did know what I wanted for her. The main image is there but the details are funky, and Ive been slowly hammering those out as I work along with her and Camila's stories. There's been some huge changes along the way that help push both of them towards an ending I like and that fits them, and even if it takes forever and I never actually write a fic, I'll be happy when she finally feels completed in New Vegas.

Aside from that, she kind of fits in anywhere in regards to AUs. My friend @yesjejunus and I have probably like 40000 fucking aus for our OCs and all of them feel just as organic and their canon stories.

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

So I know I have an 'original concept Emilia' art on here where she looked like Laura Croft and had aviators but that wasnt even her first concept. I had originally wanted to make a petite southern belle type from Louisiana who used a shot gun and had a mean streak, but as I kept playing with concepts Emi really started to lean other places. Another huge change was her personality. Even when her concept got settled as a sniper from Mexico, she was suppose to be an early 30s caravan guard who was way too sure of herself. While there are reminents of that concept still in her, she has a lot more experience in the wastes and in think-on-your-feet situations to back up her attitude. Another thing she required was dropping her "take me seriously" personality with more goofy "i do what i want cause why not" traits.

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

Emi can get along with anyone at a surface level, for a small while, if it will benefit her or she wants to pass time. She really doesn't have interest in folks who arent interesting or beneficial in some way. Since I don't really offer her much, and am a bit of a wet bag, she might yank my chain for her own funsies or she'd have no interest.

And while I did indeed give Emi my go with the flow attitude, I think I wouldn't be able to keep up with her. Emi is very fast paced and doesnt necessarily have regard for those she decides to pick up as drinking buddies for the night. Def dont trust her with my life, and knowing the shit she gets into I'd def want to steer clear of it....like a trainwreck its much better to watch her from a safe distance, lol.

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

A lot of affection from a meta standpoint? I've worked with Emi and Cam a lot since creating them, and they've def come a long way since their original concepts. I wouldn't say their story is quite where I want it yet, but I am quite happy with it overall.

That, and Ive met so many awesome writers along the way with Emi. Not all of my friends have posted fic but the amount of world building and having our characters interact and talking OCs ive done with them has placed both Emi and their OCs in a special place for me. Sure her having her own story is fun but I much more prefer the bonds Ive created with people over OCs and I think thats a bit more of a cherished component to character creation for me.

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

Literally? That she likes to be irritating if she feels she can get away with it (or even if she cant). Actually? That she has a very "I shelter you and feed you therefore I make the rules, period." stance on how she takes care of her charge. She lets a lot of shit slide with Camila but things get very Rapunzel-esque at times.

H) What trait do you admire most?

How sure of herself she is. Even if its to a fault, she trusts herself and her judgements. That sort of confidence is something I strive to have haha.

To a lesser degree, and more of a meta point I wanted to make with her, just...her appearance I suppose? To me she's attractive, but she also has a lot of traits that aren't conventionally attractive and that's played a lot into how Ive wanted her to be. Again she's 57 years old. She has age to her body, her skin wrinkles and droops, her tits sag, she has the body of someone who uses chems, and yet despite her age and breaking of beauty standards ive made it a point to show that she is desired or thought of as attractive in non fetish specific circumstances. She herself, while aro, also still has an active sex drive and I really wanted this to be a backseat part of her character, as I feel like fandom in general shafts older women in this department (this also goes for a lot of her non 'old lady' traits I give her too). She still has sexual needs and is still very much sexually active, and she is still found to be a regular sort of attractive and is desired by those she gets involved with.

J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

Yes? Ish, to a degree. I didnt have to but I wanted to. I also did a lot of headcanoning with post Mexico for her early life which, afaik is free real estate for lore/nothing super detailed has been given in canon.

Given that she and Camila both shape their stories as individuals, I did have to split up some canon elements to follow two seperate characters, but other than that I really just had to make sure Emilia's story wasnt "boring" in the fact that she again, has no real stake in what happens to Vegas/the Mojave.

I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?

Cackles in 'which au will I obsess with today'

For the most part yes, however I love placing her in new things or different stories. She may be 'my courier' but really shes just the frog granny that goes into whatever au I am feeling at the time.

[ufficiosulretro]

Mercy76Week || DAY 1: “Firsts” || DAY 2: “Support” (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

An Angel. Literally. And Jack is taking his role too seriously, seriously. Someone please yell to the Strike Commander that this is how healers work!

I have this headcanon in which Jack acts like this with Angela (overprotective and selfconfident) because he’s not used to have “weak” companions around, if a healer can be considered this way. I mean, back in the old days, for example, as a sniper Ana used to stand in the back, while Reinhardt, Torbjorn and Gabriel, sure, were big tough guys and could pretty defend them selves, I guess. This is how Jack’s mind works in my headcanons until Angela joins Overwatch, because now it’s up to her to crack every single convictions of his, showing him the power of her love and the strenght of her courage (she’s facing her worst fear, remember? I mean WAR! Which killed her parents, you know!!!) This comic basically talks about this and I hope you’re enjoying it even if it has little sense.

p.s. I’m late, sorry.

[spadesofthecards]

DARK THEMES, GORE, AND BAD BAD MOJO IN THIS POST. TREAD WITH CAUTION. LIKE REALLY, DON'T READ IF YOU GET TRIGGERED EASILY.

I WARNED YOU

Master Attendant OC, Kaneko Hisato. Food Soul contracted; Realgar Wine.

rough idea for a new Master Attendant i had. well, its sorta an au, where realgar wine is hella deadly with his contracts and such. (thanks people of the food fantasy lore discord with talking about him with me!) I have a fic im writing that I'll post here about their relationship and backstory. But, to sorta sum it up (lol sum it up, this is long af):

Kaneko Hisato is his name (its a japanese name, so last name first), which his last name means golden child, his first means "a long lived person". its supposed to be an ironic name lol. his first and only food soul he owns is realgar wine, and oh boy is the relationship they have litteraly more toxic than realgar himself. Hisato is a really really fucked up man. His beloved grandma, who was practically his mother as well as an Master Attendant herself, had summoned realgar wine and seen first hand what realgars contract does to a person as it kills them.

so of course, when Hisato's first food soul is realgar, he is pissed. so much so, in fact, that he actually tried to murder realgar when he realized who he was, and oh wouldn't ya know realgars blood is practically acid and burns his skin. like a lot. face, chest, arm, and the hand he stabbed realgar with, its now almost all bone, retaining just enough muscle and tendons to be semi functional.

anyway, now that its sunk in that his life as a master Attendant is now ruined before it even really began, Hisato is a really really bad dude. Abuses the hell out of realgar, who at this point has pretty much given up on finding a master Attendant that wont shun him, tries everything he can to break their contract, even if it could mean killing himself and blames realgar for his actions and his twisted motivations to blame every single near death scenario he ends up in as realgars fault, calls him names, lets his anger out on him in several ways, just... some really REALLY fucked up shit.

Now, I do this because i love realgar, and i also love characters that are so dangerous, to themselves and especially those around them. That, and i realize that this is not in any way shown in the actual food Fantasy game, and i really doubt they will go this dark (but if they do im all for it lol). I sorta think of this; the toxic contracts that slowly kill ma's, this MA and his behaviors, all of this as a sort of different, more darker version of food fantasy, with the only connection really being the general design of realgar. just wanted to clarify that part ahhshs.

but yeah, look out for that fic i mentioned, I will be posting that here soon. hopefully. it will be a dark, triggering, etc fic, so if the hints ive given here about some stuff you dont like, then i would not recommend reading it. of course, I'll put a disclamer on that post too, lol. wanna keep the kiddos safe XD

[jayindomiinus]

OH MY GOD wow an actual fullbody of him.

Took me fuckin ages because I never had a damn coat design for him until now

This is one of my main ocs, Vehement!

His full name is Vehement Louis Galleon Rijk (hella mouthful)

He's a part of my fictional world planet Unlymariijah, from one of the six divisions known at Cryptic Division.

He's roughly 21 Unlymariijan years old (1 Unlymariijah year is 13 Earth years so he's more like 273 or something), he's a legend in Unlymariijah known as "the Heartless Hauteur".

He's really not too menacing, just a cynical gay alcoholic who likes wearing gold jewelry really.

His cleavers got a revamp too which I'm actually quite satisfied with. This shit took me ages.

He's been in the works for a really long time, so I hope whomever this post reaches enjoys my boy in all his glory.

I honestly won't put his backstory in here because he's done a lot in his life and it's a long fuckin story. Eventually I'm sure I'll throw more info out into the void.