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angeltuesday · 3 years ago

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Stories that I have been and still am utterly obsessed with

An in posterity list of all the fics that have caused me to read on buses, not study and take extra long walks to think about.

The Life and Times by Jewels5 - The one the only. Opened the flood gates. A religious experience and the first fan fiction I ever read. Theres just something magical about it.

And the Wolves All Cry by monroeslittle - All i can say is I started this at night during dissertation season, read it on the bus to the library and for hours at the library, then gave up before even opening my dis and went home to keep reading.

The Bet by @smileyjily - j'adore. so so many great themes, games and side characters. Marlene’s articles have a spacial place in my brain.

An Unhealthy Fixation With Aurors by Oynnej - An A* plot and the most badass Lily Iv come across.

What Are You Doing To Me? by @tiffanytoms - Had me in a chokehold. Would cheek updates daily. Perfect ratio of smut, angst, mystery and fluff.

Stay Here Tonight by monroeslittle - Every single thing Monroeslittle writes in insanely good. Muggle Lily and wizard James au

Sunshine in My Eyes by monroeslittle - Same applies. James and Lily are childhood friends. Another Lily being incredibly badass story.

Love and Other Tragedies by Fancyeyes - Fantastic plot, strong Lily and one of the best oc’s ever created.

All Over Again by Lili Evans dotcom - Cant really remember but there was an epic twist and if something makes me cry it makes the list.

We Used to be Friends by baguette2016 - I love Jily and Veronica Mars is my favourite TV show.

Among Her Least Favorite People by NajwaBarlaam - The first half of this just did something to me (I love pain apparently) I didn’t love where the second half went and maybe thats why I obsessively thought of other ways it could have gone.

Runaway Love by WhtChoc - I think I had just read one too many sweet canon stories and this was a shock to the system that rocked me. Very different from the usual Jily. Less a Jily story more just a story

If We Never Meet Again by thequibblah - I was in a fanfic slump and thought that maybe I had just read everything I was going to like when I stumbled across this and read it until it got light.

One shots/drabels

Filthy by knapsackparachute - I want more. Smut with moral quandary?...

Vindicated by @missgryffin - I Want MORE. A* plot and second chance jily.

the stones that slow your feet by @argyledpenguin aka Monroselittle - If its not already clear I am in love with everything she writes.

Let's do something you're not supposed to by Oynnej - all of Oynnej’s stuff in quickly fun.

Tempestuous by Jasu - Cant super put my finger on it but I read it then forgot the name and then spent an hour trying to find it so it must have had a something something to it.

WIP’s

Secret Keeper by missgryffin - Im currently obsessed with, the one im checking up on compulsively and waking up to read when the notifications comes in late at night.

and all the pieces fall by - @downn-in-flames Had to google synonyms for obsessed: hounded, tormented, consumed and bedevilled.

These Cruel Delights by @chiechie97 - I grew up in fashion and its fun to see a world I know + the chemistry is hot.

Come What May by @cesays - More synonyms beguiled and bewitched. A Moulin Rouge au

Controlled Addiction by @hogwartslivy - Love the concept, imagery and drama.

to love, softly by @theesteemedladydebourgh - Only two chapters but Im hooked

Eternal Summer by missgryffin - So fun to see a Hogwarts fic where they are actually a couple and not just the build up.

Tiny Miracles by Chiechie97 - Love me a surprise baby

Stories from other ships that are too good not to include

The Fallout by Everythursday- No words, one of my favourite things ever written, ever! I could go on for days about how brilliant it is but I but also couldn’t t because id cry. I didn’t ship dramione before reading it and I still don’t really but I ship everythursday’s version INTENSELY.

Have Heart, My Dear by monroeslittle - Hunger Games au

I dreamed you a sin (and a lie) by monroeslittle - The 100 mafia au with undercover Bellamy and Clark

Love is Not a Whisper (or a weakness) by monroeslittle - The 100 au

#jily #fic recs #jily fic recs #i caught two things this pandemic and one was a hyper fixation #a list to remember all the fic i have loved

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fleshblueberry · 3 years ago

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Babe wake up im going to rant about my ocs lore because im bored

Tw/cw depression, suicide, kidnapping, addiction, unreality

I write angsty stuff for my ocs oops-

When i first started making my characters they were very different in alot of ways and they were very different from what they are now. But i some how managed to glue all the chaos of my ocs together into a semi-coherent story. I went through an insane amount of world building with myself and i honestly dont think ive ever writen or typed any of it out before! its all just up in my head (and you know my memory is trash so ive probably forgotten of alot of things i made before lol). Anyways- i have two main story lines for my characters. Ethan's story, and Vevlet's story. Although i must admit Ethan's story is less complex than velvets simply beacsue it acts as a story of prequeal to Velvets story line. (Alternate realities that happen to have effect on each other basically- we love space time junk)

Ethan's world is very similar to ours, the most similar out of any of my fantasy worlds lol. Ethan's story revolves around self-discovery. I mean for it to be a wholesome/lighthearted thing that quickly leads up to dark undertones (spoilers lol). Ethan's story begins with Eef pre-transition (AFAB to NB). We get to see Ethan learn about themself and have fun exploring emotions and what it means to be alive. Ethan comes from a run-down family (mom khs, dad mia). So he lives with his adoptive parents (who i have yet to design and think about- theyre lesbians 100% though). A major moment for Eef is meeting his partner Seth. As you already know Ethan and Seth are cute ass boyfriends and stuff but guess what! im jammed their story full of angst and edgy shit bc i "wrote" most of this when i was hella depressed! Anyways Seth's family is like moderally welathy, wealthier than most i would say. Seth catches feelings for the emo chick ofc (forgot to metion Eef was definately a hot goth girl before he transitions).... uh yea anyways seth ends up flirting and crushing on eef and eef is like yea sure im bored and sad why not. and they end up dating after a while. Theres an important moment in their relationship when Ethan take Seth to this dead tree. THis dead tree is very important also bc it is where his mother hanged herself, and Ethan doesnt quite remember that bc he was very young when it happened, but he knows it as a place of comfort and he goes there alot when he feels sad or alone. this tree could be taken as symbolizim but heheh ill never tell. anyways Ethan is like yo my fevorite tree and Seth is like wtf okay bro ily and all but why a dead tree with an unstable tire swing?? ANd ethans like idk but i like it here reminds me of my childhood (op my guy) and they spend the night there. Also when ethan comes out to seth as nonbinary seth is just like ok,,, because hes bisexual lol. anyways time skip and Seth has some addiction problems once he graduates, long story short- Ethan doesnt like it bc his dad was a druggie so he trys to help Seth and Seth raises his voice and ethan is tiny compared to his bf so hes naturally like terrified of being hit and he suddenly feels his world of happy and peace he build back up bieng destroyed once again so he heads to his mothers dead tree and decides life isnt worth it anymore, and he hangs himself in the exact spot his mother did.... once seth comes off one of his highs or whatever hes like- oh fuck i yelled and acted agro to my traumatized partner. and he immedatly goes to the tree bc its Ethans favortie spot but its to late. regret is the only emootion anymore... its over for them.

now youre probably wondering how the absolute hell does that tie into velvets lore?? well do i have a tale for you. Velvets sotry begins on her 21st birthday, she is out for drinks with her douchebag bf and her bestfriend. several drinks later she yells over blaring club music shes going to the restroom, and as shes walking back she sees her bf and her bestie making out and she doesnt even say anyhting and walks out alone. She is making her way back to her apartment very tipsy. She then hears a vechile driving beside her, she cant make out anyhting theyre saying and the people in the car get out and before she even relises whats going on shes thrown into the vechile and is being beaten and yelled at. She passes out as theyre driivng to somewhere. When she next awakes she is in a barn-looking place. Concreate walls painted red and straw all over the floor. she cant stand, her legs stung and so did her entire body. for several days- she doesnt know how long she stayed in this place unable to move or do anything. Weak and starving, she gathered up her last bit of strength and hung herself on a low board (havent really worked out the details on that scence bc i keep changing my mind but she does hang herself). Cut to a space of nothingness- legit nothing- exactly its impossible to imagine nothing. In the nothing sits velvet all skin and bone, and then an entity, a hooded figure with long hair, sits next to her. No words are spoke, but the entity looks at velvet longingly. Then it tears out its eye- just full on plunges its hand into its socket and rips it out. bloody mess honestly. the entity hands its eye to velvet, and she takes it. there is no thoughts here, no sound, only actions. Cut once more to a coriners room place? ya know the place with dead bodies and tables and shit- anyways a bright light emerges from dead!vevlets chest and surrounds her entire body. *cue stunned doctor mans* Velvet arises from her death with her scars healed over and... wings. Yup shes an angel now. I mean her world already had monsters and things of suppernatural belonging but- angels are rare. She makes 1 of 2 angels in their relam as of current. Angels are "made" from regrets. Regret overflowing from two sources- one long dead and the other recent. This is where ethan comes in. Ethan's regret from how he died was powerful and sad, powerful enough for his spirt- an entity- to reach Velvets. Velvet too, had much regret in her death. So young and so many things that could have been avoided. In the days following up to her death in the barn/cellar she only felt regret. Regret for all she did and all she didnt do. So much pain summoned the entity. Their powerful forces of regret pulled them together and allowed Velvet to return- but at a price for the both of them. the entity lost its eye- symbolizing a loss of humanity and conscientiousness. While Velvet lost herself, she no longer can view her world in the same way. She has severe ptsd- like episodes and halucinations. She cant go back, she has to live through he own grief. Velvets appearnace also changes quite a bit. Her hair got longer, she has two sleek gray wings on her back, and- one of her eyes are purple now. why does it hrut her to see that eye? why is it all so familiar yet far away. Her human brain can hardly understand all the changes. But she was gifted this- she knows she must try. And luckily for her society sees angels as higher beings. They are given the umost respect but they are also greatly feared because of how misterious their origins are. The only other known angel meets with velvet quite alot through her story, he will act as a sort of guide/plot device to make things a bit easier for myself (havent worked out his lore tho or even a design for him hjbfkjsdb). Anyways im tired and its 1:35 am so thats all the lore you get for now, plus its the stuff ive thought about the most so- i dont really want to think any furtherb ahead yet lol. to many little things to work out...... i love creating but oml typing hurts after an hour or so-

Jam out!

... I don't even know what to say to this

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miiilowo · 4 years ago

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I. Im very curious about the pink haired enderman oc 👉👈 where are they from?? What do they doo?? This is a ramble as much as you want to ask :D

RUBBING MY LITTLE GREMLIN HANDS TOGETHER (also sorry about the late answer, my internet went out as i was writing this)

he’s for an smp im on! :D we decided that we wanted to do rp stuff for fun (hasnt really happened but some characters exist) and i decided to make an enderman character because i just. love them so much

the idea is that one of the smp members went to the end and made an enderman grinder. for whatever reason (havent figured out what the reason is yet) she decided that my funky little guy was special and decided to keep him. kind of like adopting them.

Afterward she made him king of the end because shes a human who thinks she has power over just about everything. for that reason i spent like 3 days building a castle on the server. He does not take his role as a king seriously whatsoever, and never goes to the end. Why, you may be asking?

When you kill the ender dragon you get the achievement ‘free the end’, which doesnt Sound Like Endermen Had A Fun Time, so im just going to assume he has very bad memories associated with that place

since you mentioned it, his hair is not Actually pink, in fact, he’s bald, but he likes color a lot and so he made a wig (plus he wants to fit in with his mom and other people more) ((also my hair is just pink and he’s an adaptation of another persona i have but we can ignore that)). colors and flowers and stuff are something he enjoys because its a nice difference in comparison to the end which is mostly just . beige and black and purple sometimes

He’s relatively good at english, and really loves writing and stories and books!!! i have a groovy lil library in my castle and a notebook/journal i track events of the smp in. im THIS CLOSE to copying the personal poems ive done into a bunch of books and selling them on the server for shits and giggles

My castle is one of the cooler builds on the server so new members stop by and stay there for a while before they head off on their own. so, i decided to turn that into him really wanting people to hang around, but they keep leaving and he gets kinda sad about that. id hate living in a big fucky castle and then peepo just stop by then exit after like 4 days. as a result he now has one crazed little clown friend who he is overly attached to despite her probably not being good for his mental health. theyre. working on that. though. i think. that character belongs to my friend loserchips, aka my best friend and the gal who drew my icon, which is also the enderboy!!!!!!

he has a big pile of gems in his throne room that he is absolutely Not willing to share because ive decided he loves shiny things. He also does have some enderman behavior that ive incorporated into how i play:

- cant go in water unless wearing full armor

- cant be in rain without a hat on at LEAST

- afraid of eye contact/doesnt look people in the eye

- climbs on shit and up the vines all over the castle. this scares people occasionally because hes already tall

- he isnt very good at teleporting and when he does he kind of zaps all over the place. due to chorus fruit i have ended up in countless ravines, creeper holes, roofs, tunnels, and houses against my will. it only worked out ONCE, where i was in a friends bakery, and she said to come upstairs. i ate a chorus fruit absentmindedly and teleported right in front of her. im counting this as him getting better at it

- i also am located in a savannah thats right next to a desert because it never rains there and he likes dry places for obvious reasons

- this was mildly inspired by endermen behavior. hes incredibly docile and friendly, but when he’s pushed a little too far he fucking snaps. the best example of this happening on the smp so far was when someone he was planning to live with forever left the castle, took some of his shit, then proceeded to fuck with him by showing him multiple double chests full of ender pearls. i then set fire to his house. (this character was also just genuinely scary and threatened him and killed him multiple times so i think that counts too. i now have his armor set)

theres a grave in my yard thats just a chest full of ender pearls people have given me because they think itd be funny. i am the main character i do not care

i put a little bit of Me into him, which means he loves to collect a bunch of items. anything he finds even a little cool he keeps. i have so many chests and theyre all so cluttered god help me

once bundles are added im absolutely going to have him carry around a sack of flowers that he gives to people

He has a really pretty royal outfit, and just casually wears it around the castle because he thinks he looks good in it

Also! he has three ‘sons’ which are just endermen i captured and put in boats. two of them i got before i had the enderman character idea. their names are ranboo and ran2. i think that is kind of funny

the third one is named hubert. hes bad at his job of guarding the villager cages

im very tempted to get him an enderman husband that sits in the bedroom or throne room. how the FUCK will i get him up there? i genuinely have no idea, but i know i wanna do it really bad

and some just. random stuff about him. ive been searching for a zombified hoglin named benjamin that i was introduced to on the first day of the server. I Know he exists. Hes in a sewer pipe behind spawn. im one of the few people who knows about his existence, and for the love of all that is holy i CANNOT FIND THE FUCKING HOGLIN and its driving me insane. if we translate this to my character, the only time hes left his castle in like a month is to find a hostile pig creature nobody knows exists and hes been rambling about it searching a swamp for days on end

also if he were living in this world and time, he’d listen to hyperpop and be put into a fucking trance by it because its just So Much on his little enderman brain. so much. i dont like hyperpop really but he Absolutely would

also!!!!!!!!!!! hes very good at knitting! very good! at knitting! the castle was super dull and gray so he decided to spice it up one day and now theres plants and flowers everywhere-alongside a giant carpet of his face. yes this actually exists. i have a rug of my skins face on the floor of one of my rooms. in this room is a bunch of wool and sewing stuff. i like to think he makes his own clothes.

something i forgot to mention is that hes somewhat wary of people, and doesnt like to kill mobs. The clown character i mentioned is a human, but she kind of died and came back to life (totems of undying you know) and as a result he likes her more because in a sense she is somewhat undead. just a cool little character bit i thought was neat :]

i feel like he wants to play an instrument but he cant because his hands are too clunky and big and long

but! anyway, thank you for letting me ramble about my beloved son!!!!!! im thinking of naming him finn, but i might just keep it as milo for simplicities sake. since thats my name. also i thought i should tell you that i had you in mind when i made the ‘if yall wanna talk to me’ post. very poggers

endermen are friend shaped and so is he i promise <3

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mcrmadness · 4 years ago

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Madness draws: my dä fanart from when I had my (arts) comeback in 2018

For years I didn’t draw anything because of a personal (art crisis) and because I simply was studying and working so much I just had no energy left for arts.

In 2018 I was done with schools and studying and dropped out of the school I was in at that moment, and also the horse stable I was working at (school related stuff) was sold and closed its doors so also my work ended. For the first time in almost 5 years I was actually free. The longest holidays I had has was 3 weeks summer holiday in 2016, I think. I had another in 2017 but of that I actually was having health issues (nothing serious) for 2 weeks and then had to be in school for the 3rd one, after which I even got the flu.

So I was SO excited when I finally was free the first day of November in 2018. After I had got enough sleep and rest, I started to find my creativity again. And I started to “daydream” before falling asleep every night, I started to write fanfictions in my head and I started to draw, too. Partially it was also because for the first time in years I had an online friend I enjoyed talking with and we had similar interests, aka dä and Bela/Farin, and that inspired me a lot to draw even more - but unfortunately that friendship did not work out in the end and we’re no longer friends.

Anyway, most of these drawings are very much Bela/Farin related again because I talked about that a lot with this person and I often asked what they’d want to see and then drew it if the idea was something I could carry out.

This is not the first one I drew but maybe the 4th or so. I’m just putting this here first because it’s the most “innocent” aka not too much shippy stuff rubbed into the faces of my followers who don’t care about that. There’s 5 different drawings + 1 comic behind the read more link. All of these, apart from the comic, where drawn into my old sketchbook.

About the drawing above - I didn’t use pencil for these first ones at all yet, I just drew them with the fineliners as I was still a bit rusty as the last time I REALLY drew anything was in 2013 aka over 5 years ago from 2018, so I had to actually look at my old comics and drawings to even figure out how to draw these characters anymore. And I think the last actual time I drew in this style was in 2011 even. And that is very visible from the first 2018′s drawing I did! ↓↓↓

This is the one - and wait, I have an explanation!

So with this person I mentioned, we just constantly had this playful debate over whether Bela is “bottom” or not - and honestly I couldn’t care less about that because I no longer read any fanfics. I do write fanfics - or a fanfic - but only for myself and as an asexual I have never been interested in writing about certain themes so I never need to think about the whole top/bottom stuff anyway. I used to read smut before until I one day just realized it’s SO BORING and uninteresting to read, started skipping all smut scenes and wanted to read fluff but all the fluff was so quickly and badly written because everyone wanted to write smut only, that I was left with absolutely nothing to read. So it was the old story again: I started writing/drawing the stuff I wanted to read and see.

However, back to the top/bottom topic, I always base my opinions with everything over how things are in real life and with these guys, if you look at how they are in interviews and on stage, the dynamics are not just plain black&white. I’ve never seen there anything that would indicate that just one is “top” or “bottom” whatsoever which is why I kept saying imo they’re more like just switching if you listen to their jokes. Remember: I don’t read any fanfiction and don’t give a fuck about smut (lol at the pun) and honestly, even tho I understand those jokes they do and say on stage, I wish not to have any visuals about any of that “activity” in my head.

So, to support my “they switch!” opinion, I drew this, just for fun. And it is the official first drawing I did in 2018. I just needed to fire back bigger than I could do with simple text messages :D

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Moving on. The person in question was very fascinated by the idea that Farin would be a vampire and not Bela (to support their top/bottom views...) which is why I drew this:

Also a very quick one, without sketching anything before drawing with fineliners. This and the first image of this post both are very small in real life actually, the signature is about the same size in every drawing so you can see from that that they are actually pretty small.

Talking of the signature: The funniest thing to me about this IS the signature. Because I was so rusty I didn’t even know how to write it anymore :DDD You can compare it to the signature in the other drawings because in them it’s better. Why it’s so funny to me is because it should say “Aada” but it looks more like “Hella” which means “stove” in Finnish.

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Next one was something I saw in my head and wanted to draw - I think this one was also done without sketching it at first:

Kinda simple, right? :D I just wanted to draw something with heavy shadows and they’re meant to be watching TV at night. I guess it came out pretty okay.

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The next two I drew based on one of my old fanfics I wrote years and years ago. I’m a bit annoyed that I decied to draw these into my SKETCHBOOK when I could have used just paper I use for drawing but I guess I didn’t know yet where I was going to end up with these and drew them into the sketchbook because of that. I thought I didn’t sketch these at first but I have found photos of these with sketched with pencil so that means I started sketching my drawings at this point.

So, back to the fanfic, it’s one of the longer ones I wrote (but still not that long even) and set to happen in the late 80s. There was some drama in the story because of Bela’s drug use and Farin was very harsh and Bela left altogether. For some time they had no idea where each of them were but then one very rainy night they both were on a walk at the same time and happened to stumble upon each other for the first time in weeks or so. I can still see those scenes so vividly in my head and here’s my artistic view over those scenes:

Yes. I love drawing stuff like BRICKS.

I have used my Promarkers with the second image, the paper was not the best for them which is why the black looks awful.

What comes to the image... it really annoys me to look at that because how the FUCK that is something I have drawn? And it’s legit based on something I have written. ME??? Like wtf. My aroace ass just can’t handle me writing/drawing fluff like this. I have days when I need to see fluff more than anything and then have to produce the content because can’t find it from anywhere else and my brain is simultaneously like “flufffff 8))))” and “boohoo whyyyyy how staaaaaph D:” because I am so afraid of being connected to what I draw. Like. If I draw or write fluff, it doesn’t mean I would be a romantic person nor allosexual nor alloromantic, right? Because I can also draw a comic or write a story about a murderer and it doesn’t make me a psychopath either. It’s the exact same thing.

And in fact: I had a comic book character who was called Micro the Insane Murderer because that’s what he was. Also I once wrote a story about a serial killer but she was also insane. But for whatever reason it’s much harder to show people fluff I have written or drawn than my fictional serial killer stuff... I guess people just easier assume that you’re an allo, thanks to anormativity, but usually don’t think you’re a psychopath just because your OC is :D

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The last one is the comic that has a Halloween theme as it was around Halloween and the person I talked with still wanted to see/read something where Farin is the vampire instead. So here’s something that was my first B/F comic in 7 years. I didn’t remember how to do pretty much anything anymore and the coloring is a bit off, and I was really still just trying to figure out how to do all this again :D

At that point I think my head was still filled with fanfiction stuff so the comic also is full of (hurt/comfort) drama - and a long-ass “backstory”. You can see that from this on I have moved to more humorous stories. Sometimes I draw occassional fluffy comics when I’m really on that weird mood (usually 1-2 days/month thanks to the uterus and hormones), but my main focus is on the humour and I wish to make people laugh.

But that’s about it. I think I have now posted everything here, the newer ones I have posted here after drawing them since 2019 but this post is the “missing link” between those old old comics and the newer stuff :D Then I of course have all the other traditional art like potraits and such I did in 2009-2012 which I have never shown here. Maybe I should post those too?

#mcrmadness draws #my dä comics #my fub comics #my dä drawings #dä fanart #die ärzte #belafarin #my OLD dä fanart

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thecourtsknight · 4 years ago

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I already know the answer to 💐 for alexandra but I need you to tell the public anyways. also, 🥀 for alexandra as well, 🌠 for quill (I think quill's a level 8 Baby), 💦 for stag, and 🌳 for rufus

TELL THE PU BL IC WHAT??? THAT SHES A BRAT?? DFGKJH. okay okay.

gunna have to put this under a read more.

For Alex

How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

Awful. Genuinely unbearable. This woman acts like she has to work 24/7 or her bones will turn into sawdust. She will do anything she can to stay out of a bed, her getting any kind of illness aggravates her to no extent and she makes sure everyone around her knows that. I’d say the main people who fuss over her most is, understandably, Cornelius as its his fucking job but probably Florence? and definitely Quill. Even though she’s usually denied entry as not to catch or spread anything Alex might have.

I wouldn’t say she hates being doted on. She’s prideful and it does feel odd to have someone literally take care of her in that sense because no ones done that since her parents but in a weird way she does appreciate it and shes not one to not thank someone looking out for her. She mind drive Cornelius insane with how much she doesn’t do what he asks but she will thank him at the end of the day when she finally agrees to sleep for a bit.

It’s very much a “thank you, I really appreciate all of this... but also I am getting out of the bed.”

Being reversed on the other hand. Alexandra cares a lot of for folks, she isn’t the best at knowing what to do if they’re sick but that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t try. She’s always been one to do what she can for other people if she has the means to, it’s why she tries to stay so in tune with her crew and actively ask them if there’s anything that can be done to help if something is truly bothering them. And then all of this kinda got turned up to an 11 when Quill came on board because.

Well. It’s. Quill. Alexandra had honestly never felt the actual fear of someone getting sick until Quill got sick when she was younger and it actually had her kind of frazzled, because this was no longer an adult she could offer support to this was a child that was her responsibility. She is actually a surprisingly good caregiver though, she’s very diligent and focused with making sure someone is recovering well but not as strict as someone like Cornelius. She won’t give someone too much shit for wanting to get up when they’re sick because hey haha handshake emoji.

How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

Alexandra, for the most part, has a very. Confusing way of writing. She writes pure chicken scratch for one and a lot of her notes can end up sounding utterly confusing. She’s not one to draw unless she REALLY has to because shes not very confident or even really that comfortable with sketching something. Quill’s always been the better visual artist even if her artistic skills aren’t really that great either.

She’ll often find herself writing things down like ‘Solid Iron. Fire. Moth’s Wing.’ which makes no fucking sense but then she’d explain that something she’s researching will most likely be made out of solid iron, have something to do or be aligned with fire elements and its rumored to cause a supposed affect when Moth’s Wings are used as fuel. But to anyone else its like what the fuck am I reading.

She actually struggles writing coherently a lot of the time but she had to for her own novels, those honestly ate up so much of her time journeying back from places which was a blessing and a curse because she’d much rather be enjoying being out and about on the deck and enjoying the trip back to land instead of cooped up in her god damn quarters trying to recap shit.

An example of a more put together entry that you’d find in her novels would be something like:

‘I believe one of the many things we came across and managed to get our hands on was a Belt of Dwarvenkind. For any readers who might not know what such items are rumored to do let me explain. If you’re not of Dwarven Lineage for starters you can write, read and even speak Dwarvish. (I can confirm, firsthand, that this is very much true. It was one of the first things I ran to check once we got back to my dear ship.) Your vision in the dark improves exceedingly well and according to most sources I could find you handling poisonings or anything that perhaps might have a bit more of a poisonous sting to its arsenal a lot more thoroughly. As much as I’m sure you’re all dying to know my findings on that one I wasn’t exactly in the mood this evening to put that one to the test.

Though anyone who wears this belt will immediately feel a lot more thoroughly stronger and resilient and I can vouch. There’s also mentions of it being worn makes speaking to Dawrven kind a lot more smoother though that implies that Dwarves aren’t already a wonderful bunch to converse with. Attuning to such an item felt like a no-brainer with all of these wonderful effects but alas three things stood in my way. Belt’s like this don’t exactly suit me, secondly I’d rather give these artifacts the proper home they deserve to be studied in more depth and have at the ready instead of being here with me and I always uphold to that and third... From what little knowledge I could grab, there appears to be a rather common chance for people who don this belt to grow out a full-on beard and... Unfortunately, due to wanting to attempt to attune to the belt and test a few things out I’d rolled rather luckily on such a chance, if you can call it that. So I can confirm firsthand that this side-effect of sorts is entirely true for this belt. Unless something cursed me back in that building to grow a beard. You can never tell’

For Quill(and techincally me)

On a scale of 1 - 10 how Baby is your OC? BONUS when asking this question rate the OC yourself as see if the reply matches up!!

I’d say an 8 is pretty much there. 7-8 would’ve been my guess. She might try to act big and strong and put on a whole show of it but really... she is just a soft idiot who really wants to rest her head in someones lap and have her hair played with.

For Stag!

If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

Honestly? I’d say her dad passing away, especially in the originally way I saw it. As much as its important to the story beats of Stag’s own story, its something as of late I wouldn’t mind reworking into something else. Though I’m also okay with it staying.

And Rufus!!!

What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

Rufus likes to sit and watch things. An ideal evening for them would be watching some birds try to find things for their nests, watching ants carry things back to help their colony. Watching the way the wind shakes the trees as the sun starts to set.

If there’s nothing really available to focus on reading is their usual go to. They like to read outside if they can, and just gather their thoughts or cook with their mother. Gardening also comes to mind if they really need something to do with their hands but thats only if they’re utterly frustrated and need something to actually focus that negative energy into.

#my GOD THIS IS FUCKING LONG IM SO SORRY #my ocs #rufus #quill #alexandra #stag #agent 3 #dnd #splatoon #SORRY FOR HTE LENGTH.#nevermore117

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floosies · 5 years ago

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bury a friend: The Story of Noctua

pairing: steve rogers x possessed!oc x mcu!au

summary: there have been sightings of a dark creature who vanishes with night and in the mornings only remains of once living people are found scattered in open fields or forests nearby.

warnings: mentions of abuse, mentions of attempted suicide, violence, gore, cursing, mentions/scenes of sexual nature.

Please read with discretion. 18+ content.

A/N: This is my first attempt at something more dark. It’s been in my brain since hearing some of biilie’s works and quiet frankly I want to venture into new territory. However, I understand the severity of some topics that I will write about. If you or someone you know is in need please look at these resources

Tags: @indecisivedolly

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Part 5: Cold, Cold Heart

It took some time before they let the man get out of the room. His mind was steady fast on her. Was she dead? Why did he care? She was no better than him, and murdered people for sport. Still he raced to the med bay, with hopes she was doing well. When neared the entrance he found Steve waiting there, his face full of concentration. “What’d they say?” The look he gave his friend made Bucky’s heart drop.

Ruth was a little girl that greeted all the creatures of the woods. The kindest soul anyone could ever meet. It was what Tenebrae admired about her. What her parents saw from the great beyond. A kindred spirit with good intentions. Yet, here she laid feeble and fighting to wake up. She wouldn’t give up, especially since she only just discovered her freedom to be herself.

“Cho, you’re joking right?” It made sense, but a part of Bucky seemed to be in disbelief. The doctor shook her head though, “this girl seriously malnourished, under weight, and has serious bone damage. I’m surprised she’s alive.” It was reaching nightfall, Steve was still hoping she’d wake up. Outside the door of her room was the elderly man from the previous night, “Tenebrae right?” He smiled at the boy, “Bucky. How is she?” The being could read the anger well on the boy. “How could you let that happen to her?” With a look of shock he mockingly answered the boy, “I thought she was a monster? Is that not how you viewed her?” Of course this took him aback.

Steve heard the voice of someone else, he left the room to see the two men standing in silence. “Sir? Can I help you?” The elderly man looked at Steve, but Bucky answered, “it’s the Tenebrae thing.” “I am not a thing, I am an entity.” Being ever polite Steve asked why he had returned, “she is like my daughter. I must check on her well being.” A scoff arose from the one armed soldier at the very comment, “she’s malnourished, and has multiple bone fractures. How caring.” Because of its human form, it could finally express emotion, “those bone fractures came from a terrible early childhood. Or had she not mentioned what drove her to nearly kill herself?’

The silence was not one of awkwardness nor anger, but of guilt. The entity explained her misfortunes. How she would still smile and try to make those wretched people love her. How they did everything to try and break her. Explaining why all the rotten souls were killed, and how she cried after kill out of guilt. Steve wanted to cry, ever the sentimentalist. “So when you go and call her a monster remember that she is very aware of her impending flaws soldat.” The elderly man whispered something and then disappeared.

She woke up in the middle of the night, she knew where she was even if she had never been through the whole of the compound. There were so many floors to go through, this time she’d found a room filled with records and a great gramophone. She found an old french record that made her smile. It didn’t take long after to sense she was going to have company. She had already guessed who.

He walked in with an urgency, “Doctor Cho said you’re malnourished and fractured everywhere.” He then proceeded to take seat, “well I’m still alive though.” The record play in the background, “did you know those people weren’t your real parents.” Her puzzled look was a quick indicator that this was new to her, “the spirit thing told us about your upbringing.” There was no time to react, her palm left a burning sensation his cheek. Her eyes began to brim with tears, “you are an empty shell of man. Your soul is rotten, if you still have one. You vicious, cold blooded, cumberground.” “Cumberground?” She went to strike him again, but his metal arm gripped her wrist. “You serve no purpose, you merely exist to take up space. That is what you are.” She spat at the soldier.

“You’re no one to talk to me like that-” “someone should! I have done nothing to you. Yet you belittle me and glare when my presence is near.” His heart was racing, “why do you let me? Why don’t you kill me?” She pushed herself away from, “kill you? Kill you?! Do you hear yourself?! Are you mad? You must be absolutely insane! Why would I ever wish death upon anyone?” Was she serious? “Your history says otherwise-” “those heathens hurt children, women, other men. They suffered their endings because they were awful people. I’ve witnessed them in the midst of their horrid acts. I’ve seen the lives that were destroyed because of the scum I kill. You think I kill for sport? I live with each and every memory, the agonizing screams as they try to ask for forgiveness. It aches my heart sometimes, but they were merely trying not to pay for the injustices they made on the feeble.”

There was only the sound of her sobs for a moment. He quietly asked, “so why do it? If it pains you?” She looked at him, the blue in his eyes was like the ocean in late summer, their gaze was content on her. “I do it because I know the pain of being taken advantage of. I nearly lost my virtue out of forceful brute from someone who was supposed to care for me. The reassurance that someone else doesn’t have to feel the pain I did is why I continue.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “if I had died like I’d planned I would have never been able to save any of them. I cherish the fact that have been given a second chance. You may not, but I do. A fear lives in me, one that makes me believe this may all be taken away from me and I’ll have to live in the horrors of my past. So I carry on as best as I can. I am a kind soul at my core, but I will not live to please anymore.”

His mind was rushing with many thoughts, she could not read all of them. Perhaps she should have stayed in that bed, “when we were in the alternate past and I saw that Kennedy was alive. I realized that it meant I was dead, there was a comfort in that.” Here was the glimpse into the fragments of darkness that haunted him, “to find comfort in one’s own demise is a feeling I longed for. Your past does not define you. It should not guide who you are now, you do not have to be cold, the best thing would be to look forward.”

The record was ending, “when the old man explained your past. I thought of my own pain. I’ve been seeing you like they saw me. It’s easier to see everyone as your enemy when you’ve been made to believe that for so long.” She listened, not sure what would come from it the next day. He was really just a scared boy, filled with paranoia and insecurity. When he began to sob, she made him sleep, presenting him a sweet dream. Something comforting from his past.

Her room was in the same state she left in. Despite the softness of the linens and the cushion of the pillows, an unsettling feeling sat in the depths of her heart. How would the days work now? Would his glares and harshness continue? She decided on not erasing his memory of their conversation. Fatigue soon answered for her, and soon she was in her dream land as well.

Steve went to look for her in the morning, she wasn’t in her room or in the med bay. She was gone. He called Tony, “what do you mean she just disappeared?” The billionaire’s voice came from the cellphone, “I don’t know. I’m searching everywhere-” FRIDAY’s voice interrupted the conversation, “she’s in the basement kitchen.” A sigh of relief erupted from Steve as he went to the elevator down to the basement.

As the elevator opened, he looked over at the kitchen area of the basement. She was sat next to Bucky, they appeared to be in a deep discussion. “Sorry to interrupt, I couldn’t find you in the med bay.” She smiled at the golden haired man, “I apologize for not advising you about my whereabouts. Could some breakfast make up for it?” He smiled at her, “sure.” Bucky just sat there for a while. He listened to his friend make the young witch laugh, somewhere in his heart he was a bit upset that she was happy in Steve’s presence.

So much so that he didn’t hear her talking to him, “you alright Bucky?” Her voice was so soft, “yeah? Yes. Sorry what was the question?” She giggled, “Steve and I were wondering if you wanted to come grocery shopping with us?” There was this gleam of hope in her eyes. Her doe like eyes, the ones he’d seen before he fell asleep and dreamed about the first time his ma took him to Coney Island. He agreed to go with them though, he had to ask her more questions about how she did it. If she could bring back more of his memories, if she would help him find himself.

#sorceress #witch #oc!female #steve rogers #Bucky Barnes #Captain America The First Avenger #mcu #mcuedit #Avengers #chris evans #Sebastian Stan

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gremlinkween · 5 years ago

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Bad Moon Rising

Part 2: Mermen, Vampires, and Werewovles, Oh My!

Summary: The reader finds and rescues a hurt merman who tells her that his name is Jim. She helps him without a second thought, but his presence might attract the attention of other supernatural creatures she never knew existed. This will eventually be a foursome (Jim Mason x Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepard x Reader) mythology/supernatural au.

A/N: I'm not dead! Instead of just saying that I was gonna do something, I figured my welcome back post would be the next revised chapter of BMR as an apology. I had some repressed memories come up and they were repressed for a reason so that rocked my boat real hard, but hi everyone! I'll get to the asks sitting in the inbox hopefully tonight, but it might have to be tomorrow. So for the new readers, the last one of the foursome is introduced, but we’ll get to actually see more of Michael and Duncan in the next part. There is an oc in here, Rory, that we’ll see more later. I’ve had him for awhile and he’s actually one of my fave characters ever. You can totally imagine Cillian Murphy for him. Again, if you want to be on the tag list, just hit me up and let me know what you think!

Warnings: No smut yet, sorry. There is blood, injury, mentions of mental illness, depression, crying, concern about having a total break from reality.

Word Count: 2.3k

Tagging List: @langdonsinferno, and @moonagecordelia and remember, my tag list is all sorts of messed up so please lmk if you want to be on it! either for this story or all my work!

Previous Parts: Part 1

“I thought that vampires fed off of humans? Why did he go for you instead of me?”

“Well, yeah, vampires feed off of humans, but that’s not their only food source. Faerie blood is actually more nutritious and flavorful for vampires, just humans are more readily available and easier to hunt. He probably smelt my blood and sought me out.”

“… Wow, I mean makes sense, I guess?” It really didn’t, nothing made sense to her, but also Jim could tell her that the sky was actually purple and the ocean was orange, and she’d believe him at this point.

“You should probably take care of him.”

“Yeah, probably. Do I need something stronger than rope.”

He scoffed, “Yes, probably something more like a stake through the heart.”

She looked to the darkly angelic figure passed out on the floor. He looked helpless now, and she could see that the wounds that were on the cat adorned and tarnished his skin. He was hurt, and probably just looking for a way to heal himself. She felt bad, but on the other hand, Jim was in danger. So was she. This was fucked up. “No.”

Jim gave her a look like she might be insane.

“I said no. He’s just trying to survive like you. I’ll get like, chains or something. That should hold him?”

Jim looked at her with such bewilderment, she felt like she was the weird one in the room. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s probably going to end badly.”

She was still looking at the vampire. Probably, she was thinking, but that’s not what she said. “I think it’s going to be fine.”

“…. Okay, if you say so.” Jim was still so unsure of this. “Just move him please.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

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Moving the vampire that was nearly double her size wasn’t an easy feat, but she did it. Thank god for the hauls of fish she’s been lugging around her whole life or this might actually be impossible. She had him propped up against the support beam in the living room. That was the sturdiest place in her house she could think of, but you knew you needed to move fast. There was no telling how much time you had before he woke up, and she couldn’t imagine he’d be happy when he did. Now, the next problem was finding chains and a lock that was probably heavy duty enough. She figured the boatyard, but she’d really have to move her ass.

She grabbed the keys to her dad’s old beat up pick up truck and a jacket and hurried out the door. She was humming to herself in a tense song, a habit she did out of nervousness, and fumbled with the keys.

“Hi there, Y/N, a little la-” a familiar voice called, but with the night’s events, she was already under so much pressure, and she yelped and nearly threw the keys. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Hi, Rory. Sorry, it’s been a night.” Oh Rory, the older Irish gentleman that ran the dock’s favorite bar to go to in the evening, and her next door neighbor. She had known him her whole life, a steady constant in this crazy shit show her life had been these past couple of months. She really wasn't alarmed with him being out so late. With his business, he always had been a night owl.

“I can see that,” his thick accent rang out with a chuckle, and she blanched for a second. “Dragging in buckets of sea water?”

“It’s an art project,” She answered maybe a little too fast and he cocked an eyebrow. “You know, for processing trauma. I read about it.”

“Okay then, Y/N,” he was unsure, but he was going to drop it. He knew grief made people do some strange things sometimes.

“I’m going out for more things.” She didn’t know when to stop talking apparently.

“Well, good luck with that at 3 am. Just be careful,” he wished her well, “It’s a full moon, all the crazies are out tonight.”

She just chuckled uneasily, if she could only tell him. “Will do, you get some rest.”

“You too, dear.”

She was finally able to get the truck open and started, and she sped off to the boatyard.

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The yard was desolate and particularly eerily this night. Mist from the water was creeping over the place and gave it an all too fitting gothic appearance. She really wished that the world would stop being so poetic for a change. She found herself pulling her jacket tighter as she walked in between the older and busted up boats, something making the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end. A presence was following her, but she was all too tired of the night's weirdness to give into the thought. Surely, tonight couldn't get weirder.

She had to kick the door down to the supply shed, but she doubted anyone would really care. This was the forgotten side of town anyway. She found heavy duty chains and a padlock fairly quickly, a feeling of satisfaction filled her that was quickly overshadowed by something else. Her head whipped up to the door and then to the window. She saw nothing, but she swore she felt eyes on her. Very intent eyes. God damn it. At this point, she was just hoping for another human.

The best thing to do was just get the hell out of there regardless, she decided, and without actually breaking into a run, she moved as fast as she could.

Outside, she swore she hear footsteps of something. It was much too big to be a person, but she didn’t know what it could be. Could be anything. She didn't know, and she was getting tired of this one night getting so fucking weird. There was an idea trying to creep into her mind, one that she was trying to violently shut out. She actually might just give up if she was right.

There was a movement and then a soft growl. She blanched again, but sighed. Of course. No, of course this would be the night that even more insane shit has to happen. She turned to the boat she saw the movement coming from and her eyes widened, yet she was somehow not surprised. A giant wolf monster sat perched up on the cabin and she nodded. “Sure. Yep. This might as well happen. Let’s just get this over with.”

It glowered at her as it crept down and off the boat, but in the bright moonlight, she saw the deep wounds ruining the lay of the coat. It growled again and began to stand on this back legs, standing at it’s full eight foot height, but she held dropped the chains and held up her hands. “Don’t even think about it, buddy,” she said firmly and the wolf’s ears pitched forward, clearly curious about the lack of fear.

“I’ve got a hurt merman and a vampire I need to restrain soon or he’s going to try to eat the merman at home. I see that you’re hurt. I can take care of you, but I need you to stop being a dick.”

It looked like it was debating something it’s head before settling down on all fours and cautiously moved towards her before gently nuzzling into her neck, smelling and licking her, she figured that this was some kind of greeting that werewolves had, but he was being friendly, but she just rolled with it. It was that kind of night that was already weird enough. She scratched behind it’s ears and it practically mewled and she had to smile, that was pretty cute.

“Come on, let’s go. I have to get back before the vampire wakes up.”

He limped along with her, and she had to help the poor thing up into the bed of the truck, but he was behaving quite well. She covered him up, with one of the tarps she used for the fish, and hopped in. Hopefully, she wasn’t too late, and she felt worry pit itself in her stomach.

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She had to make sure the lights on in Rory’s house were off before she uncovered the newest friend and boy from her truck and hurried him into the house.

The first thing she did was check to make sure that the vampire was still out and passed out where she left him. Thankfully, he was, and she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. She went back to the kitchen as the werewolf began sniffing around. “Go upstairs, it’s the room with the lights on.”

The wolf looked at her uneasily, but he relented and sulked up the stairs on all fours, looking over its’ shoulders at her.

She grabbed the chains and quickly secured the vampire to the post. There was a moment that nearly had her passing out, his nose flared a couple of times when she got closer, but luckily that was his only response to her.

She didn’t waste anymore time though, grabbed the medical box for the third time tonight, and she was running up the stairs. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she saw the large furry head pop out of the doorway. It was odd to have such a large creature in her house, but she didn’t think about that just yet. She sat the box down on the desk and she heard it growl softly.

“Come on, I know this is going to hurt a little bit, but,” the wolf cut her off with another, more aggressive growl.

“Uhhh, Y/N,” Jim called from the bathroom. “What was that?”

She turned around and went to the door. “I might have made another new friend tonight.” The wolf’s head popped into sight from the door to look at where the other voice came from out of curiosity, and Jim went white.

“That’s an alpha werewolf.”

She grunted as he pushed his way into the bathroom and began smelling and licking at Jim’s neck like he had done with her, and Jim couldn’t help the giggles that escaped his mouth and it only encouraged the wolf to tickle him more, but he eventually pushed him off gently.

Jim smiled shyly at the wolf before looking to her again. “Why was he growling at you?”

“I was just getting ready to stitch up his wounds.”

The monstrous animal’s ears pinned back at the word and Jim swatted his muzzle, startling the wolf.

“Be nice. She doesn’t know anything and you can’t talk in that form,” Jim chided with a small smile.

“You don’t need to rub it in!” She was almost defensive, but Jim was laughing.

“Werewolves don’t need stitches, particularly alphas. He’ll be fine by tomorrow night, you won’t even know that he was hurt.”

She nodded, but then stopped. “Why did he come with me then? If he didn’t need help.”

Jim’s eyes were practically shining with mischief. “He probably thinks you’re cute.”

She was bright red now and she looked at the clear amusement both of them had.

“Or he had other reasons, I’m just,” He had to think about it. He wasn’t sure about the human word for this. “Having my fun?” He had a little shy smile, and while she was scowling, her heart melted a bit at the expression.

“I didn’t realize I was opening my door to such jokesters,” but even she had to laugh.

She let out a yawn, and she realized how tired she was out. It hit like a freight train now that she didn't have a murderous vampire on the loose and she no longer had to play doctor. “Well, I think I’m going to be retiring for the night. Jim would you like a pillow or something?”

He cocked he eyebrow. Right, that makes sense that they wouldn’t have them in the ocean.

“I’ll go get one for you away.”

The wolf followed her out of the bathroom and crawled up on the bed for no regard to his weight as he circled like any dog would before settling down on the bed. She grabbed one of the extra pillows and returned to stuff it in the corner between the wall and the bathtub and Jim hesitantly rested his head against it before his eyes lit up.

“This is very comfortable. What did you call this?”

She chuckled, “A pillow. Goodnight, Jim.”

He smiled, “Goodnight, Y/N. Thank you. again.”

“It’s no problem.” With that, she left again for the bedroom.

She looked at the wolf, seemingly asleep, and she decided what the hell. She took her bra off and her pants, leaving herself in just a shirt and underwear. She crawled into bed under the blankets and tried to get comfortable, but sleep wasn’t coming to her at all. She was just replaying the events of the night.

So, at the beginning of the night, it was crippling loneliness and a solid crying session, then late night sailing on the boat …. Then she saved a merman …. Then they got attacked by a vampire ….. and then she picked up a werewolf ….. and now there’s a merman in her bathtub, a vampire chained up in the living room, and a werewolf in bed with her. She sighed. This was…. weird. This was a weird night. This couldn’t have happened, could it? This stuff was made up. Oh god, she was having a mental breakdown. She was breaking and this wasn’t real. None of this was real.

She was starting to hyperventilate, panic gripping her, but then she felt a warm head, a very warm, very large, and very fluffy head nuzzle into her chest. A strong, furry arm ending in a hand with extremely long and sturdy claws wrapped around her abdomen and pulled her tight. An animal’s tongue licked her cheek and she had to laugh at how much it tickled. She heard the wolf make a noise deep within its throat in approval and she relaxed. This was real. It was very very real and she had the feeling that this wolf wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

Sleep soon took over, and for the first time in what felt like years, there was a smile on her face.

#cody fern fanfic #cody fern fanficiton #michael langdon imagine #duncan shepherd fanfic #jim mason fanfic #Bad Moon Rising

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cowardsanctuary · 6 years ago

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Into the Object Hole:

Why is Nearly Every Object Show Flash-Animated?

(warning: a big, gigantic ramble generated by the mind of a comic artist)

I’m asking this question because I was bitten by the “Object Show” bug myself! It’s become a niche but easily replicated genre of its own within the animation community. Starting with the eponymous Battle For Dream Island (a show I think we’re all familiar with), we’ve seen many creators follow suit in the seemingly simple formula of having a bunch of inanimate objects participate in a game show-esque competition.

This is not to claim that Object Shows are unoriginal or overdone at this point: on the contrary. With the advent of resources for learning writing, animation, et cetera, I feel there’s a massive amount of potential that this community has, until now, mostly neglected. Battle for BFDI is, from what I can tell, reveling in its own, unique premise in the way it wants to. Inanimate Insanity’s second season has, as of late, recognized its potential to communicate a story about change and growth within individuals and the world around it. Unfortunately, I haven’t watched many shows, but I feel I’ve gotten my point across.

In another post, I asked about shows that didn’t use Flash, so i’m going to be responding to those before I embark on my tangent.

@apcwoc said: djshjksjhhdj most of the shows are probably done on flash because a lot of them were started when the og creators where much younger and flash is the easiest and most reliable to use when people start out animating

that’s a common thread i’ve been finding!! one of the earliest object shows, Animation Island by legotd61, was created a year after BFDI—and at the time, legotd61 was 7 years old. granted the animation & visuals aren’t the most jaw-dropping thing in the world, but they were a kid so it’s automatically charming. in like, a kid sense.

@demi-gray suggested Modern Objects as a non-asset-using show!

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Unfortunately, it still relies on assets for arguably the most important visuals: the characters! They do use the capabilities of Flash more extensively than other shows (that I know of), which makes watching the characters do their thing a lot more fun and engaging. The unique style compared to other shows definitely helps out a lot as well!

@payjayisgod said: i mean, i do frame-by-frame all the time, but for the sake of saving time i’ll be using assets for the bodies (gonna try doing everything else with frame-by-frame) in my own series i’ll be making with some friends ^^“ if you wanna see my animations my youtube is Icedog McMuffin :0c

PLEASE show me your show when you do it, because your animations are!!! really cute!!! also i’d LOVE to see stuff that takes the path of Modern Objects: with asset bodies, yes, but everything else is done according to the needs of the visuals. Use your medium to the best of its ability!

@dottival said: I once saw someone who Wanted to do frame-by-frame, but they never got their show off the ground. Mostly because they never really started??

you can’t just. tell me this. and not say who this person is (unless they want their identity under wraps, which i’ll respect)!!!! I’d love to ask them about their thought process towards their show, unless they didn’t actually plan much. I want to do some... ReSearch....

Speaking of planning, the thing that enchants and haunts me most about object shows is how much is going on behind the scenes. This is for any animated show, really, because as a bitty comic artist, I had no clue where to begin. I’ve started to draft and worldbuild for my own show, but I can’t help but wonder how much of it is done for other object shows.

(this is a thumbnail for a setting on my show!)

The medium, by default, demands attention on the characters at the forefront. The premise generates interest, the aesthetics (aren’t necessary but) lead viewers in, and the subject(s) of the show is what keeps audiences engaged. No matter what the creator(s) choose as the subject, they must make sure it’s polished to their best abilities, while ensuring other elements of their medium is properly balanced.

If you’re creating a character-driven narrative, for example, you’ll want to focus on the development of your characters. And, since it’s easiest to relate to concrete characters, that’s what novice content creators focus on developing as their content’s primary subject (and what professional content creators master).

However, the development of, say, a character is more often than not put into the hands of the viewers. How? Viewer participation: having the audience vote off who leaves a competition.

An interesting concept as, typically, animated shows require oodles of planning in order to convey the story it wants to the best of its ability. This makes the typical object show a challenge (forgive the word-play) to pull off properly, despite being deceptively simple enough of a feat on the surface. Character development can be volatile, as any character can be booted off (depending on how well you can predict a character getting eliminated).

Following this, the difficulty of creating a cohesive and well-written story through the Object Show format is very, very high. After all, you need to place time in your resources as wisely as possible, in order to avoid taking too much time on an end product you may not even like a little while later. The elimination of one character may upset a part or the entirety of the show’s plotline, if a creator is not careful.

Inanimate Insanity’s writing was able to excel at its greatest the moment viewer voting was dropped. One of the best shows in this genre (in my opinion), Modern Objects, isn’t even an object show: it’s formatted like a sitcom, and focuses primarily on characters and comedy. The one object show I was able to find that was primarily frame-by-frame animation (thank you, @bfb-basard!), Race to the Mansion of Tomorrow, is 100% script-driven; meaning, no viewer participation. This is the same for a few other shows as well, though I am not aware of them at this point of time.

(a snapshot of my animation process: this is for an animation of my OCs Milt and Malt, put to the audio of Big Bill Hell’s Cars.)

So why Flash? The answer is because it’s just easier. Not in the sense that the animators of these shows are lazier, but because animating in Flash saves time. Unless you’re putting all your stops into your show, or the contestants will always be present / aren’t quite as important to the narrative, you absolutely cannot afford to waste time and energy on things that can get thrown away later. Either that, or you don’t know where a character or a plotline or what have you will build up to, so you want to make sure whatever you do make isn’t wasted.

(Granted, I always feel there’s always time for weird plots to be resolved until it’s the very end, but retcons are also an option?)

You see this video? It’s a pretty simple animation of just a little softball walking around.

It took me 2 or 3 hours, give or take, to finish. Nearly every frame is unique, and I drew them all with my hands and my tablet, nothing else. All moving parts are either animated in 2′s or 1′s—the latter of which being 1/24th of a second. There are 35 drawn frames overall, stretched out onto 127 individual frames that constitute the entirety of the animation.

In other words, this clip is 5 seconds long.

If you want to finish an object show within your lifetime, let alone within 5 years, then Flash will be your best friend. It’s good, revolutionary technology that will make your life easier. With Flash, you don’t have to draw things over and over and focus instead on the motion, not the artwork.

Not only that, but being able to finish in a timely manner will help smaller content creators as, since we’re small and have small audiences, not everyone has a long enough attention span to hang onto you for decades. Certain shows like BFB and Inanimate Insanity have the advantage of popularity, so they can take their time with both the show and life (but they’re still rushed by their audience anyways so it’s a double-edged sword).

If you want to tell a story, consider what medium you tell it through wisely. Animation isn’t the only way, but I know for a fact that, if I get there, my show will be frame-by-frame. Why? Because I consider the artwork and the motion in my story just as important as my characters, if not moreso. You might not.

You can make it 3-d animated, claymation, traditionally animated, digitally animated, Flash, frame-by-frame, what have you. You can write your show as a novel, a script, a screenplay, a radio play, what have you. You can illustrate it as a children’s book, a comic, a graphic novel, or even an illustrated novel.

One of my favorite shows, up there with Modern Objects, is a comic by @swabsbloo called Escape From Abject Reality (which you can read on it’s own blog at @efarwebcomic! Please read it! PLEASE READ IT! PLEASE!!! PL). Swabsbloo takes the premise of object shows and simultaneously puts it on its head while playing it straight: a bunch of objects wake up in an oddly absent field, only to figure out they’ve been trapped in a game show-themed death trap controlled (...?) by a(n apparent) sociopath named Snake Oil. You should read it. You should read their comic.

Hell, does your object show even need to be an object show? You can create stories that are beyond inanimate objects, or stories beyond competitions. Again, Modern Objects isn’t a competition show. You can base your characters off of objects as well, without needing to make them explicitly an object. The show I mentioned earlier, Race to the Mansion of Tomorrow, takes this latter approach for the most part!

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As a storyteller, what I obsess about the most is storytelling. I love seeing all forms of it, and the potential that this community’s genre has astounds and fascinates me. The way in which we view the story doesn’t have to be important, but I find the ones I enjoy the most are the ones that utilize its medium to the best of its ability. It doesn’t have to be the best, it just needs to try.

So what do you want to try?

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mooleche · 5 years ago

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A Tale of Ink and Venom

A/N - It’s happening! I’m reworking the old story I was working on to hopefully build a better version in its place! Multi-chapter fic involving OC x Colossus where OCs story unfolds while trying to do a heroic act that ends badly and the chaos the unfolds in the aftermath. Might do a few chapters on here and then move over to AO3 fully eventually to keep from making super long posts but we’ll see how it goes! ( *’ω’* ) Let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

Also BIG THANKS to @leo-writer for proofreading, you are a saint ily!

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Chapter One: The Video

Moments.

Buddha says that one moment can change a day, one day can change a life and one life can change the world.

I was never one for religion but I think he was onto something there. Look at heroes, for example, they’re faced with moments like these every day. Ones that will save a life and ones that will take them away the second you hesitate. Moments that will give you the upper hand if you’re lucky and others that will leave you flat on your ass if you're not.

Or worse.

Now, I'm no hero by any means, but I like to think that the moments I experienced today would help shape what was in store for me tomorrow. A moment that would maybe even help shape me into something more someday.

So with that, let me ask you this:

Just what moment was it that led me to witness the death of a real superhero in his time of need? And not just any run of the mill death either. I'm talking blood everywhere, in my mouth, in my hair.

Everywhere.

How had it all gone so wrong so fast?

I suppose in order to know that we have to go to the beginning, back to the morning where my life was about to be given a serious overhaul into chaos.

Back to college.

It was late. Very late.

A judgemental 3:45 AM stared back at me from the corner of my laptop's screen and a sigh of defeat escaped me. The Witching hour no longer belonged to ghosts and demons, but to college students that waited until the very last minute to get their 10-page essays written before it was too late. I was no exception to this, sacrificing the last remaining brain cells I had left to crap out what I deemed a passable paper on the artists of old.

At least that's what I had been doing.

Now I sat with my legs drawn up to my chest as I stared with growing exhaustion at my laptop. The glowing screen was flooded with news reports of the latest superhero successes and the villains they caught around town. This wasn’t exactly an uncommon thing for a city like Brooklynn. In fact, it was because of this city being such a hot zone for criminal activity that we had things like ‘Top 10 Villain Blunders of the Week’ to begin with.

Then, strangely, my eyes spotted something that I hadn’t expected to see.

I lurched forward, immediately feeling my body protest as I inspected the article that had grabbed my attention. It was a few days old, a journalist touching base on a series of unfortunate events from almost 6 months ago. A superhero trainee under the name of Deadpool had landed himself in hot water after murdering an orderly from the Essex House for Mutant Rehabilitation in what was seen as a cold-blooded attack to the media. Just reading the name of the facility left a bad taste in my mouth, but the video it included to recount the moment made the sensation even worse.

It was old, I had watched it over a dozen times in the recent months and yet I still found myself glued to the screen with morbid curiosity. The cameraman who had been focusing on a tense-looking reporter at the scene now fumbled clumsily over to the main event, a stout looking teen who had earlier called himself Firefist. I’d give you three guesses why he called himself that but taking a look at his clenched fists answered it all too well.

He stood separated from a cautious crowd of police and bystanders with hands that radiated heat strong enough to cause everyone surrounding him to keep their distance. That was if all the destroyed wreckage around him hadn’t given them more than enough reason to stay back already.

As many times as I had seen this, I still felt bad for him. He looked worn down and angry, but more than anything was the noticeable expression of fear he wore, like a trapped animal willing to do anything to escape. A feeling that I was once all too familiar with.

I sank back into my chair and sighed. No amount of times seeing that clip made that look any easier to see. It was one that hit so close to home and yet I couldn't pinpoint it no matter how many times I tried. I closed my eyes and listened to him continue to threaten the police ballsy enough to step towards him:

"Stay back, I'll burn you!"

The words didn't resonate, but the tone did. Somewhere in the back of my mind was a memory lurking that I couldn't quite touch no matter how hard I focused on it. A memory sealed away so tight that even thinking about it caused my thoughts to grow numb, but that panic in the boy's voice always caused it to stir. Sometimes I felt like I was close enough to grasp it, all I needed was to push a little farther-

A loud bang erupted nearby and my eyes shot open in a panic. Whatever unconscious soul searching I had been doing was broken as I scrambled to catch my headphones now threatening to fall off my face. I looked around, both frantic to find the source to the sudden noise and also hoping no one saw my embarrassing act only to be greeted with muffled laughter nearby.

"Buenos Dias, Princesa! Did I wake you?"

I rubbed my eyes haphazardly and looked to the side of the small room to find a redheaded amazonian grinning back at me from the window. To my utter surprise, the sun was now out and shining it’s smug rays straight into our dorm as I stood to greet the grinning assailant. My bones protested with various cracks in response before I shuffled to my bed and threw open the window to face her.

"That wasn’t funny, Ava! What are you even doing up so early?" I asked through an unavoidable yawn, but I already knew the answer. Ava Santana was a Dominican powerhouse of energy, a mysterious enigma that seemed to only love running, German beer and, for a few crazy months, me. When she wasn’t burning the candle at both ends to keep her insane track record and an intimidating 4.0 GPA up, she was usually creating some wild new building blueprints that she was proud to show off to you before stealing your girlfriend.

I didn’t know how she did it all and at this point, I was too afraid to ask.

She lifted herself onto the windowsill before tossing her shoes inside, swinging her long tan legs onto my bed to join me all in one fell swoop. All I could do was blink in surprise, knowing I would have faceplanted halfway through if I even attempted this motion. Her gaze studied me curiously now.

"We both know why I’m awake, or were you expecting someone else to carry our track team to victory?" She teased, her face close to mine with a devious smile planted on her lips. “What's your excuse though, Sleeping Beauty? Building more schematics? Spying on the police scanner? Or maybe staying up late to watch him again?”

“Me? What? Hah, no. Can’t a girl just finish her essay like a good normal college student?”

“You could...if you’re not Nina Knight,” another voice announced beside us and I turned quickly to see another familiar face smirking back at us. Her name was Bambi Banks and she was known as the bad influencer extraordinaire of our dorm when she wasn’t taking candid photos for the Daily Bugle. You thought you had a bad idea? She had 10 at the ready that would probably get you put on the Top 10 lists. Despite this, she was the best friend a girl could ever ask for.

Even if she now held my laptop in her hands frozen on a very particular shot of the clip that caused my face to burn.

“I really was working on my essay!” I protested as I reached for it only to fall short as Bambi moved just out of my range and looked to Ava curiously.

“I don’t know, Ava. Does this look like an essay to you?”

“You’re the journalist in training, tell us what you see.”

“Well if I had to title this ‘essay’, I would say ‘10 Reasons I Want This Man to Sit on My Fac-’”

“Alright, enough! You caught me,” I protested as I made another attempt to grab the laptop and succeeded, cradling it in my arms with a frown plastered on my face. “I just wanted to hear the update on this story…It put a lot of people in hot water y’know.” I added before taking a seat back at my desk, ignoring their victorious snickers. As much as I did have ulterior motives for watching the clip I really did want to see the outcome of the nationwide fiasco. Despite both the trainee and the kid being taken to the Ice Box to be reprimanded the X-Men and mutantkind as a whole were put under fire for their actions and the remainder of the story fell to a hush to the media in the months after.

Bambi rolled her eyes and ran her hands through her hair, flecks of hot pink from her bangs peeking through her blonde locks as she gave an exasperated sigh over my earnest answer.

“I really shouldn’t be saying this but the guy that looked like he was a walking talking condom was in the right all along.”

“No bullshit? How?” I pressed, now fully taken by the sudden turn of events.

“I heard it from some guy at the Bugle. That Essex place was nasty for mutants, another conversion camp or something so the government was desperado to keep it under wraps.”

“Leave it to the government to try and kill the truth,” Ava muttered under her breath as she stood to leave, pausing to take one of my hands in hers to inspect it thoughtfully. The contrast was big between us; her hands were long and slender while mine were smaller and discolored to a sooty black at the tips. “At least this means you won’t have to hide anymore.”

I knew that she meant well but the words still caused me frown. Not many people knew that I myself was a mutant. Hell, when you lived in a society where people who weren’t old, white, or male were already frowned upon like the next bubonic plague it wasn’t something you wanted getting out. Throw a genetic mutation that gave you unusual powers into the mix and you were the plague. I was lucky to have people around me that knew and accepted me like I was normal, but the reminder still stung.

Bambi seemed to sense this and absent-mindedly pressed the play button on the video once more as if to distract my thoughts and boy did it work. I felt my face grow warm once more as the clip played. There, once frozen on the screen had been the perfect back shot of a man sprawled over the trainee after his killer shot, a man that now stood a good few feet over everyone else as the police did the cleanup of the area.

A man covered head to toe in metal.

He went by Colossus, but his real name was Piotr Rasputin. At least this is what Google told me when I went super-sleuthing around after I saw him in action for the first time. When he wasn't saving the day with his ragtag team of heroes he taught at Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Learning, a sanctuary for mutants who wanted to feel safe while honing their skills to help mold a better tomorrow.

I had met Xavier himself years ago on my own tour of the school with my parents. He was very nice and very bald. The school itself had been created in his families estate and transformed into the bustling safe haven that it now was, when it wasn't getting blown up by the villain of the week at least. Despite this terrifying fact I was always envious of those who could attend because I had always wanted to enroll myself. The only downside was that my parents didn't want a burnt corpse for a daughter in the aftermath. How selfish.

I threw my hands up to my face and groaned. “That could have been me on his team! I could have been hot for teacher!”

“And? What’s stopping you? If you like him so much why don't you just go to the school?" Ava called from our bathroom and I groaned again.

“It doesn’t work like that. You can't just go back to that school.”

“And why not? You’re a mutant right? You wanna meet other mutants, right? Maybe get some chrome dome in the process if you get my drift,” Bambi winked.

I glared at her in response.

It was true, I was a mutant, and maybe I did want that chrome dome. But I had tried the whole superhero vigilante thing before.

It didn’t go well.

An ancient proverb once said ‘You can't swim, you can't dance and you don't know karate. Face it, you're never gonna make it.’ and you know what? I stood by that. It’s why I took my very particular set of skills and decided to waste away in one of Brooklynn's most prestigious art colleges -they're words, not mine- instead. It wasn’t ideal, with a dorm that I was convinced was made for ants instead of four people with questionable living styles, but I had friends and I finally felt normal. I didn’t need to mess it up by visiting that school again.

As if reading my thoughts Bambi frowned and took one of my hands in hers, inspecting my inky black fingertips with thoughtful blue eyes.

“I know you’re deadset on having a normal life here but you have a gift, Neeners. And you deserve to be able to show the world what you can do with it.”

“Yeah, I’m really going to turn the world around with my ability to control ink,” I scoffed before taking my hand back gently and sighing. As much as I wanted to bury that side of me I did want to meet others like me, be a part of something bigger and save the day once in a while.

This? This life was boring. But it was safe. And I needed safe.

I looked up to her and smiled softly. “I...will consider going back there, if only to pay Mr. Xavier a visit and...maybe see how the school’s doing.”

“Code for visiting Mr. heavy metal man, got it.” Bambi winked while imitating a heavy Russian accent as she moonwalked poorly out of the room.

“You’re a terrible influence, Bam,” I called through stifled laughter before standing and stretching. As much as I hated her pep talks sometimes she was the reason I kept using my powers, keeping them as fresh as I could in case the chance ever arose to use them. Even now the schematics that Ava had so casually mentioned as a joke were tucked away under my desk to play with on a rainy day.

I must have stared at them too long because I felt Bams hand gently touch my shoulder and I jumped in surprise.

“Did you hear Ava? Your alarm is going off,” she asked softly before nodding towards my phone. She was right, the soft tune alerted the room once more before I had the chance to turn it off and blinked in surprise.

“Sorry, my mind was somewhere else...”

“Between Professor Colossus’ thick thighs we knooow. Don’t let that mans glutes cost you your job,” Ava teased before motioning for Bambi to follow her out the door. She held back and gave me a reassuring squeeze.

“Hey, don’t let our conversation from earlier freak you out. Baby steps, okay? No rush,”

“Right. Baby steps…” I whispered, my gaze falling back to my hands that I had begun wringing absentmindedly with growing anxiety. I looked back up to her and smiled. “Thanks, Bam. I appreciate it.”

“Hey, that’s what friends are for, right?” she grinned before disappearing behind the door. She was right. Friends were there to steer you onto the better path when you doubted yourself. This is what I tried to convince myself as I headed to the bathroom to prepare for the day ahead.

Now that I look back on it I was grateful for that peaceful moment of clarity between friends because after what happened later on, God was I going to need it.

#long post #fanfic #oc x colossus #marvelsona #oc shit #Nina Knight #vibrates off of tumblr #I'm mad shy abt posting this so #b y e

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chimswae · 6 years ago

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Chapter 11

Foreword:

Some stories are better left unsaid.I couldn’t change anything for the world, although the fame part of this industry is tough to handle.Do i have a life? Yes I have my fans.Do i have friends? Yes the members that I cherish. Do i have love? No I have to let go.Life always offers you a second chance. It’s called tomorrow. But do i have any tomorrow?

Pairing: Jimin x OC (Other characters: BTS, OCs, Lee Taehwan)

Genre: Idolau, Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 3,221

Author Note: I crosspost this story from my Asianfanfic account. Mind you, clicheness OVERLOADS

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Chapter 11: Rekindling an old relationship often burn more brightly.

“Are you Jimin oppa?” they heard the owner of the voice getting closer to them.

Then there was another voice “No no it cant be Jimin oppa. Our oppa is not dating anyone” since they could only see Jimin’s side profile, it was still a big deal. Some fans could recognize even a glimpse of their back head or hands.

Jimin eyed Yeoul intensely not knowing how to react, they felt the air was getting heavy. How on earth they recognized him when this area was practically empty and secluded. This called for trouble.

The girl continued to inquire him “But I remember that cap, that is Jungkook’s. The one with hooks at the end of it. Don’t you think it is familiar Minji-ah?” she blinked confusedly.

Yeoul took a glance at the girl ‘Those are the girls from the street earlier? I thought they didn’t notice’ she nibbled her lower lips nervously.

A girl named Minji replied coyly “Yes right right! I remember that is the cap that Jungkook always wear! Are you really Jimin oppa?” the girl strutted closer to where Jimin and Yeoul stood.

“Your side profile, I cant be wrong! You must be Jimin oppa” her voice rose with a gasp. Both Jimin and Yeoul did not even notice, one of the girls secretly snapped few photos using her cameras as she quickly slipped it inside her pocket. She was so sure the couple’s a little suspicious.

Shit. Think of something Park Jimin. He cussed in his head. Jimin could feel Yeoul shudder in his arm, so he decided to pull fix his mask back to its original position, covering his face. He slowly turned to the girls “I am sorry, I am not Jimin..Who is he?” he muttered.

He kept Yeoul hidden behind him, just in case he failed to convince these girls, they wouldnt be able to hurt her or take pictures of her “You even sound like him..Bangtan Sonyeodan’s Park Jimin” they frowned while crossing their arms.

Yeoul tightened her grip in his hand “I apologize but I am not him. If he is the famous Bangtan Sonyeodan’s Park Jimin, I don’t think he will be wandering around this area?” He was praying inside that these girls would just leave them alone.

“You are right.. But… his hometown is Busan though…” the other girl was in deep thought trying to make sense from this situation.

“If you really are not Jimin oppa why are you wearing mask? Are you a celebrity?” she inquired.

Jimin let out an awkward cough “I have flu. You don’t want me to go around spreading germs aren't you?” he scowled. He had to make sure it did not sound like Jimin. Fans were sharp if he ever said something suspicious, they would get caught.

“Mmm.. girls.. my boyfriend is very sick, I hope you stop interrogating us. And, he is not your Jimin oppa sadly” Yeoul took a brave step from her hidden place. She must do something, couldn’t risk them getting caught red handed right? Dating scandal brings harm.

“Ah…Minji ah.. I forgot, Bangtan oppas will be flying back to Thailand soon for their tour, I don’t think they have time for vacation since their concert is in few days” she shook her friend hands.

“That is impossible but…okay whatever” she pouted. The other girl named Minji was not convinced that the guy in front him was not Jimin. She remembered every details of Jimin and there’s no way he wasn’t Jimin. Never mind, few photos that she took few minutes ago would help her in clearing her doubts and curiosity.

Both of them bowed “We apologize that we mistook you as our Jimin oppa. Guess, you really resemble him. I am sorry unnie and oppa for disturbing your date” Jimin just nodded. What matters now these girls really bought it and were ready to leave them.

Yeoul exhaled a deep breath, feeling at ease for now since the girls seemed to trust Jimin was not actually Jimin. Okay that messed up.

“It is alright.. mmm.. good luck in meeting your oppa?” he wanted to smack himself for saying such awkward phrase. Why was he sending luck to his own fans in meeting him when they already did. After apologizing another time, the girls finally left. Jimin made sure they really left before facing back to scared Yeoul.

“That was nerve wrecking! My heart really stop beating” Yeoul puffed her cheeks.

“I am sorry for that, did not expect they would tail us. They were too curious” he muttered softly.

“You really need to go now, I don’t want to see another fans coming here claiming you are their Jimin oppa” she cringed.

“You are offended”

“No..Why must I?”

“Because you cant call me oppa”

“Duh, please we are at the same age Jimin”

“That’s why you cant call me oppa. Because when a girl oppa-ing her oppa, it is adorable and lovely” he beamed.

“So you think I am not lovely just because I don’t oppa you? Oh wow, you are straight forward. I am chasing you out from my house area” he pushed Jimin lightly, giving him a pat on his back.

“What are you waiting for, go! Your ride is here already” she frowned.

“Park Jimin come on we are late” he heard Namjoon’s voice behind him. He didn’t notice when they arrived, what a party popper. They still had 5 minutes before the curfew over.

Jimin pursed his lips “We are not done, I will make sure to seek my vengeance” the members were watching from the vehicle with a puzzled look.

“Can they stop bickering even just for one day?” Yoongi mumbled.

“I reckon they can do that” said Hoseok.

“Dont be silly, just go. Take care Jims!” her heart was heavy to see Jimin leave. He was ready to enter the vehicle but he turned his heels making his way to Yeoul. Puling her into another breathtaking hug, he trapped her small body closer to his.

“OWWW” others grunted in annoyance as they found the scene before them was cringe worthy. Just wait until they got their own girl, they would be regretting it.

Yeoul giggled and hugged him back “Okay enough enough I could feel others are throwing daggers at us with their glares. Now go, call me when you are free” she smiled brightly hiding the sadness in her. Deep down inside, she hated goodbye the most.

Jimin’s head bobbed like a child as he gave Yeoul a quick peck on her head “Good bye Yeoul. See you again” he hopped on to the backseat, waving at Yeoul for the last time.

“WHAT?” he shrieked when he noticed the members were giving him a wary look.

“You are crazily in love Jimin” his fellow 95-liner smirked.

“Too much love contributes to mental illness” Jin joked.

“So sick… Very sick” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows poking Jimin’s sides.

“Bye Yeoul” Namjoon smiled with a cute wave followed by others. Soon the vehicle skidded leaving the empty neighborhood, she missed Jimin.

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Despite being super busy with tours, Jimin would find free time now and then to video call Yeoul and Minyeol. He was looking forward to fly back to their home country so he could sneak out to meet them. For now, they have completed half of the tours in Asia and they are currently in Manila for two days back-to-back concert.

Today would be their last day in Manila, and as soon as the concert ended they would fly back to Seoul right way to recharge before their next concert in Hong Kong. The waiting room was packed with staffs running here and there to ensure Day 2 concert went well like yesterday. The boys were scattered inside the room with their personal stylist getting touch up for their makeup, until Taehyung and Hoseok let out an excited shriek, adding to the already hectic scene.

“What the..” Namjoon flinched in his seat.

Yoongi who was taking a nap while his stylist fixing the makeup woke up to the noise made the younger boy “The fuck? What is with those jackass” as usual Min Suga foul mouth couldn’t be hinder.

The stylist noona gave him a warning look “Manners Min Yoongi” she shook her head as Yoongi pursed his lips into a slight pout.

“Seems like we are leading the poll for Top Social Artist. Is that even legit?” Taehyung exclaimed with a big grin on his face.

“Tae.. don’t get your hopes up. Wait until the day itself” Namjoon warned. They did not want to put much hope in winning though it would be sad to come home empty handed. On top of that, being in that category alone was a real blessing if they did win the award, things would never be the same. That would be insane and super huge.

Hoseok clasped his hand together with a nod “Nevertheless our fans are amazing. Look at all these twitter mention, they really went all out” he was at the verge of shedding tears. His stylist noona gave him a pat on the back before the younger boy stained the makeup that she just applied.

“If god forbids, we will win. Don’t worry”Jimin murmured lowly enough for everyone to hear him. Everyone whistled at his way including the staffs complimenting Jimin’s modesty.

“Oo… Park Jimin, that is why you are Sonyeodan’s Christian Chim Chim” Jin teased.

“You sound so saint and pious hyung” as expected the golden maknae would not miss the chance to tease him. With mischievous smile,h e poked Jimin’s side a little while wiggling his eyebrows.

Flustered at the compliments he received, Jimin rubbed his back neck awkwardly “Mmm.. That is not like that.. I really hope we win” he smiled shyly. Since they were invited to attend BBMAS in Las Vegas, they were looking forward to their departure after Hong Kong concert. To wait for the day to come itself already crazy, they couldn’t imagine the feeling being in the show later on.

Namjoon squished Jimin shoulder accompanied with his cute dimple smile “We can do it Jimin. Now, I will get manager hyung to check whether we are good to go” the leader left the room leaving Jimin in deep thought.

Part of him wanted to take a long break after Wings tour at least few weeks to spend with Minyeol but being in this industry was almost impossible. And, their rising popularity nowadays made it even hard for them to get proper sleep. The most would be 4 hours or less. Another thing was that, BBMAs is a prestige world class award and the attention that they received from medias all over the world would be tremendously huge.

Bangtan fanbase would grow bigger, that’s a guarantee. More people will look upon them as the leader of Korean music industry which means the risk of being exposed to scandal was greater in comparison to their early debut days.

Jimin started to have doubts.

He was unsure whether he could be a good father to Minyeol. What if the fame that he got would make things worst for both Yeoul and Minyeol? Jimin had to make sure no medias or paparazzi got a scoop of his past story, not because he was ashamed of it but to protect Minyeol and Yeoul.

Few months ago, he had to deal with a ridiculous dating rumor involving him and Red Velvet’s Seulgi. He barely talked to this girl yet people made an assumptions from a single photo and the way how they dressed up matchingly. Therefore they were concluded as a legit couple like for real? They got to be kidding him.

Speaking of his dating scandal, Jimin had not talk to Yeoul yet about her opinion on this matter though he believed everyone is entitled to have their own judgment. Deep down inside, he hoped Yeoul would always talk to him first if any malicious rumor happened to break in the future.

He cared because he didn’t want to lose Yeoul anymore. They promised to take things slow, so be it. But he would make sure to not let anything ruin their already blooming relationship. Rekindling an old relationship often burn more brightly.

Cross finger for his relationship with Yeoul.

“Jimin-ah you look like you’re in a deep thought about something.You seem kind of down though sometimes you are overly cheerful than usual. Missing someone back in Seoul? ” a voice brought him back to reality and he realized he was in the midst of applying a makeup.

Jimin flustered but he kept his posture cool not trying to be obvious “I was a little tired, I think I need sleep which is not 4 hours” he chuckled.

“We will be done in few hours so bear with it until then alright?” she nodded with a friendly smile.

“Nuna.. can I ask you something?” Jimin chewed his lower lips nervously. Of course, his mind was busy to get the perfect phrase to ask this nuna a question. Considering she’s a woman herself, he wondered how they think or more like how Yeoul think.

“Sure what is it Jimin..” she replied casually anticipating his question. Her hands continued to do magic on Jimin face even though they were having a conversation.

“Ermm nuna.. If you ever date a public figure who has lots of fans to the point that he is open to any scandals or rumors. What do you feel about dating that person?” he tilted his head a little to peek at stylist nuna expression.

She hummed, taking her time to find the perfect answer “It will be hard for me to handle at first since the person will be dealing with different gender, make it women or men. If a man is surrounded by many girls,its definitely makes me feel insecure. However, when you agree to date a luminary that means you are open to any possibility which includes crazy fans and scandals. In my opinion, if a girl agrees to be with that famous person she is open minded and mentally ready for anything” his lips were pressed into thin line as he exhaled a soft sigh.

Was Yeoul mentally ready?

“Do you think you can handle his world?” he inquired again.

“Well..I cant say, I can deal with it fully but I am willing to learn and accept him just the way he is because after all I am in love with him right. So I have nothing to regret” she dabbed the corner of his eyes a little to remove the stain.

Jimin was about to ask another question then he heard she continued “All I’m saying is, there must be a clear communication from both sides. In any relationship, never trust something which doesn’t come out from your partner’s mouth. Always listen and listen first, and then only you judge. If there’s one area where honesty is of utmost importance, it’s how you feel about each other and the relationship. When you do address a problem in your relationship, do it with loving kindness alright? With a goal of healing what is bruised between you” he unconsciously nodded to stylist nuna’s mind-blowing piece of advice.

“Is this about you?” she chuckled softly upon seeing the faint blush taking over his cheek, turning his skin an embarrassing shade of pink.

“Mmm… it is not like..” neither he denied nor he admitted to it.

Taking the cue as a ‘yes’, she eyed the younger boy deeply “Alright, we are ending this serious conversation now” stylist noona smiled in between her work and he was glad she didn’t question him further. The boy leaned in his chair to unwind, so she could apply his eyeliner easily. But not long after, he drifted off into deep thought again, Na Yeoul.

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“Good morning sleeping beauty”

“What….do you want Park Jimin.. why are you waking me up at 4 in the morning, it is still early”

“Hey.. get out for a second”

“What? Why? I am too lazy to drag my ass off the bed. Go away”

“I am being serious, come out. You will be surprised”

“Dont joke around”

“I am not.. Come on!” he shushed urging Yeoul to come out in the middle of her sleep.

“FINE! If it is unimportant I will hunt you down and slaughter you” she hung up with a deep groan. She was too tired to even open her eyes wide, now this guy out of nowhere demanded her to come out at dawn, was he being serious?

Grumpy Yeoul got off from bed, grabbing her sweater and put it on angrily, without even checking herself in the mirror. She really didn’t care seriously, all she wanted was to get over this whatever prank he tried to pull and crashed the bed again.

Exiting her house, she pulled on the hoodie, it was soft and warm enough to cover her messy hair and puffy face “Now what he wants me to see” she yawned and her eyes started to water.

She frowned to see the empty streets, as she glanced around there was no sign of human “Screw you Jimin. Wait until you come, I will kill you” she hummed, kicking the pebbles. As she was getting ready to turn back and head inside, she felt a pair of arm around her, pulling her into a tight hug.

Yeoul was stunned because she recognized this smell, it was Jimin. How on earth he’s here when he was supposed to be in Hong Kong. Or was she failed to remember the date of their Hong Kong Wings Tour, that must be it. If not how was it possible to see Jimin here bear hugging her.

“I miss you Yeoul” his whisper was ticklish.

“God… Park Jimin why are you here?” she hugged him back, burying her face deep in his embrace. Whatever I miss you too, she squealed in her head.

Jimin let out a soft chuckle, how she missed that voice “We just arrived yesterday, so I took the last bus to Busan. So here I am” Yeoul was touche by his kindness. How could a man be this perfect?

“Why didn’t you give me a call ishh” she looked up, caressed his cheeks “And you are not wearing mask, are you crazy? Even it is dark, you still need to put one” Yeoul disagreed.

“I took it off when I reached here, so don’t worry. Stop nagging, invite me inside. I am cold and I need sleep” he pouted childishly. He slung his arms around her shoulder as they made their way inside and soon after a shadow came out of his hidden spot with a clueless face.

Park Jimin is dating someone. This is big. The person has been following Jimin as ordered from his paper company. Every person in the company was assigned to get a scoop of a particular celebrity and he happened to be in charged of the famous Bangtan Sonyeodan’s member, Park Jimin. Before he witnessed this scene in front of him, he believed Jimin was dating Red Velvet’s Seulgi but not anymore.

That is interesting, he smug after reviewing few shots taken of their intimate moment together before went to hiding again.

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fyrapartnersearch · 6 years ago

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RP Partner Request

The tree branches snarled and gnashed as a sharp breeze cut through the night. The wind gutted caches of leaves in varying states of decay, tossing them up into dust devils. It was as if the wind triumphed in its ability to trespass where it wasn’t wanted.

A stretch of bare, clawing branches outlined a road like a gaping rib cage. Between them, a beast stalked the road. It dragged a lifeless body with short, violent tugs, leaving a stark trail of blood gleaming in the moonlight like a single, corrugated artery. It walked like a man, moved like a predator. Silver streaks of moonlight flashed through the leaves, revealing that the beast was dressed like a vagrant, covered in tattered brown, grey, and black rags. A ragged hood hid wisps of white hair that obscured a set of menacing red eyes. The moonlight cast a long, ominous shadow that stretched off into the distance, making the creature’s form appear bigger than it was.

The beast moved with purpose, walking to a massive, ornate, pillared structure barred by massive gates. With a touch, the gates swung open, and the doorway allowed him entrance.

The sadistic grin that peeked out from the beast’s hood was complemented by a cruel glint in his eyes. The traveler bared a set of perfect, pointed, ivory teeth, hinting at insanity.

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Good morning, afternoon or evening from Britain! My name is Nefarious, though Nef will do just fine, and I’m here to continue my never ending quest to quench the thirst that rattles through my being - the search for long-term roleplay partners!

The above passage may have peaked your interest; if it is, I humbly ask that you continue through this message, with the hopes that you and I will be a match made in heaven. The passage was taken from an old encounter, one that I would be willing to share fully with you upon contact, along with another, as an example of my seductive abilities.

While I’ll try to keep this message short and sweet, I cannot make any promises.

Who am I?

A 19 year old roleplayer who has been in the game for far too long, and yet finds herself with no stories to fall back on after a long day of hard work.

How do I roleplay?

Discord or email tends to be my preference, with the former being particularly enjoyable due to snappy response times when devising a plotline, but the latter allowing for easier organisation of longer posts. I tend to write replies on the longer, descriptive side of the spectrum, but I never expect my partner to match my lengths - merely send enough for me to work with. Due to work, I strive to reply at least once a day (but will always warn you when it’s going to be a bit late), and can often reply multiple times a day when I’m very invested in the RP idea and my character(s).

What do I enjoy?

Mostly anything, with only a couple of points that will be highlighted below that I’m not open to. As it is, and as you may have guessed from my introduction, I have a huge love of the darker, gritty themes, but am equally open to the softer, lighter tales of love and growth. I roleplay both in original and fandom universes (a list of the latter will be included), and can juggle multiple characters at a time. I’m also able to play any gender, and pairing with ease, having no real inclination towards any. Due to being over 18, I’m also capable and comfortable with smut, which can be discussed with limits upon further contact.

Some fandoms I particularly love:

Harry Potter (Any era except Next Gen)

MCU

DCU

Batman (Games)

Dragon Age (Any game) - this is something I’m absolutely craving!

Wolf Amongst Us

Borderlands (Any game)

Bioshock (Any game)

Walking Dead (Telltale games and TV series)

Twilight

Resident Evil

Underworld

If I haven’t said one you’d be interested, ask and we may be able to work something out!

Some original settings I particularly love:

Fantasy (Urban, High, Medieval, etc)

Sci-Fi (Futuristic, Steampunk, etc)

Mythology (Greek, Egyptian, Norse, etc)

Action

Romance

Supernatural (Werewolves, Vampires, etc)

Dark Themes (Murder, Psycho’s, Drugs, etc)

If I haven't noted a setting you're craving, suggest it to me!

What do I not enjoy? Slice of life tends to become boring very quickly for a player like me, and thus is on my “do not enjoy” list. I like following the lives of characters, but when those characters live boring lives, I can’t stick around for long! Another thing I do not do is play Canon characters in Canon x Canon pairings. I can happily play Canons as side characters to fill out the story when in fandom worlds, but I strictly play OC’s in pairings. While I may be convinced to do Canon x OC, this really depends on the fandom and characters you’re interested in, since I’ll likely only be comfortable playing characters that I know well.

What would I really like?

I’d love to find one or two roleplayers to explore the darker side of certain fandoms, in particular Harry Potter and MCU/DCU. I enjoy playing “ill” characters, such as those suffering from mental illnesses, and exploring the harsher sides of light-hearted settings, for example, the creature community within the HP world, and how they deal with the Wizards hatred. By contrast, I would do anything for a Dragon Age centric RP. This can be placed in any era, within or outside of the canon games, touching upon subjects noted in the storylines (which can be followed or morphed), or delving into the more unknown subjects (such as the Gods, etc). AU’s in these settings are also welcome - offer anything you have in mind!

How can you contact me?

When you contact me, please introduce yourself and explain what you’re looking for. While you don’t need any fully developed ideas, if you arrive with subjects to discuss, we’ll get along fine. On the other hand, if you contact me with the idea that you’d like to do whatever I’m interested in, we’re probably not going to get along very well, aha. I look forward to hearing from many of you!

Discord: Nefarious#1494

Email: [email protected]

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nekojitachan · 7 years ago

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You ever get something stuck in your head and you’re just like ‘WRITE NOW’?

Well, instead of finishing RP10, I did a thing.

Uhm, black magic, revenge, bad things happening to OCs (not graphic) and past bad things happening to other characters, but again, nothing graphic.

I call this ‘a boy and his demon meet cute’

*******

“-pass it around, Scott, don’t hog it!”

“I’m not! I barely got any off of it that time, you asshole! Stop complaining.”

“Both of you shut up before someone hears us.”

“Gawd, you’re such an old man, Ren. Live a little for once!”

“Yeah, come on, help me with this! It’ll be fun!”

Andrew had another swig of the cheap bourbon that Emilio had managed to get his hands on while the rest of the morons fussed over the book Gaby had brought along, even holding up their lighters to help illuminate the dark overhang on the roof of the hellhole currently serving as their home – McDougal Rehabilitation Center (or McD’s, as even the staff called it). A ‘lovely’ place with shitty plumbing and a/c and worse heating, but oh what a bonus that its make-shift security system always went on the fritz after a thunderstorm. Of course that didn’t do its poor wayward inhabitants much good when there was still the nasty outer parameter (Andrew suspected someone of having trust issues, imagine that), but on stormy nights when Jones was running their ward, the lazy bastard didn’t give much of a shit what they did as long as they were back in their beds by morning without any noticeable body harm or destruction of property.

So up to the roof they went, a chance to breathe some fresh (humid as fuck) air, to smoke and drink. Andrew wasn’t very sociable (at all), but he knew how to bypass the lock on the door and that way he got to keep an eye on the worst of the troublemakers (keep them in front of him, he told himself) while gaining access to said smoke and drink.

Though sometimes he wondered if it was worth it, having to listen to such inanity while he kept ‘watch’, supposedly for any staff showing up, as far as his fellow inmates were concerned.

“No, no, it’s supposed to work!” Gaby insisted, her voice the squeaky half-laugh which indicated she’d had a little too much of Tim’s pot. “I mixed a few things together, stuff I’ve seen and-“

“You’re just gonna make it rain again or something,” Cyn teased. “Or turn Ren into a frog!”

“It’ll be an improvement,” Emilio muttered, only to giggle (Gaby wasn’t the only one affected by the pot) when Ren shoved him a good foot over.

“Lemme concentrate,” Gaby complained as she sprinkled something on the roof (it looked as if she’d grabbed a couple of bottles of glitter from the art room), her brow furrowed and bleached blonde hair twisted into a bun to keep it falling onto the rough surface of the roof. “Uhm, we need some blood. Anyone have a – well, something sharp?”

McD didn’t allow them any weapons (no fun, this place), but they all learned to improvise. Bottle of bourbon held in his hand, Andrew pushed away from the wall near the door to watch Cyn hand Gaby what looked to be a piece of glass wrapped on one end so it could be held, which Gaby used to cut the tip of her left index finger – cut a little too deep, from the way she started swearing.

Meanwhile, Tim, always an asshole, took to laughing as he waved his hand around the glittery symbols. “Oooh, bowels of hell, hear our pleas and send us a servant to do our bidding!” He laughed some more, that time Emilio and Ren joining in as well.

“Not funny,” Cyn told them while Gaby complained about them ruining her spell.

“I don’t know, it worked a little.”

Andrew spun around to face the far end of the roof, where the strange voice had come from – sardonic and without a noticeable accent. There was something dark within the shadows, a human-like shape and two brilliant blue spheres that might be eyes around the same height as Andrew’s, perhaps a little higher. “But it’s not for rain and it’s definitely not for good luck.”

As the stranger spoke, Scott and Tim went charging toward him (it sounded like a ‘him’, like someone around their own age, though Andrew hadn’t heard that voice before), only to disappear into the shadows. There was the sound of something tearing followed by screams, screams which steadily became fainter and then there was the terrible noise of something meaty impacting the ground below.

Andrew threw the bottle off to the side as a distraction, but he only made two steps before there were more screams behind him; he turned to see that the glittery circle had become brilliant, multicolored flames and everyone around it – Gaby, Cyn, Ren and Emilio – were quickly consumed by it. Torn between shock and rage, he turned back to the shadow figure to find it standing in front of him, and gasped despite himself.

The figure was about his height but thinner, slighter, and was covered with scarred, burnt flesh, with remnants of charred clothes and singed dark hair. Between him being able to walk around in such a condition and those eyes, those balefire blue eyes, Andrew realized that it wasn’t human, wasn’t mortal. Yet he still struggled to get free, to lash out, to refuse to go down quietly, which only prompted an amused chuckle as he was grasped by the neck by a too-hot hand and lifted up into the air.

Long, narrow fingers choked off his air as the creature grinned, ruined lips pulling back to reveal sharp white teeth. “I know you. Oh yes I do, I know you. You were there that night, you sold us out.”

What was it talking about?

“I am going to enjoy this,” the creature continued as its fingers dug further into Andrew’s throat. “I am-“ It paused for a moment. “Huh.”

“Nah… nah….” Andrew choked out as he clawed at the arm holding him up, as he tried to kick at the body in front of him – seventeen years of twisted bastards and Drake and everything, only to go out like this? Not happening.

The creature let him go as if repulsed by him, yet didn’t back away. “’Nah’ what?” it asked in a curious tone, its head cocked to the side in an awful parody of a living person.

Coughing for about a minute while he looked around for a weapon (he just had to throw the bottle so far away, didn’t he?), Andrew shook his head. “Not… not him, whoever. Go the fuck away, freak.”

That prompted a laugh from the creature which sent a chill down Andrew’s back reminiscent of trickles of icy water. “You’re actually speaking the truth, aren’t you?” It leaned down, and gone were the thick lumpy scars from the burns, replaced by smooth skin tanned from sun exposure and dusted by freckles, the hair regrown and bright red. The creature was now a kid a little younger than Andrew with sharp, too attractive features and a wicked scythe of a smile and still those balefire eyes. “Nothing?”

“Only a desire to kill you,” Andrew confessed.

That smile grew even sharper. “Much too late, my snarly doppelganger. Let me tell you a little story – oh, we’ll skip along a good bit, no point in boring you, but the heart of it was that me and my mother were trying to avoid some very, very bad people.” The creature’s eyes flared even brighter for a moment and there was a crack of lightning in the sky as if for dramatic effect. “We met with a contact to get papers we needed to keep running, but apparently, he had a side business going on selling drugs and one of his regulars caught sight of us. A regular who had a son. A son who looks just like you.”

Andrew stared at the creature as those words sunk in, as he attempted to make sense of them. “This is all an insane delusion, something was in the alcohol.”

“Oh no, you’re not that lucky,” the creature told him. “Your little friend dotted a line she should have zagged and zigged a symbol she should have dotted, and she had some nice rich blood there, yes? Add on to it some idiot making an offer he shouldn’t, and here I am. I had wondered what allowed me to slip free, but now I know.” As it talked, Andrew heard voices down below, voices raised first in anger and then in alarm.

It reached out to flick him on the forehead to regain his attention, and for some reason, he couldn’t move to punch it. “Blood of my traitor, how nice. It looks like I finally get revenge.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Andrew gritted out as he fought to move, angered by the injustice of it all even though he should be used to Fate fucking him over by then.

“You’re the exact same blood as the son of the woman who sold out my mother, who led to me being condemned to hell,” the creature told him, eyes flaring so bright that Andrew had to close his eyes. “Their guilt is your guilt.”

Despite himself, a weak chuckle escaped Andrew; didn’t it figure that he found out that he had a brother (a twin, possibly, from what the damn creature insinuated), found out something about his mother, and it was when some fucking demon from hell arrived to kill him? “Just get it over with, you bastard.”

“I will.” The creature was quiet for a second, and then Andrew felt something slam into his chest, felt a sharp pain and then the world spun around him and-

He opened his eyes to find them standing in a park somewhere. He glanced around at the empty swing sets and then the creature standing next to him, now dressed in baggy jeans and an overlarge plain light blue sweatshirt. “This is hell?”

The creature snorted as he began to walk away, and for some damn reason Andrew was compelled to follow, to not let him get too far away. “You have very low standards.”

That wasn’t cryptic, was it? Andrew waited until they reached the street before speaking again, which annoyed the hell (irony much) out of him. “I’m alive?”

“So it seems?” The creature stopped to look at him. “Complaints? Not that I normally give a damn about requests, but I can always make an exception for you,” he said with a feral grin as he held up a suddenly clawed right hand.

Andrew gave him the finger in return. “Why?”

“Ah, a question that makes sense.” The creature nodded in what seemed to be approval. “Because it appears that you’re my anchor here now that I’m free, and I’ve many things to do - people to kill, a criminal empire or two to tear down.” It flapped its right hand about in the air a couple of times. “The usual.” It cocked its head to the side as it stared at Andrew. “Did you want to stay back there?”

Andrew considered all of that. “Not particularly. Are my mother and brother part of those ‘people to kill’?”

The creature’s smile didn’t waver. “Your mother, yes. That’s non-negotiable.”

That was taken into consideration with the knowledge that she’d betrayed whatever the creature had been before along with gave up Andrew and dragged his brother into a situation like the creature had described. “Because she betrayed you.”

The smile slipped away to be replaced by something utterly inhuman despite the fact that the creature still wore its ‘pretty’ face. “Because she betrayed my mother and me. She also cost Theo his life, all for a damn fix.”

All right. “What do I call you?” Somehow, Andrew didn’t think ‘creature’ would go down well with other people.

He felt some sort of satisfaction upon seeing the confusion and uncertainty at the question. “Uhm… Neil,” the demon (was it?) told him. “And you? Other than Minyard?”

Andrew nodded once as he tried not to be affected upon hearing what he assumed was his ‘real’ last name. “Andrew.” Oh yes, he was looking forward to finding the woman who’d given birth to him, too.

‘Neil’ nodded in return. “Okay, so if you’re not going to freak out on me,” he waited for Andrew’s response and smiled, the expression almost genuine at Andrew’s narrowed look, “then let’s get started.”

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I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.... *whimpers*

Ok, back to Raven’s Partner.

#tfc #aftg #andreil #demon!neil #it's all tilda's fault #why do i do these things #nekojitachanfics

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aneonbullet · 7 years ago

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All the OC questions! :-D

( @maggiemitchellclark | xo )

1. Your first OC ever?

A great many variations of Helene, because over the years, all I ever did was alter the girls name, for my stories, never her appearance of personality or anything like that. So it’s pretty much been Hel all this time. She has been known as Bailey, Catherine, Lottie, Shae, Gracie etc.

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

Emlyn, Helene, Nicholai and Caleb are probably my favourites, because they are the ones I’ve really devoted a lot of my time to and the ones that appear in my head no matter what I am doing. It hasn’t happened much lately, though. I don’t know why half my muses, if not all, have gone quiet on me.

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?

I don’t believe I have, though many of my original characters are born through canon characters, but that is only as far as face claims go. Like, I have accounts on here for a lot of canons, with faces that I end up using for my own characters, which is usually how I work.

4. A character you rarely talk about?

Half the boys I made a photoset for yesterday; the vampires. I rarely talk about Auberon though have mentioned him several times over the years. I have never mentioned Taiga or Emilio, though can, if only a little, recall mentioning Mathias before. I also don’t really talk about Sebastian much, either.

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

Emlyn ! jeez, I have such a hard time getting people to interact with him, let alone appreciate him as a character. I actually gave up trying, which might also explain why I’ve been knocked off most of my accounts recently, ‘cause I’m just not feeling the drive for it anymore.

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

Bodhi / Jasper although they really are two very different muses and don’t look that much alike as its based on appearance isn’t it? similarities, but two very different looks from both of them. Johnny can look unlike himself and unlike his other characters pretty easy, but for those two, the only difference I see right now is their hair colour. For Bodhi, I opted for his character ‘ Cesar ‘ and for Jasper, I opted for the look of ‘ Roux ‘ so, very different, but also very similar. Personality wise, insanely different.

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

Absolutely, especially the ones I rarely mention on tumblr. They always have a part in the stories that I write and appear frequently, so it’s surprising I don’t talk about them on here. Perhaps that could in fact change sometime soon, but at the moment, I seem to be stuck in a rut.

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!

Only one? I think most people know Emlyn and Helene pretty well ‘cause I push for notice with them all the time, so I’ll introduce Caerwyn——originally he was going to have some ties with Emlyn until I realised the likeness between Cae and his father would weird the poor boy out, but he too is Welsh; hails from a small town in the vale of Glamorgan and is an officiant at his local chapel. He’s without a doubt one of the sweetest muses I have ever had, alongside Emlyn.

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?

Only for fanfiction or artwork purposes, perhaps. I have very close bonds with all of my oc’s so it’d be a really difficult thing for me to watch someone else try and portray them accurately in an rp sense – but for writing stories and drawing or painting? sure. I would be a little unsure of the portrayal, like in ways whereby the writer could turn them into someone completely different, ‘cause then they lose all of the things that make them who they are and make them a special cupcake, but otherwise.. I’d not have too much of a problem with it. There are some of them I would never give up, though. Like, you can’t have Emlyn, you can’t have Helene, you can’t have Caleb or Nicholai or Pipkin.

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

Noah, maybe? he was a creation via spur of the moment lustful loathing of Kylo Ren so he came out of literally nowhere with no real purpose, but now he’s genuinely probably one of the most important I have ever created. He plays an enormous role in Helene’s life from time to time, depending on how I’m working on a backstory, or which road I take it down. He has also become rather important to the daughter of Harley and the Joker, so I think he’s developed really well over time. He was also so, so easy to figure out after a short while, where I thought I might struggle ‘cause of how it began.

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?

Emlyn, hands down. I never stop to think about which oc is the sunshine of the group whenever that question is brought up, really. It’s always going to be the same response, even when he hasn’t been communicating with me and even when I can’t get a bloody thing from him, he’s still a sunshine.

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot

Colleen is literally one of my most treasured favourites! she has one of the best backstories ever, of any oc I have come to know over the years. I also really love her face claim and think everything does work so well all tied in together. Also a huge fan of Diarmad, specifically, because he brought Em to life fully and I will be forever grateful for his existence; also for the stuff that those two get up to - and, also, for the brotherly bond they have that never ever goes away, even with time passed.

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?

Oh, I’m pretty sure a lot of them are, they just try and hide it from me. Of the ones I know for a fact do love to cause some drama, though, there’s Death ( not really wanting to refer to him as an oc but by fc choice and other tidbits, he can be ), Malachi ( yes he has been known to get drunk and go off on one many a time ) and Alastair ( dude has a problem with authority but he’s pretty low key with it ).

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory

Caleb has an awful backstory, so much so I have never penned a drabble for him to let it all out of his system, but we’ll see how that turns out. If I can write anytime soon, I’ll put something up, or just get him onto tumblr to talk it through. He has told Helene, I am dead certain, but nothing is revealed to me; nothing of that nature. The only other depressing backstory is Emlyn’s, but everyone knows what happened there and is still currently happening, if only mildly.

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?

Absolutely ! I no of no writer that doesn’t enjoy this, because even when you think you have it all there and figured out, just talking in detail about your oc or venting wildly, can often times bring with it more details you didn’t even know before, it just kinda pops out at you and it’s brilliant.

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)?

I’m gonna just assume this is aimed solely at Benjamin because, although not biology, he is legit a Physicist, so I’m going to safely say he would have been pretty incredible in that subject. I don’t know for sure, but I’m guessing he has been fascinated by all things Science for many years, extending to his younger years, as well, so it seems most likely this question is only for him tbh.

17. Any OC OTPs?

Helene / Caleb are like my favourite married couple in my world of oc’s. Also a huge fan of the Emlyn and Violet pairing, and they are still happily united. Those two otp’s are pretty much the only ones I’m focusing on half the time whenever it comes to writing drabbles or short stories.

18. Any OC crackships?

I usually don’t work around shipping that way, I just kind of let the oc’s fall for who they fall for and I’m always going from there and helping them out once they have chosen, but for a crackship, I can legit imagine a thing happening between Auberon and Mathias ( they have nothing in common and have personalities that would wind the other up consistently, so for humour purposes, thats the ship ).

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

Ooosh, all of them do, in varying ways, but Emlyn and Helene are probably the ones that mean most simply because of the enormous weight I feel in my chest whenever I am writing about either one of them, or if they both happen to be spending time together. I find it lovely that they get along so well – but also kinda get it. I mean, they are my favourites and I have devoted most of my time toward them, so it’s only natural that they are the ones that mean a lot to me, in comparison.

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

Emlyn, Helene, Caleb, Taiga, Nicholai and Caerwyn can all sing fairly well, though Emlyn’s voice is a theatre trained example of how good he can actually sing outside of production performances. Hel is gifted with a naturally operatic voice / Taiga tossed himself heavily into the rock scene and has gone a lot down the Lestat route in his career attempt at becoming a musician / Nicholai has the softest & most soothing vocals ever and Caerwyn’s voice grew over the years through choir pratice ( Emlyn is also a member of his local choir in one particular verse, though the two are not at all connected ).

21. Your most artistic OC

I would say Helene, but she doesn’t like to share her creations too often, only piano compositions. It doesn’t really count as artistic in the way I think this question means, so perhaps Anouk - she has a great deal of talent for sketching her surroundings above all else, but can also draw from life, i.e. an interesting looking person within close enough distance, she can actually focus long enough to get something down on paper, before they move away.

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?

I’m genuinely not sure about this because no one has ever approached me about it, but people d o actually do this often with my canon characters, purely because they don’t pay attention to detail, or appreciate that whichever muse I am writing at the time, can sometimes be unpleasant. I am really not sure if this has happened with an original character but I certainly hope not.

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

I think the only one I really see a change in is Helene, focusing mainly on her run ins with vampires, I am starting to believe it has changed her dramatically. For the most part, she remains the same and untainted by events but certain scenarios that have happened over the years, all relating to vampires - have really pushed her sideways to some degree and she doesn’t stand for taking crap anymore. I recall her near bellowing at Lestat not too many years ago because she was done with his shit, but since having met Caleb, she’s calmed considerably, although she did also yell at him. She honestly has this cruel, unfair grudge against all the undead because of what Lestat did, aha.

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

Emlyn and Helene, but also their other halves as well and we could all like go out for the day. I’d just love getting to know all four of them on an even deeper level and spending time with them in the real world would be a beautiful thing, ‘cause it’d be especially nice to see how happy they are.

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

Helene started off this way and was no different to me at all really, but she’s come into her own and I am glad for it, because characters that are literally you in rp can often end up being a personal blow if a thread doesn’t go as you hoped it would and as some people are highly sensitive in the case, as they went into it with a muse that was identical to themselves, because they wanted to find a certain feeling etc, it can really sting if the oc is too much like yourself. Helene is one on her own now, so I’m not to say any more that she is anything like me. Emlyn is similar to me, but he is everything I would like to be.. he is far more outgoing and speaks his mind as and when; generally a lot more aware & sure of himself under certain circumstances, so that’s where he helps me in turn.

( questions 26 —— 50 will be answered first thing tomorrow ! )

#answered ;#maggiemitchellclark #so sorry I couldn't finish the rest of this tonight !#I left it too late to respond to and I must sleep :D

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Who needs a title when they have us?

Disclaimer (more like warning): you’re not allowed to stop being my friend because of how weird this is…

We started talking exactly a year ago, even if we were aware of one another’s existence before then. I wanted to give you something to celebrate that like the sappy weirdo I am but, alas, we do not yet have portals so, in a serious question of my personality, I turned to the numbers first. Yeah, I know, me, the crazy child that loves words and can’t do math turned to numbers. Crazy, right? Well, the deluge of words comes right after the brief numbers so mwah ha haha ha.

23 / 02 / 2017

2 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 7 = 17

1 + 7 = 8

This friendship is two people so 8² = 64

And, ergo, here are 64 things I adore about you:

1 - You can speak English! Really well! It’s absolutely incredible and I can’t thank you enough because we wouldn’t even be able to talk with this talent of yours! And you do it so brilliantly I sometimes forget you weren’t born in an English-speaking country!

2 – Frankly, you’re weird. And that means we’re both weird, so you don’t mind me being crazy and you can be crazy right back at me and it’s all okay! I appreciate the mutual exchange of weirdness!

3 – Your creativity amazes me! Whether it’s a new perspective on the world, a song you make up, your OCs’ world, or anything else, your creativity is absolutely mind-blowing!

4 – Which leads me to: art! You’re amazing at it! It’s like you’ve absorbed most of the artistry the world had to offer! I can’t even deal with how flawless your creations are!

5 – You are extremely protective, which is one of the reasons we met at all! And you keep offering to come all the way here and hurt people for me, which is crazy but dearly appreciated!! It’s a lovely quality and always makes me smile!

6 – Thankfully, you don’t mind hugs! Not that there’s anything wrong with minding hugs, of course! But I’m one of those people who likes hugs and, even if we haven’t hugged in person, you don’t mind all the virtual hugs! * hugs you *

7 – We have somehow talked basically every day despite our crazy time differences, from two hours to twelve! It’s commendable that we’ve both stayed up late / woken up early to talk!! And even when we don’t have really long conversations, there’s always a good morning / good night!

8 – Over the year, you’ve taught me a lot! From art to brigadeiro to the occasional Portuguese phrase, and even the occasional innuendo I didn’t get… I appreciate the enlightenment!

9 – I have to mention your hair! It’s so fluffy and hilarious (and guitar hair at one point) and I absolutely love how you cut it yourself, that was really brave! It’s a beauty!

10 – Whilst I’m on physical features, have you seen your eyes? Well, yeah, you have, but I mean, do you know how enchanting they are? Sometimes as green as PJ and sometimes like a kaleidoscope, beautiful!!

11 – Also, your nails! They always seem to be in perfect shape and they’re such beautiful designs – you marbled them a few times and that was amazing! Plus, your nail art is so cute!! I love how you take care of them!

12 – As we’re on physical traits, I feel it’s necessary to mention your snazzy style! Your outfits are on point and I love the way you organise things or make them aesthetic! It’s so great!!

13 – Let’s not forget your morality! And no, I don’t mean you have a mini Patton (although I suppose we all do) but I mean the way you’re honest and don’t lie or backbite and stuff [I think]!

14 – Leading on from that, you’re really humble! I know you say you have a big ego but you’re not arrogant about it and I greatly appreciate that because otherwise my general cluelessness would be a problem!

15 – You’re also crazily cheesy sometimes, especially for someone who’s lactose intolerant! But it’s cute and always funny, plus it means you’re not too bothered when I’m cheesy (which is a lot) so thanks!

16 – You also have a really good taste in music! All the bands and stuff you’ve recommended to me have been amazing and I do appreciate the Fall Out Boy screaming we did together!

17 – That act was kind of you and, in fact, my next point is how kind you are! You’re so considerate about me saying weird stuff (cansado, not casando) and you always try to lift my spirits up in such a sweet way!

18 – Thus building up the fact that you always try to help me, no matter how weird the requests are, like asking for a picture of Thor or assessing if my cheesy story speech was feelsy enough, and that’s remarkable of you!

19 – It’s similar to an earlier point but you’re so imaginative, it’s crazy! The ideas you come up with and the world you’ve created is so detailed and amazing – you made a language, for star’s sake! It’s just marvellous!

20 – I love how our conversations can tangent to extremely odd things and we can go from pencils to existential crisis to schooling systems to a random youtube video! It’s so fun and enjoyable!!

21 – (What’s nine plus ten?) You seem to have this store of facts and knowledge of things that comes in useful both practically and for entertainment purposes, which is seriously cool!

22 – And your determination is commendable! You’ve drawn detailed masterpieces within a day and you’ve worked for things, whether it’s grades or health, and that’s literally so inspiring!

23 – Promises!! You keep them! You’re okay with my childish pinky promise inquiries and you definitely don’t purposely break promises, which is basically a fundamental for… you know, anything, so go you!

24 – The thing is, I’m not worried to tell you things I’m obsessed with because we met through the phandom and that builds a more or less accepting baseline, which is a relief because otherwise I am not good at trusting people with my obsessions!

25 – I have to express my gratitude for the way you don’t mind my crazy rambling! I can talk for absolutely ages or just gush about something and you don’t get mad, which is really kind of you!!

26 – You also care a lot. Which is good, because it makes you ultra-friendly and so cute! I very much appreciate, even if I act annoyed at, how you keep telling me to sleep when our time difference is too much!

27 – You always do random things that amaze me even though I already know how awesome you are! Like when you memorised and performed colour bandits!! That was an amazing feat and I still can’t believe you Did That!

28 – Did I mention your versatile drawing skills are absolutely astonishing? Your shading, colouring, expressions, and clothes are absolutely flawless and you keep improving, I can’t even deal!

29 – Another thing is, you’re often super chill about things. Not nonchalant but you’re not really, really stressed to the point where you’re just blanking out the obvious – you’re pretty rational!!

30 – And that leads me to thanking you for sticking around through bad days that you don’t [at least I don’t think you] judge and can give me advice about or just listen / read, which is often the most helpful thing to be honest!

31 – Your voice is gorgeous! You keep saying you sound rough but I still think you sound like beautiful ocean waves in front of a calming sunset on a beach! It’s such a snazzy voice and I could listen to you talk forever!

32 – Not to mention when you sing! It’s so majestic and cute and adorable, I love it! It always makes me smile, even if I’ve had a weird day! (PS, you’re halfway through, don’t worry, not much more left and you’ll be free soon)

33 – The abundance of tumblr tagging has to be mentioned! You’re cool with it when I tag you and you tag me in things too, which is always something awesome to pick my phone up to!!!

34 – You’re genuinely really clever! You do well at the stuff you want to and I admire you for it, even if you doubt yourself sometimes! I think your intelligence is applause-worthy!

35 – That intelligence also comes with the wit to make puns, which are usually hilarious and perfectly carried out! It’s a very charming skill to have!!

36 – And where there’s puns, there’s references! The amount of youtubers’ references we’ve made is crazy and I love your Bo Burnham ones, even if I don’t quite understand all of them, as you don’t always get my obscure bookish ones!

37 – Our keyboards must have rolled their non-existent eyes at us because of the crazy caps lock we keep using when fangirling or shouting or generally emphasising our points, but I love reading the conversations back and the caps lock is an awesome, fun thing!

38 – Moment of credit to the time when we discovered how to bold and italic things and spent a week experimenting every possible scenario and then saved them all too… our shared overexcitement was crazily enjoyable!

39 – Touching on a deeper subject, we do have a basic trust in each other! Like not sharing facts and stories with others and appreciating privacy but also knowing that we don’t have to be on tip-toes around each other! It’s super comforting!

40 – Oh, did I mention how everything you draw turns out to be a masterpiece and yet you keep downplaying it? Your art is just a beauty and I can’t ever express how bubbly and vibrant it is!!!!

41 – You’re really supportive and I love that I can tell you one of my crazy ideas and you’ll go with it, like when we were decided how to pronounce ‘Xnij’ and so many other times you’ve given me confidence!

42 – Whenever I see posts about crediting people, I’m always reminded of [the reason we met and] how, when you wrote Mint Green Beanie, I helped you with the wording and you gave me some credit even though you didn’t need to? That showed how incredible you are!

43 – Honestly, the amount of late night or really really early morning talks we’ve had is insane and yet you don’t seem to mind, and I love that I can message you or something and you’ll reply at the craziest of times, it’s dearly appreciated!!!!!

44 – I mentioned this before but how inspiring you are deserves its separate point! You have a really cool attitude to life and your approach to things is so awesome, you make everything seem effortless and yet I know you work for things.

45 – You’re not afraid to be yourself and I admire that! You compliment those who you deem worthy and you call out those who you dislike, which is brave and really fantastic of you!

46 – Linked with that is the fact that you sometimes have no filter, whether that’s when talking or in pictures! Either way, it shows you’re not a deceitful person and it makes you powerful!!

47 – You also seem to understand my weird terms for things, substitutions for swearing, and the odd phrases I’ve picked up (like briktah) and you’re pretty chill with how I might drop the odd word in Portuguese or German!!!

48 – Randomly placed thing but I really love your smile! It’s so bright and happy and cute, it’s contagious and genuinely makes me happy too!!

49 – Your sense of humour is seriously relatable and it’s probably because we both laugh at stupid things but I love how funny you can be and that all my jokes aren’t weird to you!

50 – I love how you send tumblr asks, both to me and others, it’s a lovely thing to get an alert for and the effort is greatly appreciated! Your presence in my inbox is a blessing!

51 – I’m sort of cliché and terms of endearment are amazing to me so the fact that you often use them is so sweet and I love you for it! And Sunny of all nicknames, it’s so kind and I could thank you forever for it!

52 – I have to say, you’re pretty good at existential crisis mode. That sounds weird but the amount of times we’ve changed to having an existential moment is phenomenal and the fact that you can unleash your inner existential Dan and go with it (or prompt it) is super great!!

53 – Our typos. Oh my stars, the amount of typos we keep saving is ridiculous but we keep doing it and it’s so fun to facepalm at them and question the sanity of autocorrect or our fingers….

54 – The plans we keep making for the future! Like making me eat Chinese or making you experience snow or even just hugging at some point, and lately the plushie adventure thing, they’re so fun and give me something to look forward to!

55 – Hey, did I mention your art? I have to admire the way you’re good at every style and you’re willing to experiment and make incredible traditional, digital, and everything other type of art pieces! A true artiste!

56 – You happen to be slightly mad and it’s actually very endearing. Your wild ideas are insane and cute, and I love the obscure things you might pick up on and turn into something great!!!!

57 – To put it simply, you are trash. Not as in bad, but as in so deep in the fandoms that they’ve merged with your roots. And it’s awesome because you make it even cooler than it is (obviously I think being in a fandom is cool but I am slightly biased because, you know… I’m in a lot)

58 – You’re cute. Really cute! With your interesting expressions or passions and the way you laugh, as well as the way you draw! Absolutely cute, honest!

59 – You might roll your eyes at his but your dimples!!! They’re so adorable and poke-able and just so fabulous!! You just rock those dimples!

60 – I appreciate how you remember things I tell you or details most people would forget, whether that’s a book I’ve been reading or a friend I’ve talked about or a preference I talked about weeks before! It makes me happy!!!

61 – Your excitement is intense! When you were moving or after you cut your hair or when you became rosey and crushed for ages, your excitement was super cute and just so touching!!

62 – Maturity. You have it. We can talk about really serious things and I never feel like we’re judging each other or it’s uncomfortable, it’s just deadly serious and there’s no questions asked, or the right questions are asked and then the answers are (maybe cheesy but) sincere.

63 – Immaturity. You have it. Yes, it’s a contradiction to the above but I also adore how we can laugh about fidget spinners for hours or send stupid jokes back and forth and act really childish, which is something I don’t think anyone does enough!

64 – I mean, if you’ve read this far, that’s reason enough, but also the fact that we’re still going after an entire year of ups and downs and all things in between is just crazy, and I guess I just want to say thank you for everything and I love you <8

And, finally, you’re free of my ludicrous way of expressing how I feel and how hyped I am! Sorry I didn’t really make anything but yeah, thanks for being one of my best friends, muffin! Have a lovely fri-YAY of our friendiversary! I couldn’t ask for a better first internet buddy and Dan to my Phil, u da bomb <3

#i teared up #thank you so much #i love you sunshine #sunny #THS IS WHY I DONT DESERVE YOU #submission

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