#lust for life insp

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[3mixs]

okay so i’ve had three very loose ideas for fics and i really want to get started on writing one of them! so i’m going to write out three really rough synopsis of them and if anyone has any preference, comments, questions, ideas to make something better or anything at all please let me know ! i also want to note side ships/characters are very very underdeveloped so if you have any suggestions for them i’d love to hear them !

option 1 - twice band au (insp. daisy jones & the six) - in 1996 the all female pop-rock band ‘fatal flaw’ took the world by storm. their edgy style, seductive lyrics, and catchy sound made them impossible to ignore. critics thought they’d be a flash in the pan, after all they were just a group of friends who started a band in a garage. but the critics severely underestimated how much appeal a group of six beautiful women with captivating chemistry would have to the masses. their debut album ‘feels so good’ helped them get their name out there. however, their sophomore album ‘insatiable’ is what skyrocketed them to levels of fame they could have never prepared for. the group had the potential to go all the way, become a band that would inspire generations to come. but during their infamous world tour for their third album ‘glory days’ things came to a shocking end. halfway through the tour the band announced their last performance - and what a performance it was. their legacy has long surpassed their actual career. for years fans have wondered what caused the band to break up. and for years the members have wondered if any of it was worth it.

members: jihyo (vocals) jeongyeon (vocals + lead guitar) nayeon (vocals + bass) momo (drums) sana (keyboard) mina (vocals + rhythm guitar) content warnings for the story: drug/alcohol use, smut, profanity, addiction, cheating. (more may be added)

option 2 - misana!vampire x slayer!jihyo au (insp. buffy the vampire slayer x vampire diaries universe) - in every generation there is one human destined to protect the world from vampires, this human is known as they slayer. this generation’s slayer is park jihyo. at the age of fifteen jihyo killed her first vampire and since then her world has never been the same. forced to grow up at a young age, jihyo can hardly remember life before defeating the supernatural and keeping balance in the world. with training and guidance from her mentor, jihyo takes the duties of her role as slayer very seriously. one day she will rid this world of vampires, she just has to figure it out first. 

mina is one of the world’s original vampires. in the early years of civilization, there was a small village in what is now modern day japan that is known to be the origin of the vampires. in a last ditch effort before an invasion, a group of powerful women gathered to sacrifice themselves to the gods to protect their village. mina doesn’t know what made her the way she is now, if it was truly the gods answering their prayers, some sort of witch craft, or some greater evil cursing them. all mina knows is that after the sacrifice she and a three other women had been reborn as creatures the world had never seen before. they gifted (cursed) with powers no being should possess. they were faster and stronger than any human could ever become. their bodies were regenerative, every wound would mend itself in just moments. they were the perfect soldiers and when the time came they defended their village with ease. but their new forms were unpredictable and the blood lust and eternal life were a surprise that cost the villagers their lives. the girls were insatiable and ripped through not only the attackers but their own people. over the years as they honed in their abilities and realized death would not come the original vampires drifted apart. as far as mina knows they’re all still alive-or whatever this state of life was called- and have since created several lineages of vampires that now infest the world. for centuries mina has isolated herself from the world after creating her biggest mistake: sana. now, desperate to find a way to end her life mina seeks out the slayer. mina wants to end her suffering, she’s tired of being alone, unchanging, and reminded of all the atrocities she’s committed. however, no matter how many times she tries to kill herself, nothing will work. on the other side of the world sana gets wind of mina’s plan and is dead set on stopping her. sana was the first person mina ever turned, their love so strong they wanted to spend an eternity in each other’s arms. however, when sana turned her humanity was switched off and she became someting unrecognizable. she has since built one of the strongest vampire clans in the world and can’t lose this empire she’s made. no original has ever died and she fears what may happen if one does... especially when it’s her creator. 

jihyo is skeptical of mina’s intentions since she’s never had a vampire willingly hand themselves over to her. but she quickly realizes mina’s sincerity and agrees to help her with this crazy task. mina would be the first original vampire to ever die.

content warnings: smut, blood, death/murder, violence, profanity, probably alcohol, more tba.

option 3 - 3mix soulmate au (insp. soulmate countdown) - everyone is born with timers on their wrists counting down to 0 until they meet their soulmate. jeongyeon’s went off when she was performing at her first trainee showcase and she heard “finally now i have a same age friend” from the audience. her heart felt like it had stopped for a moment when she met a pair of big sparkly eyes and a bright smile a few rows down. jeongyeon and jihyo have been soulmates for ten years now. with the huge market that kpop is growing into, a sense of closeness and attainability is one of the biggest marketing tactics of the industry. no idol is to disclose their timer to give off the illusion that they could be anyone’s soulmate (though companies say it’s to protect their idol’s privacy). fans flock to fansigns and concerts with dreams of locking eyes with their idol and their timer stopping. others like to fantasize about members of groups having their souls intertwined and ship members as ‘soulmates hidden in plain sight.’ most shippers resent anyone close to their idol in fear they might be connected by fate. as one of the most famous kpop groups, ICON is closely monitored to make sure there is never any slip ups with their timers.

unfortunately all hell breaks loose when dispatch releases a photo showing jeongyeon’s timer: “00:00:00:00″. fans react as expected: shock, anger, resentment, support but most of all fans react with curiosity. in a frenzy fans try to determine who jeongyeon’s soulmate is. it doesn’t take long for several theories to pop up, but one theory seems to have much more traction than the rest: jeongyeon’s soulmate is nayeon. the ship had always been popular among fans as the duo had been close since their trainee days. plus, the had a certain allure with their push-pull dynamic that made fans go crazy. for years fans had theorized about their relationship, only now they were sure they had been right all along. ICON’s company realized the marketing potential of the pair and quickly pulled nayeon and jeongyeon into a meeting. the two would come forward as a couple and they would be able to push the soulmates angle, 10 years of friendship, they’d been through everything together and been in love through it all. despite jeongyeon’s protests and advocating for the truth because jihyo was still a member of the group and after all, it was THEIR story the company was trying to market - the company wasn't going to have it. before the meeting even ended the company already confirmed 2yeon’s relationship to the world despite it being completely fabricated.

members of ICON: jihyo (main vocalist, lead dancer, leader) nayeon (lead vocalist, center, face of the group) jeongyeon (lead vocalist) sana (vocalist, lead dancer, rapper, visual) momo (main rapper, main dancer) content warnings: tba.

*i almost made this a social media au several years ago so if this seems familiar that’s why! 

[zooey-glss]

[puppy-phum]

SALIGIA

latin, noun 1 the seven deadly sins 2 acronym consisting of the first letters of the sins insp.

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disclaimer: this is not intended as hate towards any of the characters more of my thoughts under the cut!

a couple of words on why i chose these sins for each of them bc a) i spent some time researching all of this and b) am a nerd who cannot shut up. so here: 

black: superbia or pride is often listed as the most serious of the seven deadly sins or as “the father” of all sins (tho any of the sins could be that in theory but pride has been seen as the one bc it’s connected to satan/lucifer etc etc you know). and isn’t black all of that as a person - the starting point of all of this fighting? he got the group together and he’s the reason white joins them. also it said somewhere that pride is often seen as having too much self-confidence (especially when in a leader position) and black wishing to always handle his problems alone does speak of some type of pride.

todd: avaritia or greed seemed suitable for him, tho i also kept bouncing between lust (his lust for power as well as those oh so slutty shirts) and envy (him wishing to have the things tawi has). but greed included the wish to have more than one needs and also got connected with betrayal so here we are. as a side note, i gotta point out the matching suit for him and black (spades) bc i love my details.

yok: probably very obvious and i feel kind of funny for making him such a cliché but hear me out; it wasn’t an easy decision. yok being luxuria or lust was one of the first ones that popped into my head but i actually kept changing it around a lot bc lust seemed to fit so many of them and i kind of wanted yok to have something else. but it still fits! he is very much driven by his desire, be it desire for ppl, or justice, or art. and that desire does make him act a bit irrationally.

gram: like yok, very self explanatory. gram’s whole storyline is connected to some level of envy as he tries to chase after his friend’s girlfriend. so it was kind of easy to choose invidia or envy for him. it also said somewhere that envy is often the biggest cause for unhappiness which seemed to sum up gram and his actions quite well. also pointing out his lone suit, diamond, as i often see something mischievious in that. i also like it the least so i only wanted it here once hhh

white: he was the hardest to place actually. my first choice for white was sloth as he neglects his duty towards the ppl around him and ignores the society’s problems but once made aware of those, he does change himself very quickly. so gula or gluttony ended up being his instead. the defining thing for gluttony is consuming more than one needs, leaving others often needy, and it did somehow match white. he wants too much (and i don’t say this with any malice, he damn well deserves everything good out there); he wants his own life, the easy life he’s gotten used to; he wants his brother’s life once he’s gotten into it; he wants his brother, and the gang, and sean despite knowing all of that will clash. he wants, and so others end up having to give up things for that.

sean: very easy. i feel like ira or wrath is just written all over his character. his thirst for revenge is the driving force behind everything he does and he even says it himself; that his anger turns into hate and that it has cost him. he wishes misfortune upon others and might even harm innocents (by accident) in the process (think about yok’s mom as an example). he also attempts to deny all the bad in his actions once white tries to make him see them (or at least he takes an extra minute to accept it which leads into him trying to choke white to death but well, what can you do, really). also mentioning here the matching suit for seanwhite which is hearts!

dan: he was my other choice for acedia/tristitia or sloth. the sin of sloth is based on, like i said with white, being apathetic towards your duties and choosing not to act. dan is very much in a state where he wants to act but doesn’t or cannot. sloth is “failure to do things one should do” and it is connected with cowardice, irresponsibility, and abandonment. i know he is trying but he really didn’t go at it the right way.

gumpa: i felt sad about not getting to include him amongst the seven so i wanted to have him as the joker instead! he became the original sin after the final episode showed us him talking about being the previous generation and him wishing to see the new one succeed in their fights now. so he is kind of the origin for all of their fights and so, original sin. (i love him so much if it isn't obvious)

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“So Cold”

[insp. by @socialanxiety-queen Trap-O-Ween Day 7: Vampire Lovers 🖤🖤🖤 All credit to her!] [song insp.]

[18+ below]

“Come here,” Colby’s voice was thick as he leaned back against the loveseat of his and his lover’s New Orleans apartment. 

Sam eyes flared red with lust, dropping the poor unconscious woman he had decided to take a small sip from, and licked his lips of her blood, though some droplets slipped down his throat. Colby’s eyes narrowed in on the blood before raising his heavy gaze to the blonde immortal. In a flash of speed, Sam was sitting on Colby’s lap, pinning his hands above his head. Sam lowered his head to Colby’s throat, giving a steady lick and Colby hissed, baring his fangs to his blonde lover. 

“I want to taste again...,” Sam moaned, placing a soft kiss to Colby’s throat. 

The brunette smirked, knowing that every since Colby changed Sam back in the 1530s when Colby was living in London at the time (having been a vampire for about a hundred years prior) Sam had a bit of a kink for that moment. Colby can still remember it like it was yesterday rather than the 300 years that had passed into the present year of 1835. Sam was a greedy newly-turned vampire, taking Colby’s blood from his throat like a starving child. Colby had almost passed out!

Without Colby’s permission (though Sam never really needed it with Colby), the blonde found Colby’s jugular and bit down hard. Colby bit his bottom lip, tasting his own blood, and tossed his head back and the veins and tendons in his neck straining, moaning like some wanton prostitute. Sam drank, groaning against Colby’s throat at the familiar taste, though vampire blood was dull (like flavorless food) in comparison to human. But, Sam never grew old of it. 

Then, suddenly, Colby snarls and slips from Sam’s hold easily, grabbing Sam’s bare hips and flipping the blonde with unnatural speed into the seat Colby was moments before. Sam leaned away from Colby and against the loveseat as Colby rose, pushing his knee up in-between Sam’s thighs and against his groin. Colby’s eyes were crimson and his mouth was agape with his stark white fangs glistening in the low candlelight. He gave a tentative lick to his fangs. Keeping his eyes on Sam’s, Colby lowered his body down against the blonde’s, grinding his hips upward to tease the blonde, before ducking under Sam’s chin. He found Sam’s vein quickly and bit down, as well, flooding his senses with Sam’s scent and the hundreds of memories they had shared since that fateful night in 1532. 

Colby had constant lovers, many of which were human and barely made it through the night, before he met Sam. Yet, since the day Sam arrived in Colby’s immortal life, they were stuck to the hip and Colby adored his blonde lover like he was the best holiday gift he ever received. Every day was a gift to Colby and, through their immortal lives together, Sam was a never-ending miracle. 

Pulling away from Sam’s throat, blood seeped down his bare chest and Colby growled as he leaned down to lick it away, waiting till Sam’s wound healed. As he did so, Colby’s hand rose up Sam’s chest to his throat and he gave an experimental squeeze. Sam was usually the more dominant one in the relationship, but Colby wanted to see what he could do to Sam. And it didn’t disappoint as Sam gave a sharp surprised inhale-like moan. 

“You do that again and you’ll regret that later,” Sam mumbled beneath the high the hand on his throat gave. 

Colby smirked and pulled away from his lover again, peering down at Sam, “You should know better Sam-- those threats,” his voice was thick and low in his chest, “will make me want to do what you don’t want,” and he squeezed Sam’s throat again. 

Sam moaned and bucked his hips up into Colby’s, “That’s what I was hoping,” and Sam quickly switched their positions again with Colby on the bottom and Sam on top. 

The blonde smirked as he shifted his position so he was sitting on Colby’s lap fully again. He raised a single finger to swipe at his lips, taking the lingering traces of Colby’s blood off of them and then slipping the finger into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the substance. 

Colby found himself getting quite heated at the sight above him and he growled frustratingly, “Well, don’t just sit there making empty promises.”

[octopodeez]

Can’t Get It Out Of My Head (Peter Quill x Reader)

For @ravingmadstark to whom I’ve owed this since January. 

In which you slow dance with the one and only Star-Lord. (insp.)

He so desperately wanted to be called Star-Lord, but everyone called him Quill. Except for you. You preferred to use Peter, and maybe that was why he fell in love so hard. Rarely did anyone address him without a tinge of sarcasm or playful banter in their voice—something he was very guilty of reciprocating—but when you spoke to him, he felt validated in ways he never knew he could. You gave him a sense of responsibility. A feeling of warmth and excitement. A drive in life, fueled not by a desire for the admiration of others, but rather, a need to make you feel the same way he did. Happy.

Your initial glimpse of Peter was the day of Ronan’s defeat. Hair disheveled. Clothes torn. Face scratched up. He was dancing to a song you’d never heard, and your entire body reacted. It tingled and shook from your toes, to your heart strings, up your throat, to your brain where the sensation settled, leaving only one thought. Shit.  You’d gone through life thinking love at first sight was nothing more than a myth. But there you were. In love. Or something like it. You were stubborn when it came to things like that, so you chalked it up to lust—somehow that felt more dignified.

There was alcohol involved in your first encounter. That was always how these things seemed to go. The big hero, off to celebrate at a local bar; you, the plain civilian, coincidentally at the same place, standing in a corner.  Music was playing, but the melodies were foreign, and you could only assume that they were his. Most of them were upbeat, but occasionally things would slow down a little, and that’s when he shined the brightest. He’d move about the room fluidly, pulling the other patrons close. Dipping them, spinning them, pressing his body against theirs. Leaving a trail of longing eyes in his wake. You couldn’t help but feel jealous, but at the same time, you were grateful. Unless you were alone in the safety of your room, dancing was not your forte. And so you nursed your drink and watched.

He moved closer and you got a better look at his face, confirming that he was the most unrealistically handsome man you’d ever seen in your life. It was the sort of thing that held a hypnotic element, capturing your eyes and refusing to let them free of his spell. The sappiness of it all was enough to make you inwardly wretch, but as the gap in proximity closed, it became harder to deny fact.

You took a large gulp of your drink, polishing it off and welcoming the relaxing buzz it provided. Perhaps thirty seconds after the liquid hit the pit of your stomach, he was there, slowly pulling the empty glass from your hand and setting it on a nearby table. He made a point of introducing himself, giving you two options of name to pick from. Peter Quill—which had a very obligatory ring to it—or Star-Lord. You chose the latter as you returned the introduction, even managing to make a clever joke about how you wished you had a cool nickname. He seemed to appreciate this as he tugged you out to dance while promising to come up with something by the end of the night.

A year later, you’d swapped Star-Lord for Peter, who still hadn’t kept his promise, but you didn’t mind. Every time he said your name, you felt a fresh breath of life fill your lungs, and you were sure a nickname wouldn’t have the same sort of effect. But as the days went by, you wondered if he still felt the same. At one time there was a fire between you that refused to burn out. It was there during every instance of passion—in every spot in his ship—and stayed afterwards for the mundane things. You taught him how to cook and do laundry, and in return he showed you how to fly. You danced under stars on foreign planets whose names neither of you knew. Then you’d fall asleep, fighting over the bed sheets, eager to see what the next day would bring.

Now you couldn’t remember the last time you’d danced. Or if you could still fly a ship. Or what it was like to wake up naked and not alone.

Peter was busy, and you understood that. He was a celebrity for hire, and though he claimed to be in it for the money, you knew there was a sense of adventure he couldn’t live without. It was something that a quiet life in your little apartment couldn’t give him…something that you couldn’t give him. You’d accepted that on day one, and maybe that was a stupid thing to do. Being naive seemed like such an easier option.

He finally came home one night, and he greeted you with his standard smile. You returned it as you walked to him, arms stretched out for a hug.

“How was—“

Peter held a finger to your lips, silencing you before moving his hand to the side and giving you a deep kiss. You soaked it in, half enjoying it, and half gauging what was to follow. He had two modes that he slipped into whenever he’d return: fuck or sleep; and you could usually tell by the way he greeted you.

He wasn’t tired—though he certainly looked it—this kiss was lasting too long. There was too much emotion behind it. But it wasn’t fevered, either. You weren’t dipped down with his tongue down your throat, or tossed on the couch with your shirt already on the ground. This was different.

“Shit,” you cursed against his mouth, and he backed away in confusion.

“Sorry?”

“Do you know what I’ve been doing, Peter?” He quirked an eyebrow and shook his head no. “Instead of just kissing you just to kiss you, I’ve been thinking about it. Analyzing it.”

“I don’t really know what to say other than maybe try not doing that?”

You ran a hand down your face and sighed. “Peter, do you love me?” It was abrupt, but necessary.

“Yes.” His response was just as abrupt.

“Things feel different.”

“I know.”

“And you don’t see that as a problem??”

“No. This is how things are supposed to be.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Drax told me.”

You blinked in disbelief. “Drax told you?”

“Yes,” A sheepish look began to wash over Peter’s features.

“Drax?”

He shrugged. “The dude was married. I asked for a little insight. Granted…I regretted it instantly. He went off about war dances and the birds and the bees and—” Peter stopped his tangent to clear his throat, “the point is that you and I have reached a phase where we’ve grown comfortable.”

“That doesn’t seem like the sort of advice Drax would give,” you muttered.

“He didn’t phrase it like that. Hell, I don’t even know if that’s what he was trying to say. I had to grasp at straws a little so maybe I figured this all out on my own? Huh. Damn, I’m good…”

“Focus, Peter!”

“Right, sorry,” he shrugged off his knapsack as he walked to the makeshift stereo he’d rigged up in your living room. It was an eyesore, but he loved it, so you did, too. As he moved, he simultaneously fumbled with his walkman. “I got some new music.”

“How’d you do that?” There was relief in your voice that you tried to suppress. Hearing the same dozen songs over and over again was beginning to gnaw at your brain.

“We passed by Earth…close enough to pick up some radio waves. Rocket managed to record a few of them…the DJ kept calling them oldies,” Peter added, looking rather offended. He shook his head and sighed as he popped the tape in the player. A soft melody began to play. “Do you remember the name of this instrument?” He asked as he approached you with flowing steps that matched the song’s rhythm.

“Um…” you searched for the word. It was in there somewhere. It had to be. Peter had spent too much time trying to teach you about Earth instruments for you to forget—that being said, the names were so odd sounding. They were hard to grasp. “Pine-go?”

“Close,” he laughed, “It’s a piano.”

“Piano! Right.” His fingers were wrapping around your palms, and instinctually, yours did the same.

“1974. Can’t Get It Out Of My Head. It’s by a group called ELO.” This was Peter’s standard introduction. Even if you’d heard the song one hundred times before, he would always remind you of the name, the band, and the Terran year it was made. “Electric Light Orchestra. One of the greatest Earth bands to ever exist.”

“You say that about all your music.”

A new instrument made itself known, adding a gentle complexity to the song. “Because it’s true.”

He led you in what he called a box step, and pulled you closer every time you stepped on his feet so he could count in your ear. One…two…three…four…follow my lead…just like that…one…two…three…four…

It helped, but you were still clumsy by nature. He didn’t seem to mind, though, even telling you once long ago that it was one of the things he loved most about you. One…two…three…four…

Gradually his counting stopped as you grew more comfortable, and he grazed his lips over your jaw. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you replied. He kissed the corner of your mouth before resting his forehead against yours.

It was dark outside, and stars were beginning to appear one by one in the night sky. They glittered and illuminated the moons in a way that managed to take your breath every time you looked up. Even after living where you did for years, their luster never faded in your eyes.

Except for now. Now they all seemed dull in comparison to this present moment in time, where all that mattered was you, Peter, and Earth’s Electric Lights.

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[trademarkbun]

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