#my two different spectrum of williams

[joannasprose]

can you write hcs of ellie williams x nervous reader based on your last fic? i loved it so much ahh

of course I can! thank you so much for the request :)

sorry this kinda turned out a little longer than I expected it to be, but I hope you love it nonetheless! 💜 (I also don’t know if these would count as nervous, she is nervous—but more anxious, distant?)

content warning: hurt/comfort, overthinking, anxiety, anxiousness, bad habits, not proofread, I think that’s it (?)

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| ellie williams with a nervous!reader, who doesn’t mind speaking for her. Ellie herself isn’t much of a talker—but the two of you are on different spectrums. While Ellie does not go out of her way to talk to people, that doesn’t mean she’s scared. Just awkward, not really surprising. You, on the other hand,, she watches as you just stand nervously to the side, eyes looking everywhere but at the person in from of you. So she’s taken the role of speaking to people when you don’t feel particularly up to it. :)

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You standthere, arm wrapped around Ellie’s as you watch her conversed in conversation. It’s annoying, really. Feeling as the words get caught up in your throat.

Sometimes, when you watch Ellie talk with people, when you watch her talk for you, you find yourself feeling envious of how easy it comes. Of course, you had known Ellie was awkward—you’d known it since the first day you met her. But she had never been afraid to speak her mind. Unlike you. Who stumbled on words wedged deeply into your anxious mind.

“You okay?” She asks, pulling you out of your dissociative state, and making you focus your attention entirely on her.

You smile as you speak, “I’m fine,” you say, honestly. You sit perched on her lap now, her hand cradles your waist, and she’s looking up to you now. “Okay,” she says hesitantly, “just let me know when you wanna go, okay?” You nod your head in agreement, watching as she turns away, her hand gripping your waist a little tighter to let you know she’s there.

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You and Ellie lay in bed together, your curled into her and her hand rests on your cheek.

“Y/N, are you okay?” She asks, this time it’s a little more stern than usual. Not harsh. But not soft. You look up to her, watching as her hazel eyes look over all of your features—once again, making you nervous.

“Sometimes I feel like my anxieties is kinda a burden. I don’t know. I just don’t want you to be worried for me all the time.”

You hear Ellie scoff. Laugh, basically.

“It doesn’t matter whether you’re nervous or not, okay? I’ll always worry about you.” You smile as you curl further into her. Her hand that once rest on your cheek, not rests on the back of your head—soothing you to sleep in the wake of the night.

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| Ellie who makes sure you aren’t indulging in your bad habits; whether that’s picking at your nail beds, not saying what’s completely on your mind, rubbing your hands against the fabric of your clothes. She wants you to be as comfortable as possible. Even if it’s only a little.

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| Ellie Williams, who comforts you in your overthinking. She found that when dating you, it had only come sparsely in its rarity—but your doubts of her wanting you was there. But she was always there to soothe those needless feelings.

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“You think I don’t want you?” She asks, brows furrowed deeply.

Again, though not unusual, you avoid her gaze as you speak, “I don’t know. Sometimes I just don’t know why you would want me. It’s stupid. I’m just overthinking again.” And before you know it, Ellie’s lips are pressed against yours—and they are soft as they always were. Delicate, gentle, and real.

“I know I can’t it them go away. Not now, at least. But I always want you. Even when you don’t think I do, all I find myself wanting is you.”

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| And for the last headcanon, I picture Ellie always being there as you are for her. When she needs you, you’re always there—always there to guide her when in need. And she treasures you for that. Ellie handles you, speaks of you, and thinks of you with care. At least she tries to. Most of the time. Even if she does get frustrated—because no is perfect—she never hesitates to assure you of her love. She knows that her anger can sometimes be reckless—but she tries her best to make it up to you if she ever makes you feel less than what she knows you as. Perfect.

[classymurderteddy]

Just a random headcanon I thought up in the middle of the night- :'p

This headcanon had come to me after rewatching a movie that came on the TV yesterday, that I forgot even exiSted, as I hadn't seen it in .. like .. 7 yeArs, and it unlocked a whole childhood trauma I forgot I had, sooo .. yeH-

Now I'm making a headcanon inspired by it, because instead of being trAumatizEd by that movie like my 10[ or 11? Probably 11, as I can't at all remember if I watched this in January or not- ]-year-old self was, I now instead both love and hate this movie for the absolute trAuma it gave me- :D [ And before people try to come at me saying this ain't loRe accurate, lemme just remind you what a hEadcaNon is- ( Saying this thanks to some idiot a year or so ago on Wattpad attaCked me over a darned hEadcaNon- ) ]

Now-

We all know William Afton was an awfuL man-

Like .. that's no secret-

But his first victims were after the deaTh of his soN [ which, of course, was his fault, as when iSn't a death his fault-? ], and his second victim was Gabriel. The reason he killed Susie is really only known by him. Now, this was all way back when Fredbear and Freddy were still in production. HecK-

Chica was hardly a blueprint yet, and forget about Bonnie and Foxy-

They came waY later-

Anyway, Susie and Gabriel died in a relatively short time from one another. Maybe just a few months apart. And possibly the worst part was with these first two deaths, William actually planned them. Susie's involved him leading her under a nearby bridge with the excuse he found her dog there, and wanted to return it.

With Gabriel, it was a bit more personal, rather than just an itch of a mind that was slowly descending into grief-driven madness. In a way. Gabriel was on the Spectrum, much like his own son. However, unlike his son, Gabriel loved the animatronics. Back with Golden and Springbonnie, he could watch them for hours. And even after the place closed after the .. inCident, he started coming to watch the progress on rebuilding the Diner into the whole Fredbear's Family Diner thing. They'd even made little teasers for what was to come with the animatronics to build up recognition or whatever. Maybe it was because he was reminded of his own son, and wanted to keep him forever in some twisted way, or something complretely different- This was Afton, after all. Who's to know-?

And Gabriel was most excited for Freddy, out of the three animatronics they had planned for the time. Gabriel liked magic, and they'd said Freddy was going to be programmed for sleight of hand.

Afton, well, he'd been watching Gabriel [ ;; coUgh ;; stalking, more like ... ] for a while. Really ever since Susie got unlucky enough to follow him-

So one evening, Afton came up to him and told him that he had a surprise. Now, keep in mind, Gabriel was only 7, and had been relatively sheltered by overprotective parents. And Afton seemed trustworthy enough.

Then, to make a long story short, after being promised a special surprise that only special Freddy fans were allowed, Gabriel followed Afton into the nearby woods to an old shack Afton had built in his spare time just for this. Then Afton dropped the act after Gabriel started getting the feeling he'd really messed up in following, and .. well, let's just say the half-finished Freddy in the corner got a new, permenent fan- :1

And then, when Chica was at least half-created, Afton took whatever remained of Susie and gave her the same treatment as Gabriel. But after that, since the place was open and had customers when Bonnie and Foxy came along, and Afton found a new hobby that definitely didn't prove he was sane, he instead lured Jeremy and Fritz together into the backroom rather than the elaborate planning the prior two had required.

[kettle-cover]

Kets, I wonder... what are some of your headcanons for William? :)

Well, let’s talk about William!

Now I have two versions of him. The first one is more canonical, another one – is William usual for this blog, open and positive person, who isn’t averse to venture into an adventure.

In general, the story of the second character is quite simple. Someone reblogged my picture of a meeting and put the hashtag #William is so happy. That's how appeared William enjoying life.

Initially I assumed that some drastic change had happened in his life, which allowed him to start breathing deeply (when I started this blog, I found interesting to draw these guys as they could be without their major traumas).

This William is one of the wealthiest people in corporation and quite successful in business (he knows how to achieve his goals, despite his apparent lightheadedness). He’s considering about starting his own oil company outside of Cogs Inc.

Many of his lines are connected with Shapeshifter. He invited her to register a patent for new methods of drilling and oil exploration. He took her with him to one of the oil fields to demonstrate these methods in action (this is often done when the client wants the patent attorney to clearly understand the essence of the invention), they quickly found a common language and became friends.

He is resistant to most doping, practically does not get drunk, so at one time he and Shapeshifter willingly drink different types of doped oil and caught funny hallucinations under them (kinda soft ver of fear and loathing in Las Vegas).

By the way, they are both bisexual, but Shapeshifter is in the center of the spectrum, and William is closer to homosexuality (his taste is mainly large cogs, like Wilde). He is quite liberated in sexual terms and is ready to openly talk about these topics. As a rule, he is a passive partner, including being submissive.

[anonymouse1312437]

Meet & Greet

~ Explicit! E is not for everyone! 18+ Only! 

 Minors DNI  

This contains fluff and Smut  

Please be nice I am just getting back into writing fanfics. I hope you enjoy! ~ 

Word count: 8,398 words  

Random Matthew Lillard Smut/fluff 

Today is the day I am going to meet my favorite celebrity. | can't wait to see this grown man. All of his work is impeccable. My favorite is when he played a secret serial killer. Ghostface. Scream is my favorite horror film. Stu Matcher. One of the best Ghostface in the series. He made a great William Afton. Matthew Lillard is by far my favorite male actor. The people in line before me waiting to meet the wonderful person started to quiet down. He must have arrived. 

"Hey everyone, I want the ones who are disabled or somehow on the spectrum to make their way to the front of the line" 

Matthew himself hollered. I saw a few people shift and move to the front of the line with nervous jitters. 

He truly is amazing. What a kind thing to do. I was in two other lines before, and they did not do that. The line moved somewhat quickly but, he tried his best to spend time with each person but, the staff continued to rush him. The closer I got to him I could tell he was getting increasingly frustrated. It was not with his fans but with the convention workers.  

"Next in line please.” A blonde angry looking woman said. 

I was almost at the front of the line. There were two people in front of me still. I was almost able to get an autograph and picture with him. So very close. 

"You know what, I need a break right now. I am getting very upset." I heard him say to a different staff member. 

"Alright everyone, Mr. Lillard is going to take a break. He will resume in an hour. sorry for the inconvenience." A parade of fans sighed. some of them got angry and stormed off. I, however, stayed put. The two people in front of me also stepped out of line. Making me the first person for when he returns. I did not want to wait another hour in line again if I could avoid it. I sat on the floor and took out my phone to play on it while I waited. I opened Tumblr and decided to read some of the fanfic others have written about him. 

Twenty minutes passed by and as I moved on to the next little story about him, I noticed it was a more explicit writing. I loved reading the smut about him. I managed to get through most of it and had gotten to the words, 

"And he growled and moaned into my ear as he thrusted into me harder as he filled me with his cum.” As someone cleared their throat behind me. Great, this is slightly awkward. I locked my phone and set it on my lap. 

I looked behind me and followed the tall figure up to the head of the person behind me and my jaw dropped open. It was him. Matthew Lillard. Shit. How long was he standing there? I started to feel my cheeks get warm. I am so embarrassed.  

"That looked like an interesting read." He said and smiled down at me. I don't think I can even form words right now. 

"I especially liked the ending." He chuckled. I smiled a little. I stood up and put my phone in my back pocket.  

"I couldn't be more embarrassed. Hey, my name is y/n." I smiled at him still blushing like a mad person. 

"Nice to meet you. Why don't you come sit over here at the table with me." He said. 

I followed him over to the table. 

"Is this allowed I don't want to get you into any trouble. I also don't want to impose or ruin your break." I said. I really do not want to take up his time to relax or embarrass myself more than I already have. 

"Don't worry. It’s fine. I have another forty minutes of free time and if I want to spend it with a friend I will." He said. Damn it! I was able to get my blushing under control finally and now I am blushing again. For being in my twenties my reactions don't act like it.  

"So, what is your favorite movie? " He asked.  

"Overall? Or something you were in?" I questioned. He gave me a big smile. 

"Overall." He kept the same smile on his face. 

"Okay I would say my favorite is a rom-com. 50 first dates. I think Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore make the best on screen couple even if the movie over all is incredibly cheesy. Now, my favorite horror movie would be Scream." I said proud of my answer.  

"That is a pretty good movie. Now, you don't have to throw the scream movie out there to boost my ego." He laughed a little.  

"Oh, I mean it. It's a good movie." I smiled at him. “I am sure you know that though. You happen to be my favorite actor.” I said sheepishly. He blushed a little.  

“Now you really are trying to boost my ego, aren’t you? No need to do that. I mean it’s nice but, you don’t have to.” He said with a smile.  

“I mean it’s the main reason I came to comic con this year. I was not going to if I did not think it was going to be worth it. Meeting you definitely made it worth it. I bought the tickets so last minute that I didn’t think I would get a chance to buy the photos with you. Sorry. I will try to calm down the super fan thing.” I said, trying to calm down the excitement. He just laughed lightly and tried to hide his blush, but it crept onto his cheeks.  

“Mr. Lillard, is this fan bothering you? Also, it’s only about five minutes until the signings and photos start back up.” The blonde angry looking lady said.  

“No, they are fine. They are not bothering me. That is quite all right thank you for the five-minute warning.” he said, smiling at her and she walked off. “It’s really all right. It happens by the way. I’m kind of used to it. Eventually the shock of it will wear off. I’m just like you in many ways, I’m sure. Just a different job is all.” He said. I’m sure he is trying to ease my comfort but, that doesn’t help at all.  

“I don’t mean to pry but, are you feeling all right? It almost seemed like you were a bit frustrated which kind of sprang on the need for a break.” I said almost mumbling the last part.  

“Definitely a little frustrated. I don’t like to be rushed when meeting fans. You all paid a lot to do the autographs and photos and rushing it really is wrong. I don’t like it when the staff pushes people to rush. It’s also how people get hurt and I really don’t want that.” He said. “Time flies though when you have someone nice to talk to. Even if they are fanning over you. Mind if I ask how old you are?” He questioned me.  

“I am twenty-five. I guess I'm still technically in my prime but, you know how life goes. I don’t exactly act like it.” I smiled. “Maybe I should get out of your hair. You are going to get busy again. I am feeling a little selfish right now because I definitely got more time than I should have with you.” I smiled.  

“Well, wait. You also were in line for everything what did you want me to sign?” 

“Oh, I was going to have you sign on my arm if that’s okay?” I don’t want to creep him out but, I want to get it tattooed.  

“Are you planning to tattoo it?” He asked. Damn I know I am not the only one to think of it, but I don’t want him to say no. I also don’t want to lie to him either. I nodded my head and he smiled at me again.  

“Alright. That’s definitely some pressure then. I cannot mess it up.” He laughed louder. I held out my left arm and he started to look at the other tattoos on it.  

“Where did you want it?” He asked.  

“Right next to the semi-colon.” I smiled at him. He grabbed my arm and started to sign his name, so it was facing me. Once he finished signing his name, he stepped away from me.  

“And your picture?” He said. I pulled my phone out and pulled my camera up.  

‘Here let me see if you don’t mind.” He said holding out his hand to grab my phone. I let him have my phone and he started to take photos of us. He took like ten photos of the two of us and handed my phone back. I put my phone into my back pocket to make sure I didn’t lose it.  

“It was really nice talking to you today. Thank you for keeping me company. I appreciate it.” He said and pulled me in for a hug. I gave him a hug and pulled away.  

Oh, my goodness it was that amazing. Best day ever. I waved goodbye and walked off as I saw a bunch of people start lining up again for autographs and photos.  

I spent the next two hours going through the convention and buying some stuff from the vendors. After that I felt pretty tired and I had paid to stay in the hotel across the street. The Hyatt was a pretty nice hotel and subway was next to it but, there was also a bar within walking distance. I started to make my way to the hotel and went to check in at the front desk.  

I handed my card over to the receptionist and she verified that it was me and handed over my key card. I went up to my room 304 and opened the door. I stepped inside to the first hotel room I rented by myself. It was beautiful. It had a king bed. A beautiful white plush duvet and fluffy pillows on the bed. A nice flat screen TV on a dresser and lamps that hung off the wall. It was beautiful. I walked over to the bed and plopped down on it. I know my house is only 30 miles away but, this was a great idea. I love a stay cation. I just laid on the bed ignoring the world for twenty minutes before finally taking my phone out of my pocket and opening up the gallery. I started to flip through the pictures from today and after a few minutes got to the ones Matthew took of the two of us. He was so tall. So very handsome. He still looked similar to when he was working on five nights at Freddy’s. The black hair, his salt and pepper beard. The mustache. It was all there. He looked like he was muscular. The hug only confirmed how he has the perfect amount of muscle but wasn’t ridiculous. He didn’t have abs but he doesn’t need them. He is perfect the way he is. Fuck me. I push myself off of the mattress and stand back up. I open my backpack and pull out a couple of outfits. What do I want to wear tonight?  

My options are a black skinny Jeans and a crop top. Or shorts and a t-shirt. Both go great with my tennis shoes. I have two extra pairs of socks and some boots in my bag as well. That was fun taking this through the security check. I’ll decide later. I am just going to shower really quick and rinse off and then I’ll get ready to go grab something to eat.  

I pull my hair tie off my wrist and put my hair up. I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. I made sure to put it on hot water and grabbed the wash rag the hotel provided and the body wash. I got undressed and stepped inside of the shower. I started to wash myself and then I remembered about his autograph on my arm. Shit. Shit. Shit. No. God damn it. No!  

I looked next to my semi colon and half of it was already washed off. Fuck me. That really sucks. I meant to not get that part wet and I messed it up. How fucking dumb of me. I finished up the shower with tears rolling down my cheeks. That fucking sucks. I mean I still have the memory of today but, that won’t last forever. The tattoo was going to last forever.  

I guess it will be fine. I got put of the shower and dried off. I went back over to the bed and reached for the t-shirt and shorts. I put on a new pair of socks and put my shoes on. I took the hair tie out of my hair and shook it out. My curls came back to life. I hated makeup so I opted to not wear any tonight. I think I look better without it anyway. I grabbed my phone off of the bed and slid it into my back pocket and grabbed my wallet and slid that into my other back pocket. Alright time to go to the bar. I need a drink after washing off the autograph like an idiot. 

I made my way out of the hotel and walked a block away to the bar. Once I walked in I heard the music faintly in the background. It was I want to rock and roll all night by kiss. I could karaoke to this song if I was drunk enough. I made my way over to the bar and sat down on a stool. I waited for the bartender to make their way over to me.  

“Is this seat taken?” Someone poked me on my right shoulder and gestured to the right of me.  

“Not at all.” I said. He was handsome. He was pale and slender. Had blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He looked like he was around my age.  

“My name is Daniel. Can I buy you a drink?” He said.  

“Hey I’m y/n and I don’t see why not.” I said with a smile. He gestured to have the bartender come over.  

“I would like a vodka soda and she would like-“ He motioned to me.  

“I would like a whiskey please.” I said and Daniel looked at me with a smile. The bartender nodded and walked off to make us our drinks.  

“Wow a strong drink and not a mixed drink. That’s pretty hot. I’m not going to lie to you.” I smiled at his comment.  

“Thank you. I like my drinks strong. Helps get rid of any mistakes I might make or have made.” I said as my drink was handed to me by the bartender. Daniel handed the bartender his card and quickly paid for the drinks.  

“Hey do you mind if I sit next to you?” I heard someone say. There is a familiarity  to this person’s voice.  

“Yeah sure.” I said again refocusing my attention to Daniel.  

“You here by yourself tonight?” He asked me. I don’t want to say yes. He seems nice but, I don’t get a great feeling from him.  

“No my friend is just in the bathroom. She should be here any moment with her boyfriend and his friend.” I said.  

“Oh so like a double date?” He asked.  

“Yeah I guess you could say that.  

“Oh okay, well I will get out of your hair then. Sorry.” He said. I smiled as he made his way away from me.  

I drank the rest of the whiskey and was getting ready to flag the bartender over but the person on my left flagged them down and ordered a bourbon.  

"Do you mind topping off this young woman's drink.” He added and pointed to me. 

"Oh thank you for doing that I could have done that. " I said and finally looked at who sat next to me. It took a minute for my brain to register that it was Matthew Lillard. 

"Decided against getting it tattooed huh?" He said with a slight smile. 

"No, believe me I was upset when I realized I forgot that it was there and half of it was gone already. I was going to try and go back to your panel tomorrow to see if you could autograph it again." I said and looked down at my wrist. 

"Well here." He grabbed my wrist and pulled a marker out of his pocket and signed next to my semi colon again. He added a small heart next to it and that made me smile big. My cheeks got red as I started to blush. 

"I knew that was gonna make you blush!" He laughed and I grabbed my face in an attempt to hide my cheeks.  

"Stop it. I never blush and today I just can’t stop. I only ever blush if I think someone is extremely attractive.” I threw that in there to see if he would also blush and it worked. He was blushing and it was really cute to see. I pulled my hands away from my face. 

"Now we are even!" I smiled at him. The bartender came back and handed us our drinks. I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and pulled out my card. I started to hand it to the bartender but Matthew pushed my hand down and offered the bartender his card.  

"Absolutely not. Let me pay. Including your drink." I said. 

"No way. I don't mind buying. You have managed to make what was going to be a rather frustrating day to a good day. This is my way of thanking you.” He smiled saying every word. 

"Well, thank you. Have you eaten dinner yet?" I asked. I really hope he says no. I would like to eat up my time with him, 

"I have not. I don't know what's around here outside of the subway next to my hotel." He said and I couldn't hide my blush or smile. "Well that and it's hard to enjoy a night out without people stopping and asking to take a picture with me." He added. 

"Well it might be a little forward of me but, if your open to it maybe we could order something and hang out at my hotel." I immediately felt like a creep. "I'm sorry I just thought that it would be private so you wouldn't have to deal with everyone else. I understand how creepy I must sound. I am really sorry.” I said and started to drink my whiskey again. 

"I actually would like that. That is if it's still an option." He said downing the rest of his drink. I sat therein shock. He said yes. Did I leave anything embarrassing out? I don't think I did. 

“Yeah let's go then. But, I get to pay for dinner." I said and saw him smile. I stood up and put my wallet in my pocket and double checked that my phone was still in my pocket. I made my way out of the bar with him following me. He stepped to the side of me and walked in tandem with me.  

"What did you want to eat?" He asked me. 

"I am up for anything what would you like to eat?" I asked. 

"I could also go for anything. Subway is right there we can go order really quick and take it there.” He offered. 

"Sure." I said and walked with him into subway. As we heard the chimes from he door one of the workers looked up from their phone. It was an hour until closing so it makes sense that they are not busy and have been on there phones. 

"Hello what can I get started for you today?" The worker asked. He motioned for me to go first.  

"I would like a six inch sub on italian herbs and cheese with pepper jack cheese toasted please." I said and she started to make the sandwich and put it in the toaster. 

"And for you Sir?" She asked Matthew. 

"I will just get the same thing she is getting to make it simple.” he said and she nodded. 

"Are you sure? I am about to get a really bland sandwich." I mentioned. 

"Yeah it will be fine." He said. 

Once the toaster was done I added ham and turkey, mayonnaise and mustard and that was it. She made sure both sandwiches were made the same way and walked us down to the checkout.  

"Alright did you want to add chips and a drink to your order today?" she asked. 

"Yes two large drinks and two chips." I said and walked over to the chip shelves they have and grabbed some of the cool ranch doritos and looked back at him to see what he wanted and he motioned for the same chips. I turned back around to grab the chips when I heard her ask him if it was going to be cash or card and he responded with card. When I turned around I quickly moved to his side and bumped him out of the way lightly. I pulled out my wallet and grabbed my card and used the tap to pay and put my card away. Matthew sighed and put his card back in his wallet. He grabbed the sandwich bag with our chips and I grabbed the cups. 

"What would you like to drink?" I asked him. He looked over his options for a moment. 

"A sprite is fine.” He said.  

I filled up both of our cups with ice and sprite and we headed out of the store. I walked him to the hotel next door and walked over to the elevator. He followed behind me. 

"This is your hotel?" he asked while looking at me. 

"yes it is why?” I asked. 

"This is also my hotel for the next couple of nights." He said. 

"That is pretty cool. At least when you get sick of hanging out with me it won't be a long walk to your hotel." I smiled. 

"I am sure I won't get sick of you.” He added. 

Well shit. That made me blush again. I hope he doesn't ditch me too soon. If I am Iucky he won't ditch me at all tonight. Once the elevator doors open up on the third floor I walk us over to my door. He grabbed one of the drinks from my hand in order to help me free up my hands to get my key card. I got my wallet out of my back pocket and opened it up and grabbed my key card. I tapped it on the door and it unlocked. I stepped into the room holding the door open for him.   

“Wow. It’s nice in your room. I mean it's nice in mine too but, I guess I just expect it to be different some how and it's not." He said. I giggled at his observation and sat on the bed and sat the drink on the end table. I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. I flipped through the channels on the TV until I found a movie. It was Blended. Another good Adam Sandler movie.  

“Is this okay?” I asked him.  

“Yeah that’s a good movie. I have seem it many times and it makes me laugh every time.” He said still standing up. I pat the bed next to me as an indication to come sit down and he moved to that side of the bed and set his drink down on that end table. He sat the bag of food next to me and sat on the bed. He bent over and undid his shoes and then moved to lean against the headboard and propped his feet up on the bed. I grabbed the bag and handed him a sandwich. I pulled out my sandwich and opened it up. I took a bite and realized that maybe eating subway was a bad idea. I wrapped the sandwich up and put it on the end table. I took a drink and moved the chips to the end table too. A few minutes into the movie he was rolling his sandwich paper into a ball and threw it towards the garbage. He managed to make it in but, left the chips on the end table. He took a drink of his soda and put it back on the end table. He moved a little closer to the middle of the bed which meant he was closer to me. I took another drink myself and set it back down. I readjusted myself closer to the middle of the bed without trying to touch him.  

“Was your day good at least?” He asked me.  

“Yeah it was actually pretty good. It’s actually been my first relaxing day in a while.” I said.  

“Well that’s good. If this was your relaxing day what is a normal day for you?” He asked looking at me.  

“Well I’m a accounting major so I am mainly in the books as a full time job and on my free time I’m an author. I switch between writing romance books and fanfiction if I’m truly bored or need something to get rid of the writers block.” I said and smiled.  

“Well your day job sounds a bit boring and hard and if you write for fun in your free time does that mean you have something published? Even if fanfiction is your answer that technically counts.” He said chuckling towards the tail end of that.  

“I just published my first book a month ago. I haven’t advertised it the way I should. I am supposed to start advertising it this week during one of my days off. But, I am a bit nervous because I used a lot of real life inspiration behind it. Which means it can go one of two ways with the public. My day job is not boring it’s just not for everyone I suppose. I’m a numbers person. I enjoy doing mathematical stuff all day. It’s actually a bit relaxing for me.” I said.  

“Wow, a nerd at heart then. You don’t find that a lot these days.” He said with a big smile on his face.  

“I love being a nerd. It’s my favorite. I mean don’t get me wrong if I’m not working or writing, I’m reading or playing games. I prefer board games and card games over video games but, some times I play those too. Or I crochet. Which has become another favorite past time. I’m sorry I babble a lot.” I say now looking towards my hands.  

“It’s really okay. It’s nice to hear that you not entirely crazy. You know liking math is something that makes you crazy. Everything else makes you human. Well I mean the fanfiction is questionable. Depends on what you write about.” He laughed a little bit.  

“I mean I write it all. I have no shame about writing inappropriate things. My romance book is a dark romance. It’s full of erotic scenes. Which is why fanfiction sometimes helps me get past my writers block.” I add a little more honestly.  

“So does that mean you have written about me? Or any of the characters I have played?” He asked and looked at me with a big grin. I couldn’t look at him. A smile crept onto my face and I tried to cover my face quickly but he saw me blush right away.  

“You have written about me.” He started to laugh a little harder. “Okay, now was it me or a character or yes like all of the above?” He asked and I felt my cheeks get even more red. “Oh its been all of them. Can I read one? Or even two? Please? I just want to see what your writing style is like.” He said and my jaw dropped and I let my hands fall from my face.  

“Oh absolutely not. I may enjoy writing it but, I could never imagine you reading something I wrote. I knew there was always a chance you might see it one day but, having you read it directly next to me? I think I will pass. Absolutely not.” I said laughing through it nervously.  

“Maybe you could read it to me then? Skip the parts you don’t want me to know?” He asked again this time batting his eyes.  

“That would be the entire thing. No way. I would rather you read them by yourself. I couldn’t read that out loud to you.” I noted.  

“Are you shy about what you wrote or is it that filthy?” He smiled a bit at me. “What character of mine do you write the most about?” I know who I have written about more than enough times to tell him but, what does that say about me? Yes Stu might be my favorite but when writing scenes it’s always William afton. Something about the depiction is the best. Do I say it? Do I not? Oh my God. I think I’m going to say it.  

“If it’s not you as yourself then I guess it would be William Afton. Stu Matcher may be my favorite but writing wise it’s gotta be William Afton.” He laughed a bit at my response. 

“I am already embarrassed as is. You don’t have to laugh too.” I started to laugh myself to try and hide my blush but, it fails. I shrink back into the bed and hide my face with my hands and rest my head on the pillow.  

“Don’t be embarrassed everyone has their preference. But what is it about that character? Or me? Like what vibe do you get that you write about? I want to know if it’s accurate to what actually happens with me.” He asked.  

“I would say with you if your talking about the dynamic and style I would say your adaptive to your person. What ever they want you want to give them. So if the person your with wants a rough ride you give it to them or if they want soft or a mix that’s what you do. Now William I see him being more of a dominating person. The man that says get on your knees and take it or I’m going to make you take it kind of person. I don’t know I guess that’s what kind of vibe I get.” I say. I stand up and take my wallet and phone out of my back pocket and set it inside the drawer of the end table. I don’t need it right now anyway. I bent down and took off my shoes while I was at it and sat back on the bed next to him. My leg brushing against his leg.  

“You are so fucking tall. Your legs alone are a half a foot to a foot longer than mine.” I giggled.  

“Or you are just incredibly short. What are you 5’5?” He laughed and started to focus on the TV a bit more.  

“I wish I am 5’3 that two inches is much necessary for my height. It would make a difference to have an additional two inches somewhere.” I laughed and quickly realized how that must have sounded.  

“Oh god that sounded awful.” I started to laugh a bit too hard at my own wording. He started to crack up and patted my leg when he started to calm down. If only he had hit my thigh a little further up. The skin contact is much wanted.  

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get physical with you.” He said as he pulled his hand from my leg.  

“I didn’t mind one bit.” I said with a little grin on my face.  

“Alright missy. Calm down now. If I don’t get to read one then I’m not trying to create one.” He said and I immediately turned red. What did he just say? If he doesn’t get to read one then he isn’t trying to create one? Uhm yes please. I don’t know if he is teasing me but, maybe I can do it back and see how far it goes. 

“Oh don’t tempt me like that. I know when to stop being embarrassed and show off my writing when I’m threatened with a good time.” I smiled and looked towards the TV.  

“Then let me read one if you think you can do that.” He said and smiled towards the TV. I turned towards the end table and pulled my phone out. I unlocked it and opened up my tumblr and went to my latest fanfic about him and handed him my phone. It was a William Afton based one so this should be interesting. He grabbed my phone and started to read it. He is kind of like me in the sense of how ling it takes to read something. It took a minute before I saw him scrolling down. The ending is more or less the filthy part of it. The choking, gagging, ass smacking and grabbing. The bruising every aspect of it was utter filth. I enjoyed writing it. He started to shift a little as he was reading parts of it and I am trying my best to not stare at him while he reads. I kept trying to focus on the scene on front of me when Drew Barrymores character is putting makeup on the little blonde girl. He cleared his throat next to me so I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw he was towards the bottom already. He shifted again pulling at a pant leg. Almost like a readjustment but I didn’t want to assume. I started to get antsy because I knew he was done with the one at this point but he clicked off of that and started to read a second one. This one I knew was Stu Matchers. That one was a bit darker and more sadistic in nature. That one was bound to be more of a red flag about me if anything. A few more minutes pass before I look over and this time I notice him reading one about himself that I wrote. No character needed or necessary. It was just him. Being a rough person from behind and getting more adventures. He cleared his throat again before handing me back my phone.  

“I would say you definitely have a way with words. They are pretty good. I would also say you have the characters nearly spot on with what I think they would like. It’s interesting to know that I can convey it that way without having to I guess show it in that way.” He said again shifting and letting one of his legs off of the best and sitting himself further up.  

“Are you okay? You seem a bit restless?” I asked him.  

“Yeah I am fine. It’s just those were very detailed.” He said hiding a blush.  

“Oh so are you? I mean never mind.” I started to laugh. Uh oh. I did warn him I write that sort of material so this is his own fault. I looked over and his eyes were closed and he looked like he was trying his best to subside this new feeling in the room. I looked back at the TV and thankfully it was at another funny part so I started to laugh and put my hand on his thigh. I have seen this movie plenty of times to know even though it is funny I wouldn’t actually be laughing anymore. I felt the muscle in his thigh tighten and I gave it a light squeeze and just lightly pulled my hand off of his thigh.  

Once my hand left his leg he stood up. I pressed my luck to far. I knew it. Shit. He is going to bail. I should have left it as is. We were having a good time.   

“Please don’t start this. Don’t actually start this. It’s been awhile for me and I’m an incredibly lonely man in that sense. I am eating up all the attention you are giving me right now and you are half of my age. I have been alone for awhile now. All of my stuff is public so I am sure you know that I am completely alone and this attention. Yeah I’m loving every part of it but, of you start and I lean into it please don’t take it back.” He said looking at me talking with his hands. I saw the veins in his neck tighten a little and he was shifting his weight between his feet almost like he was rocking himself. I stood up and got close to him. I was only an arm distance away from where he was standing and I closed the gap.  

“I didn’t mean to start it but, I would really like to continue if you let me. I’m sure as hell not going to want to stop either.” I said reaching out for him. He was in a standard  black t-shirt and washed our blue jeans. I started to play with the hem of his shirt while looking at the bottom of it. I wanted to try and take his shirt off of him but, before I could I felt his right hand touch my neck. He added a little force to the back of my neck and pulled me the rest of the way toward him and looked down towards me and forced my head to look up towards him. He closed the gap and leaned down and kissed me. It wasn’t something cheesy. It wasn’t magical it was full of lust and desire. Right in this moment he wanted this as badly as I did.  

He let his tongue slowly glide against my bottom lip and I opened my mouth a little more for him. He deepened the kiss a little more and his left hand started to rest on my waist. I felt a little pressure coming from his left hand and realized the was trying to push me backwards towards the bed. I kept my footing and again made an attempt to take his shirt off again. This time I was more successful. He pulled away from me and pulled his shirt over his head. He reached for my shirt and pulled it off of me. He closed the gap between us again and started kissing me again pulling at the button on my shorts. He managed to get the button undone and he attempted to push them down around my hips but I stopped him. I pushed him away from me slightly and pulled my shorts off myself. while I was down there I also took off my socks. In a swift movement I fell down onto my knees and undid his pants and pulled them down to his ankles and he kicked them off along with his socks. 

| pulled him closer to me and slowly ran my fingers up his thigh and stopped both my hands when they got to his hips. I moved my right hand to his penis and gripped it at the base.  

"You don't have to- " He started to say but. I cut him off by lightly licking the tip of his cock and circling my tongue around the head of his penis. Wrapping my lips around the head once I was done enjoying the moan it pulled from him.  

"Fuck me.” He mumbled in a low moan. 

That's what is egging me on right now. What an amazing sound. I wonder what sound I will get from him when I do this. I slowly move my head in a back and forth motion and finally thrust my head forward and bury his cock down my throat making me gag a little as I get to the base of his cock. I ran my tongue out past my bottom lip and lick his balls as best as I can. A growl escapes the back of his throat and a moan follows as his hands rush to the back of my head holding it there. He is by no means a small or average sized man. I just buried at least eight to nine inches down my throat. 

“Fuck, fuck, okay" He said with a moan following each word. He finally released the grip from my head and reached for my arm and pulled me up towards him. He leaned down and started to kiss me again this time pushing me back into the bed. 

"My turn. Crawl up to the middle of the bed.” He said in a hushed tone. I immediately shifted my weight onto my arms and pulled myself to the middle of the bed and watched him follow.  

“Hand me a pillow.” He motioned for a pillow beside my head and I gave him one. He crawled between my legs and pulled my waist up and plopped the pillow under it and my ass. He got back off of the bed and laid directly in front of me on his stomach with his head between my legs. I didn’t prepare for this. I had stubble on my vagina. I was not prepared for it to have a conversation with anyone.  

 “Fuck you look so good.” He said. I thought I was going to swoon harder. Before I could give an honest attempt to try and stop him from dining in on my pussy he dove right in. He glided his tongue up against my labias and wrapped his lips around them biting them lightly. He repeated the motion a couple of times before running his tongue flat against my clit. I threw my head back at the feeling and a deep moan escaped from me. One I have never made before. He continued the three motions before humming against my clit and drawing circles and the alphabet on it. He bit down on my clit which felt so good I reached down and slid my fingers into his hair and held him at that spot to have him do it again.  

“Oh fuck. That feels really good." I said. Talking isn’t my strong suit during sex. He hummed against my clit again and I felt his left hand leave my right thigh. He nibbled on my clit again and started to push a finger in from his left hand. Fuck. I can tell how he has barely gotten to his first knuckle. He started licking and massaging my clit more as he got to his second knuckle and another bite when he got to his third knuckle. He thrusted that finger in and out of me until I could no longer feel every detail of his finger and then he added a second and went again. I felt dangerously close to an orgasm already. He started to move the two fingers inside of me in an up and down motion against the softer part of the top of my pussy. It felt like it was on the other side of my clit. That's a new feeling. 

"Fuck. Oh fuck." I said panting and moaning between each word. There is a lot of pressure building up against me right now. 

"Oh god. Fuck me." I can't stop whats about to happen. It feels like waves are crashing down. I get louder with the moans and I start to fell like I soaked my bed all of a sudden. What the fuck was that?  

"Fuck me that was so fucking hot.” Matthew said and crawled up so he was now hovering over me. He leaned down and started to kiss me again. 

" Damn it." He said. "I don't think I have a condom." He mentioned.  

"I don't have one but, I am clean and l have an IUD as birth control. I am not going to get pregnant. I'm good with this if you are.” I said and he looked at me. I can't read his expression right now. 

" If not I can go back to su- " I was in the middle of my sentence when he cut me off by kissing me again. He rested his weight on his left arm and lined himself up with my vagina. He slowly started to thrust into me and the thickness of his cock started to stretch me open. 

"Oh fuck." My eyes closed and my head fell further back onto the pillow. 

"Fuck you are so tight around me” He moaned out.  

I could feel the tip just barely get past the opening. As he thrusted further I could feel the veins on his cock. He kept going slow until I felt his balls against my ass and his head dropped down to my neck. He started to pull his cock out and when the tip felt the breeze from inside the room he thrusted himself inside the deeper and faster. He continued to be rough with me on my back.  

"Wait – Please wait." I panted out. 

"Can I get into a better position for this Please?" I asked. He crawled off of me and readjusted myself on all fours in front of him. I fucking love doggy style. I felt his hand lightly trace my ass before taking it off. I felt it come back down with force across it and a deep moan came out of me. He positioned himself back into me. Now resting his hands on my hips. He started to thrust forward into me but pulling my hips into him forcing his cock even deeper inside of me. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out.  

"Fuck you feel so damn good!" He said between thrusts. He moved his right hand to the small of my back and put his left hand into my hair and pulled me to sit up against him. 

“Who am I right now in your mind darling ?" He asked holding me against him.  

" You are you. Matthew." I said not really sure what he means. 

"Try again" He thrusted harder into me. Moving his left hand from my hair to my throat squeezing it. 

"Who are you fucking right now darling? Tell me." He said repeatedly slamming into me. His grip on my throat getting stronger. As he slams back into me his right hand snakes around the front of me and starts massaging my clit. Oh fuck he is hitting that spot again.  

"Tell me." He moans into my ear nibbling it. 

"William Afton." I say moaning it out. The last scene I wrote on the fanfic. I get it now. 

"It got me so hard." He thrusted into me again. The feeling coming back of a wave crashing was just a thrust away. 

"Lay on your back. I want to see what you look like when you squirt around my cock." 

He pulled out of me and I immediately laid on my back opening my legs for him. He quickly repositioned himself again and thrusted into me and found the right spot, He started thrusting against it hard and fast and within seconds I felt my toes curl.  Oh fuck. Oh god. I started to shake a little under him. 

"That's it. Squirt all over my cock." He moaned into my ear and bit down on my neck.  

"Oh fuck." I felt every gush leave my body. 

"Oh fuck yes. I am going to cum." He moaned into my ear his pace picking up. He moaned really loud and I started to feel every drop fill me up. I had a smaller orgasm at the feeling. I grinded a little against him to get the last bit of friction I so desperately wanted. 

"Oh god. That was amazing. Thank you."  He said and slowly pulled himself out of me hissing as it finally felt the cold air again. I can't believe that just happened. He rolled off of me and onto his back.  

I went to sit up but immediately felt sore. Fuck the button half of me hurts. 

"Let me help you." He said and got up. He walked into the bathroom and grabbed a new wash cloth and wet it. He brought it back into the room and wiped up the mess he made between my legs.  

"Fuck, that was cold." I said and laughed. He smiled and put the ray back in the bathroom but on the floor of the bathtub so it didn't make another mess. He walked back over to the bed and got under the covers next to me. 

“Would it upset you if I stayed a little longer?" He asked.  

"Not at all. Sleep here if you want. I am sleeping right here. I think you broke me so I am not moving." 

"So was that what you expected?" He asked rolling on his side to face me. 

"Oh it was a million times better. Best sex I have ever had. I didn't even know I was a squirter." I said and he smiled. He snaked his arm around me and pulled me up so my head was now on a pillow but even better I was cuddled up against his chest. 

"Get some sleep. I am going to wake you up to get coffee in the morning and you can hang with me for the day if you want." He said. 

“Sounds like its going to be another painful but wonderful day." I gave him a cheeky grin and he smiled back at me. 

"Goodnight" He said 

"Goodnight see you in the morning handsome." I said and saw him blush again before I fell asleep in his arms. 

~Hella Cheesy I know I am Just getting back into fanfic writing give me a break Please.~ 

[malachiexists13]

Gay Or Nay?: Ikemen Series Edition

86% voted yes, 14% voted no, so here’s the post. Reminder that these are MY impressions of the characters, and this is entirely a joke. No need to take me too seriously. If you disagree with me, that’s fine. No need to argue, just make your own post. 

Also small spoilers for my ikemen ocs series.

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Ikemen Sengoku

Nobunaga Oda 

Have you SEEN his right and left hand men? He’s either an ally or bi-curious. Can’t decide. 

Masamune Date 

He flirts with Mai to hide his homosexuality /j 

Nah, I’ve seen how he admitted that he’d kiss Nobunaga. He’s gay. Bisexual if you please, but gay. 

Mitsuhide Akechi 

Is that even a question? Have you somehow not seen the way he flirts with Hideyoshi? Let’s be honest, he’s bisexual. 

Keiji Maeda 

Idk him well enough to judge that. 

Hideyoshi Toyotomi 

I know a lot of people are going to want me to say Hideyoshi is gay because of Mitsuhide... But honestly, Hideyoshi gives me the vibes of someone who says gay shit without realizing its gay. He seems more like a very supportive ally to me. 

Ieyasu Tokugawa 

Idk but I can see him as like, panromantic or something. He also screams femboy to me but we dont talk about that 

Mitsunari Ishida 

Confused ally <3 

Ranmaru Mori 

Confused ally pt.2 + closeted ace 

Yoshimoto Imagawa 

Gay (they try to push so hard that he’s pretty, and no straight man is supposed to be that pretty /j) 

Sasuke Sarutobi 

Nerdy gay 

Kanetsugu Naoe 

Either indifferent so like, some kind of mspec or somewhere on the ace spectrum, maybe both, not too sure 

Yukimura Sanada 

Awkward gay (secretly dating nerdy gay) 

Kenshin Uesugi 

That one token straight guy who no one is completely sure that he’s straight or not. 

Shingen Takeda 

In my brain, major flirt = major bisexual so- 

Kicho 

I’ve seen other people write him as like, indifferent or pansexual so I’m leaning towards that 

Kennyo 

Wdym? He’s homophobic- (THIS IS A JOKE. NO HATE TOWARDS KENNYO) 

Motonari Mouri 

Kinda gives me either disaster bisexual or ace/aro vibes. 

Ikemen Revolution

Lancelot Kingsley 

Gay but in the closet about it 

Jonah Clemence 

Confession time: I thought he was a woman at first LMAO- 

Gay 

Edgar Bright 

He’s straight and an ally, but enjoys teasing the others 

Zero 

I dont think he’d care tbh 

Kyle Ash

Didnt realize he was gay until after he started dating his boyfriend 

Ray Blackwell 

His whole thing about freedom and living how you want to or whatever makes me think he’s bi 

Sirius Oswald 

He’s an ally <3 

Luka Clemence 

Shy gay 

Fenrir Godspeed 

Overly supportive ally (especially since his gf is MTF) 

Seth Hyde 

Everyone thinks he’s gay, but correction he’s pan 

Harr Silver 

He’s pansexual 

Loki Genetta 

I dont know him well enough?? 

Blanc Lapin 

He’s straight, maybe a little curious tho 

Oliver Knight 

He’s another ally, gives me the vibes of someone who would punch a homophobe in the face for insulting his friend 

Mousse Atlas 

I chronically forget he exists, so idk 

Dean Tweedle 

The gay twin 

Dalim Tweedle 

The straight twin that gets confused for the gay one 

Ikemen Vampire

Napoleon Bonaparte 

As far as I’m aware, in history he had two different wives and he kissed the tsar (even apparently said if the tsar was a woman, he’d make him his mistress soo--) Napoleon definitely isn’t straight 

Mozart 

He’s straight and hates everyone equally (/j) 

Leonardo da Vinci 

Gay 

Arthur Conan Doyle 

WHORE- this is a disaster bisexual 

Vincent van Gogh 

the supportive straight brother 

Theodorus van Gogh 

the angry gay brother 

Isaac Newton 

Too anxious to question his sexuality 

Jean d’Arc 

I like to joke that he’s bi but denies it because he hates men 

William Shakespeare 

not too sure tbh 

Osamu Dazai 

another disaster bisexual 

Comte de Saint-Germain 

I feel like he’d be omni. Like he doesn’t care, but still has a slight preference. Also supportive father figure <3 

Sebastian 

Serious gay 

Vlad 

I pondered on this one for a long time.. and I still have no answer 

Johann Georg Faust 

Closeted gay who suffers with internal homophobia (i literally wrote a oneshot for him where this was the main premise-) 

Charles-Henri Sanson 

another bi guy 

Ikemen Prince 

Leon Dompteur 

straight but supportive 

Chevalier Michel 

Bro, it’s CANON that he’s pansexual (I think- idk. I played his route when it first came out in english so its been awhile) 

Yves Kloss 

I feel like he’s bi but doesnt really talk about it 

Nokto Klein 

He’s too slutty to be ONLY into women 

Licht Klein 

Straight but an ally 

Clavis Lelouch 

gay ass clown 

Jin Grandet 

Straight 

Luke Randolph 

I HAVE NO IDEA???? 

Sariel Noir 

I feel like he’s straight but also an ally, like he doesn’t care but absolutely will NOT tolerate homophobia 

Rio Ortiz 

unsure. 

Gilbert von Obsidian 

Silly little gay man <3 I can see him as like, pan or something. 

Keith Howell 

Excluding his “other” side.. I can see Keith as straight, but a supportive ally 

Silvio Ricci 

He’s homophobic (secretly not straight but in denial) 

[crisalidaseason]

Retouch

Summary: In which Layla and Magenta retouch Warren’s hair and he has a change of heart.

CW: just friends being cute, developing Layla/Warren, pre-relationship, frienship, blank period.

Warren looked nervously at the products he had bought a few days ago, laying them on the sink of his small bathroom as if staring at them would be helpful. He did not know what was worse: his mom not being able to help him or-

“Warren!” Magenta’s voice echoed through his home “hurry up!”

Oh yes. The two girls in his living room.

“Don’t be rude!” Williams loudly whispered.

He should not have accepted their help at all, but last time he tried to dye his red streak alone…let’s say his mother was very adamant on him never doing it alone again. 

“I’m here” he said while leaving the bathroom, taking the items with him. 

Magenta left the couch and immediately took the items from his hand, inspecting them with her forever judgemental stare.

“He actually knows the good stuff” she mumbled to Layla. 

The dark haired girl motioned for Warren to sit down on a chair, which he reluctantly did. 

“Believe me, Warren, I’ve seen Magenta do this before, she knows what she’s doing” Layla said as she stood beside him. 

Magenta expertly combed through his hair, tying most of it in a secure bun while leaving the fading red streaks out. He could see Layla messing with the bleach and peroxide at her friend’s request. Warren tried not to sneeze at the strong smell of the chemicals - a small price to pay if he wanted the bright red color.

“Don’t you dare” Layla suddenly threatened “use the gloves I brought”

The girl’s sudden warning tone was out of character for her. Layla was always sweet, always, and it was quite disturbing imagining otherwise. He was glad the warning was not directed at him, but Magenta seemed unbothered, as if the two girls had that argument before. 

“Okay, mom” she grunted “ready, hot head?”

“Just avoid the scalp” he told her. 

He stayed quiet as Magenta applied the stinky chemical on his hair. Usually, his mother would chat away while he just occasionally answered, but the two girls had something against him being silent. 

“Why red?” Magenta asked first “doesn’t it get boring after a while?”

“Why don’t you try another color?” Layla suggested. 

“Great idea, Williams!” Magenta exclaimed “we could try purple”

“Over my dead body” Warren replied. 

“Why?” both girls asked.

“Because I hate purple” he simply said “can you please focus on what you’re doing, pinky?”

“I can multitask, thank you” Magenta replied with a slight pull at his hair “don’t call me that or I’ll make you bald”

“Why don’t you try green?” of course Layla would suggest that. 

“No, green fades horribly!” Magenta exclaimed “maybe pink, or maybe he is against it too?” 

“Can we please just dye it red? It’s the only color I bought anyways” he grunted.

“No problem, I brought my own” Magenta replied “show him”

He regrets accepting their help profusely. As Layla took a small bag and opened it, he could see the large amount of hair dye she had inside, all the spectrum of colors. They had planned his demise!

“I’m never asking the two of you for help ever again” 

“Come on, Warren!” Layla pouted and Warren almost fainted right there and then “Pick a different color”

“No” he did not look at the ginger girl “we’re painting it red, I’m not your doll”

Layla sighed, sitting back on the couch with the bag of hair dye on her lap.

“What about we paint it red and another color?” Magenta suggested.

“Yes!” Layla beamed and clapped her hands “Come on, Warren! Just a small chunk of hair, please”

He made the mistake of looking at Layla. Her hands in prayer, pleading him to agree. Magenta, with her sick and diabolic mind, smiled at him like the trickster she was. The shapeshifter knew saying ‘no’ to Layla was difficult for him, it was the sole reason their friend group used Layla to make him agree with something. 

He groaned in annoyance one last time.

“Fine”

The next day, he went to school with red and green streaks freshly dyed. 

[creature-of-delerium]

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About Me

Hi! I'm William, I also go by the name Willow and Will, use any of the above that you prefer. I will not reveal my age (except on accident if I accidentally date myself), asexual but bi-romantic and absolutely hyper fixated on the idea of love. I'm also neurodivergent (no clue where I lie on the spectrum but differently not normal) I do have ADD, and yes I do forget where I set things down. I have a deep interest in psychology and love meeting people who's brains are weird like mine!

My Interests

I have an absolute mess of interests, and they frequently change. Currently I am having a great time fixating on playing tennis, Minecraft, and acting. I am a stage performer who tends towards playing young boys or authoritarian rulers (weird, but that's theatre). I am also an aspiring blacksmith and engineer.

As far as Tv shows and other media, I am in love with all of Vivziepop's creations and absolutely adore hand drawn animation, especially when it is done by people with passion. I also like audio dramas such as Hannapocalypse, The Road of Shadows, and Midnight Burger.

My Projects and Posts

Currently I am leading work on an independently developed game called "Morti's Quest for Individuality" which is about an anthropomorphized mushroom that is separated from its colony and then has to learn what it means to exist as a singular entity. Along his journey he ends up creating his own colony which will lead to a final plot point. (Secret). It will be a two dimensional game that heavily features pixel art and dramatic story telling. If you are interested I may occasionally post art updates and (hopefully) a link to the beta at some point!

Additionally I am working on developing a TTRPG called "Hearthside Havoc" which is an adventuring game where you are always a commoner and never level up. The gimmick of the system is that death is always a real possibility and that the only way you improve is by acquiring better gear. Once I get it to the point it can be tested I may try to generate interest by posting about it here.

Finally, most of my posts will probably be reblogs of stuff I like or support, and occasionally random thoughts

Project Socials

For those interested, as my projects develop more of an identity I will link their specific pages here.

@your-stupid-face-the-book - This is the project page for my teen romance drama. It's about as cliche as it gets, but it does have a lot of queer representation

@signed-in-blood-the-book - This is the project page for my teen horror setting which revolves around Goetian magic (although the actual rituals are altered because God knows one of you would try summoning a demon). This one has several QPRs, several heteronormative relationships, and general queer representation. (We got Ace, Aro, and Aroace so tune in for some good representation!)

[bizlybebo]

HELOO MUTUAL :-) have I asked for your fave Dakota Cole hc ever, <- bad memorer if so, whats ur fave dakoka duo :3

HIIII !!!! i think my favorite headcanon for dakota, at least off the top of my head, is him having autism. simply just because of how strongly he presents those traits in canon and how they're portrayed as obvious struggles for him but not actively demonized.

((however honorable mentions are hcs of him being trans, him and william hitting the ground at the same time pre-canon (stares at rowan), and honestly like 90% of what i've come up with abt his and katori's friendship))

AND my favorite dakota duo is. so fucking predictable. it's ashe and dakota. either them or dakota and mark because they're so interesting. honestly i love that trio in general because of how mark and dakota are on two different ends of the moral spectrum when it comes to everything, but they both care about ashe so much. unstoppable force, immovable object, and the emo tgirl in the middle. i need to put them all in a box and shake them !!!!

[dreamworldportal]

POST OKOK YEAH

this tumblr is for my friends/mutuals to interact with and stuff since i'm lame on the main one i guess

you might have noticed like why doesn't this blog have an espurr pfp like the other two?? well. because it's a little different in the sense that i'm just gonna be yapping on here LMAO

a bit about me: i'm Salem i read stuff on the internet and collect physical media i organize and archive cool shit on youtbe i draw funny silly men (AND women!!) i like music i like movies i'm an alien (Totally)

SALEM TRIVIA (Learn The Lore):

fish are my favorite animal

i am neurodivergent³ (multiple)

arab mmmm

i like purple

i SUCK at math

i Am Young (opposite of old)

21% ringo starr lookalike

thomas jerome newton <--> sarah williams of labyrinth / salemhood is a spectrum

i Liek a man called bavid dowie very very very very much ☺︎ (new fact)

#sketches tag for sketches

#yapping tag for yapping

#vent for ventilation and aircon

[alivehouse]

(While sending this ask I've accidentally found out what cool wallpapers (literally) you have on your desktop blog theme.)

Well, good day, my dearest horror podcast Virgil,

I, surprisingly to myself, actually finished "I am in Eskew" and enjoyed it quite a bit (which, I guess, could have been deduced by how much I spammed in the tag) even more surprisingly, considering I'm absolutely not a horror person - I substitute horror movies with their wikipedia retellings. Unironically.

Anyway, firstly, thank you! I definitely would have never discovered it without your recommendations!

Secondly, maybe you have something else like that stashed up your sleeve? I definitely need some time to recuperate, but I would like to explore more cool podcasts. (The only two limitations: short-ish - not much longer than this one, the view of a hundred+ episodes scares me; not gorier than this one/no actual jump scares - again, I'm a scardicat.) I remember you talking about "Mabel Podcast" and at the first glance it seems neat, but I'd like to hear your comments on it first.

Thanks in advance. :)

(thank you! its a william morris thing i edited a little lol) glad you liked eskew! its been fun seeing your thoughts on it popping up in the tag, not spammy at all.

i do want to mention that the creator of eskew also has another podcast called The Silt Verses, personally i havent listened to it for weird brain reasons so not sure how well it fits your criteria but ive heard its also very good

mabel podcast is another favorite! the creators of mabel and the creator of i am in eskew were both inspired by shirley jackson's the haunting of hill house to an extent iirc, so even though the stories are very different some elements of them have a similar 'feel' to them imo. i will say that mabel is very different stylistically though (especially the earlier episodes) which in my experience people seem to either love or hate. whereas in eskew you get a pretty continuous narration from david or riyo, in mabel youre mostly listening in on a series of somewhat disjointed voicemail messages. id definitely recommend at least giving the first few episodes a go, dont get discouraged if you dont feel like you dont understand whats happening right away. all you really need to know about the story going in is that youre following Anna, whos a live-in carer for an old woman named Sally. Anna is trying to contact Sallys next of kin (the titular Mabel), but shes strangely out of reach.

ok i know you said youre not a huge horror person but if you ever are feeling a little more daring id suggest trying out The White Vault. theres a small amount of gore (descriptions of finding hearts and teeth) and some uh. wet ripping sounds in it but its really not that bad all things considered, just know that it is straight horror though. its a found footage podcast that follows a group of people whove been hired to check out a remote outpost in northern norway thats gone dead, but a storm leaves them stranded there, and as time goes on it becomes clear that they arent exactly alone. this ones a little longer i think, but tbh ive only listened to the first two seasons, it felt like a natural place for the story to end to me

and then on the complete opposite side of the spooky podcast spectrum, if you want something thats a ghost story but really not horror at all imo, i just finished listening to Midnight Radio a few weeks back. this ones *really* short, like 10 episodes that are ~20 minutes each short, so its definitely lower commitment. in this one youre listening in on a radio show hosted by Sibyl, who died decades earlier but can still be heard waxing poetic about her hometown in the dead of night.

ok LAST ONE havent finished it so wasnt sure if i should rec it but a lot of people on my dash hype up Archive 81 so i thought id mention it at least. guy is hired to listen through a bunch of creepy tapes in some archive out in the middle of no where. classic horror podcast stuff. similar to eskew in that it pivots from mostly being mostly anthology into an overarching plot as you go on

[darkmaga-returns]

Prince Metternich—the “coachman of Europe,” the co-creator of the remarkably stable and conservative Concert of Europe system of great power peace and the subject of Henry Kissinger’s finest scholarship—was a thoroughly well-mannered man according to various sources, including that of Karl Nesselrode, his contemporary. Metternich lived in times similar to ours: increasing social radicalism, ethnocentric divisiveness and disorder, the rise of nationalism fueled by the French revolution, the return of total wars and decline of the right of conquest and subjecthood, and massive surplus elites. When asked the two most important qualities of any functioning or aspirational ruling nobility, he named “detachment” and “unfailing politeness,” even towards enemies.

A lesson perhaps, for a new year, which, if we go by ancient Chinese standards, is looking to be more interesting already than expected. One cannot expect politeness or propriety in our times; yet historical literacy, let alone profundity, was also absent, as richly evidenced in the national debate on what constitutes nationhood and a healthy, assimilated, and satiated polity. I don’t intend to write another essay on immigration debate—I won't have kind words for either side of the spectrum, and it would jeopardize my own great peace—but tangentially it drove me to another important question. Who are the grand historians chronicling our times, and why is writing and reading sweeping historical narratives such a declining profession and pleasure? 

The question is important and will be self-evident as to why. Writing grand-history is a calling, not for everyone. It is often the work of a lifetime. Edward Gibbon, and Theodor Mommsen’s treatises on Roman rise, decline, and fall are classic examples of the genre. But those are thematic assessments and exceptional in their own way; they often can only be done from the distance of centuries and with the support of hundreds of secondary sources. One can still write grand-historical narratives as a contemporary of events. William Morfil’s A History of Russia and Sir Edward Creasy’s translation and assessment of Joseph von Hammer-Purgstall’s History of the Ottoman Turks fit into this category. “His first act of sovereign authority showed that a different spirit to that of the generous Amurath would now wield the Ottoman power”, as Creasy wrote in describing Mehmed, was a sign of unmatched neutrality, sense of fair play, and even personal respect, towards a power considered historically adversarial. Both of them were ideologically detached enough to write a sweeping narrative of two empires, which were both contemporary and, as we know now, in their final stages. 

[einshi]

can you share some of your thoughts on kogami and makishima?

help me

for that i'd have to also out my other ships sugimoto/ogata and sherlock/william, which also fall somewhere in the spectrum of psychosexual obsession.

i've written both makishima and kogami and based solely on the canon material it's undeniable that they are two sides of the same coin, perhaps made of the same stuff and you can't take one out of the map without ripping a fundamental part out of the other, their characters are complementary to each other and i think that if it weren't for their opposing roles they might've become "closer" as any rivals would be in a conventional world, but they are two unconventional minds in an unconventional setting so it was bound to end in death or mutual destruction for them. they're so alike and so different at the same time that for every trait that draws kogami towards makishima there's another opposing one that repels him. how scary it must be that there is someone who you have not yet seen in person and only through photographs, through conversations, through myths, someone who might as well not exist and yet he knows everything about you and only you seem to understand the inner machinations of his mind even though you've never met? it's like chasing a ghost that's already possessed you, an apparition luring you deep in the abyss. i think that's what's charming about them tbh, the mutual obsession.

[snailfriend777]

To quote a good friend of mine, Stuff Can Be Two Things.

I think part of media analysis is approaching it from different angles. Looking at something from a serious vs a silly standpoint can give very different interpretations of the work as a whole, and combining the two helps one appreciate it on a different level than sticking solely to one or the other.

I very much agree with your view on intention, too: as an artist and also someone who's taken their fair share of English courses over the years, I've found there's an expectation to analyse an author's intention - to tear a work apart and come out the other end with an understanding of the artist's psyche. But so many great paintings, poems, novels, etc, were created without intention.

Of course there's a message to every artwork, and many works were created with intention (said with a vague gesture at the entire minimalist movement, and many others) but as an artist I can say that my process, and the process of many other artists who I've talked to, is backwards: the creation comes first, and the decoding afterwards. It is only in hindsight that we can really see why we moved forward the way we did. In the moment we're too busy thinking about creation to worry about analysis, and by the time it's done our view of the past is already sullied by the fact that we are no longer in it.

It irritates me to no end when - especially in poetry - a simple poem gets torn apart. Sometimes a work requires being taken at face value. You could certainly deconstruct, for example, William Blake's The Fly and how the fly is a metaphor for xyz, but I can guarantee you that Blake didn't write it while thinking about much of anything apart from the insect itself.

I have nothing against analysis though - I've certainly done my share of it. My resentment lies in the knee-jerk reaction of some academics to analyse without appreciating the work at face value first.

There's something to be said for collective analysis as well - in fandoms on tumblr in particular. I love seeing groups coming together, exchanging ideas, and building on an idea together. Of course there's always people who gatekeep, or who miss the point entirely, but I've found that a good number of fandoms (Magnus of course comes to mind, as does Good Omens) are quite open to newcomers and the ideas that they bring to the table. In letting everyone speak their turn, it becomes a larger collective web of understanding, rather than one person tunneling straight down in a narrow understanding of a work.

I think blorbofication can (and should!) coexist with a deep understanding of the content, in the same way we can write our essays and shitposts at the same time. But I do agree that reducing a character to blorbo status without understanding that they are a deeply troubled and layered individual first can be problematic.

All this to say, analysis is a spectrum and fluidity within it is a valuable asset when breaking down media. Also stop asking authors/artists what our intention was in coming up with an idea 90% of the time we have to bullshit an answer because we don't remember and/or didn't consciously have an intention while creating the work in question.

What’s your opinion on the contrast between “silly” and “serious” spaces? Do you think people can have very serious interpretations about a genuine piece of media and also be goofy about it? I’m asking this particularly because I’ve seen people in the Magnus podcast fandoms fight about people “misinterpreting” characters you, Alex, and the many other authors have written. Are you okay with the blorbofication or do you really wish the media you’ve written would be “taken seriously” 100% of the time?

And follow up question, what do you think about the whole “it’s up to the reader (or in some cases, listener) to make their own conclusions and interpretations and that does not make them wrong”, versus the “it was written this way because the author intended it this way, and we should respect that” argument?

This is a question I've given a lot of thought over the years, to the point where I don't know how much I can respond without it becoming a literal essay. But I'll try.

My main principle for this stuff boils roughly down to: "The only incorrect way to respond to art is to try and police the responses of others." Art is an intensely subjective, personal thing, and I think a lot of online spaces that engage with media are somewhat antithetical to what is, to me, a key part of it, which is sitting alone with your response to a story, a character, a scene or an image and allowing yourself to explore it's effect on you. To feel your feelings and think about them in relation to the text.

Now, this is not to say that jokes and goofiness about a piece of art aren't fucking great. I love to watch The Thing and drink in the vibes or arctic desolation and paranoia, or think about the picture it paints of masculinity as a sublimely lonely thing where the most terrible threat is that of an imposed, alien intimacy. And that actually makes me laugh even more the jokey shitpost "Do you think the guys in The Thing ever explored each other's bodies? Yeah but watch out". Silly and serious don't have to be in opposition, and I often find the best jokes about a piece of media come from those who have really engaged with it.

And in terms of interpreting characters? Interpreting and responding to fictional characters is one of the key functions of stories. They're not real people, there is no objective truth to who they are or what they do or why they do it. They are artificial constructs and the life they are given is given by you, the reader/listener/viewer, etc. Your interpetation of them can't be wrong, because your interpretation of them is all that there is, they have no existence outside of that.

And obviously your interpretation will be different to other people's, because your brain, your life, your associations - the building blocks from which the voices you hear on a podcast become realised people in your mind - are entirely your own. Thus you cannot say anyone else's is wrong. You can say "That's not how it came across to me" or "I have a very different reading of that character", but that's it. I suppose if someone is fundamentally missing something (like saying "x character would never use violence" when x character strangles a man to death in chapter 4) you could say "I think that's a significant misreading of the text", but that's only to be reserved for if you have the evidence to back it up and are feeling really savage.

I think this is one of the things that saddens me a bit about some aspects of fandom culture - it has a tendency to police or standardise responses or interpretations, turning them from personal experiences to be explored into public takes to be argued over. It also has the occasional moralistic strain, and if there's one thing I wish I could carve in stone on every fan space it's that Your Responses to a Piece of Art Carry No Intrinsic Moral Weight.

As for authorial intention, that's a simpler one: who gives a shit? Even the author doesn't know their own intentions half the time. There is intentionality there, of course, but often it's a chaotic and shifting mix of theme and story and character which rarely sticks in the mind in the exact form it had during writing. If you ask me what my intention was in a scene from five years ago, I'll give you an answer, but it will be my own current interpretation of a half-remembered thing, altered and warped by my own changing relationship to the work and five years of consideration and change within myself. Or I might not remember at all and just have a guess. And I'm a best case scenario because I'm still alive. Thinking about a writers possible or stated intentions is interesting and can often lead to some compelling discussion or examination, but to try and hold it up as any sort of "truth" is, to my mind, deeply misguided.

Authorial statements can provide interesting context to a work, or suggest possible readings, but they have no actual transformative effect on the text. If an author says of a book that they always imagined y character being black, despite it never being mentioned in the text, that's interesting - what happens if we read that character as black? How does it change our responses to the that character actions and position? How does it affect the wider themes and story? It doesn't, however, actually make y character black because in the text itself their race remains nonspecific. The author lost the ability to make that change the moment it was published. It's not solely theirs anymore.

So yeah, that was a fuckin essay. In conclusion, serious and silly are both good, but serious does not mean yelling at other people about "misinterpretations", it means sitting with your personal explorations of a piece of art. All interpretations are valid unless they've legitimately missed a major part of the text (and even then they're still valid interpretations of whatever incomplete or odd version of the text exists inside that person's brain). Authorial intent is interesting to think about but ultimately unknowable, untrustworthy and certainly not a source of truth. Phew.

Oh, and blorbofication is fine, though it does to my mind sometimes pair with a certain shallowness to one's exploration of the work in question.

[bqstqnbruin]

romance/romantasy bc im a basic bitch. pls give me recs 😭😭

Since it is Black History Month I've been trying to read books only by black authors so these have been my favorites so far:

Seven Days in June by Tia Williams - I would have given this 5 stars but my only issue is that they fall in love in 7 days which took me out of the story. If that doesn't bug you, then would recommend

Legendborn and Bloodmarked by Tracy Deonn - the first two books in a trilogy that isn't set to be completed until 2025, but it follows Bree Matthews as she encounters the decendants of King Arthurs Knights of the Round table while trying to learn more about what happened with her mom's death (tw for racism the adults in this book make me want to scream)

The Romantic Agenda by Claire Kann - Joy is in love with her best friend Malcolm, Malcolm is in love with this girl named Summer, Summer wants to set up Joy with her friend Fox. Joy and Malcolm are both on the asexual spectrum giving two different types of representation with each character

Stars in Your Eyes by Kacen Callender - I have already read this book twice since it was published in October and I cried both times. Logan Gray and Mattie Cole are forced together in a movie about two authors who have to work together to write a book and are told they need to date because of Logan's bad reputation ruining the movie. Check the tw warnings because there's a lot: sexual assault, rape, racism, homophobia, drug use and abuse, mentions of suicide, and more that I'm forgetting I think.

[ants-personal]

for zalty fandom azkz: 1, 7 and 9 you can pick fandomz :3

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

imma be real honest here amanda and adam like first off they are on just two different ends of the spectrum on so many levels and like amanda doesn't deserve adam anyways also those bitches gay wlw and mlm violence style

also the small hoffman x adam you really think someone like adam would date a cop especially a corrupt one HAHA

7. Is there anything you use to like but cant stand now?

Hmm probably the way the stories are told in saw lol past the 3rd one its sucks we spend so much time still in flashbacks it takes away alot from characters that are going through the movie now like hoffman suffers greatly from it. Even now we get finally a new story in thw saw universe with spiral and they go right back to heres john and aNother thing he did in the past we decided :P. Id rather explore spiral more or similar to it a rise in new jigsaws but each one being that meme thats like wow everyone else is insane good thing im the sane one and they are all thinking it each having new rules or beliefs and how that conflicts with the other jigsaws maybe or just bring back zeke and william please liongate im begging let saw 11 be something still attached to johns name only by association and not anotherr flashback movie to bloat the timeline I wanna see some of these charaters actually like be developed into more then barely 2d characters they did so well with amanda in the first 3 now do it again with others

9. Most dislikes character(s)? why?

1. Hoffman i cannot stand cops who think they are still good by doing bad also he just so pretentious and booooorrrrinnngggggg oh my goood i hate that the last three movies in the og 7 revolves around him so much like UGHHHHHH i wish i got to see his face get ripped im half by that beartrap instead of jill

2. LOgan theres not many reasons either mostly hes boring and barely a character like hes a solider???? and???? nothing another boring fuckin guy who thinks hs the beST and did not deserve jigsaws mercy over others he so easily let die really id love see him die just as boring as he lived

3. Amanda but really only cause she killed my boy adam and also cheated his game and kerrys but its not as much as the other 2 more like annoyance she can do a little cheat im just not happy with it. My feels towards her are like shes one of the only well written characters in this franchise but also my pathetic boy :(( so i guess its more love her character dislike her actions

[creature-of-delerium]

Intro Post v 2.0

About me

Hi! I'm William, I also go by the name Willow and Will, use any of the above that you prefer. I will not reveal my age (except on accident if I accidentally date myself) just know I'm gen Z. I'm bi-romantic and sexually confused and absolutely hyper fixated on the idea of love (and my supportive and wonderful girlfriend). I'm also neurodivergent (no clue where I lie on the spectrum but differently not normal) I do have ADD, and yes I do forget where I set things down. I have a deep interest in psychology and love meeting people who's brains are weird like mine! (Also I love getting asks/ reblogs with commentary)

My Interests

I have an absolute mess of interests, and they frequently change. Currently I am having a great time fixating on playing tennis, Minecraft, and acting. I am a stage performer who tends towards playing young boys or authoritarian rulers (weird, but that's theatre). I am also an aspiring blacksmith and engineer.

As far as Tv shows and other media, I absolutely adore hand drawn animation, especially when it is done by people with passion. I also like audio dramas such as Hannapocalypse, The Road of Shadows, and Midnight Burger.

My Projects

Currently I am leading work on an independently developed game called "Morti's Quest for Individuality" which is about an anthropomorphized mushroom that is separated from its colony and then has to learn what it means to exist as a singular entity. Along his journey he ends up creating his own colony which will lead to a final plot point. (Secret). It will be a two dimensional game that heavily features pixel art and dramatic story telling. If you are interested I may occasionally post art updates and (hopefully) a link to the beta at some point!

Finally I have multiple writing WIPs that will mainly be posted about on @mywipsdontend (although their individual blogs are linked at the end of the post

Additionally I am working on developing a TTRPG called "Hearthside Havoc" which is an adventuring game where you are always a commoner and never level up. The gimmick of the system is that death is always a real possibility and that the only way you improve is by acquiring better gear. Once I get it to the point it can be tested I may try to generate interest by posting about it here.

Also, I'm working on a horror anthology of my original works (Eldritch and psychological).

My Posts

This account is mainly for reblogs and less for my thoughts (those are slowly being migrated to @screaminginto-thevoid) If you want to do an @ game with me, this is the blog to tag. Any work on my WIPs will mainly be posted on @mywipsdontend but I may occasionally post updates on here since it is my larger blog.

Project Socials

For those interested, as my projects develop more of an identity I will link their specific pages here.

@your-stupid-face-the-book - This is the project page for my teen romance drama. It's about as cliche as it gets, but it does have a lot of queer representation

@signed-in-blood-the-book - This is the project page for my teen horror setting which revolves around Goetian magic (although the actual rituals are altered because God knows one of you would try summoning a demon). This one has several QPRs, several heteronormative relationships, and general queer representation. (We got Ace, Aro, and Aroace so tune in for some good representation!)