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davenswitcher · 3 months ago

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NSFW Alphabet: Astarion x Estellé

Astarion and Estellé from "The Rockstar And The Groupie"

Saw the post from @bardic-inspo and decided to do this for my pookies too.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

They cuddle for a bit longer. Most often than not, he stays inside her until he's soft again. Afterwards, they take a shower together <3

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Estellé l o v e s his thighs and eyes. For Astarion, he loves her eyes. He fell in love with her heterochromia, sometimes gazing into her eyes a bit too long, and he looks away shyly. He also can't get enough of her ass.

C = Cum (Where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum?)

Inside for both.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory: a dirty secret of theirs)

Neither have confessed yet that they masturbated thinking about the other before they got together.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

As a rockstar he had his fair share of debauched nights. He also was in a relationship with Shadowheart for a few years.

Estelle was only in a relationship once, and kissed a girl in a truth or dare in college.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Estellé loves prone bone and how deep he can thrust into her, hitting her spot perfectly. She also loves missionary and cowgirl, but mostly missionary, so she can kiss him and hold him.

Astarion loves missionary for the same reason. He's a sap deep down and gets off on kissing her and thrusting into her at the same time. Another favourite of his is fucking into her deep with her legs on his shoulders.

Both also like it slow when the mood strikes.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on the mood. They can be goofy and tease each other mad, but also be serious and worship each other.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Astarion's hair is very well taken care off. He hoards shampoos and conditioners. As an elf, he doesn't need to shave his body hair and has therefore soft af skin.

Estellé isn't as fanatical with her hair but likes to take care of it as much as she can. She's also an elf, so no body hair (I'm so jealous).

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Passionate, sappy, you name it.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

Astarion is a serial masturbator lol (in the rockstar universe). Either with his hands or letting the shower head massage his cock.

Estellé doesn't masturbate as often as him. But can't help herself when he comes home after a dance session or leaving the in-house gym all sweaty.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Both have an oral fixation. Astarion also likes to nibble her soft flesh, especially thighs (in every universe am I right)

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

At home. Sometimes also in his backstage room.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

They're insatiable. Half lidded looks and tight clothing and you'll not see them for the rest of the evening.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Both don't do degradation, anal and hair pulling.

Astarion has claustrophobia and doesn't do well with being tied up. A hot date ended pretty fast once when he had a panic attack.

Estellé doesn't like pain and doesn't want to be spanked or have her thighs and boobs gripped too tightly. She only let Astarion pat her booty once when they were backstage. That's the maximum "spanking" she tolerates.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Estellé is his oral queen and never had someone this good. Both like giving and receiving equally, though, Estellé really loves tasting him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Somewhere in the middle tbh. They love it slow and tender but also love rutting each other senseless.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not really into quickes, both of them. They love to take their time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

They like roleplaying from time to time. But not many risks. Astarion is happy he has someone who matches his freak, and it's enough.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

They are insatiable. They like to tire each other out. But it's always three rounds max, sometimes four.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Estellé has a tiny collection of vibrators and dildos she likes to use on herself.

Astarion likes to use the vibration spell on himself or Estellé sometimes, but not often. He also had fleshlights when he was younger. Some vibrated, some had a suction function.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

They are huge teases. Astarion a bit more than her.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Estellé can be loud, but she tries to tone it down. Soft whimpers, sighs, the occasional "fuck". Most of the time, she moans into his mouth because this guy can't stop kissing her.

Astarion groans and growls deeply, which turns Estellé on very much.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Astarion likes to cook for her, but sometimes lies and says that his mom send it via teleportation.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Estellè has a beauty mark in her inner thigh.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Astarion has a higher sex drive. Estellés used to be lower especially after her ex but she caught up quickly.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As they only trance they cuddle and stay awake for a bit longer. They talk about everything and anything or Astarion reads to her.

Tagging: @cinnamontails-ff @larvasmoon @busy-baker

#astarion #astarion x oc #astarion x female oc #rockstarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion smut

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the-void-writes · 4 months ago

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“you’re so pretty when you lie to me”

Hello hello friendo 💖 So we were talking about writing more unhinged stuff, and thanks to you I managed to develop Aphelion’s awfulness more lol. Thank you so much for the motivation and inspo, and I hope this isn’t too unhinged 😅

For All Eternity - The Moon King’s Madness

Summary: Paradise Era— Will has been taken by King Aphelion Sapphirus, a Celestial who hates humanity. His delusions have convinced him that any Freak with strong enough powers are Celestials trapped in mortal forms, so he makes it his job to set them free through fatal methods.

WC: 3K

TW: Many descriptions of body horror (both shapeshifting and a vivisection). Also if you don’t like reading about people being held prisoner, or violent and manipulative love interests, then this isn’t for you.

Days flew by so fast that Will couldn’t tell them apart anymore. He would wake up in that miserable bedroom, with the view of freedom a million miles below him, and the minutes would blur together after that. Feasts with the Celestials, tours around the palace that he was meant to share, hours strapped to a table in the darkness as the god that claimed to love him tried time and time again to cut through his mortal cage and release his cosmic spirit…

Aphelion’s singular glowing eye pierced the darkness, the only part of him that Will could see, aside from the blazing hot blade in his hands. His voice scratched the inside of Will’s head, drowning out the ringing in his ears.

“I know it hurts,” he said. “You’re doing so well, my dear. If I can just get through this section of veins…”

The blade hit Will’s skin once more, filling his nose with the smell of burnt flesh. His throat was already raw from screaming, made worse by the waves of energy that tore through him. It was his body’s natural defense mechanism— His years with Vesely had taught him that.

Starlight cut clean down the center of his chest. The air touched his open skin with the grace of an old friend. Finally, the cutting stopped, and Aphelion waited anxiously. This was the moment of truth for all his hard work and research. If all went to plan, Will’s “Celestial soul” would at last be free.

That was when Will felt his insides shift. Dozens of little growths stretched and connected like the threads of an old doll. They twisted and pulled, and in no time at all, Will had been stitched back together. His saving grace, Vesely’s Infection— it wouldn’t let him die. He was too good of a host.

The air grew thick and warm as Aphelion threw the blade into the darkness. His yell shook the entire room.

“DAMN YOU, CURSED PARASITE!”

Tears ran down Will’s face. He had never been more thankful to be sick. His whole body flinched as he felt Aphelion’s large hand cradle his head, still invisible in the darkness.

“Forgive me, my darling… I’ve failed you.”

There were several long footsteps, and then he was gone. Will cried in the dark for what felt like forever before a group of Aphelion’s glowing handmaidens came to collect him. He didn’t remember the trip back to his room, only the spinning in his head and the feeling of bile rising in his ruined throat.

Finally, he was back in his bed. The handmaidens finished cleaning the new scar on his chest, and left him to recover in his room for the rest of the night. They never said a word to him, perhaps out of fear of the king. Aphelion had a bizarre temperament when it came to Will. He was as soft as possible around the small mortal, but if anyone else showed interest in him, the moon god had no trouble disposing of them. According to the sparse whispers of other Celestials, Aphelion had devoured one of their kind for daring to look at Will for longer than a minute.

The mattress consumed Will as he laid down and watched the stars outside. If someone had told him as a boy that he would one day be sickened by the sight of the cosmos, he would have thought them insane. His hopes and dreams of exploring the galaxy, flying among stardust, discovering new worlds and species… All of it was squandered each time Aphelion took his wretched scalpel to Will’s chest.

He tried to take this brief moment of peace to think, but his mind had been reduced to a handful of thoughts: hating Aphelion, missing Dante, and praying for death to finally claim him, to reunite him with his family. All he wanted was an end to the torture.

His heart dropped as he heard the door open. He leapt up and leaned against the bedpost, hoping he had enough energy to run to the washroom and lock it before the handmaidens could grab him. He was only due for one ritual a week, that was what Aphelion swore to him, the one promise Will trusted him to keep. Vesely’s Infection put his body through too much stress, so Aphelion had to stop and let him recover. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing Will before he could be free. As horrifically misguided as he was, there was indeed a part of him that loved the young Divine.

Will’s heart sank further down as a pale, crooked hand pushed the door open carefully. Aphelion’s human disguise was far from perfect. He was thoroughly disgusted by humanity, so his understanding of appearance and proportions were approximations, at best. Discolored patches of skin were hastily sewn together, sagging and twisting around a nonexistent skeletal form. Space dust and starlight shifted under the skin, churning like water beneath his cosmically-decorated hanfu. He towered over Will, whose height just barely reached where the Moon King’s ribs would be. Pale pink hair hung perfectly within a series of hairpins, pulling it tight enough to stretch the corners of his face. It was a mockery of a human being, a suit that was designed purely to give him more time with Will.

“Ah, you’re awake.” His voice still shook inside Will’s head, with the underlying discomfort of nails scratching glass. “How are you feeling?”

“Do I have to go back?” Will asked, struggling to stand upright and not fall back into the preferable softness of the bed.

Aphelion smiled and mustered an unpleasant laugh. His eyes flickered with what Will assumed was warmth. They were less eyes, per say, and more two distant stars floating in the darkness that hid under the god’s human suit. Will could see the hollow sockets behind the light, two miniature universes peering out at him.

“We’re done, I promise you. Until we can figure out how to destroy this parasite, I’m afraid we’ll have to put the ritual on hold.”

Will let his shoulders fall as he tried to smother his relief. The last thing he wanted to do was give his host— his captor— a reason to continue his work.

“Please forgive me, my dear,” Aphelion said, confusing his silence with disappointment. “I know it’s insufferable, but by the end of it all, you’ll be free.”

“I’ll be dead, sir. I’m not a god.”

“You don’t truly believe that, do you?” Aphelion moved forward carefully, sweeping his legs like a peacock unsure of its steps. “If you were anything as simple and lowly as a human, you would never have survived this long. Your sickness, your isolation, the years of abuse from your father—”

“Don’t talk about him,” Will spat.

Aphelion smiled. “Forgive me, I know it’s a sensitive subject. We can talk about something else.”

“I don’t want to talk.”

The god’s smile faltered. Will braced himself for a swift mood swing, for the handmaidens to come barreling in and pull him back into the ritual room, but that moment never came. The fear in waiting seemed more unbearable than the pain itself.

“I understand your frustrations, you know.”

Will raised his eyebrow. “Do you?”

“You’re displeased with me. I disgust you.” He raised his hand up. “Please, I get it. These human forms are so limiting and fragile.”

“What?” Will shook his head. “I don’t hate your… appearance.”

The god chuckled to himself. “You don’t have to pretend. It makes me nauseous just putting it on.”

“Then why do it?”

“For you, of course. If I can’t free you yet, then I’ll bind myself in this prison of flesh. Anything to see you and make you happy.”

Will wasn’t quick enough to stop himself. “I was already happy with my friends— with Dante. He was my home.”

Tears stabbed the corners of his eyes. He missed Paradise so terribly, even the noise and the parties that never seemed to end. He missed sleeping in with the love of his life and heading out for lunch together before retreating back home to avoid the crowds. After years of heartbreak, Will had finally found peace, and it was taken away from him for the third time in his life.

He pushed himself into the bedpost as Aphelion stepped closer, trying and failing to avoid the clawed hand running through his hair.

“It truly pains me to see you this distraught,�� Aphelion said. “A man like that was never worth your time. He never even came up to see you.”

“Because you won’t let anyone up here!”

“But he never even bothered to ask for you. What monster would abandon the supposed love of his life?”

Will shut his eyes and tightened his fists. He knew Dante better than that. This was a man who had gone into a heist with a fatal fever, all for the sake of the kids in his neighborhood. If he hadn’t come to bargain for Will, it was because he was planning something. Dante would never abandon him. He wasn’t like Dan…

“If your heart still aches for him,” Aphelion said, “perhaps I can assist with that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Watch, my dear.”

There was a sick popping noise, and Will watched as the moon king’s long form shrank and twisted. The discolored skin grew dark, and his long pink hair turned black and curly, until Will was looking at his love again, at his Dante. It was his beautiful smile, his golden scars from the Infection… but the glowing yellow eyes belonged to Aphelion, and the skin around his face was still pinched tight.

“What do you think?” he asked in Dante’s low, smooth voice. “It’s so much easier when you have a base to work off of. Is this better for you? Not as repulsive?”

Will fell back onto the bed, unable to speak. It was wrong, it was so sickeningly wrong. He could barely shake his head. Aphelion read the look in his eyes and shrugged.

“That’s alright. Mister Briggs isn’t exactly my style, anyway. How about something simpler?”

With the snap of his fingers, his fake skin shifted and snapped into plastic. Cold joints and wires mocked the human muscular system, until Will was face-to-face with the android he had once fallen for. It was a perfect replica of Dan, save for his sick yellow eyes. A mixture of longing and anger stung his chest.

“How?” Will asked. “How the hell do you know what he looks like?!”

“I saw him in your dreams.” His voice box crackled just as Dan’s did, but Aphelion’s tone still seeped through like poison. “I didn’t mean to wander in there, but your thoughts were deafening.”

“You— You were in my head?”

“Yes, and I saw how terribly he treated you. The real Daniel was a fool. We could start over, now that your mind is intact. I can be what he never could.”

Will clenched his teeth. “I don’t want to start over.”

“Fair enough, my dear. He’s a tad too numb for my taste.”

The android’s casing melted off of Aphelion’s starlit body, quickly covered by a new layer of dark skin. Glowing, predatory eyes shone through the glasses that now rested on his broad nose. Thick, coiled hair sprouted from the top of his head. Will’s stomach wrenched violently at the sight of Aphelion, whose cosmic form rippled under Colin’s skin, glowing like magma.

“Your first love. You cared deeply for him, from what I remember.”

Will practically stumbled against the bed frame, fighting the urge to be sick. He had almost forgotten how soft-spoken and gentle Colin was, but he knew these drawn-out sentences weren’t his. Colin spoke quickly and to the point, and furthermore, he never watched anyone with a look as predatory as that of the moon god. Will refused to look at Aphelion until he was back in his own ragged skin.

“Nothing?” he asked. “Is it the boy’s age? I know he looks young, but I’ve been alive for centuries, Will. There’s no harm done.”

“That’s sick, Saph— Sick in the head.”

“You were in love with him, yes? It could be as though he never left you.”

“You think I want that? You think I’m going to fall in love with you because you’re wearing my old boyfriend like a fucking ballgown?!”

Aphelion tapped a clawed finger against his chin, with all the casual grace of a man pondering his plans for dinner. He closed his eyelids limply over the hollow sockets. Will’s head buzzed and his stomach twisted— the god was reading his thoughts. It was so much worse compared to the warm cloud that would surround his mind whenever Dante read from him. Aphelion’s power felt as though someone was taking a fork to his mind and scooping out the insides.

“Ah,” the god said, “I’ve found something better.”

His body snapped and jerked, and for a while, Will couldn’t see much of a difference in his appearance. He was still tall and pale, still wriggling under false skin. His nose seemed longer, and his eyes were larger and rounder, but nothing too drastic had changed.

Then his pink hair grew darker, a deep wine color turning into dark cherry. Now, it was a near perfect match, like an old photograph that had just been misplaced in the wash, elongating all of the features. The only pieces missing were the snow-colored eyes.

“How is this?” His soft voice pierced Will’s heart. “Barely even a change, right? He’s perfect.”

Anger burned through Will’s body, powered by the sickness in his veins. In the blink of an eye, he lunged at Aphelion, pushing him to the ground.

“GET OUT OF HIS BODY!” Will screamed. “RIGHT NOW!”

A wave of energy burst from his throat as he yelled, cracking the floor below Aphelion’s head. The moon king struggled to gain his bearings.

“Will— please calm down!”

Will’s throat burned as he cried. He could still see Jason’s cold, stiff, colorless face as he laid still in his grasp. Blood and feathers and bullets littered the floor around them. The more he remembered, the further his powers forced the god into the tile work.

“This is for you,” Aphelion said, fighting through his chokehold. “You loved him, and they took him from you. I can bring him back to you, it’s no problem for me—”

“GET OUT!”

“Don’t tell me it’s not true! Don’t tell me you don’t love him, I’ve seen it! You love him so much, you wish you had died instead!”

Aphelion struggled in his grasp— Jason struggled, terrified of the man looming above him. An expression he never wanted to see on his godfather… Will quickly released his powers and backed up against the bedpost, leaving Aphelion to catch his breath— How could a god like him even breathe?

Will curled up on the floor, holding his head in his hands. He longed for the ritual, for the scalding blades that cut his chest open, anything other than this.

“Dearest,” Aphelion said, still in his stolen voice, “you’re hurting so much. I don’t blame you.”

Will refused to speak. A clumsy claw ran through his hair, and he was too tired, too frightened, to push it away.

“You shouldn’t have to suffer anymore. I can stay like this for you, until we can finally set you free. It’s easy, really. You don’t have to repress your emotions. I’m all yours, however you want me.”

Those words, in that voice, were the push Will needed to slap Aphelion back onto the floor, hard enough to force him back into his original skin. Aphelion was speechless, grazing his fingers over his reddened cheek. Will’s stare could have shot clean through the Celestial.

“I hate you,” he said. “I hate everything about you. I don’t want to love you, and it’s not because of how you look. You can’t just hide behind the faces of people I loved. It will never change what you are— vile and wicked and cruel.”

Will rose to his feet before Aphelion could reach him. He stumbled towards the door, not at all concerned with where he was going or who would follow him. He just wanted to leave.

“Will—”

“Don’t you ever use my father’s face again. You don’t understand him, or what he meant to me. Stay out of his skin, or I swear on my life, I will find a way to kill you.”

Whatever had motivated him to stand up to Aphelion died the moment the god picked himself up off the ground and snatched Will’s wrist.

“Kill?” His voice shook the walls. “You think you can kill me with that broken little body? After everything I’ve done for you?!”

Will shielded his face in a way he hadn’t done since he was a young boy, cowering at the brutality of his birth father. He waited for the snap of a bone or the sting of a fist, but nothing came. When he opened his eyes, Aphelion looked mortified. He released Will’s hand slowly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “My darling, I’m so sorry.”

Will avoided his pleading eyes. “Leave, please.”

“Of course.”

Aphelion slinked out of the room, and when his weak footsteps could no longer be heard, Will ran to the washroom and locked himself inside. He let his tears mix with the warm water in the sink, porcelain cracking under his hand as he gripped the edges, tighter and tighter until his fingers started to bleed.

He couldn’t live like this, teetering the edges of both his and Aphelion’s rage. If he could only convince his Infection to seek a new host, or give up completely, then he could find a way to die before the moon king got his hands on him again…

Will slapped himself with his own bruised hand. You jackass, he thought, you can’t give up. You’ll leave Dante all on his own. He took a breath and treated his hand with medicine from the cabinet. Get a hold of yourself, find a way out of here, and don’t stop until you’re back in his arms.

#writeblr #original writing #ask games #wip: for all eternity #writing this made me hate Aphelion even more 🤣 he’s probably worse than Vesely #I really hope this isn’t too much #this is training to get out of the comfort zone lol

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snowfolly · 3 months ago

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✨Writing Interview Tag Game✨

I wast tagged by @pursuitseternal , thanks so much for the tag, love!

When did you start writing?

I did a little bit of writing in high school ( and it’s funny bc the thing I remember the most was my original vampire fiction lolol) but I didn’t start back to writing again until I was almost 3 whole decades old ;u;

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

Horror, maybe? I could definitely write it bc I love that shit but just haven’t yet (also enjoy reading some AA fics but could never write one!)

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

Stephen King is my most favorite writer, but no one’s ever compared me to any writer, really. I’ve done a ‘who do you write like?’ thing recently and got Neil Gaiman and I’ll definitely take it! (American Gods, my beloved)

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Well mostly from the couch, but currently (and not uncommonly) I’m laying in bed with a huge heating pad on and writing on my phone so don’t be like me 😂 (also enjoy taking my laptop outside under the porch on nice cool evenings or during rain/storms)

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Instrumental music truly is my muse —I’m obsessed with each and every song on this instrumental playlist rn — so much inspiration comes from these songs!

(Also lighting a lovely candle or catching a good rain/snow/thunderstorm or simply thinking about Astarion/Tali lol)

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Celestial references, self deprecation and the theme of Endlessness… which makes a lot of sense for my current story lol.

What is your reason for writing?

I have a story to tell and it must be told!

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

God… ANY comment at ALL is motivating! It can be a heart or a smiley face… doesn’t matter — as long as it’s nice it’s motivating! (And thank you so much to @vixstarria and @tragedybunny for leaving such lovely comments ilu two!)

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I just want people to feel the big feelings that I do when I write! I want them to laugh and feel happy/sad/contemplative and immersed— and sometimes even feel horny as a treat lol. I just hope that people think of my writing fondly!

How do you feel about your own writing?

Well, sometimes I love it — other times I hate it. Ultimately it is what it is, and it’s my own — and that’s good enough.

When you write, are you influenced by what others enjoy might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

Probably a bit of both tbh!

No pressure tagging: @vixstarria @ollysoxisfree @tragedybunny @bardic-inspo @tallymonster @mj-bites @jellymellydraws and anyone who wants to do the thing — it’s late and names aren’t occurring to me lol)

#writer tag game #tag game #thanks for the tag!#writer stuff

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unpopularvivian · 5 months ago

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TTTE Swap AU Concept! (Or Classically Modern TTTE AU)

So I finally managed to have enough ideas to write an outline of what my swap au would be like! The characters that I currently swapping with each other are:

Toby ⬅️➡️ James

Edward ⬅️➡️ Gordon

Thomas ⬅️➡️ Percy

BoCo ⬅️➡️ Diesel (BoCo is a wip)

Daisy ⬅️➡️ Mavis (Both are wips)

Henrietta ⬅️➡️ Hannah (Both are wips)

Donald & Douglas ⬅️➡️ Bill & Ben (Both are wips)

Henry ⬅️➡️ Emily (Both are wips)

Let's start with what the characters' personalities that aren't wips are like and their inspirations!

Thomas: Very caring and kind while also being very bright and smart! He's less cheeky than his MC self and his love of skateboarding is swapped with creating inventions! He still goes crazy when he eats candy lol. His main inspiration is Mac from Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends.

Percy: Acts like a dick and can be very lazy. Is very bratty and loves to mess around with other engines. Despite this, he can be very courageous and is willing to sacrifice himself for his dearest friends. Instead of being confused with long words, they are now confused by sarcasm despite using it themselves. Main inspo is Bloo from Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends.

Toby: Very expressive but can often be very arrogant and reckless. Doesn't think that he's old and tries to fit in with the younger engines. As a result, he wears very modern clothes. and feels very insecure about himself deep down (Also he's loves fashion hehe hoho) Is willing to throw hands at anybody if they dare to hurt his loved ones. Character inspiration is Anne Maria from Total Drama with bits of Connor from Disventure Camp sneaked in.

James: Very selfless and very hardworking although he tends to be a people pleaser and gets stepped on a lot. He isn't vain anymore and red is just a favorite color of his. Still likes fashion although she sees it as a part time hobby. They can be a bit spoiled but still very sweet and generous. Dakota from Total Drama was their main inspiration.

Edward: Very uptight, seems to not smile at all and very serious. He doesn't have insomnia in this au but he is a massive workaholic, causing him to neglect his own wellbeing for the sake of the railway. Instead of being interested in punk culture, heavy metal and rock music, Edward takes a liking to the supernatural world. Is able to see and communicate with ghosts, demons, angels and other entities. Main inspiration was Loid Forger from Spy x Family. Oh and when he smiles, it usually looks something like this:

(Yeah very unnerving I know)

Gordon: Full of life and energy, always like helping people and is generally down-to-earth. Very humble and is very calm during dire situations. He tends to be very spontaneous and sometimes too excited when he sees an opportunity. Main inspo was Jack Skellington from the Nightmare Before Christmas.

Diesel: Absolutely loves steamies and the troublesome trucks and sees them as family in contrast to canon Diesel hating them. He is the main caretaker of the troublesome trucks and sees them as his own kids. So if you treat Diesel badly, the trucks are coming for your ass. Very mild and doesn't like to lie to others. Tends to be honest although it does sometimes lead him to accidentally insulting people. Is regarded as one of the nicest diesels by others. Character inspiration was Wilt from Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends.

Side info:

The characters keep their og sexualities and genders from the MC AU. Toby x Edward, Toby x Henrietta, Gordon x BoCo etc are still canon to this AU. The characters are still them by the end of the day. Thomas is still Thomas, Percy is still Percy and so on. Backstories may be altered or different than the backstories from Modernly Classical. Same goes for headcanons. Their designs might change in order to fit their personalities more. (If I ever had the motivation to make them in GL2 lol)

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yesimwriting · 1 year ago

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directors cut sort of?

if final girl was a tv show and you had to pick a song for the opening theme song what would it be?

i’m genuinely very curious if you think there’s a song out there that really wraps not just the readers, billy’s, and stu’s dynamic together but also the vibe of the series

or if you have songs that you think represent characters individually?

anyway would loooove to know what your talented self listens to 💕

i got the notfiication for this and IMMEDIATELY stopped doing homework,, a lot of my writing inspo/motivation comes from music so i have a lot of thoughts

okay i have to preface this by saying that i am unfortunately not a cool, original indie music girly, i would LOVE to be, but i'm aware that it's not true to who i am at the moment 😭

as far as theme song, i think it's hard to nail one that i think is perfect bc i want the traditional slasher vibes and the heart of the story to be captured so i have 5 choices (that i can defend i promise 😭):

Verse 3 of I Know the End, Phoebe Bridgers - ik this song got tiktok-ified but i loved it before that 😭 i think these lyrics and the overall production provide both the kind of ominous urgency of a life and death situation situation while still packing a gut punch that doesn't seem to have a definite source, like when you hear that verse you know there's something tragic going on and you know you're hurt over it, but you can't figure out why

Verse 1 and Chorus of Ballad of a Homeschooled Girl, Olivia Rodrigo - that entire song is just so Y/n and I think the production is kind of "active"/energetic(?) enough to encompass more of the theme

Refrain 1 and (mainly) Pre-chorus of Happiness is a Butterfly, Lana Del Rey - a DRASTIC change in direction ik, and it might seem too soft, but the "if he's a serial killer then what's the worst..." verse is too literal, too good for me to not at least mention as an option,, like it's too real

First verse (or maybe the bridge) of The Love Club, Lorde - I'm on the fence about this one bc the cheerful/more pop sound doesn't fully fit the way I see the final girl fic aesthetic/vibe, but I love Lorde so it got some extra points lol. I think pairing this "clique" that should be a good with the bloody/violent visuals created by the lyrics has potential for a final girl vibe though, especially the first verse.

The Chorus of Nymphology by Melanie Martinez - this one shifts the framing a little but it’s great at summarizing what it’s like to be manic pixie dream girl-ified and implies something bad happening/being forced onto said manic pixie dream girl, so i think it works a little

So music that reminds me of the individual characters are different than what i think they'd listen to, that's a very important clarification!

This is a little less concrete to me, I've mentioned it before that Billy reminds me of Mastermind by Taylor Swift, he also reminds me of Writer in the Dark by Lorde (“I am my mother’s child, i love you till my breathing stops, i love you till you call the cops on me” is PERFECT for him idc)

i feel very strongly that Stu is Mirrorball (by Taylor Swift),, like he premeditates his actions based on getting attention (good or bad) and would literally kill someone before letting anyone find out

i wanted to give Y/n a taylor swift song so that it'd all match up, but i think it's so much more fitting to make her the odd one out in the trio and say that she's in her Olivia Rodrigo Era, she reminds me so much of Guts, she reminds me of Ballad of a Homeschool Girl (which is why it's one of the theme songs lol), and she will be relating to Making the Bed and vampire before the story ends 😭

omg if any of you have any thoughts on songs that would work as a final girl theme song or songs that remind you of the characters individually pls let me know!!

#scream 1996 #final girl fic #scream x reader #ig can be taken as song recs?

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doughguts-art · 8 months ago

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Its been a while! Hope your doing good!

Anyways i was always curious what inspired your artstyle, and why did you buy Bandit?

Oh and here are some pictures of my cat Freya

I'm doing well! Thank you for your questions, and your cat is super adorable!!

Style inspiration is difficult to pin down as I'm not quite sure how to define my own style lol. That being said, sirfluff and portablebread have been really big influences, since I really admire their work. I usually point to them with how I draw eyes and sharp teeth. For OFF related stuff specifically, big inspo is Xintestsu, love his stuff and CONFINIUM is freaking goals.

As for the Bandit question, that has a simple answer with a complex explanation:

I bought Bandit because I really like elsens and he was an elsen. I did not know his history in the fandom when I expressed my interest to purchase him, as I was a fan of OFF for just about a year at that point and wasn't aware of the greater fandom/fangames. I really like elsens, and had (still have) a horde of them for personal stories and drawing, so when I saw another cool elsen that seemed to be up for sale, I jumped at the chance to get him. I got him, and THEN played the games/discovered who I exactly got. It wasn't any motivation of "ooh famous elsen! gimme!", really it was just luck and the creator (Driftstar)'s willingness to sell that allowed me to come into ownership of the 'famous' elsen lol. Louis on the other hand was a fully knowledgeable purchase, because I was interested in keeping the two together. In my viewing of the fandom, they've always been associated closely with eachother. They were the only identifiable elsens* that specifically showed up in UNKNOWN. As Driftstar had created Louis, and Louis was removed from Hugginverse canon in 2019 along with Bandit and Charlotte, he was no longer in use (since Drift has pretty much distanced himself from fandom spaces). I recently recognized that, and asked Drift if he'd be willing to sell Louis too. He was kind enough to accept my offer, and that's how I came into Louis' ownership as well. I am excited to continue to develop both of them further!

Hope this was informative, let me know if you have any questions / want any clarifications. I know Louis wasn't a part of the initial ask, but I felt it was an important addition to explain how I got him as well (since, they're linked in other ways anyway haha).

*(aka different facesprites, Ryker and Todd are other named elsens that showed up in later Hugginverse titles, but they did not have unique facesprites)

didn't just want to send out a huge block of text without an image, so here's a drawing Driftstar created of the two dudes

#I love talking about these guys #bandit (elsen)#louis (elsen)#kinda sappy but the dudes have changed my life #I've been able to meet so many nice people in this fandom #which has really improved my enjoyment of the fandom #and just all of that has really grown my art I think #storytelling as well with stuff like the bandit askblog #kinda rambling but ya #love these dudes #love the fandom #OFF and it's fangames are awesome

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lemonpeter · 3 years ago

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Okay okay I can’t decide what I want to write for Pete’s birthday

So are we thinking a. Pevengers birthday *rgy

B. Soft domestic starker birthday sm*t

#bri speaks #starker #pevengers #or both lol if I get enough motivation and inspo #shout out to last year when I said I’d post something for his birthday and then never did #it still haunts me #I have actual guilt over it #but OH WELL lol #I’ll make it up this year

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saintobio · 3 years ago

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hi saint you absolute bodacious goddess, thank you for another beautiful chapter

i have some questions pertaining to your writing habits and whatnot, idk if you’ve ever answered an ask about this but if you did then disregard lmao

as a fellow writer myself, i have trouble finding time and motivation to update my stories and i noticed that you literally update sn/sy chapters in what could be like 7 chapters worth in a short amount of time

so i’m curious what your writing schedule looks like, for instance if you go to school, have a job, other priorities, then how do you balance out everything since i know writing/editing takes a huge chunk of time

and oh my god what motivates you to write ‘cause i try to come back to a chapter to edit and after a paragraph i ditch the app HAHA, anyway thank you luv

- 🍟

the intro pls 😭 yes, i did answer something like this before but i’ve searched through my whole blog and still couldn’t find it, so i guess i’ll just redo.

but before that, i’m just gonna say that sy currently has 25k words with only 2 chapters out and i was actually so shocked when i added the revised chapter to my docs lmao it’s basically half the total wc for wastelands! i think the reason why i can write this much is bc i also have many side stories for sn/sy, so i wanted to capture as much of those backstories as i can.

anyway, here’s what my daily schedule looks like (i’m not proud of this schedule though, very unhealthy and mentally draining). i do have a 9-5 corporate job, but i only go to the office like twice a week, then the rest of my days i work at home.

a day in saint’s life !

weekdays

5:00 AM-7:00 AM — i wake up and spend some time in bed scrolling through tumblr, answering asks, etc

7:00 AM-9:00 AM — i prepare for my day, eat breakfast, check emails, go to work (or start work at home)

9:00 AM-3:00 PM — work, work, work i usually am not online around this time

3:00 PM-5:00 PM — around this time work gets less hectic, i chat with my colleagues, go to a nearby café, walk around, sometimes i go online on tumblr, basically anything to kill time

5:00 PM-7:00 PM — i go home, relax and take a nap, or i usually spend this time catching up on my fav manhwas, watching movies, etc. it’s my personal time

8:00 PM-12:00 AM — i write 2-3k words for my current series, research data, edit

weekends

FULL DAY — self care lol i go shopping, do some errands, go to my appointments if i have one, then for the rest of the evening i either go home to write the fic or meet up with my friends to have a drink

to be honest, i don’t know how i can manage to squeeze a 10-14k word chapter with this schedule but it’s kinda what drained me the hell out for the duration of sn 😭 on the other hand, i just naturally crave writing and i don’t feel fulfilled if i don’t at least get to write like 300 words a day.

how to stay motivated — well, first of all, ask yourself: how willing are you to commit yourself in writing this series? if your answer is something between 60-80% then i’ll be frank and say that you’re not gonna manage finishing this series consistently, if at all. you should have a full 100% when it comes to both ‘dedication and inspiration’ in order to have that motivation to update regularly. because otherwise, having little motivation will make writing feel like a job and it’s eventually gonna make you lose interest in accomplishing a chapter or two.

find all the right inspos that make you wanna write — watch movies related to ur series, read stories related to ur series, listen to a playlist that remind you of ur series (ie. reading tre was half the reason why i’d been so inspired to finish sn). find what brings that spark of inspiration in you. maybe read ur old chapters and get inspired to do better than the last. also, just wanna share that a writing habit of mine is to take a nap before i actually start writing. i don’t write without enough rest, bc once i do wake up from a nap and then i open my laptop, that’s when i feel the most inspired to write. my brain’s usually full of ideas after a good nap (kinda like recharging 😹) i’m sorry if my advice won’t work on you, but this is basically how i find the motivation to write + dealing with a hectic schedule :)

wish u the best, my love! you can do this. don’t give up on writing but don’t force yourself either. if you really don’t feel motivated, then that’s okay. take enough time gathering your energy into something else first, then try coming back a few hours or even a day later and see if you feel like writing again. the quality of ur writing will be affected if you force yourself. so instead, take the time to have that momentum back by indulging urself on various forms of media. we all work in different ways so don’t feel pressured to have the same work ethic as another writer <3

#saint ♱ asks #saint’s schedule #saint ♱ writes

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retroellie · 4 years ago

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Ellie Williams NSFW alphabet

Summary: Alphabet NSFW with Ellie Williams

A/N: This is not my original idea, so credit for who ever made the NSFW Alphabet lol. I know this has already been done with her but i wanted to do one myself, i also got some inspo from the one that was already done for her so enjoy<3

Warnings: NSFW, sex toys, mentions of mommy kink, knife play and talks about blood/periods

Word count: 2K

A= Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She’s a big softie after. Afterwards when y’all are out of breath and all sweaty, She will pull up into her arms and give you soft kisses, telling you how good you were. She will always ask if you're okay, it doesn't matter the pace she will just check in.

She doesn’t mind being dirty after, she will just lay there all sweaty with you until you both pass out. But if you really want to get cleaned up she will get a bath ready for the two of you. She will always take care of you after and do whatever you need, just say it and she will do it.

B= Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favorite part of her body is her arms, especially the one with the tattoo. She knows you find it so hot but she feels so bad ass with it. It also reminds her of Joel so that’s a plus.

Her favorite part of your body is your thighs and belly. She loves how soft they are. Big, small, flat or round she loves them. She likes running her hands down your thigh just to see you blush and she loves kissing down your belly.

C= Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

She likes to make you cum with her fingers, it gives her a high when she knows she did all of that with just her fingers. She has the most angelic orgasm face ever, like you love seeing it. She gets all embarrassed about it cause you're just staring at her like she’s an angel so she tries to cover it up. Your main goal every time is to pleasure her to the point she has no choice but to make that same face.

D= Dirty Secret

She likes blood, she obviously doesn’t want to hurt you but when you're all bloodied up from assignments she can’t handle it. She likes period sex too, like if you on your period or she is on hers. She gets really horny on her period so she’s always on top of you when she’s on it. She doesn’t expect you to agree to period sex but when you do she doesn’t hold back.

E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s not very experienced, she had some past lovers but you were the first one she went all the way with. It takes her a few times to know what she’s doing, she was nervous the first time but now she’s very dominant and knows what to do and how to do it.

F= Favorite Position

She loves bending you over a flat surface and sticking her hand down the front of your pants. She will even snake her hand up your shirt, grabbing at your boobs. She just loves watching you come undone like that, it makes it easier for when your legs shake and you can’t stand. But any position where you're comfortable and feeling the best she can make you is good enough for her.

G= Goofy (Are they serious in the moment or are they humorous?)

She’s so goofy in bed and any other time, she’s serious about getting you off of course but she will pop a few jokes here and there. She’ll joke around about you being needy or the toys you guys decide to use, she’s just a big goofball. When she’s in her dom mode she will be more serious, not making many jokes and focusing on pleasing you.

H= Hair (How groomed are they down there?)

She honestly does not care, like there's bigger things to worry about. She doesn’t expect you to do so either, like she genuinely doesn’t care.

I= Intimacy

She’s not big on romance but she loves intimacy. She always wants to be close to you and she will caress your body no matter the pace. She will hold your hand while her other hand is between your thighs or brush your hair back while you're riding her thigh.

J=Jack off (Masturbation headcannon)

She masturbates when you can’t be there but you’re her go to when she needs to get off. She can’t get herself off like you do so when she’s horny she will walk over to your house or drag you over to hers just so yall can smash. She definitely thinks of you when she masturbates like she can’t get off if she doesn’t.

K= Kinks

She has a mommy kink, like she likes when you call her mommy especially around the farmhouse era. It’s weird the first time but once you say it she will want you to say it more. She finds some kinda power with you saying that and it’s such a turn on for her.

She likes using knives in bed too, she will never actually cut you (unless you want to be) but just holding it up to your neck while she fucks you. You trust her completely too so that just urges her on more, you know she would never intentionally hurt you so you put your entire trust in her.

L= Location (favorite places to do it)

She likes to do it in her own house but she doesn’t mind doing it in public areas. She wants to make sure you guys won’t actually get caught or even get hurt. She likes to keep it in the walls of Jackson but sometimes it goes outside of it, like in the lookouts or one of the houses y’all just cleared. But that’s only when she gets worked up enough. Again she wants you to be safe so she will always triple check the area beforehand.

M= Motivation (What turns them on?)

Everything you do is a turn on but when you look all cute and needy, it just makes her weak. When you dance around in only her big shirts or when you look all small and cuddly in her bed, you being all innocent just does something to her. You being domestic is also such a turn on, she loves just coming up behind you and kissing your neck, maybe running her hand up your shirt.

N= NO (something they wouldn’t do/ turn offs)

She’s into experimenting but she will not do anything with bodily fluids, like blood she can handle but like other than that she can’t. Spitting, peeing ect. is a big no for her. She doesn’t like degradation either especially when it’s used towards her. She doesn’t mind using degrading names towards you, only if you like it, but making you feel small and putting you down just doesn't feel right to her. She would much rather boost you up instead of putting you down, and honestly she wouldn’t know how to without being too mean about it. You using degrading words towards her like even names effects her self-esteem so you just don’t do it towards her.

O= Oral (Giving or receiving, skill ect.)

She loves to give but receiving is also nice. She loves to lead you when you go down on her, pulling at your hair and making you go deeper and faster. She’s again not very skilled but she has grown to be able to pleasure you and only you. The first couple times she needed you to tell her what to do but now she’s a pro and never fails to make you come undone on her tongue.

P= Pace (Are they fast or rough? Slow and sensual?)

She’s very rough but she’s super slow when during foreplay, she’ll tease you and make you want it before unloading it all on you at once. When she’s mad or jealous she’s only fast and rough, she’ll fuck you roughly for hours. If you are in a mood or just wanting to take it slow she will, she’s not very good at it but she’ll try for you.

Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies)

She loves them, they are very convenient especially when y’all are in a hurry .They are useful when you guys need to get off quickly in public or on assignments, desperately fucking each other before having to go out into the dance again. She would much rather pleasure you on her own time, she loves to draw it out but when she needs you, she needs you.

R= Risk (Are they okay experimenting? Do they take risks?)

She takes risks but to a certain extent. If it is too risky like you could die or get hurt, then no but if it’s something that won’t get you hurt then she’s all for it. She loves the adrenaline of risky things, it adds on to the pleasure. For so long risks were always deadly and could end up with her getting hurt so it’s nice for risks to just be the right amount of risk. She’s all for experimenting in bed too, it keeps her on her toes and it’s exciting

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

3-4 rounds is the most she can do, she would be okay with 1 drawn out round she would actually prefer it. The build up to the climax is her favorite part so one round of just the build up and then the release, it’s heaven. She likes short and fast rounds too, they help her get her frustration out but they're a little bit less pleasurable. She can last a while if she needs to but if you press the right buttons and hit the right places she comes undone fast.

T= Toys (Do they have toys and who do they use them on?)

She definitely has toys. Her hands and mouth are good but she likes to mix it up a bit sometimes. Nothing crazy though, Strap-on, vibrator, even some rope here and there. She’s not the kinkiest person but she loves to pleasure you in any way she can

U= Unfair (How much do they tease?)

She teases you big time. She will run a hand up your thigh when you're talking to Joel or make dirty comments towards you in front of your friends, she’s an asshole and she knows it. It always leads to you dragging her to a private place and desperately trying to get her to touch you, that always leads to more teasing.

V= Volume (How loud are they?)

She can be pretty loud like when you're on top, she can be heard all around town. She’s usually quiet, making soft moans and cursing under her breath here and there. She likes dirty talk, nothing too much though just enough to push you off the edge.

W- Wild Card (Random headcannon)

She sometimes brings home lingerie she found out on assignments, she likes the way your body looks in lace and bows. She will have you model it on for her and just run her fingers over your body, admiring you. If you feel insecure or you feel you don’t look right in it she will tell you how hot you are and follow it up with everything she wants to do with you.

X= X-ray (What’s going on in their pants)

I mean it’s a vagina??? I honestly don’t know what to put here lmao

Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

She’s always horny, when you're ready to go she’s ready. She will constantly be touching you in some kind of way because she always wants to jump on you. Of course if you're not in the mood or you put her down when she tries, she respects that and stops.

Z= ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep after?)

She falls asleep pretty quickly afterwards, after she has got you settled in and cleaned up she will pass out immediately. She puts a lot of energy into pleasing you so after she’s exhausted. If you want to clean up she will help you but she’s completely fine with passing out and not cleaning up.

!Credit to Gif owner!

#Ellie Williams #ellie williams x reader #tlou ellie #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us x reader

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deepdarkdelights · 4 years ago

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Hello love! I’m the one who wrote to you about the potential inspo for a story. Again you can throw it away or use it, it doesn’t matter haha. I just truly enjoy your writing so I thought that if anybody could make something out of nothing, it would be you. Anyways, I was inspired by the picture above. Oh and I was going to send you this anonymously, but then the picture wouldn’t have been saved (and I’m super shy about this lol, seriously I’m blushing).

Story Begins:

The world holds its secrets, and I hold mine. Deception is never formed by intention, it’s mere collateral damage based off promises and dreams of distant futures.

My dreams were based off my family at first. Based off my brother and mother. Based off the memory of my sister.. But that’s all in the past, and now that I’ve awoken from the imagery of delusional hope. I’m left to deal with the cost of my deception.

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“Mr.Kim, I see you’re yet to finish you’re meal. Oh my! You couldn’t even have a bite?!” The petite young woman shrieking at the untouched meal moved forward to retreat the “warm” mushroom soup that was meant to be in the belly of her boss by now.

With a heavy sigh “Mr.Kim” turns around in his chair. Face still in concentration from whatever is in his hands, he reaches toward his cup of coffee (the only thing for consumption that didn’t occupy too much time).

His secretary stood in front of him speechless at his lack of response. Yes Mr. Kim was young for his profession, his grayish blueish strands contrasting from the dark wool of his turtleneck, his glasses modestly framed to his face, and shiny gold watch that clung to his wrist all precedent to what would be considered a young bachelor -but no, instead this demeanor belonged to a top detective in the field of criminal justice.

From what Jisoo, his secretary knew of him, he was a very bright and professional detective. She was aware of his battle with prostitution rings in South Korea, who’s successful case landed him a job in the New York station of private affairs and criminal justice, where he also succeeded in bringing down one of the most influential law firms for the involvement of illegal transactions and drug smuggling. His work on the field had provided him with a private, yet comfortable life. Not long after his station in the New York City department of justice, he and a couple of team members were asked to work for the The General Directorate for Internal Security in France.

“Jisoo, I know we both were born in Korea, but could you please drop the formalities? I’ve known you for 3 years now “, said the heavy voice in the chair.

At this Jisoo felt a pang if guilt for her earlier charade. Mr.Ki-Na..Namjoon’s voice sounded tired. ‘Of course he is’, she thought to herself. He had spent the last 2 years and a half perusing an unamed organization whos’ motive was unclear, but actions centered around the illegal transaction of money.

“Jisoo? Are you even listening?” The young secretary looks up, “Sorry what was that?”

“I guess I’m not the only one who has had a rough day. I asked you.. am i not a nice person?” At this Jisoo meets the eyes of Namjoon without hesitation.

“What?”

“Have I been mean to you in anyway? Have I thrown your sandwiches out or made fun of those ridiculous pens you bring to work?” He asks with his eyebrows comically lifted.

Jisoo, finally understanding where he is getting at responds, “Not until this point you haven’t”.

“See! We even banter for crying out loud! If that doesn’t scream friendship I don’t know what does!” Namjoon is practically out of breath delivering his sermon on how good of a friend he had been throughout the past three years until it gets to the point where Jisoo has listened to it twice.

“Okay, okay! Enough... friend”, it’s not that she dislikes thinking of Namjoon as a friend, but more of the fact that she doesn’t perfer to associate herself in that aspect with any of her coworkers -much less higher ups. Her lack of attachment also has to do with the fact that back home, in the same position she stands today, she had seen a handful of her beloved coworkers in caskets in no less than 5 weeks of knowing them. However, despite all of this, she can’t deny that Namjoon has acted out the role of a bigger brother during her stay in France, especially in the sense of bringing her Korean food from one particular restaurant on the outskirts of the city. Their relationship has always been comfortable and despite his undeniably handsome features, there was no physical attraction between them... it was nice.

“Okay now say it with enthusiasm, as if you actually like me. Come on FRRI- “ all the sudden the phone rings. Jisoo turns to quickly take her exit, but not before she hears a curse from the man who was a second away from singing the friends theme song.

‘Namjoon i really hope you don’t come close to catching these guys’ she silently prays. She knows the consequences of bringing justice, she’s seen the red splatter that the name decorated itself with.

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“Joon this just turned from a fraud to a murder scene. We are not just talking about big investments, but the murder of two prime ministers and the chief of justice in Germany.”

Namjoon looks at his fellow detective and reaches out for the stack of papers near his desktop. “What did Germany say?”

Yoongi, his literal partner in (fighting) crime answers with a simple, “jack shit”. “They don’t believe it’s connected”.

“Then why do we?” Namjoon at this point is at a dead end yet again. This same secret organization has plagued his office walls, desk, and even bed for almost three years. It’s normal for a case such as this one to take time, but when your teammates and you are specifically placed in an international office for one specific case, it gets a bit frustrating.

“Because.. both the German officer and the Prime Minister in Bordeaux had their tounges taken out.”

“What!?” Had this been any other criminal investigation, this piece of information would not have surprised Namjoon. This however was not just any case, for the duration of his stay in France, and the additional years he was not assigned to this area, this was the first similarity between the crimes. Whoever these people were, made sure to not leave a single message, nor fingerprint, nor act of pride that would give them away. It was almost as if these crimes were committed themselves, and the world was forced to accept it for the time being.

OKAY IT IS GARBAAGGÉÉ, but hey if it works as inspo I’m all for it. Oh by the way, the first part is from jungkook’s perspective. When I initially started I thought about there being a mysterious “sister” aka y/n (didn’t plan out how or why she disappeared yet lol), and because I’m a garden hoe for yandere, I thought about making jungkook slowly progress into a ridonculous yandere. As you can see it’s a bit all over the place. But anyways, I freaking love your writing and throw this away or change it up or use it as it is, it’s all yours.

Ps. Love ya

Hello my lovely!

First off, I am so proud of you for being brave and sending this off of anon! I know how vulnerable that can be, so thank you really for feeling comfortable enough to do so!

Secondly, omfg you have skill! Like I was getting into it and I legit screeched when I realized there wasn't more to read! You did so well sweetie!

Moving on, I really enjoyed this, I don't think you realize just how much skill and potential you have as a writer. I want to read more please!

I do really like this as a concept, although I am coming off of an investigator Joon fic so I think I would need to take a break from that theme lol.

I would like to talk about this more if you're up to it, I think you should pursue this idea because it has great foundations. Let's talk more please you little genius you!

P.S. (ILY TOO 💜💜💜)

#asks #send me asks #inspo #really this was so good #you are a talented writer that I want to see more from #please and thank you #lets talk more!

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nct-lian · 3 years ago

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hi everyone !! i’ve been really lacking in motivation recently and i can’t seem to find the inspo that i used to have. i don’t wanna say that i’m going on another hiatus already, having just come off of one, but this blog will be temporarily closed until i figure out what i actually wanna do with it. i love lian with all my heart, and this is the last thing i wanna do, but at this point it’s the only thing i can do. i just wanted to let all of you know beforehand so you don’t think i’m dead or anything; i’m not!

let’s just call this a,, writer’s block fiasco lol. i’m really sorry for holding things back all the time, and when i come back i’m hoping to write more often so you guys aren’t constantly being left in the dust while i fight my own internal battles. you’re all free to leave suggestions in my inbox, but i won’t be answering them until i’m ready to come back.

i love each and every one of you and i’m so happy i was able to be apart of such a loving community of people, nevermind the endless support that lian, an oc that i made on a whim two years ago, has gotten these past months. your support is what’s gotten me through so many spirals, and i can’t thank you enough.

this message is getting so sappy- i promise i’m not leaving for good, i just think that both me and lian need a little bit of a break. we love you all and we’ll be back soon.

sincerely,

layla and lian.

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imagining-in-the-margins · 4 years ago

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Rejected Requests Part 6

Hello everyone! I am unfortunately back with another set of Rejected Requests (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8).

I understand this is very disappointing for many of you (especially those that have been waiting for a long time). I promise it has nothing to you, and mostly it’s just because my brain has decided it doesn’t want to cooperate.

I will post the rejected fics below the cut. I want to give you the opportunity to ask another Author (check the list of Authors currently seeking requests here!)

Here is the list for anyone who might want to pursue the request with someone else, or for any writers that are looking for inspiration.

If you do write one of these, PLEASE comment here so the original Anon might be able to find it!

Unfortunately, I don’t think I want to write any more sick fics than I already have planned with my chronically ill reader. As someone who spends a great deal of her life being sick, I don’t like thinking about it or writing about it. Just want to stick to writing being an escape, ya know? That being said, @andiebeaword said she might be interested in combining this with her period fic!

Anyone else is also welcome to take sick fic inspo from this request 🥰

I tried to think of a few ideas for this (shock, allergy, appendicitis), but I couldn’t get into any of them. I also wouldn’t trust a PhD who wasn’t an MD, but that’s just me! Sick fics aren’t my favorite (as stated above), so I think someone else would do this better.

So, I really wanted to write this, but I don’t think I’ll be able to do it well. As I’m cis, I don’t want to write a fic that is exclusively about an identity I don’t have. That being said, this is a super cute idea, and both @reidgraygubler and @cloudy-reid have expressed an interest in writing it. I think more people should write explicitly nonbinary reader, too, so I encourage anyone reading this to also take a stab at it!

As much as I love normalizing Cluster B disorders, I don’t think I could write an ASPD fic. This is a super compelling idea, though, and I hope someone takes it just so I can read it!

Hello friend! I actually already have a fic based heavily around that scene - it’s called “Repentance”! It’s a hurt/comfort fic.

I’m honestly always shocked when people like this piece. I don’t even upload it to other platforms because I hate it so much, lol! Thank you for an interest in it, and sorry I probably won’t ever look at it again if I can avoid it 😅

Unfortunately my knowledge of the FBI makes my brain completely unable to process this idea, even if I wanted to. For example, no visible tattoos or piercings. I’m also not sure you would like my characterization of Reid based on what you’ve read in the past.

But if anyone is better at this than me, please feel free to take the request! I know Alt Reader and Soft Dom Reid is in high demand.

This one has been in my inbox for so long, and I really almost wrote it for awhile. But all of the ideas I wanted to write would have taken 10k+ words, and I just don’t see myself motivated enough to write that much. That being said, it’s a WONDERFUL request that I’m sure someone else could easily take.

My closest planned fic that will match this song is “Relief in Regrets,” which is about Spencer hooking up with an ex-girlfriend.

That’s it for now, folks! If you’ve read this far… Thank you! Sorry for all of you that I denied, but I hope that this clears you to ask some of the other authors here!

Thank you for your support. I appreciate all of you more than I can explain!

#rejected #rejected requests #spencer reid request

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gophergal · 3 years ago

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ASK ABOUT YOUR FIC?! I CAN DO THAT! SO! I am so fucking curious about your Myers fic and Jane. What was your inspo for starting the fic? Is there anything you do to get in the right headspace or vibe for writing it? I am very curious about Jane and anything else you wanna tell that you haven't yet would be so cool. I am also wondering what you like in particular about them being together, I know that we haven't gotten there in the fic but anything you are willing to share now!

HDBGCISVXYN HEY THANKS BEX

Wow, where to start!

(that's your warning that the post got away from me a bit)

Well, for one, this is actually the second iteration of the same basic fic from nearly two years ago! I've probably mentioned that before. The old one is from 2019, and can still be found on my AO3, though it's not as good. I've had a lot of improvement since I wrote it. I'm actually almost caught up to the old one plot wise while also nearly surpassing it in word count. Which is fucking hilarious to me

I started the original almost immediately after I joined the fandom in August 2019. I realized that my interpretation of Michael is a bit in the middle of the two major fanon Michaels.

At the time, I saw most people would do

A.) Cute Bishounen Michael Did Nothing Wrong UwU

B.) This Man Sucks, He's Absolutely Evil, And He Will Stab You After You Fuck

Which are both valid! Both fun!

But neither really fit what I was looking for. My interpretation revolves around exploring Michael's abuse by Dr Loomis and his actual motivation for killing Judith because those don't seem to be explored very often. Which, also valid!

(Sometimes you just want to see him as a big murder hunk and that's cool)

Which means I kinda have to go on a tangent about my tinhat idea of what goes on in Michael's thick skull

I always thought that his first murder was very much the action of a young child experiencing jealousy (Judith hadn't been spending time with him anymore) and expressing it in a very extreme way. He didn't understand how badly he'd hurt his sister, only that he wanted to make her hurt too. That's admittedly a lot of projection on my part, but stay with me.

I don't think he ever got a chance to work through his feelings of jealousy or the sudden loss of his sister. Sure, Loomis "helped", but it's more or less confirmed that he saw a young boy suffering from mental illness, and become obsessed. There's a part in the novelization where Loomis confirms that he was obsessed when he first saw Michael and heard of the case. And then he called the boy evil.

Loomis said that he tried to help for years, but considering how other staff react to him and how he treats Michael, we can tell that his heavy sedation of a man he's meant to be treating is not a new development. Besides, mental health care in the 1960's-70's was... not great to put it lightly.

So I wanted to write a story which explored that through the lens of romance. I wanted someone to knock a hole through his walls and find the scared child inside, then I wanted her to spiral into a deeply unhealthy and fucked up relationship with him.

Jean's not exactly the peak of mental health herself. She's also got a bit of my experience in her (wow how shocking), and struggles with building relationships, asking for help, and making decisions overall. She's a bit of a shell of who she could be. And she's clingy. She's lost many people in her life and that causes her to latch on to any semblance of normalcy.

I believe I mentioned on my Gophercast that she was the result of a teen pregnancy and her father dipped out on her mom. Her Grandpa, however, was very supportive and helped raise her while her mom went to college. Her mom passed away from a sudden illness when Jean was a young teen and her grandpa continued to raise her after that. At the start of the story, it's been about three ish years since he passed away.

She projects onto Michael, aware of the danger of him, but unable to tear herself away. He's whatever she wants him to be. A blank slate. When that doesn't work for her, she gets angry, which puts her in danger.

I think Michael has two reasons for keeping her alive: she's useful, and she's new. He's not really interacted with someone like her before, but then again, he's never really had the chance to interact with anyone.

But that's enough of that lol. That pretty much explains why I like Jean and Michael together anyway. It's more of a thought exercise lol.

To get in the headspace to write this, I read the last chapter I published of it, then listen to a playlist I've made. I won't drop the whole thing, but most of the songs on it are obsessive and dark. I really enjoy songs sung from the pov of a stalker for this. I might list a few songs later if anyone's interested

Other than that, I just put some long winded and boring video/podcast on in the background and start writing. I might sample other folks' fanfic while taking a break, but I try not to steal their ideas

Anywho, I think I'll end that here for now since this is so wordy lol. I'll def talk about it more if anyone wants to know about anything else!

#gopher rambles #I'm not lonely

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worldwidemochiguy · 5 years ago

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high by the beach (yandere! Namjoon)

@yn-dere (great url btw) requested:

High by the beach by lana del rey, namtiddies ( thi hoochie here could really use some inspo by amazing writers 😅✊🏼)

helloooo, sorry for taking like a billion years to do this lol but here u go, I just kind of wrote like a thousand words of an existential crisis, hope u enjoy!! and if u wanna read more then here is my masterlist :)

now playing: High By The Beach by Lana Del Rey

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The weather is nice today. That was the thought that had been echoing through your mind whenever you attempted to rouse yourself from the numbness that surrounded you these days. An effort to be more alert simply resulted in you noticing the same things, trying to encourage your mind to leap into the analytical musings and dialogue that used to fill your head. The way you used to think before you met him.

You once saw Namjoon as a blessing. Indeed, it was like he descended from Heaven as the direct answer to all your prayers. You were struggling in college, both financially and emotionally, but the thought of dropping out terrified you because you had no safety net, and if you didn’t get a degree you would never get the chance to better yourself or secure a steady job. And in came Namjoon. Your vulnerability was a drop of blood in the ocean, and Namjoon was the shark that hunted you down.

You met him when he came in as a guest lecturer for your business class. Straight away, you were stuck by how confident he seemed, effortlessly commanding in a way you had never been able to, capturing the attention of the entire class with just a few, well-placed words. And of course, his looks only accentuated his natural charisma. Many of your classmates had tried to get his attention, but for some reason, he fixated on you. Nobody, worthless, introverted you. Looking back, you realise your vulnerability was exactly what he wanted. Namjoon wanted to mould you into the perfect doll for him to play with, and now you couldn’t truly bring yourself to care about any of it. All you could do was wait for him to discard you.

After around a month of ‘dating’, something happened to you. You came back to your dorm to find your purse, as well as many other valuables, gone without a trace. You knew you had no way of supporting yourself without any money, and the only person you could turn to… was Namjoon. He had pressured you to move in with him so that he could ‘take care of you’. His apartment was so far away from campus that commuting there took over an hour, and after Namjoon’s insistence that “It’s too much for you, darling. You just can’t handle it, but that’s ok, because I can take care of everything for you.” You dropped out of college.

Since then, you had gotten used to a new routine; waking up to Namjoon’s absence. He had to get up early for work, but he always left a small breakfast for you, accompanied by a note. You used to think the short messages were cute and romantic, but now they were just another baseless gesture to keep you satisfied, so you didn’t bother reading any of them. It didn’t matter, he never told you anything anyway.

Your days consisted of wandering around Namjoon’s luxury apartment, waiting for him to come back. Often, you would just zone out for hours, only checking back into reality once the door opened and Namjoon came to greet you. Obviously, he had noticed you starting to dissociate for large lengths of time, and declared that both of you needed a holiday. As if the cure for a lack of motivation and individual identity was a beach vacation.

Namjoon had flown the both of you to his private beach resort in Miami, but oddly, nothing much had changed. Namjoon still spent most of his days on his laptop or his phone. All that changed for you was that you had a larger ground to roam.

You came back to yourself after sinking into your memories. You had been trying to be more present in yourself, but you guess reminiscing was a better alternative to sitting mindlessly with no thoughts in your head. You wonder if Namjoon would agree, or if he would rather you have no agency at all. If that was what he wanted, he must be satisfied now.

You heard the sand shifting into crevices as someone neared, and sure enough, Namjoon was soon reclining beside you.

“How are you feeling today, darling?” He drawled, and you were surprised his voice wasn’t hoarse considering all the shouting he did down the phone.

“I’m feeling good.” You weren’t feeling anything.

“I’m glad. I only ever want you to feel good, princess. You have no worries now, right?”

“Of course not.” His self-assured tone would’ve made you want to contradict him and inform him that his controlling and smothering nature was the very thing that should be causing you distress, but you were just too numb to it by now.

In the distance, gulls cawed and squawked and fought over fish. The noises blurred and distorted like white noise as your eyes slipped shut. You felt like you could just forget everything, everything about your troubled past and the freedoms you had lost and the problems with your life now and just. Lie there. Namjoon’s fingers had found their way into your hair and were now massaging it, he was behind you, supporting your reclining back against his chest. You absently wondered when he had rearranged the two of you but didn’t linger on it — he had probably moved your limbs himself without asking. He tended to use your body a lot like that.

“Darling,” Namjoon’s warm breath brushed the shell of your ear and you sighed slightly, muscles loosening even more. “You know I love you more than anything, right? I’ll never let you want for anything, you have everything you need with me.”

He was right. There was nothing you could need that he couldn’t provide, every urge was satisfied completely but that only cheapened the sensation and caused the yearning for human interaction grow stronger. It was easier for you to slip into complacency than it would be to realise the gaping abyss of loneliness within you. Namjoon helped you forget all of that emptiness. He even helped you forget that he was the cause of that emptiness.

“I love you.” He told you, and the words layered themselves over a billion other versions of the same declaration in your mind, overlapping until the noise became too loud to bear, and screamed itself into silence. His hands tightened slightly when you took too long to reply, your thoughts crashing over you like waves.

“I love you too, Namjoon.” The words tasted stale in your mouth.

Namjoon hummed in satisfaction, leaning back to look at the view of the sunset over the golden horizon. The spilled yolk of the sun was too harsh to bear, and you let your eyes instead rest on the ripples of waves in the distance. The tide rolled back and forth, eroding the sand again and again, like it would carry on forever. Encased in Namjoon’s arms, you watched as the years passed by in a second, and you wouldn’t even notice the change because they were all the same. Lying there, you saw your life played out, repeating over and over until you finally start sinking into the sand.

send me a song and a member and I'll listen to it and write a oneshot

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts fic #namjoon #rm #bts namjoon #bts rm #yandere #yandere bts #yandere namjoon #kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #bts self insert #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts x reader #high by the beach is such a good song ughhh

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