#outer banks x zombie apocalypse

[love-at-first-sight-23]

I have a head canon that the Pogues would 100% be that one group of teenagers to find themselves having to survive in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Like, JJ would be that hot-headed reckless guy (as always) who’s shooting down zombies left and right. Kiara would be the leader shouting orders to the others during an attack and keeping things organized. (Sorry JB, but you’re not quite competent for the job.) Pope would be the smart one who’s scared to hell but still somehow manages to devise a brilliant plan to escape and shit. Cleo would join early on and be using her knives. John B would be running away half the time, and helping out half the time. And Sarah… she does her best to contribute, even though she has to have her skin saved by John B more than once. She also might be the one patching up any wounds.

Moodboard for this AU:

[cute-sucker]

note: im begging for requests for this au!!! i'm sobbing, idk what character it is <3

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jonbee taking care of you during an apocalypse and you're in near tears begging him to kiss you. it happens all the time, the casual way that he's dominant over you. if it's the way that he's so much taller, the way his rough hands feel on yours. he always drops a kiss on your forehead before serving you french toast.

you love the normality of it all. the way he's humming the song on the radio, and you're bobbing your head to it. ivy is growing in the trailer park, and the shorts you have on have dirt smudges all over it when the two of you were running.

yet john b is giving you everything he can to serve you a normal lifestyle. he's trying everything to make you feel better, tucking back your hair, and coaxing you to eat. he's even found an old apron that has, 'kiss the chef,' on it, and suddenly your tearing up, holding up your brittle knife and fork.

hot tears drip down your face, as you sniffle quietly nudging at the food on your plate. almost immediately john b turns around, eyes full of concern.

"hey? hey, what's wrong?" he murmers, dropping down to your level. his hat is on backwards, and you fight the urge to turn it the other way. "don't cry pup," he cooes, grazing your wet cheeks, and you fight the urge of jumping into his arms, or asking to sit on his lap. after all, the two of you are platonic anyways. that's clear to tell.

you choke on your sob, "iono, just feel this pressure on my chest. i really need to be close to someone." even as you say this, your eyes are wide ready to be rejected, but john be is always there for you, as his hands snake up your sides, and sits you down on his lap.

"alright now. let's eat something now. maybe that'll make the ache go away."

you nodd at his soft words. he's right, he's always right. the two of you could barley find normal food now, always preservatives, or food that makes you hurt. you like it when he embraces you like this, his big arms around your waist, as you feel like a kid swinging your legs. and yet here you are crying the one day that there is good food.

suddenly you feel worse. the world is ending, and you'll be dead soon, and john be will never be with you, and you will have never kissed anyone. you'll never be a librarian in a niche town with a husband who would kiss you off your feet. no, you will have never kissed someone! what a tragedy to love someone so deeply yet never touch their soothing lips. maybe john b's lips on yours would fix everything.

you feel so stupid.

finally, john b puts the fork down, warm breath on your neck, and he sets you off his lap to look you in the eye.

"i need you to tell me what's wrong, and so i can fix it." he whispers to you, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. you shake your head, feeling the pounding feeling in your chest, as if you were going to vomit but your stomach was empty.

john b sighs, his voice firm now, "this won't go away. show me where it hurts. do you feel sick?" he murmurs to you, giving you his hand to guide, and you tentivally take it to place it on your heart.

"here," you croak, "it hurts here."

he looks surprised, yet his eyes are warm as he speaks in his soothing tone, his words practically melting in your mouth, "why does it hurt pup?"

"i need you to kiss me," you blurt out, and let go of his hand, "so it can stop."

he tilts his head almost amused, "yea? you need me to kiss you, so your heart can stop hurting."

you hate the way he's teasing you, a soft lint in his tone, his large hands still settling on you as he talks to you. he's so gentle with you it burns your skin, it burns everything inside of you.

"i can't take it. i can't take the fact that i've never kissed someone," and then you pause, your voice a whimper, "i can't take it that i haven't kissed you jonbee-"

and then without a doubt, he looks at you again, his eyes so feverious, so full of emotion, burning with the exact same fire that you feel your body ablaze with.

just like that john b cups your jaw, and kisses you so sweetly you see stars.

[celestiawritess]

Trust

Synopsis ✧ It’s the end of the world. Or better yet, it has been for the past three years. You’ve survived perfectly fine on your own, moving from place to place without much trouble. Until you meet a man who’s got an issue with sharing and an ego bigger than the sun- who happens to be travelling to the same place as you.

Warnings ✧ Rafe Cameron’s ego, lots of death, zombies, gore, violence, mentions of SA, protective Rafe, slow burn, eventual smut.

Word count ✧ 4.3k

Next chapter ➜

When the world had ended, you’d had thought that the brutality of it was awful. People who once looked at others as friends, family, acquaintances- turned on one another, unable to trust. As much of the population succumbed to an illness that the governments claimed was under control- the rest of the world focused on survival.

Eventually the governments fell silent, unable to control what they claimed they could- and the world fell with them. Until the dead began walking again.

You’d been locked in your family’s home, sat on the sofa with your sister and mother, both of them crying and in complete fear as to what to do next- your father in the other room with the illness that had claimed many. That was a day you’d never forget, as the tv began to play safety alerts for those who were still alive- and your father stumbled out of the bedroom.

Except it wasn’t your father. It was what was left of his body, but it was not your father. It was not your father when he ripped into the side of your mother’s throat, her blood spraying over her cream sofa that she loved to keep clean. It was not your father when your mother’s body slumped to the floor, your sister clambering ontop of her, screaming at your father. It was not your father- eyes wide, hands gripping the edge of the sofa as the thing reached for your sister too- and she tried to fight. It was not your father when you finally snapped out of it and reached the stairs, pounding up into your room and shutting the door.

They weren’t your family as you cried softy to yourself in your room, a soft groan and pounding against your door which kept you situated for days.

They were not your family as you climbed out of the window of your bedroom, too afraid to face what they had become.

You sigh, shaking the thoughts from your brain as you listen to the birds chirping through the night. The pistol that you’ve learned to use weighs heavy on your thigh, can of cold beans doing no justice to your empty stomach. The rooftop that you’re perched on gives you a perfect view of the walkers down below, snarling and stumbling after the nice and rats scrambling about the city below.

You wonder to yourself how you’ve made it into this situation, stuck. You hated that word, hated admitting defeat. It’s not like you could rely on anyone else to save you- phone a friend if you must. There is no one else. As far as you know. The last group of people you’d met- you’d been a naive, scared young woman and they’d given you the opportunity to change that.

That was a while ago now. The apocalypse had been here for three years, and any promises of this being over seemed less and less likely. You’d stopped believing in a cure when walkers tore your first group apart. You’d not bothered with people since then.

You’d seen the awful, inhumane ways people had resorted to. It made you feel sick, people turning on other people- fighting, killing, for space, and resources.

You’d have no part in it. You moved silently, in the shadows, keeping to yourself until you got to where you wanted to. You had a plan, one that you were sure would work. You open your bag, which is laid against the wall next to you, grabbing your notebook.

Inside it’s got your map, of which you’ve been loosely tracking where you’d traveled, a big star marking where you’re trying to get to. The outbreak had begun in Florida, almost immediately wiping the population out there and not giving those who were still alive time to get out before the dead began walking again. You were hoping to avoid Florida.

Any of the other states that bordered on the ocean would do you fine. So far, you’d travelled from Wisconsin down to Illinois, on the border of Kentucky. At this rate, you’d hoped to aim for North Carolina, or south- each of the states known for extensive sea access and boats. You’d take one and sail off onto the water, where you’d never have to worry about walkers again. Or people, rarely.

You sigh, drawing the line from where you were yesterday to where you are today. You’d come across a hoard of walkers just before sunset, and not having the arsenal to take it on- nor being stupid enough to try, you’d had to divert.

You finish your can of beans, placing it and the spoon on the wall and looking back down at the city. The walkers like to come out more at night time, you’ve found. It’s a long while until sunrise, the winter months making the nights longer and the days shorter. Nature was against you.

Somewhere in the distance of the city, gunshots ring out. They’re far enough away for you not to worry for now, but close enough to put you off from sleep. Your eyes strain to look as far down the street as possible and you’re sure you see something weaving in between the hoards of zombies- almost looking like a human.

There’s no way someone would survive that, though. It’s a death wish. You reach down for your rifle, leaning down on two knees to get the scope set up on the wall and look where you think you’ve just seen someone.

It’s mostly walkers. There’s a few gaps where they aren’t but for the most part they take up the entire width of the street, making it impossible for anyone to get through without being torn to shreds.

Until you see it again. It’s a flash, a whip which makes you readjust your scope on the wall, scraping your fingers against the rough brick as you try to find whatever is flashing inbetween the groups of walkers. Could it be the same person who fired off the gunshots?

You’re not sticking around to find out. You scoff, leaning your rifle against the wall and you roll up your sleeping bag in no time, attaching it to the clasps at the bottom of your bag. You reach up for your spoon, knocking the can of beans off the wall and listening as it clambers to the floor of the alleyway down below. The snarls tell you that the walkers are alert now.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you curse, shoving your spoon in the side pocket and reaching for the strap, slinging it over your shoulder. You reach for your handgun, shoving it in the waistband of your pants and then your rifle, slinging it over your shoulder before rushing over to the wall at the other side of the building.

It’s a good eight stories to the floor below, yet you think someone must have lived here before, on this rooftop, because the fire escape had been blocked off, a plank of wood stretching across the gap to the next building. Your ears strain as you can hear someone trying the rooftop door, small growls slipping out of the gap. The lock was busted, but that didn’t stop you from propping an old wooden pallet in front of the door for occasions exactly like this. You’d watched, observed the walkers. They retained some of their skills from their past life, you thought- like being able to open door handles, or listen out for noises and eventually figure out where the noise had come from.

You click your tongue, head tilting to the side as you hop up onto the wall, wood already creaking beneath your feet. The growls intensify behind the door and you’re sure you hear the scraping of the wooden pallet, deciding it’s now or never to cross the wooden bridge.

You’re halfway across the two buildings when the pallet gives way, shuffling feet sounding out on the rooftop as you hop down the wall on the other side of the wood. You spin, seeing at least ten walkers all following each other on the rooftop as they try to sniff you out. You push the wooden bridge, letting it fall of the wall and slip in between the two buildings and clatter to the floor below.

The walkers turn and growl as the slump towards you, stopping at the obvious gap between them and their next meal. You roll your eyes. Maybe they’re not as smart afterall.

By the time the sun rises, you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, the city behind you now. It was in your best interest to not stay there anymore- cities are never a good idea anyway. The main road that you’ve been walking along to get out of the city is littered with walkers, but not too many to the point that you can’t deal.

You decide to find somewhere to sleep, somewhere quieter along the back roads that will keep you a bit safer. You couldn’t travel much today without the promise of sleep. Along the road, to the left, there’s a little diner that looks fairly looted. It’s to be expected, so close to the city.

Still, you decide to take a look, on the off chance that some looters are picky and have left you some bits. The door sways slightly in the breeze- or what’s left of it, metal bent and shards of glass all over the step. The glass crunches under your boots as you slide through the gap in the door, hand gripping your pistol in your waistband.

The inside of the diner is exactly how you expect it to look. Everything is all over the place, tables turned and windows smashed. The glass still crunches underneath your feet, remnants of salt shakers and ketchup bottles kicked to the side as you make your way around the counter.

There’s a picture on the wall that catches your eye, surprisingly untouched despite the rest of the wreckage in the little establishment. It’s a picture of an old woman and man smiling together outside what looks to be the diner- freshly opened. Back when the world was normal.

Moving past it, you swing round the corner into the kitchen, all the cupboards and fridges swung open, any signs of food here long gone. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose when you hear a noise. Crunching glass.

Someone, or something was in here with you. Your hand immediately snaps back to the gun in your waistband.

“Wouldn’t grab that gun if I were you,” the voice is rough, like it’s the first words they’ve spoken in months. Slowly, you raise your left hand, right tightening on your gun as you think of an action plan.

There’s a door in the back left corner, an island of counters blocking you. It’s not worth the risk, you think- you’ve not seen the person, and you don’t know if they’ve got a gun pointed at the back of your head right now or not.

“Put the other hand up too, now,” your teeth latch onto the inside of your cheek, contemplating the back door escape. “Are you deaf? Now, or I blow your brains out,”

Your fingers unfurl from around the gun, raising your hand slowly. You feel as they begin tugging your rifle away from your shoulder- and you spin. Your elbow flies to their gun, knocking it out of their hand as it clatters to the floor and skids under one of the fridges. Immediately, you reach for your own gun, aiming it at the person.

You’re sure he can see the look of pure disgust on your face. His hands are now the ones raised, covered in blood. To be precise, his entire outfit was covered in blood. Dirty, shiny black blood.

“You’re infected?” You surprise yourself with your own voice. Your grip tightens around your gun as you take a few steps back, gaze never faltering. He shakes his head, pretty quickly, matted hair following in clumps.

You wave your gun down his attire, eyebrow raised. “Got caught in a hoard in the city back there. Had to cover myself to get out,”

The sentence clicks in your head and you remember the night before on the rooftop when you saw something zapping through the hoards. It must have been this guy.

You laugh, breathily, still keeping the gun raised. “Makes sense, I saw you.”

He smirks, dropping his hands to his sides. “Gotta do whatever to survive,” you can practically smell the ego from here, even over the pounds of walker blood.

You scoff. “That include threatening to blow my brains out?”

He clicks his tongue, shuffling his bag on his shoulder. “You were about to find my stash. Friend or foe, it’s mine.” You glance around the picked clean kitchen, noticing finally a piece of drywall that was slightly pulled to the side.

“Well, foe, I’m good. I’ll go find stuff elsewhere.” You move backwards, keeping your gun up, towards the back door. He shuffles forward, but you wave your gun.

“Stay put until I’m gone. Don’t want anymore trouble.”

He nods, and you can tell he wants to say something else but holds his breath as you reach for the door handle. It’s stuck, probably from not being used for so long.

“Why don’t we stick together? Some pretty cool moves you’ve got there,” he says, gesturing to his gun that’s still on the floor. You shake your head, finally unsticking the door handle and swinging the door open. Despite being winter, the Illinois sun beats down on you almost immediately.

“I’m good. I like being on my own.” You don’t let him say anything else as you jump down the back step, slamming the door behind you.

You shove your gun back into the waistband of your pants as you circle wide enough around the building to join back onto that road. Of your map was right, following this road today would take you past some fields and into a smaller town. Smaller meant less, but also meant less chance of being completely picked clean.

It’s quiet, sun high in the sky already- midday. You didn’t have long left until the sun would disappear, and you’d need to find somewhere to hold up again. You can feel the exhaustion seeping through your bones, and your feet ache from the broken soles of your boots. Still, they’d not let you down yet- you couldn’t find the heart to part ways with them until they were truly gone.

It was one of your bad habits. You reach down into your thigh garter, pulling your knife out as a walker snarls and stumbles towards you. It tumbles over its own feet, falling onto you. You lodge your knife into its head, pulling the knife back and pushing the zombie to the floor.

There’s a little house to your left, seemingly picturesque and untouched. It’s in the middle of the fields, and when you glance over your shoulder, the city is like a mirage in the distance. If things would have been normal, this house would have been ideal. Close to the city but far enough away to keep from the city life.

Although the sun is lowering quicker than you would have liked, you decide not to stop. Ideally, you’d like to put as much distance between you and the guy from the diner, presuming he was following you.

Your feet are killing by the time you reach the first part of the small town. There’s a few walkers littered around but nothing to make a fuss over yet, all easily avoidable. You pick the first store you see, an old hairdressers, which looks fairly safe and secure. No smashed windows, boards covering them so no one can see inside. If it had roof access, even better.

The door groans loudly as you open it, under the pressure of being secured shut for so long. The stars are on your side, however, as a glance over your shoulder shows that none of the walkers on the street heard it. Inside is exactly how you expected it to look- dusty.

Everything is pretty intact, aside from the cash register picked clean. It makes you scoff, wondering what the person who took the money is doing now. Money had no means anymore. Not to you at least.

There’s a door at the back of the small salon which you push open, to be met with the tiny fenced in bin yard. There’s a rickety wooden chair placed in one corner, next to a ladder which leads up to the roof of the one story building. The ladder creaks under the weight of you climbing, obviously close to breaking.

You swing one leg over the edge of the roof, seeing an old sleeping bag crumpled up in one corner, remnants of a fire nearby. It’s obvious someone’s not been here for a while, and you ponder what could have happened. It doesn’t stop you from stopping your bag to the floor, groaning as your shoulders free from the extra weight.

You can see the rest of the small town from here, mostly little businesses that you’ve never heard of before and something that you’d hoped for- a mostly intact supermarket. Only the doors looked like they were smashed, the windows also boarded up.

Taking a seat next your bag, you pull out your notebook and mark off your journey from today. The sleepiness seeps through you as you’ve finally stopped moving, reaching to unclip your sleeping bag and roll it out on the roof top.

As you lie down, looking up at the stars, you think about how much you’d kill for a massage right now.

When you wake, it’s dark. There’s etchings of light creeping up on the horizon, which makes you confident that it’s morning. There’s little to no moaning out on the street below, and a look confirms that most of the walkers from yesterday have wandered away somewhere else.

You make quick work of rolling your sleeping bag back up, clipping it into place before gathering your bag and slinging it over your shoulders, along with your rifle. There’s a renewed sense of energy around you as you slide down the ladder, pushing open the bin yard gate and walking down the side of the building to join back into the Main Street.

Most of the buildings along the way to the supermarket hold little to no value to you. They’re full of little trinkets or other items that are practically useless nowadays. The supermarket is littered with walkers, of which all crowd through the smashed doors when you tap the glass. They fall over each other, making it easier for you to pick them off.

Once you’re inside, you’re not so surprised to see almost everything is gone. There’s a putrid smell, and you’re not sure if it’s the brown mush of the refrigerated products left or the pile of corpses in the corner, burned to a crisp. The black soot travels up the wall and onto the ceiling, the tiles crumbling and hanging towards the floor.

There’s a few tinned goods left dotted around, and it makes you wonder if people had been picky when scavenging. It wasn’t really a luxury to pick and choose what you are nowadays, as you shove as many tins into your bag as possible.

Once you’re satisfied, you make a circle round the store, making sure there’s nothing you might have missed. You’re sad to not be able to fit everything into your bag, but the weight, ten times heavier than the previous day, makes you grateful.

It’s raining when you clamber over the walker bodies at the front of the store. You almost do a double take when you see someone stood at the window of the store, greying to look in through the cracks on the boards.

Your hand reaches for your gun, pulling it out of your waistband. The person turns and almost immediately you scoff. It’s the guy from yesterday, albeit a lot cleaner than you had last seen him. He grins when he sees you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Anything good?” He asks, causally, like you’ve known each other for decades. You roll your eyes, turning away and walking in the other direction. You actually needed to go the way that he was stood, but you simply just didn’t want to pass him.

You can hear his footsteps on the cracked pavement as he jogs to catch up to you.

“Look- hey, I think it’d be good for us to stick together.” His statement makes you turn, throwing him a look that you’re confident could kill.

He raises his hands in defence. “I’m serious. You’re obviously going somewhere important and I’d like to come too.”

“Like I told you yesterday, I’m good. Stop following me.” You brush past him, not walking in the right direction. The sun is now fully on the horizon, casting the town in a soft orange glow.

“Whoa. Firstly, I’m not following you. We just happen to be going in the same direction. Secondly, it’s not safe for you to be alone,” you fight the urge to roll your eyes as you cut down a side street, hoping to find the highway close by quick enough so you could make a straight beeline for the Kentucky border. You’d make it today, if you weren’t being pestered so much.

“I’ve managed perfectly fine on my own, thank you.” His hand wraps around your wrist to stop you from loving and immediately you slam the handle on your gun onto his fingers, causing him to yelp out and let go.

“Okay, there was no need to be like that.” His yelp alerts the attention of some walkers nearby, a fairly sized crown which begins stumbling towards you.

“Great,” you mumble, shoving your gun back in your waistband in favour of your knife. One zombie comes close enough to allow you to shove your knife deep into its eye socket, falling limp and to the floor. The other four come all at once, causing you to stumble backwards as one grasps at your raised hand. You manage to stab it but don’t have time to reel back for the other three- until the persistent guy lurches forward, using his own knife to swipe at two of them. The final one swerves around for you but falls to the floor, giving you the opportunity to bring your boot down onto its head.

You breath out heavily, turning to look at the guy. “Groups bring unwanted attention. I’m good on my own.” You begin walking away again, sheathing your knife back into your holder. You can hear him jogging to catch up again and you sigh.

“Cmon. I’ll do anything. I’m just trying to get home to my family.” The comment makes you stop for a second, the memories flashing through your brain briefly before you push them away.

“And I wish you the best of luck with that. I can’t help you.” It’s his turn to sigh now, and despite your best efforts to speed up, he manages to keep your pace.

“I’m not asking for help. I’m asking for companionship. Once I’m where I need to be, I’ll be out of your hair.” You falter, considering. It would be nice to not have to watch your own back all the time.

“And where do you need to be?” You ask, wiping your brow.

He cocks a grin, which you notice out of your peripheral. He must be thinking he’s got you hook line and sinker right now.

“North Carolina. It’s where my family will be.” You turn toward a field behind a house, the highway situated at the other side. Either way, you’d both be going the same way.

Except he had a family to go to. That, he seemed so sure of. He was hopeful. Hopeful he still had his family, that they were alive. You’d left yours a while ago, not that you’d say anything about that. To anyone. The thought of it gives you a headache and you reach for your water bottle, taking a tiny sip. Water was sacred now.

When you reach the fence he offers his hand to help you over but you shake your head, climbing over yourself and dropping down into the soft grass. You pan your eyes up to his face. He’s still got that soft grin plastered over his features, watching you as you readjust your rifle strap and bag. His hair is no longer matted, soft bangs falling unkept over his face. You wonder where he’s found the time or resources to wash all the blood out of his hair.

You hated to say so, but thinking about him using walker blood to get through a hoard was resourceful. The way he took down those two walkers too. He wouldn’t be dead weight. And he’d be out of your hair in a months time.

“You’re gonna follow me even if i say no, aren’t you?” You ask, and he grins wider, nodding his head. You sigh, pulling out your notebook to check your map. Right on track.

You don’t say anything else, though, walking forward with a small nod of your head.

“Lord help me.” You mumble, wading through the grass to the highway.

Something a little different for the Rafe AU scene. Let me know if you’re enjoying and want me to continue cos I’ve got some ideas🕺

[gravcyards]

okay, gonna try to actually make a decent plotting call this time which i've been meaning to do for awhile but was mobile when i came off hiatus SO here we go here's the short version (long version is after the read more thingy): looking for long-term writing partners who will match my energy and excitement about our plots and characters (surprisingly hard to find for some reason????) and hopefully if we vibe ooc & ic then we can just be fuckin rp besties who throw plots and muses at each other w/o a second thought and luv writing together<33 rn i'm dying for more f/f plots but i'm also fine with m/f and m/m esp if we have multiple plots sooooo pls hit that like button or (preferably) slide into my dms even if we've previously talked / tried to plot / have written together before pls still hmu idc if one of us dropped off the face of the earth i get it life happens :)

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plots/verses:

zombie apocalypse (the walking dead preferably but also tlou)

twitch streamers best friends to lovers

love island but like... make it f/f

hogwarts????

outer banks (not the dumbass treasure hunting plot but just like the verse of obx)

best friend's older brother/sister

boyfriend's gf x boyfriend's sister

fake dating turned actually in love w each other

student x TA or professor (in college so legal age gap)

effy x cook from skins vibes

THIS

protective gf x golden retriever dumbass bf

i got a lot of traumatized af male muses so if u wanna play a female muse against any of them lmk

probs more but i don't wanna make this super long

pairings/fcs (bold is who i wanna play):

kie x sarah (obx)

madison bailey x madelyn cline

courtney eaton x any girl fc

sabrina carpenter x any girl fc

madelyn cline x anyone

danielle rose russell x kaylee bryant

danielle rose russell x any girl fc

renee rapp x sabrina carpenter/renee rapp x any girl fc

wanted opps:

renee rapp

madison bailey

courtney eaton

kaylee bryant

rudy pankow

sarah pidgeon

dylan o'brien

kaya scodelario

joe keery

tom holland

daniel sharman

zendaya

hailee steinfeld

again, not limited to the above fcs/pairings/plots just ones i've been wanting lately

[droppingpetals]

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i only really write on discord now bc tumblr is a lot of work

i play both males and females and i’d appreciate it if you did too !

i do all pairings ( m/f, m/m and f/f )  with a slight preference for gay thangs !

i love playing characters of all ages — everything from 18 all the way up to even 50 is good to me, and i will give you my love if you do older muses with me ??

i absolutely LOVE pinterest boards n making playlists and edits and whatnot for ships

i have a bunch of character ideas i’d love to do and fcs i’d love to use and some of them will be listed underneath the read more, along with a few base plots to give an idea of what kind of plots i generally like to do ! but pls remember, the things i do are not limited to things that i’ve listed below !

if you’d be interested in writing with me, please go ahead & like this post and i shall come to you via tumblr ims <3

fcs i want to play but are not limited to :

kaya scodelario  /  keira knightley  /  ana de armas  /  axel auriant  /  cillian murphy  /  josh stewart  /  sebastian stan  /  andrew lincoln  /  elle fanning  /  katie mcgrath  /  amanda seyfried  /  lily collins  /  kristine froseth  /  lucy boynton  /  jaime lorente  /  arón piper  /  samara weaving  /  henrik holm  /  margaret qualley  /  rocco fasano  /  victoria pedretti  /  haley bennett  /  rachael taylor  /  álvaro rico  /  oliver jackson-cohen /  rosamund pike  /  rob james-collier  /  federico cesari  /  emily blunt  /  richard armitage   /  willa fitzgerald  /  michiel huisman  /  robert pattinson  /  emily vancamp  /  dan stevens  /  chase stokes  /  yvonne strahovski  /  matthew mcconaughey  /  james denton   /  !! björn mosten !!  /  all skam fcs  / adam demos  / bridgerton cast!!!

fcs i’d love to play against but are not limited to :

henry cavill  /  james mcavoy  /  john krasinski  /  mike vogel  /  hugh dancy  /  richard madden  /  chris evans  /  gwilym lee  /  armie hammer  /  max irons  /  rocco fasano  /  oliver jackson-cohen  /  maxence danet-fauvel  /  jai courtney  /  evan roderick  /  chase stokes  /  literally any girl ever ok  /  jessica chastain  / all skam fcs  /  the entire elite cast  /  bridgerton cast!!!!

this list is much shorter bc i couldn’t come up with any more and these are just the ones that Really came to me off the top of my head

some plot ideas :

period plots!!! historical plots!! anything based on period dramas!!!

mumus!!! give me plots with multiple muses!!

something kinda like outer banks ??

anything to do with the worlds of got / lotr / potc and such

domestic plots!!!! give me hs sweethearts who made it!!!! (but especially if it gay??) also divorced couple still having to be around each other bc kids and cue pining?? or any kind of other domestic plots!!! with fluff and angst!!!

college plots!!!! frat plots?? no homo plots??

fantasy plots?? i wanna dive into those, think got and lotr etc

crime plots!!! especially if you let me play a mob boss matthew mcconaughey!!!

apocalyptic plots!!!! zombies!!! zombie apocalypse plots!!!

this vibe?? “unlovable” characters experiencing love for the first time??

lowkey also toxic relationships .... give me a pair that doesnt work together but they’re so in love that they cant stay away :/

this plot!!! please!!! high school sweethearts!!!

sports plots?? ice hockey, football / soccer, cheerleading, figure skating??? boxing???

some ships i’ve also been dying to do :

brandon flynn x richard madden

timothée chalamet x armie hammer

andrew lincoln x hugh dancy

federico cesari x rocco fasano

axel auriant x maxence danet-fauvel

ana de armas x jai courtney / edgar ramirez

yvonne strahovski x jai courtney / henry cavill

emily blunt x john krasinski

lucy boynton x gwilym lee

rachael taylor x krysten ritter

regé-jean page x phoebe dynevor

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thinkin’ ‘bout final fantasy

I go by Not The Author for exactly the reason that I ain’t no expert on any given work of fiction, but I do like to make connections what make me seem smart: an illusion, haphazardly crafted by incident accident and supplemented by precocious pretentiousness. All the same, here are some fun thoughts I had that you might also enjoy!

I do have a point, that I do get to. I feel like I should say that ahead of time, all things considered. Like, I can appreciate if you can’t appreciate a shaggy dog story? But there is a point to all this.

...Eventually.

Spoiler Warning:

Final Fantasies 1, 6, 7, 7R, 13 and 15

Content Warning:

Discussion of death

Cussin’

Length warning:

5621 words

13 sections

16 digressions

Let’s dig in.

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Final Fantasy 1 was not my first Final Fantasy experience, but I think it was the first I ever played by myself? The remaster for the GBA, came bundled with FF2 on the same cart, which I played briefly but did not complete and do not remember, except that it had Cid.

FF1 doesn’t have a Cid, but I really loved the narrative anyway, straightforward as it was, because it was very specifically about spitting in the face of an uncaring god who would doom the world for a laugh. Take these chains that bind us to darkness and, though we be forgot to history, strangle with them that selfsame darkness to bring an end to its tyranny.

((it is a terrible curse, to love time travel. so many grand expectations, so few ever met. play ghost trick, chrono trigger, radiant historia, majora’s mask, outer wilds. have you any recs yourself, lemme know! I digress.

((I digress a lot, as I may have mentioned. they’ll be noted in parenthetical, like this.))

This is the foundation upon which Final Fantasy is built, and while any student of architecture could tell you of many and varied perfectly valid construction techniques, it resonates. Grappling with an immutable past to course-correct an uncaring future is, too, an apt description of personal growth; a theme as universal as being alive. And I, as an impressionable youth, ate that shit up.

((I assume I was young, at any rate. my love for time travel, be it era-spanning or moment-stretching, is, I suspect, not entirely coincidental to my terrible temporal memory.))

And that was the tale of the studio, too. Final Fantasy was so titled because, the story goes, the developers knew they would shutter if it didn’t make bank. Staring your imminent demise in the face, knowing your fate is doom, and giving it your all, all the same.

And then they made another twelve, plus two-and-a-half MMOs, and god knows how many mobile games and spin-offs, and now the Fantasy is that there could ever be a Final one. so say I: life parodies art.

((the half-an-MMO is FF14 1.0, which no longer exists and is a fascinating tale, a rally against bleak futures all its own. I’ll [link] Noclip’s three-part documentary covering the developer’s side of things, because that’s the one I’ve seen. there’s plenty other material to hunt down, though, if you wanna.))

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Final Fantasy VII is a game about fate, too. Particularly Death, that most ultimate of fates. Tragic, to be sure; preventable, or at least delayable, in many cases; necessary, at times, for the growth of something new.

Unrelenting. Unstoppable. Inescapable.

Death, and the fights against it, take many forms. There are the fascist death squads that hunt down your ragtag band and any dissent against their cruel masters, but these will only truly stop by cutting off the hydra’s head and building an entirely new society; eight dudes and their dog, faced with a corporate private military, can survive but never win. There are such disasters as do slay that hydra, be they natural or man-made. There’s the space alien and the apocalypse it ushers. There’s literal illness and injury, physical or otherwise. There are the deaths of loved ones, friends and family, that lead to some subtler deaths within those that survive them. The deaths of relationships, by neglect or abandonment. The ideological deaths we inflict on ourselves, accepting ever-growing lesser evils in the name of some impossible ideal.

Every day, the person we were becomes the person we are, and soon, the person we are will give way to someone new, and this, too, is a sort of death. In this sense, we tally Cloud’s deaths at least five: failure to become a Soldier and rebirth in shame, the massacre of Nibelheim and rebirth in grief, arrival at Midgar and rebirth in delusion, his cratering at the Crater and rebirth in nihilism, and his death and rebirth in the Lifestream of Mideel.

((you could prolly hunt down another two if you wanna be cheeky, but I lack the knowledge, motive and patience. frankly, this whole thing is to create a leading line of logic and probably isn’t, uh. academically ethical? or whatever the term is. I’m not necessarily wrong, but I’m definitely scuttling nuance. oh well!))

Now, I say “rebirth,” because that’s how deaths of identity more-or-less work. There’s usually some new identity waiting in the wings to take over. And rebirth is itself a notable theme, inasmuch as it is one outcome of death. But death is oft more final than that, and what people do in its imminence and wake is key here, too. Wutai’s collapse into an insular tourist trap. Avalanche’s vengeful fervor, in general and post-plate drop. Bugenhagen trying to pass his knowledge on to Red. The whole party’s ongoing post-traumatic depressive episodes.

Ultimately, death is the inescapable fate of all things. It’s what we do, in light of that, that makes us who we are.

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Final Fantasies 13 and 15 are the only modern Final Fantasies I’ve beaten, and I bring them up because both deal very prominently with fate and death, and as Square’s most recent mainline FF titles, Remake can’t exist without comparison to them. Here’s what I remember:

Final Fantasy 13 was a game I enjoyed. The stagger system mixed up my casual FF tradition of Get The Big Numbers by putting a prominent UI element onscreen that says You Can’t Get The Big Numbers Unless The Bar Is Full. Suddenly there’s a natural-but-enforced ebb and flow to combat built in, where you gotta juggle chip damage, survival, and crowd control while keeping resources enough to burst down a staggered foe, but maintain situational awareness to swap back into survival mode if you’re not gonna down your enemy, all in something close to real-time. Very obviously a direct precursor to the combat of Remake. I didn’t realize the depth of it, but it was still super fun.

People at the time didn’t like the linearity of the game and, I can see that in retrospect? I think it’s closer to, there weren’t breakpoints, there wasn’t variety. It was cutscenes, combat, and the stretches of land between them; the only real thing for the brain to get a workout on was the combat, and eating only one kinda food is gonna make that food taste bland.

((I didn’t mind, but I like idle games, and, also probably had depression around then. Take that how you will.))

The story, though, I loved. You got your uncaring gods forcing mortals to do their increasingly-impossible bidding, cursing them to agonized unlife if they take too long, and with blissful, beautiful death if they succeed. It sucks! And here you have a ragtag band of incidental idiots trying to rebel against a system that, actually, wants them to? Like that’s the plan? Have mortals kill god and summon the devil to destroy all life, because god, doesn’t.... like life anymore?

((The lore gets more than a little impenetrable, and I remember bouncing off it a couple times. The throughline of God Sucks And Makes Zombies was good though.))

The biblical parallels are obvious, and if they weren’t, the final boss’ design will clue you in, god that’s a good design. hang on I can add pictures and already tossed a spoiler warning, here, look at this:

(per the Final Fantasy Fandom Wiki [X])

That’s literally The Holy Trinity But A Sword The Size Of A Building. It’s perfect.

Anyway, I love this game, because the heroes win, which is what God wants, so in winning, they lose, as was fated to be, right? Fuck All That, say the lesbians from space australia, as they turn into satan and, as satan, stop God’s shitty metal moon from crashing into space australia and destroying all life.

((this awakened something in me, though, as is becoming a theme, I wasn’t aware of it at the time. actually hold up I’m gonna rewatch that sequence.

((yeah okay wow on review that was aggressively cheesy and had a whole bunch of weird emotional whiplash that just leaves a super-bad aftertaste. I don’t really like it as an experience, but big bazonga lesbian satan with arms for hair is still a look-and-a-half.))

The whole thing is not entirely unlike if meteor was also Midgar, and there’s more than a few points where I went, hang on, are they trying to evoke 7 here? “Lightning” is ex-military and bad at emotions, Sazh is a black dad w/ guns and emotional trauma and I love him, quirky pink healer girl who might be an alien is here, the game starts on a train and leads into a robot bug fight; obviously it’s not one-to-one but the connections are there for a brain like mine to make, and only more prominent for the fact that FF7 was the more satisfying game.

((I cannot speak to 13-2 or -3; 13-2 was fun up until the enemies were abruptly 30 levels higher than me, more or less a mandate by the game for me to do all the side content, which I was not on-board with. I skipped 13-3 entirely, especially when I learned the whole game is on a timer. did not and do not need that stress in my life.))

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But okay, FF13 was “too linear” and wasn’t doing super great. Enter Final Fantasy Versus 13, by which I mean enter Final Fantasy 15 actually, we don’t need any more of this 13 crap. And once again, I enjoyed it! ...Right up until it was bad.

Final Fantasy 15 was not a finished game, and we know this for certain now, because all its DLC was to make it a finished game. At the time, though, there was uncomfortable and inconsistent story pacing, only one playable character, relatively sparse combat mechanics... but it was open-world, and hey, that’s what you wanted, right? open, non-linear environments? I picked it up because, Teleporting Swordsman With a Motorcycle Sword. I am of simple pleasures, and those are they.

Of the little I remember, one point that’s stuck with me is the sequence following the Leviathan fight. See, we’ve been talking about fate and destiny and how Final Fantasy likes to spite them. Here in 15, our main man Noctis doesn’t want the destiny he’s been burdened with, to Become The King and Save The World from the Coming Darkness, or whatever. He’d really rather be doing, anything else? like hanging out with his buddies or actually getting married or, I dunno, grieving the death of his father. Nope! You don’t get to do that. Go find the ghost armaments of your dead ancestors so you can ~saaave the wooorld!~ I would have been in college around then, so, eminently relatable.

Now, on this journey, you meet a guy called Ardyn. He’s the sort of character that was built as an attack on me personally: sleazy, charming, possessing airs of casual familiarity with people he’s never met, kinda helps you out in tight spots, and also, by the way, vizier to the empire that killed your dad and wants you and your friends dead too. But not in the “secret good guy” way, he just likes fucking with you! he’s perfect.

Right up until the Leviathan fight.

See, Lunafreya, your betrothed--

((I’m so mad about this stupid, stupid garbage. I love Lunafreya on principle, but the game doesn’t bother to give her screentime. you only ever hear about her incidentally, which can be cool if you then meet the character and get to compare/contrast what you’ve heard, but the initial release only has her show up for this one chapter, and your party doesn’t really get to interact with her that much.))

Your betrothed is here and she’s some symbol of the peoples’ hope, right? she’s got light magic or something, and can actually commune with the gods. the gods are on your side, but you can’t actually understand a word they say, but she can, and that’s sick as hell. anyway.

You lose the fight against Leviathan, because you’re a shitty emo teen who doesn’t know how to use your ghost swords, and she got beat up earlier when Levi got all pissy at being summoned. And then Ardyn shows up in his magitek dropship.

Now earlier, Ardyn had Luna as his captive, completely at his mercy, and right now, he who would be king of kings, destined to save the world from darkness, is clutching at rock in a hurricane, beaten, wounded and dying.

Of the two, which do you think he stabs to death?

if you thought, “the protagonist, which will allow him to win, and subvert Final Fantasy’s themes of defying fate by having the villain be the one to do it, forcing everyone else to scramble for some alternate solution and deal with the fallout,” congratulations! You win disappointment, because that idea’s cool as hell and they didn’t. fucking. Do it.

((Ardyn, before this, had given me major Kefka vibes, and thinking on it now, the world descending into darkness in the 15 we never had could have played with even deeper parallels to FF6... but I never played 6, and that FF15 doesn’t exist, so... I’ll leave that analysis to better scholars.))

now, with the benefit of hindsight, that was never going to happen. too long in development hell, game had to ship, had no time or budget for mid-game upheaval. but at the time? made me lose any interest I had in Ardyn, made me mad at the developers for passing up on fulfilling the themes their series had explored in past, made me almost stop playing the game. I’m still mad about it for crying out loud!

((thinking about it gets me tensed up, coiled, with that sort of full-body thrum that’s best conveyed with letters that jitter around. best I can do here is bold italics, but it doesn’t have the right energy. it’s a fleeting feeling, but when it’s here? god. given the men that wrote this scene I would fight all of them and win.

((inhale...

((exhale...

((and move on.))

We, the player, never really meet Luna, so there’s no real... impact, no substance to it. It’s sad, but impersonal. villain kills damsel to inflict manpain on hero. that’s it. we’ve seen this song and dance before.

But kill Noctis? The character the player’s been controlling all this time, who they know intimately? Now it’s personal. Now your party members’ grief is a mirror to your own. And now you get to play as Luna, maybe? give the game time to flesh her out, have her bond with your old companions over their shared grief, and maybe use her connections and public speaking skills to rally the people of the world, in a perhaps-vain attempt to resist the oncoming darkness, while simultaneously using that public-facingness to drive her to hide her own fear and hopelessness...? That’s a complex character ripe for drama and tragedy right there! And then her, at the head of a story about people coming together to solve a global calamity themselves, rather than await their appointed savior?

Even then, but especially now... You can see the appeal, right?

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Lemme step back and zoom out for a moment, because there’s one more kind of Fate to discuss before I finalize my thesis. Yes, I promise, there is a point besides being mad at FF15, this is still ultimately about Remake. Bear with me a little longer.

See, Remake’s premise is that it’s not quite FF7, but that itself is predicated on Remake being essentially FF7. Certain things must be in the Remake series, or it will cease to be the Final Fantasy 7 Remake series. The developers have gone on record saying as much, that they’ll still cover the thrust of the original, and that makes a lot of sense from a development standpoint. Building on an existing framework saves loads of time, and lets them focus on details as they have in Remake.

((I think they've already set up an in-universe justification for this, too. The party may have defeated the Whispers at Midgar, but the Whispers are the will of the planet. The only way to truly defeat them would be to defeat the planet itself, which: kind of the goal of the villains!

((a bit ironic, because the villains are the Whispers’ means to keep manipulating events. Remake backends a very large portion of the plot, and I don’t think Rufus seeing the Whispers is a throwaway detail. The party chases Sephiroth by chasing Shinra in the original, so even if the party has shaken free of the direct influence of the Whispers, manipulating Shinra should in turn manipulate the party.

((on top of which, Rufus prizes power, and the power to change or control fate-- something both the party and Sephiroth have seized-- would be as enticing as anything.))

But this begs the question: How much of Final Fantasy 7 is necessary before it stops being Final Fantasy 7? Do you need all nine characters? The Weapons? Rideable chocobo? Breedable chocobo? What about locations? Can you drop the Gold Saucer? or Mount Condor? or Mideel? How many minigames am I holding up? These are necessary questions, but so is this:

“Would a one-to-one recreation of the original game have the same emotional impact as when it released, twenty-three years ago?”

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Now, the phrase “emotional impact” is necessarily kind of nebulous and subjective, so lemme dig into that a little bit.

The first significant chunk of the original FF7 takes place entirely in Midgar, which is one huge city. Every screen is densely packed; movement is typically constrained to narrow corridors and industrial crawlspaces. The whole world is deeply claustrophobic and visually hostile, by design.

This is FF7 for the first few hours, before a motorcycle chase deposits you outside city limits, and then... you hit the world map, and everything changes. The world is rendered in three whole dimensions, now! (Then, a technological marvel in its own right.) There’s a sky! There’s a horizon! Grass, mountains, the ocean!

Boundless, terrifying freedom.

From a mechanical standpoint, there’s only one real destination, an A-to-B with random encounters before a small enclosure with an inn and shops, no real change from what you’ve already been doing. But the mood? Everything’s fresh and new, now. Everything’s an unknown.

So, how do we do that again, two-and-a-half decades on?

Let’s say, something like this: Remake 2 starts with Cloud and Sephiroth en route to Nibelheim. For new players, this provides immediate intrigue: why are these mortal enemies hanging out in a truck? how did they get here, where are they going? For veterans, it’s familiar: oh, we’re in the flashback sequence.

For both, it provides mechanical familiarity. We just finished last game hanging out in Midgar, a bunch of town squares with shops and cutscenes connected to hazardous corridors. Well, Nibelheim’s a town with shops and cutscenes, connected to a monster-filled anthill and capped with a reactor. We know this. We’ve done this. We can do this again.

And when the flashback ends, we’re in Kalm. Another town, maybe with sidequests this time; Midgar looming in the distant skybox as a reminder of how far we’ve come.

And then you leave Kalm, and the camera zooms out, and out, and out...

Remake is essentially 7, and you can’t have the impact of 7′s world map reveal if Remake isn’t functionally open-world too. Square has plenty of experience with open environments, however successful their more recent attempts have been; I’m confident that the have the ability, at least, to craft an expansive world that feels appropriate to FF7.

((I’d like to take a moment here to talk about FF14, which mixes both compact twisty dungeons and wide-open overworld zones, and is necessarily wildly successful to still be operating as an MMO... but though I have played it briefly, I don’t claim knowledge sufficient to go in-depth. The point is, Square not only can make a game like that, they have, and are, and apparently possess non-zero competency. I have worries, but I’m not worried, if that makes sense.))

So, can you recreate a given kind of emotional impact? Yeah!

Can scenes from the original Final Fantasy 7 be rendered into a new context, more-or-less as they were? Absolutely!

Would a one-to-one recreation of the original game have the same emotional impact as when it released, twenty-three years ago?

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Aerith dies.

If you opened this post and didn’t know that, well. There were spoiler warnings up at the top, the game’s more than two decades old, and the spoiler itself is basically a piece of pop-culture, up there with space dad and wizard killer. There’re probably plenty of people who know next-to-nothing about Final Fantasy 7 except that Aerith dies.

Everyone knows because, at the time, it was so big a thing. This was a title that Square hyped to heaven and back to push JRPGs into mainstream western markets, and it worked. And this was before major death was so common and arbitrary as it is today; even now, Game of Thrones and its ilk are a relative rarity. The death of a protagonist or love interest wasn’t a new thing for games, or any media really, but usually you knew it was coming, or it served some purpose. Aerith’s death was sudden, arbitrary, you’re almost immediately thrown into a boss fight so you don’t even have time to process it right away, and it’s the first stone in an avalanche of other pointless arbitrary tragedy. It’s an obvious narrative setup for the endgame confrontation with Sephiroth; instead, Cloud has a breakdown, Meteor happens, and now there’s an entire Disk 2.

Fandom has always been fandom, even before the continuous immediacy of the modern internet, but... people wrote letters to Square, and got sad on message boards. There’s an entire subset of forum signatures, back when those were a thing, that you could sort as “people fucked up over Aerith dying.” And again, this was the world. Not just Japan, or Asia, but everyone.

((Or, everyone with the finances to have a PS2 and/or an internet connection. Gaming as a pastime remains way expensive, whether played or watched. But you know how it is.))

And that’s the problem with answering that question.

See, FF7 is a lot of things, but for better or worse, it is defined by Aerith’s death. It’s one of many factors, but you can’t... leave it out, right? or it wouldn’t be FF7 anymore.

Aerith dies in FF7, and everyone knows it.

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But Remake has promised, repeatedly, that things will be different this time. Everyone is coming together to defy fate, and Cloud in particular is here to keep Aerith from dying. Bodyguard jokes aside, Cloud repeatedly has flashbacks (flashforwards?) to Aerith’s death and the events leading to it. When he meets her in the church, when they cross into Sector 6, twice in the final battle. Hell, the very first time they meet, Sephiroth taunts him about not being able to save her. Even from a metatextual standpoint, since everyone knows Aerith dies, that’s like, The Most Obvious Fate To Change.

If, after all that, Aerith still dies? It’s not just tragedy, at that point. That’s the developers, actively lying to the player about their intent in making this game series. That’s frustrating, and immersion-breaking, and when said death is likely to still have one or more entire sequels to come after? maybe not great for sales! I know I didn’t bother buying the complete edition of FF15; I couldn’t bring myself to care enough about a game that set up this cool possibility, and then just, failed to deliver on every count.

And, Remake is being made for two audiences. I’ve said “everybody knows Aerith dies,” but that’s not really true, is it? It’s been 23 years, after all. Remake could well be someone’s very first Final Fantasy experience. That’s why they’ve been telegraphing Aerith’s death so hard. Not everyone knows, but at least everyone can guess. Is it fair, then, to this new audience, with potentially no knowledge or understanding of the legacy of this flashy new action game, to foreshadow tragedy in the future, have everyone come together to say, We’re Going To Stop This, and then... not? Is that good writing? Is that satisfying? When this is a multi-game and potentially multi-console investment of time and money, is this, as a newcomer, a story you’d want to keep playing?

And then on top of that, it’s 2020.

I don’t mean that in the current-year-fallacy, “we’re better than this now” kind of way. Rather, the way I felt about Final Fantasy 15 is even more relevant now. People, in real life, are realizing that the powers-that-be are failing them, have failed them, have been failing them for far longer than twenty-three years. The people that already knew that are actually showing up for each other, to spite what felt and feels like inescapable fate and finding that, together, they might just be able to ruin God’s day.

Game development is, of course, its own whole beast, and projects in motion tend to stay in motion; deviating from a plan takes time and money that Square may be unwilling to spend. But, under current world circumstances: is making a game where the hero sets out to save one specific person from their fated death, and following that with a game where that one specific person dies anyway, aside from everything else, a good business decision?

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So... Aerith, shouldn’t die, right...? But, FF7 requires Meteor, and so requires the Temple of the Ancients and the Black Materia. And, Meteor can only be stopped by Holy, so FF7 requires the Forgotten City.

FF7 is a tragedy. FF7 demands blood.

...Hey, actually, hold that thought. How come Cloud can remember Aerith dying in the first place? He’s not from the future, right? He’s got a connection to Sephiroth, who is from the future... and Sephiroth can manipulate his memories...? but, why would Sephiroth let him, or make him, remember that?

Hey, how come Zack is alive, but like, in the “narrative scope” sense? Wouldn’t his presence circumvent Cloud’s delusions about the Nibelheim incident?

Hey, how come Cloud had multiple big climactic Sephiroth confrontations at what’s essentially the end of the prologue, including one that mirrors the very end of the original FF7? Shouldn’t that still come at, like, you know. the end?

Hey, how come--

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Remake has these... Callbacks? Refrains? Like my favorite, when Sephiroth throws a train-- you know, The Fate Metaphor-- at Cloud, who absolutely shreds the thing. Or, for a more direct example:

And it frequently uses these to show that people are changing, that things can change. You know, the whole Running Theme the game has going on.

Sephiroth gets a refrain, too.

At the start of the game (give or take a reactor), in his first real appearance, Sephiroth philosophizes at Cloud, makes sure Cloud hates him, and tells Cloud what he wants.

At the end of the game, in his last appearance, Sephiroth philosophizes at Cloud, tells Cloud what he wants, and makes sure Cloud hates him.

Structurally, these encounters more-or-less bookend the game; thematically, it doesn’t exactly indicate change. Barret may or may not have come around on Cloud, and his admission that Cloud is important to him after all is, itself, important. Cloud, on the other hand, was always going to defy Sephiroth. He stands resolute, now, ready to fight rather than flee, but apathy was never on the table.

Now, Sephiroth’s whole Thing is psychologically manipulating Cloud to get what he wants, and as part of that, what Sephiroth wants is usually not what he says he wants.

All throughout the original FF7, Sephiroth riled up Cloud so that Cloud would pursue and defy him, culminating first in the Black Materia incident, and then again in the Forgotten City. None of the Sephiroth clones could survive the trip through the Northern Crater, so Sephiroth had to lure Cloud, with the Black Materia, to him, and then also convince Cloud to give up the Black Materia of his own accord. Mind control, memory manipulation and illusions were involved, but if Sephiroth could maintain those indefinitely, he probably just. Would have done that instead. Way easier,

The point is, in Remake, in addition to all the intermittent retraumitization sprinkled throughout the game, Sephiroth goes out of his way twice to directly ask Cloud, “hey, you hate me, right?” And, as part of that question, he tells Cloud, “this is what I want.” And Cloud? He hates Sephiroth, and will do his damnedest to keep Sephiroth from getting what he wants.

So. What does Sephiroth... say he wants?

- - - - -

One last aside before we cap off: This post would not exist without the valiant efforts of one Maximilian_dood. His devotion to the series kept myself and many others engaged and excited and, frankly, hopeful, in the leadup to the release of Remake, and his correlations between the rest of the FF7 series and Remake were enlightening and entertaining.

and had he not the gall to identify defying fate as a device to make aerith’s death more tragic, I would never have been angry enough to write this.

((I know, I know. Gaming and streaming and lit analysis are all hard individually, and I don’t begrudge losing one for the other two. And it was a first playthrough! I might have seen these lines sooner than some, but collating all this info was certainly not instantaneous. And Square can be hack writers at times-- see again my rant on FF15-- so even then, I can’t discount the possibility.

((but, still.

((Really?))

So, while I would like to believe that I have, by now, made my thesis on Remake’s narrative direction abundantly clear, here it is spelled out anyway:

- - - - -

At the bottom of the Forgotten City, at the shrine on the pillar in the lake, Cloud will find Aerith, who believes her fate immutable.

Sephiroth will descend, and Cloud will sacrifice himself, that Aerith should live.

This is Sephiroth’s plan.

- - - - -

Hey, thanks for reading this far! With my conversational tone and rambling tendencies, I’d have preferred to make this an audio post or, god forbid, a video essay, but I got a keyboard, and that’ll have to do. Diction is important to me, as the capitalization, italics and use of punctuation may have clued you in on, so... maybe you’ll get a dramatic reading sometime in the future? but, don’t bet on it.

Feel free to riddle me with questions, or point out inconsistencies with this big ol’ thing! I’m not exactly an expert, and I’m sure I glossed over, heavily paraphrased, completely forgot, intentionally ignored and/or aggressively misrepresented some stuff, but I love learning and teaching esoteric bullshit about The Vijigams. On that note, anything that sounds like it should be sourced is sourced from “I heard about it on social media or in a stream or youtube video one time, but if I actually had to hunt it down this whole thing would never see the light of day, and it has already been like three months,” which isn’t to excuse my lack of due diligence, but I do, lack diligence, so, tough.

Oh! but the Remake screens all come from [here]. Don’t care much for that splash screen, but, I Get It, so, whatever.

There were some other things I wanted to touch on but couldn’t really find a spot for. FF7 Remake as a metaphor for its own development, for example. Or, some of The Possibilities, like how Cloud’s death could very literally haunt Aerith, or how Remake sets up a more fleshed-out Midgar revisit that Cloud’s death specifically would make infinitely sadder.

On that note, if it was not yet obvious, I love speculation, and if they do go this direction, it’ll probably be their justification to go completely... off the rails? Remake only has to be FF7 until it doesn’t, after all. If there’s some wilder implications youall see for like... I dunno, a Jenova more fully-regenerated from also having Cloud’s cells back, getting into proper Kaiju-on-Kaiju battles with the Weapons, or anything like that? Feed me your brain juice, etc.

And, once more, for the road: this is interpretation; subjective, opinionated, and very much in denial of any kind of author-ity. Nor is this a claim on how things should be, or an assertion that this would be good or bad. Everything ultimately rests on Square's narrative design team and, we’ve touched on them already.

((but, for your consideration: I’m smart, and right))

Here’s hoping, whatever happens, we get the game we deserve.

thanks for coming to my ted talk, have a great day

[mmjjbbaannkkss]

2019 December 9-14 Half-week Notes, Vitamin-B

“Let reality be reality.” - Lao Tzu

Finally started B-complex after waking up too early, made me sleep again. I only took niacin during workouts and with fatty foods, but B-comp is for all food types. It’s a vitamin that vegans might be lacking, research implies in mornings B absorbs better, explaining why an empty stomach mid-workout started flushing niacin into circulation. Pre workout powders and drinks for years, like most ppl, but even then not in high levels, and B-comp has a safer level. 

Niacin opens capillaries, causing itching as some even burst, causing heat and metabolism also, but even before my new health-focused life, there were intense moments, hiking or fighting, work or play, leaving mature muscle with more vascular density, vessel amount, and fewer capillary requirements. So wouldn’t itch/flush as much, and larger still, and BMI higher means no capillaries in the fat, so only flushing around the thin skin. 

B vitamins assist energy for cellular or hormonal purposes. Consult a doctor, I’m no doctor. This is my personal diet, grains and greens, work and whey, meat and mattress, that’s my grind. I’m also assuming soy sauce phytoestrogens break down quicker than meat’s estrogen, allegedly block meat-estrogen in the process, and supplies in theory a ‘pre-digested’ protein/amino source. The lower sodium version is literally called “liquid aminos,” and with B my energy is good. 

Don’t eat fiber b4 a workout, it needs water just to digest, and then sits waterlogged until it does, protein bars are high fiber. B might, metabolize sugar faster than you can use it in a session, turning fuel into adipose fat. Implying, meat might make donuts MORE dangerous -- and yet gamer fuel has B plus SUGAR, 30 grams of sugar is heavy like a donut. 

Stomach digests junk food with natural enzymes, not vitamins/minerals, fats and meats burn slower overnight, waking less hungry, unhealthy fat in the blood has to be removed thru filter organs or used as energy, B-something helps with fat-to-energy and is naturally occurring in meats, match that-B to the meat with the highest level, and it calculates artificially leaner, and you might be energized by morning. Or, eat less and less-of unhealthy fats so your blood is purer. 

Superhero blood, not bacon-wrapped donut blood. B is NEVER an alternative to real food, but in a zombie apocalypse, the soy sauce aisle will be empty and you can watch the landscape. 

Do if you do. Don't if you don't.

Week 1 (mixed: heavy-slow, lite-slow) Gauge weight/ability, practice strong reps, try resting between each rep if too heavy. 

2019 Dec 09 Monday

Truck engine won’t fire-up, if only spark plugs, cabling, is a minor issue aside from costs, keeping me from the gym today. The little truck, aka the pickup, battery dead, prolly bad rear brakes, maybe bad transmission. Will likely be w/o gym whole week. 

Already carbed up for workout tho, so to balance, am going to eat eggs and one tortilla, with liquid aminos. Using the breakfast carbs as biotic thermo-catalyst-conducive energy to metabolize the protein (into aminos), and later take a B-supp to improve fat catabolic ‘uptake’ to clean the blood for tomorrow, whichever should happen. And tea/whey. 

Not feeling inspired to do a calisthenic chest day in the bedroom, tomorrow will do taiji, defs walk probz to the bank, talk to the neighborhood mechanic about estimates, and start saving up some poor people money. It’s like regular money, it just hasn’t sprouted yet. 

Likely, the home workout program will develop, replace the laziness, nbd; and should start posting my / ‘the poor people diet’ b/c a clean body and strong mind can do anything. If the inmates can have Instagram broadcasts on burner phones, I can add a menu. 

Moving XVIII-1 to next week, might take a stroll. #Feels If both trucks are fucked, so am I, and mom’s lavish diet will consist of anything I can buy at neighborhood general store and drive-share. // Might anotate something on the walk. Anchor? 

2019 Dec 10 Tuesday

Breakfast, salsa black beans and rice, lunch, ½ tea/whey, dinner, 6 eggs w liq aminos on wheat-ish tortilla, meal4 ½ tea/whey and niacin 500, meal 5?

Lazy day, rearranged room, have a desk at the window, conceptual free top space, put strange files into portfolio, shoes into tiny shoe armoir (bedstand?), and have all shelves emptied, then have a change-of-clothes bag, which should really be in the car. Truck blogs say sparkplug changes are circling $200, which is doable. Weird time to be between gigs holidays w/o backstory. Do the job, check with mgmt, do more, go home, do wtfe. Be early, leave when told. Have 2x20lb plastic sand jugs, maybe some shrugs/rows. 

Not overly heavy weight, quality reps, flex, arms perpendicular to ground (elbows back), pre-fatigue (warm-ups for each exercise), underhand (supine) triceps pulldown prevents leaning when working on triceps,  https://www.menshealth.com/fitness/a30170272/the-rock-biceps-triceps-workout/ 

5x5 program, do the exercises, add weight per week if you could do lift last week’s, every six weeks deload, https://www.boxrox.com/how-to-build-muscle-and-strength-the-5-x-5-program-gain/

8 core exercises for abs/obliques, L-sit, frong-crunch, bycycle crunch, running man situp (alt hand oppo leg), rev crunch pulse (lock legs, push heels up), russian twist (it was the borscht), plank, t-cross situp (lay out, v up, left hand right foot) https://www.boxrox.com/8-sit-up-abs-exercises-to-build-a-6-pack-and-strong-obliques-cf/

I want to do cable punches more. 

2 dudes vs the FBI fitness test, 20 pullups @ pace, 30 pushups or more @ pace, 38 situps (1min), 300m sprint (41sec=Ace), 1.5 mile run (9min=Ace) https://www.menshealth.com/fitness/a30183134/fbi-fitness-test-bodybuilders-buff-dudes/

2019 Dec 11 Wednesday

Give yourself permission to not be a perfectionist, if it doesn't go well that's okay. Don’t be busy, be productive. Tow truck towed truck, without me, witf. 

2019 Dec 12 Thursday

Truck will be ready today/tomorrow. Battery jumper arrived. Might gym, might not. Will have another carb-up next, and if no gym, whey for the night. Body replaces cells. Everybody goes thru it, and rebuilds. Muscles break down, and then we repair. If you’re not losing your mind, crazy, everyone once in a while, then nothing is changing. This could be comfort. We all have insecurities, we need to be honest about them so that we can better ourselves. It’s time to stretch-out, warm-up, work-on. 

Truck is fixed, let’s go to the gym. 

#4xviii Lite Push tot/lb x ct heavyweight/slow/r3*8(1s/r)

Treadmill 10 >> Shldr Press 507090 >> Cable lat-rear raise 5,5,1010 >> Chest press 8090110130150 >> Pec deck 8s*709090110110 >> Incl smith 100*3 >> Arnld press 3*r8/25 3035404550 >> Cable x-over 15202530 >> Supine tric pldwn 202030 >> Tric pldwn 304050 >> Pullover/down 304050 >> Triceps press 30507090/110130150170190/210/230(240lbs) >> /Abs/Treadmill /

Need more lateral delt practice; posture bad, need stretching; much hurt, very pain, a lot good.

#5xviii Slow/lite Pull  /lbs

Treadmill warmup 11 >> High Row 3x6r /25303550658095 >> Lat Pulldown 3x 6 /45607590 >> 15 of those >> Chin Up neutral 3x 6 /666- >> Smith shrug 3*6/100100100100 >> Low Row 3x 8 /25303550658095100 >> Pec Deck 3x 8 /100*3 forearms >> EZ Curl 3x 10 /supine 20*4 >> ½ Prchr 3x 10 /15*3,30*3 >> ½ hammer 3x 10 /152025 >> Rev-row 4x 10 /40506070- >> ½ lat? 40,55,70 >> Treadmill cooldown /null

Left elbow lat pulldown not far back enough in single sided, need to do all ½; outer lower pecs still sore from yesterday’s tricep press, sit in a chair, push the arms down, sorta like dips; /rest/ lats were tight, from laying around in a bad posture, and hadn’t used foam roller, but doing the ½ pulls brought the back triangle farther down, trained weak spot, made waking up better, laying on concrete should straighten posture, with some stretching, and might improve hunch while opening obliques. 

#6xviii Lite Legs  3x8r/lbs

Treadmill 10 >> Side Bends 3*8r/35*3 >> Body Squat 20,40,60(smith) >> ½ Horiz Press (½ rep) me+10*3 >> Horiz Leg Press 103050 >> L/R Leg Ext 10*3~ >> L/R Leg Curl 30*3~ >> Heel Raise 305070- >> Leg Curl LR 888 >> Push Crunch 405060 >> Lift Crunch /null >> Treadmill cooldown /stairs high knee 15 >> Treadmill cooldown 

Workout; regards of leg extension, could use volume/reps, but partly not lifting hard, not to hurt, but am not pissing myself off, eventually unrealized mad goals where volume sets no adversity, is distance training do; don't skip leg day for a month; indirect object is absurd; front lats little raw; 

I mine is patience. 

[cute-sucker]

note: so yes i'm having sarah cameron brainrot :))) ESP her being dominant + in an apocalypse au !! please send me requests about her i'm begging :(

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sarah cameron in an apocalypse would lead you on you gently, with your hand wrapped around her pinkie as you guides you to a safer place. you would have her bandana in your mouth to keep quiet, and she'd make sure you didn't trip because you were too clumsy for your own good.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would sit you on her lap when you got too silent, and try to coax the words out of you with gentle words, "yeah, what do you need? i've got some beans we can share, yeah?" and you would pucker your lips, tears welling up in your eyes.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would know how stressful the situation is, and so when you got too sad, she'd try to pop in a dvd, a silly episode of winnie the poo as she held in you in her arms. you would fall a sleep immediately, warm in her strong arms, slobbering all over her sweater.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would try to make you smile at the weirdest times, while the two of you were running away, she'd try to give you her smile, winking at you while telling you that you were her smart sweet girl.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would fold you in her arms so tightly, you'd succumb to sleep in minutes, and if you felt her arms unwrap from you, you would wake up, fear striking your soul that she was gone.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would know exactly when you were going to fall, ready to protect you at all costs, and sometimes she knew when you felt too tired, as you toppled down, she'd catch you without a breeze sometimes causing raised eyebrows from pogues.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would tell you to pucker your lips before kissing you, telling you that you looked prettiest right next to her, relishing the way that you blushed during sunset, the dewy colors matching right next to her girl.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would have sharp knifes tapped to her sides, and sometimes when she didn't pay you attention, you'd wrap your fingers around the weapons, pretending to drop them. she's immediately scold you for your reckless behaviour, and you'd settle a shy smile on your face. you always got what you wanted.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would make you a solid meal, cracking some eggs, and sometimes when it was good some bread and beans, because it was a necessity to have you eat. you'd be sitting in her lap, as bouncing to something on the radio, smiling with a full stomach.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would be the worst when you put yourself in danger, sneaking out to the woods to be a fairy, because you felt whimsical, and you would sob telling her nothing was fun anymore. she'd coo telling you it wasn't safe anymore and if you wanted to be a good girl you had to listen to her.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would tell you about star signs when the two of you were on the run, and you forgot all the dangers of the world staring at her explain things to you, her finger pointed at the sky, and a determined look on her face.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would get overwhelmed sometimes, and she hated when you were near her when it happened, because she needed to take care of you, but instead you would take things into hand, braiding her long hair, and soothing her by holding her hand. she would fall asleep from your soft hands, and wake up with a sleepy look on her face.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would hate it when you kissed her in front of people, hating the PDA of it all, the way that jj would tease her about how soft she was with you, and then she'd give you a secret smile while you gave her a knowing look.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would ramble to you in her sleep, fingers grasping for you, seeking you even she was asleep, and you'd rest your hand on her warm cheek, as you tried to nestle closer to her soft body.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would take care of you no matter what <3

[droppingpetals]

will i ever stop reposting this ad bc i want more plots and ships ? the answer is no .

i’m looking for more plots, ships and rp partners bc i need a place to escape the rush and hurry of irl and i’d die for some new ships to obsess over !!  SO here’s my rp information :  

i only really write on discord now bc tumblr is a lot of work

i play both males and females and i’d appreciate it if you did too !

i do all pairings ( m/f, m/m and f/f )  with a slight preference for gay thangs !

i love playing characters of all ages — everything from 18 all the way up to even 50 is good to me, and i will give you my love if you do older muses with me ??

i absolutely LOVE pinterest boards n making playlists and edits and whatnot for ships

i have a bunch of character ideas i’d love to do and fcs i’d love to use and some of them will be listed underneath the read more, along with a few base plots to give an idea of what kind of plots i generally like to do ! but pls remember, the things i do are not limited to things that i’ve listed below !

if you’d be interested in writing with me, please go ahead & like this post and i shall come to you via tumblr ims <3

fcs i want to play but are not limited to :

kaya scodelario  /  keira knightley  /  ana de armas  /  axel auriant  /  cillian murphy  /  josh stewart  /  sebastian stan  /  andrew lincoln  /  elle fanning  /  katie mcgrath  /  amanda seyfried  /  lily collins  /  kristine froseth  /  lucy boynton  /  jaime lorente  /  arón piper  /  samara weaving  /  henrik holm  /  margaret qualley  /  rocco fasano  /  victoria pedretti  /  haley bennett  /  rachael taylor  /  álvaro rico  /  oliver jackson-cohen /  rosamund pike  /  rob james-collier  /  federico cesari  /  emily blunt  /  richard armitage   /  willa fitzgerald  /  michiel huisman  /  robert pattinson  /  emily vancamp  /  dan stevens  /  chase stokes  /  yvonne strahovski  /  matthew mcconaughey   /  !! björn mosten !!  /  all skam fcs  / the entire elite cast  / bridgerton cast!!!

fcs i’d love to play against but are not limited to :

henry cavill  /  james mcavoy  /  john krasinski  /  mike vogel  /  hugh dancy  /  richard madden  /  chris evans  /  gwilym lee  /  armie hammer  /  max irons  /  rocco fasano  /  oliver jackson-cohen  /  maxence danet-fauvel  /  jai courtney  /  evan roderick  /  chase stokes  /  literally any girl ever ok  /  jessica chastain  / all skam fcs  /  the entire elite cast  /  bridgerton cast!!!!

this list is much shorter bc i couldn’t come up with any more and these are just the ones that Really came to me off the top of my head

some plot ideas :

celeb x non celeb

period plots!!! historical plots!! anything based on period dramas!!!

mumus!!! give me plots with multiple muses!!

something kinda like outer banks ??

anything to do with the worlds of got / lotr / potc and such

domestic plots!!!! give me hs sweethearts who made it!!!! (but especially if it gay??) also divorced couple still having to be around each other bc kids and cue pining?? or any kind of other domestic plots!!! with fluff and angst!!!

college plots!!!! frat plots?? no homo plots??

fantasy plots?? i wanna dive into those, think got and lotr etc

crime plots!!! especially if you let me play a mob boss matthew mcconaughey!!!

apocalyptic plots!!!! zombies!!! zombie apocalypse plots!!!

this vibe?? “unlovable” characters experiencing love for the first time??

lowkey also toxic relationships .... give me a pair that doesnt work together but they’re so in love that they cant stay away :/

this plot!!! please!!! high school sweethearts!!!

sports plots?? ice hockey, football / soccer, cheerleading, figure skating??? boxing???

some ships i’ve also been dying to do :

brandon flynn x richard madden

timothée chalamet x armie hammer

andrew lincoln x hugh dancy

federico cesari x rocco fasano

axel auriant x maxence danet-fauvel

ana de armas x jai courtney / edgar ramirez

yvonne strahovski x jai courtney / henry cavill

emily blunt x john krasinski

lucy boynton x gwilym lee

rachael taylor x krysten ritter

regé-jean page x phoebe dynevor

[droppingpetals]

will i ever stop reposting this ad bc i want more plots and ships ? the answer is no .

i’m looking for more plots, ships and rp partners bc i need a place to escape the rush and hurry of irl and i’d die for some new ships to obsess over !!  SO here’s my rp information :  

i only really write on discord now bc tumblr is a lot of work

i play both males and females and i’d appreciate it if you did too !

i do all pairings ( m/f, m/m and f/f )  with a slight preference for gay thangs !

i love playing characters of all ages — everything from 18 all the way up to even 50 is good to me, and i will give you my love if you do older muses with me ??

i absolutely LOVE pinterest boards n making playlists and edits and whatnot for ships

i have a bunch of character ideas i’d love to do and fcs i’d love to use and some of them will be listed underneath the read more, along with a few base plots to give an idea of what kind of plots i generally like to do ! but pls remember, the things i do are not limited to things that i’ve listed below !

if you’d be interested in writing with me, please go ahead & like this post and i shall come to you via tumblr ims <3

fcs i want to play but are not limited to :

kaya scodelario  /  keira knightley  /  ana de armas  /  axel auriant  /  cillian murphy  /  josh stewart  /  sebastian stan  /  andrew lincoln  /  elle fanning  /  katie mcgrath  /  amanda seyfried  /  lily collins  /  kristine froseth  /  lucy boynton  /  jaime lorente  /  arón piper  /  samara weaving  /  henrik holm  /  margaret qualley  /  rocco fasano  /  victoria pedretti  /  haley bennett  /  rachael taylor  /  álvaro rico  /  oliver jackson-cohen /  rosamund pike  /  rob james-collier  /  federico cesari  /  emily blunt  /  richard armitage   /  willa fitzgerald  /  michiel huisman  /  robert pattinson  /  emily vancamp  /  dan stevens  /  chase stokes  /  yvonne strahovski  /  matthew mcconaughey   /  !! björn mosten !!  /  all skam fcs  / the entire elite cast  / bridgerton cast!!!

fcs i’d love to play against but are not limited to :

henry cavill  /  james mcavoy  /  john krasinski  /  mike vogel  /  hugh dancy  /  richard madden  /  chris evans  /  gwilym lee  /  armie hammer  /  max irons  /  rocco fasano  /  oliver jackson-cohen  /  maxence danet-fauvel  /  jai courtney  /  evan roderick  /  chase stokes  /  literally any girl ever ok  /  jessica chastain  / all skam fcs  /  the entire elite cast  /  bridgerton cast!!!!

this list is much shorter bc i couldn’t come up with any more and these are just the ones that Really came to me off the top of my head

some plot ideas :

period plots!!! historical plots!! anything based on period dramas!!!

mumus!!! give me plots with multiple muses!!

something kinda like outer banks ??

anything to do with the worlds of got / lotr / potc and such

domestic plots!!!! give me hs sweethearts who made it!!!! (but especially if it gay??) also divorced couple still having to be around each other bc kids and cue pining?? or any kind of other domestic plots!!! with fluff and angst!!!

college plots!!!! frat plots?? no homo plots??

fantasy plots?? i wanna dive into those, think got and lotr etc

crime plots!!! especially if you let me play a mob boss matthew mcconaughey!!!

apocalyptic plots!!!! zombies!!! zombie apocalypse plots!!!

this vibe?? “unlovable” characters experiencing love for the first time??

lowkey also toxic relationships .... give me a pair that doesnt work together but they’re so in love that they cant stay away :/

this plot!!! please!!! high school sweethearts!!!

sports plots?? ice hockey, football / soccer, cheerleading, figure skating??? boxing???

some ships i’ve also been dying to do :

brandon flynn x richard madden

timothée chalamet x armie hammer

andrew lincoln x hugh dancy

federico cesari x rocco fasano

axel auriant x maxence danet-fauvel

ana de armas x jai courtney / edgar ramirez

yvonne strahovski x jai courtney / henry cavill

emily blunt x john krasinski

lucy boynton x gwilym lee

rachael taylor x krysten ritter

regé-jean page x phoebe dynevor

[droppingpetals]

will i ever stop reposting this ad bc i want more plots and ships ? the answer is no .

i’m looking for more plots, ships and rp partners bc i need a place to escape the rush and hurry of irl and i’d die for some new ships to obsess over !!  SO here’s my rp information :  

i only really write on discord now bc tumblr is a lot of work

i play both males and females and i’d appreciate it if you did too !

i do all pairings ( m/f, m/m and f/f )  with a slight preference for gay thangs !

i love playing characters of all ages — everything from 18 all the way up to even 50 is good to me, and i will give you my love if you do older muses with me ??

i have a bunch of character ideas i’d love to do and fcs i’d love to use and some of them will be listed underneath the read more, along with a few base plots to give an idea of what kind of plots i generally like to do ! but pls remember, the things i do are not limited to things that i’ve listed below !

if you’d be interested in writing with me, please go ahead & like this post and i shall come to you via tumblr ims <3

fcs i want to play but are not limited to :

kaya scodelario  /  keira knightley  /  ana de armas  /  axel auriant  /  cillian murphy  /  josh stewart  /  sebastian stan  /  andrew lincoln  /  elle fanning  /  katie mcgrath  /  amanda seyfried  /  lily collins  /  kristine froseth  /  lucy boynton  /  jaime lorente  /  arón piper  /  samara weaving  /  henrik holm  /  margaret qualley  /  rocco fasano  /  victoria pedretti  /  haley bennett  /  rachael taylor  /  álvaro rico  /  oliver jackson-cohen /  rosamund pike  /  rob james-collier  /  federico cesari  /  emily blunt  /  richard armitage   /  willa fitzgerald  /  michiel huisman  /  robert pattinson  /  emily vancamp  /  dan stevens  /  chase stokes  /  yvonne strahovski  /  matthew mcconaughey   /  !! björn mosten !!  /  all skam fcs  / the entire elite cast

fcs i’d love to play against but are not limited to :

henry cavill  /  james mcavoy  /  john krasinski  /  mike vogel  /  hugh dancy  /  richard madden  /  chris evans  /  gwilym lee  /  armie hammer  /  max irons  /  rocco fasano  /  oliver jackson-cohen  /  maxence danet-fauvel  /  jai courtney  /  evan roderick  /  chase stokes  /  literally any girl ever ok  /  jessica chastain  / all skam fcs  /  the entire elite cast

this list is much shorter bc i couldn’t come up with any more and these are just the ones that Really came to me off the top of my head

some plot ideas :

celeb x non celeb

period plots!!! historical plots!!

mumus!!! give me plots with multiple muses!!

something kinda like outer banks ??

anything to do with the worlds of got / lotr / potc and such

domestic plots!!!! give me hs sweethearts who made it!!!! (but especially if it gay??) also divorced couple still having to be around each other bc kids and cue pining?? or any kind of other domestic plots!!! with fluff and angst!!!

college plots!!!! frat plots?? no homo plots??

fantasy plots?? i wanna dive into those, think got and lotr etc

crime plots!!! especially if you let me play a mob boss matthew mcconaughey!!!

apocalyptic plots!!!! zombies!!! zombie apocalypse plots!!!

this vibe?? “unlovable” characters experiencing love for the first time??

lowkey also toxic relationships .... give me a pair that doesnt work together but they’re so in love that they cant stay away :/

this plot!!! please!!! high school sweethearts!!!

sports plots?? ice hockey, football / soccer, cheerleading, figure skating??? boxing???

some ships i’ve also been dying to do :

brandon flynn x richard madden

timothée chalamet x armie hammer

andrew lincoln x hugh dancy

federico cesari x rocco fasano

axel auriant x maxence danet-fauvel

ana de armas x jai courtney / edgar ramirez

yvonne strahovski x jai courtney / henry cavill

emily blunt x john krasinski

lucy boynton x gwilym lee

rachael taylor x krysten ritter

[droppingpetals]

will i ever stop reposting this ad bc i want more plots and ships ? the answer is no .

i’m looking for more plots, ships and rp partners bc i need a place to escape the rush and hurry of irl and i’d die for some new ships to obsess over !!  SO here’s my rp information :  

i only really write on discord now bc tumblr is a lot of work

i play both males and females and i’d appreciate it if you did too !

i do all pairings ( m/f, m/m and f/f )  with a slight preference for gay thangs !

i love playing characters of all ages — everything from 18 all the way up to even 50 is good to me, and i will give you my love if you do older muses with me ??

i absolutely LOVE pinterest boards n making playlists and edits and whatnot for ships

i have a bunch of character ideas i’d love to do and fcs i’d love to use and some of them will be listed underneath the read more, along with a few base plots to give an idea of what kind of plots i generally like to do ! but pls remember, the things i do are not limited to things that i’ve listed below !

if you’d be interested in writing with me, please go ahead & like this post and i shall come to you via tumblr ims <3

fcs i want to play but are not limited to :

kaya scodelario  /  keira knightley  /  ana de armas  /  axel auriant  /  cillian murphy  /  josh stewart  /  sebastian stan  /  andrew lincoln  /  elle fanning  /  katie mcgrath  /  amanda seyfried  /  lily collins  /  kristine froseth  /  lucy boynton  /  jaime lorente  /  arón piper  /  samara weaving  /  henrik holm  /  margaret qualley  /  rocco fasano  /  victoria pedretti  /  haley bennett  /  rachael taylor  /  álvaro rico  /  oliver jackson-cohen /  rosamund pike  /  rob james-collier  /  federico cesari  /  emily blunt  /  richard armitage   /  willa fitzgerald  /  michiel huisman  /  robert pattinson  /  emily vancamp  /  dan stevens  /  chase stokes  /  yvonne strahovski  /  matthew mcconaughey   /  !! björn mosten !!  /  all skam fcs  / the entire elite cast  /  bridgerton cast!!!

fcs i’d love to play against but are not limited to :

henry cavill  /  james mcavoy  /  john krasinski  /  mike vogel  /  hugh dancy  /  richard madden  /  chris evans  /  gwilym lee  /  armie hammer  /  max irons  /  rocco fasano  /  oliver jackson-cohen  /  maxence danet-fauvel  /  jai courtney  /  evan roderick  /  chase stokes  /  literally any girl ever ok  /  jessica chastain  / all skam fcs  /  the entire elite cast  /  bridgerton cast!!!!

this list is much shorter bc i couldn’t come up with any more and these are just the ones that Really came to me off the top of my head

some plot ideas :

celeb x non celeb

period plots!!! historical plots!! anything based on period dramas!!!

mumus!!! give me plots with multiple muses!!

something kinda like outer banks ??

anything to do with the worlds of got / lotr / potc and such

domestic plots!!!! give me hs sweethearts who made it!!!! (but especially if it gay??) also divorced couple still having to be around each other bc kids and cue pining?? or any kind of other domestic plots!!! with fluff and angst!!!

college plots!!!! frat plots?? no homo plots??

fantasy plots?? i wanna dive into those, think got and lotr etc

crime plots!!! especially if you let me play a mob boss matthew mcconaughey!!!

apocalyptic plots!!!! zombies!!! zombie apocalypse plots!!!

this vibe?? “unlovable” characters experiencing love for the first time??

lowkey also toxic relationships .... give me a pair that doesnt work together but they’re so in love that they cant stay away :/

this plot!!! please!!! high school sweethearts!!!

sports plots?? ice hockey, football / soccer, cheerleading, figure skating??? boxing???

some ships i’ve also been dying to do :

brandon flynn x richard madden

timothée chalamet x armie hammer

andrew lincoln x hugh dancy

federico cesari x rocco fasano

axel auriant x maxence danet-fauvel

ana de armas x jai courtney / edgar ramirez

yvonne strahovski x jai courtney / henry cavill

emily blunt x john krasinski

lucy boynton x gwilym lee

rachael taylor x krysten ritter

regé-jean page x phoebe dynevor

[droppingpetals]

will i ever stop reposting this ad bc i want more plots and ships ? the answer is no .

i’m looking for more plots, ships and rp partners bc i need a place to escape the rush and hurry of irl and i’d die for some new ships to obsess over !!  SO here’s my rp information :  

i only really write on discord now bc tumblr is a lot of work

i play both males and females and i’d appreciate it if you did too !

i do all pairings ( m/f, m/m and f/f )  with a slight preference for gay thangs ! 

i love playing characters of all ages — everything from 18 all the way up to even 50 is good to me, and i will give you my love if you do older muses with me ??

i have a bunch of character ideas i’d love to do and fcs i’d love to use and some of them will be listed underneath the read more, along with a few base plots to give an idea of what kind of plots i generally like to do ! but pls remember, the things i do are not limited to things that i’ve listed below !

if you’d be interested in writing with me, please go ahead & like this post and i shall come to you via tumblr ims <3

fcs i want to play but are not limited to :

kaya scodelario  /  keira knightley  /  ana de armas  /  axel auriant  /  cillian murphy  /  josh stewart  /  sebastian stan  /  andrew lincoln  /  elle fanning  /  katie mcgrath  /  amanda seyfried  /  lily collins  /  kristine froseth  /  lucy boynton  /  jaime lorente  /  arón piper  /  samara weaving  /  henrik holm  /  margaret qualley  /  rocco fasano  /  victoria pedretti  /  haley bennett  /  rachael taylor  /  álvaro rico  /  oliver jackson-cohen /  rosamund pike  /  rob james-collier  /  federico cesari  /  emily blunt  /  richard armitage   /  willa fitzgerald  /  michiel huisman  /  robert pattinson  /  emily vancamp  /  dan stevens  /  chase stokes  /  yvonne strahovski  /  matthew mcconaughey   /  björn mosten  /  all skam fcs  / the entire elite cast

fcs i’d love to play against but are not limited to :

henry cavill  /  james mcavoy  /  john krasinski  /  mike vogel  /  hugh dancy  /  richard madden  /  chris evans  /  gwilym lee  /  armie hammer  /  max irons  /  rocco fasano  /  oliver jackson-cohen  /  maxence danet-fauvel  /  jai courtney  /  evan roderick  /  chase stokes  /  literally any girl ever ok  /  jessica chastain  / all skam fcs  /  the entire elite cast

this list is much shorter bc i couldn’t come up with any more and these are just the ones that Really came to me off the top of my head

some plot ideas :

celeb x non celeb

period plots!!! historical plots!!

mumus!!! give me plots with multiple muses!!

something kinda like outer banks ??

anything to do with the worlds of got / lotr / potc and such

domestic plots!!!! give me hs sweethearts who made it!!!! (but especially if it gay??) also divorced couple still having to be around each other bc kids and cue pining?? or any kind of other domestic plots!!! with fluff and angst!!!

college plots!!!! frat plots?? no homo plots??

fantasy plots?? i wanna dive into those, think got and lotr etc

crime plots!!! especially if you let me play a mob boss matthew mcconaughey!!!

apocalyptic plots!!!! zombies!!! zombie apocalypse plots!!!

this vibe?? “unlovable” characters experiencing love for the first time??

lowkey also toxic relationships .... give me a pair that doesnt work together but they’re so in love that they cant stay away :/

this plot!!! please!!! high school sweethearts!!!

sports plots?? ice hockey, football / soccer, cheerleading, figure skating??? boxing???

some ships i’ve also been dying to do :

brandon flynn x richard madden

timothée chalamet x armie hammer

andrew lincoln x hugh dancy

federico cesari x rocco fasano

axel auriant x maxence danet-fauvel

ana de armas x jai courtney / edgar ramirez

yvonne strahovski x jai courtney / henry cavill

emily blunt x john krasinski

lucy boynton x gwilym lee

rachael taylor x krysten ritter

[droppingpetals]

will i ever stop reposting this ad bc i want more plots and ships ? the answer is no .

i’m looking for more plots, ships and rp partners bc all this time on my hand is ?? truly boring me and i have so many things i wanna do .  SO i only really write on discord now, i play both males and females  &  i do all pairings ( m/f, m/m and f/f )  with a slight preference for gay thangs !  i’d really appreciate it if you also wrote both genders. i have a bunch of character ideas i’d love to do and fcs i’d love to use and some of them will be listed underneath, along with a few base plots to give an idea of what kind of plots i generally like to do ! but pls remember, the things i do are not limited to things that i’ve listed below !

if you’d be interested in writing with me, please go ahead & like this post and i shall come to you via tumblr ims <3

bonus points if you’ll do ships with older muses with me !

fcs i want to play but are not limited to :

kaya scodelario  /  keira knightley  /  ana de armas  /  axel auriant  /  cillian murphy  /  josh stewart  /  sebastian stan  /  andrew lincoln  /  elle fanning  /  katie mcgrath  /  amanda seyfried  /  lily collins  /  kristine froseth  /  lucy boynton  /  jaime lorente  /  arón piper  /  samara weaving  /  henrik holm  /  margaret qualley  /  rocco fasano  /  victoria pedretti  /  haley bennett  /  rachael taylor  /  álvaro rico  /  oliver jackson-cohen /  rosamund pike  /  rob james-collier  /  federico cesari  /  emily blunt  /  richard armitage   /  willa fitzgerald  /  michiel huisman  /  robert pattinson  /  emily vancamp  /  dan stevens  /  chase stokes  /  yvonne strahovski  /  all skam fcs  / the entire elite cast

fcs i’d love to play against but are not limited to :

henry cavill  /  james mcavoy  /  john krasinski  /  mike vogel  /  hugh dancy  /  richard madden  /  chris evans  /  gwilym lee  /  armie hammer  /  max irons  /  rocco fasano  /  oliver jackson-cohen  /  maxence danet-fauvel  /  jai courtney  /  evan roderick  /  chase stokes  /  literally any girl ever ok  /  jessica chastain  / all skam fcs  /  the entire elite cast

this list is much shorter bc i couldn’t come up with any more and these are just the ones that Really came to me off the top of my head

some plot ideas :

celeb x non celeb

period plots!!! historical plots!!

mumus!!! give me plots with multiple muses!!

something kinda like outer banks ??

anything to do with the worlds of got / lotr / potc and such

domestic plots!!!! give me hs sweethearts who made it!!!! (but especially if it gay??) also divorced couple still having to be around each other bc kids and cue pining?? or any kind of other domestic plots!!! with fluff and angst!!!

college plots!!!! frat plots?? no homo plots??

fantasy plots?? i wanna dive into those, think got and lotr etc

apocalyptic plots!!!! zombies!!! zombie apocalypse plots!!!

this vibe?? “unlovable” characters experiencing love for the first time??

lowkey also toxic relationships .... give me a pair that doesnt work together but they’re so in love that they cant stay away :/

this plot!!! please!!! high school sweethearts!!!

sports plots?? ice hockey, football / soccer, cheerleading, figure skating??? boxing???

some ships i’ve also been dying to do :

brandon flynn x richard madden

timothée chalamet x armie hammer

andrew lincoln x hugh dancy

federico cesari x rocco fasano

axel auriant x maxence danet-fauvel

ana de armas x jai courtney / edgar ramirez

yvonne strahovski x jai courtney / henry cavill

emily blunt x john krasinski

lucy boynton x gwilym lee

rachael taylor x krysten ritter

[nemesyaaa]

" if you wanted to be a good girl, you had to listen to her" I NEED SARAH CAMERON IN AN APOCALYPSE. SHE'S SO OVERPROTECTIVE DANGEROUS GIRLFRIEND-CODED AND I NEED HER

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would know exactly when you were going to fall, ready to protect you at all costs, and sometimes she knew when you felt too tired, as you toppled down, she'd catch you without a breeze sometimes causing raised eyebrows from pogues. SHE'S THE ONE MOMMA, SHE'S THE ONE. MY DEAR KNIGHT

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would try to make you smile at the weirdest times, while the two of you were running away, she'd try to give you her smile, winking at you while telling you that you were her smart sweet girl. I LOVE YOUR HDC'S WITH MY WHOLE HEART

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would sit you on her lap when you got too silent, and try to coax the words out of you with gentle words, "yeah, what do you need? i've got some beans we can share, yeah?" and you would pucker your lips, tears welling up in your eyes. she's so precious ✨🥰

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would lead you on you gently, with your hand wrapped around her pinkie as you guides you to a safer place. you would have her bandana in your mouth to keep quiet, and she'd make sure you didn't trip because you were too clumsy for your own good. LEADER!SARAH >>>>>>>>

i need a longer one-shot with sarah in a apocalypse actually, bc it was so good to read and lovely

note: so yes i'm having sarah cameron brainrot :))) ESP her being dominant + in an apocalypse au !! please send me requests about her i'm begging :(

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sarah cameron in an apocalypse would lead you on you gently, with your hand wrapped around her pinkie as you guides you to a safer place. you would have her bandana in your mouth to keep quiet, and she'd make sure you didn't trip because you were too clumsy for your own good.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would sit you on her lap when you got too silent, and try to coax the words out of you with gentle words, "yeah, what do you need? i've got some beans we can share, yeah?" and you would pucker your lips, tears welling up in your eyes.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would know how stressful the situation is, and so when you got too sad, she'd try to pop in a dvd, a silly episode of winnie the poo as she held in you in her arms. you would fall a sleep immediately, warm in her strong arms, slobbering all over her sweater.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would try to make you smile at the weirdest times, while the two of you were running away, she'd try to give you her smile, winking at you while telling you that you were her smart sweet girl.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would fold you in her arms so tightly, you'd succumb to sleep in minutes, and if you felt her arms unwrap from you, you would wake up, fear striking your soul that she was gone.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would know exactly when you were going to fall, ready to protect you at all costs, and sometimes she knew when you felt too tired, as you toppled down, she'd catch you without a breeze sometimes causing raised eyebrows from pogues.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would tell you to pucker your lips before kissing you, telling you that you looked prettiest right next to her, relishing the way that you blushed during sunset, the dewy colors matching right next to her girl.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would have sharp knifes tapped to her sides, and sometimes when she didn't pay you attention, you'd wrap your fingers around the weapons, pretending to drop them. she's immediately scold you for your reckless behaviour, and you'd settle a shy smile on your face. you always got what you wanted.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would make you a solid meal, cracking some eggs, and sometimes when it was good some bread and beans, because it was a necessity to have you eat. you'd be sitting in her lap, as bouncing to something on the radio, smiling with a full stomach.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would be the worst when you put yourself in danger, sneaking out to the woods to be a fairy, because you felt whimsical, and you would sob telling her nothing was fun anymore. she'd coo telling you it wasn't safe anymore and if you wanted to be a good girl you had to listen to her.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would tell you about star signs when the two of you were on the run, and you forgot all the dangers of the world staring at her explain things to you, her finger pointed at the sky, and a determined look on her face.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would get overwhelmed sometimes, and she hated when you were near her when it happened, because she needed to take care of you, but instead you would take things into hand, braiding her long hair, and soothing her by holding her hand. she would fall asleep from your soft hands, and wake up with a sleepy look on her face.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would hate it when you kissed her in front of people, hating the PDA of it all, the way that jj would tease her about how soft she was with you, and then she'd give you a secret smile while you gave her a knowing look.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would ramble to you in her sleep, fingers grasping for you, seeking you even she was asleep, and you'd rest your hand on her warm cheek, as you tried to nestle closer to her soft body.

sarah cameron in an apocalypse would take care of you no matter what <3