#renton fanfiction

[loycspotting]

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[punksdontgetold]

So I just finished writing another chapter. This one takes place during the T2 timeline and aims to explore the characters' motivations and where they are emotionally (spoiler: all over the place).

It's funny how many things make sense when you watch the movie, and then you think about that, and the reasons behind characters' choices can be quite puzzling... And THEN you look at it through a romantic angle and you're like, wow, this makes so much sense now.

*adjust her tinfoil hat*.

There were choices made there. Writing choices, directing choices, acting choices. A whole team worked hard to bring this homoerotic sexual tension to life, so I'm just doing my part at expanding it.

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Veronika overhears snippets of Mark and Simon's conversation: "Ye've got Combat Rock on vinyl?" "Wha dae ye tak me fur? Ah hae aw their albums..." "Even the ones efter they sold oot?" "Whit are ye talkin' aboot—"

She then watches Simon mechanically pick off the meat from several slices, piling it onto others. Without hesitation, Mark reaches over, grabs one of the meat-free slices, and stuffs it in his mouth. Simon takes a slice with double pepperoni, and they keep going back and forth about which punk bands sold out and which didn't without missing a beat.

Veronika can't contain her confusion. "What are you doing?" she asks.

[parvulous-writings]

Could I request dating headcanons for Renton, Micheal, Markus, and IIvon with gn s/o?

Absolutely you can! Just note, if there's any spelling errors or things that don't make sense, please let me know; I wrote this whilst buzzing on work-made vanilla coca-cola, and that stuff is SUGUARY!!

Apologies, also, for these taking so long! I've been working on the BG3 fic on the side, and I got lost in it!

Warnings: None! These guys are just... So sweet. They all take place in their home environs! (The Hillmane farm, Rivington, and Moonrise outside of the shadow curse!)

Renton

Renton is the epitome of 'tries his best' (in a sweet way). He's never been in a relationship before, but he'll do everything he can to show that he cares for you!

Affection is frequent with him, he loves to hold your hand, and take you on walks around the fields of the farm for hours on end. Getting tired? Fear not! He shall carry you! He has those strong arms for a REASON (outside of farm work).

He likes having picnics, in a clearing in the woods just on the outside of the Hillmane farm - you go there at LEAST once a week in summer! When Winter comes, though, he and his father cook meals for you!

He teaches you how to care for animals; their needs, the attention they require - he even starts to show you the individual animal's preferences! He gets a bit nervous when it comes to lambing season, though... What if you think it's all too gross? What if you think he's gross, for helping out? Regardless of what you end up thinking, he shows you how to bottle feed the lambs once they are able to be bottle fed!

If/when he finds out that romantic relationships don't usually start off so hands-on, he feels a little bit guilty. He didn't mean to make you feel like you had to work to earn his love - that was never the case. He just found such joy, and wonder in sharing his life with you.

Micheal

Micheal tries to do everything 'properly' - the full courting process. Dinners, nights out in the gardens of the upper city, spoiling you with gifts - both bought and homemade. He takes things slowly, never wanting to rush you or himself; each moment feels like it's own dose of bliss.

It's only a couple of months before he's introducing you to his family - purely because it's so large, it'd be hard to avoid them all for too much longer. It goes smoothly, and Micheal introduces them all individually, so that you don't get too overwhelmed.

His family is important to him - very much so - but if you don't want to spend a huge amount of time around them, he's amicable about that, he's all too aware about how loud and overwhelming his brothers can be at times, so he doesn't take any offence of that choice, should you take it. However, he won't miss out on too many family occasions - he does always extend an invitation to you, though.

He likes taking you to various inns and taverns to eat in the lower city; that's your typical date with him. Sure, it can be loud and rowdy, but more often than not, Micheal books a lovely intimate booth in the corner, away from the majority of the noise and drunkards.

Markus

Markus can be a bit... Unconventional, compared to the others here. Spending a lot of his time transforming in and out of wildshape has blurred the lines a bit between his more human and animalistic natures. He'll become almost over-protective of you, seeing most other men around you as 'competition'. He is almost too eager to fight with others to gain your affection, but tries to restrain himself, so that he doesn't scare you off.

He likes to take walks through the woods with you; showing you his favourite spots to forage for mushrooms, telling you where to find certain wildflowers. He'll also take you to his favourite tree to nap under - an old Oak tree, that must have been there for at least a couple of centuries. He absolutely loves it - the way he speaks of it, it's like a second home to him.

Expect a lot of gifts; mainly furs and hides with some food - especially when it's coming up to Winter. He tans all the hides himself, and tries to make sure that the furs will be warm enough to keep the deep Winter chill away from you. He'd hate for you to get cold.

Ilvon

Ilvon likes to teach; philosophy, botany, weaving, you name it - he's a natural teacher and he loves to share his knowledge, especially with his beloved. He takes his time, and if you need to be shown or have something explained to you more than once, he's more than happy to help go through it again, slower or in a different way to help you understand.

He helps you understand the animals of the woods surrounding Moonrise. The foxes, wolves, birds and deer - all of them. He teaches you how to identify the tracks of different breeds, or the different types of birdsong. He always tells you about how it's important to stay close and connected with nature, as it is an integral part of the world order, and without it, the whole world may have been drastically, and catastrophically different.

He likes to read with you - or to you, it doesn't really matter. He has many many books that he shares with you, and his druidic clan. Long stories after a day of foraging in the summer is an absolute must, with him. The same with ballads - in the winter, when both of your hands are too cold to turn the pages of a book, he will sing to you. Stories of the gods, of heroes, and of nature. Anything that comes to mind, he will hold you close and sing to you.

[miseries-mistress]

BY THE WAY I LOVE U

but however, i would still really like to request a fic (at least a small sketch/drabble) on mark renton, maybe something with obsession.

I will look forward to it, i so want to see mark in yer performance, honey!

THE EYES OF ANOTHER | MARK RENTON

Synopsis: The led lights ghosted over Mark's skin, the music a constant thrum under his fingertips. He was out drinking again with his friends, the remains of heroin being the perfect high to get through the night without a woman at his side- or so he thought. 

Warnings: female reader, mentions of sex, alcohol, heroin, making out, pretty mild tbh. W/C: 1592

Notes: I have been sick for the past two and a half weeks, so i am so incredibly sorry for the lack of updates. i will try to post more frequently and get some of my requests done. this has been sitting in my drafts for months, and i have finally found the energy to edit it. i will try to write something else with possession for mark and tag you in it, but right now, this is the best i can do (btw i love you too <33)

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Mark Renton had come to know a few things in his life. He had what most men could ever want, heroin, pure as the devil's snow, and a couple of friends to share it with. For a while, Mark was content with the few necessities of life he had acquired. After all, what problem was there that heroin couldn't solve?

It turned out that a bar was where he found the answer to that.

He was sitting between Spud and Tommy; the remnants of the heroin in his veins let him coast between the paradise of no worries with a flimsy grasp on reality, just enough to make him remember the euphoric feeling when it left his system entirely. 

Begbie was waving his hands sporadically, his voice carrying above the bass of the music pumping. He had a girl, drunk enough to be a blackout, hanging off his arms while his hands roughly grouped at her flesh. He didn't know where the fuck Sick Boy or Spud's first girlfriend in six months was, and from the looks of it, they didn't know either. Then there was Tommy's girlfriend, who snuggled under his muscular arms while he moved wisps of her hair out of her face. 

Disgusting, Mark thought to himself, turning away from the affectionate couple. He was surrounded by people clouded with lust or, in Tommy's case, love that Mark realized what heroin in all its glory could never do for him; sex. 

It was a weird writhing feeling in his chest that persuaded him to abruptly stand from his seat, his mind fixed on drowning the foreign feeling in his chest. Yes, anything was better than wallowing in self-pity when his mind could be floating further into an infinite abyss where his anxieties could never truly reach him. 

He flagged the bartender, and the man gave an acknowledging nod, knowing Mark well enough to have his order memorized. His fingers tapped against the sticky hardwood. Well, his skin stuck to a mixture of alcohol, and…he couldn't tell what was mixed with the alcohol besides the dash of blood. Out of boredom more than anything else, he laid the palm of his hand against the surface. He let his hand stick before he pulled it off, his flesh stretching as it clung to the stick before his hand was fully released. He flexed his hand, the substance adhering to his palm in an uncomfortable sticky mess.  

His drink was set in front of him, and his hand dived into his pockets to fish out the appropriate change. He stopped his eye from becoming as wide saucers as adrenaline began loudly thrumming through his poisoned veins. 

He didn't have his wallet. 

Now Mark knew damn well that he had stuffed his wallet in his jeans. He never left the house without it. Meaning, from the limited options he's left with, it's been stolen. 

He curses himself, his mouth moving to form more profanities before a self-assured, feminine voice speaks up. 

"And that man's drink, too, since he seems to be having a bit of trouble."

What caught him off guard was not someone else paying for his drink or the apparent lack of a Scottish accent but the…woman in the voice... 

A woman was talking to him. 

Him. 

Mark Renton. 

His head moved at the sound of your voice as you slid over the appropriate change. The bartender almost imperceptibly raised his eyebrow, knowing him well enough that women never talk to him and surely none of your stature. But, on the other hand, Mark is sure he's never seen anyone so beautiful. The sight of you was enough to start that climb that he could only reach with the addictive buzz of drugs. 

"Thanks," is all he manages to utter, his eyes still fixated on you. 

"No problem…Mark Renton?" His ears perk at his name, leaving your lips. It's such a sweet sound, like it was laced with seduction and all things beautiful, incarnated into one voice that seemed to rise brilliantly above the rest. He's almost too caught up in his love-sick daze to realize you know his name. 

Almost. 

"How do you know my…." 

Your fingers thread through the fading wallet, raising it between your fingers for show. It takes Mark a second to recognize the wallet as his own, and his body snaps to attention. How in the world did you pickpocket him? Was he that far gone not to feel a hand in his pants- not to mention yours? 

"I couldn't help myself. I hope you don't mind," you sheepishly smile, tossing the wallet back to Mark. Immediately his hand digs into his cash, frowning at the amount. He definitely left his apartment with more in there. 

He stares at you, dumbfounded, before it clicks, and his face falls into understanding. Not only did you pay for his drink with his own money, but with your own. You chuckle, raising your glass to your lips, as you seem to understand his expression. 

"I warned you." You take a sip, taking pleasure in the sight of Mark while he blinks at you before taking his drink, swallowing the pale brown liquid while his irises observe you curiously. 

Before Mark had given himself any time to think about it, he took a bold step forward. He wasn't one to initiate things; hell, he hardly moved from his seat next to Spud, but now this odd sense of purpose was filling his chest. It took ahold of him, grasping him firmly towards you, a woman who had heartily captured his attention and his heart. 

"What's your name?" 

"Why do you want to know that, Mark?" you purr, meeting him halfway, drink still loosely held in your hand, your cocky smirk never diminishing.

Under the strobe lights, headache-inducing music with just the right amount of heroin and alcohol consuming any insecurity he might have previously had, he takes time to admire the structure of your face, the slope of your nose, the curve of your brow, the flutter of your lashes with the gentle purse of your lips, igniting a flame inside him that he had not felt for a long while; desire. It slowly filled him, tainting his mind into wanting something beyond playful banter. 

"Well, I like you a lot," he shouted over the music, and your smirk dissolved into a smile.

"We just met."

 "That's the point." You both share a laugh as you shake your head. Mark's irises remain transfixed on you as if you're pulling him in with some kind of spell. You must feel the electricity brimming in your veins because you look up to find his eyes overflowing with an admiration you don't often see in men. 

That same electricity winds around his heart, pulling him closer. His heart pounds so wildly against his rib cage that his mind briefly flickers to the possibility that you're able to hear it. Within seconds, your lips crash together, molding forcefully and earnestly with your honeysuckle ones. The kiss is filled with wild abandon, desperate for contact as Mark's hands find your waist upon instinct. Electricity sparks with each touch, sending you both spiraling further down the rabbit hole of untamed passion. It consumes you, molding you into him, and you can't think of a time when you've fit so perfectly with someone like pieces of a previously unsolved puzzle. 

Mark finds himself much in the same boat, his thoughts wrapped around the noose of arousal, suffocating him under his own craving. He can see why his friends are so addicted to sex. If a kiss felt this good, then your body would be an unimaginable pleasure he was certainly not worthy of.

His tongue pushes its way through the barricade of your teeth, exploring every crevice he can find, his body pressing closer to yours to chase the sweet friction you grace him with. 

He earns a delicious whine from the depths of your throat, and it spurs him on further. While swept up in your aromatic taste, he floats on a cloud, drowning in bliss and yearning as the rest of the bar fades into white noise. 

Unfortunately, Mark tugs his lips from yours first, gulping in the stale air while his eyes, shaky with pent-up lust, find yours, surprised to discover them in a similar state as his. 

"I never got your name." You chuckle, your head falling to his chest, your finger running over the fabric above his heart. Finally, you whisper your name, and his eyes close in bliss, the echo of your words turning his heart into mush. Yeah, Mark could get used to this.

[fent8nyl]

how i be feeling after writing my first fic ever

[junkieboyfriend]

Rover / Sickrent - Excerpt

Alison grabbed Mark’s arm, both of them in a drugged state, Renton glanced at her and lifted a brow.

“Ye shouldnae be daein’ this tae yersel’, Rents.” Her eyes were wired, but oddly glazed over

“Eh?” Renton responds simplistically,

“Ye dun have tae explain yersel’, Ah ken about yew an’... the blond.” She tried to remain vague, since they weren’t alone.

“Awe, aye, ‘s no like that-” Mark starts, but he’s quickly cut off,

“Ah dun care, Ah dun want tae ken. Ah just dun think ye should dae this tae yersel’.” She replied genuinely, “Get out, Rents, while ye still can.” 

Renton looked at her like she had two heads, but they both knew he was being purposefully obtuse. 

“E’s a rover, Rents, that's all Ah’m sayin’.”

“‘S been fun, Ally, but Ah’ve got tae get my coat.”

Ally looked away, dissatisfied with Renton’s inability to be genuine, but unable to do much else. 

[littleoddwriter]

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Last updated: October 29, 2023

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ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

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Murdoc

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Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

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Goodnight Robicheaux

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EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi 

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

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Black Hat

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Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

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Eli Sunday

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Klitz

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Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

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Bobby

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Carlos Reyes*

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Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

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TK Strand*

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Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

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Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

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Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

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Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

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Bo Sinclair

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Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

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Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman  

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher  

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

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Qui-Gon Jinn

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Klitz

Eli

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Jack Lassen

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Legs

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Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

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Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

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Anton (Movie)

Deacon

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Laszlo Cravensworth

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Viago

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Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU) 

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Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

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Judy Alvarez

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Callie Adams Foster

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Jane Vaughn

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Panam Palmer

Ryan Dunn

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Harland Mckenna

Artemis Crock

Adam Banks

Emma Nelson

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Lucy Pevensie

Connor Kent

Peyton Sawyer

Edmund Pevensie

Connie Monreau

Kung Jin

Carol Peletier

Guy Germaine

Brooke Davis

Johnny Knoxville

Emily Fields

Ben Hanscom

Jacqui Briggs

Charlie Conway

Beth Greene

Luis Mendoza

Amelia Sheperd

Elliott Alderson

Heather Mason

John Wick

Azula

Takashi Takeda

Beth Dutton

Aragorn

Cassie Cage

Kazuma Kiryu

Megan Morse

Chris Pontius

Ellie Nash

Legolas Greenleaf

Mariana Foster

Dick Grayson

Lara Croft

Frankie Morales

Sera

Mark Renton

Julia Salinger

Rip Wheeler

Pixie O'brien

Casi

Foxy Cleopatra

Austin Powers

[stardancerluv]

Past and Present the Bookends of Life

Part 6

Summary: With Begbie back..what has to be done

He sighed, “Little dove,” He kissed the top of your head. “I just got some bad news.” His stomach was churning, as he gently eased himself up, so he was sitting with his back against your headboard.

Moving, to get comfy yourself, you leaned resting your elbow on his thigh. He gently, idly caressed your arm. “What happened?” Seeing the concern in your eyes made the churning in his stomach worse.

He really should have thought this out better. Begbie wouldn’t hesitate to you. He still remembered the girl at the bar when he had so carelessly tossed the glass. Making a big deal of it but more concerned about his reputation then her bloodied face.

Mark, pressed his lips together, he looked at you. Honesty, was always the best but if it meant losing you. He brought a hit to his breath. “You might not like me after what I have to tell you.”

You sat up, and shifted closer to him. You reached up and cupped his cheek. “Mark,” you looked as if your were struggling for the right words. “Look, I don’t want to scare you away sounding sappy but I really like you. And well, just tell me. We can always talk it out if it as bad as you think.”

He exhaled. “Alright. See Begbie was a big time gangster. He wanted us to help buy a serious amount of heroin. We did and then we helped him resell it in London. In short, when everyone was asleep, I took the duffle bag with all the cash and I left. I started a new life for myself. With it, I bought the building that would become my night club.”

You nodded. “Alright.”

Your silence worried him.

“So should you go and talk with your friend Spud or Simon?”

He nodded then. “Yeah, I should go and talk to Simon, by now he’s probably at his bar.”

You cupped his cheek. Your hand was so soft and warm it instantly relaxed him. “I can come with you if you want. I don’t have to go to the coffee shop till tonight.”

He pulled you hand so he could kiss your palm. “I would like that very much.”

*****

Coming, out of the shower he wiped the steam off the mirror and braced himself against the counter that held the sink. Damn, what lucky star had decided to shine down him when he met you.

He sighed as you came over and wrapped your arms around his middle. You placed a kiss on his back.

“If we ever take a trip I am letting you pick the room, this hotel is nice.” You smiled at him and then fluttered off.

“If Bagbie doesn’t kill me, we’re taking a trip!” He called back out to you.

“I like the sound of that.” You said back.

Walking into the hotel room proper, he went over and kissed the top of your head. “Maybe I will let you pick where we stay.

You giggled. “I’d like that.”

******

He had let you drive the two of them over to Simon’s bar. When the two of you walked in, he was playing a game of pool with Veronika.

He pulled you close, kissing your temple. Moving, he glanced at Simon, sharing a look he nodded.

He turned towards you. “Would you mind going and talking to Veronika, so Simon and I can talk?”

You gave him a soft smile. “Not at all. Her and I got a long.”

As he walked over to Simon, he watched as you went over to her. Happily, you greeted each other with a hug and then sliding into the booth you both were excitedly talking not long after.

Simon, leaned against the pool table. “I know that look.”

“Yeah.” He sighed, he scratched the back of his head. “Begbie, is back in town.”

“Shit. I thought you were going to tell me you were heading back to Amsterdam.”

“I probably should.”

Simon nodded. “Yeah, but hey we can’t let him have his way.”

“Right, so what are we going to do?”

@rentskenobi @mac-n-cheesie @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @king-trash-goblin @pooshnulooshnu @the-mandalorian-clone-lover

[horniejunkie]

[loycspotting]

(Ewan) Character Ask Game

This character ask game is from @epickiya722

Rules: Send a Ewan character + one of these questions for me to answer in my ask box. In turn, I will send YOU a Ewan character + question in your ask box.

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

11. Would you date this character?

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

23. Favorite picture of this character?

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

26. FREEBIE QUESTION!!

[punksdontgetold]

Choose Life

So, if someone told me two months ago that I'd write almost 30,000 words in 60 days, I would have never believed them. Or that I will be waking up at night with new ideas, jotting them down, then waking up again in the morning and editing them, and this will last for weeks... I don't know what writing bug bit me, but I just can't stop.

So part 1 is done, and I couldn't be prouder of myself even if it's a niche pairing in a small fandom. Or that might be the reason for my writing motivation; having not found the stories I wanted, I decided to write them myself. Small fandoms yay!

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"Yer heart is racin' 'cause it widens yer blood vessels," says Sick Boy, who is apparently a drug scientist now. "This drops yer blood pressure, and that's why ye're feelin' the buzz. Also, makes yer muscles relax, makin' everythin' smoother. Perfect fur anal sex."

"Fuck off," says Renton.

Sick Boy is not deterred. "Why?" He says seductively as he leans closer and starts kissing Rentont's neck, giving him goosebumps, "Ah've got lube an' aw. Ah knoo ye want it."

Yeah, but not with this version of you, thinks Renton. "Simon, no," he says instead.

[parvulous-writings]

I have several questions about your BG3 ocs again! I'm still curious!

What are Renton, Micheal, Markus, and Ilvon's heights?

How do they feel about physical touch?

Are they affectionate (physically or emotionally) to anyone or just their loved ones?

How protective are they of their loved ones?

How good are they at reading & writing? Thanks! - Fluff anon

Fluff... I love when you submit anything, praise be to you!!

Warnings: Spoilers for the end of Act 2 in Markus' section, very vague allusions to bedroom time in Ilvon's (very vague indeed, but still.)

Renton

Renton stands a little taller than Gale, at a good ol' 6'1 - or 185.4cm! So, a little over average - and paired with his buff build, makes him the perfect farmhand.

He's a big fan of physical touch! He loves hugs, holding hands with his significant other, and cheek kisses! The only PDA he gets embarrassed about - particularly when he's in his early twenties - is kisses on the lips. He also gives piggy backs to his friends, should they need or want them.

Renton becomes very affectionate once he gets to know someone - side hugs and shoulder pats for his newer friends, full on hugs and hair ruffles for closer friends, and a lot of hand-holding for his significant other. Touch is very important to him! He's also a brilliant listener, and can be quite emotionally vulnerable when the conversation veers that way. He's a bit awkward with his words when he wants to tell someone he cares for or about them, but he does eventually manage to get the message across. He thinks.

Renton can be quite protective - not in a jealous way, moreso just if they are in any kind of danger or risk of getting hurt, he becomes quite protective. He can and will charge into very stupid situations to try and help his loved ones. Think... Taking on three trolls at once, with not a huge amount of combat experience. With nothing but a sword. That's Renton.

He can read at a very basic level - fairy tales, and general notes and such, but he isn't very good at grasping higher level academic books, they confuse him a lot, especially when he has to tackle a long word. His writing is also average - and very sketchy, think chicken scratch. He tries his best, but it's not always legible.

Micheal

A nice, round 6ft, or 182cm!

Physical touch is mainly reserved for those closest to him - family, very close friends, and lovers. He 'll pat shoulders, but unless there is a deep or long-standing bond between him and the other party, he doesn't do much more than that. It's nothing against anyone, it's just a boundary that he maintains, he likes keeping that kind of display for those who have a place in his heart.

He often tells people how honoured he is to have them as a friend, and if he's speaking to a lover, this is kicked up several notches; he'll tell them how handsome or pretty they look, how they grace him with their presence, and how lucky he is to have them. Any woes of theirs, he'll listen to, and try to help in any way that he is able to - be that through cuddling to block out the rest of the world, or taking action to sort the source of whatever the issue may be.

Like Renton, Micheal isn't protective in a jealous way. He lets them fight their own battles, too - he won't immediately step in to aid them. If he knows they can or will manage, he lets them take that path. If they are out of their depth, however, he sees it as his duty to aid them in any way that he can.

Micheal is very well read, and has bea

utiful hand-writing; he's well educated, and was originally going to study law before he chose to instead take his paladin oath and leave home. Even after so long away from studies and 'normal' life, he has that cursive style to his written hand.

Markus

He is 5'9-5'10 (Probably around 176cm)!

Markus isn't a massive fan of physical touch from most people. The only ones who ever got a pass to touch him were (formerly) Laenna, and of course, Ilvon. The only time he really goes to hug anyone outside of this is during moments of extreme emotion - such as the defeat of Ketheric Thorm at Moonrise. During moments like this, he can hardly contain himself, so it practically bursts out of him, like a flower during spring; only, a flower doesn't hug nor squeeze as tight as Markus does. When he regains his composure a few moments later, he pretends as if nothing happened.

The only one he shows affection for - before any relationship - is Ilvon. They're incredibly close - and Ilvon is the only one that Markus truly feels that he can trust, now that Laenna is gone. He rarely shows affection when in front of or around others, but he likes sleeping close to Ilvon. He's not exactly emotionally available at first, either. Markus isn't entirely helpful when it comes to being there for someone emotionally, because he has a lot of anger, hatred, and a few other issues that he needs to heal from first.

He can be protective - it depends on the type of relationship he has with someone. If you're just friends, he's not overly protective, if at all. If you're lovers, however, he can become over-protective, and even jealous at times. He doesn't like people threatening or taking what he views as 'his' - it's his more animalistic side rearing it's head, something he very much should work to control.

He's fairly well-read; he's studied druid texts and doctrine in his youth, so he's no stranger to longer words, prose or - in some instances - legalese. His handwriting wouldn't tell the same story, however. It's rough, and he'll often break a couple of quills whilst trying to write a letter, he can be very heavy handed at times.

Ilvon

6'2, or 187cm!

Ilvon is perfectly fine with physical touch, though he isn't usually the one to initiate it! He's often nervous of overstepping someone's boundary when it comes to touch, so lets whomever he is with take the lead on that front. He gives some of the best hugs! One of his favourite things to do with someone he's close to - either friend or lover - is take their hand in his lap, and just hold it, or play with their fingers, to occupy himself during campfire conversations.

He's affectionate with anyone who needs it - he's very much a calm healer of any group he's in, in an emotional or physical sense. He could be seen as a therapist friend, in some regard. But he loves being able to provide any sense of comfort, to his friends, family, or loved ones. He shows his affection through teaching - such as the way he leads his life, if you were to ask him a question, he would gladly answer - and gift giving. Sometimes the gifts are a bit... Unconventional, but they all have reasoning behind them.

Ilvon is constantly checking in to make sure everyone is alright - how they're feeling, if they've had enough food, if they're too tired to continue on the road right now and need a break. This extends to more intimate moments with lovers, as well - always checking in. Openness and honesty is Ilvon's bread and butter when it comes to protecting those around him, even if he can't always help physically (which he does, in fact, try to avoid).

Like Markus, he's well read on doctrine and the teachings of Silvanus. He has absolutely no issue with reading such subjects - and will, when he has the opportunity - seek out such texts to read for pleasure, he likes to challenge himself. His writing is much more elegant that his younger peer, and flows like a scholar's. He likes to decorate his written words as well, making certain letters look like animals when he deems appropriate.

[kneamet]

black sun

Trigger Warning: angst, obsession, depressive thoughts, drabble

Word Count: 634

Character: mark renton/reader

black sun

A small round ball was hiding itself behind clouds in the sky; direct rays, like hands, were trying to reach through an open window to a completely numb body lying on the dirty floor — a syringe was sticking out of his hand, the needle remained in a frozen vein, and his fingers tightly squeezed the girl's wrist. Mark was closing his eyes, his eyelids were sticking together, he was almost falling asleep. He was empty, but he behaved like an arrogant prince and tried so hard to prove his importance. Renton fucked it up with a bang, but music and drugs became his culture of protest.

He was a child of pills and advertising. He became what he became, broke all concepts, and there were almost no emotions left, only useless words and soulless actions. Mark was barely breathing, another second and he would have fallen asleep, his body was almost numb — he felt nothing but a thin wrist that he squeezed with all his strength. She screamed, cried, tried to escape, but he wouldn't let her—it's already passed... how much..? five months, at least, you could have gotten used to it a long time ago.

But no, why does everything always have to be solved through violence? Mark didn't move, he was afraid to scare off his tearful beloved, who didn't even have the strength to cry, and touched his stomach with his right hand, which was not covered by a yellow children's T-shirt with an obsessive print. His gaze is clouded, he turned his head in your direction, with his mouth slightly open and looked at you — in his mind, in his heroin-addled brain, you seemed to him like an angel, just folded his brilliant blinding wings.

“If you only knew how damn much I love you."

In response, she only pursed her lips, turned away to the large window and slightly blinked her eyes from the scorching sun, but did not pull out her hand. Couldn't, was afraid. And Mark didn't feel happy, realizing this fact; it had been boiling under his spoon for a long time, but he couldn't do anything. A hundred minutes a second flashed before his eyes, he had never felt so good before — you became his drug, he wanted to be saturated with you again and again. She was perfection in his eyes.

He wanted to touch her, she was so close, but so far away. She was sitting, covered with a battered blue plaid on the cold wooden floor. Musty dust was visible in the air, thanks to the light, and an unpleasant smell was also hovering. His princess was lost in thought, her gaze darting from one recumbent body to another; Renton would definitely say that she did not like their company. She was looking out the window, as if trying to atrophy from extraneous obsessive thoughts.

Mark, smiling, from which his upper teeth were visible, turned his head towards the ceiling, rolling his eyes and completely relaxed. She won't run away, Edinburgh is too small, and he knows everyone here. Vitamins sizzled so funny in him, he was alone in the bathroom, lying with a battery in his arms, but he was saved — they met so suddenly, but he also suddenly fell in love with her. The black sun had been shining for him for a long time and a personal place in hell had been prepared. Wherever he ran, the whole globe was like a prison for him, and the world was bursting at the seams. He was an executioner dragging his head to the block.

Mark kept waiting for the moment when his personal black sun would go out. He is the creator. He's an executioner. He's a judge. He's a god.

He didn't execute himself, and he didn't help himself.

thank you so much for two hundred subscribers!

[opheliasbrokenmind]

Ophelia’s Masterlist

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

NBC Hannibal Masterlist

BBC Merlin

Sir Leon

some fluff

patching up his injuries after a battle

Prison Break

Alexander Mahone

goodbye kiss

pain

him having a concussion

him comforting you

arguing with him

Trainspotting

Mark Renton

strangers with insecurities

[junkieboyfriend]

Me [writing the most vile, graphic and obscene depictions of sex]: the hoes are gonna love this