#thats in the job description unfortunately

[lyss-sketchbox]

Baby with a gun

[sturniolo-simp4life]

Can u do a Matt smut fic where reader and matt r out and matt gets a good idea to go to the car wash bc the car is dirty. And when y'all in the car wash u fuck (idk if that makes sense)

I love ur writing sm 😭😭💖

Car Wash- Matt Sturniolo 

Paring- y/n and Matt Sturniolo 

Warnings- Smut, semi-public (?), cursing, quickie, p in v, unprotected (don’t please, imagine you're on the pill or smth), female!recieving, slight nipple play, riding, slight fingering.  NOT PROOF READ.

Description- After a long day out, Matt decides to go to a car wash, hoping for something more. 

@lightningsturvn here you are my love!

After a week of recording and editing, Matt took y/n out for a stress reliever day. They went to the beach, walked along the shoreline, and even went swimming.  

Unfortunately for Matt, all he could think of was y/n in that tight little bikini, wanting to rip it off and fuck her brains out.  

Moving on from Matt, there were a lot of seagulls at the beach today.

Seagulls=poop. Poop=Car. Car=Matt’s Car.

“Well, it looks like my car is covered in bird shit.” Mat grumbled as the two of you stepped in, earning a giggle from you. “Babe, its fine. We can just stop at the car wash on the way home.” 

Now obviously, Matt was horny. The beach dress wasn’t doing a good job of covering up your body.

He could see your pecks straining against the thin bikini fabric, and that was enough to turn him on. He could already feel his cock throbbing against his shorts. 

Thats when the idea popped into his head. The car washes around your area were old, making the machines slower.

An average car wash was 5 minutes, but these ones were 10. A perfect opportunity for some relief. 

“Can you do the tropical wash? Please?” you asked Matt, batting your eyelashes. You knew he hated it, but you loved it.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But you’re going to pay me back,” he said with a devious smirk, as his hand made its way to your thigh. 

You found yourself getting flustered by Matt’s words, your face visible red. Flustered enough to make your bikini bottoms wet.

Fuck. His hand was sensually rubbing your thighs as he paid for the wash. 

As soon as drove the car onto the platform, his finger grazed your clit, a small moan escaping your mouth. 

Somehow, both of you ended up in the backseat. 

Matt smashed his lips on yours and slipped his hands down to your waist.

He started leaving wet kisses around your neck a collarbone, removing your beach dress.

He then started kissing down your chest, until he ripped your bikini top off. 

“I’ve been waiting to do that all day.” His tongue made it to one of your pecks, while his hand made its way to the other. “Fuck matt.”

He moved his tongue in fast, circular motions on your hardened peck, while his finger played with the other. “Be a good girl, and let's make this quick, okay.”  

You moaned. “M-Matt.” He looked at you. “Hmm?” 

“I need you.” He smirked at you. “What do you need baby? You have to be more specific.”  

“Your fingers.” You gasped. “I need your fingers.”  

“Okay baby. Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He inserted a finger into your aching hole, then two.

“Oh my god,” you gasped. He slowly started pumping his fingers in and out of you. “F-Fuck Matt. faster.”  

You could feel your orgasm building on you. It must have shown on your face, because he then slipped his fingers out.

You whined. “I was just about to finish,” you pout. 

“Don’t worry. Your about to get something better.” He slipped off his cargo shorts and his boxers, revealing his straining erection.

It looked so hard it must have hurt.  

Even though you’d seen Matt’s dick before, it always surprised you how big he was.

The thought of him filling your aching cunt was enough to make you wet again.

He then sat against one of the doors, his legs on the seats. 

“I want you to ride me baby.” You had done it before, but it wasn’t one of your most experienced positions. “O-okay,” you gulped.  

You got on top of him and aligned yourself. Slowly and steadily, you lowered yourself on him, earning a grunt from him and a hiss from you.

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath. It took you a minute to adjust to his size, but when you started moving, the slight pain was replaced with pleasure.

“Oh fuck. Matt,” you moaned, as you bounced up and down. His hands were on your hips, guiding you.

“Oh my god Matt. Oh my god.” You moved slightly faster, making you moan with pleasure.  

You could feel your legs starting to give out, making your movements slow down slightly.

Of course, Matt noticed, because he grabbed your ass and starting thrusting into you.

That was enough to get your momentum up again. You grabbed his shoulders and lowered your head into the crook of his neck. “Fuck Matt, I'm gonna cum.”  

Your moans were turning into breathy whines. “M’gonna cum too. Fuck. Do it with me baby.”

You let out a moan as your orgasm came, Matt still slight thrusting, and finishing after you.

You could see the sweat on his forehead, making his hair stick to it.

“You did so good for me baby,” matt whispered in your ear, then going to kiss you. 

Thankfully, the car wash was slowly ending. “Shit. I forgot about the car wash.” You quickly changed into your clothes, a wave of tiredness slowly crashing upon you. 

Matt was already in the driver's seat, driving up to the air-drying system. “Matt,” you mumbled, your eyes fighting for wake.

“What is it baby?” He turned back to face you. “I’m gonna take a nap,” you said in a drowsy voice. “Can we cuddle when we get home?” 

He smiled at you softly. “Of course we can babe.” He reached his hand out to swipe some hair out of your face.

“Love you,” you mumbled. “Love you too,” was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep. 

[bitchfitch]

TLDR: I want to make a full comic in this experimental style but am having difficulty picking Which story I want to adapt to it. These are character tests done with the primary candidates to see how their Vibes ™ work in a less serious style.

Actual summaries and descriptions of the stories involved are below the cut if you want to check them out before voting.

A: An episodic story about a bartender turned club owner who accidentally becomes the manager for an unknowable avatar of the old god of rot when it, just as accidentally, becomes an assassin.

Maalik is a no one. He's not a seer, hes never been especially gifted with magic, He's just a 30 something in a dead end job who's death probably wouldn't be noticed until his rent was pass due. There is nothing unique about him that would explain Why he can see a person who has been made invisible even to the gods of this world

Geir was chosen as the cocoon for one of the old gods, an event that made it rot everything it touched and granted it near immortality. Unfortunately being this creatures cocoon would have lead to it loosing itself entirely as they merged so the old god could be brought into this world. It escaped by the mercy of the merciless but in order to be hidden from its parasite, it must be hidden from all. No one who sees it may remember it, no one who feels it may know what left the gangrenous burns on their skin, no one can even feel the shape of its presence.

No one besides the nobody who, by complete accident born of something else's intent, hit it with his car on one fateful night.

B: Rom-com about a man so committed to his dead husband that even after it's clear he's come back wrong, he's still trying to make the relationship work.

Einer is a programmer who met the love of his life in highschool. He and Bagri weren't the perfect couple but they made it work from their first date to the night Bagri Had Einer carry him home from the hospital so he could die in their home that night instead of in a hospital bed in a week.

A month and a series of ill advised decisions later, Einer is holding his living, breathing, husband once more. He's cold to the touch, smells like rot and is still recovering. but he's home, and thats all Einer cares about, until he realizes it wasn't Bagri he brought home. This new thing is just very good at echoing him.

But, the Echo... He's full of unnatural bloodlust, he's barely sapient enough to call a person, the only words he can say are phrases Einer remembers Bagri using. It's clear he knows he isn't Bagri though. He's not even trying to pretend to be. He's just as scared as Einer is, fighting feelings he doesn't understand and memories that aren't his... and he has lucid moments. where he's sated and able to be a person outside of the hunting instincts he was made to carry.

Einer decides Echo deserves a chance at being his own person. It's the least Einer can do for him considering it's his fault he exists in the first place.

[lietomevpr]

just keep swimming - ART DONALDSON! short blurb

description- ever since y/n moved in to a new house with a pool, the caretaking of the pool started to take a toll on their schedule and something had to change. their pool company offers to send a pool boy out for maintenance. unfortunately for y/n, he’s blonde and SUCH a charmer. a universe where art probably never went to summer tennis tournaments and instead was a gorgeous pool boy!

warnings- 18+ (vulgar language) but really just so much flirting!! i'll decide later if I want to write smut if you all like this so far :)

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Summer came around again like clockwork. I can tell by the way the sun torches the pavement and the bugs fly around you no matter where you are. I had just moved in about half a year ago, and unpacking has been slow. Usually my Saturday afternoons are for cleaning and organizing, and even clad in shorts and a tee shirt with my hair tied up, I was still sweating. On my pathway to the kitchen, I pass my sliding door window out to the backyard. All I see is my covered up, likely hideous underneath, swimming pool. Annoyance etched my features. I've been avoiding the pool because I just got a new job as well and my schedule has been busier than I ever imagined it being. The idea of chopping off the time to take care of the pool myself this summer seemed like such a hassle. Setting my laundry basket down with a plop, I look up the nearest pool service company and give them a quick call. The representative assured me they’d send out one or two “fellas” out tomorrow, as the gruff old man told me during our conversation. I’ve been swimming all my life. My parents taught me to swim really young, and I continued competitively throughout college. I am as much fish as I am human. It was only natural that when I searched for my own place at 25, I wanted a pool to continue my love for the activity. However, the relief that flew through me when the call was finished was enough to allow me to move to the next room to clean.

THE NEXT DAY was somehow even hotter, if it was possible. Once showered and dressed for the days events, I was making my lunch and watching my comfort show when there was a knock on the door.

“Oh great, those must be the pool cleaners", I thought to myself.

Giving a quick glance at my appearance, I was satisfied with opening the door. Smooth, shaved legs, blue denim shorts, and a yellow tank top with sandals seemed to be appropriate for guests in the back yard to me. Upon opening the door, there are two older aged gentleman a decade or so older than me.

“Hello Ma'am! We’re Marcus and Devin and uh…”

One turns around with eyes squinted from the sun and gestures back to the service van where there is a figure messing around in the trunk with heavy equipment or something.

“That’s Art back there in the van, new intern.” Says Marcus, who I now can see the name tag of.

“Well alrighty! Thanks so much for coming, let me show you out back and assess the damage.” I take them out through the side yard and show them the monstrosity of a chore I've been putting off.

The two gentleman eventually wrestle the pool cover off and look around to see what needs to be done. They're talking amongst themselves, and hopefully it's not too much of a big project. Having an in ground pool was a luxury and I knew it. Thats why I was so appreciative of them coming out. They told me in general how much it was gonna cost, and said they’re ready to start whenever the intern made his way on over.

“Well I will leave you guys to it, knock if you need anything! In a hour or so I might bring out some lemonade for you all, it’s so hot!” I say, shooting them a smile. They beam appreciatively and I set for inside.

Busying myself while people were making loud, machine sounds in my back yard was harder than I thought. I liked to watch it all get done. But in general, watching people out of the window was frowned upon. After I finished eating my sandwich, I decided the best use of my time would be to just veg out in the living room. After roughly three or four episodes of a show pass, I figure it's time to make my signature lemonade and bring it out to them. These gentleman won't know what hit them. I've been complimented on my lemonade recipe before, so I was excited to see the final opinion. Setting four glasses on a wooden tray, I make my way out of the front door and around the side yard, as to not walk right up into their space by using the sliding door. I don't get very far into my backyard before I almost drop the tray of lemonade because I collided abruptly with a body. A warm one. Pool company shirt drenched in sweat, I looked up at the figure obstructing my path. I was met with someone roughly around my age, maybe a year or two younger. A simply gorgeous man, one of paler complexion, but sporting a full, fluffy head of blonde hair. So bright it makes the sun look like a dying flashlight. His eyes were so breathtaking and his lips looked so soft and pink, he was a sight to be had. When he smiled at me before he opened his mouth to apologize, that was even brighter. I step back and laugh sheepishly.

"I am so sorry!" That barely gets out out my mouth because this beautiful pool man standing before me says,

"Holy shit, I am so sorry are you okay?".

He backs up, and gives me a once over. Something that was probably just him making sure I wasn't hurt or covered in ice cold lemonade. But the once over brought out some sort of stirring in me, and I questioned if my outfit was actually okay or not because now it mattered that the man in front of me liked what he saw. The genuine concern in his voice was refreshing to hear though, so I recover from the initial embarrassment.

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s alright! I'm Y/N, Y/L/N, I own the place.” My cheeks blush because now I’ve bumped into the most beautiful man and he’s here to clean my pool. It almost looks like he smirks at my coloration. But it could've been the sun's glare playing tricks on me.

“Lovely pool you got out there ma’am. And yard too while we’re at it.” He wipes the sweat from his forehead with his forearm and sticks that same arm out to shake. Watching a sweaty hardworking man was one of my favorite past times, and the fact that he used the same hand made me insanely hot in the face. His hands in mine feel firm, but respectful.

“I’m... uh, Art Donaldson, by the way. Im the…”

“The intern?” I tease.

He gives a look of panic when he whips his head around and shouts to his older crew mates.

“I told you guys to stop introducing me like that!”

I can hear deep chuckling somewhere in my backyard and I smile at the interaction between the three gentlemen. Art spins back around to me, laughs, and rolls his eyes.

“Sorry about those guys. They mean well of course. I think they’re just jealous of my amazing pool skills. What I was going to say, is that I’m the person who’s going to be doing routine checks once we clean it out completely. Every three weeks I come back without my two friends over there, and I deep clean and treat the water. Or more often, if you want to upgrade your plan. ”

These words weighed on me. This man would be in my back yard by himself and I had the option to make it more often? I would be lying if I said I wasn’t considering it. But having him around so often would be a personal distraction right?

“Well thanks for being my pool cleaner I really appreciate it. I love to swim but I’ve just been so busy lately and I haven’t had the time to maintain it.” I tell the guy, hopefully not looking as upset as I really feel. He looks at me in a way I can’t decipher.

“Don’t worry about it you did the right thing calling us.” He says, offering a stunning smile. Not sure where to go from there, his eyes shoot anywhere but mine it seems, and lands on the lemonade tray in my hand.

“Oh my god please tell me that is for us I am sweating like a dog out here.”

He leans his head over and shakes his blonde curly hair that I am already fond of and I watch as the droplets drip down on my patio brick. My throat hitches at the strange sexiness of the action and I awkwardly cough it out and hand him a glass.

“My speciality! Enjoy.”

He basically chugs it and leaves a cliche and comical "Ahh", after the sip.

"Thank you, it's amazing", he says out of breath from the gigantic sip he took and grins.

"It's just so hot out here ya know?", he spoke softly, lolling his head to the side and glancing up and down at me with a smile that punched me in the gut. Whether he's talking about me or the weather was really up to debate with the look he gave me.

Art looks down at his lemonade, and back at me. Well, back at my tits it feels like.

"Matches your tank top", he says nonchalantly

Then Art grabs the tray from my hands, something I wasn't expecting. When the exchange happens, our fingers brush over one another's. We snap our heads up at the same time and look at each other. The electric jolt of his touch and the comment about my choice in clothing made my brain spin. He smiled to himself, like I wasn't supposed to see that one.

"Let me take these to them for you. See you around Y/N." He turns around but doesn't get far before shouting,

"LEMONADE! GET YOUR FRESH LEMONADE!"

I spin around to go back inside but not before laughing at this energetic, and playful man romping around my yard to give his coworkers my lemonade.

An hour goes by and now that I know what Art looks like, the itch to look out the window was increasingly difficult to resist. Eventually I cave and pull back the curtains slightly and look down at the back yard from my bedroom window and see them out there, standing on the perimeter of the hollow ground. They're almost finished actually, just about ready to turn the water pump on if I had any guess. I spot Art easily, and watch as he lifts up a heavy trailer cart of material away from the pool and to what I assume is the front yard to take to the van. He stops his trek and drops his cart and though I can't hear him too well from the upper floor, it seems as if he lets out an expletive.

"FUCK it's hot." It sounds like.

In a matter of milliseconds, Art's company shirt gets tore off and all that's left is a devastatingly handsome body, covered in sweat from working in the conditions. He looks like can use a dip in the pool himself he's so hot. Nothing could've prepared me for seeing him shirtless in my back yard, but yet here we were. It was bordering on ogling at this point, but the abs to blonde hair ratio nearly made me collapse. I guess I picked the right time to do this because Art looks up at the window AS IF he knew I was watching. His face brightens up at the sight of me, sees where my eyes landed and smiles to himself. Then waves to me with the shirt in hand and I wave shyly back and watch the man return to his journey with the cart of heavy things. I start to tear my eyes away from the window and retreat, pretending I wasn't checking out the man who will be cleaning my pool for the next short while. But not before noticing a boyish smirk placed on his lips as he turns out of vision. Having a beautiful pool boy in my yard was going to be a lot harder than I think I would ever anticipate.

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let me know what you guys think! i wrote it for fluffy long hair art but the gif i chose matched the hot summer day and sweat aspect of this blurb.

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lietomevpr

[alicentsgf]

rhaenicent is racist. i need you guys to realize that. the ship only exists cause the producers could not imagine the full person hood of the black woman they cast. the dance exists with or without including rhaenicent but for them to cast a black woman and then erase her from the narrative is racist. as a black lesbian, ive gotten real sick of you guys dismissing the racism that allows your ship to exist. also you guys keeps shoving daemon in there, why? he's not even an entity in the books descriptions of their relationship.

I don't think you've read what I've personally said on this topic because I have criticised the way Laena was used within the narrative.

What I do believe though is that Laenyra and Rhaenicent aren't really comparable or interchangeable and they could have done way better with Laenyra without it effecting what they chose to do with Rhaenicent at all. They don't occupy the same space in the story on any level apart from both being sapphic ships. Laenyra happened when Rhaenicent was distant. The writers didnt do a poor job with Laenyra because they prioritised Rhaenicent. They could have included both. They did a poor job with Laenyra and Laena in general because they were dissmissive of her individual story, and used her as a prop in Daemon, Rhaenyra, and Daemyras story. They also prioritised getting to the dance quickly, and Rhaenicent supported that choice as they're the crux of the conflict, where Laenyra/Laena would have slowed down that progression. (And they should have gone slower and been more character focused in general, in my opinion.)

As for the Daemon thing - he is implied to be a present part of their relationship in the book, that can be quoted, its just an unfortunate fact, thats why it gets referenced. Especially in light of how disappointingly Laena fits into the whole Daemyra thing in the show. Though from memory, Rhaenyra is said to prefer Laena in F&B.

I think it's pretty clear I don't think shipping Rhaenicent is inherently racist. Imo what would be racist is if Rhaenicent fans dismissed a version of Laenyra that was central and integral in favour of Rhaenicent, like what we saw in the Star Wars fanbase with finnrey, to give one example. Or if we shat on Laena for being another possible love interest for Rhaenyra. But that's not what's happening here; Rhaenicent are the central relationship of the story, and I personally havent seen any Rhaenicent fans hating on Laena. But how we got here, writing-wise, I do understand people having a lot of criticism for that.

[expendables-ropg]

THE EXPENDABLES: R O P G

So who we are? we are a group of expendables sended down here to get the cristal

''so you all are trying your hardest to get the cristal and not die, right?''

....weeeeell, no, we just are messing around the facility :p

But here's the

Redy

Sup its me, redy!

Im a 19 years old idiot, i was accused of second degree murder and kidnapping 4 innocents, other people say i shouldnt be here and that my crimes are faked, which the worse part is that its true

i like strawberries and Poyo, but i dont like Diving (EVEN THOUGH IM OBLIGATED TO DO SO)

i like talking with others and looking at everything, others call me curious (and stupid), but who knows if theres a little drawer with research somewhere?

Also i have a gun (:

And here's the

Orany

Hello everyone my name is Orany, im the 22 year old kind of girl that if you stop watching for a second is gonna fucking stab you in the back

why? it would be fun

I like grewy (because hes my boyfriend ) and baked potatoes, and im terrified of heights, have you never felt scared of being so high that you feel how your body could at any moment fall to the floor and die?

So here's the

(she asked for a more formal Divider)

Piky

yeaaa...so im Piky, the smartest one of these guys-

''thats a lie one of the many deaths you had you literally died to Searchlights because you-''

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I UNDERSTAND

Im just trying to do my job here, tho being silly like these idiots isnt that bad, sometimes is fun, makes me forget my crimes lmao

I dont like nothing or no one at the moment

i fucking hate @asksearchlights, and her stupid wife

Anyways, here we founded the

Grewy

howdy, im Grewy!

i have been sentenced to death penalty because of Murdering 6 people because of an explosion i caused and arson

yea no balls, im telling my crimes

I like Orany (Orany my beloved❤️) and pizza, i dont like darkness....

I like being silly even thought other people looks at me scared, im sure they will eventually get used to it, but i can also be S E R I U S when i need to be

QUICK REMINDER!:

This is a vague description of the characters, theres a lot more about them that you will figure out in rps

How to apply to the new blog

Rules:

-I dont want politics in this askblog

-NO NSFW

-im okay with suggestive things but remember theres a limit

-Im fine with gore, and i love rping

-Anyone can ask, and better if its asked by a askblog

RP guide:

''Redy talks in a red color''

''Orany talks in a orange color''

''Piky talks in a pink color''

''Grewy talks in a green color''

[This means ooc/mod talking]

*This is how to say an action*

If you want to do a rp, start your ask with ''{RP}'' or ''{RolePlay}''

Tags:

#Expendables ropg responds - (answers to your asks)

#Expendables ropg art - (share art, theres no drawings of them yet so go wild!)

#OC to ROPG interactions - (any interaction of your OC to any ROPG member)

Inspiration:

This whole blog is inspired by @asksearchlights blog, which was also inspired by @ask-eyefestation blog

Also the game from this blog is Pressure from Roblox

Quick mod notes/edits:

-Mod native language isnt english, so i will probably do grammar mistakes, sorry ):

[ mod is He/Him]

This blog was supposed to be done to rp with @asksearchlights blog, but at this point i dont understand whats going on so i stopped rping there, so i guess this is now its own thing?

I have indeed reached the final part of the game, but died unfortunately

this blog is probably not related to the original game, so expect silly stuff/theories / any headcanon / and funny momments to happend here, after all the point is to have fun :)

@Aeott is the mod of this blog

Thanks for seeing all of this, i hope you enjoy this askblog as much as i enjoyed making it ^ ^

[lorezhaze]

♥️🃏 Roleplay Partner Search! 🃏♦️

🕯️ Introduction -

Lo | 23 | He/They EST time zone.

Very minimal triggers and limitations

Preferably 21+ writers, only 18+ characters

mxm, nbxm or nbxnb

3rd person literate writing, at least a paragraph’s length

Discord only

I love world building and knowing the other character’s feelings. I also love getting to know my rp partners and becoming friends of sorts. I'm also a sucker for creating playlists and Pinterest boards.

NSFW scenes and/or undertones/themes at some point. I do like smut, especially paired with angst and certain dynamics, but if that isn’t your thing and our writing styles are otherwise compatible we can always keep it limited or fade to black. 🤍

CW(!): From here down, my plots or OC’s backgrounds may contain triggering content, I try to remain vague and non-descriptive given these are just outlines!

♟️ Plots I’m willing to explore ~

16th - 19th century setting ⚰️

Clement is a priest that preaches an all-loving and forgiving God, loving his job and the ability to provide comfort to people in their hardest moments. That is until somebody sneaks into the church and finds his private writings, discovering a homoerotic affair that was happening behind the scenes. Barely avoiding both death and castration, Clement works as a castle jester/entertainer for the rest of his life with his identity ripped from him. (Open-ended, suggest a plot)

The King allowed his son (Lucien) to be abused by his painting instructor growing up, all this rage builds up and explodes when Lucien tries to convict his instructor, but the King instead pardons the boy’s abuser during a set of public trials outside the castle. Lucien, a teenager and young Prince at the time, kills his father in front of everyone, unintentionally becoming King himself from then on. Despite exiling his abuser after the bloody trial, the then Prince, now King is seen as cruel and scary, not to be crossed even nearly ten years later. Meanwhile, a citizen with a sick sister is caught stealing medicine. Being on trial with King Lucien is scary enough, but medicine thieves in particular are known to be punished heavily, since the Princess, who is one of the only people thats kind to the prince-now-king, makes a majority of the medicine available. During a public trial, the thieve’s mother pleads for his life and Lucien realizes that the thief is someone he knew, that he had recognized those fearful eyes from somewhere else. He was amongst the crowd when he killed his own father. He spares the thief, and allows the best doctors to treat his ill sister. As long as he works directly for him in the castle until his debt is repaid. 

It is tradition for the royal family to keep their children within the gates of the castle and away from the public eye until they are grown enough to handle it. The Princess was introduced to society at the age of 13, but every year the reveal of their younger and troubled son (Lucien) his delayed for various vague reasons. Everyone is both eager and suspicious, which doesn’t help matters. This is when the royal parents essentially give up when the boy turns 21, allowing him out with no announcement to the public. While practically frolicking through the flowery fields, enjoying the feeling of the grass and the new sights, he has a love-at-first-sight moment with another boy (your character). This is just an ordinary boy from a hard working family, and since the Prince was never revealed, he has no idea the boy he’s immediately smitten with is the Prince everyone is eagerly awaiting to meet. That is until he finds out, obviously.

Enemies to lovers, a member of the royal family ends up falling for a knight that saves their life, unfortunately, this knight just happens to be the royal’s childhood enemy.   

The youngest son of a royal is 7th in line for the throne and has health issues, thus has no chance of inheriting the throne. in attempts to grasp onto any bit of power his father has, the royal marries off his frail and feminine son as a wife to a prince of another territory, an upcoming heir of a throne (loosely inspired by sporus and nero).

20th century - modern day setting 🎭

Reese Willow is a fledgling vampire who is sent on a mission by his sire to target and take down an infamous vampire hunter's son, only for the plane Reese was following him on to crash land. After a handful of months, only Reese and the other man are the only survivors remaining, until it's just Reese. For the next 29 years Reese remains stranded, walking along the wilderness in a daily routine like a ghost, until another vampire finally picks up his weak delusional voice amongst the many and seeks him out. 

Forbidden love, childhood friends who become estranged because of (Daniel)’s strict parents and eventually moving away to the other side of the country, then when (Daniel) comes back for college under his father's supervision (despite being over 18 now) and the two former friends are completely different from each other now (Daniel) for his public image by default just goes with the other popular wealthy students while the former childhood friend is more down to earth and nerdy and their groups/cliches clash to the point where (Daniel) is sort of a bully this friend as this 'tough guy' front. A short lived (private/behind the scenes, kinda toxic and probably on and off again) ‘situationship’ takes place in that time until the 4 year degree is finished (but Daniel transfers out half a year early) and a handful more years later (Daniel) has settled down in that old town again, slowly starting to get his life together and take responsibility for being a dad now himself but he also cant stop thinking about the childhood friend/lover.

The only son of a wealthy family clashes with their parents every chance he gets, rebels, tries his best to be untraditional and overall just piss them off hires an unconventional sex worker named Emmy an obscene amount of money to come home with him for the weekend and pretend to be his significant other and/or fiance. Feelings develop and it becomes really complicated when his father eventually like offers him an opportunity that is nearly impossible to turn down and he has the choice to either leave them behind with nothing to the life that was nearly killing them or give up his own cushy lifestyle and let love prevail. Alternatively, a older man who thinks he’s straight, has a successful career, empty marriage and multiple kids ends up falling in love with a slightly younger intersex and narcoleptic sex worker, the first and only sex worker he hires.

Post-apocalyptic setting, Celeste the final survivor of a run down camp continues to live among the undead of their loved ones. Another survivor from a nearby camp stumbles upon the ruins of the previous camp while scavenging and sees someone alive on the other side of the fence, living with the dead as if they were dead as well. Day by day they come back, bringing their new things, trying to bring some life back into them again.

Damon is a serial killer that moves around city to city state to state every year to kill another local predator in hopes that one day he'll manage to take down the number of men (whose faces he can't remember) who abused him, using his job as a criminal data analyst to not only cover up his killings but also look for new targets that may have missed the sex offender registry or dodged conviction despite solid proof against them. This time when he moves to a new city and gets settled in he finds that somebody else had already gotten to his potential target, not only that, this didn't seem to be the first killing like this in the area. But this time the perpetrator left a tiny piece of evidence that everyone else but Damon noticed, and instead of turning it in to help solve the case he keeps it to himself with peaked interest.

(Movie theme) The Hunger Games, two people from opposite teams. Queer themes; gay men, trans person called upon as their assigned gender at birth. Exploring the earlier hunger games (11-50th), escaping and/or faking deaths, etc.

(Movie theme) Ego: Character A gets hurt and temporarily loses their vision. While their wealthy parents look for a medical solution, they have them live in the guest house and hire a caregiver, character B, to stop by everyday and take care of them. Naturally, character a and the caregiver get close, but there’s a big problem: character A is a superficial, seemingly shallow and straight. As a result, character B feels pressured to lie about their identity and what they look like when character A tries to guess what they are like. 

(Android Plot, inspired by Detroit: Become Human) Advanced AI recently developed, now available to the public for purchase in the last 5 years. Man born into generational wealth has no interest in marriage anytime soon despite being good looking, smart and successful. Despite being happy with this life, his house is beyond messy with books haphazardly stacked everywhere and take out containers everywhere. Somebody in his life decides to take it upon themselves to purchase him an android, to which the first time in his life he starts growing feelings for somebody.. something? As if it wasn't confusing enough, did the android have feelings for him as well? 

I’m more than willing to hear out any of your plots/ideas as well! Anything that includes my OC lore or pre-existing characters I’m willing to write as I’ll consider! 🎭

♠️♥️ OCs ♣️♦️

Bios/docs linked to each character, each doc includes a linked Pinterest board, some also include Spotify playlists.

Lucien - Usually aged between 21-23 yrs old, cisgender male (bisexual, switch/sub-leaning). Medieval prince, alternate versions of character for different plots.

Reese Willow - Vampire stranded in the Canadian wilderness for nearly 30 years after a plane crash he ended up inevitably being the sole survivor of. 

Clement/Skeeter - 32 yr old cisgender man, former priest sentenced to be a jester/royal house entertainer for the rest of his life as punishment for being figured out as homosexual 🃏

Deana - 31 yrs old, cisgender man (bicurious, switch/dom-leaning). (Bruce Wayne/Batman inspired) Only child of a wealthy well-known family turned orphan at a young age now upholds his family's public image and business affairs while in private he works as a hitman for hire.

Celeste - 27 yrs old, gender-fluid (Intersex, queer). Final survivor of a run down camp continues to live among the undead of their loved ones.

Emmy - 22 yrs old, nonbinary/intersex (AMAB, all pronouns, queer, switch/sub-leaning. Sex worker, narcoleptic insomniac estranged from wealthy adopted family, taken away from single immigrant mother when they were young.

Daniel Laurie - 26 yrs old, cisgender man (bicurious, dominant yet flexible). Recovering addict and childhood abuse survivor trying to make it back in his home town (after being gone for a handful of years) while longing after his childhood love affair.

Damon - 24 yrs old, cisgender man (bisexual, switch). Crime DNA analyst/serial killer, CSA abuse survivor. Originally written to have a power/ability where he can feel and somewhat influence nearby people's emotions, this in turn leaves his emotions open to others, meaning nearby people can sense his emotions even if they don't know why they're feeling them.

Del  - 23 yrs old, cisgender man (bisexual, switch). Custom outlawed species character called a bloodluster (similar to vampires), after his biological father got captured/taken away his mother fled to another state where she met his 'adoptive' father and shortly after found out she had been pregnant when she left. Not long after he was born, his mother died and a good portion of his life was spent raised being experimented on in a lab. Until one day he found an opening, and ate his mad scientist of an adoptive father. Now he's off in the world, trying to get by as a normal person despite his "condition" without killing anybody.

Emrys - 23 yrs old, cisgender gnc man (doesn't mind any pronouns but still identifies as a man, doesn't take gender too serious, bisexual, switch/sub-leaning). Oldest sibling of a chaotic troubled family, natural caretaker, feminine man with motherly qualities. Works in assistive care.

Folder of all character bios: [link]

Pre-Existing fandoms/characters I write ⚰️

(Bolded characters are those I’m willing to write as)

IWTV

- Louis/Lestat

- Louis/Daniel

BATMAN

- Batman/Riddler

- Batman/Joker

- Batman/Riddler/Joker

HANNIBAL

- Will/Hannibal 

MR ROBOT

- Tyrell/Elliot:

Candy Shop AU - No 5/9 hacks or fsociety, Tyrell runs a Swedish sweets/candy store that lately Elliot frequently visits for the same fix of cherry hard candies, and to steal glances at the good-looking store clerk. After talking it out in therapy, Elliot’s therapist, Krista, convinces him to be honest about how he feels.

Post-Apocalypse AU - After the world goes to shit whatever left of New York that wasn’t completely ruin down by the undead is primarily taken over by a few different groups. When Elliot’s group becomes completely run down with major fatalities, Tyrell’s group (which he happens to lead) decides to lend a hand to an old friend. Little does Tyrell know Elliot was injured in the attack, and little does Elliot know the infection is less straight forward than they anticipated. 

UNTIL DAWN

- Josh/Chris:

New remake content, added Josh lives ending + Chris 4 Josh written in the snow. 

Those People (2015) AU! - Josh moved out of town after the death of his sisters to get some space and pursue what makes him happy, which quickly becomes lonely resulting in him inviting Chris to come move states and live with him. There’s some conflict as Josh immediately seems to avoid Chris as soon as he settles in, making Chris feel like it was a mistake.. Until he realizes why Josh is avoiding him. 

- Josh/Mike:

(Post-prank, twins live AU) Josh is the openly gay friend in the group, Mike becomes curious after walking in on Josh hooking up with someone at a party and later can’t get it out of his head. Josh thinks Mike wanting to get with him is another sick joke, causing some initial turmoil. 

TWD

- Rick/Negan

OFMD

- Izzy/Blackbeard

- Izzy/Blackbeard/Stede

- Izzy/Lucius

- Jim/Lucius

ARCANE

- Viktor/Jayce

Other beloved honorable mentions include: Sally Face, Yellowjackets, The Wilds, Scream (Billy/Stu), Sherlock, Life is Strange (Nathan and Warren) and sometimes Harry Potter (Drarry).

Discord only, please reach out to me if you're interested!

[werebutch]

@eucyon Oh my god tumblr ate your ask I’m so lucky I screenshotted. So mad I have to type again . Thank you so much for dis question it’s so fun and made me really think to be honest ^__^ ILYSMMMM this is long but it’s too fun

This is Lynx’s most popular album, Conspiracy Theories. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have a pic of lynx as the cover even if it’s silly. I really like rabbit imagery in music anyways though so I think it’s nice. I was inspired by Alice In Chains album covers and also fleshwater’s ‘we’re not here to be loved’. I tried to find a way to make it more 'gritty' but I couldn’t unfortunately 😭 I like how the title looks, like they just got a label maker and smacked it on..heheh

I imagine that this album is about relationship anxiety, betrayal, resentment, anti social tendencies, infidelity, and aliens. Probably not little green men, maybe more like the thing kind of fleshy imagery. Definitely appealing to atlas and scotch in different ways. Tool’s Undertow is a good example (off the top of my head..) of the sound I’m thinking of, so… prog? Or at least heavily inspired. I’m bad with genres heheh

im currently trying to either become okay with roadkill's name, or decide on a new one.. so im not making any album covers for them yet lol but i will post when i do..

I think roadkill would take a lot of inspo from their fave band so their style is probably heavily influenced by Lynx. Scotch adds a lot of sampling, distortion, whatever..idk I don’t make music.. and atlas is a big fan of slow tempo and bass. think its important to note that atlas doesnt play bass like a bassist in this album, he plays it more like a guitarist. kind of. hope that makes sense. I’ve always been really torn about roadkill’s genre, it’s been everywhere and tends to change. scotch and atlas’ styles would be vastly different if they were solo, so I think that’s why i am so indecisive . I think I just have to keep reminding myself that they’re in a band together, so styles would be mixed.

A part of me is like.. I think roadkill’s first album would be reminiscent of faith no more’s ‘the real thing’, or even some of Primus' stuff in some sense, plus similarities to Lynx and influences of industrial. i know thats a lot of random descriptions. I kinda think of (here’s a goofy genre for ya) sludge metal bands’ instrumental style, not necessarily vocal style... its hard to describe a band that doesnt exist. LMFAO

right now im thinking about 'the pot' by tool as a close example of roadkill.. im having a hard time finding artists that match scotch's vocal range even remotely. also doesnt help that the bands im basing this off of like tool and FNM dont exactly...fit into genres very neatly. roadkill and lynx wouldnt either. HAH. i just know it wouldnt be that high quality but definitely obvious theres a lot of passion in it. i mean this is just an album made by guys who dontknow what theyre doing. like at all. lol

Roadkill’s sound changes quite a bit their next album when seraph is involved. It becomes a lot more ummmm I guess palatable to more people? I don’t exactly know what I mean by that. Ok. LOL. I’ll think about it.. but this is around when Scotch realizes he wants this to be his job. Having Seraph helps A LOT with building a more dedicated and bigger audience, since they’re the one most willing to make changes. Plus they’re in art school, I feel like they’d have connections. So I guess roadkill would sell out in a way.

if you asked me this question a year ago i would have had a completely different answer. i wouldve probably said roadkill is pop punk or garage rock or something. i have trouble fitting scotch and atlas into a genre together. it fits scotch just fine and i think he would enjoy it, but its not roadkill.. also ive been thinking of stylizing roadkill as rdkill.. lmk wat u think.. im unsure about the name is generalHAHA. i know this is a lot so dont feel pressured to reply to everything LMAO im just thinking out loud. and drawing connections between genres that completely do not make sense. peace and LOVE<3

[chaosminion67]

okay im back and freedom pals is gone

im kinda fine, had to fight a bit cause thats literally in the job description and i wont get paid if i dont do that (being a bit over dramatic, but thats like 25% of my paycheck)

nothing interesting really happened unfortunately💔 mostly fighting

OH there was one interesting thing and it was the fact that 115 had a gun and shot human kite... well lets just say it didnt end well for the two of them.

[fangirlstorycreator]

CK Terry X Reader

Context: You have one of the worst days you can think off, and to top it all, your boss fires you! Terry isn't going to stand for it 💚

Contains: description and talk about car accident, injuries from accident

You had just finished another grueling day at work, your boss was a nasty and vindictive man who hated you. Partly because you were a woman but mainly because he once asked for a position in one of Terry's previous business ventures, and was turned down for the role. Once he found out about you being his fiancee, he did everything in his power to make your work life a living hell. You hadn't mentioned this to Terry yet, because a small part of you was hoping he'd just give up or leave for another job. But you were feeling so tired and miserable, and it was all down to your boss giving you all the paperwork, all the really tough jobs and talking down to you every chance he got. He would make you work later and force you to spend little to no time for your lunch breaks, and pretty much made your work life a living hell.

Just the thought of coming home to your fiancee Terry was what got you through this difficult time. He had always offered you a place working in the dojo, but you wanted to build up some savings before you made a career change. So you carried on as you were, and this one evening that you finished work, you were just walking out of the office when you see him give you a nasty sneer. He was truly a nasty person who wasn't capable of decency, but he was there and you were going home. You head out to your car in the pitch dark, so you put your lights on in the car before you drive off, and you catch a glimpse of yourself in the viser mirror. You have dark bags under your eyes and your skin is very pale, plus you look extremely exhausted.

You rub your eyes and face, trying to wake yourself up a little, then you turn the light back off, put your seatbelt on and start driving home. It was a 20 minute drive to Terry's place and you texted him before you left work to tell him that you were on your way. He happily responded and told you that he loved you, so now he was waiting for you to come home. Your about half way home when you stop at a traffic light, there's noone else on the road at this time of night, but you still wait because it's better to be safe then sorry. Unfortunately, that's not what was about to happen. On the opposite side of the road, a driver is swerving and speeding extremely quickly in your direction, so quick that it all happens within seconds. And before you realise the true danger of what's happening, this driver crashes straight into the front of your car, causing some awful injuries and knocking you out cold, the last thing you remember before you pass out was seeing the front of your car smoking and a loud ringing in your ears, and then, everything goes dark.

You wake up some time later, disorientated and in a lot of pain. You try to sit up in what looks like a hospital bed, but a friendly nurse walks over to you and helps you lie back down. "Woh woh there miss L/N, you need to stay still now. You've been involved in a car accident" "It hurts, everything is hurting, what's happening to me?!" "You've sustained multiple injuries when a drunk driver crashed head on into your car, you have many cuts and bruises plus a broken wrist and two broken ribs. You need to stay down miss L/N, my colleague is just getting some painkillers to help with the pain and I've also called your fiancee who is in his way" "Terry? Terry's coming, oh thank god. Oowwww god this really hurts!" Just breathing is difficult due to the broken ribs, your in floods of tears as it's so difficult for you to even think straight. Thats when your phone rings from your handbag "Nurse, is that my fiancee calling me? Please tell me it's Terry" She takes your phone out, and shakes her head "You have missed calls from him, but the person calling you now is a man named Mason?" "Oh no that's my boss"

"Miss L/N, I think you just need to lie back and not worry about your boss, your in a lot of pain and need to think about your recovery" Through the floods of tears and pain, you still tell her that you need to answer him, you needed to tell him about what happened so he can arrange cover at work. She hands you the phone and you answer it "Mason, look I-" "I need you in tomorow at 6 on the dot Y/N. You have more paperwork that needs to be filed, plus I need you to-" "Mason I'm sorry, I cant" "I beg your pardon? You don't say no to me! What possible excuse could you have for not doing as your told?!" "Mason, I'm in the hospital. On my way home, a car crashed into me and everything really really hurts. The nurse said I have a broken wrist and 2 broken ribs, I cant do it Mason, I'm sorry" You tell him all of this while your struggling not to burst into tears from all the pain your in, but unfortunately, that means nothing to Mason. "B#llsh#t! Your just being lazy to get out of work!" "Mason please-" "I always knew you were a pathetic excuse for a colleague, I don't belive you have been bit by a car, but if you have! I hope you suffer with more than a few broken bones! Your job clearly isn't important enough for you to tell me the truth!" "I am telling the truth, the nurse is hear with me, she'll tell you what's going on" "Dont pull other people into your lies you little bitch! I hope your happy with your choice! From this moment onwards your fired!" "What?! Mason please I'm begging you-"

"Save your begging for someone who cares!" And that was that, he put the phone down and you were completely distraught. Your having a full blown panic attack and you are struggling to breath, and with the broken ribs, it was pure torture. You try to move or get up because you need some air, but the nurse and now the doctor try to keep you down. "Miss L/N listen to me, you need to take some deep breaths, if you don't stop you cloud cause more damage to yourself" "I can't! I can't! Why did he?! How could he?! Oh god please where is Terry?!" And as if by magic "Y/N! Oh my god sweetheart, are you alright?" "Terry I can't- I can't-" He sits beside you and takes you by the hand as he tries to comfort you, the doctor tells him "Mr Silver, if there's anything you can do to help her with her panic attack that would be great. If she can't stay still, she may damage herself more" "I understand doctor, Sweetheart? Look at me ok? Just look at me" His other hand rests against your cheek as he calmly talks to you. "Remember the breathing we do when your panicking? In for 3, hold for 4 and out for 8, ok? Lets do that together. In for 3..." No matter what would happen, Terry knew how to calm you down, he was always so patient with you.

The breathing helps you to calm down, you focus on Terry's calm face and voice, repeating the numbers and breathing over and over, until you begin to feel a little more normal, and are able to breath better again. "Terry-everything happened so fast. This guy hit my car-and everything hurts so much, I don't know what to do Terry- I'm scared-" "Shhh it's going to be ok sweetheart, the nurse and doctor are going to help you" The doctor holds out a needle and tells both you and Terry what it is. "This is a strong pain relief, and it is something that will affect you instantly. Once I've administered it, it should take affect within 2 minutes, and you will be knocked out by it. Don't worry, once you wake up the painkiller will have numbed the feeling your experiencing and it won't be as bad for you. If it's ok with you, I shall administer now" Your still in so much pain and you wished for it to stop, you couldn't control the tears or keep still enough to make it hurt less. "Yes, please make it stop" He takes the needle and injects it into your arm, you were thankful it was a fast action drug and you wouldn't have to wait long. "Its going to be ok sweetheart, I'll be right beside you ok?" "Terry, there's something else that happened. Its about Mason"

"Mason?" "He was my boss, he called me tonight before you came in" "Is this the same Mason who tried working for me?" "Yes Terry, I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you" "But you said he 'was' your boss?" "He asked if I could be in early tomorow and I told him I couldn't because of what happened. And he-Terry he-hhhsss ow!" "Hey hey, its alright. Just take a breath sweetheart" "Terry, he fired me" "He what?" "He didn't belive me, and because he thought I was lying to him, he fired me. What am I going to do Terry? I don't have a job, how can i-" "Its ok, it's ok. You don't have to worry about anything right now other than your health. Dont think about him" The drugs were starting to kick in, and you were feeling weak and fussy, you were barely strong enough to squeeze back on Terry's hand. "Terry...I feel weird..." "Shhhh sweetheart, just close your eyes and try to relax, it's all going to be ok. I love you" And after hearing his gentle words, you slip into unconsciousness. Terry is still holding your hand as you go still and are able to finaly rest. "Mr Silver, this medication is the best we can offer her, and now that it's in her system, her ribs will have time to heal now that she is not in pain or moving" "Thank you doctor, I don't know how I can show you my gratitude for saving her"

"I'm just doing my job Mr Silver. Now, she is going to be out of it until possibly early afternoon tomorow, by which time the medicine will have dulled the pain and it wont be hurting her as much. You are welcome to stay as long as you wish, and if you would like to stay the night, my nurse can grab you a fold out chair to put beside her" "I would like that please, I dont want to leave her alone, even though she can't see me" "Of course Mr Silver" The doctor leaves as Terry is still holding your hand, looking so worried about you, then the nurse walks in with this folded up contraption, putting it on the other side of your bed for Terry. "Um, excuse me nurse? What's your name?" "Jodie" "Jodie, may I talk with you in the hallway for a moment" "Of course sir" Terry and the nurse walk towards the doorway and stand just outside, with you still in Terry's view. "I hope you dont mind Jodie, but I was hoping to ask you about what happened earlier, and weather you heard the phone call between my fiancee and her boss?" "Yes...I did Mr Silver. I could hear him shouting to her down the phone, saying to her (what excuse could you have for not doing as your told) and that he thought she was talking b#llsh#t, that she was being lazy and refusing to come to work" Terry had never felt so angry before, the veins in his neck were bulging and his brow was furrowed.

"This man said this to me beautiful fiancee?" "I'm afraid so, he also said that she was a pathetic excuse for a colleague and he didn't belive her when she said she got into an accident....but he wishes she had...and that she has more than broken bones. I wanted to take the phone away from her Mr Silver I swear" Terry looked like he was about to burst into a fit of rage, he has never felt so angry before. This man had spoken to the love of his life like she was nothing more than dirt, he hoped she HAD been hit by a car? What kind of human being says something like that? "Then he fired her?" "Not before calling her a...he called her a lying b#tch. Mr Silver I'm so sorry about what happend, if you hadn't had pulled me aside I was going to come and talk to you about it anyway, I promise" "Its ok Jodie, I just..." He balls up his fist and leans against the door frame, looking in on you as you sleep, covered in bruises. "I just don't know how someone could be that cruel and inhumane to someone with such a kind heart" "He was completely out of line Mr Silver" "What happened in the accident? Please, I need to know what happened to her" "When the paramedics arrived on the scene, miss L/N's car was crashed into while she was at a traffic light. A drunk driver had been driving in the opposite direction and went straight into the front of her car. The driver was taken into custody and apparently was found to be 5 times over the limit. Paramedics said she was unconscious when they arrived, but when she regained consciousness at the hospital, she was in a great deal of pain. We were able to bandage her broken wrist and help her with the other smaller injuries, but when it comes to broken ribs, I'm afraid it's a little trickier. She's going to have to take time and stay at home trying to relax, we can give her some breathing techniques and tips on how to do things,but it's mostly rest and plenty of painkillers. She probably wont feel back to normal for another 3-6 weeks"

Terry has so many emotions in him right now, anger, sadness, frustration, worry and it's all seen on his face. "Mr Silver, I'm very sorry that all of this has happened, but she is getting the best medical care and she is already starting to recover. Also, my colleague has the insurance details of the drunk driver, and the contact details of the officers on duty during the accident" "Thank you Jodie....I just...i hate that i can't help her" "But you are Mr Silver. I've worked hear for years, and there has been so many times that a patient's has gone through something horrific just like she has, and not a single person had come to see how they were or to check up on them, and that was all they wanted. She's lucky to have you by her side, and when she heard that we contacted you about the accident, she was over the moon, even through her pain" "Thank you Jodie" "The bed I've brought in is an easy fold out one, so I'll leave you with her for as long as you need" She gives him a smile and leaves Terry to come back into the room and sits on the bed with you. He takes your hand in his and gently strokes you with his thumb, as a tear runs down his cheek. He hates seeing you in so much pain, and having to go through the worst night of your life, what could he do to help you?

And that's when another thought pops into his mind, about your boss Mason. Terry can feel his blood boil from remembering what the nurse told him, about everything he said to you, he wanted to make him pay for what he did, noone does that to you and gets away with it. He looked back down to you once more, still with cuts and bruises on your arms and face, the broken bandaged up wrist and the tears that still stained your cheeks. He couldn't keep the anger inside him anymore, so he thought about what he was going to do...and nothing was going to stop him. He walked out to the front desk just outside your hospital room and spoke to Jodie again. "Jodie, I just need to pop home and get some clothes for her and some essential things, would that be ok? Could you please keep an eye on her while I'm gone?" "Of course Mr Silver" "Also, could I get the details you told me about?" "No problem" He takes the paperwork and leaves the hospital, then he sits in his car and makes many phone calls to diffrent men, they were part of Terry's private company and Terry had connections pretty much everywhere in LA, including the police.

After he called them, he called your work place and spoke to the head of the company, who was above Mason, and struck up a deal with her. He told her what he wanted to do and asked if she and the rest of her colleagues could leave the building early, leaving just Mason so he could talk to him. She agreed, not just because Terry offered her a great deal, but because she hated Mason too. After Terry had finished all his calls, he drove home, picked up everything he needed for the hospital stay for both you and him, then he drove up to your work place, entering and making his way up to your department.

Mason and the head of the company were talking in the hallway as everyone else was leaving, and he was a little confused. "So boss? Why do I have to stay?" "Because i would like you in the office down the corridor please. I've spoken to someone higher up in management who would like to talk to you about...a promotion..." "A promotion?! That's great! Thanks boss, I'll catch you later" Mason makes his way down the corridor as his boss smiles as she walks away. He opens the door and sees that noone is in there, and the hallway lights had been turned off, almost like they were trying to play a prank on him, pretending they'd left without him. "What the f-hey! Why leave me hear alone?" "What makes you think your alone?....Mason...." Its then that the tall office chair spins around slowly to reveal Terry sat in it, with his fingers interlocked and resting on his lap.

"Mr-Mr Silver! I didn't expect to see you hear? I though I was-" "I know what you thought Mason...in fact, i know quite a bit about you" "Uhhh? Ok..." "Tell me Mason...did you call someone this evening?" "C-call someone?" "Yes...Y/N L/N by chance?....My fiancee?" "Oh yes! Yes your lovely fiancee! Know-how is she? She is very nice isn't she?" He says in a panicked tone, but Terry isn't falling for the b#llsh#t. He gives Mason a very cold death stare, is shakes Madon to his core, just staring at him with no speaking, it's terrifying.

Terry slowly stands up, still keeping the death stare eye contact with Mason. "Why don't you tell me about that phone call Mason? The one you had with the woman I love? The woman who means the world to me..." "Well I, uhh. I just asked her, if she could work a little earlier tomorow morning. That's all"

"Mmhhmm...and is she able to do that?" "Uhhh...no she, she said she can't" "And I'm just curious...why is that?" "Well she...she sounded like she was making up a lie. A lie about being in a small and very minor car situation" "A car situation? Right...so it was minor was it?" "I think so-" "Because I don't think it was minor Mason. When I saw my poor fiancee in the hospital...lying in the hospital bed...screaming in pain, and agony from what happened. I think it's safe to say that this little "Lie" about being in a "Minor car situation" was actually a full blown car crash. Resulting in the woman I love, crying tears of pain from a broken wrist, 2 broken ribs as well as many other injuries, all whilst covered in bruises and blood! But of course....you knew that already didn't you?..." "Mr Silver, she-" "SHE TOLD YOU THE TRUTH!" Terry advances on him, making Mason feel absolute terror as he's backed into the wall, while Terry towers over his tiny frame. "She told you what had happened, and you treated her like she was nothing!"

"It-it wasn't like that Mr Silver" "Oh? So Y/N lied? And the nurse who head the entire phone call lied? About how you thought she was lying about the crash, and you HOPED that she actually WAS in a crash!" "I'm sor-" "Shut up! Don't say another word!" Terry storms to the other side of the room, trying to take deep breaths to calm himself, all while Mason is shaking. "Mason...you know who I am don't you?..." Your-your Y/N's fiancee" Terry chuckles menacingly as he turns back around go face him. "Oh Mason, I'm so much more than that...you have no idea who I truly am, what I'm capable of, or what I will do to ensure that anyone who wrongs the one person I care about, will pay for what they have done. And that...is exactly why I am hear" "What? What do you mean?" "You see Mason" he says as he starts pacing the room.

"I have more money than you can even dream of, and I use that to my advantage. I have connections all over LA with many companies, including the police" "The police?! Oh please Mr Silver i-"

"Do not interrupt me! Now where was I? Oh yes. I have connections with the police, so after a little donation and some discussions with them, they are very happy to, let's say...look the other way if anything was to happen to you" Mason is still shaking "And with all the money I have, I decided to go ahead and...buy this company" "You bought this company?! But that means-" "That means I spoke with your boss this evening and offered her a great deal in exchange for the deed to this company, and she happily exepted. So now Mason, your looking at the new owner of this whole place. And...seeing as your MY employee now...I get to do what ever I want with you" "Look I'm sorry alright! I'll apologise to Y/N just please don't fire me!" "Fire you? You think i would let you off that easy? No no no Mason I'm not going to just fire you. Let me tell you about my connections Mason, I'm able to do many things in LA, including looking up you and your life style. Not to mention your paper work, CV and many other things. Which is why I have spoken to my personal lawyer, who happens to be the most important and respected lawyer in America. And as we speak, he is talking to and informing every single laywer in LA about you, and that if you wanted to hire one, they would refuse you out flat" "What?! You can't do that!"

"Oh really? I think you'll find I can. Plus, I have taken the necessary steps to dig into your paperwork and get my friends to talk with your previous employers too. So now, not only will none of your previous employers give you a reference, they won't even egnowlege your egsistance. And any paperwork that you previously had from them has been removed and is no longer available for you" "You! How could you?" "How could I? Shouldn't I be asking you the same question? After talking to your previous boss Mason, I've learned a lot about you. About how your the office harasser, about how you target woman and only praise men. About how you pay women less money and any chance you get, you try to bring down any woman so low that they feel like they could never be anything more than a speck of dirt. I know men like you, and I wont allow you to carry on your reign of terror on these poor woman, and my fiancee! So not only am I fiaring you Mason, but I've made sure there us absolutely no chance of you getting a job like this again, or anything that pays this well either. At best, you'll be lucky to get a place in a McDonald's" "Please Mr Silver..." "Begging is going to get you nowhere Mason, you put yourself in this situation, and now your going to have to deal with it"

Terry smirks as he walks towards the door, but it seems Mason's anger bursts out. "F#ck you! And f#ck your pathetic little fiancee too!" Its only then that he realises what he's said, and he instantly regrets it. Terry slowly reaches for the door, closing and locking it, so now Mason was locked in there with Terry. He turns back slowly to face him. "Do you remember what I said about the police Mason? About how they would look the other way if anything were to happen to you?....just know this..." he said looking at Mason with the coldest and most evil stare he had ever done. "You brought this on your self..."

You awake in the hospital bed the next day, around about 11.30, and your sight is a little blurry at first. You had been out of it for quite a long time, but at least you weren't in pain anymore. Your stomach and chest area felt numb and stiff, but not painful, and that was a wonderful feeling to have after what happened. You don't realise Terry is there at first until he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "Terry?" "Good morning sweetheart. How are you feeling?" "I uhh, I'm not sure. I'm not feeling any pain right now so that's a good thing" "I'm glad your not hurting anymore. The doctor said this pain medication will last another few hours, but after it wears off it wont be half as bad as when you first came to the hospital" "That's good, so what do I do? Have I got to do exercises or something?" "No no, you need to have plenty of rest and take pain killers until it's all healed up" "Well I've got plenty of time to do that, now that I've been fired. Oh Terry what am I going to do about a job? I cant let you pay all the bills, I need to do something about work" "You don't need to do anything except rest and whatever the doctor tells you to do. You can return to work when your all better" "But Terry I told you, I was fired" "Not anymore your not..." "I don't understa-...Terry what did you do? Oh god did you call Mason?" "Sweetheart there's no need to panic I promise. Your not fired anymore, and you can go back to your new job when your better" "New job?" "Yes, you've been promoted to head of the company. It's much better pay and less time in the office too" "But that makes no sence? Only the owner of our company can do that, and she hasn't spoken to me about anything" "Who said she was the owner anymore?..." "Terry did you....did you buy a company?!" "Your company" "But-but-why? Why waist your money doing that?!"

"Oh trust me sweetheart, it wasn't a waist" "Terry, why? I could have just looked for another job" "Sweetheart, I love you, and I had many reasons for doing what I did. Firstly, I know how much you love your job, it was only made worse for you and you struggled as soon as Mason started working there as your boss. You said yourself months ago that you wanted to work up to a higher position. And I think you've more than earned it. Also, I spoke with the previous owner and it seemed that Mason wasn't in her good books either, so she was more than happy for me to do what I wished with him, while also offering her a great deal to buy the company. Sweetheart you know I have more money than I can even count. £700.000 is like a £10 note for me. Plus it's an investment too" "£700.000?!" "Oh come on, I've payed more than that for one of my cars I like to collect. Anyway, she happily excepted and now I own the whole place! After our discussion too, she told me about all the other women who had been affected by Mason, and they will be well compensated and given a pay rise aswell. I'll let you tell them that when you return as their new head of the company" "Terry I, I don't know what to say, how could I ever thank you?" "You have already done so much for me sweetheart. Before I met you, I thought I was never going to be worthy of love. But you loved me for who I am, all the bad history and all. You excepted me, brought me back to life and made me feel like the most important person in the world. I need no thanks from you, just knowing your happy and safe is all I desire from you" "Oh Terry, I love you so much" "I love you too" He leans over to you so you wont have to sit up, and gives you a sweet kiss.

"So can I ask, what happened to Mason? Did you fire him?" "Oh I did more than that. Let's just say, his career is no longer anything to brag about. That #sshole will be lucky to get a job at a coffee house. That is...after he recovers...." "Recovers from what?" Its at that moment that you and Terry see a stretcher moving someone past the doorway, and it has Mason on it! He's all bruised up and his arm is in a sling moaning about how much pain he was in. That's when Terry gives you a cheeky smile. "Terry! Was that you?!" "Noone talks about my girl the way he did..." "Terry I cant belive you did that! That was.....actually brilliant" "You think so?" "Yes! That b#stard got what he deserved, and I'm so glad it was you that brought him down. Thank you" "Anything for you, beautiful" About 10 minutes later, the doctor comes back in and explained everything that happend from the accident and what you needed to do in order to get better. He said you could go home with Terry, and that you must remember to take it easy. Terry helped you get dressed when the doctor left, than he took you by the arm and helped you outside and towards the car where Terry's personal driver was waiting. It just felt a little strange walking around when you couldn't feel most of your torso, but again, you'd take that over the pain any day. When Terry got you home, he helped you get comfortable on the sofa and made you and him some coffee. You both spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing and spending quality time together. Plus, you had a discussion about work, now that you were both pretty much working for your own company, this was a whole brand new adventure you and him were about to go on, and you couldn't be more exited.

[aplpaca]

why is having your ocs be your special interest unfortunate? please tell us about them!! (curious, friendly tone)

It's unfortunate bc theres not content for them that exist without my own effort 😔(outside of a couple friends) so i cant reblog posts about them like i would for like critical role or something. ive got a variety of "main character" ocs and most of them started out as ttrpg characters that then got their own non-rpg "canon" in a story universe im making with some friends that may or may not end up turning into a series of books. (overarching "plot" of it is that the birth of a new deity ends up connecting people and politics of several planets in different universes)

so like my "main" characters for that are vyma, claysen, and yianni. vyma also has an equally canon ttrpg incarnation for a game thats still ongoing, but claysen and yianni started out as ttrpg characters but now their "canon" is just their storyverse incarnations. i put actual character descriptions under the cut

ima talk about vyma's storyverse incarnation for this, since theres Spoilers for her ttrpg canon that players who follow me dont know yet (but like, the core personality is the same between the two so yeah). but anyway, her full name in storyverse is Vyma Bapp-Matieyepa sip-Sabapak, which is kinda long bc cultural naming conventions include familial last name, chosen/official clan affiliation, and familal-but-not-official clan affiliation (if someone has that). She's one of the unofficial leaders of a revolutionary/resistance group (other leader is one of @cosmemery's characters Naki) that funnels political prisoners to freedom and tries to counteract the imperialism of the country that subjugated theirs and the harm from their own gov that tries to meet the imperialists in the middle. Vyma is pretty tall, pretty butch, and pretty ace. She's got lowkey disabling hyperempathy, but this gets paired with an autistic flat affect that makes her come across unintentionally blunt, monotone, and insensitive at times. she's kinda overcompensated for social issues by using her hyperempathy and just general problem solving to get really fucking good at reading people/figuring out how people are feeling. this unfortunately does not make her any more conversationally adept, and in some cases makes her kinda preachy instead. her flight response (like the trauma response, not just the general fight or flight) is through the fucking roof and she would and prob will grind herself into dust in an attempt to make what she considers a positive impact. she's chronically sleep deprived and refuses to talk about her feelings in a way thats not dodging the question. she likes to bake, but hasnt been able to in a while.

Claysen Hishari (birthname Jarren Claysen Vidravalsh) is like lowkey highkey kinda of A Lot in terms of stuff he's got going on. id like to think i do a decent job not being Edgy (TM) with him but like,,yeah. He's a formal noble who escaped his shitty dad after his mom died and ended up being blackmailed into becoming a spy/assassin. He also technically has emotion/identity-influenced magical power equivalent to at least a minor god, but hes repressing that and its only almost killed him once. His appearance is altered via illusion magic almost constantly. He's more visibly autistic and uses a trade sign language to talk fairly frequently. When he's not signing, he has a very specific speech pattern, and often pauses in the middle of sentences while he figures out how to make words work. At the start of the story, he basically hasn't had goals or ambitions or strong personal convictions for A While, and a lot of his growth is Growing A Fucking Spine and Learning To Act On Things. A lot of his other growth is self acceptance stuff (both autism and the whole emotionally volatile magic thing bc por que no los dos). He has a pretty fuckin codependant relationship with @cosmemery's character Kay, and even before they actually become romantic, theyre platonically flirty with each other to a kinda obnoxious degree. hes bi, super reserved but has a certain air of competence/force of presence to him despite that, and has a special interest in spiders and bugs in general

And apparently tumblr has a word limit for asks or somthing bc it wont let me add my last characters paragraph onto this so im gonna just reblog it with yianni's stuff in a sec

[malleleothreesome]

Have you ever thought about making writing your new '9-5' job? Or is it just a passionate hobby for you?

AKIISAME I LOVE U SO MUCH THANKS FOR SENDING ME THIS FUN QUESTION, I'M SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RESPOND!!!

Okay, first of all, I'm truly honored you think I could be a full time writer! I told my bff & coworker Emily, who is a professional copywriter, that you sent me this message and she basically told me to never become a full time writer because it sucks all the passion out of writing 😂

That being said, her job as a copywriter is a lot different than the job of like, a novelist or something, and I think writing books could be really fun! I know some fanfics get turned into novels, and that is a very exciting prospect for me, but I'm not sure how I would actually feel about that when it came down to it, or if it something I would want to do.

This year, one of my goals is to write a novel-length fanfic inspired by this idea.

I mostly write in second person, which is apparently not a very marketable perspective for books. One of my greatest joys about what I do here is that I am able to create a story that you all can fully immerse yourselves in and have a deeper connection to. The only reason I started writing in the first place is because I had such an overwhelming love for Malleus and Leona, I needed a medium to express that love through. If I were to actually write a novel length fanfiction that was successful enough to get picked up as a book, I'd have to change so many details to avoid copyright, and I'd have to choose an actual descriptive MC... If it came down to it, I don't know if I would turn down such an offer, but I would certainly have to think through all the pros and cons. The main goal of making profit off of this would be so that I could continue to write fics and pursue other artistic endeavors that would bring me endless joy and fulfillment in my life. Regretfully, I don't have any other book ideas besides things that are inspired by TWST, since MalleLeo occupy too much space in my brain to make room for OCs or other arcs.

Unfortunately, I feel like writing is a lot less profitable than art. I wish I could sell my fanfics in cute lil hardcover books in a similar vein to how artists sell keychains of their faves, but I don't even know if thats something people would want. It would be uncharted territory and D*sney would probably try to take me out.

Another concern is AI and the uncertainty of what the art industry is even going to look like in the next few years... I am lucky that AI writing is not currently very good, but who knows how that is going to change. Before I became a writer and started writing fics, I used to be a lot more concerned for my friend Emily's writing career. However, now that I truly understand what it means to write, I feel a bit more secure against the AI. Line by line, every word I choose to speak, every concept I choose to employ, every direction I send the story in is meticulously crafted... an Erica Original™️. The computers can steal my writing style, but they can't steal my thoughts and my brain... at least not yet (knock on wood). I mean, with writing, there are only so many combinations of words and phrases that you can use. What matters is now is how I, a human, choose to use them. Right now, AI just does what is predictable. I could have a tender moment happening one second, and choose to send Malleus flying off a cliff the next second—and I'd still create a cohesive story that kept y'all on the edges of your seat.

Last but not least, I am a Software Engineer, and I also have a mortgage... the mortgage makes it harder for me to take financial risks, and I would need to make close to how much I'm currently making in my job to feel comfy switching careers... 😅

[afreakingdork]

This is what im feeling rn with CTM (im back with more song sharing as always lol)

Starry Night — Jordan Critz

There is no lyrics just pure instrument- but the feels I get it so much. Its calming but my heart feel at edge(?) I feel it squeeze with sadness or some intense emotion. A melancholic feel. Then you can also get the feel of regret from the song- the type of regret that you are still dwelling in as you remember past memories that make you regret it. A sad nostalgic feel? Its not even bittersweet- its just sad-

It feels like reader/donnie sitting lonely in their room after days/weeks not seeing each other- suddenly their memories just start to play. Like a slideshow? Maybe- could be seen as small little film playing in their mind of all the memories they both had with each other. Just thinking 'when did all these memories start to hurt me' . It used to be full of warmth, but now all of them just feel as if someone stabbed them in the heart.

I tried to find a more happier- or atleast bittersweet feel to it. Well, I did find just the small feel of the 'happier/bittersweet' side to the music. But its more to a what the song is playing "building up" for-. The parts where the instruments start to "build up" and multiple instruments start to have a faster rhythm(?) feels as if there is a chance or hope for both of them. A hope.. that there is a way for it to work out. But then as the music goes back to the slowly, melancholic feel- it feels as if its just a fantasy of one of them (reader/donnie) . A hopeful thinking- imagination? Daydream/dream perhaps. in a more descriptive way- i guess it feels as if they are in between the sad memories- they daydreamed for a brighter path to open up a chance and they cant help but chase that hopeful feeling- maybe even forgetting its all just in their 'dream'. To the music slowing back down to them 'waking up' from the 'hopeful dream'.. only to be greeted back by the reality.. the silence and cold atmosphere feel of their(reader/donnie) room. Alone.

..does it make sense? Lol im so bad with Explaining lol I wanted to say 'wishful' but idk if thats a right word to use lol. Im not a writer unfortunately :'D

Hope you have fun reading this tho! Sorry if this is alot lol- anyways- again cant wait for the next Chapter! Lord bless ya friend 💛 hope you are doing well!

I think you did a great job painting a melancholy picture! It has wonderfully wistful vibes~

Thank you so much for enjoying the fic and never worry about writing 'too much.' These notes have been such a delight to get back to when I can carve out time!

[log6]

Hi I saw you said you were open to giving relationship advice? Please, I need some help on dealing with my crazy coworker. My job is a supporting role doing technical drawings, and the sales reps give us specifications on what should be in the drawings. This one sales rep keeps asking for revisions, then going back on those revisions, then changing her mind again and reimplementing the revisions. She also keeps asking for extra stuff thats not in my job description that I can technically do, and have foolishly done in the past, but it takes up so much of my time. And of course she keeps asking for this stuff ASAP, ignoring that she's one of 5 reps I service. Idk if she doesn't understand the amount of work she's asking me to do, or doesn't care, but it has to stop. I can't work a third 60 hour week in a row.

I guess my question is: how do I tell her to stop, but in a professional way? I'm not confident that I can just tell her no bc she's been with the company for 3 years and I was just hired. I also really don't want to get fired bc I'm paycheck to paycheck. She's also not my boss but idk how to complain to my boss about her.

Thanks for your time, sorry for the weird ask but I need some advice other than "just push through it!!!" And you seem smart enough to not take coworkers shit.

The first and easiest thing to do is when she asks you to do these things tell her that unfortunately due to time constraints you don't think those things will be possible, but you'll see what you can do. Then so some or none of them. Really what you want to do is find one that's your best ratio on time and effort to client appreciation and do that. Or just don't. Personally I'd also ask your boss if this is typical of the client and if these are things you're expected to do. The other option is to just bring it up with your boss, if they're a good supervisor they'll help you deal with this because one client affecting someone's ability to work with 4 other clients is just not a good problem to have. But that can also definitely depend on how high value a specific client is. The way to talk to your boss about it is definitely make it about affecting your ability to work with other clients. Essentially the goal here is to get your supervisor to sign on off on saying no to these things. You can also tell her time constraints don't allow for the volume of work (mention number of revisions specifically) she frequently requests and offer solutions like asking your supervisor if she can be handled by someone with more time available to dedicate directly to her (even if that isn't actually a real possibility). If you are actually able to do the work (the revisions specifically) and time is just the problem because she keeps asking for things immediately you'd be reasonable to tell her that unfortunately you can't expedite a high number of revisions for a single client all the time and frequent vacillation on revisions will result in delays on deliverables.

[algacha]

MEET STELLA

"Hello! Stella at your service! Pleased to meet you!"

Description :

Stella has a bright and cheerful personality . she comes across as a figure of kindness and empathy, often endearing herself quickly to those around her . But be warned—she may seem like a sweet old bunny, but you’ll never know what truly lies beneath that fake smile of hers .

MORE INFO ABOUT STELLA BELOW :

She has a younger sister named Luna . I'll give her a description on a later post but all you need to know is that Luna is basically the opposite of Stella . Shes very quiet nor very sociable to others but that doesn't mean she outright ignores everybody. Thats Al's job!

Speaking of Al , she is actually Stella's boss! Unfortunately, they both don't get along well after the events that went down between them in the past . They only talk to each other if its important business but sometimes Stella tries to talk to her which ends up going horribly every single time..

I'll give you a fun fact about Stella . Stella can turn her staff into a small wand so it will be more easier to carry around her . Thats why in one of the pictures you see Stella holding a wand instead of a staff!

This isnt undertale related as this is just oc lore that I wanted to put in cuz their so silly and super not traumatized! ( ahem al.. ) . Yea so thats basically it for this post . I'll be working on Luna's description and finish up my exams that's like next week....Wish me luck!

[thousandheadeddolphin]

Nevermind we're doing this tonight welcome to the lvl.0 lighting round

Actual reviews under readmore, but the tldr is that the quality generally averaged towards generally being kinda good, which I know is probably not gonna be sustained for long

LVL. 0.0: tutorial Level

I ultimately have no complaints, since this is, at its core, just a slightly more fleshed-out version of classic backrooms, which as stated in my introductory post, is good even through a thousand layers of content farm induced irony. I enjoy how theyve pretty much fenced it off from the rest of the levels due to no-clipping being required to progress, allowing it to still stand on it own to some extent. Though I do have a slightly nitpicky complaint about its title, simply because it leans too far into the video game angle, and the grammar feels a bit clunky and stiff at certain points, but at the end of the day, theres a reason this got so big in the first place. 8.5/10

LVL. O.1: Zenith station

This one plays around with the format a little, adding normal prose to the beginning to give context to why theres just a whole ass space station in piss carpet hell (yeah, the article itself describes the carpets as smelling like pee), which is generally better than its parent article, which, unfortionately isnt kept up in the prose of the article itself, which generally matches 0.0s quality. Id actually like this level a lot if it wasnt connected to the backrooms, where its existence doesnt exactly make any sort of sense, mainly from a metatextual perspective, mainly because it just doesnt match with any of the other levels heavy usage of nostalgic imagary compared this whole ass space station. This is likely just a consequence of a lot of the earlier levels just going "Yo what if this thing was in the backrooms" and just. kinda clashes even with other levels of its ilk. 8/10 if it was disconnected from the backrooms, 6/10 as it currently is

LVL. 0.2: Remodeled mess

To be honest, even though its like, bordering on a joke level, at least the jokes actually funny. plus, It genuinely feels like like smaller part of a level, instead of like, a full level that they just crammed into 0.0. The format scew, in this case taking the form of notes between a remodeler and his boss genuinely has a lot of personality and originality that a majority of the other levels of its ilk lack. overall, 7.5/10, not necessarily the most flashy or interesting (sub)level, but it gets its job done perfectly fine

LVL. 0.3: The icy rooms

Another level centering around the backrooms remodeling company, this times its not their fault, and theyre just trying to remodel a part of 0.1 thats just. frozen over for some reason. Another somewhat comedic level, this time exclusively featuring the same kind of notes from the previous sublevel. I do think it overuses the crossed out text gimmick, and the comedy(?) wears a bit thin, but i otherwise have no real complaints. 7/10 cool level

(please note that all levels after are not numbered by the wiki)

LVL O.4: Below Zero

Oops! All format screws! This ones actually got pretty good, though way too purple, prose. Most of the concepts within the level are kinda bare bones, the same kind of hallways as the ones in 0.0, but dark this time, a bog, which is so vaguely described that I dont even know if its metaphorical or not, and the hallway but before with rubble this time. Unfortunately, I cant really say much about it, due to the barrage of dead links, very, very sparce descriptions and the relatively small irritant of it not having any real reason to not be a standalone level other than the novelty factor, so Im gonna have to give it a 5/10.

LVL. 0.5: Echo Chamber

Man theres like, no reason for this to be separate from 0.4. If i struggled to come up with things to say about the last level, this one doesnt even have descriptions of its environment. The story that theyre trying to tell here is actually kinda well executed, though it doesnt really justify it being separate from the base backrooms in the way its implied to be. 4/10 I know its written by a different guy, but at least justify why you should exist as a separate construct from the original sublevel

LVL. 0.6: The Manila Rooms

This one has a plot point within the first paragraph. How can it serve as a meeting point if, by virtue of it being a sublevel of 0.0, it is impossible to find another human. Aside from that, this is functionally just a version of 0.0 with furnishings and actual way to leave without ramming your face into walls for 3 hours. Otherwise, nice set dressing, prose that do a better job at replicating scps style than 99% of the first 100 other levels, and actually makes use of the MEG instead of just having them stand around and justify why every single article is written like a damn court case. 6/10, gets its job done but It doesnt do anything else

LVL. 0.7: The red rooms

Oh hey another format screw, this time being another one were it just breaks into normal prose and overrides the normal text of the level, which though played out, got a bit of a kick out of me. Though, all things considered, the prose themselves flounder a bit, simply due to the author layering too many adjectives, and some inexplicable choices in analogy. But I really enjoy the way the author plays with the formatting especially near the end, and the concepts pretty damn solid on its own. 7/10, would reccomend.

LAST ONE: LVL. 0.8: The torment

Another format screw, this time just with some background stuff about how it just. randomly showed up. It suddenly drops some stuff about spirits and like, again, why did these need to be connected to 0.0. The prose do a good job at replicating the general stylings of scp, and the concept of, agonizing life after death is really, really good, it just, didnt need to be tacked onto 0.0 beyond the context of it just showing up there for two minutes. 6.5/10 normally, 6/10 because this didnt need to have anything to do with 0.0