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jinxedshapeshifter · 1 year ago
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Angsty Flower Language Inspiration for Your Next Hanahaki Disease Story
Didn't specify fanfiction because hanahaki disease definitely doesn't have to be specific to fanfiction BUT ANYWAY. I don't see enough people use flower language in hanahaki stuff. Maybe I just don't read enough hanahaki disease fanfiction, but I am here to tell you some (maybe not) fun flower language you can add to your hanahaki stuff to add some spice for anyone who knows flower language.
Also, I'm specifically referencing Victorian flower language here. Just figured I'd clarify. If I get anything wrong please correct me aljsfgadg
Carnations
Striped Carnations - This is one I'm surprised I don't see more often. Striped carnations symbolize refusal. There are so many ways you could go about this. Refusal to accept/admit feelings, refusal to be with the individual afflicted, more that I can't think of off the top of my head. Get creative, y'know?
Yellow carnations - Yellow carnations are a step above striped carnations. Where striped carnations are used to symbolize refusal, yellow ones are used to symbolize rejection, disdain, and disappointment, and therefore won't be as flexible when used in hanahaki disease stories. Doesn't mean you can't crank up the angst though; yellow carnations could be great for use in an enemies to lovers type story.
Roses
Black roses - I'm only bringing up black first because of the angst potential lol. Black roses symbolize death, hatred, despair, sorrow, mystery, danger, and obsession. Do with that what you will, make people fucking sob with it.
Yellow roses - Hitting you once again with the angst, while yellow roses do have positive meaning (friendship, apology, intense emotion, and undying love) they also have some that will make your readers do a double take if they read that your character is coughing up yellow roses and know the symbolism. On the negative side of the coin of yellow rose meanings, yellow roses can symbolize betrayal, broken hearts, jealousy, and infidelity. I want to read a hanahaki fic where a character who is in a relationship suddenly develops hanahaki with no warning and the flowers they're coughing up end up being yellow roses because their partner is cheating.
Hyacinth
Purple hyacinth - Purple hyacinth from what I gather is basically used to ask for forgiveness, and also symbolizes sorrow. Use it for when the character who is the subject of the afflicted's affections realizes what's going on and is made deeply upset by it? 👀
Yellow hyacinth - Yellow hyacinth symbolizes jealousy. Not sure exactly how you'd add this to a hanahaki story but I'd love to see how someone tries to!
Lilies
Asphodel - Lots of people already know this (you know who you are) but asphodel is a type of lily that symbolizes death. I love the idea of this being used when one character suddenly dies and another develops hanahaki as a result.
Orange lilies - While orange lilies can symbolize desire and passion (adding a little bit of potential hope to your story), they also symbolize hatred. I'm sure your readers will have lots of fun deciphering which one it is if you're subtle with it lol.
Peruvian lilies - The main symbolism I'm personally looking at here is the symbolism of friendship. Friendzoned through hanahaki disease with an absolutely beautiful flower, what a way to be friendzoned.
Spider lilies - Red spider lilies are referred to as the Lily of Death, do with that as you will and make your readers fucking sob in the process.
Miscellaneous
Wormwood - Again, lots of people already know the symbolism of wormwood (you know who you are) but wormwood symbolizes bitterness and sorrow. ANGST.
Wolfsbane - Perfect for your human/part human falling in love with a non-human who hates humans, wolfsbane symbolizes misanthropy, which is the general dislike, hatred, or distrust of humans (which gives me an idea for a D&D Honor Among Thieves fic but that's besides the point).
Tansy - Tansy apparently means "I declare war on you" and honestly I would LOVE to see a fic where a character develops hanahaki disease, starts coughing up tansies, and starts fucking PANICKING because they know the symbolism.
Rainflower - one of the potential meanings of rainflower is "I will never forgive you" SO GO FORTH AND MAKE ANGST.
Aloe - Aloe symbolizes grief. I don't think I have to go any farther.
Now go forth and use flower language in your hanahaki stories to bring tears. Please I am begging you
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grumpyneko · 1 year ago
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#1: Whirlwind
It's been a while since I wrote something in here. Wanted to document stuff here so the future me could look back at something.
Life had been so quick lately and I have been extremely busy and sort of overworked in a sense that it is also actually my fault.
Long story short: I have graduated from my undergrad, currently reviewing for the licensure exam (which, at this point of my life, idk if I can actually take), and is starting med school literally in 3 days.
It's kinda insane to think about how stagnant my life had become back during the height of the pandemic and then I've been extremely busy. Looking back, God truly had the best timing in life.
I took a 6-month break from studying and I was privileged enough to be able to do that. I realized I wasn't learning anything at all with the online setup, worry about the pandemic, and just the overall changes in environment - a quick talk to my parents have made me decide that they are willing to let me rest for a while. During that period, I've always pondered about how stagnant and slow my life had become. It had been some sort of baggage in me. Seeing peers graduate and achieve success, whereas I'm still in the middle of the battlefield. I was at home, feeling alone and left out. It was a double-edge sword. I was able to rest but I was also k*lling myself with defeating discouragement. It was prolly one of my bravest decision.
While I do not regret that decision, I always think of "what could haves." What could have happened if I didn't pause? What could have happened if I did things differently? It was futile!
When 2022 came in, I was willing to do everything I could, determine to finish this program and to race towards my dreams. And that's when the perfect timing came in, I was given the opportunity to practice clinical internship on actual hospital, was given opportunity to learn outside the computer screen again. And for me, that was all what I desired at that moment. Albeit, I had to sacrifice many things to move to the province to be able to do this. I had to do my very best since everyone was counting on me.
Stopping by one semester means I have to wait. The waiting game was killing me. I finished the program. Med school doesn't start until the middle of the year. I had nothing left to do. I wasn't planning on taking the licensure exam, just letting life takes its course. A random one day in the 3rd month of the year, I had a conversation with a friend where she asked me whether I'll be taking the board exam. The lingering feelings I had after that conversation had me thinking that maybe I really do have a desire to have a license on my undergrad course. I busted my ass out and quickly prepared all the materials and papers needed for the licensure exam, as well as my med school application. I was able to enroll on April, but review would only start at June. That gave me two months to actually properly review for the exams.
In between leisures and entertainment, June quickly came in and I had virtually zero rest since then. Classes are daily. We had to cram 4-year worth of study materials in 1 month so we could focus the other remaining one month for reinforcement. It was physically taxing and mentally draining. And I'm surprise that I had zero mental breakdown since review started. My sensitive teenage self would be so proud of what I have become.
And after a long waiting game, we finally had our graduation ceremony. I wasn't excited about it if I were to be honest. It kind of feels like I have many things on my plate right now. But just this afternoon, I had a self-reflection and realized just how thankful I am that I have come this far.
Med school is starting in Monday. Board exam is in two weeks. Everything is happening so fast now. I am scared, and anxious but the excitement overpowers anything. There's a certain optimism living in me. Idk if it's just the bliss of innocence left in me or if it's my blind faith to something unseen. I may or may not receive a good news next month, but If I have learned anything for the past years is that the fact that there's always a perfect timing for everything. I'll be ready for it when it comes to me.
Signed: July 28, 2023, 12:16 A.M.
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idolsummons · 1 year ago
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❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜ @ ren
random dialogue prompts ・゚✫ @discipulusmaleficus
'There's laws against smoking indoors.' Ren holds up the cigarette and his lighter as though to prove his point before he lights it up. There's a chill in the night air which makes part of Ren wish he was still inside, but a larger part decided that this was much more important. 'Could ask the same of you.' He nods his head in Kalmar's direction. 'Why aren't you inside?'
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wonustars · 1 year ago
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𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘭 ’𝘴 𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 (𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘳)
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“𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶” - 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘦’𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩
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story inspirtation came from this poll pairing: c.sc x reader word count: estimated ~10k+ (this teaser: 983 words)
genre: friends to friends with benefits to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut (mdni)
summary: You and Seungcheol have been friends ever since you were kids. Growing up as neighbours, experiencing all the horrific adolescent moments in high school, and now going to the same University together. Even though you’ve denied it many times to your friends, part of you has always had feelings for him, not that you would ever say it out loud. He is the one person you can trust with anything and everything. So what happens when he propositions the idea of becoming friends with benefits? (the plot maybe change a little while i’m continuing to write but the overall theme will stay the same <;3)
tags: bestfriend!seungcheol, nonidol!au, university!au, female!reader, mutual pining, slow burn so painful you'll feel it in your toes, they are one year apart, SLIGHT like extremely miniscule wonwoo x reader (for the angst mwahahaha), seungcheol is a jealous jealous man, they're both idiots, jeonghan is a menace as always, seungcheol has a lot of pride, so does the reader, (i'll add more once its finished lol)
warnings/smut: this will be added on in the full post.
taglist: open! send an ask, dm, or comment to be tagged for when i post the full fic.
notes: long time no post everyone.... a LOT of people voted for an s.coups story on my poll so i'm here to deliver mwahahahaha...ALSO im so proud of the banner i made like udek i love how it looks hehhehe, i spent a good hour or so on it T-T ! i really have an urge to write a longer story, so idk when i'll be finished because it may take me a while to finish so sorry in advance. I just started writing and I was playing Mikee's Letters by Just Hush during it and so i thought id incorperate the song into the story, but barely lol (its a tagalog song so sorry if the translation is a lil rough my tagalog is not the most accurate). this story is SOOOOOO self indulgnet that it should be criminal lol BUT im really excited to write this and im really excited to share it with everyone,,, but first i actually got to finish it hehe. talk to u soon, mwah <3!
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As long as you could remember you and Seungcheol have been attached to the hip. Even though he was a year older than you, you couldn’t remember the last time you spent a day without him. You’ve been in each others lives ever since then, starting all the way from the young, bright age of 5, when you and your family moved into the small, humble house across his. Although your parents weren’t very well off, Cheol was. It was an odd thing that you two were neighbours because his house was much more grand, and nicer kept than yours. This didn’t really bother you growing up though, he always made you feel like an equal.  
Seungcheol has been with you through it all, the petty fights in middle school to the pains of adolescence in high school. He’s seen you at your worst, like the time you tripped and fell trying to impress a cute guy at school, which resulted in a nose bleed. You were so embarrassed but at the end of the day Cheol was there to help you clean your bloody nose and pick you back up. A true night and shining armor, which was practically his brand. He was the one to patch up your heart, breakup after breakup. Always your shoulder to lean on when you’re feeling down, and especially when you’re happy. 
A man and bestfriend like Choi Seungcheol didn’t come around very often, and you took notice of that since you were young. You cherish every moment you have and will have with him. He is a true gentleman with a heart of gold. He’s handsome, smart, rich and caring. Every single box on your list is ticked off when it comes to him. Yet, you know that no matter how hard you love him, you will only ever be his bestfriend. The girl he sees as practically his younger sister. The bittersweet feeling of being so close to him tugs your heart till its torn. It took you a long time to accept that all you’ll ever be is his bestfriend, and even now, you’re still trying to accept this fact. 
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Seungcheol has always seen himself as your best friend. The man that will be there for you when you have no one else to turn to. He has never seen you as more than his best friend, his y/n. He is a man who never second-guesses himself, always keeping a strong-willed sense of mind. Every time one of his friends asked him if he had feelings for you, he would simply answer no; and that you were like a younger sister to him. 
That first year was lonely for him, he didn’t really know anyone and all his classes kept him away from socializing. The only thing that seemed to have stayed constant was you. You face-timed him at least once a week before he went to bed, never forgetting to remind him how much you missed him, and how much you cared for him. In the simplest words, you were his rock for that first year. 
Seungcheol was never warned about how lonely and jarring your first year could be. The change in place, people, and most importantly the change in the fact that you weren’t there experiencing it beside him. He was never one to believe clichè sayings, but he finally understood what the saying “distance makes the heart grow fonder” really felt like. He had gotten so overwhelmed from the loneliness he even began to write you letters, ones he would never actually send out, as cheesy as it sounds. But knowing that he was addressing them to you brought him some type of solace in that first year.
 A year later you came to study at the same university, and he was elated, to say the least. Finally, he had thought to himself. The one person he hadn’t been able to see, smell, or touch for a year was finally going to be in his proximity. 
Unlike Cheol, you were only able to go to this school through bursaries and scholarships, your parents simply just couldn’t afford to send you to school in a different city otherwise. It reminded you how lucky Seungcheol was to receive support from his parents, getting and going to school was nothing he had to ever think twice about. You knew you could’ve stayed with your family, and gone to school closer to your house, but with Cheol away, it just wasn’t the same. Nothing had felt the same since he left. But this didn’t matter to you the moment you felt his arms wrap around you again. 
You stood there in the airport all alone, eyes searching for a head of freshly dyed blond hair. The moment you heard his voice call your name, you knew you were finally home. 
“Y/n!” An excited, deep voice calls out for you. 
You whip your head around to see him. The man you hadn’t seen in so long, the man you were so desperately in love with. Your best friend. 
“Cheol!” A squeal escapes your lips, you run to him. He pulls you into a tight hug, wrapping his large hands around your smaller frame. Swinging you around like crazy, a laugh bubbles up from your throat. 
“I’ve missed you so much y/n.” Cheol exasperates as he hugs you tighter, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.
“I’ve missed you too Cheol…” You whisper into his chest, breathing in his expensive cologne, not caring that you are in public; staying there to embrace him for a weirdly long period of time. “Never leave for that long again.” 
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skullytotheark · 8 months ago
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[design drawn by Peachy-cloudds]
My Personal headcanons for The Operator / Slenderman
[warning: a SHIT tone of writing almost sorry not actually]
The Main inspirtation is by the concept of a hivemind plantlike entity, Has this concept been done before for Slender. Yea, Am I still gonna use it? Yea 🤭 [i love eldritch plant beings they're so cool]
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In World Lore:
An extremely long time ago, A being of unknown origin manifested into the world, Simply appearing out of the blue. Being able to exist on all four layers of existence with no consequence for it's actions. Originally said to be an old folk tale elders would tell to children to scare them, The Operator, although known across the world as multiple names, Some extremely fitting while others were uncreative / unoriginal. The entity within the tale would maintain the same behavior in every culture that was made aware of it. Often stalking heavily wooded areas attempting to lure those who were unexpecting into the forest where it will stalk it's prey until they barely escape or become it's next meal. However even escape was never the last one would see the Operator. As it continued to stalk those who saw it relentlessly until it grows tired of the same torment. Or It claims another life. The operator was once said to be in many books recording folklore; however the pages and stories of encounters with it have simply been erased from existence. As if it tears the pages out itself. Wanting to remain within the darkness where it can watch and wait for those who are unaware.
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Headcanons:
Spiders tend to make small nests in the small holes that are on slender’s body, These spiders due to long exposure can give you the drowning if they bite you
The Spiral in the center of Slender’s face can hypnotize it’s victims. In my canon it’s how Slender gains most of it’s proxies
The reason Slender can disturb cameras and cause them to break is because of the electric frequency it admits. Similar to how fungi also admit Electric frequencies and is also source of the strange staticy hiss that tends to admit and follow Slender around
Slenderman is just a fae of sorts [which is just a fancy way of saying fairies], The type of fae that typically kidnap children and eat them. In my HC I kinda like to think that it is considered to be one of the first mythical forest spirits [also implying that Slender is old as balls]
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The Drowning / Slendersickness:
The drowning is a form of “Sickness” one can get when being exposed to the entity known as “The Operator” for a long period of time. It gets its name due to the feeling of choking on water and lack of air in your lungs
Normally you’d have to be in contact or near the Operator to contact the drowning however if one is sick with the drowning the drowning can be easily passed onto you with or without knowing it. Another way to get it is if you are marked by the Operator which can give you Stage 2 Of the drowning within the matter of seconds. The sickness originates from Spores that come from The Operator which are a lesser version of the Operator's final stage "The Tower ''. The following symptoms include Violent coughing [to the point of blood], Vomiting, Violent hallucinations, Trouble breathing, Seizures, Violent outbursts / episodes and dissociating. To summarize it, A Lot of the time Sickness slowly but surely eats away at your humanity until you are but a husk of your former self, Causing you to become aggressive and violent towards others. The Operator then feeds off of the conflict and uses it to make it stronger
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[Hoody / Brian in the Ark As seen in Entry# 83 At 6:30]
The Ark:
In Later years The Operator managed to make it’s own personal realm, Made to store the souls of those it has killed [or by proxy] and to drive those who enter it insane. Playing hallucinations that are personal to everyone who enters until they either die or find an exit [which is nearly impossible]. The realm as mentioned stores souls of it that have been killed that are being fed on by whatever lies in the pit that resides within the middle of the Ark, These dead victims are often in a paralyzed state where they are unable to move or speak as they slowly but surely melt into the surface of the Ark slowly becoming apart of it. However The Broken are basically souls that the "Ark" isn't able to feed off of since they are impure, Of course the broken are basically just victims of the Operator that have cracks on their body like fragile glass in a way. These souls and bodies are also often use as infinite battery packs for the Operator, Feeding off of the souls makes them more Powerful, The More souls there are the more of a threat it can become
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[Example image I drew to help explain it kinda]
The Hivemind
The Operator has more than one variant that all act as a single hive mind sharing the same exact thoughts. The following examples are The Tower, The Drones and Hallucination
The Tower: The Tower is the main source of the hivemind, These variants are basically the "Queen Bees" that pop out smaller versions of themselves to scout for food and return it to the Nest. Towers often borrow themselves deep underground where they cannot be touched, often growing extremely giant, For example they can grow to the size of the statue of liberty before stopping. Their tentacles can connect to the roots of trees which allows them to shift the forest at their command, It's also worth noting that the hivemind all share the same thoughts
Drones: The drones are basically mini clones of the hivemind that are produced so the tower doesn't have to expose itself to the outside world and get injured or killed, Their goal is to collect food until the Tower is ready to bloom. But a lot of the time these drones will hypnotize people into doing their biddings for them which is considered to be the norm nowadays. It's also less stress for the drones incase they do not wish to be discovered by the outside world. Drones can also eventually grow into Towers if they live long enough
Hallucinations: These are as you expect, They're the dones way of messing with your head by haunting you and breaking you mentality. They often appear in hallucinations and aren't the actual drones themselves, The main way to tell the difference between a drone and a hallucination is by the color of their tie. Red means that they are physically there attacking you while black means it's not real
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[lazy doodle by me]
The great blooming / The arrival:
this event is pretty straight forward. So the main reason these towers need to collect so much food and souls is so that they can bloom, Their heads unraveling to reveal a black rose that shoots out a giant cloud of spores that will infect those whoever breathes the spores in. These spores have the regular side effects such as the drowning, However those who are infected with the Tower's Spores are a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. If one is infected long enough their heads will implode into a flower and spread more spores around them
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young-royals-confessions · 7 months ago
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To the anon who wondered if writers have changed how thet write after s3, my answer to that is both yes and no.
Yes because there are more canon material, lots of inspirtion for new fics.
And no, not really, not when it comes to the core psychology and behaviour of each character, but yes because we have more info about some characters.
✍️
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sallytwo · 4 months ago
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if ur still doing the ama, please tell me all about ur favourite music (what r ur 3 favourite albums?). and if you have gotten into anything good lately!
im using this as a chance to talk about EVERYTHING EVERYTHING my new fave band. google says their genre is "art rock", they have really interesting rhythm and instrumentation + insanely cool lyricism. also their album/song concepts are banger. some albums:
society of people who live at the bottom of a giant pit who keep growing the pit deeper in order to build a giant mountain (inspirted by capitalist realism by mark fisher)
exploring what it takes to make someone commit a horrible act of terrorism. the climax is about sneaking into buckingham palace and drilling a hole in the queen's skull.
vaguely about using technology to cope with trauma, but they literally trained an AI (who becomes a character on the album) on this array of raw data and then used it to write lyrics to talk about the trauma instead of directly addressing it themselves. GOD!
one of my favorite things about EE is the way they write about horrific catastrophes juxtaposed by mundane, everyday life. MY KZ, UR BF (My Keys, Your Boyfriend) is about a group of typical sitcom characters arguing over petty relationship drama when a bomb is dropped on their apartment and the narrators boyfriend is torn to pieces. "are you guys together, honey? but now i cant find his torso, i guess you're separated" IS SUCH A GOOD BIT OF WORDPLAY.
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get to heaven (song) is another great example of this. it's about someone who's so desensitized to terrible violence that when he's confronted with horrible realities of people dying and bodies burning, he can only think about the mundane- where did i park my car? what's my password? etc?
MY INTRO SONGS: Cold Reactor, Justice, Night of the Long Knives, Cough Cough, and MY KZ UR BF.
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kckt88 · 3 days ago
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I love your stories soo much right now Scorched Hearts is my favorite. But also I loved the one with Vaelys and Viserra they are so original and the fact the Dance does not happen makes me very happy!!!!
I hope you can continue writing more maybe one where Daemon and Rhaenyra have lots of girls that are like their mothers and fell for their uncles and the Dance does not happen because everyone is just too horny for everyone.
Haha thanks :-)
I think Scorched Heart only has few more chapters left then its finished but I do plan on wiritng special chapters from when Aemond/Valaena were younger.
But unfortunately after Scorched Hearts, I will be taking a break from writing as I've recently started a new job and my inspirtation has been lacking a little.
But fingers crossed it will come back soon.
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willgrahamscock · 2 years ago
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hanniballs :3 was rly tired writing, sorry for mistakes and all of the OOC 😔
Hannibal sighed and looked at his meat racks, he had used up the last of his supply cooking a dinner for Will last night. He only regretted it slightly, as he didn't like having to hunt in the morning; it was uncivilized to get up so early in his opinion. He supposed the act of sharing with Will, making their stomachs come together as one was worth it.
Cracking the fingers of his giga-chad hands, he went up his stairs focused on one thing, the hunger in his stomach.
Hannibal's eyes searched through his Patrick-Batemen-Esque collection of business cards until he spotted the perfect one. 'Gabriel Sullivan', his nose crinkled in disgust, he remembered Mr. Sullivan oh too well.
The memories flashed of an intoxcicated Gabriel bumping into Hannibal at a gym (Hannibal was on the grind only at 2am). Gabriel had reached his hand onto Hannibal's shoulder and pulled him in close.
He was revolted just thinking about the vile words Mr. Sullivan had slurred out, "Heyyyyy soy-boy," Sullivan had hiccuped loudly, "do you want to hear about my new crypto-currency?"
As if the Hannibal Lecter would ever drink soy miilk instead of human blood!
Shaking his head slightly, Hannibal was returned back to reality, or at least, his version of reality. As he was sitting down in his car, he quickly put on his favorite song and his one inspirtion in life, Cannibal by Ke$ha. She was such a girlboss.
The speedometer was whirring alarmingly fastl, Hannibal glanced over and saw he was going 72 miles over the speed limit, oh well. Live Laugh Love.
Not long after, he had arrived at Gabriel Sullivans house, it was suprisingly well decorated, or at the least the outside was, for a man who put his trust into crypto.
He debated how he was going to do this, would he knock on the door and pretend to be a girl scout? Sneak in the windows with the positivly delightful curtains?
Before Hannibal could continue on with his musing, the door to the house was slammed opened.
How rude, not giving him enough time to prepare. It didn't matter though.
Stepping out of the car which Will had adornned with fishing equipment, Hannibal assumed the guise of a old man who was severly sick.
Almost immediantly, he was yelled at, "Who the fuck are you old twat? Get the hell of my property or I'm calling the cops!"
Mr. Sullivan has just now chosen the hard way.
Feeling the wood of his knife's handle, Hannibal coldly slide it into his hand, not caring if Gabriel saw it, there were benifiets to not living near other people, but no one being able to hear screams wasn't one, at least not for Mr. Sullivan.
He speedwalked as fast as a girlie could, managing to get close enough to jab into the pig's stomach, puncutering the pancreas. The glassy brown eyes stared at him, and he stared back, smirking slightly when the injured blinked.
Hannibal began smoothly, "Tell me, do you have one redaimable quality? Any cooking supplies? Blink for yes. This will go much better for you if you answer."
He of course meant better in the sense of taste, however Sullivan didn't need to know that yet.
Water welled up in Gabriel's eyes, but he managed to blink, hoping to save his life.
"Good. That will make this go much quicker then." Hannibal said right before snapping the other man's neck.
"Now to get to work..." It was as if time had suddenly sped up, or an author had work early tomorrow morning and realized they should have spent less time writing the set up and more time learning how to describe cooking.
First, Hannibal moved the body inside the house, for easier access to the meat. He was ready to cook a scrumdiddlyumptious meal, one historians would talk about for centerius if they found out.
The meal was... human balls!
The deilcacy wasn't one he often got to try, for the FBI would surely be suspicious if all the victims of the Chesapeake Ripper had gottern nuetared.
He hummed to the beat of Vivaldi's four seasons, whilst he carefully used his pocketknife to cut off the man's balls induvidially. After he managed to get them in a fairly circular shape (as was required for the recipe he was using), Hannibal raided Sullivan's food stores, grabbing almond flour, two eggs, and the rich people spices / herbs he had brought from home.
Making quick work, it didn't take that long to find a pot that he would be boiling his wonderful creation in.
You may be wondering what exactly he was cooking, well, you know how most people had meatballs as a side with their pasta? Hannibal liked to mix his food together.
Anyways, actually making the noodles took about twenty minutes, which was pretty good considering he'd never had balls cooked like this before, but there's a first time for eveything.
He grasped the two balls, dipped them in extra virgin olive oil, then scuptled the noodles onto it, making the ball's resemble his and Will Graham's faces. Once he was finally satisfied with his work, 30 more minutes had passed and he was growing hungrier by the second.
Putting water into the pot from earlier, he also dumped amounts of Saffron, Kaffir Lime Leaves, Long Pepper, Mahleb, and Black Cumin Seed inside, combining them to make a lovely concoction of all different flavors, enhancing that of the balls.
The water boiled quickly and he delicately put the ball faces in, not daring to ruin one of their designs, if Hannibal wasn't so hungry, he would have painted them with food dye as well.
Exactly ten minutes later, Will Graham showed up, wondering why Hannibal had texted him to come to such an ugly looking house. He sighed once he saw the blood drops on the front porch, he wasn't in the mood for human today, but it seems he would have to eat some.
"Ah, I see you've arived just one time. The act of procreation is one of the most intimate one can have, and yet the place where we can do it is the most painful. Perhaps God is gloating at us once more, for daring to continue after we left his garden. Tell me Will, would you leave the saftey of God's garden? Or continue to live in someone else's shadow, never being your own self?"
Will stared behind Hannibals shoulder, "Dr. Lecter, why are there noodle circles of our faces." Before Hannibal could answer he did his his leap and continued, "And what did you do with the dead man?"
The pychartrist tutted, "I though you would have been smarter Will. Those are his balls, so unfortanute of the poor man that they had to be cut off. I must admit I was curious what would happen if we ate the thing used to make another, but if it where shaped in our own image."
"I have one question Hannibal, who will be eating who?" Will smirked as he said this because hes silly like that.
"Oh Will, what is life but not the consumption of others?" Hannibals lip slightly moved upwards.
Will and Hannibal sat oppisite eachother at an unfamilar table, with tension thick in the air, they began to eat.
The food was so good the both them had transfered into cat's! And if there's one thing cat's do with dead bodies, it's eat them. So nothing really changed except Hannibal's person suit would cost more and Will has more a reason to hunt fish.
I never thought I’d be reading the most raw line
“The act of procreation is one of the most intimate one can have, and yet the place where we can do it is the most painful. Perhaps God is gloating at us once more, for daring to continue after we left his garden. Tell me Will, would you leave the saftey of God's garden? Or continue to live in someone else's shadow, never being your own self?"
In a crack fic about eating ballsacks.
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inkiinkichan · 3 months ago
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⚠️omg那个转发我只是存一下日后找灵感使用的,你要是想看需要等到28号以后,但是你问了我是真的会写啊啊啊啊啊!
omg that forward i just save it to make my inspirtion can be find more convenient,but if you really want to see i write it(i wanna see it too)you must wait until after the 28th but if you ask i will write it!
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unreadpoppy · 5 months ago
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'Sup, for the fic writer's asks:
9, 12, 14 and 29 :)
9. start to finish, how long did it take you to write the last fic you posted?
So the last fic I posted was Wound Tending, which I wrote in about an hour or so? Mainly because I was on my internship and I had nothing better to do when the idea for what to write finally came, so I wrote everything on my notes app and when I got home that day, I just formatted some stuff and published it.
So yeah, wound tending was written in about an hour, at 7 pm, on the last day of my internship kkkkk
12. a trope you’re really into right now
I'm really bad at knowing what counts as a trope or not, but for some reason, characters being possessive about their partners has just been really scratching my brain in the right places at the moment (I think it's the minthara brainrot, but I know it's bc of my need of wanting to be wanted, so that sort of stuff just hits right)
14. where do you get your inspiration?
Mostly from other people's writings/other pieces of media. As artists, you're always going to get influeced by the work around you, so reading other fics does help get inspirtation, even if it's like a trope that the author used, or how they wrote a character, it could make me just go 'oh what if I wrote something that was like xyz'
29. how easy is it for you to come up with titles?
Not easy AT ALL. It's one of the parts I hate most, because most times I have no idea what's the title gonna be. I try to keep it simple and put something that fits the vibe, sometimes I'll just pop a song lyrics but it's still hard as hell kkkk
Thanks so much for the ask Flame!!!
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the-red-planet-mars · 6 months ago
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Answer these 10 things then send them in 10 of your followers/ mutuals askboxes anonymously
1. What is your favourite food?
2.What is something you are proud of yourself for?
3. What is something you love about your irl best friend?
4. What is something you love about your online best friend?
5. What is something you love about your culture/s?
6. What is something you love about yourself?
7. Describe a silly activity you do with your friends (online or irl or both)
8. Attempt to poetically describe a feeling you often can't describe
9. List 3 things in the room you are currently in
10. Share a quote that has stuck with you (of anything- inspirtational, sad, silly etc...)
Bonus: Guess who sent this
Chicken Biryani >:D
I'm proud of myself for being here, for getting back my old vocabulary that had made me unique, for writing, for not giving up.
I love her silliness, her innocence, her goodness, her kind character. I love how she hasn't given up on me. I love how she pays attention to me and makes me feel included. I love how she acknowledges the good things about me, and let's me know I'm appreciated. I love that she listens. I love her.
I love her brain, not in some weird way lol, I just love the way she thinks- the admirable way she is able to convey her thoughts. I love her silliness and chaotic behaviour. I love her ideas, her theories, her writing. God, their poetry is just as amazing as them. I love her. @the-lovely-planet-earth this refers to you <3
CHICKEN BIRYANI! Also the clothes and other Pakistani dishes. I especially love the chaos of the weddings we Paki folk host lmfao. I just love the overall aesthetic of my culture too. Did I mention the clothes? Yeah I did- I love the clothes and the jewellery. Also I was born in Australia, and live in the upside-down land, so lemme acknowledge that. I love the slang, it's hilarious. With the Indigenous culture, I love dot painting, it looks super cool and the meaning behind some of the art I've seen just makes it genuinely awesome.
Honestly, you know how I said before that I got back my old vocabulary? Yeah that- I love that about myself. I love it because it makes me unique. I love how I speak old english unironically sometimes. I love how I use older slang. I love how I just speak and write, how I pen my thoughts down, how I think. I love myself and I genuinely mean it now. There are so many things about me to love. I'm grateful to have realised that.
With irl friends, we are all very confused people. We do this thing where we mis-hear or misinterpret something another person says and then it becomes this whole ting of chaotic confusion and it's hilarious. My online friends and I- well @the-lovely-planet-earth and I traumatise entertain ya'll with our roleplays. We create angst and spill it onto the tumble crumble site for you all to see. We create characters inspired by a show we bond over, and add our own touch to them then BOOM- epic roleplay on ya'll's dash >:D
I'll get back to this- reblog to remind me.
Box, bed, desk
"Allah does not burden a soul beyond more than it can bear..." (Quran 2:286)
Bonus: @india-official I saw this only on your blog at the time I saw this was sent so...
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kaixcastiel27 · 1 year ago
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My story that I'm writing, Between Two Worlds, original called Inspirtional Jounery, may have cancer (Lung cancer) or cystic fibrosis, so I am asking all cancer survivors and Cystic Fibrosis fighters to let me know some of your expreiences and struggles with cystic fibrosis or cancer.
Also I can't pick out a cover, which one is your favourite out of these three covers?
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skullytotheark · 7 months ago
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Doodle Dump: part one i think
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Toby mask test: drew him with one of my oc's gas Mask as a test because I'm having a slight design crisis. Dunno he'll end up having it at the end though. The mask was heavily inspired by the reboot toby's mask but i made it into like a pyro tf2 style gasmask
The reason I kinda wanna change the mask is 1: To be kinda unique to my design 2: The half mask & goggles aren't really intimidating, I feel like if you see some maniac with a gasmask on holding an axe it's abit more scary then some emo w/ a pair of goggles in a hoodie
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Toby unmasked concepts:
Recently i thought of redesiging toby for my creepyhornets au. At first I was thinking of leaning more towards the reboot design for My Toby however I did end up going to the Right image. The first image ended up getting modified and turned into a "toby inspired oc" named Garfield robinson
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Garfield Robinson "The Woodland Maniac": This character was made for my "creepypastas but OCS" au. A big trouble im having w/ him is that idk if I should give the mask to Him or Toby... Tbh I think he might end up keeping it at the end. I do have more "creepypastas but ocs" characters but im gonna try & make two more ocs before i do a full post on the AU
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Silly Zalgo concept: Wanted to try & design zalgo in my creepyhornets canon. That's it tbh
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Thomas Watson "Dollface": Another character for the "creepypasta but ocs" au. From now on im just gonna call the au "Clear Skies 75" because i had that name laying around for abit. But as you can tell this character is inspired via "Masky" because I fucking LOVE masky.
Inspirtation: His face is semi inspired by Joel from ltou game and I kept Tim's bodytype from Marble hornets because I don't like twink masky at all [I WILL RANT ABOUT HOW I HATE FANON MASKY DONT EVEN RN]. The main theme of the au is that the characters are semi inspired by "creepypastas" [masky & hoody are rare exceptions] and I take my own little originality to it. As for the Mask I was sort of inspired by concept art for brahms in from the boy, Random stertypical dummies and halloween masks back in the 80s where it was just the character's face
Story: Thomas's story is kinda similiar to the story of marble hornets with the whole "Stopping the sickness" thing. But instead it's pretty much camping trip gone wrong. Will be expanded upon in a seperate post once i ACTUALLY write it down instead of being a lazy ass
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Bryan Hoffman "Null": Another clear lakes 75 oc. Heavily inspired by Hoody & Skully. Bryan starts off as a "hoody" character, dies then returns as Skully. I still havent designed "Hoody" yet but all i can really imagine is little spiral on a black spandex mask w/ a black hoode for the design
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I'll probably do more drawing dumps eventually, I dont reallyyy wanna just repost my content from tiktok but we'll see i guess.
See y'all in the next post
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ticklygiggles · 1 year ago
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hihiiii!
sooo when ya write tickle fics. do you ever take inspirtation from past tickle experiences or your own tickle spots?
Hello!
Ah, so like I said, I haven't had much tickle experiences so the answer is no haha. I think I take inspiration from things I'd like to happen to me xD or videos o scenerios I see hear in Tumblr ^^
[Tickle Honesty Hour]
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quietplace26 · 2 years ago
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Happy New Year!! 🎊
Wanted to say thanks for all the many asks you've sent my way this past year. I have thoroughly enjoyed reading your AUs and other GW:T text posts, and honestly, I can never get enough GW:T content in this tiny fandom! 😊💕
Wishing you all the best for 2023! 🙏
Happy New Year! And you're welcome! :)
You know, you were the one that got me into the GW:T fandom. I still remember stumbling across your very first GW:T fic Touch on ao3 and since then I've been hooked on the tiny fandom! Like you got me so into it I had to go out and buy the actual game to play it! So thank you for writing for GW:T and inspirting me to create aus for it! Hopefully I can create more for you and everyone to enjoy!
And also I wish you an amazing 2023 as well! \('u')/
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