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vampireacademysims · 4 years

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Scrapped Story Challenge

I got tagged by @skyburned, thank you! <3

The Rules:

Post a few screenshots from a scrapped scene / edit / story!

Share why you scrapped this specific thing

Tag five friends, and watch the fun play out!

As for the Vampire Academy comic, I don’t actually have many scrapped scenes/edits, I actually only found one XD I tend to plan everything as to avoid wasting time on things I’ll not use, so I guess this was an exception.

This is the full panel that got cut to only focus on Rose’s face, back in chapter I - page 7 (top right). After the wasted time editing the whole thing to just use a bit of it made me rethink how I was doing things, so I plan better now. As for scrapped stories.... oh boy, sit down and have some popcorn XD Since it’s not VA related, I’ll put it under a cut. It’s trying to keep the comic going that is hindering alternate projects, but it’s nothing too new if you fallow my other Tumblr... unless you read to the end.

I don’t want to say these are scrapped stories.... more like, Temporarily In Limbo Projects:

The NaNo-born HP thing.

Before I started the VA comic, I nearly started a comic about an original story that was born in a NaNoWriMo over 10 years ago. It was a sort of alternate future of OCs I had in a Roleplay in back in the day, set in the Harry Potter universe. I never finished the story - 250 pages in English and 3 chapters away from finishing it to this day =’). Once a year I go back to read it just to feel the cringe.

What stopped me was all the extras I’d have to edit in, mainly cloaks and robes - because everyone had cloaks/robes, dragons (even if only for a chapter... 6 years ago no one had converted the dragons to sims 2 yet) and the hair of the protagonist. So I started VA instead, because it felt easier.

The AU Slice of Life thing.

From time to time, on my reblogs tumblr, I post images from the most “recent” OCs from the last roleplay I was in - I like to roleplay, ok? Once on FB a friend had posted a link to one of those online generators, there was one about generating demons and I tried it out. Funny enough, the very first result I got remembered about me about my character Thea. So I jumped to Sims and tried to make her as a demon, based on what the generator gave me and this was the result:

This was the first pass at the idea, but I wanted a tail and different feet...

And so came the no.2 pass, that I’m still sort of working on in the background. I liked this idea, placing my characters and the characters or my friend in a different setting. I wanted to write that story, but I needed the input of my friend and she doesn’t seem very interested, so I dunno if I’d be able to write a full story, I need her to bounce ideas with. Then I thought to just make slice of life images, the cool parts I have in my head, without having to layout a whole story. Again, problem would be having to edit things in, mainly tails (all tails would have to be hand painted in), feet aaand in the case of one of my friend’s girls, wings would have to be edited in. Oh and clothes. I don’t think finding decent harem style clothes is easy even today.

The I-Was-14-and-Wrote-Detective-Stories thing.

I got my first PC in 1996/7, no internet those days. And after I finished watching the last episode of a Brazilian soap opera about a female detective (A Justiceira), I decided create my own female detective and write stories. I wrote the 1st story in one hour and it only had 7 pages (in which I believed that American female detectives sporting midriff tops and high heel shoes to active work was completely normal). I still have those printed 7 pages XD And the cover I made for the book lol Only one friend of mine has ever lay eyes on those stories. It started all good and well, robberies and murders and stuff, but fast I branched out to human cloning, space travel, time travel, genetically altered wolves, alien abductions, religious/alien cults in Mexico, plane crashes, ghosts and an incident during the Paris-Dakar event... I was a huge X-Files fan at that time and got hugely influenced u_u I had 22 books planed, I wrote from 1997 to like 2003-ish if memory serves. Only finished 11 while the others stand in various degrees of scattered notes. As mentioned before, from time to time I go back to read it all and feel the ultimate cringe and wonder what I was on back in the day. It’s completely insane at times, but maybe with a bit (A LOT) of polish I could make something out of it. If nothing else, maybe remake the book covers in the Sims because back in the day it was only MS Paint and some cartoons on Powerpoint that I stripped and drew over on paint with a mouse to draw the covers and other scenes. It’s hilarious looking back at how dedicated I was, hot damn! I made wallpapers, Win95 desktop themes, Winamp skins, you name it XD That female Detective was the very first of my OCs and I never made her in the Sims correctly, maybe I should look into that because all I have to show for her is this XD Covers ranging from 1998 to 2003 (I only learned about Photoshop in 2005).

So these are my dirty little secrets that I might or might not one day act upon. Here, have a cookie if you made it this far. As for tags, people who have stories going probably have stuff to show so, @grecadeasimsstudios, @esotheria-sims, @veninorchid, @quiddity-jones, @cindysimblr, @grisdidthis :P Again, if it is not your cup of tea, it’s ok :)

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the-silentium · 5 years

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Wait for me to come home Pt.3

Summary: Eddie surprises you by showing up at your home. Unfortunately, it’s not the only surprise you will have.

Masterlist Part 2.

Pairing: Eddie Brock x Reader, Venom x Reader

Warning: Angst, fluff, swearing

Words: 3320 words

A/N: Wow, I haven’t published in a while! I’m so sorry guys!

You wake up the next morning with a grin plastered on your face. The memories of last night are fresh and you can’t stop yourself; you roll to the edge of the bed and grab your camera from your nightstand. You go to the gallery and select the photo of your kiss. Your heartbeat accelerates and you start to laugh at yourself. I feel like a teenage girl again.

You get up from your bed and go to the kitchen with joy in your steps. You let your camera near your laptop and make yourself some breakfast. You ask yourself if you should call him, or if doing it would make you look desperate. You weren’t involved in a relationship since… well, never, so the perspective of screwing this one up was very likely and scary.

Damn. One date and I’m already enamored. You finish your toasts and get to work. You connect your camera to your laptop and open your photos in Photoshop. First, you decided to work on the firefly kiss photo and then, you would finish the last details on the shots for Sam.

Finding your first project, you started to analyze it. You don't want to modify it much. Just correct some things here and there. You changed some parameters and you found a little string getting out from Eddie's neck. Frowning, you zoom on it. Is my lens defect? Damn, I'll have to buy another one.

An hour and a half later, you finished your photo and Sam's order and send him an email thanking him for the opportunity and asking if he has some new subject. You almost forget to attach the different pictures to your email, but you add them to the attached files at the last second. You get a reply 6 minutes later.

Perfect as always Y/N! I would ask you to catch some shots of the misery of the slums, but it’s raining like there is no tomorrow and I would never ask that to anyone. It’s not safe. Take a day off and I’ll contact you tomorrow. Take care.

-Sam

Frowning, you get up and pull the curtains. Sam was right, there was a downpour outside and you are surprised that you didn’t hear it before. The sky was a dark grey despite the fact that it was 10 am. You grabbed your candles in the bathroom, just in case the electricity goes out and decided to try and paint a bit. After gathering all of your painting essentials, you changed clothes, putting on an old t-shirt and short full of paint stains. You already knew what you wanted to paint.

You remembered when you were a child, you were often scared of storms and one of the only things that could reassure you were your dog Maverick. He was a Pembroke Welsh Corgi and at that time, your best friend. Sadly, he passed away a couple of years back, but you still missed his energetic presence.

So you begin to paint, replaying happy memories of your childhood in your head. You get lost in your thoughts and in the painting, so when the house falls in the dark, you jump and spill paint all over yourself. Groaning, you try to make your way to the kitchen counter without putting stain everywhere. When you manage to find the counter in the dark, you are proud that you didn’t hit your toes on anything. Putting down your painting stuff, you search for your matches and the candles. You light some and dispose of them through your apartment. When you put the last one on your work desk, a loud knock startles you and you almost drop the candle on the floor. Your heart races and you finally put the object down to go answer the door.

You are surprised to see Eddie standing at your door, soaking wet. When he sees you, a blush creeps on his face and he smiles shyly at you. “Hi Y/N.”

“Hi, Eddie.” You smile at him and do a step on the side to let him in. You go to the bathroom to get him a towel. When you get back, there is a little puddle at his feet and you chuckle. “What brings you here?” you ask while giving him the towel.

He takes it and starts to dry his clothes. “Well, I was in the area and I decided to stop a minute to say hi.” He had stepped out of his shoes and removed his leather jacket. His t-shirt was clutching to his body and you couldn’t stop yourself, you stare at his chest. When he finished drying what he could and caught your gaze, he grins and hands you back the towel. You feel the heat coming to your cheeks.

“And why would you be outside in this weather? Not really enjoyable for a walk.” you try to turn his attention.

Just before you turn around to dispose of the towel, you see Eddie scratching the back of his head. “Okay, maybe I got out just to come here,” he admits. A smile forms on your lips and you feel like floating.

“I’m flattered.” you shoot him over your shoulder. Reaching the bathroom, you realize that your clothes are still a little sticky from the paint and you change clothes quickly. When you come back to Eddie with fresh and comfortable clothes, you found him watching your painting. “That’s Maverick,” I tell him. He turns to me with a smile. “He used to help me fight my fear of storms when I was a kid.” Eddie saw some sadness into your eyes and his smile becomes compassionate. He approaches your form to engulf you in his arms.

“It’s a good thing I’m here then. If you are frightened, you won’t be alone,” he says before kissing your forehead. You wrap your arms around his wet torso and tilt your head to see him. His eyes sparkle with the reflection of the candles and the dim light creates a romantic atmosphere. Kissing him would be perfect at the moment, but Mother Nature has other plans for you. A great thunderclap makes you jump and your embrace on Eddie tighten. He chuckles, stroking your back to calm you down.

After a moment you release him, embarrassed. “Would you like to watch a movie?” you ask chewing the inside of your cheek.

"Yeah. But I think I might wet your couch. My clothes are still wet." he said lifting the corner of his t-shirt.

"Choose a movie from my collection," you point your bookcase filled with books and movies. "and I will grab you some spare clothes my brother left here."

Eddie nods and you go searching for the clothes. Hopefully, it wouldn't take you long and you will be able to snuggle in a blanket beside the handsome man in your living room.

While rummaging through your brother spare clothes, you try to bring some sense into yourself. Come on Y/N, stop reacting to the stupid thunder! You're 26, not 5! Now, bring yourself together and act like a grown woman.

You found a t-shirt and sweatpants and return to your living room. Voices make you stop in the doorway and you try to hear the conversation. To your surprise, you only hear Eddie's voice but it's too muffled for you to understand what he says. Maybe he is talking to himself to improve his confidence like you just did. Who knows, maybe he is as nervous as you.

So you step forward and do the only thing that crosses your mind; you throw the clothes at him, hitting him square on the back. Aaand here goes the grown woman thing.

He stops abruptly to talk to himself and turn around to see you, a hand on your mouth, trying to stop your laughter. A smile makes its way on his face and a mischievous glint appears in his eyes. He then starts chasing you around the couch and tickles your sides when he finally catches you. You're laughing so hard that tears fall from your eyes and it's becoming hard to breathe.

"Stop! Stop! I surrender!" you laugh.

Eddie releases you, the grin still on his face. He catches you off guard with a quick kiss that leaves you wanting more. "Don't start a war you can't win."

"Oh you really think you stand a chance against me?" you chuckle.

"Believe me, you really don't know what I can do," he says while getting the dry clothes and heading to the bathroom.

His words make you blush. You know he probably talked about his ability to get you back at your childish demeanor, but you couldn't stop yourself, you imagined another meaning to his words that put your whole body in fire.

Shaking your head, you put the DVD Eddie chose in your laptop and connected it to the TV. A horror movie. You generally didn't like to watch this kind of movie, so why do you have one at your home? Simple. Your nagging brother forgot it here the last time he came to visit you. And now, you'll have to play tough.

Preparing yourself mentally, you place some snacks and drinks on the table near the couch and snuggle into a fluffy blanket.

"The sweatpants are fine, but the t-shirt is too small." you hear Eddie say from behind you. When you turn around to face him, you are greeted by a perfectly chiseled chest and your face start to heat up again. Please darkness, hide my face! Fortunately for you, Eddie doesn't notice your embarrassment.

"Sorry, that's all I got." you stare too long at his torso and need to force yourself to look in his eyes. "But I have a huge blanket that can fit us both."

Nodding, Eddie sits right next to you and you share your precious protector with him. Pressing play on the remote, you think that you might be able to survive the movie after all. Your mind seems too concentrated on the fact that the men next to you was half naked.

Unfortunately, the firsts scream seem to catch your attention and immediately, your body move closer to Eddie while your fists clench a little tighter on the blanket. Being the gentleman he is, Eddie put a hand on your thigh and, thank god, doesn't laugh at you.

You try your hardest during the whole movie to not freak out, to keep your breathing steady and so far, it worked. You managed to watch the most gruesome scene without hiding yourself in the blanket, but when you feel something wet touch your hand, you freeze. You stopped breathing, trying to determine what touches you. You know one of Eddie's hand is on your thigh and the other is lazily picking some snacks. Never before did you hear some noises signaling the presence of rodent. So…

What. Is. Touching. You?

Slowly, you try to touch it with your other hand. You jump when it seems to grip to your fingers and move away from Eddie, causing the blanket to fall on the floor. Your eyes become wide and your breathing accelerates.

Despite the darkness of your apartment, you can see a black goo all over Eddie's chest. You can see it moving slowly, the reflection of the candles making it easier to discern the edges of the mass.

When Eddie's face mirrors your own, the black thing quickly fade inside of his skin and that is what you needed to regain control of your body. Jumping from the couch, you run as fast as you could to your bedroom. On the way, you didn't hear the pleads coming from who you believed was a perfectly honest man, because your heart was pounding into your head.

Closing and locking your bedroom door hastily, you did the first thing that crossed your mind; hiding in the closet. You remember that the girl who did that in the movie died horribly because the killer found her quite easily. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to think about something else than your imminent death.

Because yeah, you are definitely going to die. You are not dump. You know what is this black goo. You've heard about the Demon of San Francisco. A black monster that liked to eat people alive. A monster with sharp teeth, claws and that is way bigger than you.

All those thoughts made your breathing accelerates and the knocks on your bedroom door didn't help. You can hear Eddie asking you yo let him in, that he would explain and promising to never hurt you, but your brain doesn't understand. All you could do was breathing louder and if possible, faster.

Hearing your erratic breathing through the door increased Eddie's panic. You were having a panic attack and he needed to calm you down quickly.

"We can help."

"No, you are just going to make her panic more!"

"She needs help, Eddie. We can help."

"You can't explode the door, take it easy." With a sigh, Eddie let Venom destroy your door handle.

You can't see in the dark, but you hear the claws breaking the wood of your door and the handle been torn apart. Did he just remove the entire handle? Sounds like it, because now you hear your door open and steps approaching your shaking form.

"Y/N please, believe me, I'm not gonna hurt you. Please, you need to calm down." You can hear the worry in his voice and for the first time, you register what he says. Still, you keep yourself in your protective ball and pay attention to his movements.

Eddie gets on his knees and tries to reach you slowly. When his fingertips touch you, you flinch and slap his hand away. Not the best move you've got, but now, it's fight or flight and flight is not possible.

"Y/N we will not hurt you. I promise." Now, you hear fear and it doesn't make sense to you. Why would he fear you? "Slow your breathing, you are hyperventilating."

But you can't do it yourself. So you panic more and Eddie's arms get you out from the closet, right in front of him and he places your hand on his chest.

"Like this. Follow my breathing. In for 4 seconds, keep for 4 seconds and out for 4 seconds."

You do as you are told, following the up and down of his chest. After 4 times, your breathing is back to normal, but tears run down your cheeks. Strong arms pull you to a hard chest and you can't help but grasp on his back. You stay there, not having the force to move. The stroking on your back finally appease you and you are lifted to be set down on your bed. At this moment, the electricity returns and your bedroom fills with light.

You feel an extra weight next on the bed and a hand washing the tears stains from your face.

"You don't have to be afraid of us."

"Us?"

"Venom and me."

You knew it. A thin string got out of Eddie's neck and then, it clicked. The string in the photo, it wasn't a defect of your lens. It was him.

You lock eyes with him and you see the reluctance in his eyes. It makes you more comfortable that he doesn't push you and there is that part of your brain that tells you that if he wanted you dead, he would have done it by now.

Eddie retracts his hand and stands up. "I know you probably fear me right now, but please, let me explain." The thin tendril becomes thick and creates a t-shirt like form on the brown-haired man. "Venom, stop it, you're not helping!" His tone was harsh and you couldn't help but flinch. Seeing it, Eddie passes a hand in his hair with a sigh. "Sorry."

The black mass resorbs in his skin again and you sit, putting your legs over the edge. Slowly, you get up, your legs still weak.

"Does he always listen to you?" You needed reassurance. It didn't work.

"Most of the time, but he can do as he wishes too…" You hesitate to come closer. After all, Venom seemed to take good care of Eddie and you just hit him in the arm. You didn't want to end up hurt. "He would never harm you, you know? We… erm… We like you too much for that."

You frown, not processing what he said. We? As in him and the monster? They both like you? A head coming out from Eddie's shoulder blade gets you back to reality.

"We only wanted to reassure the little one. I am sorry for scaring you."

You didn't expect that. He cared for you and wanted to help you? Disbelief must have been all over your face because Eddie backs him up.

"Y/N, he is not as bad as you think."

"Then why does he eats people?"

You have heard a lot of stories. You needed to know what was true.

Eddie scratches his head, uncomfortable. "He only eats bad people. People who steal, who kill, who rape… not good people."

You nod slowly and take a step forward. You can see hope in his eyes, but you need to do something before taking a decision.

"Can I talk to him?" You see him frown, unsure of what you have in mind. "I need it if you want something to happens between us." He looks like he is fighting with himself so you add, "Please."

Sighing, you see Eddie nods and the moment after, black goo take control of his body and cover every inch of his skin. Before you is a very much taller being than you, with enormous teeth and white eyes. To your surprise, he seems to wait for you to talk and watch you with what you think is curiosity.

With another step forward, you ask, "Why did you want to reassure me?"

"Because the little one was not well. You were in distress and the last time you were in distress, Eddie hugged you and you felt better."

A laugh escaped your lips. "You were trying to hug me?" A smile crept on your lips when you realized that what you thought was a monster, was in fact a… sweet big terrifying creature.

Venom nods once and you make the two last steps separating the two of you and takes him in your arms. Slowly as to not scare you again, Venom hugs you back. The feeling of his skin under your touch is weird at first, but you soon find comfort in it. Then, there is something wet on your cheek and you gasp. You pull away a little and see Venom's tongue darting out of between his teeth. It unease you a little, and he seems to feel it.

"We like our little one."

A weight lifted from your shoulder and you decided to give them their chance. You smiled at him and rested your head on his chest. Moments later, Eddie was back, his arms around your waist and his head on yours.

"Thank you." He whispered it, but you heard it nonetheless.

Lifting your head up, your gaze found two beautiful blue eyes full of love.

"There's nothing to thank me for." You pull away from him and goes to the door. There is a big hole where your door handle should be and wood pieces mixed with your compacted door handle on the floor. You will clean that later.

You glance at Eddie over your shoulder and smile. "It's almost 12. Do you want to call some pizza and watch another movie?"

"That's a good plan." He followed you back in the living room, where you ordered the pizza and cuddled together on the couch.

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