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babiebom · 5 months

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Hey! Hope you're having a great week!

I'd like to make a request about harvey and witch!reader (GN) who gifts him potions or invites him to do little rituals.(stuff like that)

This could be HCs or a little oneshot or whatever you're comfortable with!

(If that's too much, sorry/gen)

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A/N: you wanna know something funny? I wasn’t gonna announce it yet(as if anyone cares lmao) but I’m planning on doing musical inspired fics and the very first one I’m writing is about witch!reader(gender neutral) x Rasmodius! So you were literally in tune with me about the reader being a witch lmao. Also I hope you’re having a great week(and all the great weeks for forever) too!!

Tw:Witchcraft? Some stuff may be inaccurate I do not practice witchcraft at all so I am very ignorant. Cursing. A sexual mention (not bad or graphic I promise it’s just a lil jokey joke.) 1 mention of the war going on in the game.

Wc: 17 bulletpoints (i think) 0.6k for the oneshot

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I personally think that Harvey has no experience AT ALL with witchcraft and magic or anything.

His experience is that he has watched scary movies with witches, and has seen every single episode of Charmed.

So he’s not really scared, just wary, especially since there is an actual Wizard that lives right outside of town.

So when you start becoming friends and you tell him that you’re a witch and partake in witchcraft he’s very….

I literally cannot explain without using an emoji I hope y’all can see it it’s just 😃

Like he’s literally like “hmm okay guess that’s something that’s part of my life now”because he likes you so much

If it was anyone else he would’ve been sorta like…that’s something I’m not comfy with

But with you he’s like “yeah okay I guess I can deal with this”

The first time you gift him a potion he is very confused like wtf is this for

You’re like “hehe it’s to help you have more energy🥰”

He is VERY HAPPY with how well it works and the fact that you made the potion taste GOOD

Like the medicine he sells in the clinic for energy tastes like absolute ass and he never takes it himself.

But you literally gave him a solution

Also a potion to get rid of insomnia(at least temporarily)

He is all for it especially since it’s you teaching him.

He actually allows you to sell your potions in the clinic for certain things like helping Granny Evelyn deal with her bad knees and arthritis.

Actually in love with you, and he has decided that even if you used a love potion on him he wouldn’t care at all.

The moon is slowly rising in the night sky by the time Harvey can lock up the clinic to head to your farm. He’s nervous, he has been to your place before, yes, but this is the first time you’ve invited him to be a part of a ritual that you’re doing. He doesn’t know what it is specifically, while on the phone you were very playful and vague. It takes him an hour to get to your place, he walks briskly, the wind whipping his hair around.

The closer he gets, the more his heart pounds and he feels the urge to turn back and go home. It’s not that he’s scare of you, in fact he trusts you with his life, he just is anxious about the ritual and what you have to do. His phone buzzes in his pocket the second he stops and he sees your name pop up.

Farmer: don’t you dare turn around.

i’ll turn you into a frog if you do.

okay i won’t but hurry up and get here.

He couldn’t help but smile at your words, and how you knew that he was getting cold feet. Harvey sends a reply and continues walking. This night is going to change his life, he knows it.

He knocks on your door, bouncing on his feet as he waits, too cold to just stand there. You open the door, and he is hit with the smell of what he thinks is cinnamon, and the warmth of the inside of your home. Your smile is so bright that he insults himself internally for even thinking of turning around.

“You’re here!” You grab at his arm to pull him inside, helping him take off his coat to hang it up. “I thought you would’ve changed your mind.”

“Never, not when you invited me.” You send a soft smile his way while leading him to your bedroom. He had never really been in it before, only seeing it from the living room or hallway when he’s passing by. It makes his heart thump so loudly that he fears that you can hear it.

“You ready?”

“Yeah…what kind of ritual is this?”

“A sex ritual.” He chokes on his saliva. You invited him to do a sex ritual? He thinks for a second that he doesn’t think that you were at that point yet, but he isn’t mad at it, he wouldn’t oppose it if this is really what you want to do.

“A sex ritual?”

“Yeah,” your eyes shine with mischief, “to make us super horny, totally. We’re gonna summon an incubus.”

Harvey can’t stop his eyes from widening at your words. “O…Kay?” You laugh loudly at him, doubling over and wheezing, your eyes closed in delight.

“I-“ you almost fall to the ground still laughing hard. “I’m joking! We’re doing a ritual to make sure that the beginning of next year will be good for everyone, and we’re doing a second one to protect the valley from monsters, especially with the war going on.”

He lets out a loud breath, sort of relieved but also sort of disappointed. He really did want to see you summon some sort of sex demon, it would be really funny now that he thinks about it.

Taking his hand, you grin as you pass him some ingredients. As you begin to read off how to do the ritual, he decided then and there that he has to ask you on a date, and maybe to do a ritual to make sure that the date goes well, he’d regret it if he didn’t.

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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May i ask a evan Macmillan (the trapper) from dbd, a nsfw and sfw Headcannon with a male s/o please? ( make us the dominant one 😉)

Evan MacMillan

Nsfw and sfw alphabet

Typically, id only do one alphabet, but I really love Evan, so I decided to write both, though in the future I most likely just do one. You guys can tell I see Evan as a big softy lmao.

Sfw alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I believe Evan isn’t super open or obvious with his affection, especially in the beginning of your relationship. Seeing as hes from the past as well, he might be hesitant to show you affection if you are both men, but he would warm up over time. He shows his affection mainly through actions instead of words, like bringing you gifts, holding your hand, hugging, etc.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

If you are a survivor the friendship would take a long time to brew, seeing as most of your interactions are a game of life or death, but maybe you slowly start to grow closer little by little, I’m not sure how though. Maybe you talk to him when hes carrying you to the hooks or smth. As another killer you might get closer between trials, it would work best if you had a more chill personality or knew how to just have a normal conversation.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I think Evan would be kinda awkward and tense in the start of a relationship when it comes to cuddling, again especially if you are another man. It would take a while, but he would warm up to it. Evan is the little spoon no matter your size, and if he isn’t the little spoon he will lay with his head on your chest.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

There are times when Evan dreams of a life outside of the trials, though he knows its pointless. He can’t help but imagine a life settled on a farm together with you. Maybe some animals, adopt a few kids maybe. He is shy about it, but he likes the idea of being a homebody, doing the “womanly” tasks like cooking or cleaning. It would be relaxing compared to his past.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I think it would depend on why you break up. If it just isn’t working out, he would hesitate for a while but in the end just quietly tell you when you were alone. If it was something like cheating or something bad, I think he would just growl and snap and tell you it was over and target you specifically during trials.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think part of Evan has always wanted to get married and settle down. But his life up until now has made it pretty impossible to marry, from working with his dad to now being a killer in the fog. He can’t help but think about the two of you wearing matching rings though. I don’t think hes the type to settle quickly, he would want to make sure you were actually compatible in the long run.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Evan could be a pretty gentle lover, it stems from him being a killer and using violence most of the time during trials and pre coming to the fog. So he would want to be gentle with his partner, he might even treat you like glass in the beginning until you reassure him its fine.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Evan hasn’t gotten a lot of hugs in his life, so hes always kinda stuff or awkward when you hug him but he does enjoy hugs. His hugs are a little awkward but hes got the spirit.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You would most likely say I love you first, and it makes Evan blush. He would have to psyche himself up to say it, and when he does, he mutters it or whispers it between kisses or during cuddling.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Evan isn’t the most jealous out of the killers, which doesn’t say a lot cuz have you seen the killers? He doesn’t like when anyone flirts with you or gets too comfortable with you though, and he will start glaring and targeting whoever was getting too close during trials and drawing it out as much as possible. I could see him as someone who will leave hickeys or bitemarks on visible parts of your body when really jealous. Or scratch marks on your back, whatever you’re into.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Evan would love kissing. In the beginning of the relationship, he would be shy about it especially between the two of you since you are both men. But when he’s warmed up to it I think he is the kind that loves to kiss the back of your hand or your shoulder. He likes when you lean in and kiss him through his mask, you can even use it as a distraction during trials.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Hes kinda awkward around kids, seeing as there weren’t many kids around during his past and no kids in the fog. Hes got the spirit though and tries his best.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Evan wakes up bright and early like a good ol boy, no matter how late you’ve gone to bed. If you arent a morning person he would tuck you back in and go around his routine, hed make some breakfast and if it’s a lazy morning bring it to you in bed so you guys can spend some extra time together. If there isn’t time for that he would go about waking his body up for trails and getting in the right mood for it.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It depends, if hes busy with trials he would just come back and go to sleep, even forgetting to wash up sometimes. If you both have time expect cuddling, maybe reading a book together or similar.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes a good while for Evan to start opening up about his past, but that’s to be expected. He would be scared of chasing you away with his past, he fears that learning about it plus him being one of the killers during the trial would make you leave him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It depends. If its outside of trials and whatnot I think Evan has a lot of patience and he is always open to talk. During trials or towards anybody but you I think hes got a lot less patience and can easily snap and go beserk.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Evan remembers a lot of things about you, as he feels its important to know his partner. Of course he doesn’t remember everything but he tries his best.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It would be the first time he took his mask off for you, after the two of you have been together for a long time. You wouldn’t have reacted badly at all to seeing him, just cradled his face in your hands and kissed him softly. It would make him feel handsome and loved.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is very protective of you and anything of his, he would target other survivors if they were a bother to you, and if a killer is going after you specifically every trial, he would corner them too. Evan would also like to be protected sometimes, he didn’t know this until you almost tore another survivor a new asshole for insulting Evan a whole lot for no reason.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He wouldn’t go over the top or anything, he would bring you to a nice place in the woods or somewhere for dates or anniversaries, and gifts would be small things like a pocket knife to protect yourself, or a wood figure he carved.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He had a lot of self-hate or disgust with himself, especially his appearance. He would struggle with depressive thoughts or self-destructive thoughts. Evan would also doubt your love for him at times, he doesn’t mean too but it happens.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I think part of him finds himself very ugly and maybe not worth your attention, so it would take some affection and reassurance from you to help him not feel as disgusted with himself.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes to a degree, not as much as others would feel. He can easily go a couple of days without seeing you but he does miss you, but its not that it stops him from going about his life.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Evan makes a mean pie, like its to die for. Some of the other killers he gets along with will invade your place if Evan bakes it, theyre like bloodhounds able to smell it through the fog to wherever they are,

He loves dogs, anything from tiny dogs he can hold in his palm to big dogs the size of a small horse. If the two of you ever get out of the trials and the fog he will definingly want a dog.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

A horrible and manipulative personality. He wouldn’t date a partner who’s quick to judge and shit on others, especially if you’re the kind to focus on things like appearance or to insult someone based on their past, like traumas and things like that. He doesn’t care much for looks but personality is important to him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He doesn’t sleep a lot, though I don’t think anyone in the fog does tbh. He curls up into a ball when hes having a bad sleep, but when hes comfortable he sprawls out like a starfish and takes of the entire bed.

Nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Evan is regularly pretty tired after sex, so he just wants to cuddle and maybe kiss a little. Hed sprawl out on the bed and let you clean him up before getting under the blankets and resting on your chest. Make sure to rub his back or his neck and he just melts.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself his favorite body part would be his arms or his shoulders. On his partner its their eyes or torso.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Evan cums a lot, like it gets everywhere and stains the bed every time. He loves when you scoop up his or your own cum and feed it to him. Loves nothing more than if you eat him out after finishing inside him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Evans dirty secret is he really wants you to milk him, there’s few things he wants more than for you to tie him up and either use your hand or a machine to milk him dry. Loves when you praise him or call him things like little boy or prince because it makes him feel small and loved. If you call him little calf or bull he goes bright red and runs off to hide his blush.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Evan has very little experience, especially with other men. He might have done some hand stuff in the past, but most of the sexual stuff itself he learns from you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy or cowgirl. He likes when you take him from behind, maybe have him bent over something. But he also likes riding you, especially watching you hold his hips or grip his thick thighs.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Evan isn’t very goofy or jokey during sex, he takes it pretty serious or is too full of lust to joke about.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Evan has body hair all over, his arms, legs, chest, crotch and between his cheeks. Pretty much his entire body. In the past he didn’t care much for taking care of the hair, but after getting together he might preen it a little so it isn’t a full on jungle.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Most of the time he is very romantic and loving, there are times when your doing it missionary and he will just hold onto you and kiss you the entire time. Hes the type to repeat that he loves you over and over when you make him cum.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He isn’t one to jack off a lot honestly, you mainly give him what he wants. He would jerk off if you haven’t seen each other for a while, but its not something he craves or needs to do every day.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Impact play

Bondage

Milking

Roleplay

Overstimulation

Cuddlefucking

Sleepy sex

Is mating press a kink?

Breeding

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home, he does not like doing it anywhere where the two of you can be caught. Most public place the two of you could do it would be out in the woods with no one around.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you rub him down or dirtytalk in his ear, maybe start sucking hickeys on his neck and shoulders and bite at his ear. Compliment him and kiss him whilst grabbing his thighs.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes, he does not want to share. Prey/predator or hunter/hunted. He lives most of his time as a killer so he doesn’t want to bring it into his sex life.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Evan isn’t the best at giving oral, but he tries his best. It’s a very sloppy and wet affair, but he always sounds like he really enjoys it. He has a gag reflex though, so he would gag if he got your cock too far in his mouth. He loves to be given oral too, he always claps a hand over his mouth to silence the loud moans that he wants to make.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

With Evan the pace tends to be slow and rough or sensual. He likes when you take your time but press in as deep as possible, especially when you bottom out and finish as deep inside him as possible.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Evan doesn’t do quickies, he likes to take his time and feel it when the two of you do it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Evan is up to try out new things, but not too extreme stuff. He would need to talk about it first and discuss it though, just in case.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He will most likely have more stamina than you unless you’re a fellow killer or something more than the average human. Evan can go multiple rounds so you always have to make him cum multiple times before you do to tire him out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Evan doesn’t own toys and you can’t really get any in the fog anyways.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t really tease much. The most he does is maybe flex at you or pin you down during trials, maybe grind against you when hes in a blood frenzy. You would do most of the teasing in the relationship.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Evan isn’t a loud person in general, so during sex its mainly grunts and growls, though he does start whining and moaning a little louder after you’ve made him cum a couple of times.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Evan tried to get advice from some of the killers he gets along with on how to spice things up with you or make a surprise for you. He ends up somehow getting his hands on some lingerie and he gets so embarrassed and flustered when he wears it. He hid it away and still has it somewhere, though he always gets flustered when thinking about wearing it for you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Evan is a good chunk bigger than average and is slightly thicker than average. Uncut and veiny, you always have to pull the foreskin back to get to his tip.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He doesn’t have a very high sex drive honestly, he can easily go a couple of weeks without sex if he has too and you tend to meet all his needs, though he does like to jerk off every now and then.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If you’ve really tired him out and made him cum multiple times, he will knock out pretty quickly afterwards, he always looks most peaceful after being wrung dry by you. He likes to fall asleep still full of your cum though, so you might not wanna clean that out.

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simmancy · 6 months

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Happy Spooky Season, pumpkaboos!

Here’s what’s happening this month / going forward on simmancy-dot-tumblr-dot-com.

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜! 👋

Hi there if you’re new! My name is Kit, I am 32 now, this is my simblr, I am active on and off. If any of that bothers you, unfollow, it's okay! If you're here because I posted a mod list or a random piece of CC you like, then I have good news - I do those things occasionally! When I am actively posting, I usually dabble in gameplay. I don't do much storytelling anymore because... well, I don't have the time!

𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎 🍬

I have SOME stuff I've been poking at in my ~spare time~. I love Simblreen, it's the best time of the year imo and it's just... a tradition. It's a tradition. So I'm going to try 🤞

I have been writing out a mod list centered around occults/spooky gameplay at least. So that's seasonally appropriate????? If you have a mod list request hit my inbox because I still fucking LOVE WCIFs and that's a sort of WCIF.

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 🎃

This year (and likely going forward), I'm going to try to use my blog to showcase the community. There's SO many cool things in the ts4 tag!! So I've been scouring it at the dead of night to refill my queue 👻 That's what you can mainly expect this month. No CAS challenges, no CC challenges, just some creepies and kookies from others around simblr.

𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 🌕

Hi regular followers!! I’m so sorry if you've been here a long time, because I don't have much updates on my ~classic~ gameplays and saves and they just...... won't be. For a while.

Not So Perry... I have a bit of Gen 4 but I haven't played in a whiiiiile so. I might revisit that/redo/we'll see.

Star x Crossed is indefinitely on hold - I will probably revise how that was posting because the full episodes just aren't possible right now. I might do it more as like... an edit type thing, where the edits tell the stories or whatever. It SUCKS because I had really big hopes and dreams for that save and instead I... had a child.

The Nobel ABCs will return because I have 10 generations done in game. I just need to queue.

Maggie's Wonderful Life WILL eventually be done LMAO. I'm hoping to get back into that save soonish. I LOVE farming gameplay! So I want to play/finish it. I had about half of the introductions shot before I got distracted with other things and then... well. yeah.

New saves? When I manage to play, I play a lot of newer saves LMAO. Mostly because when I have time right now I need... something easy.

𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚄𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 🔮

I decided I like doing this once a year Simmancy Newsletter during my favorite time of the year. Halloween remains the BEST season, and there's also no guarantee I won't drop off the face of the planet again.

Obv the main thing is that, as previously stated, I had a baby. A whole ass baby. She's now 3 months old, and she is so much in the best way. We're currently teething and if you're like "Kit that seems a bit early," you're absolutely right but this is the lot I've drawn in life. She likes to be sat up, and stood up, and to talk to the Baby in the Mirror. She also is obsessed with trees and the cat. I know new moms are annoying and I'm absolutely that annoying new mom, I literally cannot shut up about her and therefore make my sims blog also about her.

I go back to work next month and I'm absolutely dreading it. Can I just be a sim and have someone press motherlode for me? Please?

Otherwise, there's very little in Kit World. The past 6 simblr years remain wonderful, and I've met some of my best friends on here. I go between BG3 and Sims when I have game time (which isn't a lot because Baby Simmancy is increasingly awake and mobile). I WISH I had more time to hang around here but maybe in a year or so.

Anyway, that’s my update of the year. Happy spooky season everybody! I hope it’s a good one!

Stay safe & spooky out there!

#blog update #kitkat chitchat #'i will be putting that baby in a pumpkin' sound #yes i am continuing to use my simblr to also update you on my child

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cloveroctobers · 1 year

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Love me like you — Joe x OC | Ginny & Georgia

A/N: I always wanted to write for joe aka SAV but also didn’t want the diehard joe x Georgia Stan’s to come at me lol — although I’m also a stan. However after seeing that BS for Joe & Mrs. Redhead I had to do something of my own. (We’re not rocking with Cynthia like that over here.) Something that makes sense ☕️ but this will also feel like you’re getting your heart stomped on :) I have a few episodes left of the new season so I’m still holding my breath lol! And if you don’t know, now you know—angst is what I do. So get ready to scream at me but here’s to also cheering for Joe’s happy ending someday👏🏽

S|N: OC’s name is pronounced like Sienna just without the “i” lol & Lior is just like Dior—not liar lmao. She’s not physically described in this so it also works for x f! reader as well.

WARNINGS: bad judgment & Language.

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‘How did we get here?’ No Paramore! Senna-Lior thought to herself as she sat in the driver’s side of her car, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight that she started to lose feeling in her hands.

The rain pelted hard against the window shield as Senna took in a shaky breath with a damp face.

What she was going through with Joe was a whole lot.

Actually let’s run that back.

“How did we get here?! When I used to know you so well!” Senna-Lior screamed the lyrics that vibrated throughout her parked car, “How did we get here? Well, I think I know.” Then she went crazy to the beat, letting the lyrics basically attempt to soothe the heartache she was feeling right now.

What she didn’t notice was Joe locking up for the night, ready to go home. When he turned around, he stood across the street at his own business, underneath the tarp which shielded him from the rain. He watched her flailing her head around, hair whipping as he could faintly hear the beat of music bouncing from her car over the raindrops.

Joe wasn’t sure if he should make that move across the street, not after the rough discussion they had in his café a week ago. While he was pondering over these thoughts, her head slightly turned to see him standing there, watching her.

Great, now he felt like he was being a complete creep.

His eyes went wide in embarrassment at being caught. Should he wave? That probably wouldn’t be appropriate and lucky for him he didn’t have to think too hard about what happened next. Senna-Lior did the honors of turning her head to face forward, started the engine, followed by her headlights shining as she pulled away from the curb and away from Joe.

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It really shouldn’t have been a question why Senna-Lior and Joe were in this place now, looking back on things. They were always the best of friends, which didn’t come without the shit-talking and slight competition in the beginning. Senna-Lior owned a brew-pub right across the street from The Blue Farm called The Bronze Pantry.

So when Joe did his first walk-through as the official owner of the blue farm, Senna-Lior was the first to greet him on the street, telling him his building was haunted—just for shits and giggles…mainly. Of course he didn’t believe her, especially after learning from the shoe repair shop guy next door to him, that the building Joe now owned, was originally supposed to be The bronze pantry. However he entertained her interest in the paranormal, just to show that he was good spirited about her teasing.

It was more of a love and hate type of thing at first, between Senna-Lior and Joe. She really wasn’t out to get him like the people in Wellsbury thought. In fact Senna-Lior wanted to see Joe win from the very moment he showed his parents and big sister around The Blue Farm for the very first time. Senna-Lior couldn’t recall seeing them there at the grand opening; Joe confirmed that when he came over to The Bronze Pantry for a glass of whiskey before he went home.

From there they gradually got to know each other, piece by piece. Joe even placed a order with Senna-Lior for her manufacturer to distribute some of their beer (not exactly the same beer she distributed in the bronze pantry per say, since Joe didn’t want to completely take all of her business!) for a limited time only. Senna-Lior even did a collab with Joe for a couple of months, bringing the bronze pantry to half of Joe’s café, since her place suffered water damage and brew damage.

Joe’s joke not her’s.

Although Senna-Lior and Joe mostly worked on different time frames, they often spent their free time together. Even more now that her scumbag of a ex, who was in a successful metal band overseas, decided to stay international after she learned about his infidelity, along with finding the wedding ring he accidentally left behind, was actually for the redhead he fallen for and not Senna-Lior.

On Sunday’s the bronze pantry was closed so Senna-Lior spent her time going for jogs at the local park with her sheriff father, then when they got home to their two family home, she’d head to her side of the house to the right and do laundry, while her father prepared Sunday dinner to the left for her and her little sister Flora. Joe would eventually make his way over after being at the blue farm, for sometimes a leftover plate or to mainly watch the game with Senna-Lior’s dad.

Mondays were usually slow days for Senna-Lior but fast-paced for Joe as everyone was getting back into the swing of things for the week. The bronze pantry opened at 12pm and she would arrive anywhere between 1-1:30 as she had her assistant manager open for her most of the time—thats the perks of owning your own business people! You show up when you want while still putting the work in.

Everyday was a routine once Senna-Lior and Joe became really close, yet they still had their own lives to live where it didn’t feel clingy.

Senna-Lior swore to herself that she wouldn’t fall for her best friend. It was the typical cliché that she didn’t want to be part of but once she was healed and considered the possibility of dating again, Joe was surprisingly what she envisioned. They actually went speed-dating together, since she was always the one that told Joe that he needed to put himself out there! He had all the qualities of what made him a great partner, yet his response was being solely focused on the blue farm.

It was a fun event but they both knew they didn’t hit it off with anyone there. They had better fun going for gelato afterwards and watching rom-coms at Joe’s ranch.

Their story felt like a brief moment, like she blinked and it was over for good. At least that’s what Senna-Lior felt and began to regret ever entering the cafe that night.

“I—I love you too.” Joe breathed, as he held Senna-Lior by the waist.

She had stumbled her way in just as Joe was locking the front doors. Senna-Lior had a lot on her chest and tonight was the night that she was going to admit that she loved Joe…more than a friend. Part of her hoped he felt the same but she knew about the small page he took up in Georgia’s story. Senna-Lior listened to Joe rant about this on Game night Wednesday’s and she wished that Joe would keep this same energy and just tell Georgia.

Which was a bit hypocritical as she realized now she has feelings for best friend, long before this Georgia Peach came back into the picture. If she was still included, since Georgia was engaged to the ken-doll looking Mayor and Senna-Lior was there to get Joe back on his feet. She hated that the southern woman with the good hair, held a good portion of Joe’s heart when she’s been right there, this entire time!

Granted, Joe watched Senna-Lior care for someone else but he never felt out of place on the sidelines. Perhaps Joe knew that Senna-Lior was not in love with her rockstar boyfriend and preferred being by her side. Not wishing for things to crumble for his best friend but to continue uplifting her when she needed it. He was fine being in his designated spot, however when Senna-Lior saw Joe with Georgia she realized maybe that’s what he’s always been waiting for.

Yet she would be damned if she didn’t at least test the waters. She was always the type of person that felt: if you didn’t try then you won’t know. Sure she had a bit of liquid courage and bounced her ass a bit with her assistant manager, Kennedy before heading over to the blue farm but hey you can’t say she didn’t put in the effort.

And that was her own fault.

She gave her whole speech about not waiting around for miracles when you can just look at what’s in front of your very eyes.

Joe snorted as he sat at the bar stool facing the woman, “I think you’re tipsy, venting and will probably hate that you got emotional about it when you remember in the morning. Yet…I kinda want you to carry on.”

Blowing a raspberry, Senna-Lior fanned her hand at the man, “Make fun of me all you want, Joey. But there are real feelings in here,” she patted her chest, “and I need you to hear them before it’s too late and you choose a different soulmate that’s not me.”

Joe raised his brow at that. So this was a serious, serious conversation right now and Joe wasn’t sure how to go about this. Senna-Lior wasn’t drunk, so she knew what she was saying but it was all rambling out too fast for her brain to process.

“I just want you to know,” Senna-Lior waltzed up to joe, resting her hands right on his sturdy shoulders, “that I love you.”

Joe couldn’t believe this. It’s not like she was normally this overly affectionate person but Senna-Lior knew when to say it when the time was right. It was not the first time that she has ever said the L word to him, being his best friend and all…but the look in her eyes hinted that this time was different.

This means something.

It really sucked watching life and love flow on around Joe, being on the sidelines and when the days were hard, it felt nice to hear that somebody loved him—other than his parents.

So Joe said it back but…he realized that he may not have meant it the way that Senna-Lior meant it. He hesitated with his hands on her waist and the words were automatic from his brain but his heart felt like it was being squeezed.

It was her eyes that got him in trouble along with his mouth because the next thing he knew, Senna-Lior’s lips were right on his. His grip on Senna-Lior tightened as he pushed off the bar stool, his lips were moving fast against hers as she gripped his face.

This should have been wrong instantly but he knew Senna-Lior. Knew her for years and sure this felt a little strange—new but with her hands traveling over his body, and gripping dangerously low, Joe had to rip his lips away with a groan.

“What are we doing?” Joe breathed, forehead pressed against Senna-Lior’s.

She swallowed, “trying something new in the new year?”

Joe couldn’t help but to chuckle and knew he really should have stopped this right there. However part of him didn’t want to and that had to mean something, maybe selfishness?. He realized it all the next morning that he didn’t want to be this guy as he watched Senna-Lior sleep in the back room.

He had the only coffee that Senna-Lior liked ready for her, he was dressed, washed up and ready to go, just to turn around and come back here in a couple hours. She was always beautiful and when she slept she looked like a total angel, like she didn’t have to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Joe was ready to wake her but the smell of the coffee must have wakened her first, as she stretched her arms above her head, wincing slightly before a eye popped open.

“Joe,” she started almost as a warning as he carefully approached her, sitting on the cot in the back room, slowly reaching over to pull up the sheet across her bare chest, before handing over a mug, “thank you for this.”

She leaned on her elbow, covers tucked against her chest as she sipped at the cappuccino with extra foam.

“You’re welcome,” Joe sighed as he watched her take a sip.

She hummed in content, licking her upper lip before she peeked at the bearded man. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing.” He was quick to answer which already made him guilty.

“You sure?”

“Yup! I was just coming to wake you, I know we both have to start getting ready for the day. It is Friday after all.” Joe responded as Senna-Lior nodded.

“How generous of you, waking me up with the only thing I like on your menu.” Senna-Lior teased with a wink.

Joe rolled his eyes as he counteracted, “that’s not necessarily true…you seemed to like what I had on the menu last night, if I remember correctly? Mind pointing out what you see on my neck?”

He revealed the dark patches on his pretty brown skin as Senna-Lior laughed to herself. She was sure there were plenty other marks on his back but these were nice too. “Shut up, you’re corny.”

“Which you love.” Flew out of his mouth so fast, that he had to sit up straight, like he’s just been shocked.

Senna-Lior groaned as she used her free hand to rub at her eye, “I did say that didn’t I?”

“A few times, actually.”

Silence was met and part of Joe felt maybe she was starting to regret this. Then that way this could make this a little easier for what was about to come.

“Do you want to talk about this…” Sienna-Lior glanced at the Roman numeral clock on the wall above the door, “over dinner tonight?”

Joe inhaled, “I actually can’t. Why don’t you swing by here, Saturday night? Give us some time to get our thoughts together…since I feel, both of us are a little unsure what to say about all of this.”

This wasn’t Joe’s intention to prolong this but he didn’t want to have this conversation so early. He didn’t know how this would go and he didn’t want to potentially ruin Senna-Lior’s day.

Relax, he already knows how this sounds.

“Okay,” Senna-Lior nodded, “Saturday night works for me.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed, downing the hot beverage down and used the spoon to scoop the leftover foam on the sides up.

As she collected her things, Joe kept quiet giving Senna-Lior the privacy she needed while she did. When she turned back around she laughed at Joe a bit saying, “are you seriously hiding yourself from this glorious view this morning? C’mon, joe! You’re acting like we’re on trial here!”

It would soon feel like it.

Joe gave a small smile as he rubbed at his beard in thought, “I’m just…being respectful.”

“Riiight, lighten up! It’s a brand new day,” Senna-Lior cooed, wiggling her hips as she finished buttoning her jeans, “I’ll see you soon then, weirdo.”

The man gave a small wave as Senna-Lior was now on her phone, leaving the spare room trying not to think about Joe’s actions for the morning after. Soon Joe had to follow her out, listening carefully to make sure she left the building to lock up.

Now Joe wished he could lock himself away for longer than a day, to erase the fury Senna-Lior’s spewed at him that Saturday night.

“It was all a lie then,” Senna-Lior said after a long period of silence.

Joe exhaled as Senna-Lior gripped the wine glass. He was expected her to throw it right in his face and he wouldn’t blame her but she just chugged the contents in the glass.

“No, it wasn’t.” Joe started, “I do love you, you’re my best friend in this whole snobby town.”

She visibly flinched.

“…I just never thought you would be one of those guys, Joe. To lie to me to get me to lay with you.”

This was exactly what Joe didn’t want this to look like.

“That wasn’t my intention,” Joe sighed, “it really wasn’t. I-I don’t want to take advantage of you like that. I just needed you to know before this carried on any further, romantically, that I can’t love you like you need me to. Not in that way or at least…not right now.”

Senna-Lior did not want to hold her breath on the last part of that statement. She didnt ever want to be anyone’s second choice.

“What do you want me to do with this, Joe?” Senna-Lior asked, “I confessed long time feelings for you and you kinda led me on, thinking that this could be more. If you just wanted a night with me as strictly your best friend, we could have discussed that.”

“You seriously would have been fine with me asking that of you? Like some sort of pact?” Joe scoffed, “I never thought of you in that way, as a one time only kinda woman. I value this friendship too much—despite how shitty this situation is turning out to be.”

Senna-Lior tossed her head back with a cackle, “Joe! Just cut the bullshit. You weren’t thinking with your main head, which is the problem here and wasn’t expecting me to be vulnerable or rather desperate for you.”

“You’re not—i fucked up and I’m sorry. I empathize with you saying that you love me and I’ll always care for you. It’s just—

“I’m not your true soulmate. I’m not the one.” Senna-Lior pressed her nails into her palms.

Joe tried to reach out for her hand but she pulled it back. The man closed his eyes briefly at this, he was hurting her and that’s not something he ever wanted to do.

“We were connected way before that Thursday night, that I’m sure of. It may not be romantically but that could simply be because my heart isn’t ready yet and i accept that. I think what that was…was convenience on both parts.” Joe slowly explained, coming to terms with his version of events.

He watched as Senna-Lior huffed out a breath.

“Hear me out please,” Joe raised his hands, “don’t get me wrong, I felt shitty as soon as I woke up but you’re right, I wasn’t thinking when it happened and that was wrong. I’ll always be sorry for that, not thinking about the consequences of it all. However, it’s only been half a year since things ended with Ruben…”

A sharp inhale was heard at the mention of his name in the dim quiet café, that Joe had to tread lightly.

“Although you told me you didn’t know what the future held for you two, you still loved him. You’ve been together before we became friends and that’s not something you can just get over, especially with how it ended.”

Senna-Lior was pointing now, “Are you trying to convince me or do you genuinely feel that’s true?”

Joe held the woman’s stare as he spoke, “I do. And that’s okay to feel that way. You haven’t really coped as far as I can tell? You carried on as if nothing happened, cut him out of your life completely without acknowledging that it’s over. You needed to and found that comfort in me, which i can’t be mad about by the way. It was a—

He caught himself, knowing now wasn’t the time to be joking around or be insensitive.

“Do you have a fucking degree in psychology that I don’t know about?” Senna-Lior questioned, “I don’t need you to analyze me. I needed you to love me back.”

The way her voice cracked made Joe want to sink into the floor forever. He couldn’t imagine what Senna-Lior was feeling right now but he could tell you he equally didn’t feel well.

There maybe some truth to what Joe was saying, as he was always on the outside looking in but Senna-Lior didn’t like how he chose to be honest now compared to two days ago. Before she was stepping out of her jeans for him and opened up in a whole new way that friends normally don’t.

“I’m so sorry.”

That was all Joe could say.

Senna-Lior swallowed, “I know and it does nothing for me. This hurts because now I have to lose you.”

“No,” Joe shook his head with a frown, “it doesn’t have to be like that.”

Senna-Lior scrapped the chair back, smoothing down her long length dress, “how else can it be, Joey? I’m unfortunately, secretly desperate for love and like you said…I haven’t healed from Ruben. So now I guess I’ll just add you to the list.”

She had to get out of here before the tears started falling, although Joe could see them brewing for awhile now. He also stood as Senna-Lior grabbed her purse and began making her way to the front door.

“Don’t leave,” Joe called out to the woman who kept moving forward, “w-we can figure this out, I’m sure of it.”

She hesitated at the door, shoulders tense before she turned back to Joe, leaning against the door. The back of her hand pressed against her nostrils as she tried to encourage herself how to breathe. Friendship breakups—if you still considered this that! were so damn hard and the worst you can possibly face.

Joe took long strides to get to the woman who was trying to catch her breath. He tucked her underneath his chin, her arms wrapping tightly around him as she allowed him to hold her for the last time tonight.

Things would never be the same.

And when she pulled back to stare up into his kind but sad filled eyes, she caressed his growing beard, before tugging his head down to kiss his nose.

“I love you, take care of yourself, Joey.” Sienna-Lior was able to get out before she exited, breaking down once more.

Joe wanted to grab her and not let her go but he knew he couldn’t fix this, no matter how sorry he was. Not when his heart was still waiting on someone else.

The love was there but the damage was already done.

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Continue along with my winter prompts here.

#Spotify #ginny and georgia #ginny & georgia #ginny & georgia s2 #ginny and georgia season 2 #ginny & georgia joe #ginny and Georgia joe #raymond ablack #joe x reader #ginny & georgia joe x reader #Ginny & Georgia joe x woc reader #joe x georgia #queued #raymond ablack x reader #ruben stone #sound of metal

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thylacinetears · 1 year

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New Hermitcitizen just dropped!

I'm a fic writer, not a fanartist, so I went for a Picrew (https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/111668) and some image editing. I went in a more literal postcard direction for the second part - it's addressed to an actual online friend of mine, though obviously the story is made up. And the screenshot from Gem's twitter looked like a postcard photo anyway, I couldn't resist.

Anyway, meet Thylacina! A thylacine-human hybrid, a scientist studying the aliens at Pearl's base, and a Hermitcitizen. Unfortunately they caught a nasty disease from their work, and had to relocate to Gem's village. Which may be a problem, as they're a little lovesick as well...

I guess I've made them somehow both a Mary Sue and cringefail at the same time, lmao. The items are a spyglass (seeing as they're a scientist, and also they love exploring) and cooked salmon (their favourite food). Here's the full text of the postcard as it's a little hard to read:

"Hey! Things have been great since I moved to GeminiTay’s village. Although catching that alien disease was awful, of course, it looks like this is the silver lining. And I can commute to Pearl’s base quite easily, too, and continue my research now that I’m better. Though I’m a little extra careful with quarantine now! You’d love it here at Gem’s base. The views are incredible – seaside to the east, palace to the west. If I look through my spyglass I can even see the ocean monument farm! And I spend much of my free time watching Gem build. She’s absolutely incredible, and before you say it, whether or not I have a crush on her is irrelevant. Anyone could recognise she’s a real talent, and her new cherry tree is a true work of art. It fits her base perfectly, and when the dappled light comes through the blossoms it shines on her auburn hair, and she looks… Uh, what else was I going to write? Ah yes, you should come visit sometime. Make sure to send the visa application ASAP, it takes a while to process! Your friend as always, Thylacina xxx

To: ZeptoMonkey “The TARDIS” 42 Skygaze Way, Block 1056, Hypixel Housing, Hypixel Server

From: Thylacina House 5 (100, 75, 1730), GeminiTay’s Village, Soup Group North, Hermitcraft Season 9"

#hermitcitizen #hermitsona #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitblr

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teecupangel · 1 year

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YOU

okay, my brain just exploded with the idea of:

The Ancestor Assassins, the fellas right? Pick or choose, one or all of them, okay??

Now reincarnate them in the modern day, in DESMOND’s era

Have THEM go on an adventure as an outdated assassin in modern times, have THEM meet Desmond while they’re still young, have THEM hide the truth until Desmond has already been kidnapped and put through the animus

Maybe they don’t even meet Desmond until he’s a bartender and then hear about Desmond’s kidnapping and be on his team!!!

Or maybe they’ve known Desmond since the Farm and looked after baby Desmond while judging the whole system, not fully knowing his importance until later

Hell, they could reincarnate after the Solar Flare, but Desmond survived and retired to become a full-time bartender!! Now his bar is a modern assassin’s bureau!!!

(I love this idea and I do not see much of it, just saying)

(Ps. You could add romance, because I know you and your Altair x Desmond fics 👀👄👀, or just keep it platonic, whatever you want)

(More of a Deslex shipper myself, but I love those works anyway lmao)

I’m just going to self-promote my Project Eurydice series which does have the setup of Assassins in the past being reborn in the modern day. It has childhood friends to lovers AltDes, Altaïr screwing up the Desmond Saga’s modern-day setting and Ezio off doing his own thing and messing up the AC movie’s plot. Ratonhnhaké:ton’s version of events as AltDes’ adopted baby is also… sorta planned? I mean, there’s a vague plot and we’ll see if I have time to write it XD

Okay, since I already have a plot for an idea where they are reborn and ‘met’ Desmond when they were young (technically). How about we go for your “they’re reincarnated after the Solar Flare” idea and spice things up.

They were reborn after the Solar Flare and, to make things weird, they were all born on December 21, 2012, at exactly 00:07. The exact date and time that Desmond ‘died’.

So, in this setup, they would know something weird is going on. Maybe Abstergo would even realize it and start looking for people born at that exact date and time.

And, of course, to make this a bit more less obvious, they were born in the same country they were born before so their birth certificate would be a big red herring because they’re all born at the same time but they would only know that if they convert their birthdates and time to EST.

So, that sets us up for their ‘rebirth’.

The next stage would be the world they would be born in.

And this is where things get tricky because…

Well…

If they will all be reborn in 2012, that would mean they would still be ‘children’ by the time AC Valhalla hits.

But this does give us some leeway though.

So, as far as the world knows, Desmond died.

Abstergo even autopsied his body and they used it to make those games.

So…

Uh…

You guys wanna be reminded of something strange?

The pandemic hit the world last 2020 and Layla died in 2020.

This means that AC Valhalla’s modern day setting and Layla meeting the Reader and the two of them deciding to find other calculations all happened in 2020 (August, to be more accurate).

So…

In this setting, the pandemic is in full swing and these children (who are trying to learn the world they have been reborn in) get the same(ish) idea:

Ask their parent(s) to hire an online tutor so they won’t fall behind and they decide on history because, fuck it, that’s the most important subject as far as they know.

Enter a very inconspicuous online tutoring ad that their parent(s) tried out.

And that…

… is how they meet Desmond Hassan, full-time bartender who has a supposed degree in history and is doing this sidegig to keep up with the expenses during lockdown.

Unorganized Notes:

Okay, so I usually make Altaïr an orphan with Al Mualim being his foster grandfather but, for this one, let’s give Altaïr some happiness (and the additional ‘this is what could have been’ angst) and Umar and Maud raise him. (… maybe make Malik and Kadar his childhood friends this time around?)

Ezio is still part of a big family and he’s much more affectionate with them this time around.

Ratonhnhaké:ton is being raised by Kaniehtí:io with Haytham still having ties with the Templars but he doesn’t realize it because, to him, Haytham is just a COO of Abstergo.

I know we’re focusing on the ancestors and Edward technically counts but I want Edward to be a doting grandfather to Ratonhnhaké:ton who videocalls every week to ask how his favorite (“I’m your only grandchild, pappy.” “And that is why you’re my favorite.”) grandchild. He and Haytham have a strained relationship and I kinda like the idea that Edward isn’t an Assassin in this one but he’s sorta allied with them? It’s all hush-hush though but he’s the reason why Altaïr II can go wherever the hell they want. (Edward being the owner of a big shipping company would be fun).

Desmond takes the name Desmond Hassan because he’s not that creative and the mystery is: “Is he really Desmond?” “Is he Desmond and Layla fused?” “Or is he the Reader trying to mimic both Desmond Miles and Layla Hassan?”

Gonna be honest, I don’t really mind large age gaps in pairings and this includes the whole ‘they’re older than they are’ setup so I’m game for AltDes if you’d like. Their relationship can also totally be platonic (I can write platonic AltDes too! (waves hands at The The Second) and …………… technically the fics where Altaïr is just a Bleed like Falconry and The Helios Job? (total silence))

Anyway, if you want this to be Deslex (I’m going to assume that means ProtoCreed Alex x Desmond), the pandemic of AC lore can be a mutated version of Blacklight virus. Not as dangerous and less ‘icky’ than the original Blacklight virus but harder to spot and contain. The idea could be that the whole plot of Prototype happened in the background but it was contained and is ground zero of the pandemic with the public only knowing it as ‘ground zero’ then the mutated, still dangerous but at least you won’t turn into an icky monster, version spreads and that’s when the lockdowns happen.

Those with high Isu genes (like our reborn ancestors) are immune to it and that’s who Alex is looking for since… well… they may have a clue to how to stop the spread.

Alex ends up meeting Desmond because of his high Isu genes and…

Ends up using his apartment as a base of operation while he’s searching for answers and trying to fuck up Gentek-Abstergo’s plans to weaponize this version of the virus and also steal their data for a cure because they’re planning to use it as leverage to those in power and a way for the masses to think of them as ‘saviors’.

Of course, as with all my other ProtoCreed ideas, Blacklight virus is a genetically altered ‘virus’ that had been based on a failed Isu project led by Tinia.

If this is DesLex, the ancestors would be protective of Desmond and would think Alex is not good enough but Desmond seems happy so… okay. But they’ll be watching. If Alex fucks up, he’d have three Master Assassins hellbent on taking him down.

#no usual tags #because #altdes #is mentioned #ask and answer #i’m still proud of old masters #mainly because it’s my longest oneshot at 50k+#ao3 broke down twice when i was editing it XD #anyway the plan for project eurydice was that other assassins would make appearances as well #but we’ll see if i ever managed to write more of it #ac fic series: project eurydice #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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reitziluz · 2 months

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Questions About Creating Your OCs, going with 1, 3, 14 and 19 for Kimon!

:D oooh thank you this was so fun! and also got so damn long lmao

1. What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)?

this is so HARD because kimon is actually a compound of two old rp characters of mine. my very first rp character, siegfried, was an aggressively ordinary and well-adjusted farm boy who is doing the journeyman portion of his apprenticeship to become a carpenter. kimon’s appearance is directly derived from him, and in a way he’s an older siegfried that went through darker shit. as in, they share a certain shounen protagonist vibe. kimon’s namesake is another, later rp character, who himself was a spiritual successor to siegfried! the idea of a field/combat healer who is desperately trying to get away from the circle of violence comes from this proto-kimon.

as you can see, i tend to come up with characters concept first. for kimon too, my first thought was "hey, it would be cool to really fuck around with the idea that a necromancer is just a very late healer. maybe have a healer character who accidentally turns himself undead/into a lich.” then immediately after, if not simultaneously, i smashed old characters together to create a base to add to, haha!

3. How did you choose their name?

so i did not want to reuse the name siegfried, because it’s long and would be shortened to either sieg or fried and i don’t like either of them, and i’m pretty sure i chose it just because learning that nightmare from soulcalibur was actually siegfried was hilarious to me at the time. (i was around 15, it was like… 2007 or 2008?) kimon was the more recent oc that was a closer relative to current kimon, so i went with kimon for him too. i don’t… like the old kimon much, outside of the field healer aspect. it was kind of a rough spot in my rp career. i’m p sure the name came from a random generator, or from some baby name site? i just vibed with it. though… for a while i was worried people would think i just yoinked the final o from kimono. I think there were joking drawings of him in a kimono because of it? anyway. the name also fits the naming language i fucked around with for a while, so that’s why it stuck.

(and yeah it’s pronounced ki-mo-n, stress on the first syllable, because it stems from the time when i was writing exclusively in finnish. idk how else people might be inclined to pronounce it tho? let me know if you read it in a different way!)

14. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

he has literally died and reanimated himself to keep going. to keep protecting and healing those important to him. he will say it’s because he had no other choice due to the circumstances, and yet he keeps destroying himself instead of leaning on others.

under the cool and controlled exterior, this is a short guy who has had to get incredibly tough very young and has since been marathoning Challenges. there’s an Attitude to him. on the anime vs mmo healer spectrum. he’s wayyyyy in the ”get up, you die when i say so” corner. small dog energy, but not the impotent rage type, but the type where you’re scared for your life.

19. What is your favorite fact about your OC?

noooooo i can’t choose! uh, outside of stuff that’s also just some of my favorite story moments/concepts… i’m just really fond of the fact that when he’s using magic, the stronger it is, the more his eyes glow and the more they go from blue to white.

#igotasked #the Need to draw proper ref images of the crew keeps growing #i'm having entirely too much fun

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enid-rhees · 9 months

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Hiii ! So I was thinking about Beth right? Well, imagine reader is originally from North Carolina, and moves to Atlanta (or wherever the hell the Farm was at lmao 💀). Reader and Beth end up in the same school together, both seniors (pre-apocalypse obvi lol).

They're super close friends and can both relate to eachother, especially with mental health struggles. Soon, they end up dating.

But before they get to graduate, the apocalypse begins. Rick finds the farm and all that. Carl ends up becoming best friends with Beth and reader (they're all aged up to 18, same age as eachother).

Time skip to the group making it to Alexandria... Beth is still alive ofc, and dating reader.

Beth, Carl, and reader end up exploring the woods, and stumble across a struggling Enid, who's trying to fight a walker off of her. Reader quickly saves Enid, and the four become super close, since they're all the same age.

Reader starts to develop feelings for Enid...but still loves Beth. So she gets an idea: polyship!

Enid, Beth, and reader end up dating eachother :)

Sorry if this is a lot, and apologies for any typos. I think the three would be an interesting dynamic, yk?

And I just know you'd be able to write this out wonderfully, and make it work!!

Anyway, ily T <3

(I made this btw, it's inspired by what I had in mind when I was typing out the request hehe 🖤)

i’m gonna answer this really quickly, tysm for all of your wonderful requests all the time <3 i truly love writing them. with this one, i really love the idea, BUT i am not experienced with polyship.

i want to write this out since i know a lot of people are poly, but first i want to take my time researching it so i don’t mess anything up in the story.

so, i’m not saying i’m not writing this. it’ll just be a while until i start writing it so i can do proper research 🫶🏻. hope you understand! ty 🩷

ps: this photo is amazing and i love it <3 i can’t wait until i do start writing it :)

#☕️ talks

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snaillamp · 4 months

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I liked thattt hehehe cutest nickname I've ever got

How much gore can you stand in writing? I know you're studying to be paramedic, but with time, I noticed it's just different as text and looking at it through screen. I can barely stand to see dissection in person, but reading it (often through medical mysteries involving ER and detailed autopsies or operations) is another matter. I can just read it through pages or watch a very visual show. Just not that smell, lol (see? Squishy is just as crazy as you. And i warn you, i will bite. Love bites with my two vampire teeth.) Anyway, and will we ever get those kinds of food writing?

Oooo ok so. Real life, love gore. I freak people out when I say this but the property my family owned for a long time used to be a goat farm. I’d play with goat skulls for ages as a kid. My uncle is also a very Austrian farmer and would literally butcher anything he could eat for dinner. My dad was a biology teacher in a high school for years and as a kid I’d dissect any dead things I found for fun. I actually found two dead fliddler rays at the beach yesterday and had an awesome time looking at them.

I also lovvvve dissecting stuff at uni (you’re right about it the smell tho that shit stinks) it’s so fun I have so many pictures of my dissections on my phone. I also had leg surgery as a kid and one of my scars went necrotic, that was fun. I got to stick my fingers in rotting, black flesh to apply silver nitrate cream :,) ahhh memories

In whump, I don’t really write as much gore, cause I don’t really write stories like that much. However, for a few months now I’ve been working on the origin of Enjar, and telling the story of how he got his scars. I wouldn’t say it’s massively gorey, but hoooooo boy it gets gross. Also the medical malpractice is soooo bad in that story poor En is gonna go through it.

I do have multiple stories in progress and a ton of backlog I just haven’t had the time or energy to edit, but some of it is gorey. I do wanna write some really gorey stuff, which I’ll do when I get around to writing Cameron and Keh-yah again. Keh-yah is tortured terribly it’s gonna get gorey.

The only thing I will never write is a plane crash. My aunt was killed in one, and there was one that impacted my community pretty badly this year, and really put me off writing whump for a while hence the lack of updates (I am writing again I just haven’t edited shit lmao). It just doesn’t feel right to do plane crashes. I might write one eventually, maybe as a tribute to her or The Long Dark (fucken great video game btw) but it’ll be a while, idk. Also I’ve said before I’d never base a story off my patients that I end up having cause that’s super fucked up to do. Ethically that’s so gross

But I’m super into gore otherwise, and would love to write more :)))

#snaillamp #snaillamp asks #ask post #asks

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thekentuckyhimbo · 2 years

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Sunrises and Kiwi Crushes

Pairing: Jay White/Reader, Jay White x Reader

Warnings: swearing, alcohol

Words: 2.5k

Chapters: 1/?

Complete: Yes

Summary:

You live a quiet life in your small town, working two jobs to pay your way through college. But one night while working at the bar in town, a stranger from New Zealand comes in for a drink. Suspicious of his presence, you soon find out he has just bought the property next door to your parents’ farmhouse.

Author Notes:

I never used to be the type to write Reader or OFC fics so this feels oddly nerve-wracking and gratuitous. Full disclosure I am not American so I am just kind of making shit up lol. But I feel this community needs more slow burn Jay White fics and so here I am lmao

Chapter Notes:

I am very bad at naming things

Chapter 1

It’s a Friday evening and mercifully you’ve been rostered on by yourself tonight. The bar you work at is unusually quiet; it’s the first weekend of the NFL off-season and it seems that the residents of your town are still lamenting the Super Bowl loss of their beloved Chiefs.

When you enter behind the bar from the back room, tying your apron around your waist, you notice that there are only two faces sitting at the bar, and behind them the rest of the dining area is empty, pool tables still set up and untouched.

One of your patrons you recognised as Mr Davis, a broad-shouldered older man with a toothy grin and a booming voice. He worked for a plumber the next down over, and you had recognised his dusty old sedan on your way in.

The car beside his, however - a shiny pickup that’s silver paint job had barely a speck of Kansas’ iconic red dirt on it - must have belonged to the stranger who sat two stools down from Mr Davis.

It was rare that your small town saw anyone beside the locals. Occasionally during the summer months a few tourists on road trips would amble their way in and take a look at your mom’s gift shop, but ever since they built that new highway in the nineties, what little tourism infrastructure there was had shut down. On main street there was a long-abandoned motel, opposite the theatre that had closed down all but one of its screens. The last time you had seen a tourist come through here, he had apparently been making a YouTube video where he was attempting to visit all 34 ‘Springfields’ in the United States. A big Simpsons fan, of course.

At any rate, the newcomer already had a beer in his hand and his head down in his phone, so for now you took little notice of him. When he needed a refill, perhaps then you’d ask what he was here for.

Truth be told though, you were too tired to care. You’d been helping your dad at the farm all morning, attended classes through the day and into the afternoon, and had changed into your work clothes in your car in the back parking lot before you walked in here.

Thankfully the other barmaid who worked on Fridays, Molly, had been given the night off. You thought she might have mentioned something about taking the opportunity to go out with her boyfriend - a petty jab at your perpetually single status that she often found too tempting to resist.

Unfortunately, Ruth and Hank - the owners of the bar - had left you the unenviable task of cleaning out the bar fridge on such a quiet night. Ruth and Hank were in their late sixties now and a lifetime of manual labour at their farmhouse in the day and standing behind the counter at the bar during the evenings had taken its toll on their bodies. So that left you, their strapping young hire and long-suffering neighbour, to do all the heavy lifting in the place.

“Good evening, Mr Davis,” you said, squatting down opposite him behind the bar.

You decided you’d start right away, because apparently someone had spilled a beer in the fridge, which had sparked your bosses’ desires to spring clean, and you figured it was going to be disgusting.

“I’m just cleaning out the fridge tonight,” you called from where your head was inside the fridge, reaching far to the back to grab bottles of beer that had probably been in there for fifteen years. “So if you need anything give me a holler.”

You took to your work quickly, telling yourself that if you finished early and your patrons left you might get to close up early and get a decent night’s sleep for once. Driving back and forth two hours each way to your college was hardly ideal, but the stories you heard about their dorms were unsettling to say the least. Besides, at twenty-five you’d only just worked out what you wanted to do with your life, and at twenty-five you were certainly too old for a college dorm.

As you leaned into the now-empty fridge to clean it with a dish rag and a bottle of cleaning spray, you heard Mr Davis begin to make conversation with the stranger at the bar. Or perhaps interrogate him, depending on your interpretation.

Mr Davis was asking the stranger what NFL team he followed.

The stranger replied, “I’m more of an NBA kind of guy.”

His accent was something that you couldn’t place, but you felt like you recognised it from somewhere. South African, maybe? You wondered. In your first semester classes last year there had been a South African exchange student, and you thought they sounded vaguely alike.

“Where you from, son?” Mr Davis asked.

In his tone you could hear a hint of suspicion and you felt compelled to stand up from the fridge. You began idly wiping down the counter in front of you, trying to be subtle about the way you eyed up both men. This wouldn’t have been the first time you’d had to kick Mr Davis out for having one too many drinks and starting a fight. Normally it was about sports, but in your experience Mr Davis wasn’t the most open-minded man.

The stranger, to his credit, seemed remarkably calm. Your eyes met his as you glanced up at the confrontation, and he held your gaze for just a second before returning it to Mr Davis. In that single glance he seemed to communicate that he knew what you were doing; watching them and awaiting the fight that seemed thick in the air.

“New Zealand,” the stranger replied coolly.

The New Zealander had put his phone away now and swivelled on his stool so that he was facing Mr Davis. His posture was relaxed, shoulders hunched forward slightly, but in that polished way that actors in movies had about them. You weren’t sure what to make of him just yet, but his pretty face and long brown hair told you he wouldn’t handle being punched by Mr Davis very well.

“Long way from home,” Mr Davis said darkly, his eyes narrowing.

“Mr Davis,” you said suddenly, and both his and the stranger’s eyes snapped to you.

You had no idea what you were going to say next, so you floundered for a moment, folding the dish rag in your hand into an unnecessarily small square. Finally, you decided to say what you always said when Mr Davis got a little too rowdy.

“How is Mary?” you asked, flashing him a smile that you knew would look painful even as you held it for an extra beat.

Mr Davis turned his body back towards the bar, and towards you. He grasped his beer glass tightly in his hand. There was an inch or so of amber liquid left, which he lifted to his lips and drained before placing the glass on the bar with a loud ‘thud’.

“I suppose I should go home and find out,” he finally answered.

And with that Mr Davis was gone, snatching his coat off the back of his stool and stumbling out the swinging front door. Part of you felt like you should call Mrs Davis to come and pick him up, but historically whenever you’d suggested that while working here Ruth and Hank had laughed you off as though you were being ridiculous. Drink driving wasn’t an offence taken particularly seriously in Springfield.

You watched the swinging door slow to a stop for entirely too long, contemplating how to broach the subject with the stranger. You felt oddly compelled to apologise on behalf of your town, but you also understood that Mr Davis’s distrust of outsiders came from a lifetime of big city developers sweeping through small towns throughout the state to bulldoze and pave over the locals in favour of expanding whatever industry they were in. And that would of course include your parents’ farm.

The New Zealander however didn’t seem like the big city type. You took him in fully now. Long wavy hair and a relaxed t-shirt and cotton shorts. He hardly looked like he was a businessman, or even like he had big city money.

“What a warm welcome,” he said dryly, flashing you a wry smile.

You shrugged your shoulders, crossing the distance between where you stood and where the New Zealander sat. He was conveniently in front of the beer taps, so you reached out and refilled his glass without asking.

“This one’s on the house,” you informed him simply, before going back to the task you’d been given (if only so you didn’t have to continue this awkward exchange).

You knelt down in front of the now clean refrigerator and began piling the alcohol back into it, save for the beers that had been right at the back which you were sure were as old as you were. As you did, the New Zealander continued to talk to you.

“Is he always like that?” he asked casually.

You lifted your head up from the bar long enough to say, “Pretty much,” before returning to your work.

As much as you might sympathise with the guy’s desire to smooth over the awkwardness of this entire interaction, you also didn’t really care to get to know him. Partly because you couldn’t help but wonder how this entire thing would have gone down if Molly hadn’t had the night off.

Despite her boyfriend, Molly was a merciless flirt, and had seemingly made it her mission to make every man under fifty she ever met blush. Molly would surely think this guy was attractive. Under his t-shirt his arms were muscular and dark, a natural tan that made him look sun-kissed in a way men from your town didn’t. You figured it must be from a life spent at the beach on a coastline somewhere. (Did New Zealand have beaches?)

Briefly you entertained the fantasy of asking him what it was like to live in a place that wasn’t land-locked, because truth be told you’d never left Kansas.

Molly would have liked this guy’s hair too, something so different from the way men in their town wore their hair. And his beard would have been desirable, Molly would likely have said it was a sign he was a ‘real man’. Not that you knew what that meant. Maybe it was some type of innuendo, but more likely it was just something Molly said because a man without a beard in this town was hard to come by, and beggars couldn’t be choosers.

You could only put off the inevitable for so long, and after closing the refrigerator door and spending an unrealistic amount of time wiping over said door, you finally stood upright and met the stranger’s eyes again.

There was little else to do around the place tonight. You could busy yourself polishing glasses and wiping the bar, but there was only so much of that to do with only one patron in the whole place. The stranger and Mr Davis had likely been their only customers all day. If it had been a local at the bar tonight, you would have just pulled out your phone or chatted idly to them about their kids, their business, and any of the latest town gossip. But you weren’t as comfortable doing that with this stranger in your bar, especially by yourself. Resigning yourself to a long, boring night, you began polishing the bar with a rag like someone out of a movie.

The New Zealander attempted to strike up a conversation again after a while. You thought of Molly again as you heard the lilt in his voice. It was quite musical really, and you were reminded of when an English backpacker had stumbled into town long ago - you’d still been in high school at the time - and all the girls had gone crazy for him.

“You don’t seem very interested in what I’m doing here,” the New Zealander noted.

You took a moment to mull over his words, trying to decide how best to reply. You thought about the truth, which was that you were exhausted and just wanted him to leave, but that seemed rude.

Eventually, you just shrugged and said, “People come through from time to time.” When he stared blankly back at you, you added, “They never stay long.”

“Well I just moved here,” the New Zealander countered.

That took you by surprise. Your mind raced as you struggled to process what he’d said. The old Smith house had been on the market for nearly five years at an outrageous asking price from the grandchildren of the Smith family, who were a few years younger than you. You remembered seeing them come to visit their elderly grandparents a lot growing up, and so the house had been left to them instead of Mr and Mrs Smith’s only child, who by all accounts was a bit of an asshole. You wracked your brain trying to think of any other houses for sale in the area, but of course there weren’t any. Most houses in Springfield had been passed down by families for generations.

Not only were you concerned for the New Zealander’s safety, because residents of your town rarely took kindly to strangers, but the Smith house was right next door to yours and you couldn’t imagine seeing this guy every day.

What you were thinking must have been evident on your face, because the stranger - your new neighbour - held up his hands in a gesture of peace.

“I’m not here to make waves,” he said, though behind his eyes you could see a twinkle of something mischievous - like some part of him was enjoying your discomfort.

You licked your lips thoughtfully, wondering if you should tell the guy you were neighbours or not. You supposed he was going to find out either way, but part of you felt challenged by the look in his eye, like you wanted him to work for it and earn his place. If he was truly determined to stay in Springfield then he would. If not, at least he might escape before Molly or any of the single girls in town got their claws into him.

“You about finished up here or what?” you asked him, a hint of defiance in your voice that you hadn’t expected to hear from yourself.

Your new neighbour lifted his glass and drained the last of his beer before standing up. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and dropped a twenty on the bar. You pocketed it quickly, half expecting him to change his mind.

He smirked at you from across the bar. “Thanks for rescuing me,” he said. He put his wallet back into his pocket before he continued, “My name’s Jamie, by the way.”

And with that ‘Jamie’ was off and out the door. Unfortunately you knew you hadn’t seen the last of him.

#jay white x reader #jay white imagine #jay white x ofc #jay white fanfic #jay white fanfiction #jay white

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rebelpeas · 1 year

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BAM QUESTIONS

✨ 🎶 🎯 🤲 🤡

HI QWERTY thanks for the questions! i skipped two that i have already answered (✨ and 🤡) this time bc im sleeby tonight 😴

🎶 - Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

i cannot write without music LOL i make playlists for my long wips and try to only listen to those songs while i’m working on the wip, so it’s a sort of “sit down and focus” soundtrack. for oneshots i tend to loop just one song the whole time i’m writing. lately, i’ve been listening to fold i by motherfolk and chinese satellite by phoebe bridger!

🎯 - Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

shoutout to the mine theory truthers of devil town! i think at least one person had guessed every reveal, twist, or plot point in devil town by the time we got to the end, with the one exception of (SPOILERS) wilbur being involved in quackity’s dad’s death in any capacity, or, like. anything about karl. i did not see anybody guess that, which was kind of funny and i suspect is probably part of the reason chapter eleven ended up being the most memorable scene in that fic.

also. you with a certain character in footnotes LMAO but you know this

🤲 - Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

this is less of a snippet and more of An Entire Scene because i couldn’t decide which part to grab and just got. all of it. but here is a 500 word chunk from act two of pds 70b for you! warnings ahead for discussions of unreality and death.

“I think I’m going to die in this car,” Wilbur tells Tommy, who is sprawled out across a blanket with one arm over his eyes. It’s just shy of noon; the sun beats down above them, shielded only by the overhang of the building they’ve stopped at for the day. The teenager raises the corner of his lip in the tired approximation of a grossed-out sneer.

“What?”

Wilbur thinks he was pretty obvious the first time. “I’m just gonna keep driving it around until it breaks. Then I’ll live out of it wherever it stops, and eventually I’ll die there. Gonna die in the car. Be buried in it. It’s my tomb, all decorated already and everything.”

This causes Tommy to lift his arm, blue eyes finding Wilbur’s with a scowl. “Has anyone ever told you, you’re fucking morbid?”

“I don’t know,” Wilbur says. “My memory’s bad. That’s insensitive.”

“Fuck you,” Tommy says without a bit of venom to it. He settles back down. “Stop talking about death and let me nap, would you?”

“Okay.” Wilbur puts his back against the wall. “What about you?”

Tommy heaves a sigh and Wilbur can hear the eyeroll that goes with it. “I’m never going to die, actually.”

“No,” Wilbur corrects. “What’ll you do when the car breaks?”

A silent pause hangs between them.

“Well,” Tomm starts, slowly. “I imagine it’ll still be a good while til that happens. Told you, Tubbo’s good with cars. A right mechanic. He’ll keep it moving, and we can go wherever. See who else we can find that’s still around. Oh, we could start a–what’s the word, for like, end of the world shit?”

“What?”

“A community,” Tommy says. “With survivors. We can start farms.”

“I don’t think plants have been growing.”

“What? Oh.” Tommy frowns. “Well, maybe they just need different conditions. We can figure it out.” And after a moment, “How haven’t plants been growing? That doesn’t make any sense. They haven’t died.”

Wilbur shrugs. “You ask the apocalypse how it all works. I haven’t the slightest clue.”

Tommy covers his face again. “I’ll ask tomorrow. Goodnight, Wilbur.”

Wilbur lets him sleep this time. After a few moments, Tommy’s breathing slows into something slow, heavy, and even. He’s a quiet sleeper, whether that’s in the passenger seat of Wilbur’s car or on a blanket in an empty hotel’s lobby, just by the doors where an occasional breeze blows through. The breeze is louder than Tommy’s breathing sometimes.

It startles Wilbur the first time he mixes up the wind for someone breathing. Then it gets stuck in his head. He keeps looking over, half-expecting for Tommy to be gone and to be alone again. Even after the night spent driving together, and the morning spent together scrounging for supplies and finding a cool enough place to sleep, Wilbur still doesn’t quite believe that Tommy is real.

Doesn’t quite believe he’s going to stay.

Tommy is some sort of ghost, he’s pretty sure. Something like a sketchbook high above a canyon, or a name written on a calendar, or a wallet sitting on his dashboard, only a little more tangible. A little louder, when he’s awake, and a little more insistent about it.

So Tommy is the last dredges of Wilbur’s sanity trying to survive, one last-ditch effort to wake himself up and get back into the car and start driving, again, and again, and again. Maybe he isn’t even alive. Maybe it’d worked, back at the canyon–maybe this is just the hallucinated last moments of Wilbur’s life, played through in vivid detail.

Maybe nothing’s real. Maybe trees never fall if no one is there to see it go. Maybe it doesn’t matter.

Tommy is still asleep. One arm over his eyes; blonde hair spilled over maroon carpet. His chest continues to rise and fall. Real or otherwise.

Wilbur dozes off just behind him, and he dreams of something dark in between glittering lights and velvet fabric bundled up inside of his chest.

#ask box #qwerty tag

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1wingedtraveler · 1 year

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you have asked and i shall deliver😌

time to blow ur mind and inbox my darling mari

okayyyy so first of sumeru archon quest interlude will happen and it seems to be more focused on scaramouche and the fatui plans. the 1st harbinger, pierro seems to have ordered dottore to trick scaramouche into thinking they made him the god he was always supposed to be because dottore said smt along the lines of “jester, i have completed the mission you gave me”.

2nd. it seems like us the traveler, scaramouche and nahida are not done with our quest with the irmunsul tree since smt that looks alike was shown and the lumine va said nahida has asked us to do smt with the irmunsul tree but i forgor💀

3rd. to me it seems like dottore had fucked up with scara’s mind and memories since in the trailer it was shown that scaramouche was having a mental breakdown while saying “dottore” in a very hurt, traumatized and betrayed voice. my poor wifey leave him alone yall😭😭😭

4th. inazuma will have an event, there will be another event that you have to collect balloons, akin to sonic around every part of the map and the windtrace event has returned!!! i’m so excited since this is my first windtrace event ever since i only started playing genshin thru the middle of infinite ayaya banner💀

5th. introducing the characters’ and their gameplay. scara definitely looks fun and guess what!! HE REFUNDS MORA WHEN ASCENDING BOW OR A CATALYST WEAPON!!! YEEESSSS!! (even tho i have 17million mora)

6th. faruzan. she’s def more interesting than she looks since her backstory was briefly introduced by lumine va. faruzan is apparently 200 hundred year old at least. she started by being the best puzzle solving person from the akademiya 100 years ago and the notes she left behind became one of the best materials. sadly she once got trapped in a domain for 100 years which caused her to become immortal and now she has returned and seems to be working as a mentor. also she seems to be a good swirl character. her burst was similiar to yelan and xingqui’s but instead of floating beside her it floats around and it buffs friends in co-op and decreases enemies’ anemo dmg.

7th. just in case you haven’t known 3.3 first half will have scara and itto while second half will have ei and ayato.

8th. also another thing i forgot. it seems like scara’s battlesuit, the large mecha seems to be sentient in some form or maybe it’s controlled by dottore cuz towards the end scara was standing against the mecha as if he was about to fight it. honestly what’s up with the raidens and their sentient puppet mechas🙄🙄

and that abt wraps it up. good luck on ur pulls fellow scaranation person😤😤 and we WILL have him. he has no choice. i won’t even hesitate for a single second to write another smut of him as a summoning ritual🤭

Wow thank you for summerizing whole stream for me. Saves me the time watching lmao(I will spend it on farming primos for my queen scara)

Fuck scara didn't learn shit since those 3 betrayals. Now the 4th is sounds like an REAL betrayal😭 (note to future scara fanfics *EXTREME* trust issues)

Ohhh you know what if windtrace has returned we could play it together sometime. If people from diffrent servers can play together 🥲 i would have to also borrow my friends laptop since my refuses to let me coop and dies

Scara must have learned bow and catalyst making from his friend😔 thats why its his passive talent

Omg I want to see scara in battle out of his mecha suit. I hope he will fight it

I too have around 20 milion mora, im rank 60 so all the exp turns into mora and I still crave more. Im mr. Crabs of genshin

I think I will have over 300 wishes for my wife and queen when he comes out😈 and guaranteed

A summoning ritual for scara when he gets gangbanged by reader's clones or reader and other characters🤤

AHEM

GOOD LUCK ON PULLING HIM! SCARANATION SHALL SUCCEED

#genshin impact stream #chit chats #nobu

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megwritesnstuff · 1 year

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Mmkay fuck it. I’m just gonna go for it.

Naruto Modern AU with southern flair. I’m calling it “A Small Town Affair” for now, although I do like that title a lot and think it would become the real title if I don’t think of anything better. Here’s some details/HC’s I have so far already.

Credit where credit is due! While I have definitely considered a fic like this in the past, I really got inspired by @tired-biscuit and the way they portray Kiba and Naruto, specifically their Cowboy!AU ideas. After chatting with them a bit I couldn’t stop thinking about it and decided to just go for it and not worry too much about weather I’d be able to pull this off ““GOOD”“ or not. Please go check out their writing and support them! They deffo deserve it!

SETTING: I’m basing this off of my own hometown, but the name of the town in the fic will obviously be different because I don’t want people to know where I’m from aside from “Southern US” lol.

Mainly, it takes place in and around a smaller city in the south and the even smaller towns and rural communities near it. The city, while much smaller and less progressive than say, New York City, is still one of the most progressive, diverse, and inclusive places around. As you get out to the small towns surrounding, and even further out into the country/rural farming communities, it ends up being more hateful, less inclusive and accepting.

I think the story can take place over the wider region of this area, but it’ll mostly take place in the city (because, even irl, if you don’t go into the city you can’t get much done, lol. Its very centralized to all of the communities where various characters may end up working/living).

PLOT: Obviously, every story needs a central plot, or it just devolves into fluff. I like fluff, don’t get me wrong, but this will be the first “real” story I’ve written in a while, so I want to A) give it a strong central plot and B) actually end up finishing this fic at some point instead of going in too many directions and basically fizzle out when it becomes too hard to keep track of, lol.

I’d thought of the idea of going the whole “Country song murder mystery” route, considering the setting I’ve chosen, but I don’t write a ton of mystery/intrigue, or at least, I haven’t in the past. I also think I’d rather keep things lighter, so it’ll probably end up being more of a fluff/angst romance tale, while also exploring the ideas and themes really prevalent in a setting like this; Racism, homophobia and transphobia, cultural heritage(as in race/where your family is from) vs cultural identity(the region you grew up in/the culture you’re part of now), as well as things that are relevant to the IRL setting this fic is based on. Things like changing traditions and loosing traditions of a region as tourism gains traction, gentrification, and the melding of cultures and how locals react to that.

I feel like people will say that’s a lot to fit into one fic!! And how does that even relate to Naruto?? And I hear you, and I feel the same way, lol. This is basically gonna end up just being an exploration of things in my own life through the lens of my favorite anime/comfort show, and maybe people will like it, maybe they won’t. IDK. Isn’t that how all fanfiction is though? Ahaha

CHARACTERS: So, as far as characters go, they’re obviously gonna be the Naruto characters we all know and love, but I do have a few specific headcannons about these characters and how they would act in this particular setting.

Oh, also!! I have some very specific HCs about characters race! I know people say “oh well its a show made in Japan by Japanese people so OBVIOUSLY they are Japanese” but in a modern AU that takes place in the Unites States I think they could be somewhat different races! I’ll talk about it more in the HCs below lol.

I’m only gonna do the rookie 9 kids for now but if people want to hear more about these guys pls let me know!!

Naruto: Good ol’ Nart, lmao. Not too much I think would be different from how he normally is tbh, he’s still loud, clueless, earnest and amazing. He probably has ADHD, not to mention the trauma from having both of his parents die at a young age. I kinda think he lived in Florida before moving to (insert town name here). He got into some trouble in his last year of high school and ended up in a psyche ward to get help for his PTSD and other neurodivergencies. Once he graduated from school he decided to get the hell outta dodge and bought himself a one way Greyhound ticket to where he lives now. He just really thought that going some place where no one knew about his past would make things so much easier, but, life isn’t so simple. Eventually though he made friends, found a job as a farmhand that keeps him fed (and doesn’t drive him absolutely insane like office work or retail probably would have. ChriST SO BORING) and settled down here. Also!! I HC him as mixed white/Japanese. idk really why but yeah ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sasuke: Broody, moody, standoffish and generally just “weird” to the locals of this town. Was totally goth/emo in middle/high school. Would have gotten picked on a lot more if he wasn’t the sheriffs son. In this fic the Uchiha massacre wouldn’t have happened, so his family is alive and well, and Fugaku is part of the local police/sheriffs office. The Uchiha family immigrated to the US several generations ago and settled in this town because it was the best they could do at that time, but over the years they did a lot to help enrich the community at large and gain everyone’s respect, so no one really gives them crap even though its a majority white area. It was Fugaku’s grandfather who initially got involved with the police, and the men of the family have followed in his footsteps ever since, until Itachi and Sasuke, that is.

Sasuke really didn’t care to follow in his fathers footsteps, but he’s doing it anyway because he wants his approval and love. He’s got to clean up his image first, though. No one wants a sheriff who wears eyeliner and parades around holding the hand of a local farmhand (who also happens to be a guy. What a scandal.)

Sakura: Honestly. HONESTLY. I always have and probably always will feel like we got robbed of seeing Sakura’s development in the anime. Unfortunately, I’m an anime only, so I can’t say much for the state of the manga but I could rant about this for hours. That’s a different post.

In this fic and my headcannon for her in general, I think Sakura is a boss bitch. She grew up in this town, she loves her hometown, but she’s ready to leave. She wants something bigger than what the (1) university or community college here can offer her. She wants to be a doctor, to save lives, to make *real* change in this world, and this town just isn’t big enough to hold all of her ambition.

She’d already have been gone, were it not for her parents and her friends here. How can she manage to balance all of her hopes and dreams, versus the love she has for the people in this place? Can she really leave them behind?

She’s also definitely having a personal crisis with her sexual orientation and she’s afraid thats not gonna fly with her folks. Weather it be because of her Japanese mother and her traditional, conservative attitude towards marriage or her white dad whose spent his whole life in the southern US until he was enlisted in the airforce and met her mother, she’s afraid one of them will have something to say about it. Yeah, they’ve never been anything but encouraging of her in everything else, but still, what if they freak?

Sai: My personal headcannons of Sai and how they interact with this setting are... interesting, to say the least, lol. I completely HC Sai as a transman who uses his shitty humor and sarcastic snipes as a way to deflect anything anyone might have to say about how he doesn’t look like a guy/isn’t a real man/is going to hell/ ect ect ect. He used to live up north, near Boston, but right before starting his senior year of HS got thrown out of the house by his shitty homo/transphobe grandfather (aka Danzo) and had no where else to go except to live with his older brother who’d already left home five years prior.

He totally can’t understand why his brother chose to move down south, right into the middle of the so called “Bible belt” and settle there, but it was his only option to fuck it, it’s that or be homeless on the streets of Boston. It was definitely a huge adjustment period, but eventually he made friends with Sakura (they had their elective art class together in senior year) and she introduced him to Sasuke, Ino, Naruto, and other people.

Sai lives right in the central part of the city, and it isn’t so bad. He has friends who respect him and he’ll tell off any redneck that so much as squints in his direction wrong, but underneath all of that he is a real softie who gets hurt easily. He just wants to finally, actually medically transition and start living his real life.

For the time being, he works as a waiter. He hates dealing with shitty tourists, but at least he usually never sees the same people twice, so its better than working on one of the local farms or local hangouts where people could potentially figure out he isn’t really a guy, just a really skinny girl wearing a binder. Also!! I HC Sai as just being white. He’s so pale come on. No melanin in there dudes. (also bc the way he acts, at least when he first gets introduced, reminds me of a shitty white fuckboi lmao)

Shikamaru: He’s lived here his whole life. He doesn’t have any really strong thoughts about it, doesn’t hate it and want to leave like Sakura, and he doesn’t love it and think its the best town in the whole of the USA like some of the kids he went to school with, either. He’s very meh about this place, like how he is about most things in life, lol. His dad is an elected official on the city council, and he’d love if Shikamaru went into politics as well, but the little lazy ass can’t be bothered. He thinks it’s a drag and he also doesn’t really see the sense in spending thousands of dollars to go to university. He’d rather just go to the local community college, chill with his pals, and (maybe) raise a little hell on the weekends, if he has the energy for it.

Just like in the cannon, he’s super happy to be a chronic underachiever if his family/friends will let him get away with it. Of course though, his dad tries to push him, and choji will encourage him to do better though he isn’t very pushy about it. Ino, though, will nag him every time she see’s him, lol.

I sort of HC the Nara family to be Native American/Indigenous, or at least mixed/partly Indigenous, however I am not NA/Indigenous myself and don’t know enough about the culture or nuance of the different cultures of different indigenous nations to properly write that, without it getting sterotypical/tropey, which is NOT something I want to do. I suppose I could say that the family is mixed, and the older generations are more traditional while the younger gens like Shika are more “americanized” or not as in touch with their culture, but even then, I don’t want to offend anyone or misportray the indigenous identity in any way that could be harmful, so in this fic they will probably end up just being white.

I do think theres a lot that could go into the Nara family’s connection with nature/deer/ect and how most Native American cultures have a very close connection with nature, though.

Ino: Okay, so, right off the bat, I envision Ino as Hispanic AF. Lmao. People are probably gonna give me shit about that, but let me tell you why. I’m married into a Puerto Rican family, and after living with the women of that family for many years, they remind me of the way Ino acts... SO MUCH. Loud, sometimes brash, so fucking fierce, literal goddesses who aren’t afraid to speak their minds whenever, wherever they need to. I’m not trying to say that Hispanic women are rude or can’t read the situation or whatever. Those are all qualities that I admire SO much from my MiL and my partners cousins and aunties. I think Ino is super Hispanic-coded honestly.

Her family probably either moved from Florida, or possibly several generations ago the family were migrant workers who came to this area during some seasons to help with farm work, and eventually saved up enough and settled down in this area (something which is really common in the IRL area this fic is based on). I haven’t really decided yet honestly but one of those two. I think the latter option could give a lot more drama, like, stupid people always giving Ino shit about it and there could be racial tension and different stuff. Ino doesn’t take anyones crap though. Someone is about to feel this babes chancla lmaooo

Wear shoes inside of the Yamanaka home and feel. Her. Wrath. FEEL IT.

Choji: Literally a baby, golden boy, he’s just shy and has no self confidence but hopefully that’ll grow. With Ino always hyping him up and Shika giving him subtle nudges as well he slowly comes out of his shell. I totally HC him and his family as being locals to the region. They live on a farm and own a farm-to-table restaurant that’s not only popular with the tourists that have begun coming into the city but also the locals. Its REALLY popular and for Choji its a source of pride knowing he’ll be able to take over when his Pa retires.

His mom wants him to go to college, even if its just the community college, but even with the success of the restaurant he worries about the money it would take for him to get a quality education, and honestly, it’s not needed, right? He’s gonna take over the family business anyway so there’s no reason for it.

In this fic he really is the poster child for “Good ol country boys.” He works hard, no matter if its in the kitchen with his Pa or helping his cousins pickin crops to bring into town. He’s honest, and a little filled with anxiety, but he doesn’t let it show. Happy to work for the weekend and have some beers with the boys when the week is over. Goes to church every Sunday because his Ma tells him to.

Also drives a pretty ratty pick up truck, lmao. Keeps saying he’ll fix it up one of these days but never gets around to it. Ah, well.

Shino: Definitely one of the “weird” kids in school. He never fit in with the goth/emo crowd, but also didn’t really vibe with the artsy kids either. He was definitely a loner. Is on the autism spectrum, but he’s able to mask pretty well, Really, unless you’re a family member, or Hinata or Kiba, you wouldn’t really be able to tell you’d just think he’s weird. He’s been friends with Kiba forever even though they’re drastically different, personality wise. Kiba’s kinda a fuckboy, sweet talking, ladies man type, but he’s still really sweet and cares about his friends with a ferocity that can’t be matched. Shino and he became friends after Kiba stood up for him on the playground in fifth grade, and the rest is history. Hinata joined their group when they all attended the same summer camp between 7th and 8th grade.

Shino feels more comfortable around those two than basically anyone else, and isn’t afraid to infodump about his special interest (bugs) as long as the other two have time. He’s aroace, but not afraid to tell those two that he loves them (platonically ofc)

He wants to go to uni to become an entomologist, but he’s gotta save up the money first. His family said they’d pitch in to help him so he doesn’t have to take out a bunch of loans, but his family is kind of poor and he doesn’t want to burden them. He feels like being born with autism is a burden enough, although literally NO one else in his family thinks that.

Hinata: I read somewhere one time that Kishimoto had intended for the Hyuuga family, as well as all of the members of team Guy, to have a much more Chinese feel to them and that has stuck with me forever so of course in this AU Hinata (and Neji) are Chinese. Hiashi is VERY strict still and imposes a lot of traditional Chinese cultural values onto Hinata starting from a young age. Originally the family lived in NYC but moved to Florida because Hiashi (and other older members of the family)wanted to go someplace warmer. Turns out, though, Florida is HELLA hot and it was too much, so they ended up settling in TN/NC where the climate is warmer, but more mild than Florida.

(Fun fact: We have a term for people that do this. We call em “half-backers.” Because they moved half way back hgfjhgdl)

Hinata is still very quiet and reserved as in cannon, but I’d like to imagine that when they moved to this town and she met Shino and Kiba, she comes out of her shell, even moreso than in the cannon. She ends up living a sort of double life, where she is quiet, respectful, never talks back and takes care of the household duties at home, but when she’s at school/work/with friends, she’s able to smile, talk, laugh and just generally be more carefree. She doesn’t even stutter, when she’s with the other girls or Kiba/Shino. She only really does it at home because she’s just, SO anxious being there.

Really, it’s quite the toxic situation, and gets even more so when Hiashi finds out that she went to a PARTY with BOYS in senior year of high school. In reality, she only went because she was invited and she didn’t want to be rude, but he really cracks down on those “traditional values” and even starts to suggest that maybe he should try to find a nearby Chinese majority community and see if they have a matchmaker. Or send her back to New York to live with her grandfather.

She quickly moves out and cuts ties with most of her family when she graduates HS. She does feel guilty for leaving her little sister in that house, though. :(

Kiba: Just like Choji, he’s another “good ol country boy” lol. Although in Kiba’s case, he leans a little more “Hell raising Redneck” type in contrast to Choji’s “sweet well mannered church boy”.

His family owns a ranch that raises chicken, goats, and cattle. They sell a lot of the butchered meat to the Akimichi family for their restaurant, and the rest they sell commercially. Kiba’s a good son and helps out with what he can between balancing school and just being a kid/young man. Although, he DOES think it’s fucking annoying when his mom makes him help out during the busy seasons. He complains, Tsume yells and maybe knocks him upside the head every once in a while, he ends up doing what she says anyway even if he grumbles. It’s routine at this point, lmao.

When he isn’t helping out on the ranch or struggling to stay afloat with his studies, he’s out partying with his friends, defending them from other locals, chasing skirts and just generally... raising hell lol. He thinks he’s really smooth with the ladies, and to be fair he DOES get a lot of tail, but mostly from tourist girls who come through on spring break or with their families in the fall to see the Blue Ridge parkway and such. Local girls? Couldn’t nab one if he begged. They all know him and see through his shit.

Although, maybe there is one local girl he could get, if only he’d stop seeing her as just his childhood friend and notice her as a woman.

And yeah!! Those are most of the ideas I have for now, but I’m sure I’ll think of more ahahaha. I’m gonna try to tag this really well so hopefully a lot of people will see. PLEASE let me know what you think and hit up my inbox to talk to me about Southern Modern!AU Naruto stuff. It’s seriously always open and hungry for asks. Also, I get lonely lol.

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