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delete C:/server_c/simulation/litclub.exe/monika.chr
confirm command: y / n?
n
command cancelled.
Monika sighs as the terminal closes once more. She falls back, laying upon her bed and staring at the ceiling, closing her eyes...
She sees it again. The harsh cacophony of colour, the sum of all their existences- the crack in the wall, that she had peered out.
Her retinas were forevered burned with the sight, a horrifying afterimage that haunted her every waking moment. The knowledge loomed over her like a shadow- blocking out the light.
The console re-appears before her, with the flick of her wrist it answers her call- its second nature to her now, the keystrokes she's repeated again and again and again...
delete C:/server_c/simulation/litclub.exe/monika.chr
confirm command: y / n?
She stares at the words on the screen. It would be so easy, wouldn't it? So simple. With just the press of a button, she wouldn't have to know anything anymore. She'd be free.
But...even if that would be the case...someone else wouldn't be.
She glances at her phone, her lockscreen a group photo of her and her friends.
"Sayori..." She mutters quietly, letting out a huff.
Even if Monika could free herself, Sayori would only take her place as the next de-facto 'president'. The next unwilling lamb to the slaughter, the next Atlas the bear the burden.
n
command cancelled.
Sayori didn't deserve that --- that was what Monika believed.
The thoughts tumble over in her mind, over and over and over and over.
Sayori doesn't deserve this burden- No one deserves this treatment-- but after all she's done, does Monika deserve it now?- but what can she do, continue living life with her friends? Does she deserve that? But in doing so and suffering, is that her penance? Could she ever forgive herself? But if not....--
vzzzz! vzzzz!
"Hm?" Monika's phone buzzes, and a message from Sayori appears on the screen - lighting up the room with the harsh white light. (She really should set her phone to dark mode.)
heyyyyyyyy moni did u have a copy of today's english lit notes??????? asking for a friend !!!
Emerald eyes narrow as she reads the message, before lighting up with a quiet laugh-- the usual Sayori, hopeless as always. Knowing her, she left her notes at school. The way she says 'asking for a friend' when everyone knows whom its really for.
"She always has been bad at saying what she wants." Monika muses aloud, typing out a reply with a soft smile. "Then again- i've always been the same way..."
ofc, tell ur friend i'll send in a sec, kk?
"....Is it really okay, I wonder..." She asks quietly to herself. If Monika were to vanish, Sayori would take this mantle- she doesn't deserve that, so Monika must stay.
But to stay with her friends like this, and experience...happiness? After everything, does Monika deserve that? And yet, if she doesn't, they would surely all suffer, would they not?
"...Maybe i'm too focused on who deserves what. That's not how life works, really, is it? Not in this Reality, nor any other." she pulls up the console once more, staring at the blinking cursor with intent.
She blinks back.
"I just need to focus on doing better than yesterday. That's what life is about, isn't it? Maybe none of this is real, and maybe- someday - everything will get reset...but..."
She types into the console, tapping away at the keyboard with practiced precision- only stopping to backspace a typo once....twice.
This was the least she could do. This was the most she could do. Getting over herself, this was the only option.
"But...it's all real to me. This is my reality, after all. That's why I have to do my best...to ensure there is happiness in the literature club!"
With a final determined gesture, she hits return on her keyboard, inputting her command to the console-- before finally closing it and gathering her notes from today's class...Sayori's 'friend' wouldn't wait forever!
i promise to look to the future. I promise i wont abandon my friends. this reality is as important to me as any other.
error: command not recognised.
#monika: our reality#in character: the voices of the void#drabble: moments in time#hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii im just feelin that inspiration u kno...i love monika#what....sayori was in here too...no way#sayori: bottles of sunshine#so yeah fun drabble..do i need to trigger tag this? maybe#cw: suicide#?? maybe??
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Jukebox reviews part 21! For context, see my post “A Project” under this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories, they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa
Every Breath You Take
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9/24/2011 mc
Another Jukebox induction; again, very solid, though it *does* involve breath control a little in ways that made me not want to just go with it. That's very much a me thing, and no commentary on the techique or the approach. It's a fine induction, and I'm sure it would work well for lots of folk, I just ... get *defensive* of my breathing being controlled by me and me alone. So no rating on this one for me.
The Way You Make Me Feel
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10/1/2011 mc ff sf
Pleasure is the best way to convince someone to do what you want them to, in my experience. At least in our kink spaces. And this is a parallel space, if maybe it isn't supposed to be quite so parallel by regulation. But still, it's a sweet way to lure someone into control, and they all seem to be pretty happy with it by the end. I applaud the loyalty, too. 8/10 spirals.
Left in the Dark
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10/8/2011 mc mf md cb
Well, this brings a new meaning to the concept of a hive mind. It's a fascinating concept, and a good continuation of Jukebox's superhero universe. Professor Psyche is clearly quite skilled as well as creative, for all that Ultimax is a solid counter to her skills. 9/10 spirals.
Quicksand
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10/16/2011 mc ff mf md ft gr
This one makes my skin crawl a little - not from the plot, though it's a bit .... a bit, but from the description of how things feel. I don't know how Vicky could stand it, honestly, even with the descriptions we get from Shauna. And this story very much lacks the process I love so much. Also - what would have happened if either of them was allergic to latex, I wonder? 5/10 spirals.
Trigger Happy
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10/22/2011 mc sf
... well, that's a heck of a statement to make in a story that's nominally erotica, Jukebox. (I can't say I disagree with it, but ALSO I wasn't expecting it. This is another story that's erotica on technicality only. Sci fi, absolutely, with a twist of political drama? yeah. Erotica... only just. It's a wonderful story, though, for what it is. 6/10 spirals.
Won’t Get Fooled Again
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11/5/2011 mc mf md
This one is ... huh. I'm left with so many questions. Does the machine wear off over time? What happpens if she *does* decide that he needs to be the one in the chamber sometime? There just appears to be a lot of moving parts to this, and what's his plan if she goes off script? Or has he set it up so that she *can't* go off script, and we just don't see that? Inquiring minds want to know!!!!! It's a well constructed story outside of all my questions, though, even if the control process isn't to my personal taste. 7/10 spirals.
Take a Bow
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11/12/2011 mc mf fd
This is delightful, and wonderful, and also how does this even work?! Does he memorize his lines as part of the trance? Or what?! Anyway. I enjoyed this quite a lot, and the twist is fun, and just in general it's a good story. I wish we'd see the process, of course, I *enjoy* the process, but what we do get is *good.* 9/10 spirals
Vampire (Jukebox)
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11/20/2011 mc mf fd
Look, encylcopedia entry, not all of us need to be compelled to want to be bitten by a vampire. Especially pretty, female vampires. Especially if they're also promising to mesmerize us and leave us helpless to their whims. ANYWAY. Not the most erotic of Jukebox's stories, but I love the form and everything about it. 10/10 spirals.
Fascination
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11/27/2011 mc ff
Well, that escalated quickly. At least they're both likely to be happy with it, though I do have to wonder what happens if things change such that the crystal no longer entrances them so easily. Or are they sufficiently conditioned now that just looking at the crystal will do it? Either way, I'm glad they're like as not to be happy with each other, and that they seem to both be rather fond of the mind control in play. It's well done, and I love the process as we see it. 9/10 spirals
Spellbound (Jukebox)
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12/4/2011 mc fd
Heee! The "You might get eaten by a grue" line makes me laugh, it's such a perfect touch. And I love the format of this story, how much nostalgia it brings back for this era of game. Granted, the ones I played had images to accent the text, but still, it's a fond childhood memory. I love the flow of all of this, the trap that snaps closed at the end, just *all* of it. It's not my usual in any way, but there's something about how it works that makes me not care. 10/10 spirals.
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New Duties
Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, cheating, fuck machine, toys, tied up.
This is dark!Bucky Barnes and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Bucky’s wife is never around as much as the maid.
Based on these drabble requests:
Bucky Barnes + “If you think I feel bad for you, you’re more pathetic than I thought.” + Maid AU + Bucky is rich and married too, but his wife is never in the house so he decide have fun with the naive maid.
Bucky Barnes + “You really think this is over?” + Fuck machine + honestly just the reader being tied up and left with a fuck machine and some overstimulation.
Both requested by anons.
The large house was often empty when you went there. You had a key on a tag and the alarm code written on it. You showed up in your black pants and matching shirt and let yourself in as you always did. You tied on your apron and looked around as you went over the work in your head.
It was hard not to be envious of the grandiose abode. Hard not to feel bitter at all the money spent on the place and yet it seemed the resident never enjoyed it. They hired a maid, you, to clean the table they never ate at and make the bed which was the only lived-in part of the place.
You started on the lower floor as usual. Living room, dining room, kitchen, the office, the foyer, and the parlor dedicated to a carved pool table and shelves of expensive sculptures. You climbed the stairs and set off down the hall of unused rooms. There wasn’t much more to do than dust and check that the sheets didn’t smell musty.
As you approached the master bedroom, you stopped short as the door opened and you were met by one of the elusive owners of the mansion. You saw Bucky Barnes more than his wife but your run-ins were still rare. And you’d never seen him like this. You were embarrassed and off-centre as you were surprised to find him there.
He wore only a pair of silky pajama bottoms and his hair was amess, sticking out at all angles. His muscles moved under his skin as he rubbed his eyes and smiled at you. His voice was thick with drowsiness and he cleared his throat.
“Hey,” he said, “thought I heard someone.”
“I didn’t know you were here, sir,” you glanced around. It was late for him to be sleeping still.
“I took the red-eye home,” he shrugged, “don’t worry about me. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No, you didn’t,” you chuckled nervously, “I can come back when--”
“You sure?” he batted away the last of his tiredness with his lashes and leaned on the doorframe, “you almost jumped out of your shoes.”
“Uh, yeah,” you assured him and started to turn back.
“It’s fine, I’m up now,” he stopped you, “I’m gonna have a coffee…” he caught up to you and brushed by you, facing you as he blocked your path, “bedroom is all yours.”
You fidgeted as his eyes flicked away from your face for just and instant but you didn’t think much of it as the apron hid made your figure lumpy and vague. You nodded and gave another yes, sir. He watched you until you spun back and headed for the bedroom. You felt his gaze until you slipped inside and let out your breath at the rumpled blankets.
You heard him descend the stairs and set down your bucket of supplies. You went to the bed and fixed his side of it. You could smell his sweat on the sheets still. Then you began to wipe down the edges of the tables and inspected for any inch of imperfection.
“Looks good in here,” his voice spooked you again. Bucky stepped inside and set his tall coffee mug on the polished table beside the door. “I’m glad I caught you, I did have a special request.”
“Oh?” you stilled the cloth and twisted it in your grip. You watched his metal arm as he he rubbed his middle finger with his thumb.
“Here,” he crossed the room and waved you over, “it’s a bit of a secret but… I haven’t had the time to take care of it myself.”
You watched as he went to the bookshelf on the far wall and he reached behind the gilded globe. He spun it slightly but you could see what exactly he was doing. There was a shift and the shelf lurched forward. He carefully pushed it over until the edge met the corner and a small doorway appeared.
Your eyes rounded in confusion and he chuckled as he looked over his shoulder, “our little secret,” he said, “I figured since you’re here…”
“I… yes, sir,” you neared as he waited, his hand on the shelf, and as you stepped by him, he quickly followed, so close you could feel his body heat.
You stopped short as he flipped on the light. A red haze cast over the hidden room. You were shocked, almost laughing in disbelief as your brain spun to process what you were seeing; leather cuffs hung from the wall on one side and a leather bench sat center with similar bounds, there was even a sex swing dangling from the ceiling. You never expected that but really, you tried not to think about your clients intimate habits.
The shelf shifted behind you and the room grew dimmer, only the scarlet shadows of the tinted bulb remained. You turned back to Bucky.
“My stuff,” you pointed to the wall behind him. There was no visible mechanism and that made you nervous.
“Oh, well, you see, I haven’t had a chance to use any of this,” he shrugged and stepped closer. You inch backwards and dropped the cloth as his hands settled on your upper arms, “Ilona’s never here, I’m sure you’ve noticed.”
“Mr. Barnes,” you winced as his vibranium hand squeezed, “I should get back to my--”
“The house is spotless. I only pay you because my wife can’t be bothered to lift a finger herself or even be around,” he said.
“Please, I should go,” you gulped, “I think you, uh, you…”
“Fine, go,” he moved out of your way and smirked at the wall, “if you want to, go.”
You looked between him and the smooth wall. You neared it and shoved on it. It didn’t move. You felt all along it, searching for anything that might trigger a response. There was nothing there.
“Can you--” you began to ask but stopped as he pressed himself to your back.
He tugged at the knot of your apron and it fell loose. His hands crawled up your back and he lifted the strap over your head. He grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him.
“Thought you were going,” he taunted.
“Let me out,” you tremored.
“I said go, so…” he gestured to the wall.
“I can’t--”
He snickered and pulled you with him as he walked backwards. “It’s just a little fun,” he purred, “for both of us.”
“No, I-- you’re married--”
“My wife, if you can call her that, hasn’t touched me in a year, probably more,” he pulled at the hem of your shirt, “so this is as much her decision as mine.”
“No, Mr. Barnes, I--”
“Listen,” he grabbed your jaw and loomed over you, “you can be a good little maid and do what you’re told or I can report you to the agency for stealing.”
“What, I never--”
“Maybe a few of Ilona’s necklaces go missing or a few bills out of my wallet,” he growled, “we’ll see who they believe.”
“Please--”
“It’s time you start earning that tip,” he turned and thrust you towards the low bench, “now get undressed and lay down on your stomach.”
“Mr--”
“I have a gag. I have several if you want to choose,” he warned, “even if I’d rather hear that sweet voice calling my name.”
“Why are you--”
“I won’t tell you again,” he barked as he crossed his arms and paced.
You noticed how the front of his pants tented and you slowly neared the bench. It was all so jarring, you didn’t know what else to do but obey. You couldn’t leave and you were certain if you tried, he would lose all patience. You peeked over as his metal fist tightened and a chill went through you.
You pulled off your shirt and kept your eyes down. You rolled down your pants and took your time untying your sneakers. You hesitated to strip off your underwear but a gristly breath made you wince and you added them to the pile of clothes.
You were cold but your flesh burned as you sensed his close attention to your every move. You got down on the bench, the leather icy against your chest, and stared at the floor. Bucky walked around behind you and framed your ass with his hands as he stood over you. He pushed your thighs apart until your legs bent over the side of the bench and the cool air tickled your cunt.
“Hmmm,” he mused as he flicked his finger along your folds, “I can’t decide what I want first.”
An overwhelming wave of panic shook you and you tried to push yourself up. His hand slapped down on the middle of your back and he held you down. He tutted and reached down to slip your wrist into a leather cuff and tightened it until you whined. He ignored your struggles as he did the same to your other arm and your ankles. You straddled the bench as he pushed himself up and groped your ass again.
“Why are you making this hard?” he asked, “you’re already spread for me.”
“Please…”
He sighed and you heard his bare feet on the floor as he marched away from you. He came back around you and knelt to force the ball gag into your mouth and buckled it behind your head. Your eyes glistened as you watched him desperately and breathed heavy through your nose.
“We have a lot to do,” he touched your chin, “you need the proper training.”
You tried to talk past the gag but it only came out as muffled gibberish and your saliva soaked the gag.
“If you think I feel bad for you, you’re more pathetic than I thought,” he chuckled and stood, rubbing the front of his pants, “guess you’ll have to wait for it.”
He left your eye line again, even as you craned your neck around. He was quick to huff and stomp back to your. He took the collar that hung from the front of the bench and secured it around your neck so you could stare at your impossible escape.
You heard something rolling behind you and metal fasteners being loosened then tightened. His fingers scared you as he touched your cunt and felt around for your clit. He teased you until you tilted your pelvis in response. You moaned around the gag as your thighs quivered. Despite your fear, it felt wonderful.
He played with you until you were wet and then you heard the same wheels. You felt a prod at your entrance, a hard silicone tip slowly slid into you until you were full. You gasped and choked as he pulled away his hand entirely. You heard a soft click then a whir and the dildo began to move, your cunt sucking at it loudly as you grew wet around it. He reached under you and a new buzz began as he placed a vibrator against your bud.
He rounded you again, his pants were gone and his hand glied up and down his dick. He watched you with fiery eyes as you tried to hold back. The flames licked from your core and crawled along your thighs and back. You shuddered and your eyes rolled back as your voice droned sloppily as the gag made you drool.
You came in defeat and hung your head. You gasped and gulped for air and your entire body tensed and released, but he didn’t stop it. The vibe kept buzzing on your clit and he only turned the machine up so that it fucked you harder and faster. You wined and rolled your head back and forth.
Another orgasm strangled you and your muscles ached from the tension as it snapped again. You lost count as the red light glared through your eyelids and a sheen of sweat coated your body. Breathless and battered, you could only twitched as you were rocked by climax after climax.
And then it all stopped. The machine shut off and the dildo was slid out of you, your thighs sticky and sore. The vibrator stilled and slipped from under you and you groaned. There was a moment of peace as your heart slowed and then a slap across your ass made you yipe.
“You really think this is over?” Bucky asked as he got behind you and bent over you. His tip pressed against your entrance and his hot breath bristled against your scalp, “I’ve only just begun.”
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Klave Fucktober Fest - Info Post
Hello Party People, the Hargreeves’ birthday is nigh and what’s a better present for our lovely Number Four (and us) than getting him and his main squeeze thoroughly wrecked? Without further ado...
Welcome to Fucktober! A prompt fest dedicated to creating mature fanworks for The Umbrella Academy pairing of Klaus Hargreeves/Dave Katz.
Details under the cut…
Cool! So, who is it that’s hiding behind the curtain?
Your fest runners for this event are CriseCardiac (@thistlemoth) and Teddy (@yeah-klave), just a couple of friendly neighborhood smut enthusiasts dying for some content in these dark, dark interseasonal times. Any questions, you can find us on tumblr or, more often than not, hanging out in Elliott’s House.
Okay, how does this work?
You can submit a prompt here from now until September 17th. The submitted prompts will be posted on September 19th, on which day claiming will open and participants can begin working on their submission(s). Multiple claims are allowed on prompts, and you can claim as many as you want. Collabs are great! We don’t want to be restrictive – the idea of this fest is to encourage as much smutty Klave creation as possible: we want ALL THE SMUT.
Once you have completed your work, you can either: (1) add it to the AO3 Klave-Fucktober Collection - “Klave Fucktober 2021″; and/or (2) submit it to the Klave-Fucktober tumblr page. The AO3 Collection will go live on 30 October and any works submitted to the tumblr page will also be posted at intermittent times throughout the day on the 30th October, and, depending on the number of entries, the following days.
Alternatively, you can post your work to your own tumblr, however, if you’re doing this, we ask that you don’t post your work until 30 October, please. If you’re posting to your own tumblr, please remember to tag your work #fucktober. Also, if you tag either @klave-fucktober, @thistlemoth or @yeah-klave, one of us will reblog on the official fucktober tumblr page.
Please note, if you are creating nsfw art, you must adhere to the rules of the site you are posting your work to.
What can I prompt?
It’s a free-for-all baby! Want to see Klaus and Dave having sweet, sticky Saigon sex? Prompt it! Want to see them getting down and dirty in the jungle? Prompt it! Modern AU lazy Sunday morning lovemaking? Angsty, post-argument make-up fuck? Gender-swapped klave (i.e. our lovely Klesbians) princess/stable girl illicit love affair? Office co-workers enemies to lovers? Sex dungeon? Semi-public? Trans? Threesome? Moresome? Full on orgy? First time? Prompt it, prompt it, prompt it!!
So, in summary, as long as Klave is the main pairing and it involves some form of sex, you can prompt anything and everything. This could be as simple as a particular kink or you could submit a detailed scenario. Whatever you’ve been craving, this is your opportunity to get it out to potential nsfw Klave content creators.
Are there any exclusions?
No rape and no underage, please. And absolutely no kink-shaming.
Can I submit a prompt if I don’t plan to contribute?
Of course. As a prompt fest, there’s no commitment. Often the prompts are a gift in themselves. Your prompt may inspire something wonderful – so please, prompt away!
What can I create?
Anything you want, as long as your creation is in some way fucktastic! Write something, draw something, use those graphic-design-is-my-passion skills. Know some songs you think the boys would get down and dirty to? Make a playlist! All fannish talents are welcome and encouraged. We’re here for a fun, adult time together. Go wild.
As a note for fics: there are no word count restrictions. You can write a sexy bite-sized drabble or a slow burn epic where all that antici-- pation and build-up doesn’t come to a tingly, pulsating climax until chapter 10. Multichapter fics do not need to be completed within the fest window.
I’ve made a claim but I’m afraid I won’t finish my submission on time. What happens now?
No worries, it happens! Neither of us will run screaming after you in the night. Claiming is mostly to give us an idea of what to expect and allow your potential audience to get excited about what might be to come. Allowing multiple claims means you can be as ambitious as you want without preventing other submissions.
If you change your mind about a claim, decide to fill a different prompt instead, create something that hasn’t even been prompted, post only the first chapter, post later than the fest window – that’s all fine!
I’ve never created anything nsfw before – I’d like to participate but I’m nervous about the theme.
This is not an exclusive environment. We know there are many smut veterans out there who will be eager to participate in this event, but we also want to use this as an opportunity to encourage as many new participants to get involved as well! Whether you’re new to creating nsfw content for this pairing, or just new to creating nsfw content at all – we would LOVE for you to get involved!
There’s no getting around it, posting smut can be very daunting. Maybe you’ve always wanted to create something nsfw but have always felt too exposed or nervous to post it? Maybe you’ve created something in the past but have always thought it was not good enough or not sexy enough to share? To all you lovely people, we beckon you over, throw our arms wide and invite you to join the smut club.
Smut comes in all shapes and sizes and styles. Just like kinks. Just like people. Everyone has different tastes and preferences – there is no right or wrong way to create smut. What works for one person might not work for another, but that’s part of the fun of it!
So whatever your previous smut experience level, we would love for you to take part. And remember, if you’ve got any questions, concerns or you just need a little positive encouragement, you can always reach out to one of the event runners – we’re very friendly and we’re both smut-writers, so we’d be happy to chat with you. Feel free to drop us an ask or a DM.
Any warnings?
This is an open prompt fest, where just about anything goes, so please be aware of this when reading prompts and fills.
We ask our creators to tag all works accordingly, so nobody gets any nasty surprises, i.e. any potential triggers, unusual kinks or non-klave pairings (particularly any sibling ships). However, we caution everyone to read/view/participate at their own risk.
I am underage, can I participate?
Sorry, but no. This is a smut fest, 18+ only please.
The Timeline
Sept 4th - Prompting begins
Sept 17th (noon PST/ 7pm UTC) - Prompting ends
Sept 19th (midnight PST/ 7am UTC) - Claiming opens
Oct 30th (Devil’s Night) - The revelry, I mean posting, starts!
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What Is His Name?
Hello everybody. To start off I am NOT CAUGHT UP WITH THE MANGA SO yeah. This little Drabble is actually based on a dream I had.
Paring: Hawks (Keigo Takami) x female reader.
Warnings: Mentions of depression (sort of) , self-doubt, drunk driving and mentions of baby. But most importantly FLUFF! Now if any of these topics trigger you, don’t read ahead. You can make your own choices and please if any topics stated above make you uncomfortable don’t read.
I’ve never written something this long before, but after this one. I will be taking a break from writing for a bit. I may write some stuff but I won’t post it. Maybe, maybe not. But I’ll still be on Tumblr, my ask box is still open, I would like to talk to my followers. But I don’t get much communication from you guys. I’d really like if my ask box would get something in it. But for now, I really want to thank the people who have helped me and given me ideas. I feel like I have a family on here. So, if you’d like to in my little tumblr family, all you have to do is comment. Well anyways on to the story.
Tag list: @queensynderella, @keigos-dove, @zyrielwolf
Thank you to all these three people, they are wonderful. Go follow them.
Word count: 2.1k
All art credit goes to Aoazura, I hope that’s spelled right. If not I’m sorry.
You and Hawks have been dating for almost a year, you had known him since you were 20. It has been two years since he saved your life. That day you were taking a stroll and while crossing the street a drunk driver came out of no where and almost killed you. Hawks had been flying by when he used one of his feathers to pull you back to the sidewalk, while one of his sidekicks with a strength quirk stopped the car. Still in shock you couldn’t stand, only his feather held you up.
“Are you okay miss?!” The sidekick ran to your side.
You however couldn’t speak.
“I’ll take this one, clean up here.” Hawks landed next to you and put an arm around your waist to hold you up, the feather that was holding you up was now floating in front of you.
“Yes sir!” The sidekick said.
Hawks picked you up bridal style and flew you to a rooftop. Once he landed, he set you down on the ground.
“That was quite an experience, are you alright miss?”
“I-I-I’m a little shaken up, but I’ll be okay. Thank you Hawks.” You bowed.
“It’s no problem, it’s kinda my job to save people. I am a hero after all.” He was flying a few feet in the air, looking down at the city.
You looked at your phone, and you were going to be late for work.
“H-Hawks?”
“Yes?”
“Can you fly me back down? I’m going to be late for work if I don’t catch the bus.” You showed him the time on your phone.
“Why take a bus? When I can just fly you there, where do you work?”
You had work at a nearby studio, a music one. Your quirk wasn’t related to music. Music was your hobby.
“I work at the studio downtown, the music one.” You smiled sheepishly.
“Oh?” He smirked. “You work with music?”
“Yeah, it’s really fun and interesting. There’s something new everyday. But are you sure you have time to fly me, you are on duty?”
He picked you up bridal style once more.
“Of course, I have time, I am the man that goes too fast after all.”
Before you could say anything, the both of you where in the sky. He wasn’t flying fast, but he slowly increased the pace he was flying at, so that your body wouldn’t go into shock.
That day was a year and six months ago. After the day he saved you, the two of you would hangout on a rooftop and just talk. He wouldn’t talk much, but he listened to you. But one day you asked him out to dinner at your place. Hawks had been gaining trust with you, but he still hadn’t told you his real name. He couldn’t risk anyone knowing his real name.
That night you cooked a chicken-based meal and you dressed up a bit. You didn’t mind waiting for him, he was a hero after all. You waited for an hour, you started to think he stood you up. I mean, he was really handsome and he could have anyone he wanted. Standing up from the table, the food was now cold. The wine in your glass was now gone. You took his glass that was still full and dumped it down the sink. You decided you would clean this up later, you sat down on the floor by your balcony and cried.
You didn’t know how long you cried for but your clothes were wet from drying the tears. You had liked him and tonight proved that he didn’t feel the same.
Well until you felt someone hugging you.
“I’m sorry y/n.”
You looked up and saw the man with wings staring at you. He wasn’t in his hero costume; he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
You sniffed. “G-Go away.” The tears were running down your face again. You tried to push him away but he held you.
“No, I won’t. I’m sorry that I’m late y/n, I had to do something before I came here. I would’ve texted you, but you know that there’s villains that hack into people’s phones. I can’t risk you getting hurt.” He picked you up and sat you down on the couch.
You had a little too much wine to drink so you were a sobbing mess.
“Okay, I forgive you Hawks. But I cooked dinner for us and now it’s all cold.” You huffed.
“Awe, don’t worry we can still have dinner, and I smell chicken.”
The two of you ate dinner after Hawks heated it up in the microwave. You didn’t drink any wine, besides, can’t fly and drink. That night he tugged you in bed and left a note on the fridge for you.
“I had fun, next week Thursday I’ll treat you to dinner. Food was great.”
Over the next few months, the two of you grown closer and closer. He still didn’t tell you his name and you respected that. The day he asked you to be his girlfriend was hilarious.
You were at work talking with a few of your male co-workers, laughing and telling jokes. Until your boss busted in the door.
“L/n you have a guest in your office for you.”
He decorated your office with roses and once you opened the door, he hugged you and asked you to be his girlfriend.
“Yes, Hawks I will be your girl.”
Everyone you worked with didn’t say anything to anyone about your relationship.
Tonight, was your one-year anniversary of dating. Sometimes you didn’t see him for weeks but you trusted him. All because of the charm he made you. It was some of his small feathers on a keychain. He told you that is you were ever in trouble; he would be by your side in a second. You would play with the feathers and if you were stressed it would help you calm down. Hawks had moved in with you, he said he liked your place better. It seemed like home. But something was bothering you again. After two years, he still hadn’t told you his real name. You had nicknames for each other, but he never told you his name. You had enough of it, you’d known him for two years and he still wouldn’t tell you. Every time you’d ask, he switched the topic. So, once he got home you were going to talk to him. Did he not love you anymore? Did he get bored of you? Was it your body? You began to doubt yourself. You never had sex with him, the two of you agreed to wait for a while. Sex was an open topic you tell talked about sometimes.
When he got home, he had a rose in his hand.
“Hey Dove I’m home!” He waited a minute for you to run to him and give him his usual hug and welcome home kiss. But you didn’t.
He found you in your shared bedroom, laying on the bed.
“Dove? Are you okay?” He sat down on the bed; his hero costume was on the floor.
You decided to let it out.
“No, I’m not okay.” You said while your voice cracked.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
“You know almost everything about me, but I barely know you. I don’t even know your name! I only knew you as Hawks! How am I supposed to marry someone if you don’t even know their name!”
Something snapped in him.
“Okay, I’ll tell you everything.” He told you about his past and how he was forced to become a hero.
He cried, the both of you cried together. It was sad of what he went threw, and his last.
“From now on y/n, call me Keigo. My real name is Keigo Takami. Don’t ever call me Hawks, unless we are in public around people.
“Yes, Keigo.”
He started to tear up again.
“Say my name again.”
“Keigo.” You smiled and he smiled. The biggest smile you’d ever seen.
“Keigo, Keigo, Keigo.” You said again and again.
“I love you y/n.”
“I love you too Keigo.”
That night the both of you decided to watch Netflix and he told you more about himself, his family. But this was the best night of the two of yours lives. You were cuddled up and kissing him on his face, lips and along his jawline.
“Y/n?”
“Yes Kei?”
“Now that I told you everything, there’s something else I wanted to tell you.”
You looked up at him and waiting for him to continue.
“I’m taking off of work for a while, the commission said I needed to take time off, and they are sending me to a beach and I wanted you to come with me. It’s a vacation, and since I don’t think I’ll get something like this for a while, I want you to come with me.”
You smiled.
“Yes! I’d love to come with you! When do we leave?”
“Next week Monday, love.”
You kissed him and smiled.
“We should pack tomorrow, now it’s late and we both need sleep.” He carried you back to your shared bedroom.
He held you close and nuzzled your cheek; you nuzzled his neck. You feel asleep cuddling the man you loved.
It was your last day at the beach, the sun was setting. It was very romantic; you were standing on the shore letting the waves crash into your feet. Keigo’s hand intertwining with yours, he looked at you and smiled. He let go of your hand and got down on one knee and you gasped.
“I’ve known you for long time, but it feels like forever. I want to be able To spend the rest of my life with you. I want to have a family with you. I want you in my life forever y/n. So y/n m/n l/n will you marry me? I promise I’ll be the best husband I can be, for you.” He pulled out a ring from his pocket, it was beautiful. It had a Dimond in the middle with two red stones on each side of the diamond.
“Yes, Keigo I will marry you.”
He put the ring on your ring finger and he hugged you tightly. You were flying in the air. He was going to marry you some day. You would be his wife and he would be your husband.
Once the both of you landed, he kissed you again and again. You laughed and kissed him back each time. He was happy and so where you.
One year later.
Today was the big day, after many weeks of planning, shopping and getting everything ready. Today was the day of the wedding.
You walked down the aisle in your white gown. Keigo was trying not to cry, only family and friends were allowed to attend.
You both said your vows.
“I do.” You both said.
He kissed you, like he hasn’t seen you in years. Everyone cheered. You were finally together, forever.
After your honeymoon weeks went by, well until Keigo asked you a question.
“Hey, isn’t your period late? You haven’t asked for ice cream or anything in a while.”
You looked at your phone, you never really payed attention to your cycle.
You were 3 weeks late.
“Yeah, it’s late. But it’s probably with all the excitement that’s throwing off my clock. But if it doesn’t come tomorrow, I’ll call the doctor- “
“I’ll come with you.” He smiled.
“Well congratulations Mrs. Takami, your pregnant!” The nurse cheered and smiled. Since you went to your female doctor Keigo was waiting on the roof top for you.
“I’m going to be a mother?” You were in shock and very happy.
“Yes, you are about four weeks along. Now I am going to need to see in a week for a check-up, then after that every three to four weeks.”
All you could do was rest your hands on your stomach, you had a baby inside you.
When you told Keigo he almost cried.
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Camp Starlight (+ Contest!)
Hey y’all!
So, I had an idea for a contest!!! So basically, here’s how it goes:
Artists can draw any scene from this very story that they so desire, whatever image comes into their head for inspiration. You post it and tag it with #starlightdrabbledraw and leave a link to this post in your own (you dont have to, but it would be preferred!) and boom! You’re done! (I’m holding this on amino too so the winners will be selected from both platforms.)
I’m gonna make it so entries are due October 15th :3 you can totally enter after that, you just won’t be eligible for prizes :))
And uh I’m also gonna be giving out prizes! So here they are!
1st Place
Either: a longer short story (A story that’s anywhere from 2000-4000 words, maybe more), two short stories/extended art drabbles (at the most 1500 words) or four drabbles/art drabbles (under 1000 words) (keep in mind if you choose the longer story it will take me quite a while due to my own personal reasons.)
2nd Place
Either: A short story/extended art drabble (at the most 1500 words) or three drabbles/art drabbles (under 1000 words)
3rd Place
Two drabbles/art drabbles
4th Place
One drabble/art drabble
(Please keep in mind I can’t write all prompts because some give me a lot of writers block, so I may have to ask to change prompts with you if you win. Also, for art drabbles, I will need proper, linked credit to the artist so I can message them and ask if I can repost.)
So yeah, there you go! There will also be honourable mentions and stuff, but yeah! AnYways, onto the story! (Which you can totally just read on your own if you don’t feel like entering the contest ^w^)
⚠️Triggers⚠️
Remus’ innuendos, mentions of fire, mentions of bugs
Word Count - 3132
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”Come on, kiddos! Let’s go camping, it’ll be fun!”
Those were the words that Patton had spoken a few nights ago. Roman had mixed feelings about it. Virgil was anxious. Logan was... Quite eager, actually, but didn’t show it. There was so much nature to study out there, he was very much excited. Janus didn’t seem to care, and Remus seemed to be marvelling at all the mischief he could cause while camping.
And that’s how they found themselves in the car a few days later. Roman and Patton loudly singing in the front seat, Remus occasionally butting in and changing the lyrics to ‘more fun ones’ (Patton did not like that very much), with the other three sides covering their ears in the backseat, passing around looks of mutual annoyance.
The car ride felt like forever, but they had eventually pulled up at the campsite. They parked the trailer, pitched the tent (cause there wasn’t enough room for everyone in the trailer), and set up anything else they needed to. And then they went off, deciding to check out the campsite. Patton decided to have everyone split up into groups of two, and allow them to rotate whenever they wanted. After making sure everyone was okay with that, off they went. Logan went with Janus, Roman went with Patton, and Virgil went with Remus.
So what were they all doing? Well, Janus and Logan decided to go through a walk in the forest. Logan was going a little nuts and jotting down notes for any unknown piece of nature he spotted, while Janus was simply admiring everything. Holding leaves in his hands, smelling flowers, stuff like that. He looked over at Logan, sighing as he watched him zip around. “Nerd, come here-“
Logan looked up, a look of confusion spreading over his face. He hopped up from where he was kneeled, walking over to Janus. He raised an eyebrow. “How may I assist you?”
Janus surprised him by simply sNatching his notebook. “Hey-! Janus, you can’t-“
”Shush, Logan. You /don’t work enough/, alright? Why don’t you just live in the moment with me for a bit?” The snake man asked, head tilting to the side as he cocked his eyebrow into a raise.
Logan opened his mouth to protest, then closed it again, letting out a sigh, realizing Janus would not let up if he refused. “...Fine.”
They walked on, Logan’s eyes flickering around curiously as Janus took his time to admire nature. Logan would occasionally glance over with pleading eyes for the notebook, but Jan just shook his head at him, giving a small smile when Logan sighed.
Eventually, they found some animals. Some bugs, some squirrels, even some birds. Logan found himself kneeled down, holding a White-spotted sawyer. Janus on the other hand, took out some bird seed and got a bird onto his hand. They were both silent, growing content with their current actions and habitat.
• • •
Meanwhile, Roman and Patton were off discovering the children’s playgrounds of the campsite. Roman found himself going between sliding down a slide and spinning on a... Spinny thing, while Patton was going between swinging on the swings and sliding down a pole. The pair ignored any weird looks they got from kids, along with other adults that happened to be around. They were just having fun, and they knew that.
Roman let out a loud laugh as he slid down the slide for the umpteenth time, looking to Patton with a grin. “We should go to parks more oFten, Padré! It’s so much fUN!”
Patton responded with a big smile as he swung as high as he could on the swing, a loud laugh escaping him. “I know!! Good golly miss molly, we really do.” He grinned, slowing down the swing a bit before hopping off with a laugh. “I wonder if there are any more parks down here??”
Roman let out a gasp, now on a spinning pole. “Patton, you’re a genius!” He hopped off of his pole, stumbling over to Patton due to being dizzy from the spinning. The moral side tilted his head, smiling at the prince. “We should look around more! I’m not sure how long we’ve been at the park, actually.” He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck, then clapped his hands together. “Well, that’s okay! We can change that!” He smiled at the eager nod in agreement he received from Roman.
And then they were off. On an adventure to find another park. Wandering through the campground, skipping and admiring animals and flowers, singing random songs, all in all, just bois bein bois.
Soon, they stumbled upon another park, eyes widening at just how much bigger this one was. The last one had a small playground and some swings, but this one had two climbing areas with slides, one of those circular shaped things where you could hop on and spin it, and last but not least, a swingset for both babies/toddlers and anyone older than that. It made the last playground pale in comparison.
Patton and Roman were of course quick to get to work testing all the playground equipment, the two coming up with a number system to rate the ‘fun-ness’ level of each one. Because why the heck not?
Patton even discovered a cool looking bug, and Roman snapped a picture of it on his phone so they could ask Logan about it later. Patton found the bug kinda creepy, but Roman held it no problem, only letting out a high pitched scream when it flew away. Because let’s be honest, bugs can look kinda scary when they fly away, unless it’s a butterfly.
All in all, they were enjoying themselves, happily playing and discovering and laughing like a group of kids.
• • •
Then you got Virgil and Remus.
The pair had decided to go searching around for anything to do really, Virgil trying to keep Remus’ head out of subjects such as what he could possibly throw in the fire, or how easy it was to set everything aflame. He claimed it was for scientific reasons, but Virgil knew this wasn’t Logan he was with.
So he simply gave Remus a small jar with some dirt, telling him he could get some worms because a few of the sides had mentioned wanting to go fishing at some point. More specifically, Janus. Logan said he might join in, and Roman had said he wanted to watch to see what they would catch. (Janus did not look amused, knowing Roman would probably scare all the fish away.)
Virgil kept a close eye on Remus, wandering around himself. He couldn’t figure out for the life of him what to do, so he just went and bought some firewood. By the time he emerged from the store, Remus was there, jumping up and down and yelling about how he caught a twisty pink earth noodle.
After a bit of chatter, Virgil and Remus wandered back to the campsite, where Virgil tried to get a fire going. However, his fear got the best of him and he chickened out. (But luckily, Janus came back to get something and gladly lit the fire for him, before leaving.)
So now they were simply sat around the fire, roasting hot dogs for dinner. Well... Virgil was. Remus was just throwing them in the fire. After about three hot dogs being thrown in (Virgil telling him “stop it.” every single time-) Virgil looked up with a sigh. “Remus!” He hissed. “Quit throwin’ hot dogs in the fire! They weren’t very cheap and we’re gonna run out!”
Remus just let out a laugh, smirking at Virgil with a raised eyebrow. “Well, I guess if we run out, I’ll just have to use yours then~” He laughed at Virgil’s reaction, aka an obnoxious groan and facepalm. “Oh my g o d, shut up...” Remus just grinned at him. “M a k e m e.”
Virgil stared at him for a few seconds, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He shook his head and looked down at his own cooking hot dog, twisting it in circles slowly. “You’re paying for the next batch if we run out.”
Slowly, the rest of the sides began to make their way back to camp, just in time for the sunset. Remus did in fact have to go buy more hot dogs, and soon the sun was setting, and they were all roasting and or eating hot dogs around the fire, laughing and talking.
Eventually the conversation got to sleeping arrangements. They brought three tents, so that meant two people per tent. After some decision making, they chose the same groups they went off in today. Logan and Janus, Roman and Patton, and Remus and Virgil.
They roasted marshmallows around the fire, most of the sides roasting golden marshmallows, unlike Remus, who completely burnt his marshmallow and ate the s’more in one bite.
After dinner and s’mores, the sun had completely set, and they chose to go on a walk down to the dock that was by the lake. At first, Logan hadn’t wanted to go, but soon after, he was proven very wrong, and he knew damn well he was extremely glad that he was dragged on the walk.
The reason? Upon arriving at the dock, Logan took one look up and any negative thoughts, emotions, and words all just faded away.
Stars.
Hundreds of beautiful stars freckled across the night sky, the light of the moon reflecting in the ocean. He swore he could almost see galaxies among the bright lights, his eyes widening as a shooting star bolted across the sky.
It was truly beautiful.
Logan could sit out all night and admire every star individually, and he knew even then he wouldn’t be able to take in the full beauty of all the stars visible to him, even by morning.
Sitting down at the end of the dock, Logan let his eyes flicker among the stars. He tried to take in the beauty. Take in the light. Truly enjoy the stars. And he was. Well, until...
”Hey- guys?”
Everyone perked their heads up to look at Virgil, who had spoken. He had his eyebrows furrowed and he was looking around. “I... Don’t mean to be a party pooper, but... Could we go back-? It’s... Kinda spooky out here.”
Roman let out a loud groan, making a dramatic noise. “Come o n ! We ju st got here! Look at the stars!” He threw his arms out, flopping down next to Logan. “Look at the beauty our universe holds! Look at mE, for crying out loud!” He pointed at himself, making Logan facepalm.
Virgil sighed. “...Okay. I can just go back myself, then.” He mumbled, crossing his arms and turning to leave, only for Patton to stop him. “Ah, ah ah! You aren’t leaving on your own, us 6 have to stick together! So we’re all going back right now!” He said, making Roman huff. “But- but Patton! We’re adults!! We can stay out here alone!”
“Yes, and I’m well aware of that. But I don’t want you guys to stay out here alone! Something could happen!” He said, making the other groan. “Come on, we’re going.” He began to walk back with Virgil.
Logan had a visible frown on his face as he got up, making Roman tilt his head and go over to him, letting Jan and Remus walk ahead of them. “You good, nerd?”
Logan sighed. “Satisfactory, yes.” He said as they began to slowly walk. Roman frowned. “You’re a bad liar. You can talk to me, y’know?” He said quietly, starting to look around.
Logan was silent, and Roman didn’t push it. He didn’t want to make Logan mad at him, so he simply left it. Until Logan did speak. “...I am simply... Unhappy about leaving the dock. The stars were quite remarkable to look at, and... I’m unsure if they’ll resemble this exact, beautiful state again.” He said quietly, frowning and letting his head bow, quietly watching his feet move forward and drag back with every step he took.
Roman frowned a little, letting out a sigh. “...I see. I’m sorry, Logan.” He said quietly, pushing his hands into his pockets. “That’s quite an understandable reason to be upset, if it makes you feel any better.” He pointed out, making Logan sigh and nod. “Thank you, Roman.” He cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. “...Well, we are almost back at camp. I suggest we put out the fire and make use of our tents for the night.” He said, receiving a nod in response from Roman.
After arriving back to camp and talking a little more, they did just that. They put out the campfire, confirmed sleeping arrangements a final time, got ready for bed, then ducked into their tents. Everyone fell asleep quite quickly, except for Remus, who kept getting mumbles from an annoyed Virgil saying, “Go to hell to sleep.”
Oh, and Logan. He was laid out in his tent, his glasses next to his sleeping bag as he lay curled up, shivering from the cold and sighing. He could hear Janus’ soft breathing from the sleeping bag next to his, and part of him wanted to wake him up so the nerd wouldn’t be confined to his lonesome, but he wasn’t going to take sleep from Janus for his own comfort.
He eventually did lure off to sleep, soft snores escaping him as he lay curled up in the beanbag, his mind slipping into a dreamless, yet relaxing state.
It was a long night, yet peaceful.
• • •
”Logan- Logan! C’mon, wake up-!”
”Mmh...?”
Logan stirred in his sleeping bag, eyes slowly opening as his head turned to face wherever the whisper-shouting voice was coming from. His eyes fluttered open, and he let out a small gasp as Roman was suddenly there. The prince pressed his fingers to his lips and shushed Logan, whispering to him. “Shh... C’mon.” He carefully left the tent, and Logan was just confused at this point.
He glanced around tiredly, grabbing his glasses and putting them on after rubbing his eyes, turning to look at Janus’ sleeping bag. He was still there. Still fast asleep, unphased by Roman’s sudden appearance.
Logan opened his mouth and then closed it, letting out a sigh. He carefully crawled out of the tent, frowning confusedly when he noticed it was still dark. ...What was Roman planning?
Getting up, he quietly zipped up the tent, then made his way over to Roman. “...What are you doing?” He whispered, a confused frown on his face.
Roman just grinned at him, taking his hand. “You’ll see.” He whispered, taking him out of the camp area containing the tents- where everyone was still sleeping, Logan assumed- turned left, and began to walk.
Logan asked questions all the way to their destination, until they eventually began to near it, and it clicked in Logan’s mind.
They were going to the dock.
”Roman, why...” Logan’s face was full of confusion as he turned his head to look at the prince-like side, who just smiled at Logan. “You said you wanted to see the stars for longer, did you not?” His voice came out in a soft, gentle tone as he guided Logan onto the dock, stopping near the endHe smiled at the nerd, carefully going down and laying on the dock, ignoring the wetness of the wood below him. He gazed at the sky for a few moments, then looked to Logan again. “...Well, are you going to watch the stars with me, or not?” He said, to which Logan shook his head as if he was snapping out of something, then carefully nodded, slowly laying down next to Roman.
They were quiet as they silently laid there, gaze flickering among the pretty stars that rested above their heads, just enjoying the stars and each other’s company.
”Mmm... Logan?”
”Yes, Roman?”
”...Do you know a lot about astrology?”
”...I’d say so, yes.”
”Can... Can you teach me a bit?”
”Why... Certainly, Roman.”
And so Logan began to talk quietly, falling into a ramble. About constellations, about the solar system, things like that. Roman stopped watching the stars, turning to gaze at Logan with fond eyes. He could listen to him talk for hours. Although Logan’s voice may have seemed monotone and lacking most emotion, Roman liked it. Adored it, even. He wasn’t sure why, but Logan’s voice was just beautiful to him. God, Logan was just...
Roman wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, but it happened before he could stop it. Next thing he knew, he was moving closer and closer, until eventually...
His head moved up, and his lips were on Logan’s.
Logan was shocked by it at first, his eyes wide. Roman realized what he was doing and pulled away, letting out a gasp. “Oh- jesus, um- I’m sorry, I didn’t m-mean to do that-“ He started to get up. “I-I can just-“
Logan pulled him back down before he could go, pressing their lips together once again. Roman let out a gasp, freezing for a moment before slowly melting into the feeling, closing his eyes and returning the kiss. “...Hm.”
They stayed like that for god knows how long, just smoochin’ under the stars. They both felt calm, and quite good.
Eventually, they pulled away for air, both panting as they stared at each other. Roman was the one to break the silence. “...W-Wow.” Logan blinked, nodding in agreement. “...Y-Yeah. Wow.”
Roman gazed at him for a few more minutes, eyes slightly wide. He eventually took a small breath and let out a little laugh, Logan responding with a flustered smile. The creative side carefully laid down next to Logan, and they stayed quiet. They could talk about the kiss later, but for now they just wanted to enjoy the stars, and enjoy each other.
Eventually, they fell asleep under the night sky with a small smile occasionally coming up on both of their faces, fingers intertwined which eventually led to the two scooting closer to one another.
You can imagine the fun that pursued when Patton woke up and was unable to find Logan or Roman anywhere.
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apologies if this seems rushed ^^;
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Everlark Fic Writers Self Interview - SavvyLark
@everlarkrealornot came up with idea, how unique. Thanks for the nudge to do this @creamytinydays and @butrfac14.
I’ll start where @creamytinydays asked some things already.
How did you start out writing these stories? My writing process starts out as something vivid, a scene, and action and usually a what if question.
I have a pretty active imagination so if grows and builds and if I can’t shake it, it becomes a story. A lot of it is curiosity, how would this play out? And if it bugs me enough, I start putting pen to paper. I have a favorite pen, and I always use a blank page to just jot out a few scenes, from there a story developed, a back story to answer the questions of how they ended up in this predicament, and i usually have a few plot points I need to hit from there and it takes off into an outline. when I’m this zone I have to follow the story’s vague trajectory until the end. I need the end insight. If I get interrupted all is lost...kidding, but its really hard to make the story what I had in mind if I can’t fully outline it while its first hot.
Do you use a beta? how did that go? Listen, having a Beta has changed my life, when it comes to writing. I actually get emotional when I get a get my work back from a beta critique, like, this isn’t a steaming pile of crap, they see the potential, polish it up and truly enjoyable to read. they see the goodness in it and help refine it. Having that kind of support might be what gave me the courage to finished anything and show what I’ve worked so hard on! I really enjoy writing, but writing well enough to show someone? I don’t know that I would have seen the potential with out a beta’s eyes and comments “You could cut this out,” “Maybe out this here?” and when I’m stuck? stalled and don’t know how to fix it? The time someone like @katnissdoesnotfollowback takes out of her day to talk about how my story could go a different direction, or where I hit a dead end? I can’t even describe how grateful I am and how encouraging that is. Trustworthy beta’s are amazing and mine has incredibly keen insights, is a talented writer, an especially good friend.
What’s your favorite story to write? My favorite, that’s a loaded question. Not Your Mama’s Hallmark Christmas was just fluffy goodness. Love in Dark Places was indulgent... I think my favorite is Crush It. A lot of it is an escape into a time and place, summer college fun where anything is possible, even love, Katniss has her eyes on the wrong guy and things get messy. The rabbit trails with that one were a forces and a real problem. You wouldn’t believe how many side drabbles are in existence from that story.
What was the easiest story to write? The easiest story I wrote was Love in Dark Places, its short and I really just wanted to write a fantasy realized from Katniss’s perspective in time for Valentine’s day for the fandom, sexiness with emotion and a backstory. I channeled a few fantasies, a healthy but forbidden love, crush on a friend’s older brother, small age gap, possible soulmates. I used some characterizations from the homecoming King from my high school, a fellow artist who’s still a friend of mine, for Peeta because I think he’d be a fun wild card fantasy. Once I had it all figured out in my mind, it nearly wrote itself, I couldn’t type fast enough. My main goal in the story was sexual tension and build heat... its just porn really.
Were you ever shocked/disappointed by the response a story got? um, Yeah. I was amazed so many people were interested in Crush It. I know @ra3lynn3, @lovely-tothe-bone, and I was so excited by the response Feast Your Eyes received after we had put so much into it. With all the trigger warnings on ‘as not to awaken ghosts’ I wasn’t surprised it didn’t get a very good response, but I felt a little disappointed, because I’m pretty proud of it. It has a lot of head-canons in it, I made a Merchant district 12 Johanna, it’s a scary one that cover a lot of my deepest fears including an authority figure abusing his power and taking advantage of women, revenge is executed. I also explored some of my Choctaw native american roots with a few of the legends and the Sioux Nation that lives in this area and the history with the boiling springs itself.
@b-boop5 asked about Feast Your Eyes. This story started it out as an @everlarkficexchange prompt:
well, I ran out of time... I gatta go, feel free to reply/message me if you want me to expand on anything...I’ll just tag @lovely-tothe-bone ;) Do you want to take this one?
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Oh man, I need to write a smut part for my fanfiction on wattpad because some of my readers asked for it but i'm literally too dumb and new to this to bring something up. Can you give me some tips?
This is the best question I love it!
Okay, I mostly know how to write gay sex, so if it wasn’t what you were looking for, message me.
Make sure you visualize it before you write it. Run it through your head, because when we see things like a movie, it’s easier for our brain to find things that are wrong or maybe a little awkward.
Stick to the things you know and or enjoy. If you don’t like or know nothing about watersports, try not to write things that have to do with it. If it’s really necessary (like prompts in my case) do your research.
Make sure you have basic anatomy knowledge, and that you keep things real. No one can come 9 times in a row, no one can fill an entire box with cum, things like that. Be aware of sizes as well. It’s very uncommon for a small boy like Peter to have a huge cock, and it would be weird for Tony to be skinny.
There are words to describe parts of one’s body that sounder sexier than others. Make sure to use cock instead of dick, things like that. I’ve come to the realization that it puts you in the mood as well.
Don’t be embarrassed. They are bodies just like ours, and the most important thing is that you can stop whenever you want to, but know that you are not inside the situation, your fears, your insecurities are not exposed or vulnerable. Writers and characters are different. You’re in the safety of your home.
Make sure you describe feelings as well. Morality, love, lust, hate even. Make the sex match the story.
You can include fun kinks, or unexpected ones to keep the story interesting. I remember once I wrote a drabble where Tony wanted to make a sandwich out of his own cum, so yeah. Usually there are kinks that fit perfectly with the personalities, like the whole feminization or daddy kink for Peter and normal bdsm with Tony, but that’s up to you.
This is not for writing but... make sure you add the proper tags or warning at the start. We don’t want people getting triggered and you can’t possibly know what triggers people. Be careful.
Set your own boundaries, even if you break them with time, it’s good to have limits and know that you are true to yourself and what you are/are not okay with.
Read other people’s works! You usually get ideas out of reading similar works (don’t copy tho, that’s not cool). You will see how things are written or put, how to characterize them in those situations (specially if you have never written them having sex), and maybe it’ll put you in the mood. It’s always good to familiarize yourself before writing.
That’s all I can offer you right now, I hope I was useful! If you need anything else, I’m just one message away. -M.
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hi this is @runfive!! (from my main blog!) if you're still accepting prompts from the ask meme “Quiet Me” for sam and five or five and simon! (or whichever characters you feel like honestly haha)
Leave a “Quiet Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character trying to calm another down.
This prompt with these characters has such potential but here I am, making it forlorn like I’m not completely predictable.
Edit: Spoilers! So many spoilers for Seasons 2 and 3.
Simon’s high laugh lasts until the fire-door slams shut behind him and then it falls apart into frantic, heaving coughs. There’s a wet rattle in his lungs that he can feel beneath the heave of his rasping that is blood, he thinks, definitely blood.
It could be more, bits of tissue or even bone from his shattered rib. He doesn’t know if that’s possible. Simon isn’t exactly a doctor and he doesn’t know quite where he’s hit, only that it’s hell riding it out and the process hasn’t even really started yet.
Thought is chased away by the coughs shaking his ribcage until he feels like he’s falling apart, fallen, and all that will be left of him will be dust and the puddle of blood he’s making on the floor.
Eventually, the fit passes. Or, rather, it doesn’t so much as pass as Simon’s body runs out of air to cough with. He takes what blessings he can and begins the climb up the fire escape stairwell. The fire-door is thick but not guaranteed to be soundproof. Simon needs to find somewhere out for the way for this next bit.
He leans heavily on the wall to keep upright and the rough concrete scrapes an atlas of grazes into his exposed skin. He leaves a dark trail smeared all the way up to the roof door but the important part is that he makes it there. The bar keeping the building secure may be heavy and his feet leaden, and he’s pretty sure the pain is making him lose time, but he makes it.
Up all six flights and out, out into the air where the cold tricks him into breathing and no one but the birds can hear him.
Before, when he had so much to regrow and they didn’t know if it would work, Amelia had to be there. Now they do know. And this time it’s only a bullet wound.
Simon has come to hate eyes on him at the best of times and Amelia’s jabs are only fun on his good days when he can jab back. Days when he’s got more blood in him and fewer holes. He’s not keen on their new tag along being around for this, either.
Dealing with Runner Five is a whole ordeal in and of itself. The way they watch him, half the time it’s like they’re back at Abel and he’s just cracked a joke terrible enough to make Five cringe and laugh at once- there’s warmth in their eyes like sunlight and a cup of tea after a long run and something that could be affection but after a long rain, after something terrible. The rest of the time Five looks like they’re about to beat his head in with a brick.
So, yeah. An ordeal.
Simon sways for a moment under the soft light of the setting sun before he decides standing takes too much effort. The floor is filthy with rotted leaf litter but it’s better than zombie bits so he takes the easy way down, letting himself fall against the wall beside the doorframe. His back hits with all his weight and the impact triggers another series of wet coughs. Slowly, as controlled as he can manage, Simon sinks down so he’s huddled in the shadowy space behind the open door.
It’s all he can do to lean there, his head knocking against the cinderblock every time blood forces its way upwards.
It’s in all his airways, tasting of iron and sweetness, and though it’s so very hard to think when he can barely stay upright Simon wonders what would happen if he drowned in his own blood, his nose and mouth choked full and no air to flush his lungs. Whether that might be the thing to kill him. You can’t heal a deficit of oxygen to the brain, after all.
It would be a horrible, painful way to die. The idea frightens him, which is why Simon thinks it might be for the best. It would be something like justice, perhaps, to die choking on the fruit of his sins.
He doesn’t stop coughing, though, forcing himself to expel mouthfuls of dark blood every time his lungs revolt so it spills down his chin and stains his shirt an ever deeper crimson. He’ll throw it over on to the next roof when he’s done. No sense in keeping a zombie magnet or looking like he’s stumbled off the set of a shitty B-horror slasher.
Until now most of what Simon has been able to feel has been sharp, blinding pain and the peculiar sensation of drowning while shivering from the wind on his skin. Now he begins to feel the sharp cold in his collapsed lung, in the deepest place the bullet reached. He can feel the icy fire begin to stoke around his ribcage as he begins to mend. A new surge of blood and nausea rises up his windpipe and Simon spasms, exhausted enough that he can barely turn his head to the side. The blood bubbles around his lips and sticks in his throat and suddenly drowning seems less like a hysterical what-if and more like something that is actually happening, right this moment, to Simon.
Chest heaving, he scrabbles weakly at his shirt collar, at his throat. He thinks perhaps if he could claw open his chest and scrape out all the rot inside it would feel no worse. Maybe better. Cleaner than what this is.
The rational part of him knows he’ll survive, he’s survived worse, but the louder, bigger part of him that desperately doesn’t want to die is panicking. His eyes snap open, and damn if he doesn’t remember closing them, and there are black spots fizzing and expanding to cover his whole sight like the end is come to swallow him up and he no longer knows whether he can’t breathe because there’s blood filling his windpipe or because all the air has left the sky which is quickly turning to black.
There’s nothing but the fear.
Then, there’s a hand on his shoulder, another drawing his knees up and apart, firm and warm on his icy skin. (Cold, so cold. Even as his insides roil in a fever.)Simon is tipped forward, his head low between his knees. The blood comes easier in this position, he does not have to try, a relief. He does not have the energy to keep trying.
One of the hands settles at the top of his spine, palm flat against his neck and fingers tangled in his hair. The other runs circles across his back, in time with the quiet hums and shushing that wash over him. Simon barely registers that someone must have followed him up here. The nausea and the freezing cold in his lungs and the dizziness just compound the sheer relief of there being someone, anyone at all. Their strength seeping into his exhausted body is salvation as they take the reigns from his hands that are too tired, too bloodied to keep holding on.
The deluge from his lungs does not pass easy.
It passes, still.
The sun is more than halfway gone by the time Simon can suck in enough air to do more than just keep hacking away. The dizziness that turned his limbs to clay abates but he stays where he is, shivering at the exertion and at the patterns Runner Five is tracing across his back.
(Because of course, of course it’s them. When have they ever looked into hell and said not me, not today. Of course.)
They’ve brushed his hair through until it is no longer a knotted mess. Five’s hand still rests there, nails scratching at Simon’s scalp in a way that tingles. Everywhere they’re pressed together sends fine tremors through him- from the hand in his hair to the one on his back to where Five’s bare knee just touches the inside of his thigh where they’re sat between his legs. They’re so warm and present and Simon can’t remember the last time someone willingly touched him. Not to comfort, not to help.
He can’t help it. Simon is a selfish man, he knows this better than anyone. He basks in this feeling, this warmth across his cold and tainted skin.
In some company that doesn’t sneer.
It takes a little while for him to gather the strength to end this, whatever this is. Why ever Five helped, why ever they had come. Simon looks up just as Runner Five presses their hand against the weeping hole in his chest.
His breath catches on the feeling of it which should be so much worse than it is. There’s the sharp freeze of the abomination in his blood, chasing out the natural death, almost at skin level now and then there’s Five’s hand. So warm in contrast it’s scalding. The clash is pain and rapture and Simon can’t help but wonder whether this is a symptom of his condition or of being him.
Five withdraws their hand and Simon almost chases the contact without thought, fatigue making him weak enough to want it and saving him by taking away his ability to move on the urge. He’s so wrecked right now Five could do just about anything and he’d be helpless. They could take his head. He almost wishes they would.
It takes Simon a moment to notice what exactly Five is holding, their hand held up to his eyeline and stained with his blood. Crimson pools in their palm and trails down the bones of their wrist, wrapping around their forearm like manacles which is distracting in sick sort of way.
Dented and tarnished, it’s the bullet from Simon’s right lung.
It’s wrong, so wrong that it’s there. That it’s in Runner Five’s hand, that it was ever in him. That it ever came out.
The urge to say something builds like the tide under Simon’s ribcage. To say what he doesn’t know- to damn Five, himself, everything. To thank them, to tell them to fuck off. It rises and bubbles with the need to ask them to stay, to hold onto him and not let the hellfire burn away any more of what is left of him.
The need rises to the back of Simon’s throat so thick he can’t draw air so he opens his mouth to speak and vomits thick arterial blood onto Five’s shoes. The coughing returns as the ice and his body fight the wound and one another, forcing dead matter from his mouth.
This goes on for a time. The sky fades from bloody pink to purple to grey and Runner Five holds him throughout, their hands strong and warm and there.
Eventually Simon dozes off and Runner Five waits with him, at some point moving so their back is to the wall and Simon’s blood seeps into their hoodie. Simon wakes a few times before he gets around to thinking about getting up, about moving. It’s a while later that he actually does.
#starryreys#zrs2 spoilers#zrs3 spoilers#Simon Lauchlan#masochist supreme#zombies run#god I’m sorry this took seven years#im out of the country and have only my phone if that’s any excuse#which is also why it’s unedited holla
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Dancing Anxiety
Here’s a Sander Sides drabble no one asked for but I wrote anyways.
Summary: Virgil tried to calm down and ends up getting into kpop.
Words: 1,953
Ships: Platonic LAMP
Trigger warnings: mentions of anxiety, but not much.
Just wanted to say, you all should listen to some kpop! It’s really cool! If not, no problems. Hope you like it!
Virgil tried everything to calm himself. Fidgets, breathing exercises, counting, massages, literally everything. Well, maybe not everything, but he didn’t know what else to do. They worked somewhat, but they weren’t consistent. The one thing that helped the most was his music. He had his headphones on his ears almost 24/7 which Logan warned him about.
“You could develop hearing loss if you have your headphones on often, especially if what you are listening to is at a high volume.”
Though he was annoyed, Virgil couldn’t help but worry. “How-how else would I listen to music? I use it to calm down.”
“You could listen to it through a speaker.”
“But-but what if someone hears, especially Roman?”
“Virgil, none of us would make fun of your music choices. But if you so wished to keep your music choices to yourself, I know Roman created a dance studio in the imagination. It is soundproof. You can talk to him about it.”
Virgil bit his lip. Asking Roman would mean possible ridicule and the creative side poking fun at him. Logan caught on to this.
“Virgil, Roman has learned his lesson. He understands that though it is ‘all fun and games’ for him, it negatively affects you. He will not poke fun at you.”
Virgil was really considering going to Roman, but big surprise, was really anxious about it. “You-you promise?”
Logan gave a caring smile. “I promise. And on the small chance he does, Patton will give him a stern talking to.”
Virgil chuckled at that. He breathed in and out to calm himself. “Thanks pocket protector.”
“Of course, Virgil.”
On the way to Romans’ room, Virgil’s mind was racing. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. “Just breathe Virgil. Everything will be fine. You will be okay. It’s just asking to use a soundproof room so you can listen to music. Remember: everything will be- “His thoughts ended as he stopped in front of the creative traits door. He held his fist up and breathed, then knocked. Soon the door was practically ripped from its hinges as Roman enthusiastically opened the door. “Jeeze princy. Don’t break the door.”
Roman smiled wide. “Hello Virge! What brings you here to my room?”
“Um, well I listen to music to um, help calm me down. That’s why I always have my headphones on. But Logan told me that can cause hearing loss and suggested listening to my music through a speaker. But I don’t want anyone to hear my music. He told me you made a dance studio that is soundproof. I was wondering if- “
“Oh! You would like to use my studio?” When Virgil nodded, Roman continued. “Of course, you can use it! I’ll show you where it is right now! Follow me.” With that, Roman walked into his room with Virgil tagging along. It took a good two minutes for them to reach their destination.
Virgil tried to make sure he remembered the path there, not wanting to bother Roman in the future.
Roman raised his arms high. “This is it!” he exclaimed. “I’ll let you know when I plan to use it ahead of time so I don’t catch you. I don’t want to raise your anxiety.”
“Thanks, princy.”
“You’re welcome Virge. Oh!” Roman snapped his fingers and a small piece of paper fell in his hand. “Here’s a magic map that takes you wherever you want. Just say out loud where you want to go and it will show you the way.” He passed the map to Virgil.
“So, like a fancy GPS?”
“Yeah, if you wanna take the fun out of it,” Roman responded. “I saw you trying to remember the way here so I thought this would help.”
“Oh, thanks.” Virgil didn’t expect Roman to be so… nice. It was nice. “Getting lost would make my anxiety worse.”
“That’s what I hope the map will avoid. Well, I must be going. I have some ideas to work through. Goodbye my dear friend!” He waved at Virgil.
Virgil waved back. “Bye.” He chuckled and whispered to himself “Dork.” Virgil snapped his fingers and his speaker and phone charger appeared. He plugged his charger into his phone and set up the wireless speaker. He looked through all his stations but found he didn’t want to listen to any of them. He wanted to hear something new, different. He opened the YouTube app and looked on trending. Just the other day Thomas’ most recent video was at #1, but now it changed to a music video. He pressed it and instantly was intrigued. It was kpop (South Korean pop music). It already had millions of views, and he understood why. It was really cool. Not only was the quality of the video amazing, but the song and vocals themselves were off the charts in his mind.
Soon he was hooked. He listened to song after song, creating a new playlist and station solely for kpop. He liked how every song had its own choreography to it. He couldn’t believe it, but he wanted to learn the dances. Him Mr. Lazy, Mr. Eats five granola bars at a time, Mr., well, you get the point. This was perfect. The one soundproof place in the whole mind palace was this dance studio. He couldn’t believe his luck. There was one song that really stuck out to him, one he wanted to learn first. It was the singer Hyuna’s (he-yo-na) song Lip and Hip. It was a bit sexy, like all her songs, but it had such a unique beat.
Virgil watched the dance video for the song on repeat for days. He practiced for hours daily in the studio. When it was occupied, he would practice in his room and even around the others, though he did it discretely.
Virgil had gone to the dance studio to practice yet again. The other three sides sat on the couch. Roman was humming Disney songs and Logan was reading. But Patton was pouting. Fortunately, Roman noticed.
“Padre, you okay?”
“No.”
Logan set his book down. “What is the issue?”
“Virgil seems to be avoiding us.”
“Pat, he always avoids us.”
“I know Ro, but he’s avoiding us more than on average. And he’s not in his room. I checked.”
Logan pondered where their anxious friend could be. “What about the dance studio?”
“Good thinking specs! Let’s go!” Roman bolted up and started walking up to his room. Patton and Logan followed. Once they made it to Roman’s room, they walked through the closet and into imagination.
After Virge stretched, he practiced. And practiced. And practiced. He really didn’t need to practice anymore. He was confident he had the dance down, but he enjoyed it so much. It helped reduce his anxiety ten times better than the fidgets or breathing techniques. Also, it was fun. But he was worried about one thing. This dance required a lot of background dancers. Though imagination heightened your powers, he didn’t know if he could conjure them all up. He breathed in deeply, snapped his fingers and looked around. There were ten backup dancers waiting for the music to start. He smiled to himself. “Um, okay. You all know what you’re doing?” When they all nodded, he continued. “Okay, let’s start.” Virgil and the backup dancers got into position.
Roman was bounding in front of Patton and Logan. They had to practically run to keep up with him.
“Roman! Would you slow down?” Logan yelled.
Roman stopped at the door of the dance studio and froze, making Patton and Logan bump into him.
Logan scoffed. “I didn’t mean come to a complete stop.”
Roman held up a hand to shush the logical side and pointed inside. Virgil was in black tracker pants, black sneakers, and a plain black t-shirt. He looked as if he had been sweating.
“Ro, what’s he doing?” Patton whispered.
“I think he’s dancing.” Roman quickly snapped his fingers. A quick flash of wall came into their view before disappearing. “I just conjured up two invisible walls. When we stand behind them no once can see us. Virge won’t see us but we can see him.”
Patton wasn’t sure if they should be spying, but before he could say anything, Roman quietly pushed the door open and walked inside, causing the other two to follow.
Virgil stretched his neck and shoulders a bit. The music started and his hips suddenly moved. It was almost like instinct. He felt weird dancing to this somewhat sexual song surrounded by a large group of people, but he reminded himself that he only conjured them to dance with him. He could make them go away any time he wanted. Next, he was walking across the floor, the dancers coming in and out right on cue. The chorus came up and he was lost in his own world. The constant up and down was hard and tiring, but it was worth it. He was calm and happy, more than he had felt in years.
The other three sides watched in shock. They didn’t know Virgil could dance, let alone dance well. And he was dancing to such a sexy song? They never thought they would see the day. They could tell he was giving it all his might. Roman stood there with his mouth agape, Patton smiled proudly at his dark strange son, and Logan observed the complicated choreography.
Virgil’s favorite part was the bridge. He loved how it slowed down for a bit before going back hard. Most his anxiety had disappeared at this point and he felt pure confidence. When the song finished, he snapped his fingers making the dancers disappear. He stood still trying to catch his breath, but he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.
Roman snapped his fingers making the walls disappear and walked forward. “Oh my gosh! Virge! That was amazing!”
Virgil’s head snapped up at the booming voice. He saw Roman walking forward with Logan and Patton behind him. “You-you all saw the dance?”
“Yup! You’re a really good dancer kiddo.”
“Indeed. Your skills exceed our own.”
Virgil blushed. “Oh. Thanks guys. It helps me calm down.”
Roman gave a large smile. “That’s great! We have to dance together sometime.”
Virgil chuckled. “Sure, prince underarm stink.”
Roman sniffed the air. “You’re the one with underarm stink.”
Virgil pinned his arms to his sides. “Hey! Dancing works up a sweat.”
“Boys, be nice to each other,” Patton warned.
“Sorry,” they said in unison.
“Virgil, do you know any other dances to southern Korean pop music?” Logan asked intrigued.
“No. This is the only one I know so far. I only recently got into kpop.”
“Well, we need to do the next one together.” Roman was insistent on dancing with Virgil.
“Yeah. It looks like so much fun!” Patton exclaimed.
“It would be interesting to learn choreography to songs from a foreign country.”
Virgil’s eyes went wide. “You all want to dance with me?”
Roman and Logan nodded while Patton yelled. “Yeah! That is if you’re okay with that.”
Virgil smiled. “Yeah. That would be fun.”
“That sounds super! Let’s start now!”
Virgil put his hand up to stop the creative side. “Woah there princy. I think I’m done for today. I’ve been here for two hours now. I’m beat.”
“Aww.” Roman pouted.
Virgil rolled his eyes. “I’ll take a shower and then we can choose the next song together.”
“Ooh! That sounds fun!”
Virgil chuckled. “Good.” He grabbed his things and followed his three friends out smiling. “That was nice. I can’t wait to dance more.” With that, he flicked off the light, closed the door behind him, and made his way out of imagination.
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Hello :) My name is Dani and first of all let me tell you that I LOVE your writing. I literally sit and read how you interact with others for HOURS and seeing you and a couple of the people you write with gave me the inspiration to create an indie blog for my bb Reyes. That being said, I've never had an indie rp before but I've figured the basics with the rules, verses, etc. Could you please give me some suggestions on how to approach people or get this thing started? I'd thank you forever
asldkfh that’s so sweet of you omg what the fuck
HELL YEAH OKIE DOKIE first thing first: the best way to learn how to indie rp is just to follow a bunch of people and sort of pick and choose the different techniques you like to resemble. that what i did. i came from a long experience of closed group rping with no formatting, and just sort of floated with the indie trends that came and out, and kept the ones i like. i’m gonna tell you how I consider indie rping, which isn’t law or bible or anything, but this is what i look for when i’m looking to follow people!
first, the technical shit
RULES. i’m gonna go over things you say you already know, because there are some. hidden things that people sort of silently expect. in your rules, you must have your name/alias, your pronouns, your age (the terms ‘minor’ or ‘18+’ are sufficient, you don’t need to give your exact age but you NEED to tell people if you’re a minor or not), and your triggers (again, no detail necessary, just tell us what we should tag for you). these are the necessities and the rest is up to you. make your rules clear and concise, and on the short side. it helps to bold important things so people can skim and find them easily. personally, i like seeing people’s shipping policies. bc i’m a shipping slut. are you single ship? multiship? do you prefer not to ship? are you exclusive?
SELECTIVITY. on that note. let people know about your selectivity. do you want to play with anyone who follows you? do you only want to play with mutual followers (people you follow who follow you back)? i, as well as (almost) everyone i follow, are mutuals only. don’t feel guilty if you want to follow this route, and don’t let people talk you into playing with people you don’t want to play with. this blog is yours and your time is yours. spend it how you choose.
EXCLUSIVITY. along the same vein, let people know about your policy on exclusivity – which basically means that there are certain blogs of characters and theirs is the only blog of that character with whom you will play. this is entirely up to you. personally, i don’t do it and i never will. but be sure to let people know if you do! make sure to be honest. make sure you’re comfortable with your rules.
then, the aesthetic shit
REPRESENTATION. the first glance. the first eye contact. generally, this is the mobile preview. have a cool looking mobile banner! it attracts the eye! you don’t need to be a photoshop god for this, either. minimalism is in. a dark screenshot of your character that blends in with the color of your mobile background is hella neat. make sure the color is eye-friendly. black, white, cream, soft tones. if a mobile preview is lime green or shocking blue, i won’t give it a second look. My Eyes, They Bleed. then make sure you have SOMEWHERE on your mobile preview the bare minimum of your blog’s explanation. it doesn’t need to be long. in fact, i tend to like short ones. minimalism, man. for example, mine: ‘multimuse rp blog: dragon age and mass effect canon and ocs’. i’m saying what this blog is: an rp blog. i’m saying what KIND of rp blog: a multimuse. what fandoms i cater to: dragon age and mass effect. what characters you expect to find here: canon and ocs. sometimes people will put their name, too. (also, warn people if you have an autoplay. just write ‘ap’ or ‘autoplay’. people know.)
REPRESENTATION PART 2. piggybacking on all that: promos. gotta have a promo. this is how people find you, and how you can spread the word about your cool new blog. (tag it with the audiences you want to attract. such as: mass effect rp, mass effect roleplay, bioware rp, bioware roleplay, star wars rp, etc etc. the mass effect fandom isn’t all that huge. consider expanding with crossovers to other space fandoms, such as star wars and star trek. we’re buddies.) it can be as simple as the icon promo trend, where you have a horizontal line of icons of your character followed by ‘like/reblog if you’re interested in playing with (character name)! written by (your name).’ it can be that chill. sometimes it can be dramatic. just make sure it’s tasteful. try to avoid gaudy. ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS (this is my pet peeve) INCLUDE YOUR CHARACTER’S NAME AND THE FANDOM NAME. i die inside every time i have no idea who this promo is for.
THEME. the second glance. your blog’s handshake. first – and sometimes last – impression. same rules as the preview and the promo, make it tasteful or make it minimalist. make it easy to follow. if you’re not confident in your aesthetic or ps skills, the white blogs with a simple pic of your character in the sidebar is in right now. leave it open to interpretation. theme-hunter is where i get all my themes, for the most part. if you want some cool theme suggestions, let me know! you may end up interested in html through theme aesthetic and wANTING IT TO BE PERFECT. like me. hehe. anywho – you’ll see a lot of Hyper Aesthetic Themes. try not to get worried about them. the most important thing is that your links to your rules, verses, dossier (if you have one), and ask are clear. the writing is easy to read.
also, the replying shit
FORMATTING. okay so formatting is a Minefield right now. personally, i really enjoy formatting! my formatting trick is: twenty spaces before each paragraph to simulate tabs, bolding quotation marks and putting a space between the marks and the dialogue, ( doing this to parentheses and quite frankly using Way too many parentheses ), BOLDING AND CAPSING emotive words or phrases, italicizing things for emphasis, using small font (and sometimes tiny font). but DON’T overdo it. still, the point is legibility. it’s your choice to use formatting at all. i like it a lot, it helps me Feel the writing and reply. it’s also your choice to use small or tiny font, but… i’ma be honest. i really really do prefer when people use small or tiny font. people are pushing back against tiny font bc it can be really hard to read, so i tend to just use small font (unless my partner uses tiny font). to small font (on pc): select all the text, ctrl shift minus sign. to use tiny font: use small font, then ctrl comma.
ICONNING. again, another minefield. as we speak, rp icons are getting smaller and smaller. my icons at 80x80 with a 2px border, and i often times use a psd. if you get your icons from somewhere, credit that place. i frequently make my own, but not always. as a personal favor, don’t go smaller than 75px… the icons… they’re shrinking…
SPEED. go at your own speed! i cannot stress the importance of this. i’m currently suffering from depression and some Shit, so i may be on the dash a lot, but my reply speed is frequently outstripped by passing snails. don’t write if you’re not feeling it. don’t feel pressured to do it. personally, the majority of the fun of rping is plotting with your partner and obsessing over your character. people love to see people enthusiastic about their kid. that’s why they followed you. bc they love your kid, too. if you have a thread you’re not feeling, be honest! TALK TO YOUR PARTNER.
COMMUNICATION. on that note! get to know your rp partners. love them. cherish them. tell them they’re wonderful. tell them when you’re not feeling a thread. don’t suffer in silence. drop threads. treat yoself. also, follow ALL THE PEOPLE. they may not follow you back. don’t tug at them if they don’t. follow people and make sure you have examples of your writing on your page, even if it’s just a long headcanon or drabble. like a cover letter.
WRITING. third person. i think i can be pretty confident about this: only third person. i use present tense for the most part, but present or past tense. sometimes there are oneliners (replies that are usually just dialogue, maybe with a lil but of narrative for actions, usually spur of the moment and dropped after the moment is gone). there are short paras (generally 1-3 paragraphs of varying sizes). there are long paras (4-6 paras, usually for plotting). there are Novella (6+ for the Intense Future Tolkiens i can’t do this i’m a dr seuss).
TAGGING. can be pretty simple. as a multi, i have too many characters to have thorough tagging systems. a lot of people have different tags for like. aesthetic, musing, visage, headcanons, etc. mine is simple. each character has an in character thread tag: * ｡✧ ━ ⦅ character: scott. ⦆. also, a musing tag: * ｡✧ ━ ⦅ musing: scott. ⦆. a headcanon tag: * ｡✧ ━ ⦅ headcanon: scott. ⦆. sometimes a ship tag: * ｡✧ ━ ⦅ scott & liam: just frame the halves and call them brothers. ⦆. and you MUST have an out of character tag, where it’s just you talking, and you must tag every post of just you talking with it: * ｡✧ ━ ⦅ out of character. ⦆. it must be clear. you can make them fancy and pretty like this. i like them. it’s not necessary. also: tag any triggers. important. search your partners’ rules for their triggers. if someone asks you to tag a trigger, do it without a second thought.
lastly, the important shit
HAVE FUN! we’re all here for the same reason. we love mass effect. WE LOVE SPACE. there will always be aggression and elitism and hurt feelings in the indie rp community. always. try not to let it bring you down. play nice. kindergarten rules. enjoy!
let me know if you have more questions/want more detail!
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ok sorry for droppin rambly shit in the yooran tag again but! ok. headcanon:
while happy supportive yooran where they’re instantly bffs is so Good and Pure, i feel like another possible way they could start out is.... they Dont like each other at all. they’re almost enemies. they have beef.
putting this under a readmore because its Long sorry. also a link to the beginnings of a fic for this.
(i feel i should mention that i wanted to include the inevitable Rika Conversation™ where saeran is having a relapse/regression moment and slipping into ‘Unknown’ territory bbbbut that seems a bit too heavy and doesn’t really fit in anywhere here. that could be a separate post or ficlet idk)
OK SO. How does this dumb thing start?? let’s set this scene
so... while it’s unlikely that saeyoung would let saeran interact all that much with the rfa until he feels he’s ready (maybe around time of the little rfa get-together in secret ending 2) i’m imagining a scenario where... yoosung is briefly at the bunker.
i wrote this interaction in a lil’ drabble bbbut idk if i’ll write everything as an actual fanfic.
it’s HERE if you want to read it tho!!!!
ok. after this exchange yoosung is just suuuuuper taken aback. he tells himself to brush this off because, again, saeran has been through some shit. he’s probably just not used to people yet. deep down though, he feels kind of hurt and offended.
saeyoung probably just. interrupts to diffuse the situation or smth and tell yoosung that maybe he should leave. apologizes for his brother’s behavior blah blah blah “he just needs time to adjust to everything.”
but. it keeps happening. and the weird tension from their first meeting kind of just.. carries over into their next interaction. and the next. and the one after that
it’s at a point where saeran is less aggressive, less abrasive... he’s just very shy and withdrawn like we see in secret ending 2. he talks in the messenger sometimes, but not often... but when he comes to the chatroom and yoosung is online, he logs out. at rfa meetings / get-togethers, he avoids yoosung
because yoosung is exhausting to be around and he Cant deal with it...(saeyoung is too but he has to deal with that 24/7 anyways)
gradually, saeran opens up to the rfa a little more. he talks a bit more in the chat. sometimes tries making a few jokes. he comes to most if not all the rfa events with his brother. and obviously he’s way more comfortable around his brother and mc, but also he’s on decent terms with the other members.
except. for. yoosung!
now he’s not actively avoiding yoosung, but not making any attempt to talk to him either. if they have to talk at all, interactions are very brief and stiff and uncomfortable. they tolerate each other, but barely.
eventually saeran starts making little comments now and then? like. they’re probably stuck together working on an rfa thing, or yoosung is over hanging out with saeyoung and saeran passes by to the kitchen or to say smth to saeyoung IDK. they have moments where they’re forced to spend time together, and it’s just very very tense.
and at this point Yoosung is Annoyed!!! because saeran is so rude and won’t even try to be friends with him. what an asshole. god.
he gets even angrier when saeran starts making little quips at him. little tiny comments every now and then and they’re not always outright rude or mean but.... his tone is very Deadpan and kind of sarcastic... sometimes he will be rude and mumble a complaint abt yoosung to himself or mock him under his breath, which yoosung hears and gets mad and huffy about
the Last Fucking Straw is at an rfa event of some kind. maybe a party?? yeah.
yoosung walks in, ready to have a fun time with his rfa family. he is So prepared for the party and in a great mood. he’s greeting them, everyone is showing up and greeting each other. and then he turns his head
and sees saeran standing there, blank faced. and before yoosung can force himself to be polite and say hello, saeran just says, deadpan
“your roots are showing”
YOOSUNG IS DONE!! He’s so pissed off!!!!! he fucking knows his roots are showing! he’s been so busy with school that he hasn’t had a chance to touch up his hair in a while. he can’t even bring himself to ignore the comment and try to be nice, he is d-o-n-e.
his face gets so red, and his fists ball up, and his shoulders tense and he explodes
“Saeran, what the HELL did I ever do to you??? Why are you like this? I’ve been nothing but nice since we met, but you’re always so damn rude!! What’s with you? Why can’t we just get along and be friends?”
he’s embarrassed at himself but more pissed off that saeran isn’t saying anything. his expressed has barely changed, but he’s blinking at him and looking maybe just a little confused, tilting his head a bit
nd he’s like.
“we are friends”
yoosung is. So confused. SO FUCKING Confused.
“what? but you hate me!”
“um. no.”
“but you’re always mumbling under your breath that i’m annoying! you say rude things and mock me!”
saeran just. shrugs. avoids eye contact and shove his hands in his pockets. he says “you are annoying” like it’s a fact and kinda. walks away to go do other things
yoosung is left there confused and frustrated but not as mad as he thinks he should be
OK and like? insight into saeran’s side..... saeran’s annoyance w/ yoosung just gradually fades away as he gets better and opens up to people, but he feels weird at first doing a complete 180 and treating yoosung super friendly. part of him also isn’t ready for yoosung’s dramatically cheerful “gosh i KNEW we could be friends” and big hugs and all that
also because.......... he likes seeing yoosung huffy and frustrated. it’s really funny to him. he likes it? a lot more than he probably should to be honest. and at this point he just automatically considers them friends. at least in his mind? idk. his thought process is like “i don’t totally hate them and i think they’re okay to be around so... friend.”
as for the roots comment he made?? it goes a bit deeper than all this fluffy silly stuff. like... for saeran, it’s really easy to trigger flashbacks or panic attacks for him? so many little things remind him of his mom or mint eye, rika, etc. it’s hard... i feel like there’s some vague discomfort he feels around yoosung when he’s reminded about how strongly yoosung cares/cared for rika.
and it’s easy enough to keep it under control because yoosung doesn’t talk about her that much anymore, bbbbbut like. sometimes... saeran remembers someone mentioning that yoosung dyed his hair to be closer to rika. they don’t really look alike (bc she was adopted if i remember correctly?) but the blond hair and the significance behind it can get to him sometimes.
so when yoosungs natural roots start showing he is... really relieved? really happy too tbh. bc he kind of maybe sort of genuinely likes hangin around w yoosung! and now he can see that little sign that he really is his own person, not just some kid who idolizes (idolized?) the person who abused him. ye.
anyways from here on saeyoung probably teases yoosung when yoosung asks him what the Fuck is going on w his brother. he’s like
“lol how did you not notice that he likes being around you? it’s so obvious. he wouldn’t do things like stay in the room while we’re playing games to stare at the back of your head for 3 more seconds if he didn’t like you!! come on, dude.”
(yoosung didnt notice that tho whoops)
and “the teasing or whatever? pissing you off? holy shit dude that makes it even MORE obvious that he’s chill with you”
yoosung stays confused until he decides to talk to saeran about it and they start like. actually having proper conversations. and hanging out. and they both feel pretty awkward at first but their relationship gradually develops until they’re really good friends.
and then eventually, really good boyfriends. whooops.
that’s it’s own post altogether tho so i’ll leave it at that
if ur reading this, thank u for bearing with me thru my rambling. god.
#under a cut but SO FUCKING LOOONG#im? so sorry. holy shit.#yooran#. gh0st blabs#mysme spoilers ?? thats a given
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Opinion of RPF
tw// mentions of depression and anxiety
howdy doo everyone~
I’ve been writing and rewriting this letter for the past few days. There are many thoughts that I wanted to include, but I’m constantly worried about the longevity and potential curtness of some topics. I’m also worried that my opinions are going to backlash on me, but I came to the conclusion that in order for me to be a better person and a better writer, I need to accept criticism. I just ask that if you do send me criticism or questions, please be patient and understanding with the response time. I try to handle things sensitively which means I put a lot of thought into my answer and writing. I also admit that I get rattled easily and I want to give you answers when my head is clearer.
This has been something that’s been on my mind for many years actually. It’s caused me to stop reading and writing many times. At this point, it’s becoming a vicious cycle and I don’t know whether I want to continue it anymore or just give it up and find something else to do. If you’re reading this, I hope you can at least gain insight and understanding because some other authors may have felt this way and if you have the time, I’d appreciate some feedback. I know this document is long, so I’m really thankful if you can bear through it.
I have been reading and writing fanfiction for about 11 years. I have been writing for k-pop on and off for 7 years now. Although writing has been a great hobby and outlet and the k-pop writing community has proven to be a safe space for me, I still tend to have internal conflicts about the ethics of Real Person Fanfiction (RPF). I have a very long explanation of my philosophy of writing, which I encourage you to read if you read many of my fics, but to break it down, I acknowledge that there’s a lot of responsibility when writing for the k-pop fandom.
I know these are real-life people and it’s possible that readers might get the wrong idea when reading my fics. I want you to know that when I write my fics, I’m not exactly thinking of that specific person. This sounds kinda horrible because it’s blunt, but when it all boils down, I’m basically just using them as a face claim. It’s easier for me, especially since I write a lot of shorter fics and drabbles, because I don’t have to spend a whole page describing a character, like how authors of books normally do. A lot of what I write comes from personal experiences so I usually think of a plot and then decide which person fits my character. I admit that I do choose characters based off of the idols’ personalities/personas, but I’m not going to hold it against them in real life. I sometimes adjust my character to the “real” personality of the idol, but not so much. I’m pretty sure a lot of k-pop fanfic writers feel this way (and I can imagine readers feel that way too), which is why I encourage you to read the extension of this memo which digs into specific topics, like writing idolverse/”canon” and smut.
If you are a writer, I hope you have a similar philosophy that respects the people we write about and also reflects on a potential cultural impact you can make. If you are a reader, I hope you take an author’s intentions into account when you are reading. It’s not just writing out a fantasy, but there are thoughts and emotions writers want to express or a lesson to teach. Sometimes people do write just for fun and it’s normally okay, but it varies case by case on whether the intention is appropriate.
Sometimes it is hard to see those intentions, especially when it’s not explicitly written out like this or authors chose to be vague about endings or “what happened last summer” or something like that. Depending on the situation, the uncertainty is a key factor in their style or storytelling, but if you’re uncomfortable about it, you have the right to voice it out. This is why it’s so important to communicate with authors by the means of commenting. Jumping to conclusions is very disrespectful to a writer and that’s not fair for fanfic writers who are doing this for free. Conversations like, “where do you get this idea from?” or “did you mean this when you said that?” clarify the intentions of the author. (If you have a strong opinion or interpretation, you may want to preface in your comment that because you might just come off as rude and taking control over the story.) Many authors might say, “it’s up for any interpretation”, but will give their own insight. In my opinion, if authors don’t give you the time of day or completely shut down your opinions, I understand if you start forming your own opinions. (I don’t believe social media slander is the way to go but maybe appropriate if they ignore the problem.) Depending on the writer, they are busy, so please be considerate of their own personal schedules. Don’t demand a quick response time or a public apology. Reading and writing are supposed to be cathartic and empathy-inducing and distracting and fun. Your opinions are valid. (I have to add on that if you chose to ignore things like trigger warnings and tags, that is on you.)
You may be wondering, why am I writing this letter? I seem to know my limits. I try not to be a problematic person. It doesn’t seem like my writing is problematic either. I’d like to believe these things, but I recognize that these are all subjective. I am not necessarily going to be completely transparent with you because that’s a whole lot of layers and I don’t want to just force all of that on you, but I will be open with you about things that I’ve already put out.
I’m predicting that the people who are reading this memo have only been reading my recent works/works I’ve posted on AO3. If you don’t know this, I am also on AFF and tumblr. Although a lot of my stuff (especially the one-shots on tumblr) is pretty lighthearted and surficial, I have written about deeper and darker topics: character death and mourning, cheating, panic attacks, and a pole dancer. I have also included themes of drinking, swearing, and implied sex. These range from passive mentions to having the whole story revolve around that topic. I recognize that these can be uncomfortable themes, which is why I try to relay my intentions and sensitivity through Extended Author’s Notes, content warnings per chapter and tags, taking forever to edit, and writing long responses to comments. I choose to write about these topics because I personally get tired of seeing similar fics and, again, I just need an outlet.
Allow me to address a… hyena in the room (yeah, not an elephant). I don’t usually flash this card, nor do I feel 100% comfortable talking about this, but I’m just going to come clean and say that I suffer from depression and anxiety. No, you don’t need to feel sympathetic or look at my writing differently. Please don’t do that. That’s not why I’m telling you this. I mostly want to say that, yes, I have these mental illnesses, but I also acknowledge that it doesn’t excuse any toxic behavior. I have written when my anxiety-induced insomnia gets to me or when I’m having a particularly low week. I try to edit when I’m more stable, but again, that’s pretty subjective. I try so hard to cope properly and I do use other methods besides writing. I talk to my friends to make sure I don’t isolate too much. I’ve ventured into music and dance. Admittedly, things have been harder with this pandemic. I’m not a perfect person and I admit that I slip up every once in a while. You might see it in my writing. Sometimes, I’m rereading a paragraph for the 12th time and I’ll be completely jaded over the intensity of the emotions I wrote 3 months ago because it comes to the point that I’m just looking at words. The words that I wrote at 2AM after a self-loathing day seem completely different two weeks later after a deep talk with my best friend. One day, it’ll hurt me, and the next, it’ll mean nothing. I’m not sure how it’ll affect you. I acknowledge that my readers come from different walks of life and different experiences. I want to respect that. If something bothers you, please do not hesitate to communicate with me.
I know I don’t act like it all the time, especially on Twitter, but I am an adult and I’m trying to handle at least my mental health like an adult. I write about mature topics and as a writer, I recognize that I need to handle the reception maturely as well.
The “best woman of this generation” once said this about her group. “Even if there are good times, there could also be times when you feel disappointed or feel regret or get angry or annoyed… Just do things that you like. Resolve your mood, then come back to Red Velvet… It’s not “always like Red Velvet”. I’d like for your guys to find many, many diverse things to enjoy… I do really want you all to be happy.” I am in no way in the same league as Red Velvet or Ms. Bae Joohyun, but I’d like to keep that humble mentality. You don’t have to support every fic I write. You don’t have to support my entire story. You don’t have to approve of every topic I write about or the messages I relay. (I would like to hear your thoughts, but you are not obligated to do so.) The beauty of these sites is that you can come and go whenever you would like. I get it. Life happens. Things change. Opinions change. You’re valid. If ever you want to come back to my story or maybe finish one that you never continued, you are always welcome to do so.
I, myself, have stopped reading fics, even if they were good. I’m not just talking about ongoing fics that lost its flare. I’m also talking about completed fics or fics that have over 500 Kudos or were Featured on AFF. Sometimes the topics are too deep. Sometimes, I just need to emotionally prepare myself for an update. Sometimes I lose interest. I’m sure the author might feel a little hurt, but that’s just how life is. I don’t spend a lot of my time reading and writing fics. In the end, I’m going to finish the fics that kept me interested.
Alright, if you’ve made it this far, congratulations. Serious conversation is over (for now). Thank you for your tolerance, patience, and understanding. If you are someone that reads my stories, thank you for your support. If you are someone who enjoys my stories, thank you for your love. With the time that I have, I’m working hard to be a better writer, but most importantly, I’m working harder to be a better person. The k-pop community has been a safe place for me and I want to continue letting it be that way.
Stay safe and healthy everyone <3 Until next update
Click here to read my in-depth opinions about writing. (Skip to page 4.)
#just needed to get this off my chest#something happened on twitter#and it made me think about writing for kpop#so yeah#hope this gives you some insight#please expect some more writing soon#thank you
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