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faytelumos · 10 months

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I'm gonna start a collection of character questions that actually help me when trying to flesh out a character. These'll be for characters you already have standing out in the open in your head, but who need more development before they get mixed into the fray.

If you want to use this as a questionnaire, always remember that you don't have to answer every question to get to know your character. Even just one or two answers to yourself can be enough.

Character Development Questions

Basic-ish:

Do they have any distinguishing features? (the way they look, the sound of their voice, the way they smell?)

About how old are they?

What's their gender? Sexuality? Are they open or closeted?

What is their ethnicity/cultural identity?

What was their socioeconomic class as a child? And as an adult?

What's their role in the story?

What is their primary Want? Do they need it?

Family and Relationships:

What was their parent/guardian situation growing up?

If they're an adult, what is their relationship with their parent/guardian now?

Do they have siblings? If they're adults, how close are they now?

Do they have children? How old were they when they had their first? Who helped raise them?

What kind of influence are their friends on them?

How easily do they make friends and why?

What traits do they find attractive in a friend?

How do they treat strangers/acquaintances? People they like? People they don't like? Coworkers?

Personality:

One word to describe their general/default mood.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how introverted are they? Extroverted? Pessimistic? Optimistic?

How would they describe not liking a food out loud?

And in prose?

How would they describe not liking a person, out loud and in prose?

What is their favorite place and why?

What is something that stresses them out?

What is something that relaxes them?

What truly scares them?

What is something that would make them happy/excited?

How do they react to physical pain?

How do they cope? (comedy, ranting, art?)

What embarrasses them?

What are they proud of?

What's their biggest strength? Their biggest weakness? (they can be the same thing)

Additional History:

What are their most prominent memories?

Have they ever lost a pet, family member, or friend? How old were they?

Did they move around as a kid?

Did their parent/guardian/community support their interests as a kid? Were they taught to hold themselves to a particular standard or expectation?

More Detailed Personality:

How do they react when forced to do something they don't want to? Could be forced physically or by circumstance.

If money, time, and consequences were no object, what would their perfect day be?

How much time do they spend on their appearance every day? Do they spend more or less money on their appearance then "average"? (don't look it up; it's a vibe check)

Who would they turn to for help? Is it always the same person? On a danger/severity scale of 1 to 10, at what point do they start asking for help? At what point do they stop asking for help? Is this one section or do they flip multiple times as the severity increases? Does this scale change depending on who's around/available?

Just For Funsies:

If they were in a coffee shop AU, would they be the barista, the customer, or the manager?

Do they know any tricks? (juggling, cartwheels, yoyo, dirt bike?)

If they were here with us, what shows/movies/books/games might they like?

What does the inside of their fridge look like? What about their workspace?

#writing #writeblr #character questions #character questionnaire #character development #🕸️#I might add to this later #I'm so tired of opening a character wuestionnaire and it's like #''wHaT's ThEiR fAvOrItE cOlOr?''#like?!#I don't know and even if I did that's not going to help me figure out how they act when their best friend is being forced #to leave them behind in the woods!#''what city were they born in'' same city as every single other character in this book do not ask me again #''who are their parents'' baby I'm not trying to talk about their parents right now I know what their relationship with their father is #please ask me about THEM #*groan*#there's just a DELUGE of totally inane questions that have absolutely no bearing on my character's personality or thought processes #anyway #sorry #hope this helps others too

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novelconcepts · 15 days

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The more the show progresses, the more I want to see the 90s cast infiltrating the modern timeline. We've gotten hints of it with Shauna and her younger self, her Jackie hauntings. We've gotten a little more with adult Lottie seeing teenage Nat (and Laura Lee), and with Natalie getting teenage Lottie in her final moments. I want more. I want the teen cast to be absolutely invasive on pivotal adult moments, infecting their adult counterparts when least expected. I want Taissa's argument with Van to dissolve into their teenage selves, their bond endless and timeless and inescapable. I want Misty absolutely wrecked by young Natalie lurking around corners, watching from mirrors. I want to see these women unable to navigate adulthood without the specters of their teenage selves cropping up absolutely everywhere, more and more as they let the memories in, as they stop being able to repress the trauma. They didn't grow up. They never could. You are always doomed to regress around your high school teammates. You are haunted by the phantom elements of your misspent youth. It is a comfort, and it is a gift, and it is a trial, and it is a curse. I would love to see that reflected with greater intensity, until the lines blur, until the timelines have no choice but to intersect. They haven't escaped themselves at all. They didn't grow up. They just got older.

#yellowjackets #yj meta #yj theories #i love the moments of younger cast popping up in the modern timeline so fucking much #i am truly obsessed with the idea that they look at one another and they see the girls from the woods #they don't see the adult versions at all. they don't see adults in the mirror either #the older i get the more i feel like i'm 10 or 15 or 20 in a body that keeps outwardly aging #and if that's going to hit anybody it's going to be these people who have never been able to leave the hell of their adolescence behind #give me hewson and savoy brown popping up in the middle of a taivan fight (or makeout. i ain't picky).#give me thatcher continuing to appear to lottie and to misty in moments of duress #give me nelisse staring shauna down as she tries to backpedal into suburbia #haunt! these! women! haunt them GOOD #(also outside of narrative purposes it would be so fun to see the dual roles intersect. actors playing the same character getting #to play together. scenes where they blend. it would be satisfying in so many ways. i yearn.)

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sunmoontruth-stiles · 2 months

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I need a completely rewritten teen wolf series with Derek Hale as the main character. I think it would heal me.

#we follow Derek from New York. Laura left for beacon hills. it’s been six years since he was back but he hasn’t heard from her #and hes going stir crazy waiting. he packs up and travels back. it’s almost too much immediately. he still can’t get a hold of Laura #he can’t resist going home. it’s like a natural pull that guides him back. all at once he’s 16 again. staring at the wreckage of his life #deputy stilinski is sherrif now. it’s reassuring in the slightest that the police force seems to have moved on from how corrupt it was #he catches her scent and it’s putrid. bile catches in his throat. he seeks it out. still in denial to what he knows it means.#when he finds Laura it’s like the world ends all over again. he can’t stand to see her like this. he gives her a proper burial.#the best he can do at least #he visits Peter. he’s not the man Derek remembers- so full of fire and cunning. their relationship may have been strained at times.#often Derek felt more like Eve being swayed by the snake than a normal friendship #but this isn’t the sharp tongued uncle who guided him. this is a broken shell. all that remained of his family. he was so lost.#22 but he barely knew how to function without his family- his pack paving the way #Laura handled everything. she got the apartment. she made sure they had food. Derek looks back and feels so useless #he was so lost in his grief. Laura must of felt the same way but she never let them drown in it #she made sure he got his GED. even got him to enroll in community college classes.#he took them online. he never was able to warm up to people the same way. he used to be so full of life. now he just wanted to be left alone #he studied English. never finished his degree. doesn’t look like he ever will now. he can’t go back to Laura and his shared home.#can’t bare to see another shell of a home #he vents to the vacant audience of Peter and his cold fixed eyes #Derek leaves. he wants to promise he’ll return soon #but promises feel costly these days #he decides to go back to the reserve. maybe he can find some clue as to what happened to Laura #someone lured her here. someone who knew them and their history here #his mind went to the worst. Kate. why would she go through the trouble six years later. why wait so long.#Derek couldn’t stomach the thought of facing her. he focused on the woods. the scents were all over the place.#clearly multiple people had been through here recently. two scents were much stronger. Derek follows them #but when he hears the crunch of leaves he realizes why the scents are so strong. they’re still here #he ducks behind some trees. listening in on their conversation. but an echo of their scent catches his attention #he spots an inhaler on the ground. he puts two and two together and swipes it from the leaves.#he comes out once they’re closer. tossing over the inhaler- he figures they’ll leave. dumb kids messing around in the woods #he reminds them this is private property. though that may not be true anymore. he recognizes the scent of a new beta. interesting.

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frodo-of-the-nine-fingers · 11 months

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#ignore that he's not dead yet in the last one it was the only screenshot i had already looking back at her #tw hanging #tw noose #black sails #eleanor guthrie #charles vane #something something patriarchal societies will always take and never give even if you contort and distort yourself to them or #whoever you think they want you to be it will never be enough and they will consume you and leave nothing left behind #(i say patriarchal here because that is very much the case for eleanor and woodes rogers i think he's very much acting as a surrogate father #figure to her as well as husband/lover/mentor because to him and the empire he serves these are all the same things and are what eleanor has #been looking for and failing to find her whole life until she does and then it first destroys and then kills her)#something something the life cycle of your affections A man you love who speaks the truth shunted aside in favor of the next who will tell #you whatever you want to hear.

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hermitcraftx · 3 months

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Why the FUCK are Southerners under the impression they're even welcomed on the internet ANYMORE????? Sorry but this is genuinely fucking rancid I feel fucking unsafe knowing that my spaces are being invaded by you fucking people. Fucking disgusting that it's 2024 and we can't hold piece of shit racists and Confederate nazis accountable for literal fucking war crimes and slavery anymore.

hey man. whats going on. this is such a weird thing to say to someone else on the internet life would be so beautiful if you stepped outside and talked to a real person for once. btw did you know the south is mostly full of poor people and black people and acting as if being from a place makes a person inherently a bigot is very weird almost as if it's pushing a classist narrative. Thats so wacky lol

#sorry i got this out on discord #but other parts of america love to pin ALLLL of their bigotry and crimes on the south. racism misogyny homophobia etc #so they dont have to reflect on themselves and do introspection as to what theyre doing wrong. bc make no mistake its rampant other places #<- europe does this with america too. lol. lmfao #but other places love to act like they're educating or modernizing or fixing the south when they just. want to turn it into where they #came from. when they move here and buy up all the cheap land and skyrocket prices and chop down huge swathes of forest #to build solar panels for 'eco friendly energy' despite THOUSANDS of acres of wood lost.#and its so weird that a lot of these attitudes about being better than them inherently and being lesser human beings are pushed in every ot #er area of the country. its almost as if its long rooted classism and racism #there are queer people living in the south. trans people. people of color. you cant just tell us all to leave to be redeemed #we deserve to live safe lives AND not have to leave behind everything we've ever known. what if we dont have the money??#but i guess you dont care abt that. lol. Lmfao #jamies bad posts #jamie answers asks #hate anon #jamies serious posts

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shima-draws · 8 months

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Clawing my eyes out student loans are back with a vengeance so now I'm going to be SUPER broke paying off rent, normal bills, medical bills AND student loans. Lying face down in a river is starting to sound very appealing

#AND!! I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING TAKE COMMISSIONS BC I'M PHYSICALLY INCAPABLE OF DOING THEM #BITING MAIMING KILLING #I'd love to take more comms. But I can't even finish the ones I have right now until my back. Stops. HURTING #Slamming my head against the wall #I'm sorry I'm just so frustrated. I hate capitalism. I hate how horrendously expensive medical care is in the US #I hate how money runs the world and I'm a BROKE ASS BITCH #STOMPS MY FEET #That's it. I'm walking into the woods and never coming back. I will become One with the forest #Breaking news tumblr user shima-draws has become a local myth #I will turn into a fae and leave my normal life behind. Sayonara you weeaboo shits #Shima speaks

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putridpride · 5 months

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currently listening to the owls hootin and hollering. wish I was them rn

#watching south park and ripping this dastardly (beautiful) bong #but i hear them bc woods behind my apartment #i love nature. cant wait to move deep into the forest and leave the world behind (:#m.

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sleepvines · 2 months

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when things get green I gotta visit the park or take a bus somewhere I swear...

#looking through old pics #there was so much. life. back home #if I ever make it back to BC with my friends in tow I will be eternally fucking grateful #I'd share some of them but they feel too personal #the pacific northwest is forever part of what I am and will never leave me #and constantly I'm so starved of what I once had #its too dry and asphalt and concrete and city city city all the time #there are nice places like the park. but it's so small and confined #it isn't even a shred like home #just idly venting here which isn't great but agghh I need to make more woods and mountain and water art or I'll be very sick #sleep rambles #context I moved to toronto and it was the right call for my mental health but i had to leave my whole world behind

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puppyeared · 2 years

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Man it would be so freaking cool if it turned out Caleb had some involvement with the portal door

#HEAR ME IUT HEAR ME OUT #think about it. Dana confirmed that Clawthornes specifically have a think for bird themed palismen #and flapjack is more or less confirmed to be Caleb’s palisman since belos yelled his name ANDDD the thing with the wittebros on that we #newspaper from season 2A right. so unless that was a one off the witch hunters would have had to know they had something to do with witches #since Caleb could only really make flapjack if they were in the boiling isles in ANOTHER REALM wouldn’t the witchunters only find out about #it if he came back and they saw it? and palistrom wood only exists on the isles #AND AND AND based on the nycc clip ppl pointed out that flapjack is kind of familiar with the abandoned house #cause he was pecking at the floor and shit and the other palismen were concerned. so if Caleb managed to get back to the human world maybe #he brought flapjack with him and that’s why he recognizes it #also I don’t think Philip was actually the one who built the portal door. maybe he just included it in his journal because he knew luz would #come along and find it by the time he was belos? and his portal is extremely different from the door because it’s like huge with angel wings #and shit while the door is just a normal ass door #also if you think about it the titan had a way of hiding things from him so maybe that would include the ingredients for the portal too #if he could tell belos would use it for something bad like bringing all the witch hunters to the isles to kill them #so then maybe if the titan figured Caleb was a cool guy he let him find the portal ingredients #which let him go between the realms? ALSO iirc eda found the door not too far from her house and it was half buried in dirt #my theory is maybe even though Caleb had the option of going back he wanted to stay with his wife in the isles and hid the door so Philip #wouldn’t find it or something. maybe he got tired of witch hunting like how he looked tired in the nycc clip #and he wanted to leave that behind. poor dude :o(#idk if this will make sense when the episodes come out but I really want that wittebro lore man #the owl house #toh #the owl house season 3 #toh season 3 #toh theory #yapping #the owl house theory #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers

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7-oh-ta1 · 2 years

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Okok I know when Travis grabs Max like a dog and calls him "good boy" it's supposed to be funny bec Max is a werewolf, but I also like to think of it in context of Travis. To Travis, being called a "good boy" is the highest praise his parents have ever awarded their sons. "A good boy takes care of his family", right?

So in the context of the scene, Max was resisting against Travis and asserting that Travis could question him right there in his cell, he was unwilling to leave Laura alone in the cells/be separated from her again for any reason. If Laura doesn’t stop him he keeps resisting! So I think that even though it was mostly a joke about him being a werewolf, I also think Travis was affording Max a compliment for his loyalty to/protectiveness of Laura even though he was in no position to resist.

#lindsay speaks #the quarry #// the quarry spoilers #i seriously think even though he had to remain removed and intimitating Travis heavily respected Laura & Max's relationship #i think they're a parallel to the hackett family. the hacketts are connected by blood but they're broken. the parents are backwards for #lack of a better word & bobby is just a huge man child. loyalty is the most important thing to them WITH CONDITIONS #you are a good boy IF you protect your family (do everything i say & never question me)#whereas with laura & max (on a good relationship route mind you) there aren't any conditions #let's just look through it here. max got them lost? that's okay they'll work together to get to the destination.#max literally crashes the car deep in the woods? to be fair he swerved to make sure he didn't hit the animal/person which was done #with pure intentions. let's do our best to fix the car & make sure no one was hurt.#laura said she called ahead but actually just left a voicemail? that's a really irritating detail to leave out but let's cool down &#figure something out. laura mistakenly tries to save someone & gets max injured & infected? that's okay she meant well!#laura snoops thru max's things? he forgives it within 5 minutes. max didn't tell her abt getting rejected from college?#laura understands that he was embarassed & empathizes with his situation reassuring max that he can rely on her #MAX LITERALLY GETS INFECTED BY A WEREWOLF & THE ONLY WAY TO CURE IT IS TO KILL SOMEONE? Laura loads a gun & gets ready to shoot #no matter what else he thinks of them; there's no way Travis doesn't admire the TRUE loyalty and love between Max & Laura #they ARE each other's family and they take care of each other. especially if Laura directly tells Travis she will NOT leave Max behind #we get a notif that he admires her dedication. i think that goes for a lot of Travis's relationships with both of them.#a good kid protects their family & they do just that. even when they escape Travis doesn't blame them (as long as Laura doesn't SHOOT him)#even if Laura kills Travis to reunite w/ Max in the end; i think Travis on some level would understand. he would do the same thing.

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fideidefenswhore · 2 years

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Many who knew Henry well seem to have responded to him not just with awe, but with affection. Charles Brandon was, in 1509, just an esquire in the old king's funeral procession, but he rose to become duke of Suffolk on the basis of friendship with Henry, and ended as his brother-in-law. Thomas Cranmer, for whom the king caused many difficulties, held his hand as he lay dying, and seems to have mourned him sincerely. More remarkably, his discarded wives could still speak of him with devotion. Katherine of Aragon wrote in her last letter to him, 'Lastly, I make this vow, that mine eyes desire you above all things.' Anne Boleyn, on the scaffold, said to the crowd, 'I pray God save the king and send him long to reign over you, for a gentler nor a more merciful prince was there never, and to me he was ever a good, a gentle, and sovereign lord.' Anne of Cleves, often to be held to be the lucky one who escaped his clutches without harm, remained his friend for the rest of his life. These levels of attachment should warn us not to make easy assumptions.

Tudor England: A History, Lucy Wooding

#lucy wooding #ok so... a lot to unpack here and please no one reblog this to add stuff before reading my tags lol #bcus i don't entirely agree here but i do think she makes some salient points; and im going to get into it #1) so the example of catherine and AB...setting aside the debated veracity of catherine's letter #(and you can set it aside #she could make this argument different primary sources and it would still stand #like when catherine was informed henry married anne she literally refused to believe it. she said in his great wisdom he would #never do such a thing. so there is a degree of hero-worship even years into her exile and repudiation)#you can't really ignore the circumstances #which is that they have survivors they're leaving behind and they knew that and it would ultimately ; inevitably factor into what they #chose to be their last words....#that being said i don't think you can dismiss them as mere sycophancy / appeal to his better nature either #because last words were considered and are still considered; sacrosanct #it's not a time to lie or even equivocate the truth #i always think of starkey's line for anne's: knowing anne one might suspect satire but the moment was too serious for that'#and i would agree with that #i think it was all bound together: 1) an appeal for elizabeth's welfare and 2) a truth in part #or a truth that had been rather* . she does . maybe more significantly than has been recognized. use the past tense here #he must have been that to her for some period of time #when he stopped being so has been debated by historians ever since #he never was; or right after their marriage #or immediately after elizabeth was born. or immediately after her first miscarriage. or second . etc #anyway so tl; dr while i don't think it's quite as simple as what she's outline here and there are facets to all of the above #i do agree with the general thrust of what she's saying here #which is that...you know. henry was admired and loved by some very admirable people #so there must have been things to love about him #much as that is hard to reconcile with what we know about him and what he did.#that has to be acknowledged and given weight if our understanding of this era and court is ever #to be worth half a salt.

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anythingbyadriannelenker · 10 months

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and im being so brave about it and im being so brave about it and im being so brave about it and im being so br

#post about leaving my cats behind for college but they don’t know i’m coming back because they’re just cats and i’m going to miss them so mu #featuring my favorite final girl <3 #elijah posting #elijah wood #my post #you wouldn’t know based on this post that he just stabbed someone’s dick like 12 times and beat them to death with a cylinder of plastic wra

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xnecromantia · 1 year

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“ if i were to kiss someone, it would be you. “ (from Erik? Totally okay if you're not feeling it!)

A Hundred Kissing Prompts II Accepting

"Did you know that today marks another century of us knowing each other?" The Wytch mentioned happily, his arm linked through Erik's own as they walked alongside a riverbed. "We are older than this very river, and yet you look exactly the same as when I first met you." A laugh escaped him as he looked up at the other male; neither a wrinkle or grey hair to evidence the passage of time. His features remained soft and his eyes retained the kindness that instantly soothed a troubled soul. It was no wonder the deceased trusted him. Although his own appearance never changed with age, Mortis' heart had -- sorrow taking hold and revealing itself in the form of tired lines underneath his eyes. It was an impossible change for an immortal - to be affected in such a human way - but the events of Shademarsh had altered him.

Coming back to Erik and the sanctuary he offered had helped to mend the wounds he received from that night, alleviating the darkness and bringing light back to Mortis' soul. Patience and reassurance made it easier for the Wytch to smile each day, to laugh and engage in conversation; a gradual healing process to retrieve who he once was. And he was forever grateful for that.

"I wanted to commemorate our friendship by making you a gift." Since Shademarsh, his desire to create had disappeared -- but now he had somebody to create for. A chance to express his affection in the form of handmade jewellery. His coven often gifted pieces to those they cared about, taking months to make with how intricate they were. No two designs were the same, making them highly unique and custom to the person they were made for. Pausing in their walk, he retrieved a small pouch from the pocket of his hoodie and held it out for Erik to take. Tipped over, a silver ring fell out; a series of overlapping bands that twisted into a beautiful pattern. Between the bands, glass was set and contained a whirlwind of colourful specks. "Wait -- look," he added enthusiastically as he gently tapped the ring, which caused the specks to shimmer and dance. "I infused a bit of magic into it, so it will never dull." He explained, pausing as he allowed the other to try it on.

"I wish I could give you more, but I hope this token shows how much I appreciate you, Erik." Mortis continued, reaching out with both hands to hold one of his. Drawing it towards his own cheek and resting against it, he smiled up at the fairy. It was the same hand where the Wytch had placed a Mark of Friendship on Erik's little finger many centuries ago, mirroring the same place he had his. "Even after our time apart, it was like I never left. You gave me sanctuary without hesitation. I was hurting, but you made everything better. You mean a lot to me, cara--"

'--if I were to kiss someone, it would be you.'

The words were clear as day, spoken inside his mind. It was a moment or so before he comprehended what happened, and when he did, Mortis huffed out an amused laugh. Did he mean to share his thoughts with him? "I heard that." He squeezed Erik's hand lovingly, eyes aglow with gold. All he could do was smile, chest feeling fit to burst. Placing both hands on Erik's shoulders, the Wytch gently pulled him down until they were level. "If I were to let someone kiss me..." he started, before leaning in and pressing their lips together. It was short - sweet - but the message was there. "...it would be you."

#itokunii #v; leave behind your heartache #whispers in the woods ( prompts )#( I love them your honour )#( also Erik stop being so tall )#( gotta invest in a stepladder for Mortis )

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intergalacticaquarium · 2 years

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....should I work on the next max and eddie chapter the insane tutor au or the Cinderella au today....

#eddie munson fanfic #tutor au is a girl hates eddie bc hes so loud and when she finds out hes being held back she demands to tutor him #so she can have a quiet senior year #cinderella au is when eddie sees the most deranged woman hes ever encountered get hit by a car and get up and falls in love with her #leaving behind her plastic alf mask as part of her halloween costume when she just walks into the woods #max and eddie chapter is them finding a trash dump ans microwavibg things they find #and maxs mom being like hey whats the deal here and wayne is like. they are. best frends. idk what 2 tell u but its not a problem #idk the aus ive had p much done for ages they just dont have followups yet but i should just edit them #comment if u have an opinion bc i cant decide lol

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adimilkys · 19 days

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JJK men waking up horny at night

MDNI : 18+, smut, somnophilia, masturbation, p in v, degradation and much more

Contains : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushigiro, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna (I was throwing up while writing his bitch ass 😾 I still love you Sukuna 😔)

small note : remember! Consent is everything, so let’s say the reader and character made an agreement on not minding if they would wake up to head etc. Not proof read

Gojo Satoru

He often got wet dreams, either waking up to morning wood or- waking up in the middle of the night.

And that’s what happened this time, it’s 3 am and Satoru let out a groan as his eyes opened, his whole face was red, it was so goddamn hot in here. He looked over at your peaceful face, wrapped his hands around you and pulled you closer.

He breathed in your smell, leaving kisses all around your neck and shoulders, slightly grinding his hard cock against your ass.

“Fuck… not letting me rest in my sleep either.” A quiet whine left his mouth, one hand going under his shirt that you were wearing, while the other one pulled your panties to the side, you usually only slept in his shirt and your panties, so he had easy access to your body.

“Baby… I need you…” two of his fingers entered you, he started moving them slowly and scissoring them, you let out a soft moan and clenched your thighs together- but still asleep.

He sped up his pace, taking his own cock into his hand and started stroking it. You let out a louder moan, feeling something tighten inside your stomach.

Suddenly your eyes shot open as your hand instantly went to grab his wrist. “T-Toru!” You cried as he added a third finger.

“M’sorry baby… I was so horny…” he was also close, groaning as he was stroking his cock faster.

“C-Can I put it in? Please please I need to feel you…” You nodded, not able to say anything, the only sounds leaving your mouth being moans of his name.

His fingers left your hole, you whined at the lost sensation but it was immediately replaced with his cock, you gasped at the feeling of being so full. He had your back against his chest. His arms were wrapped around your thighs, holding them up so it was easier for him to slide in.

His thrusts were slow and deep, hitting your cervix every time.

“Toru!! Ah- c-close!” You moaned, your nails were digging into his shoulder as he fastened his pace.

“S-shit… me too baby, me too.” One of his hands left your thigh, letting it lay on the bed, it instead went to your clit.

Your eyes rolled back and your back arched as you came, he wasn’t far behind, a few more strokes and he buried himself deep inside and shot his loads of cum.

As he pulled out you both were a panting mess. He moved your panties back, his hands wrapping around your waist and head hid in your shoulder.

“I’ll clean you up in the morning…”

Nanami Kento

It was rare for him to get wet dreams, it basically never happened, until this night.

He was rock hard and itching to touch you but he didn’t want to wake you up. You came back from work really late and exhausted, it was a hard day for you.

He could just jerk off, but he wanted you so bad. He got onto his knees, making you lay on your back as he pushed your legs apart, slowly pulling your panties off, making sure you won’t wake up.

He grabbed his cock in his hand and started stroking it, imagining it was your hand right now. You were so cute asleep, his beautiful wife.

You probably would tease him for days if you found out what he was doing, he just wanted to quickly get off to your body and go back to sleep.

He leaned down, kissing all over your exposed cleavage and neck, leaving small marks with every kiss, you’ll probably wake up and wonder where’d they come from.

He’ll explain himself tomorrow, right now it wasn’t important. What was is that he’s closer and closer, he started moving his hand faster, shooting out ropes all over your stomach that was exposed due to your shirt being ridden up, following with a muffled moan.

When he calmed down, he grabbed a tissue from the shelf and cleaned the cum off you. Putting your panties back down and laying down next to you, cuddling you.

Toji Fushigiro

He dreamt of you pregnant all over again, your round belly, filled with his child. He knows he has a breeding kink, so it’s obvious that he has gotten hard just from thinking about it.

Megumi wouldn’t mind a little brother, or maybe sister. Fuck, he wanted to get you pregnant again. He knows you’re on that shitty pill- he needs to flush them down the fucking toilet.

But right now all he needed was you. He grabbed your sleeping face and slammed his lips on yours, making you gasp, which allowed his tongue to enter.

“Mhmm- too-ji?” You muffled out barely awake, confused why in the middle of the night your man started furiously attacking your mouth.

“Fuck- feel what you did to me doll, got me all hard even in my sleep, yeah?” You let out another gasp, feeling his hard erection press against your clothed pussy.

Not letting you say anything he ripped your panties and immediately positioned his cock against your entrance.

“T-Toji! What if we wake up Megumi-”

“Then you have to quiet down all these pretty sounds, hm?” And just like that he slammed his dick inside of you. You quickly bit down on your hand, muffling your loud cry.

Not letting you adjust, he continued slamming in and out of you at a quick pace. Tears filled your eyes from the pleasure, trying the best to muffle your loud moans. Your other hand scratched at his back.

He grabbed the hand that was covering your mouth and replaced it with his lips, you could’ve sworn you felt his tongue in your throat, it was a messy kiss- tongues and teeth clashing together. Then he moved down to your neck, leaving marks all over it.

“A-Ah! S-Slo’down- T’muchhh!” Instead of actually slowing down, he only went faster if that was even possible at this point.

“I know you can take it, doll. You always do.” With every thrust you were closer, it was also hard to be quiet with this beast of a man slamming into you at an inhuman pace.

“Toji- close so close!”

“Come on, cum f’me” Your head threw back, not able to contain the loud cry that left your mouth, his pussy clamped down so hard on his cock that he came short after you, letting out a load groan as he filled you up.

“One more round?”

“Toji- wait, AH-”

Choso Kamo

You’re his first ever partner, he’s still not used to all those relationships things. So just imagine his confusion when he woke up at 2 am, his dick rock hard and his body hot.

He looked over to you, sleeping so beautifully, you were asleep and didn’t even do anything- what happened??

He couldn’t go back to sleep, he was too horny. You won’t be mad if he wakes you up, right?

He carefully shook you, calling out your name. After a minute you opened your eyes, mumbling out some incorrect words. When you saw it was Choso who was sitting up, looking all worried you immediately raised yourself up on your hands.

“Love…? What’s wrong?” You asked, his face got red immediately, embarrassed to say what happened.

“I- woke up and my dick was hard, I didn’t know what happened so I woke you up.” You stared at him and let out a soft laugh, sitting up next to him.

“Oh baby, you probably just had a wet dream.” He looked at you confused, still not understanding what that meant.

“A wet dream is when you dream about something sexual.” He let out a quiet ohh, you shook your head smiling.

“Want me to help?” He didn’t move for a while before slowly shaking his head, still embarrassed that he had to wake you up for that. You took his dick in your hands, slowly moving them up and down before lowering your head and leaving kisses all over his cock.

His hand buried itself in your hair as he let out a quiet moan, begging you to not tease him. You complied to his request, taking as much of him as you can in your mouth.

He slightly thrust his hips forward, making the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. “M-m’sorry… had too-“ he whined as your plump lips dragged on his dick, your mouth so warm. The rest that you couldn’t fit in was wrapped around your hand, not being forgotten.

The way you looked up at him, the way that your mouth moved- he was getting closer and you knew it, your movement got faster and he gripped your hair tightly, letting out a moan as he came inside your mouth.

You swallowed it all, giving his head a last kiss before raising yourself up and wiping the corners of your lips with your hand. “You did so good love” he blushed at the praise,

“I’ll repay you tomorrow, okay?”

“Choso, you know you don’t have to-”

“But I want to.”

Ryomen Sukuna

He will not wake you up and admit that he got hard because of a stupid dream, there’s absolutely no way. He won’t ‘jerk off’ either, that would be just low of him.

So he will indeed wake you up but by his cock inside of you. He immediately got to work, ripping your panties off and throwing them somewhere in the room, getting in between your legs as he picked them up and held them against your chest.

He spit down on your pussy, the cold sensation making you shiver in your sleep. He grabbed one of his cocks and positioned it against your entrance, he would use both but getting you prepared for the other one would take too long.

And with a quick thrust he was deep inside of you, filling you up. The sudden intruder immediately woke you up, letting out pleasurable but also painful scream.

“Ngh—! wha-?!” Your eyes darted around the room before laying on the huge frame of Sukuna, who was glaring at you.

“Quiet, brat. This is your fault so now take it.” Your back arched off the mattress as he suddenly started moving, still half asleep not knowing what’s happening.

“Ryo-! Wait! Let me-” before you could finish your sentence a loud moan left your mouth, he did not plan on giving you any mercy with how fast he was ramming inside you.

You yelped as he slapped your ass harshly, “That’s for waking me up, brat.” You wanted to reply to him but you couldn’t form the words, even if you did you knew that would just result in another slap.

He didn’t even bother at pulling out as he picked you up and flipped you onto your stomach like a ragdoll. Continuing with his harsh slams, you felt every vein, with how big he was he was hitting every spot inside your pussy.

His hand grabbed your head and pushed you further into the pillow, making you arch more. He was slamming into you so hard it felt like he was rearranging your guts. The knot in your stomach tightened as you clenched around him.

“Cum, slut.” With his words your hands gripped onto the pillows and with almost a scream-like moan you came so hard you saw stars, but even with your tight pussy clamping around him so hard his thrusts didn’t slow down.

He once again grabbed your body, now picking it up and making you sit on his lap, your back against his chest as he bounced you up and down. You were so fucked out, tears streaming down your cheeks, your tongue out as spit leaked from the corners of your mouth.

“Look at you, so greedy for my cock.” He smirked, pinching your nipple.

“Ryooo— I can’t-” he slapped your ass once again, making you let out a cry, feeling another orgasm coming soon.

“Close already?” He scoffed “Pathetic” you squirmed as his hand went to your clit. One hand on your throat, second on your boobs, third wrapped around your waist making you bounce and fourth on your clit.

“Haa- n-nono-“ you cried as the next orgasm hit you, squirting all around his cock and hand. Leaving you a panting and overstimulated mess.

“What a messy pussy…” he groaned as he slammed you down, cock buried so deep there was a bulge on your stomach as he filled you with his load.

You were sure you would fall down on the bed if he wasn’t holding you up. He pulled his cock out just to fill you again with his second one.

“Did you think we were done, brat?”

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