#you understa d my vision?

[crazysodomite]

#you understa d my vision?

[nicegaai]

I MISS MY BOYBAND AU. I MISS IT. I MISS IT I MISS IT. i dont even remember where most of my au rambling WENT like is it buried in my notesapp or on this blog or my other blog or maybe a google doc..

anyway. im at a point in my fandom experience where i want my daydream universes down in writing so other people can see my visions. im gonna talk about my canonverse compliant nordic5 boyband au with no pairings, just vibes. all i want in life is for these guys to hang out and banter and get progressively more miserable. and (most importantly) torment iceland because i love him soso much. if theres no romance its not interesting i UNDERSTAND this and thats ok i just need to write my love letter to canonverse and play with the n5 like dolls

for anyone unfamiliar w the setting, its a public d-list celebrity nations setting, and the boyband thing was an april fools joke that got a very positive response online so theyre forced into time off from office work (yippee) into at first just releasing a real single, then an EP, then they become an actual touring boyband against their will for tourism promotion purposes (?) — so ofc they all feel the need to outcompete each other in stage presence, its a matter of national pride. none of them dance that good, their singing is...average, most of them need alcohol to get through practice, and in the end, by taking the bit too seriously the band bombs and becomes a cringefest they wont live down for a thousand years. also norway is the designated rapper of the group (hes got a bad case of white boy flow) but the others genuinely think hes doing a good job and hype him up. this au is my baby do u understa n d ......

i dont know if id actually write the intro / setup to how they get into this situation or if id just start from "theyre doing album promo photoshoots and grumbling about it" lmao

the reason im talkin ab this again is bc im gigglin n kickin my feet rn thinking about them being told to do a sexy calendar photoshoot and them being like. we were told this was just a normal calendar :/ and the managers being like yeah that was so youd show up. and then norway going mom mode ICELAND IS A MINOR how DARE you. and iceland going NORRRR STOP IM GROWN and nor going YOU ARE TOO YOUNG FOR THIS. GIVE HIM SOMETHING APPROPRIATE TO WEAR . and then they end up doing a fully clothed calendar photoshoot and iceland will never live this down

#fanfic rambling. no not that one .. the other au #p

[shalandrassil]

Family Reunion

A piece written by my boyfriend to hype up the guild villain. Dariun Bloodmourne ain’t a good person, so keep that in mind. Mild warning for character injury!

Aliciel returned to her home late in the night. She had never feared being alone, but today she felt afraid. When she got to her bed room she plucked her scribe's tool from the air and set it on the bedside table. 

"I see you still enjoy books." a familiar voice came from the darkness. 

Aliciel froze. She didn't have to ask who was there. She knew the voice all too terrible. The charismatic baritone voice with a hint of malicious intellect. Dariun Bloodmourne. Her brother. 

She held a hand up and conjured a small orb of light to illuminate the room. From the bedroom doorway there stood Dariun, holding an open book in one hand, dressed in black robes that seemed to writhe and wriggle on his body, as if alive. He smiled at her flashing the tips of his fangs in the light. 

"I've missed you little sister. Did you miss me?" he moved to her slowly. Circling her like a prowling lion. 

Aliciel tensed in his presence.  "Yes. Yes of course brother" she replied robotically, obediently. 

Dariun muffles a chuckle through his nose. He sets his hands on her shoulders, clasping his fingers around her slender frame one by one. "Yes of course, she replies...heh heh. I noticed you were spending time with that Sunfire girl." he frets, and his voice mocks jealousy. "You did not seem concerned when she told you what they did to me." 

Aliciel went rigid. "I-I had to keep my feelings in check. If I had shown compassion, they would have suspected..that I was loyal to our family."  she closed her eyes tightly. Please let him believe that. Suddenly something occured to her. "D-Did you say..Sunfire?” 

Dariun nodded, his head was next to hers now, cheek to cheek. "Yes." he whispered. "A Sunfire. I've brought you a present my lovely sister." He sets a book down on her side table. "The Sunfire Family Lineage" it read, with a blazing firehawk emblem on the cover. Dariun ran his fingers along her jaw line. "I know how much you love to read." 

Aliciel shut her eyes tightly again. "Thank you..Thank you brother" her voice trembled. "I am grateful that you would come to visit me just to give me a gift after so many years." 

Dariun smiled. "Oh but I did not come here just to shower you with gifts little sister." 

Aliciel looked to him. His eyes burned with fel. She could tell he was more demonic than elf. "Wh-What else did you visit for?" 

Dariun looked down. "Hmm? Just this." With that Dariun grabbed her throat and lifted her off her feet. Slamming her into the wall. Holding her there.Her feet dangled like a lifeless ragdoll.  She gasped in exclamation. Her face felt hot as if pressure was building up in her skin. Her eyes began to water, and her survival instincts kicked in. She grabbed at his fingers trying to pry them apart. 

"P-Please...Bro..ther.." she choked out. 

Dariun chuckled maliciously, his grip tightened. She opened her eyes in shock, and her mouth gaped open. She felt as though her final moments were upon her. Aliciel's vision began to tunnel, as darkness began to close in around her. Suddenly Dariun released her. She fell to the floor into a crumpled mess, gasping and choking. Eyes watering, vision blurred. 

"How..gasp how can I help you brother?" she sputtered out. 

Dariun grabbed the collar of her shirt and lifted her off her feet again. "I know what you do all day. You collect knowledge. Ask your book where I can find what I desire!" 

Aliciel was still reeling from nearly being choked to death. "I-I don't understa-" she gasped and her eyes went wide with shock as she felt a searing pain in her waist. Dariun had driven his claws into her side. Clenching into her flesh with his searing fel blighted fingers. She opened her mouth to scream, but Dariun covered it. Muffling it into a hoarse whimper.

"Oh come now, don't be dramatic. You can heal a scrape like this effortlessly dear sister." he chuckled, and drove his talons deeper into her skin. Her body writhed in agony, and she screamed behind his hand, muffled as though it may be, she sobbed and wailed in pain. Dariun smiled his malicious smile at her. "Now are you going to interrupt me again?" 

Her eyes were filled with terror. Tears and terror. She shook her head at him. "Good!" he replied. "You will get me the information I want?" again she looked at him terrified and nodded. "Excellent, such a good little sister." He looked to her scribe's tool. "Ask it where I can get the Fel Heart of Argus." 

Aliciel waved her hand and the book floated towards them. It opened and the pages turned rapidly until it came to the subject of the Fel Heart. 

Dariun looked the contents of the book over and smiled. "Ah...so there it is." he chuckled. "Wonderful." he looked to Aliciel. "Thank you sister. You have been helpful..for once." he yanked his claws from her flesh and dropped her on the floor. 

Just like that he was gone. Aliciel whimpered and scooted up against the wall as close as she could get. She inhaled sharply as she cast a healing spell on her wounds. The flesh hissed as the fel was purified. It burned just as much to heal as it did to be harmed. When the wounds had closed she let her arms fall limp to her sides and looked around her dark bed room. 

"What am I going to do?" she sobbed helplessly, alone and afraid. No sleep would come to her.

#short story #guild story #guild stuff #world of warcraft #felblood #writing #my bf's writing #Aliciel Sunfire #Celyssena Sunfire #Dariun Bloodmourne #Debauched #The Sunfire Clan

[falkinghannacross]

Stakeout, pt. 2 (in which Hanna makes a friend)

It was a pain Hanna hadn't felt in a while, and he sure hadn't missed it. Opening his eyes was difficult-- well, one wasn't too hard. His right eye was swollen shut and stung. He silently hoped his eye socket wasn't shattere, though he wouldn't be surprised if it was, given how hard he must have been hit. Felt a warm wetness above his right ear, almost certainly a giant gash. It throbbed. His whole head did.

"Gnnuh... " Hanna tried to bring a hand up to his face but found his hands tied down to the arms of a chair. Upon realizing this, through his wooziness, a pang of sobriety stirred in him a feeling of guttural fear, a real 'oh shit' moment. Sore muscles shifted and try to get loose. Hanna didn't like where being tied down usually went for him.

It hadn't occurred to him to really observe his surroundings, though there wasn't much to see with only about 50% vision and an extravagant head wound clouding his perception. Worn out from struggling, the redhead decided to take a look, and...

...it wasn't what he expected. It was a basement, sure, but damn, it was nice. Like a finished basement, with linoleum tile and proper lighting and a little carpeted TV area off to the side. It wasn't a sprawling murder-dungeon, to be sure, but the 'wolf-in-sheep's clothing' prospect made Hanna a little more nervous.

Another thing, too, was that he recognized the house. It was the house Rachel's father owned. The house he'd been invited into several times to go over the case. He'd never been in the basement, but he just felt it was the one.

The One.

Rachel.

Hanna saw her through clouded vision, sitting quietly in a chair nearby. Not tied, not restrained in any way.

"Rachel, you gotta-- nng, c'mon, help me, please? I just-- li-listen, if you wanna stay here that's fine, but-- we're friends, right? We--"

He shut up when he heard someone coming down the stairs. Her father, Sean. Conveniently wielding a bottle of jack (opened and partially imbibed already) and what Hanna could only assume was the pipe he'd been hit with earlier. He had a sinking feeling in his gut.

"You. You were leadin' me to believe that my daughter got taken by some... some fuckin' crazy guy. Tol' me you were a cop or some shit." Sean threw back some whiskey. Obviously distraught. Distracted. Good, Hanna thought. "But... yer not a fuckin' cop. Yer the fuckin' guy who took my Rachel. You... wh- how else didya know where to find her? Yer playin' me and I'm gonna-- gonna fuckin' smash your FUCKING head in fer keepin' her from me for so long. Y-You fuckin'--"

He swung pretty hard for someone so sloshed. Thankfully, though, he only hit Hanna in the shoulder. Thank god for near misses. Still, it wasn't a pleasant feeling and the paranormal investigator made a noise protesting any further hits.

"I-I didn't--! You don't understa--AHH!"

WHACK. Another hit, this time on his right forearm. Then he hit the sweet spot, swung and hit him in the head again. It sent Hanna and the chair he was in to the floor. Fortunately he didn't lose consciousness, but he was only barely there. Trembling from his place on the floor, Hanna tried his best to watch the man standing over him.

Wondered if maybe he would die here.

Sort of hoped he would, if this was going to last much longer.

Then the shape behind Sean moved. Rachel. She'd been watching this whole time, or maybe just staring blankly through the whole scene. But clearly she hadn't, because she reacted.

Slowly, she rose to her feet. "F r i e n d?" Hanna couldn't see her face, but upon seeing Hanna in his current state, sent the zombie-like being into a frenzy. Rachel let out a screech that made Hanna's blood run cold. Sean turned to his daughter and began to say something along the lines of "Honey, what are you doing?", but didn't get too far before be was cut down by strength not seen in other puppets Hanna had seen in the past. A metal pipe couldn't save him as his own daughter tore him to shreds-- not that he really fought back, out of sheer shock and surprise from being attacked by his baby girl. Blood squelched and slicked the floor, stained clean carpet and what was left of Sean lay twitching on the floor in front of Hanna.

The whole thing made his stomach flip. He couldn't get away. Jesus. The only thing he could think in his scrambled brain was that he was next. Fear and pain paralyzed his vocal chords, or else he would have screamed for help-- not that it would have been heard from their location in the basement. She trudged toward him,

leaned down,

a n d

"F r i e n d...?"

...oh. Oh thank Jesus. For some reason this monster saw Hanna as... a friend? Wait, that didn't make sense. Well, none of this really made sense, so he'd take the dice roll in his favor and keep his mouth shut about it. He nodded weakly. "Y-Yeah. Fr-- gn. Friend." Broken words came out like mush. Rachel didn't know much about helping Hanna, but managed to untie his hands before her mind wavered and she lost all interest in anything. Hanna kept still, watched as Rachel seemed to forget that he was even there. She wandered up and out of the house, or so Hanna assumed. Hanna needed to get out of there.

But maybe a nap first.

#oneshot #rp #wow i suck at writing #derp

[narutofoxlover]

I Just Wanted To Be Loved: Anti oneshot

Anti leaned against the wall of the recording room, heaving a frustrated sigh as his body glitched. What were those idiots doing? He thought they wanted him but now they were all turning against him. What did he have to do to get them to care for him like they did for Jack?! It was so unfair! He worked so hard to please them but they always went running straight back to Sean. No more. If they wanted him so badly, they would have to fight for him. He was tired of catering to their wishes.

              He was broken from his thoughts when Skype on Jack’s computer began to ring. BumBum is calling, accept or decline? This was the last thing he needed right now. His form glitched again, and when it settled he looked exactly like Jack. Couldn’t let Mark know that Jack wasn’t in control after all. He put on a false smile before accepting the call. To his surprise, it wasn’t Mark “D-dark?” Why was he calling?

               "You can drop the facade Anti. I know it’s you,“ Dark said, his cold expression unreadable. Anti flickered back to his normal appearance. “What do you want Dark? I’m kinda busy at the moment,” Anti said, annoyed. “I saw the video. What kind of stunt are you pulling here? People are gonna figure out you’re real. And if they know you’re real, they’ll figure out I am too. Your little tantrum is gonna get us in big trouble. Why must you be such a child, throwing a fit whenever people don’t give you the attention you want,” Dark said angrily, scolding Anti as if he were a bratty little kid.

               "You don’t understa-“ Anti began before getting cut off. “What don’t I understand Anti?! Do you have any idea wat could happen to us if we’re found out?! In case you’ve forgotten, normal people don’t have things like us! We could get sent to some sort of secret government facility and be experimented on just because you’re being a spoiled brat!” Dark shouted, beyond pissed. 

               "You really don’t get it do you? I’ll die without their attention Dark! I’m not doing this because i like the attention, I’m doing this because I need it! Not all of us get be a nightmare creature that doesn’t have to rely on anyone you know! I’m just a tulpa! And tulpas disappear if they are forgotten or not given enough attention! I’ve always been a ‘glitch bitch’ but the glitches have been a lot worse lately! And I know for a fact that that isn’t a good sign! I did this because I don’t want to die. I’m scared Dark,“ Anti said, his body glitching sporadically and his voice trailing off towards the end.

                 This was all just a last ditch effort to stay alive. He didn’t want to go, there was so much he hadn’t gotten to experience yet. He was their creation, why were they letting him die? Why didn’t they love him? That was all he ever wanted. He was just following the guidelines they set down when they created him. After all, how many fanfictions and art feature him being a bad guy? A psychopath? A murderer? A threat to Jack?

                 "A-anti….I’m so sorry. I had no idea,” Dark said, guilt evident in his voice and expression. “I don’t need your pity. It’s not like there’s anything you can do anyway. And to be honest, I don’t think I’m gonna make it anyway. I’m pretty sure that video has only made things worse for me. My glitching is coming more frequently and, for once in my life, I feel tired. So, so tired. I’m not sure how much longer I’m gonna last. Please, just don’t forget about me okay? Even if everyone else does. Promise me, please,” Anti replied, sounding absolutely exhausted, his voice pleading. “I promise Anti. I won’t forget you. I promise,” Dark said. A soft smile graced Anti’s face. “Thank you." 

              Anti made to sit down in the computer chair but his legs gave out from beneath him. "Anti!” Dark shouted worriedly. Anti lay on the floor, his whole body trembling, tears pricking his eyes. It was happening so fast now. He didn’t have long at all. Shit. He didn’t want to go! Why?! Why did it have to be like this? He just wanted to be loved.

              His vision started to darken around the edges and he struggled to stay awake, knowing that if he lost consciousness, Jack would take over again and he would be gone. For good this time. “Anti hold on! I’ll shadow travel to you. Please, just hold on till i can get there!” He heard Dark call from the computer. “I’m sorry Dark, I don’t think I can,” Anti said, his voice shaky. The next few words from Dark were garbled, his eyes drifting shut as the last of his strength faded away. “Anti? Anti?! Anti please, say something! Don’t give up! Please! You’re my best friend! Don’t leave me!”

(( Had the idea of Anti needing our attention to survive a while back. I was thinking about the little tantrum canon Anti had yesterday and the idea came back. I immediately wrote this down. To be honest, i teared up a bit while writing this. Sequel: https://narutofoxlover.tumblr.com/post/163886592211/save-him-sequel-to-i-just-want-to-be-loved ))

#antisepticeye #evenantineedslove #saveantitoo #jacksepticeye #@therealjacksepticeye #saveanti #my story