#What can I say? I have a weird desire to write about my blorbos being idiot fuckboys *shrugs*

[whysamwhy123]

So, I started writing a dumb crackfic about a bunch of my blorbos attempting to hit on my newest blorbo because it was funny in my head buuuuut turns out I'm not funny enough to bring it to life so I probably ain't gonna finish it. But I don't wanna feel like I completely wasted my time, so I'm just gonna drop the unfinished thing here because I can't seem to make myself continue it. It's a shame because I feel like it would have gotten a little better/funnier after I got the set-up out of the way, I had plans for where this would go, but alas, my brain has failed me yet again. And whatever, this most likely appeals to absolutely no one anyway, so here it is, read at your own risk because it sucks!

Jack was minding his own business before the show, wandering the halls while dicking around his phone, when he spotted Hook, just standing there.

‘’Hey man, what’s up?’’ he said, leaning against the nearest wall, still looking at his phone.

When no response came, Jack looked up. Hook was still as a statue, his eyes focused forward. Did he not hear him?

‘’Hello? Hook?’’

Jack got closer and slowly turned his head in the direction Hook was staring. ‘’What are you looki - whoa!’’

Jack almost dropped his phone when he first caught a glimpse of her. No wonder Hook was staring - she had to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever soon. She was fucking gorgeous. The kind of woman that’s so beautiful it feels like she shouldn’t be allowed to exist. Or that you shouldn’t be allowed to look at her, how dare you think yourself worthy! But she was real and she was right there all the way over on the other side of the hallway. She seemed to be checking how she looked in her phone’s camera, adjusting her long blonde hair and examining her makeup as though it wasn’t already perfect. She was perfect. She was wearing this all red ensemble that showed off just how killer her body was. And she was tall too. Long legs.

Jack’s mouth was agape. He knew it wasn’t polite to stare but how could he not?

‘’Jack, buddy,’’ Hook said, not taking his eyes off the beauty across the hall. ‘’I’ve found my next conquest.’’

Jack couldn’t take his eyes off her either. Who could blame them? ‘’Who is that?’’

Hook somehow managed to tear his eyes away from the vision they’ve been blessed to look upon and turned his head to Jack instead. ‘’My next conquest. Weren’t you listening?’’

Jack forced himself to look away - any longer and he was about to start drooling. ‘’No, who is she? What’s her name? I’ve gotta know.’’

‘’You seriously don’t know who she is?’’

The two men whirled around to find Daniel Garcia right next to them.

‘’How long have you been there?’’ Hook asked.

Daniel waved him off, a whatever gesture and then nodded his head in the direction of the unbelievably gorgeous woman. ‘’That’s Mariah May!’’

Hook and Jack blinked at him.

‘’From Stardom?’’

More blinking.

‘’Club Venus? Rose Gold?’’

‘’You’re just saying words at us, man,’’ Hook said.

Daniel gave them a judgemental look. ‘’You guys don’t watch Stardom? For real? Do you not watch any joshi wrestling at all?’’

Jack scratched the back of his neck. Hook gave a half-hearted shrug.

Daniel shook his head. ‘’What’s wrong with you guys? Y’all got no taste. Where else do you find spots to steal?’’

‘’My dad,’’ Hook said.

At the same time, Jack said, ‘’Shawn Michaels, I guess?’’

Daniel sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘’I’m surrounded by uncultured swines. Look, she was one of the hottest - literally - free agents in the business. She just signed here, she’s debuting tonight.’’

‘’She’s a wrestler?’’ Hook said. ‘’Damn. Would have been easier if she was a rat.’’

‘’She could be,’’ Daniel said. ‘’You can be a wrestler and a rat at the same time.’’

Hook narrowed his eyes at Daniel. ‘’You would know.’’

Daniel smiled back, completely oblivious. ‘’Yeah, I mean, look at Adam Cole. Or Edge. Or CM Pu -’’ He stopped himself and his eyes went wide in Jack’s direction. A very uncomfortable silence fell over the three of them, one that seemed to last precisely one million years. ‘’...other examples…’’

‘’Alright, enough standing around,’’ Hook said finally. He took his hands out of his hoodie pocket and cracked his knuckles. ‘’I’m going in.’’

Two hands, one from Daniel and one from Jack, shot out and grabbed his hoodie, preventing him from taking a step.

‘’No way,’’ Daniel said.

‘’Nuh uh,’’ Jack added.

Hook glared at the two. ‘’I saw her first.’’

Daniel was aghast. ‘’No, I saw her first! You didn’t know who she was until fifteen seconds ago!’’

‘’That doesn’t count,’’ Hook argued. ‘’I saw her first in the building, so I get first dibs.’’

‘’That’s not fair!’’ Jack whined.

Daniel said, ‘’You don’t understand, man - I’ve been crazy about this girl ever since I first saw her on Stardom World. I’ve been waiting for this moment for months - that could be the love of my life right there!’’

‘’Yeah, well, I wanna fuck her,’’ Hook said, as though that was the most airtight, well-reasoned counterpoint imaginable. ‘’You can fanboy over her all you want after I’m done with her.’’

‘’Hell no! I don’t want your sloppy seconds!’’

‘’If ‘the love of your life’ is sloppy seconds, what does that say about you, huh?’’

Hook and Daniel had been gradually inching closer to each other with each response. They both looked mad, like they were one second away from throwing punches. Jack couldn’t let that happen. Not after last time…

He put a hand on each man’s shoulder and created some distance between them. ‘’Guys, guys, calm down! We don’t need to fight.’’

Clearer heads seemed to prevail, Hook and Daniel shared a nod and then their body language changed, less guarded.

‘’Besides, you’re both wrong,’’ Jack continued. ‘’I should get to approach her first.’’

Hook and Daniel, now suddenly allies, raised an eyebrow each at Jack. ‘’Why?’’ they both asked at the same time.

‘’Because…’’ Jack started. His mind drew a blank. ‘’...I…want to…’’

Now it was Jack’s turn to be blinked at. He wracked his brain - he couldn’t let this opportunity slip away, not when the girl in question was that hot.

‘’Okay, here’s why it should be me! Or, I guess, here’s why it shouldn’t be either of you!’’ He pointed at Daniel. ‘’You hit on girls all the time, while I don’t. So much. So it’s only fair that I got a shot first because, you know, it’s a special occasion.’’ Daniel looked incredulous and opened his mouth to respond but Jack cut him off by pointing at Hook and continuing. ‘’And you! Aren’t you already seeing someone?’’

‘’Uh, no? The fuck you talking about?’’ Hook asked, looking very annoyed at the mere suggestion.

‘’What about that girl you hook up with all the time? The one who’s always texting you? Carly something?’’

Hook rolled his eyes. ‘’Alright, look - technically, I never told Carly we were exclusive. I just…told her a bunch of other stuff and she kinda assumed and I didn’t correct her because I didn’t wanna seem like an asshole. But just because she lets me hit on the regular doesn’t mean I owe her anything - she should understand that. So how is it my fault if she gets mad about something like this?’’

Jack furrowed his brow at his best friend. ‘’You…you don’t seriously think that, right? That’s gross!’’

‘’Nah, that makes perfect sense,’’ Daniel said. ‘’Flawless logic. She’s the one in the wrong, not you.’’

He and Hook shared a quick fistbump. Fuckboy solidarity.

Jack sighed deeply. ‘’See? This is why I should get to shoot my shot first - I won’t treat like her dirt like you two assholes!’’

Daniel looked offended. ‘’I’ll have you know, I’ll treat her like a queen!’’

Hook nodded. ‘’Yeah, same. Unless she doesn’t want me to, you know?’’

Fistbumps all around.

‘’There’s gotta be a way we can decide, fairly, who gets to go first,’’ Jack said. ‘’Some way we can settle this like mature adults. Like men.’’

The three men took a long moment to ponder their predicament and search for an appropriate solution.

Hook glanced down at his fist. ‘’Rock, paper, scissors?’’

‘’Yes,’’ Jack said, emphatically.

Daniel rubbed his hands together. ‘’Alright, how we doing this? Elimination style or triple threat rules?’’

Jack decided to defer to Hook; it was his idea after all.

Hook considered it for a moment. ‘’The usual 3-way match rules. First to score a fall wins.’’

The three of them formed a triangle and each of them placed a fist onto their other palm, ready and waiting. After silently confirming they were all ready through a series of shared nods, Jack took it upon himself to count them down.

‘’Okay, here we go! Rock, paper, scissors, sh -’’

Before he could finish, Jack was shoved back by Daniel, his back colliding with the wall. Daniel then grabbed Hook’s hand, still balled into a fist, and promptly covered it with his own palm, preventing Hook from changing his option and signalling paper-beats-rock.

‘’I win!’’ he announced proudly.

Hook ripped his hand away. ‘’Like hell you do!’’

‘’The fuck was that?!’’ Jack demanded, rubbing his back where it was now sore. ‘’That wasn’t a win, you cheated!’’

Daniel smiled smugly. ‘’No, I didn’t. We said triple threat rules - that means it’s No DQ.’’

A lengthy discussion ensued about what exactly constitutes a disqualification in a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, hollowed by a side tangent about why there aren't disqualifications in a triple threat match. Upon realising that they weren’t going anywhere and were just wasting time, they all agreed to play by elimination rules. Hook was the first fall, picking paper while Jack and Daniel went with scissors. And in the finals, Jack’s paper bested Daniel’s rock. How poetic.

‘’Yes!’’ Jack exclaimed triumphantly. He took a great deal of satisfaction in Hook and Daniel’s sour, dejected expressions.

Jack glanced back over to confirm that Mariah was a) still there and b) hadn’t overheard any of that, which turned out to be true on both counts. She was in the exact same spot as before, still admiring herself in her phone’s camera. Jack could relate.

Jack took a few deep breaths to psyche himself up. ‘’Okay, Jack, you got this. You got this! I know exactly what’ll work here!’’

Hook groaned. ‘’You’re not seriously gonna try that again, are you?’’

‘’I told you, it totally works!’’ Jack said, defiant. ‘’Sometimes.’’

‘’What’s he talking about?’’ Daniel asked.

Hook sighed. ‘’He has this thing he does to try and pick up girls. It’s stupid - he just stands around looking sad and supposedly, a girl will eventually come up to him and ask him what’s wrong.’’

‘’It. Works. Sometimes,’’ Jack insisted.

Daniel considered that. ‘’Huh. Yeah, I can see it. One time, there was this girl who told me I had ‘sad eyes’ and it was half the reason she fucked me. So you might be onto something.’’

With his confidence boosted, Jack took another breath to calm his nerves and headed down the hallway to his target. He willed himself to stay calm, but he grew more nervous with each footstep. The closer he got, the better he could see her. She was even more stunning up close.

When he was near enough, he put on his game face. Which was to say, he put on his best sad puppy dog eyes and leaned against the wall, dejected.

His head was bowed, but he could see Mariah out of the corner of his eye. Unfortunately, she was still distracted by her own reflection. Jack didn’t blame her, but he really needed her to look his way. 

He let out a loud sigh. Nothing. So he sighed louder. Still nothing. The third sigh was so loud and exaggerated, it was almost comical. But it was the one that got the job done. Mariah finally looked up from her phone and found him there. There was a flash of concern on her face and Jack knew his diabolical plan was working.

‘’Excuse me, are you alright? You look really sad!’’

Whoa, she has an English accent? Jack wasn’t expecting that. It took him a couple of seconds to process and actually respond.

‘’Oh, it’s nothing, really. Just one thing after another today, you know?’’

Jack knows this is the part where she asks more questions about why he’s so sad and tries to cheer him up.

Mariah just hummed. ‘’Okay,’’ she said, and then turned her attention back to her phone.

Uh oh. It’s not going according to plan! Jack’s brain scrambled for what to do next. He pushed himself away from the wall and closer to her.

‘’Uh, hey, wait! Uh, I’m Jack!’’ he said, offering his hand out.

She eyed his hand curiously and then reluctantly shook it. Goddammit, why did he try to shake her hand? That’s not romantic, that’s…business-y?

‘’Nice to meet you, I guess,’’ she said. ‘’I’m Mariah May.’’

‘’Yeah, I know who you are,’’ Jack said. He wracked his brain for what it was Daniel said about her back there. ‘’I saw you wrestle in, uh…Venus World?’’

#What is wrong with you Sam you should not be allowed to write #What can I say? I have a weird desire to write about my blorbos being idiot fuckboys *shrugs* #Uh oh Sam's gotten so bad at this writing shit that they're posting unfinished fic on tumblr #In a desperate attempt to not feel like a complete and utter failure #It's frustrating when a fun idea doesn't turn out to be as fun when you have to actually write it yourself #This happens to me a lot unfortunately #If you actually read this and wondered where it was going - #DG would try next and attempt to impress her with his in-depth knowledge of her Stardom career #But he'd end up failing by making it all about himself and then doing his dance at her which would just creep her out #Then Hook would try by just asking her ''How's your day?'' and then standing there listening to her for a while #And then he'd say ''I really like listening to you.'' #And he's like right this is the part where she pounces on me and begs me to fuck her #But it don't happen and Mariah tells him he's not her type #Which prompts Hook to have an existential breakdown due to being rejected by a girl for the first time in his life #And then Toni comes along to see what the fuss is all about and she's like ''Children please let me show you how it's done!'' #And then she effortlessly rizzes Mariah in a matter of seconds and the three fuckboys watch on like ''Aw man!'' #''Why are the hottest girls always gay?!'' #Yeah...it seemed a lot funnier in my head but now I'm reading it back....ouch 😬 #I'm thinking it's a good thing I abandoned ship here LOL

[vchroniclesin2022]

Thank you for your answers!

So many people enjoy Sam's Lestat and who can blame them, Sam is amazing and we are starving.

Nonetheless, I can't see book!lestat in AMC!lestat. And I'm deeply sad about it, because I deeply love book Lestat, and I have been loving him for 15+ years. He's that important to me, yes.

I'm sincere, book!Louis and AMC!Louis are clearly deeply different and nonetheless I see book!Louis in AMC!Louis without any problems.

So I've decided to write a list of the ways AMC!Lestat is very very very OOC.

Of course, if you like AMC! Lestat more power to you! I'm sincerely happy you are enjoying the show! I'm just whining about things I personally didn't like.

Lestat beating Louis up. It has never happened, and as matter of fact it's a plot point. Lestat acknowledges he's a monster but not that kind of monster. And for who picks some passages of the books: a shove is not nice but it's not a freefall from the sky after a savage beating.

Lestat menacing, hurting, scaring Claudia. Lestat hating and wanting to kill Claudia. This is where the show 100% lost me. Claudia is Lestat's princess, his darling daughter, he loves and adores her. He never tried to hurt her, and he sure as hell never wanted her dead. Even after she tried to kill him and almost managed to do it. Lestat loves Claudia even after her death, and hallucinates her several times. Also, him and Louis mourning for their lost daughter is very important for Loustat.

Lestat is sensitive, artistic, romantic, charismatic, capable of great tenderness, impulsive. AMC!Lestat is overbearing and weird instead of charismatic, shouts very often and his moments of tenderness are few. Reading Lestat screaming "Putain de merde" in fics has me reacting with "He would not say that"!

Lestat was abused by his family, but he managed to break the circle. He never repeated what was done to him. As matter of fact, he mourned his family and dreamed of turning his brothers, their wives, their sons. He took care of his father and at the very end he could not kill him, not even for mercy. What a difference from AMC!Lestat, who mistreats Claudia like he was mistreated.

His whole cheating affair with Antoinette. Yes, book!Lestat had Antoine, but just at the end, after decades of living together with Louis. A Louis who at times showed his desire for Lestat and at times negated their relationship. When Louis and Lestat start a proper relationship in Prince Lestat trilogy, Lestat doesn't have eyes for anyone else. In this context, where they are practically married, Lestat having a sidepiece doesn't make any sense.

The whole thing of running away with Louis and Antoinette after killing Claudia. WTF. Book!Lestat is horrified by the sheer stupidity , and book!Lestat has pretty stupid moments.

Book!Lestat has moments of deep vulnerability, of tenderness, of reflection. See: the discussions with Nicki, his melancholy, the loving description of Louis, the cry at Marius to please don't send him away, his femininity. AMC!Lestat resembles a caricature, almost always shouting, being vulgar, boisterous.

I could go on but you catched the idea.

In short, I feel robbed by one of my most ancient and beloved blorbos, and I feel very sad about it.

#lestat de lioncourt #loustat #interview with the vampire #amc iwtv

[rey-jake-therapist]

Encroaching on your asks with the most important questions of them all:

Why do you write OCs, and what is your process of creating/developing them like?

Any fandom, because it’s probably not fandom-specific.

Thank you for this ask! I love talking about my OCs ♥

Why do you write OCs?

There are two reasons.

The first is the most obvious reason: I want to write fan fiction with romance in it but none of the "official" ships works for me, so I create an OC to pair them with the character I like, most of the time the protagonist though I sometimes do it for secondary characters as well.

The other reason is that I love creating characters. I came to fanfiction very late in my life, for years I only wrote original stories, though I must say I rarely finished them, *facepalms*. I love writing fanfiction, but whenever I tried to work with an "official ship" I found myself frustrated because I didn't feel free to characterize them the way I wanted, since as you know, I respect the canon material I inspire myself from. For a year I threw a attempt at Reylo fanfiction but I quickly realised that like... 90% of the Reylo writers I think, I had to not only write AUs (NOT coffee shops AUs or other overused tropes like that) because canon sucks, but also completely change the personality of both characters for my romance to work. I ended up taking off all my Reylo fics from AO3 because if I want to play dolls, I'd rather play dolls with my own characters. Maybe one day I'll go back to these fics, change the names of the characters and publish them ;)

What is your process of creating/developing them like?

If I create them with the purpose of pairing them with a canon character, I think of a personality that could work with the character in question. Then I take much time thinking of a backstory, and of a reason why they come in the canon character's life. They have their own personality, struggles, desires and needs. They can't just pop up out of nowhere with no history of their own for the sole sake of making the canon character happy. Actually, most of the time they rather tend to complicate the character's life at first :p My favorite characters always being complex and broody characters with complicated lives, my reasoning will be like... "What can I do to mess them up even more and push them towards the edges of their sanity?" :D

All my main OCs are female characters. Again two reasons: I love writing women, much more than writing men, and I think there are already too many male characters who take the spotlight at the expense of female characters who are generally relegated to the background. So far the canon characters who inspired me to write them happened to be male so my romances are all m/f, but I don't desperate for the muse to inspire me a f/f romance involving a female blorbo ;) Of course I do it only if I think the canon character is straight or bi in the canon material: I still have in mind to respect the canon material so I'll never force a m/f relationship on a character who I see as gay in canon.

I can write male OCs but they will always be secondary characters; since my main OCs has a past and a life that doesn't involve the canon character, it would be way too weird for them not to have any friends or family. I don't spend as much as time on these OCs as I do on my main, but I still regularly remind myself that they need to be a bit fleshed out as well. Sometimes I also write secondary OCs to pair them with secondary canon characters; that's what I did recently I wrote a male OC to pair him with Mycroft, Sherlock's sibling.

I think it's also worth adding that like you, I'm one of this minority who doesn't say "fuck canon" when I create a story, but on the contrary I want it to be canon compliant. That's the real fun I find in writing fanfiction: find ways for my fic AND my OCs to work in the limits of the canon material. It means that if the main canon character dies in the canon material, he won't miraculously live in my fic lol If he ends up single at 60 in the canon books, obviously my romance will have a tragic or at best bittersweet ending. Happy endings aren't derogatory as far as I'm concerned ;)

One last thing: regarding their appearance, I tend to look for a real life model for my OCs. It helps me a lot to flesh them out in my mind.

#ask answered #oc character #my writing #writing process

[eyrieofsynapses]

earlier this week:

*scrolling, notices a random post about Dracula that seems eerily like a very modern take* ...huh. must be a new adaption out. or a fandom for an adaption I haven’t seen. k

(later, as posts go from a very few to semi-common)

...alright, new fandom? new, bigger fandom. for an adaption that sounds weirdly like the original book. somebody’s doing it right. k have fun y’all

(post about Dracula Daily email appears)

I’m... what? well okay. at least somebody’s appreciating the classics. no idea how the hell somebody came up with the email thing, and also why. but whatever. weird fandom explosion tho, thought we were done with the vampire thing

(a day or two later, as posts start to occur somewhat frequently)

for a book that’s *checks date* a hundred and twenty-five years old y’all have really hopped on the blorbo train with this Jonathan Harker dude huh? can’t believe I’m probably gonna start seeing gay vampire fanfic of characters that are a hundred and twenty-five years old on my dash soon. gay vampire fic, sure. gay vampire fic from 1897...

*glances at Sherlock Holmes fandom* ...actually y’know what nevermind, this is normal

(several of the blogs I follow are now thoroughly invested. there are memes. there are passages being quoted. somehow I have yet to see gay vampire fic)

...okay, fandom, I’ve literally no idea how the hell I’m not seeing a new ship cropping up like mad. also why are you posting memes of a hundred and twenty-five-year-old book. what is this about Dracula Red Flags. wtf is the running joke about the shaving mirror. WHY ARE WE TALKING ABOUT DRACULA BEING A WEIRD HOST WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE ON ABOUT

also I knew the original Dracula was not altogether anything like the modern Twilight-esque vampire but I’m sorry why the hell does this sound like this Jonathan Harker guy just wandered into a random dude’s home and started writing letters home about how weird a host he was without taking Stranger Danger into account. sir why haven’t you left. sir do you have any survival instinct

(continuing to watch the nonsense unfolding)

...why do I feel vaguely invested by proxy

also why are people saying that the daily letters are like actual correspondence from a friend. what, a hundred and twenty-five-year-old dude bestie? your friend that happened to time-travel and lose half his memory and, for whatever reason, has the common sense of your average “horror movie character that dies first” trope? who practically inspired that trope? who probably writes in a vaguely headache-inducing style because old book?

and y’all are reading this like the morning newspaper except without the soul-crushing doomsday predictions? or the daily fanfic update from some crazy author who somehow has the organizational skills and legendary all-desired Aladdin’s First Wish ability to actually consistently write enough fic that they can update daily?

what is going on

(it is five days after the mayhem began. there is fanart. there are rant posts. memes abound. Jonathan Harker is apparently now the newest, most popular himbo and blorbo. Dracula Daily has appeared on an official Tumblr “fandoms of the week” post. I am observing one of the fastest fandom blow-ups I’ve seen ever)

...*sighs*

*searches Google for Dracula Daily*

*opens up the webpage and considers for a moment. the mental “let’s not get dragged into this mess” wall is falling apart. teetering on the edge. this close to death. it is screaming what are you about to get yourself into*

*curiosity gremlin is banging pots and pans and screaming and leaping around and kicking the wall and generally being destructive*

well fuck this.

*enters email and hits “subscribe”*

#i have officially fallen to the dark side #dracula daily #dracula #there is a mini Obi-Wan Kenobi yelling in the back of my head #'you have allowed this dark fandom to twist your mind!' #'you have become the very thing you swore to destroy!' #'an easily seduced user! falling to the fandom side so easily!' #'how could you allow the gremlin to take over!' #'this shall DESTROY you Synapse! you shall be dragged into this fandom Forever!' #'it will haunt you till the end of your days!' #'you think September will be the end? I THINK NOT!' #'when has it ever been that easy!' #'fandoms do not DIE like that!' #'they are ETERNAL!' #'you have utterly transformed the path of your life!' #'you shall REGRET THIS!' #...well anyway. apparently I'm gonna need to catch up #at least it's only five days after the thing started #'tis a decent yet temporary diversion from finals anyway #except it comes with the risk of Jonathan Harker setting up camp in my head #*sigh* #fandom WHY do you do this to me #WHY #why must you torture me so my mutuals

[neurotheascars]

TRIGGER WARNING-

this blog has lots of unpleasant imagery on it and I'm too cognitively handicapped to tag reliably. This is my uncensored safe space.

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18+ please.

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I follow from my hosts account @polychaeteworm

My name is pronounced "Sara". I'm not a girl, not a boy, not a man, not a woman. I'm a tall alien. Femme like an elf, masc like a vampire. I'm mostly autoromantic and objectum for large bongs and blades.

I don't care what pronouns you use on me. My host defaults to he/him but I do not mind she/her or shee/hir. My species only has one sex, but an individualistic gender system, so I am Xenogender and genderflux in every sense of the words. I don't human gender concepts.

I love swords and smoking weed and I have a strong desire to run into the woods/onto a highway/into the ocean when I'm upset because I get weird alien homesickness. I talk about that here a lot, but don't worry, I am safe and supervised.

Really into Saltburn right now, so that shows up here too. Felix Catton is my Tumblr blorbo. I also just really really like dark royalty/vampire and academia in general as well as sick little freaks.

Kinks that might appear here- smoking/intox, blood/blades, shibari, parasitism/corruption, and maybe sometimes consang.

Discourse positions-

I'm anti misinfo and pro endo. My system is traumagenic but I do not like associating my existence with a mental disorder because of my origin within my paracosm. I respectfully don't like being referred to as having "come from trauma".

I'm a CSA survivor who writes and reads nasty things to cope and I'm not interested in hearing why you think I'm a freak for my kinks or the stuff I reblog. I'm pro-recovery and pro fiction. I do not support irl harm. I don't think of what I write as "shipping" because my system only reads and writes OC and we associate the term shipping with fandom. We don't mind fanfics, we just favor focusing on OC content.

Send all complaints to my host and steward, Orn (@polycheateworm) he is better articulate and I'm not nice to have an argument with because of my language challenges so please be patient. He also is better equipped to answer most questions you might have about me. Most of what I say here is dictated within the system so I'm actually less articulate as an altar than I appear on average so if I get upset and don't have an alter to dictate to, my language might decline.

What does your username mean?

My system has maladaptive daydreaming and I am an introject of an extremely developed OC from a paracosm.

Because I spent most of my life living inside an inner world that is as complex as the real one, my personal history and memories are not fully Earth Related.

Neurothea is an illness on the planet I come from. It hurts your brain in a lot of ways, you catch it from parasites and it can kill you. If you survive it you will have large scars from it. it's an exotrauma embodiment of complex abuse my human body has suffered. Its a fictional way that I as an alter interface with the difficulty my body has.

#pinned post