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gummybugg · 11 months

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Writer Questions Tag

Thanks for the tag @my-cursed-prince! I decided to make a Separate post because I didn't want to clog things up :')

Tagging these people to hop on in (optionally): @frostedlemonwriter, @another-white-hole, @rickie-the-storyteller, @rhikasa, @talesfromaurea & Anyone else who wants to fill out questions!

1) What is your absolute all-time favorite idea you've ever had?

My all-time Favorite idea is actually just the Creation of the Crater City crew. It’s probably something to do with how the story began as a Joke and then evolved into something a bit More. It’s also a great Break from writing Magniloquent essays :’)

2) Is there a question you've been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

I believe that would be “How did you come up with this?” And this question can Really be referring to formal writing or writing I do as a hobby. Either way, I do not know! Everything is a culmination of my Experiences + a Group of synapses accidentally fist bumping!

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3) What is your favorite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

I really Love the way that I get to see my characters on the page in Clear writing instead of being Stuck in a sticky, ambiguous Cloud in my head. I also Love when ideas come to me at Random and my Subconscious is in on the action, too. It’s like a party in here! I think the only part I dislike is the time I spend away from writing and how Difficult it is to get back into the Groove.

4) What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

My greatest Motivation is seeing how my characters interact! It fuels me to write more dialogue 💖

I also just enjoy Stringing words together, and Always have since I was a Small child.

5) What is the best piece of advice you've ever read or been given as a writer?

Do not throw away Your writing Scraps because they will/can be relevant Later. No more tears! You can still have this Ending, even if it’ll be in Another timeline! :’)

6) What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

I wish I knew that I didn’t have to Halt creative writing just because I had Writer’s Block for one story. It’s been on Pause since 2017, and I have since Moved on until I am ready to resume. I chalk it up to not having “It” at the moment; i.e., the Mindset to keep writing that WIP.

I also wish I had Every Single draft saved in one app/device. I was young and didn’t know writing apps Existed so I saved everything via the standard Notes App. When I had to Reset my phone, my notes went along with the Reset, aha! So I had to force myself to Remember the Important details early on.

7) What is your favorite story you've written TO COMPLETION? Link it if you'd like and can!

Bold of you to Assume I’ve ever completed a story! But I Would like to complete a story within the next 5 years, Yes.

8) What is your favorite out-of-the-box quote?

Not really Sure where I put that one Quote, but maybe someday it will come to me!

9) Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

Darcy from Crater City has a pretty Controversial mindset. For context, Darcy is a designer baby (for Lack of better words) and was created with the intent that he pull Humanity (Neo-civilization) out of the post-apocalyptic Dark Age. However, his methods of doing so aren’t exactly “Ethical” as many would say.

Darcy Does want to help humanity, it’s true! But in his mind, the only way to save Humanity is by reprogramming Mother Nature, so to speak. It’s not like there’s much Left to work with, he reasons. “Humans were given the gift of insatiable curiosity for a reason. It would be wasteful not to use our God-given potential to take advantage of the cards we were dealt,” he says.

What do I Think of this? Well, I know it’s controversial. If You were in Darcy’s shoes, would You do whatever it takes to save the world no matter the risks?

10) If You when you first started writing met You now, what would younger you think?

I started writing when I was five or six!

I’m not sure what Younger me would think, probably that I’m saying big words and that I’m making no sense at all whatsoever. Perhaps Younger me would show Present me the cool stories I wrote and characters I made up on the spot, and Present me would take notes. Little does Younger me know that I actually have some of my old work saved from all those years ago!

Perhaps Younger me would think that I am So experienced and learned and must have written 10 books by now, but Alas. Maybe someday, Younger me.

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Tagging @writeouswriter for Crater City content!

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Blank questions below!

1) What is your absolute all-time favorite idea you've ever had?

2) Is there a question you've been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

3) What is your favorite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

4) What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

5) What is the best piece of advice you've ever read or been given as a writer?

6) What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

7) What is your favorite story you've written TO COMPLETION? Link it if you'd like and can!

8) What is your favorite out-of-the-box quote?

9) Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

10) If You when you first started writing met You now, what would younger you think?

#thanks for the tag!#open tag #writer questions tag #writing tag game #crater city wip #darcy

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racerchix21 · 1 year

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You’re Safe In Our Arms, Prince Charming

Summary: It’s Ricky’s birthday and it should all be sunshine, rainbows and unicorns but some of his past issues come to light. Now it’s time for Danny and Wheeler to save the day.

Word Count: 1067

Warnings: Talk of past abuse, talk of past unhealthy Dom/Sub relationships,

Tagging: @sunnyfleur23 @paradoxunknown @alanangels @sheinthatfandom

A/N: This was meant to be for Ricky’s birthday last weekend but I kind of emotionally exhausted myself writing this so it’s reeeeeealllllly late 😬

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Opening the door of the hotel room he’s sharing with Danny and Ricky he’s not expecting for Ricky to immediately attack him when he walks in. Nor is he expecting for Danny to begin talk a trillion miles an hour about some little indoor fun fair happening down the street.

Slowly walking Ricky backwards with one arm wrapped around his waist, Wheeler snags Danny’s wrist dragging him into their odd little hug before getting them all situated on the bed. “So a fun fair? Ricky, baby is that what you wanna do for your birthday?”

“Yeah, Yoots if that’s okay? I mean if you wanna do something else we can do that too!,” Ricky says kind of shrill, looking down trying to hide the tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Prince Charming, if you wanna go to a fun fair we’ll do that. If you wanna go to a club and dance all night long we’ll do that too. It’s your birthday so you get to call the shots and when D’s birthday rolls he gets to call the shots on what we do,” Wheeler says lifting Ricky’s chin as Danny reaches over to kiss his cheek and wipe tears off his face. “That’s the way our relationship works and if you don’t like something just say the word and we stop immediately, okay? Whether it’s something we’re doing behind closed doors or it’s something in our everyday lives you’ve got more control than I do.”

“You mean it? I can say stop and you will? But you can’t be serious, you’re wrong I’m not allowed to say no to things. I say no and I get hit until I say I’m sorry,” Ricky says sadly still not making eye contact with either one of them.

“Ricky, hey look at me,” Danny pleads, “Wheelers right baby if one of us says stop, we stop and talk about it. We all have safe words and it’s okay if we use them. If you’re curious what ours are mines Buffalo and Wheeler’s is Beretta.”

Rubbing Ricky’s back, Wheeler can’t help but wonder what exactly they’d allowed Cage to do to Ricky while he was with Team Taz. Not that he was sure it was just Brian, he had the suspicion that there was more going on behind those particular closed doors. For all he and Danny knew it could have been a situation where Hobbs had hit him or maybe Taz himself which Wheeler hoped not because he liked Taz and Hobbs.

“Baby, what exactly did they do? I just wanna know who I’ve gotta protect you from,” Wheeler murmurs to Ricky tightening his hold a little more when he feels him try to squirm away.

“It was Team Taz wasn’t it?,” Danny growls crowding up against Ricky forcing him to stop trying to get away. Wheeler’s actually kinda proud of Danny and his little protective streak.

“No, no, no it wasn’t Taz or his boys. In fact Taz and Brian are the ones who encouraged me to come to you and ask if I could maybe join you guys or at least if you’d maybe help me out when I needed to go down for a while. It was an old boyfriend from back home. He realized that I was “different” and he took advantage. I said no the first time he wanted our relationship to go farther and he punched me. He pun-,” Ricky lets out a shuddering breath before he continues, “he punched me until I said sorry and agreed. The emotional and mental were probably worse than the physical by a long shot believe it or not. He told me that I was useless, worthless, accused me of sleeping around even though I wasn’t.”

A growl and the whimper that follows catch Wheeler off guard and he’s proud of Danny for wanting to be protective but he can tell that Ricky’s coming to all the wrong conclusions and that just won’t do. “Baby, you are so incredibly brave, strong and amazing that you fought and survived that. We’re so so so proud of the man you are sweetheart, now why don’t we go to that little fun fair you two were going on about earlier,” Wheeler breathes out kissing at Ricky’s throat. Turning his head towards Danny he kisses the tip of his nose and laughs at the look on the poor boys face as he goes cross eyed.

“Can we just order room service and cuddle instead, Wheeler? I don’t wanna have to deal with anyone else tonight other than you guys.”

“Yeah honey. Why don’t we go wash your face and Danny can order our normal stuff, plus I’ve got a cute little surprise for the birthday boy,” Wheeler says guiding Ricky towards the bathroom. He can hear Danny talking as he watches Ricky getting his skincare products out and he’s slightly shocked when Ricky pushes them all towards him.

“Help me Yoots?”

“Yeah baby. You’ll have to guide me through everything so I don’t mess anything up but I’d be honored to help you.”

Ricky lines everything up in order of importance and hops up on the counter letting Wheeler take over from there. “Well, what do we have here? I spy a couple cuties and my my my is THE Wheeler Yuta actually doing skincare?! I didn’t know you even knew what that was babe,” Danny sarcastically says leaning against the door and Yuta can’t help but smile at his boys.

“Alright smartass get over here and help me keep Prince Charming still. He keeps wiggling and laughing every time I touch him.”

“It’s ticklish,” Ricky says laughing before it cuts off into a moan when Danny begins kissing a line down his throat.

“DANIEL! I said hold him still not make him wiggle even more. But I do have to say that I am liking this giggly, squirmy baby,” Yuta says laughing himself as he finishes up with Ricky’s routine then pressing another kiss to his cheek. “All done baby boy. Now come on I wanna give you your surprise!”

Following Wheeler back to the bed, Ricky and Danny both flop down making out until Yuta clears his throat. “Claudio helped me out with making this. I wanted you to have a little reminder that you’re one of ours and that we’ll always be there to support and protect you.”

#Ricky’s a survivor #Wheeler and Danny love their boy #Danny’s kind of growly in this #Overprotective Wheeler Yuta #Overprotective Daniel Garcia #Wheeler Yuta x Daniel Garcia x Ricky Starks

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tojrican · 1 year

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I'm Tired (with Zendaya)-Bonus Track

⇁ note: hi! this is a short blurb i did based off of a random prompt i found on pinterest instead of writing my overdue essay

⇁ synopsis: enrique comes home to his roommate/situationship suddenly abandoning him entirely.

⇁ characters: my oc's- enrique 'kike' rodriguez & davina prince

⇁ tags: angst, yelling/screaming, swearing, mentions of sex, crying, (a very small amount of) fluff, mxf, etc.

My eyes squinted as I wiped the sweat from my brow. I rapidly turned the key in the lock, pushing open the door to the apartment.

“I’m home!” I yelled, placing my keys down on the counter before walking over to the kitchen.

“Davina?” I beckoned, reaching the corner of the island to twist my head towards her room to see the door closed.

My eyebrows twisted in confusion. I called her name again, knocking on the door before I twisted the handle to open it. I scanned the room thoroughly, searching for her familiar body. Instead of her unblemished face, I found a group of pastel pink suitcases on the ground, packed to the brim.

“Davina,” I said, my tone increasingly confused. “What are you doing?”

As I walked closer to the bathroom, I heard clothes shuffling and plastic hangers falling softly to the carpeted ground. I peeked around the corner to see her closet empty, home to only her. She faced away from me, continuing to pack as if she did not hear me.

“Davina,” I said, louder this time. “DAVI!”

She suddenly turned to face me with worry clouding her teary eyes.

“I’m leaving,” she let out, her words broken because of a sob.

“What, on a fucking trip? What the hell is all this shit out here for?!” I asked, throwing my hands in the air, followed by the sound of more shuffling.

“I need to leave. I don’t want to be here anymore,” she muttered, turning back to the hangers and loose clothes after wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I said, inching closer towards her.

“I SAID I WANT TO LEAVE, TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” She suddenly yelled, standing up and facing me once again.

It was the first time she made eye contact with me since I arrived. As I silently stared into her teary brown orbs, I searched for a signal. Any kind of sign to show me that she was kidding. Instead, I found anger, and something else; guilt. She wasn’t expecting for me to catch her in the act.

I cocked my head to the side, my eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. My hands went up to cup her face to steady her tears but she pulled away, stepping back a bit.

“I don’t want to talk to you like this—”

“Oh but you’ll yell,” I interrupted. “Won’t you?”

“Enrique, I—” she started again, this time with a tad more sympathy.

“No, if I have to deal with that shit then you can fucking listen to me,” I stated, pointing a finger towards her face. “You don’t get to do this.”

She raised her eyebrows, telling me that she was taken aback. “I don’t get to do this? I don’t get to decide what I want to do with my life? Who the hell are you to tell me that?”

I groaned, then leaned my body weight on one leg before rubbing my head with the palm of my hands.

“Don’t you dare pretend that this is about you. You can’t do this ever—”

“It is about me! Who else would this be about, huh? Why wo—” She yelled, after stepping closer to me once again.

“IT’S ABOUT US! IT’S ALWAYS ABOUT US!” I yelled, finally fed up. I stepped even closer, hoping that she’d see reason once again.

“Ricky, please,” she said, turning away from me entirely as my stomach fell. “This is not about us. There is no us. This is about me, not wanting to live with you anymore.”

I followed her through the bathroom, into her roomy closet. I leaned forward and grabbed her wrist, making her turn back around to face me again. I placed her hand on my chest, right between my pecs. Her palm relaxed and fit to the space while I slipped my fingers into an interlock with hers.

“If there is no us,” I sputtered softly. “Then why do you have to leave?”

I watched her eyes stare at our hands, as her chest heaved a huge sigh. Her soft brown eyes flickered up towards mine again, kind and sweet, the way I always recognized them as. I smiled softly, my eyebrows finally relaxing. Then, her expression shifted. Her eyes become cold and hard.

“I don’t want you,” she admitted, making my heart hurt and shatter. “I need to leave. Let me leave.”

Her hand dropped mine as she left me behind, leaving me to stare at the ground. I shuffled over to the couch we once shared, glancing at it for a few minutes while I recalled all the smiles and laughs we endured together.

Together, yes. Not as a couple, but together.

Just her and I.

Like the time she offered to paint my nails. I’d fallen asleep within minutes, comforted by her smell that filled my space, my head on her stupid stuffed cow. When I woke up hours later, she hadn’t moved, she just held my hands in her lap and traced the lines in my hands. Her soft skin rubbed against my rough calluses while she smiled to herself, while I happily watched her. My expression echoed hers, until I chuckled in bliss, and she smiled evilly when her eyes met mine.

“What?” I’d asked her, still grinning at her own smirk.

She flipped my hands over to reveal the art she’d done on my nails; She’d drawn purple hearts on each black nail. I laughed hysterically with her, pulling my hands closer to my own vision. We giggled for a solid five minutes, until she held her stomach and groaned in pain. Even then, I continued to laugh at her.

“My favorite color,” she said, once she’d calmed down.

“I know,” I’d muttered back. “I love them, thank you dingus.”

She leaned in and kissed me, her soft two-toned lips on mine. I smiled into the sweet kiss, and she did the same.

When her luggages were packed, she rolled them to the kitchen and sat on a bar stool. I watched her ignore me as she pulled her phone out and texted someone. We sat there for another few minutes until she sighed frustratingly.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath.

“What’s wrong? Your ride fuck you over?” I asked, with a couple of ounces of petty in my voice.

She side-eyed me before turning back to her phone.

I groaned, slapping my thighs before I stood up to grab my car keys.

“Let’s go,” I said, walking to the door.

“What?” She muttered nervously.

“I’ll drive you,” I said sternly. “Let’s go.”

“N—No, I’m okay,” she mumbled, crossing her arms.

“I’m not gonna sit here for another hour and watch you pretend I don’t fucking exist. Get in the goddamned car, I’ll take you to your new place.”

I pulled the door open but was forcibly stopped when she slammed it back closed.

“What the hell?!” I barked, turning around to face her. “First you want to get the fuck out of here, now you wanna stay?”

“You can’t bring me. I don’t want you to see—I…” She sputtered, shaking her head.

I scoffed at her. “You don’t want me to know where your new place is? Are you fuckin’ serious? All of this shit,” I growled, throwing my hands up to beckon towards the apartment. “All the time we spent together, it means fuckin’ nothin’ to you?!”

“N—No, it doesn’t, but—” Davina started, stopping herself to look away from my eyes.

“But what?”

I stared at her in silence.

“I’m not going to a new place. I’m going to Jon’s apartment,” she choked out. I sighed and rolled my eyes, my tongue resting against the inside of my left cheek when a sarcastic chuckle escaped my throat. “I just didn’t want to tell you because I know how much you hate him.”

“I should’ve known,” I blurted, rubbing my forehead once again. “I should have fucking known.”

“He just offered it for a few days, until I can get my own place, until I’m okay. It’s not a big deal,” she offered, shrugging casually.

“You must think I’m fucking stupid, huh? When did you start talking to him again?”

“A couple of months ago, but it doesn’t matter. I’m not your girlfriend Enrique, you don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t talk to, okay?” She chastised, as if that was what I meant.

“Oh I’m fully aware you’re not mine, you’ve made that very clear” I laughed, throwing my hands up in defense. “You wanted it that way.”

“I did not want it that way,” she said, pointing her finger at me.

“Right, right. You just wanted to fuck and kiss and cuddle in private. You wanted a boyfriend that was fine with you pretending like you’re still single,” I spat. “You wanted me to be your fucking lap dog. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“I don’t want to do this today,” she said, turning back towards the stool.

“A’ight, well how about I swing by your precious pup’s nasty-ass place tomorrow and we can talk about all the shit you don’t feel like talking about today? How does that sound?”

“Ricky,” she started. “Do you really think we’d make a good couple? With all the fighting we do now?!”

“I don’t know. But what I do know is that we’d never find out if we don’t try. Try with me, please,” I begged, grabbing her hands in mine, making her spin on the stool to face me.

She looked up at me and sighed. “I can’t. It’s not what I want.”

“Is this what you wanted, huh? You just make me fall in love with you and then, just--you just fucking leave? Do you really expect me to be okay with that?” I demanded, my eyes starting to fill to the brim with tears.

She stared back at me for a few minutes, her eyes swapping back and forth between my own. When a tear finally fell, her eyebrows scrunched together, forming an expression of sympathy for me.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled, waddling over into a hug. “I didn’t know.”

Her slender arms wrapped as far as they could around my torso, and she leaned her head into my ribcage. I inhaled her fresh flowery-honey scent for a few seconds, right before I wiped my face and brought my own arms to wrap around her shoulders.

“I didn’t think you wanted to,” I said solemnly.

She held me for a while, her silence suggesting she was beginning to feel remorse. Her grip on my body never changed, not even a slight falter. She held me tight, as if I was threatening to disappear. She didn’t speak until I did.

“Don’t leave,” I pleaded. “Don’t leave me.”

Her eyes locked on mine, and I knew the next words that were going to come out of her mouth to pour straight into my ears to make my stomach drop to my feet.

“I need to,” she whispered.

My head fell again, and my eyes closed.

“Okay,” I whispered back, but it really wasn’t. “I’ll drive you.”

I watched the shadow of her head shake left-to-right on the floor.

“I’ll drive you. Please—Please don’t leave like this. Let me help you, even if it’s the last time.”

“Okay,” she stated.

“Okay,” I echoed.

#oc #mxf fluff #fluff #writers

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jajanvm-imbi · 4 years

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Headcanons of Krel living on earth because he’s my favorite and I love him and I haven’t seen anyone do this yet so I feel like I have to

^^^^^because of this very moment I love the idea of Mary and Darci befriending Krel.

Since Aja,Vex and Eli went back to Akaridion-5, Mother was destroyed, and Claire was busy with Trollhunting stuff, earth gets pretty lonely. So Mary and Darci adopt him into their friend group.

At first Krel was a little apprehensive to joining their friend group, but he quickly warmed up to it because, he, being Krel, loves the attention.

like I can totally see Mary and Darci taking Krel to like a mall or something and doing those like teen romcom movie shopping montages where he goes into a changing room and the girls judge the outfit until they find the perfect one.

I personally believe Krel would adopt a soft boy look, with like oversized button ups and t shirts tucked into jeans, but thats just me.

anyway, because he’s friends with Mary and Darci, Krel has a new found social popularity in Arcadia.

because of this, Krel would prolly get nominated for Spring Fling king and shit

I would say Krel wouldn’t really care about being nominated, but seeing how he cared so much about the science fair and the Battle of the Bands, he would definitely care

Steve is conflicted because he wants to be Spring Fling King, but he can’t mess with Krel like he did with Jim and Eli cause Krel is his girlfriend’s brother

Krel notices this and takes advantage of it to mess with Steve and actually tries to win.

like Krel would just dominate the contests, and his theme presentation would be the flashiest and most appealing and people would just generally like him, and that would really worry Steve

like Krel, with four arms would be really good at the Touch-a-Truck-athon or whatever its called.

Krel would prolly let Steve win anyway because watching Steve squirm and freak out over prolly losing the crown and not being able to do anything about it cause he's Aja's brother is much better than any highschool dance crown

also the school 100% asks Krel to DJ future dances and events to save money, and Krel absolutely loves it

He would also definitely do the school play. Seeing how much he enjoyed being in Toby and Eli's short film, and again, he loves the attention, he would totally be down

Also it would just be another chance to mess with Steve to be the lead.

Because of this, Ms. Janeth would do another Shakespearean play, but do one of those modern renditions. Like it's the same play just in a modern setting, to take advantage of Krel's Akaridion form like they did with Jim's armor.

If not in the play he would do stage crew/tech.

Like he would create elaborate settings for them using A5 tech and Ms. Janeth would adore it

moving on, because home life is pretty lonely with just the Lucy and Ricky for company, Krel loves to host his friends for parties and sleepovers and whatever

and since Krel lives in the coolest house on the block, they love coming over

He hosts girl’s night every other week with Mary, Darci, and Clarie (becauuse she deserves a fucking break)

since we’ve all agreed that Krel is 100% a gaylien, I love the idea that he casually comes out during a girls night

like Mary would be like “So Krel, are there any girls you like?” and Krel’s just like, “*snort* Girls? Who ever said I like girls?” and the others are like “….....?“ and Krel just rolls his eyes and says "I like boys, ladies” and they’re like “ooooohhhh, okay. Cool.”

So now they spend girls night talking about boys. Claire and Darci about their mans and Mary and Krel about cute boys.

One day the girls give Krel a little rainbow pin and Krel’s just like “what’s this?” And the girls tell him that it’s an earth symbol for the gays and he’s like “theres a symbol for that here? I didnt think it was that big of a deal. On A5 it’s pretty normal” and the girls explain why theres a symbol and he’s like “oh shoot wow, thanks" and he put it on his backpack.

He’s pretty confused the first time someone is homophobic towards him cause like that kind if behavior doesnt happen on A5 and hes just like, “why does this bother you? I hardly know you” and just brushes it off. Its doesnt really bother him, mainly cause he doesnt know the earth insults towards gay people so he doesn’t even realize, but if the girls (or Toby, or even Steve, too) catch anyone being homophobic towards their friend they will attack that asshole on sight. Especially Mary and Steve

Random person on the street: Ha, *slur*

Marry: WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HIM BITCH???

Krel: Marry its fine, it’s not that big of a dealoHSEKLOSANDGAYLENMARYGETOFFOFHIM

Marry: SAY IT AGAIN ASSHAT, I D A R E YOU

Claire and Darci: *trying to hold Mary back* maRY NO

Steve: THATS MY NINJA KICKING SPACE ANGEL GIRLFRIEND'S BROTHER BUTTSNACK I'LL END YOU

Toby: *now chasing after Steve to stop him* stEVE NO

Mary would 100% find out who the rando is and destroy their life on social media. Like she would leak their job, phone number, email, school/college (if applicable) to her thousands of followers and absolutely ruin them with no remorse. And honestly, good for her

Also whilst on the subject, Krel can not drive or cook for 2 reasons: 1. Hes gay and 2. He’s a prince so he’s never had to do either before

Like he can obviously do math but that’s it.

Proof? That one scene in Wizards when Douxie had him drive the airship. You know the one.

Coach Lawrence refuses to get in a car with him at Drivers Ed after the 3rd day Krel shows up.

Krel gets addicted to sugary coffee shop-esc drinks thanks to Darci. Not coffee cause we saw in 3Below Part 1 that he doesnt like coffee, but refreshers, coolattas, frappuccinos etc…? Definitely.

As for warm drinks, he’s more of a tea person.

Moving on

He face calls Aja everyday because he really misses her

He tells her all about school and his friends and whatever and Aja tells him about the changes she’s making to the A5 government

Thanks to the wormhole they visit each other often. Sometimes Steve tags along cause he misses his ninja kicking space queen angel girlfriend. (And Eli, but that's also for another post)

They take turns housing Luug.

Krel genuinely loves it on earth, but he hates the primitive technology so he begs Aja to send him supplies and materials for his projects.

He would 10000% apply to HexTech for an after school job. Seeing his reaction to HT in Wizards and the fact that “Akaridion tech and magic are so compatible”, he would be the perfect addition to the HT staff.

The Wizards wouldn’t be sure at first but after he shows them A5 tech and Douxie’s email of recommendation about the time loop thing they made together, the wizards are like “oh yeah we definitely keeping this kid. This is going to be so much fun.”

Their inventions become more and more extravagant because Krel can and he's just extra and the wizards love it.

He would definitely find a way to use magic using A5 tech. But he would have to study magic in order to figure out how, so the wizards help him learn all about magic. And since he's learned everything there is to learn about science and technology and whatever, he's super excited to learn about something completely different and interesting. The wizards are happy to teach him. He would be the first Akaridion to learn and use magic

Like he would make his own staff with his serrator and everything. He's like "earn a staff? Nah fuck that going to make my own"

Speaking of which he really likes human swear words. But he doesnt know when it is and isn't inappropriate to say these swear words so he's gotten in trouble a few times for swearing at the wrong time

For example:

Ms. Janeth: excuse me Mr. Tarron?

Krel: what the fuck do you want?

Everyone in the room: krEL NO

Anyway, back to Krel at HT, thanks to Toby, he would definitely have a bowl of candy in his little lab. More like multiple jars of different candy just scattered around the room. Small candy like fun sized chocolate and skittles and jelly beans and whatever

And a mini fridge, of course.

Steve, Toby and Arrrgh come over to the lab alot to mess around.

Toby has a lot of sci-fi requests for Krel to make

Toby: do you think you can make a shrink ray? Laser blasters? Invisible ray? My own hoverboard? My own serrator *gASP* WITH A WARHAMMER SETTING???? WITH SPACE ARMOR TO MATCH???!!!???!

Krel: Toby you already have a warhammer and armor why do you need more?

Toby: I dont have a space warhammer and armor Krel!!!!!!

Going back to school life, I feel like Krel would take an interest in Spanish class. I mean, his human form is latino and in Trollhunters (I'm pretty sure the lightning in a bottle episode) he said "Si" in response to a question someone asked him, so I feel like he would like to learn another human language.

I also feel like he would just like to learn about Latin American culture in general since Mother gave him that form. He'd like to get in touch with his human self.

Claire (when she isnt busy Trollhunting with Jim and the gang) is happy help him learn about Latin American culture and help him with his Spanish.

Krel, being a fast learner, becomes fluent quickly with a perfect accent.

Señor Uhl, who already liked the Tarrons to begin with, would really appreciate this.

Claire's dad would also appreciate this.

Since he has such a fascination with human music, Krel would especially love Latin American music. Specifically reggaeton, since its kind of like techno music in a way and he already likes techno music.

And naturally, he learns to dance. All the styles of latin american dances. And he becomes quite the favorite on the dance floor.

He and Claire become great dance partners cause they both have the natural Latino rhythm and because Jim respects and trusts his girlfriend he doesnt mind them dancing together at parties and stuff

Although, Jim does ask for dance help at some point cause it looks like fun and he wants to dance with his beautiful talented incredible amazing gf and Krel is happy to teach him and anyone else who wants dance help.

GUITAR LESSONS with Douxie cause in 3Below Krel said he really wanted to learn how to play guitar, steals Shannon’s guitar from the bonfire and is seen multiple times strumming it throughout the series. So of course this is included.

Toby introduces Krel to YouTube and Krel instantly makes his own channel.

of course his channel is called DJ Kleb and he posts his tracks and remixes. and maybe even some vlogs

its a little slow at first, only Arcadia Oaks students are subscribed to it but Mary blows it up by posting one of Krel’s tracks on her own social media and now he has thousands of subscribers

he also gained other forms of social media like Instagram and Tiktok, platforms to post his music

At this point every girl in school wants to be friends with Krel but not in the toxic GBF (gay best friend) way, girls just genuinely think he's 10x more interesting than every other boy in Arcadia Oaks

I think that's it for now sorry this is really long I just really love Krel and I had so many ideas. Feel free to add on!!

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Dance, Dance

Part Five: The Sound of Music

Based off this post that you really need to read for context!

Pairings: Analogical and Royality (past sleeplogical)

Characters: Virgil, Patton, Logan, Roman, Sleep/Remy, Deceit/Dominic, October/Toby, September/Ember

Warnings: domestic abuse, swearing, sexual humor, crude comments, bullying, making out, abusive deceit, mentions of vomiting (just one word), step parents, food mentions, rejection, logan’s kind of an asshole to virgil, and possibly something else

A/N: a few people asked me about dominic using both she/her and he/him pronouns, and the explanation is that it’s just me fucking things up. like, that’s it. you can hc him however you want, idc, but I’m just stupid. also, chris is from Sleep is for the Weak

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Logan had been buzzing with anticipation all weekend over who his mystery guy could be, and he could tell that it was getting on Roman’s nerves no matter how much he claimed to be a sucker for a good romance, but it was just… He was absolutely captivated, and the only clue that he had towards the identity of his mystery man was an iPod. That in and of itself should be a huge clue because, honestly, who had an iPod in 2018, but that was just it. Who even had an iPod? Not a single person that he could think of.

With that dead-end in mind, Logan turned to yearbooks. He knew that there was a possibility that he had danced with a freshman or sophomore, but he obviously didn’t have access to yearbooks from the previous year, so he had to rely on his own freshman and sophomore yearbooks. Those, too, came up with a dead-end. He found someone close--Patton King--who, in sophomore year, had dyed his full head bright blue, but the bouncy curls were completely different to the light waves in the hair of whomever he had danced with.

Logan had begrudgingly told Roman that they would have to take this search more public. Sure, there were mysteries that Logan simply wouldn’t be able to solve, but this one was so much more complicated than he had originally thought, and he was certainly going to need help.

“Hey, um, Mx. Elliott…”

“Oh, Logan! Welcome back to school--though, I’m a bit hurt that it took you this long to come and visit me.”

Logan blushed a bit. He felt bad about not visiting, but there were only so many hours in the day where he had time off. “I’m so sorry, Mx. I promise that I’ll stop here more often.” There was an awkward pause as Logan thought of what to say next. “So… How is Mitchell doing?”

“Oh. I broke up with him for good. I took yours and Joan’s advice, and I kicked him out of my apartment about six weeks ago.” They fiddled a bit with the sleeve of their sweater uncomfortably. For years, Elliott had been a good friend of Logan’s, but they were dating this awful guy named Mitchell for just as long. Elliott’s self esteem was ripped to shreds time and time again, and they had a hard time listening to their cousin, Joan, and Logan’s advice.

“I’m very proud of you for doing that. I’m sure that it took a lot of strength, and I’m glad that you’ve gotten your life back into your own hands.” Logan paused and held out the iPod. “However, I didn’t come here merely to talk pleasantries. I need to find someone. I danced with him at the ball, and he dropped this, and--”

Elliott smirked. “And you fell in love?”

“What? No! No, of course not.” Tick. “Well…” Tock. “Maybe…” Tick. “But it’s none of your business!”

“You literally came here for my assistance, Logan. It is by definition my business now.”

“Hush! Just--Roman--PA!” Logan pushed Roman, who had been standing there silently, at the PA system to make the announcement.

And, in normal Roman fashion, it was ridiculously extra. “Ladies, lords, and non-binary royalty, The Prince is on the mic to ask you all formally if you have seen a handsome lad who ditched my best friend Logie--”

“Logie?!”

Roman covered the microphone with his hand as he hissed, “Logan didn’t rhyme there!”

“Shut up and hand over the mic,” Logan growled as he pushed Roman out of the chair and sat down. “Hello. It’s me, Logan Parker.” He took a deep, calming breath. “On Saturday, I danced with one of the most amazing people. You left in a hurry, and you ended up dropping your iPod on the ground. In all honesty, it was the best night of my life, and I want to give you back your iPod, so… if you are able to name the top four songs on your playlist, I’ll return the iPod to you. And maybe we can get coffee or something. Roman and I will be sitting in the center of the cafeteria at lunch so that we can find you.” He unclicked the on button of the PA, and sat back.

“You Gucci, Specs?” Roman asked.

“Yeah. I think so. This should be easy.”

“Okay, Chris. Go.” Logan felt every ounce of his soul drain from his body as his eyes flicked over to the dozens of students lined up to try and prove that they were his mystery guy.

“‘Livin’ la Vida Loca,’ ‘Maria,’ ‘She Bangs,’ and ‘Shake Your Bon-Bon.’ All by Ricky Martin.”

Logan swiped at a puddle of tears that had been left on the lunchroom table with his hand. “Sorry, but that isn’t it.”

The boy stormed off, and Logan let his head fall into his hands. This was a disaster. Logan mentally kicked himself for not being able to recognize who he was looking for right off the bat. He was such an idio--

“Hey, Lo. Do you want me to go around the line and kick out the excesses?” Roman whispered gently.

“God, please do.” Logan looked up; he felt like he was going to cry. “They’re all the same cookie-cutter Hollywood guys, Ro. That guy from the ball was special, but… what if I can’t find him?”

“Are you kidding? You are the Logan Parker! I have no doubt in my mind that we’ll find him.” He smiled. “I think he helped pull you out of your slump. There’s no way I’m letting a guy like that go.”

“Thanks, Roman.”

“Hey, what else is a prince for?”

Virgil shivered as he felt cold water drip down the back of his neck, no doubt staining it with streaks of purple. He had been unlucky enough to fall asleep during his second block class, and one of his asshole classmates got their hands on some glitter glue and wrote transphobic slurs in his hair. It was pretty standard for shit like that to happen, but Virgil had only dyed his hair again yesterday to it’s full purple potential, so it sucked that he had to wash it again. And Patton was pissed. That was pretty normal, too.

“If that teacher had known any better, she would have reported that guy for harassment!”

“Pat, just leave it. She was doing what would protect me from the wrath of administration. If she had reported him, she would have had to explain why I didn’t stop him, which would have gotten me in trouble, and I probably would have been taken out of school by Dominic. I’m already on thin enough ice. Mrs. Larsen was helping me.” Virgil began to ascend the cafeteria stairs, slipping around people who were stationed on the sides.

“That’s still such bullsh--”

Virgil pulled Patton to the side of the stairs with enough force to dislocate a shoulder. “Shut the fuck up for a second and look.”

“Holy--”

“I didn’t think he’d actually do it!” A dozen yards away sat the longest line of people that Virgil had ever seen outside of a Black Friday sale at the Gucci store in Los Angeles. And there was Logan at the head. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Virge, you’ve gotta go down there and tell him before someone starts a riot!”

“No!” Virgil turned to Patton. “No way.”

Patton wildly gestured at Logan. “He said that it was the best night of his life.”

“Yeah. Until he finds out that it was me.” He threw another glance at Logan. “Let’s just go.”

Virgil and Patton continued to their classes, but underneath the stairs, Toby and Ember had heard everything.

The second that Virgil entered the house, Toby and Ember were there to intercept him.

“Look at you, acting all innocent!” Toby snarled. Virgil needed to know that they weren’t going to let him steal Logan away.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Virgil looked confused and tried to evade the twins.

“Oh,” Ember said, gripping Virgil’s arm tightly. “We know it was you at the ball with Logan.”

There was a short pause before Virgil said, “You guys are crazy.”

“No, actually, you’re the crazy one if you think that we’re going to let you end up with Logan, you weird stalker!”

“And if you tell him that it was you,” Toby interjected, waving one of the copies of Virgil’s video in the air. “Your video will be everywhere. Hello, YouTube!”

Virgil scoffed. “You guys can barely work the toaster, let alone YouTube.”

“Try us.”

Ember pushed Virgil away. “Go make dinner. We’re hungry.”

Virgil stared at the twins for a few moments and walked away. Toby turned and went to the door.

“Hey, Toby, where’re you going?”

Toby froze. “None of your business, Ember! I mean, uh, nowhere. For a walk… Uh, outside.”

“Oh. Okay, bye!”

“Yeah, bye.” Toby slipped out the front door and went straight to Virgil’s room. “Playlist. I need to find that playlist.”

Clothes, pencils, notebooks, and everything in between was scattered through Virgil’s room as Toby searched. For twenty minutes, he found nothing, until…

“Aha! Hidden in plain sight, of course!” He lifted up a pillow and found an old Macbook. Without a second of hesitation, he opened it up and went to iTunes. “Okay… ‘Dying in LA,’ ‘Save Rock and Roll,’ ‘Freeze Your Brain,’ ‘Defying Gravity,’ and ‘Bohemian Rhapsody.’ Perfect!” He scribbled the titles onto the back of his right hand and went to make his leave, but the door swung open right as he was about to open it, and he was flung into the wall.

Ember sauntered into the room and gasped when he saw the laptop. He picked it up to find the songs, but it tumbled right out of his hands and onto the floor. It was obvious from the loud cracking sound that the laptop wasn’t going to be useable anymore.

“Can you give me a hint as to what genre the songs are?” Chris asked, pressing closer to Roman and Logan. “Are they emo? Metal? Electroclash? Latin pop???”

“Okay, everyone! Disperse yourselves.” Roman hopped up from his seat at the table to usher people away. “Come back… after class or something. Logan’s going to take a break.”

Logan slumped in his seat and waited for Roman to return to speak. “I’m never going to find him. This is hopeless.”

“Hold up. What is this illogical garbage that I’m hearing from you, Logan?” Roman looked more offended than usual.

“It’s not illogical, though.” It was more of a question than a statement.

“It most certainly is! Say there’s an equal fifty-fifty distribution of males and females at our school--excluding the lovely non-binaries, which would make up around 1% of our school, probably. That means that there are about 750 males at our school currently. Sure, the odds don’t seem great, but there’s a chance. Therefore, Logan, we must keep hope that you will find your prince.” Roman smirked. “Logical enough for you, Specs?”

Logan smiled a bit. “Go away.”

“Nah. I’d never ditch my best friend, Lo--”

“Logan Parker!”

“Toby,” Roman sighed, standing up to escort the twin away. “Dude, Logan is on a break. Please come back during business hours, or you can send a letter that will be processed in five to seven business days.”

“Oh, of course. I’m actually in the mood for a prince…” Toby flirtatiously traced his finger on Roman’s collar.

“Are you serious?”

“No! Get out of my way!” Roman was flung backwards with a surprising amount of force, and Logan was only able to stare at his best friend as Toby approached. “I’m The One, Logan!”

Logan didn’t even have the energy to muster a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

“I can prove it. I know all of the songs on the playlist.”

“Of course. Do go on.”

Toby smiled a dazzling smile. Well, dazzling in the blinding way with his bright orange, sparkly braces bands. “‘Dying in LA,’ ‘Save Rock and Roll,’ ‘Freeze Your Brain,’ ‘Defying Gravity,’ and ‘Bohemian Rhapsody!’”

Roman rejoined Logan and whispered, “This is impossible. Right?”

“Ha! I’m right! Kiss me!” Toby surged forward, and Logan almost fell backwards trying to evade him.

“Woah, holy--wait!” Logan held Toby at arm’s length. “You’ve got to dance first.”

“What?!” Toby spluttered. “But--I already told you the songs! That’s all you asked. And I’m not warmed up, and there’s no music!”

Roman sighed dramatically, hanging off of Logan. “Logan, darling, he’s obviously not the one you’re looking for. I mean, he can’t even dance for you.”

“Oh, you’re right!” Logan swerved around Toby. “Well, see ya!”

“No, wait!” Toby grabbed Logan’s hand and spun him back to the table. “I love to dance!”

Logan watched in horror-filled awe as Toby started to “dance” in harsh, seizing motions. In all honesty, he hadn’t expected anything like that. Roman, completely unfazed, decided that it was time to leave, and he dragged Logan away as Toby continued to dance.

Logan was tired. He was really fucking tired of having being, well… for being Logan Parker. It honestly just sucked to be famous. Which sounded stupid and pretentious, but it was true. People fawned over him, and he just wanted some coffee, but there was only shitty canned espresso in an overpriced vending machine, so here he was. In a random hallway getting coffee. He jabbed at the coffee button and leaned down to grab the can. As he stood up, he came face to face with Ember standing in what he could only construe as a seductive position against the vending machine.

“Woah, okay, Ember…”

“Ready to meet your mystery guy, Logan?”

“You know the songs, too? God, can I just catch a break?” Logan ran a hand through his hair and started to walk away, but Ember tugged him back.

What is with these twins and tugging people around?

“But I’m the real freaking one! And I freaking love you, so you’d better freaking love me back, you freaking freak!” Ember yelled. Logan blinked a few times at the outburst.

“Way, way, way deep inside, I’m sure that you’re a… decent person, Ember, but I’ve really got to go--”

“I can prove it!” He threw his backpack on the ground with a dull plop. “Through dance!”

Before Ember could even get very far into his equally as awful dance, Logan ditched the scene, eager to find Roman to get out of the school for his off period.

“Oh my god, Virge. I can’t believe the twins would hold that video against you! You were literally eleven.”

Virgil ate another spoonful of frosting from the tub that Patton had bought him, glaring out the windshield at nothing in particular. “What do I do? I don’t want Logan to think that I’m a fucking stalker! Not to mention the fact that he obviously doesn’t remember me from pre-transition, so he’d find out about that, too. People like me don’t belong with people like him.”

“Look,” Patton said seriously; although, the off-kilter blue bow in his hair made it a little difficult to actually take him seriously. “You and Logan clicked out there on the dancefloor. You have to talk to him.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yuh huh--oh, look!” Patton pointed out the window at Roman and Logan passing by. “It’s showtime, Virgil! You’ve got this.”

“Yeah! I can do this.” Virgil reached over to open the door, but he whipped around again. “Wait, you know what? Let’s get some food first.”

“Yeah, no,” Patton deadpanned.

“Fuck, fine!” Virgil rushed out of the van before he chickened out and walked over to Logan’s car. “Hey, Logan. I need to tell you something really important.”

“Oh!” Logan smiled charmingly, and damn this stupid crush that Virgil had. “Hello. You work for Dominic, correct?”

“What? No! That’s not what--”

Roman, from the other side of the car, giggled. “You had shrimp in your hair.”

Virgil glared at him. “Well, I mean… Yeah, that was me, but that isn’t what I wanted to say.” He took a deep breath. “I’m--”

“Oh my god!” Logan threw his hands in the air in frustration. “Seriously? Dominic is relentless. First Toby, then Ember, and now you, too?” He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. “Just… I’m looking for someone, okay? I don’t have time to talk. Especially not about that stupid duet. I’ve gotta go… It was nice seeing you.”

Roman and Logan sat in their seats, and Virgil took a few steps back as they pulled out. He watched them for a few seconds before racing back to Patton’s van. Without hesitation, he whipped open the door and grabbed his back and skateboard from the floor.

“I told you, Pat.”

“Oh my god, he blew you off!”

Virgil sighed and backed away a bit. “Whatever.” He slammed the door shut and skated off, ignoring the tears that fell down his cheeks.

Part Six

#dance dance fic #cinderella!au #why bother tagging anything else because it's not going to show up in searches amirite #m writes things

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vertigoambrosia · 6 years

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shotgunnn

when is that munster show even?

previously, on shotgun: these lil shits

“but first, let’s hear from the belt thieves” lmao

who ricky marvin

that reference: NOT FRESH

funny that the worst they could come up with for pete is ‘he got injured’

dragan wearing a depression hoodie

:3 a wholesome chant

ok drunk boys let him speak

god some people just don’t know when to shut up when a dude’s doing a promo

wait did he get ‘7th heaven’ mixed up with ‘cloud nine’? awww

and nobody is surprised

i need to watch some of these old events, if for nothing else than the fact that i find baby walter completel hilarious for some reason

ok jeremy graves doesn’t 100% trust emil as a face either

i like this match but i do get a lil weary of dragan getting dominated for ten minutes, regardless of whether he wins or not

idk i just want a bit more back and forth

dragan go! no pose! just cover!

well now dodge!

SIGH

idk that much pause before the attempt at a finish/cover seemed forced

wait omg ivan

jay fk cost him his place in the shotgun tournament but he says beating up pete was the ‘step too far’

wow what a great boyfriend

yaaas ilja promo

ilja: everyone wants to fight me it’s like fucking valhalla

we all know what response andy’s gonna have re: his stamina, don’t we?

‘he turned into a ninja, i stuck with wreslting’

the cravat suplex is a weird finisher

i would be really happy if lufisto stuck around in wxw and won the title

is melanie wearing a fresh prince shirt?

avalanche: lbr, this is us defending against rise while we punish some shitty little boys

holy shit what if jay fk become champs

oh wait i don’t think this is for the title

holy shit i got up to do something and completely got distracted so i’m writing this like two hours later

anyway

lil boys talking all the shit like everyone else in the ring doesn’t want to fuck them up real bad

this is the only time i have liked the ‘anyone can tag anyone’ thing

but even so 3 WAY TAGS ARE CONFUSING

auf die fressen!

ah yeah it’s non title

but wait...aren’t jay fk still #1 contenders?

wow biefield u didn’t do the funf count

lmao jeremy keeps calling jayfk deviants and i wonder if that’s used more loosely in the uk or something???

cause jay fk are a lot of things but i wouldn’t default to ‘sex perverts’

or at least, not based on their heel turn

eek was julian really hurt? that looked nasty and both him and robert and like, gone

hi please let rise win tho my boys need wins

that jay skillet is a BAD INFLUENCE

poor ivan

HAHAHA BOUNCER AND SKILLET ABANDONING FRANCIS

AUF DIE FRESSEN FOR REAL

never gonna get tired of ivan’s leg lariat from far above

YAAAAAY

MY BOYS WON

also totally jelly of ffrancis i would like pete bouncer to be on top of me

OH NO

HAHAHAHAHAHA

boys no!

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conspiracvvvvv-blog · 7 years

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so you know, now that i’ve officially gotten into the whole ~1x1~ thing, i’ve decided to make a wishlist thingy, since i, for the life of me, cannot seem to find where all y’all find those plot bunny things??? so below are some faces i wanna play, play against annnnnd some plots/dynamics.

to play—

gal gadot

nina dobrev

ryan guzman

rebecca rittenhouse

ana de armas

luke mitchell

emrata

chris wood

poppy drayton

ricky whittle

nico tortorella

jenna dewan tatum

stella maeve

theo james

casey deidrick

shiloh fernandez

to play against—

ryan guzman

candice accola

theo james

bill skarsgard

chloe bennett

jamie dornan

phoebe tonkin

gal gadot

amber heard

chris wood

jesse williams

michael b jordan

bob morley

diego luna (especially with a nina, eep)

dominic sherwood

wanted plots/dnymaics—

CHECK THIS TAG FOR OTHERS.

plot based off the movie FLATLINERS where it’s two (or more if you wanna npc them) incredibly intelligent med students agree to stop each other’s hearts then bring each other back so they can record what happens when they die. but after that, weird things start happening. (this is a bit more supernatural, so keep that in mind.)

plot based off AS ABOVE SO BELOW and two archeologists go to explore the catacombs in paris and are set to be spending a month or more down there, using the resources they bring and those that have been set down there by other visitors down there. but when they get there, they end up getting stuck and we can either add the supernatural spin to it or just have them stuck and searching for a way out / to survive.

a ROYAL, FLING TURNED MARRIAGE PLOT where one is the prince of sweden and fourth in line for the throne, meets a girl while vacationing in the french rivera. the two start a secret fling that turns into more when they have a spur of the moment wedding while traveling around. they then return to his home in sweden and the family hates her. like they despise her and eventually, after a few months of nonstop hate, she leaves in the night and cuts off contact. we can then plot more on how they meet up again or where they go from there.

a plot based off the show FAMOUS IN LOVE where one, regular girl goes to a cattle call and ends up getting the lead role in a highly anticipated movie series. she ends up having extreme sexual tension with the male lead and the two even kissed in her call back. but they try to keep it professional once filming begins and that, on top of all the stress of being this newly turned actor, who’s interested in this fuck boy co star, causes a lot of drama and angsty things.

anything SUPERNATURAL (the genre not show) so we could legit do tvd based plots and even do our own remake of stelena’s epic love story but in different ways and different faces even. or we could a creepy, haunted like supernatural where someone goes missing or creepy things keep happening in a house or they are ghost hunters because tbh, i’ve been watching buzzfeed unsolved supernatural.

a plot based off YOUNGER where one character is old, missed out on their life but ends up trying to relive their early/mid twenties by changing their style and pretending to be younger. but then they meet a younger person they are interested in and begin dating and it’s like oops, one day you’re gonna find out about me actually being like 35+ and then what!?

Mafia related plots — civilian and mod son/daughter dynamic, cop and mod affliate dynamic, rival mafia dynamic

Something based off of Life As We Know It

biker gang plots??? those can be fun???

plot based off of A CINDERELLA STORY but like more modern and with older muses sooo like... one of our characters sees the other’s number written on a bathroom stall. They get the idea to fuck with the person and text them, but the two end up taking a liking to one and begin a texting relationship. Neither bothers to ask for pictures or even each other’s name, as well. Eventually, the two meet by accident but don’t realize who the other is, and they end up don’t liking one another in person, but continue the texting, not realizing. After awhile, they agree to meet and it’s like wait, you’re that annoying person I met once??

a MEMORY LOSS plot where one of the characters was in a fire and lost all their autobiographical memories and doesn’t remember the other character. they could’ve been exes who were really important or married or going to get married and this just ruined everything. now they are dealing with all that.

we could do chance encounter plots and see where they take us, because those really just let chemistry flow.

a LUCAS AND PEYTON or even a HALEY AND NATHAN plot. so it’s always been you sort of thing and now they are meeting back up after years apart or something like that. or we got married and had a kid in high school and we can add angst into it somehow.

a plot where... im married to your sibling or dating your sibling and oops, i kissed you the night of one of our parties and now i can’t stop thinking about you??? and i know it’s wrong but ugh you’re like a drug to me. what do i do!?

a IM UNDERCOVER BUT IM FALLING FOR YOU plot where one character is an undercover cop and taking the persona of someone and pretending to be someone else to blend in. but they blend in too well and fall in love with someone but oops, our relationship is pretty much based off a lie and one day you’ll find out.

a plot where IM ON THE RUN AND YOU’RE MY SALVATION. say one character is in a biker gang or one character is trying to escape a crime they didn’t commit but were apart of or like a bad, toxic relationship and they go to a whole new state and town and meet someone who ends up protecting them and helping them with their new life.

NEWLY ADDED—

Firefighter x Civilian thread — maybe they go on a blind date or something first and it just goes awful or are neighbors who don’t get along, just something to where they don’t like one another. But then there’s a car accident and the civilian person is involved and the care is catching fire and the firefighter is a witness and tried to run and save them. They successfully save them and after that, they spend every day for like a week plus, checking up on the person and they end up getting closer? Possibly more?

Strangers in Vegas — one character is like a big world traveler, loves adventure and the other is just not like that at all. they’re very responsible and reserved and focused....but, they recently got out of a divorce. and when they randomly meet the carefree character in a bar one night, they get to talking and that same night the carefree character is like, drop everything, we’re going to vegas. and boom, there they go.

literally anything. these are just some ideas. more to be added, of course! if any of them interest any of you, hit me up!

#1x1 #kelly's wishlist #idk what to tag this...... but yes all my lovely followers / mutuals who 1x1 #check this out if you wanna rp with me <3333333

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