#placeholder name but i think it suits them

[canis-dies]

grab ur torches grab ur pitchforks its name hunting time...

#despite their placeholder name being chrysanthemum i think a shorter name would suit them better...

[allfearstofallto]

Sweetheart <3

Yandere! Scaramouche x fem! Reader

Synopsis: You have a strange lover with no name, who you dub sweetheart

Word count: 2.7k

TW: Yandere, obsession, manipulation, stalking

Chimes. That's how you knew he was coming, a noise that could only be coming from him. What sounded like wind chimes in the air would make your ears perk up. The large, lavish hat that he wore to protect him from the sun and the rain, had little bells on them that jingled and sang when he walked.

“A song just for you,” he once said while placing the hat on your head and you giggled with shy, girlish delight. The weight of it was heavier than you'd expected, but it smelled of him. A scent you could bask in.

You called him sweetheart. A name that he rolled his eyes and scoffed at the first time you said it. You told him time and time again that you didn't know his name, nor did he give you something to call him, so you came up with a placeholder, until he decided to open up to you. Sweetheart. You referred to him as sweetheart.

Whether or not he hated the name was debatable. He told you many times that a pet name as soft as that didn't suit someone like him, but he never explained what that meant. He never told you what someone like him was, he never told you anything about himself, not his name, not where he was from, and not even what he did for work. What little he told you about himself, was barely enough to decipher him.

But what you could see was that he was beautiful. He insisted that he hated you incessant compliments, but you could see a meek smile form on his lips after all of your flattering words. Hair that looked like the night sky and skin paler than sand itself. You often compared him to finely crafted statues or even works of art and he would call that nonsense. But you could see the way your words made him glance at himself in the mirror.

He had a tendency of just showing up at your door. You would hear that familiar song of wind chimes and smell citrus in the air and he'd be there. You'd open the door and see him standing there with his arms crossed and his usual frown on his face, an expression that you didn't think suited his soft, delicate features.

“Sweetheart!” You called out to him. His cheeks already flushed from your brazen display of affection and all he did was turn his nose up at you, his way of hiding flustered you were making him.

You wrapped your arms around him, taking in his sweet scent, and begrudgingly, he did the same,“You said you'd write to me,” your voice was a bit sadder now with your face buried in his chest.

His travels took him far, yes, but never once did he send you a letter and he never told you where you could send one to. When he left, it was like he was vanishing into thin air, as a creation of your own mind and when he came back, it was without warning.

“I said I'd try,” he pulled away from the hug and walked into your home like he owned the place, eyeing the small space over as he did every time he visited. It was almost like he was looking for something, or someone, but he knew you lived alone.

You shut and locked the door, trying not to seem disappointed by the way he was acting. At times you questioned if he really liked you. The way he responded towards you was nothing short of disinterest. He turned away from you kisses and stood stiffly in your hugs. Affection from him was a rare gem, but one you cherished.

“I wasn't aware that you liked flowers,” he had stepped into your living room and was staring at a vase filled with a buslte of silk flowers that were sitting near the window. He was rubbing the petals between his fingertips, while waiting for your answer, a disgusted look on his face.

You tilted your head to the side in confusion, “Oh!” You smiled as the change in conversation piqued your interest, very seldom did he mention the decor of your home, “Those were given to me!”

“Given?” He repeated beneath his breath while still rubbing the flower petals, “by whom?”

His face was turned away from you, but you could hear it in his voice. He was angry. The way he was muttering his words, how his shoulders stayed tense, he shook his head a little, even clicked his tongue, all for sure signs that he wasn't happy with what you'd said.

“By…by no one, sweetheart,” you said with a forced, playful chuckle.

He picked the vase up and held it to the light, humming in distaste, “Is that so?”

You nodded quickly.

“If no one gave them to you, we can just get rid of them right?” He didn't wait for your response, just waltzed across the room with ease and dropped the entire vase in the trash, “If you want flowers, I'll bring you some when I come back again.”

When he comes back. You hated when he said those words. They make your heart sink to your stomach. When he came back? Who knew when that would be and it's not like he'd ever tell you where he was going.

“When…when will that be?” You asked hopefully. Every time you asked the questions, you got a response of soon, someday, and whenever I'm near, but never a true answer.

“Must you ask the same things over and over again,” the annoyance in his voice was palpable and he shot a harsh look at you. The thick red eyeliner around his eyes only making his sharp gaze even more menacing.

You liked him. You did. You liked his shy, bashful demeanor. You liked his beauty that could rival that of the finest paintings. And you thought you liked the mystery of him. You thought you did, until you realized how hard it was getting answers from him. Until you realized that with the way things were going, you would truly never know anything about him. Until you realized that even his name, was a luxury you'd probably never receive.

“I just want to know you,” you muttered softly.

“You know enough,” he stepped closer to you until the two of you were face to face. His eyes, those blue orbs that looked deeper than the ocean, were hard to read. A mixture of hesitation, confliction, anger, and a little sorrow.

You couldn't open your mouth to ask what he meant. He was already kissing you. His lips were soft and tasted sweet like fruit, and his kisses were always passionate. His cherry pink lips danced across yours as you slowly began to sink into the kiss.

When it ended, you were left longing. Your eyes stayed closed for a moment too long and only fluttered open after you began to feel his breath against your damp lips. You wanted to say more, but you couldn't. You didn't know what to say. You didn't even know how you could begin a conversation over this.

“Could I at least know your name?” You asked him and you watched his face fall again.

He sighed and pretended to ignore your question, not even bothering to give it the time of day. And that was an answer enough.

Your sweetheart stayed for different amounts of time. Sometimes it was days, sometimes it was weeks, sometimes, it was just a few hours. He let you know when he was leaving, but never told you when he was coming back, and today was the same.

He left you home by giving you another passionate kiss on the lips and a promise to come back before you knew it. You watched the tassels on his hat sway in the wind as he just walked, his form growing farther and farther away until he was just a spec in the distance and then you were all alone again, contemplating what had just happened.

Time waited for no one, and you were included in that statement. When your purple haired sweetheart came to visit, you'd neglect your work as an apothecary to spend time with him. You supposed that's what he was to you. An escape from your mundane life. A mystery you'd never solve, but a passionate one nonetheless.

You gathered all the medicines you made to sell and walked towards the direction of the city. Liyue harbor was bustling, as it always was. Day or night, it was a city that seemed to never sleep. You loved to watch the vibrant way the people moved from your little house on a hilltop, far away from civilization.

It was truly a blessing and a curse. You did grow lonesome out in the mountains, but you had easier access to herbs and flora that normal people wouldn't be able to get their hands on. Plus…being in the city has a way of making your skin crawl.

There was this prickly feeling on the back of your neck that followed you as you walked through the streets and alleyways. A feeling of being watched, of eyes on you somewhere, but you didn't know where. There were people in every direction you turned, all with their own stories and their own lives, going their own way, none of them seemed to focus on you. And yet the feeling never left.

Although you walked alone, you found yourself picking up and listening to the conversations of those around you. Talks of trade and contracts interested you when you had no one to talk to.

But you also heard other whispers. Whispers of things like crime, loan sharks, and most specifically, the Fatui. By the archons above you, you promised to never get yourself involved in any business with the Northland bank. Owned an operated by the Fatui themselves, they gave out deals that seemed too good to be true, and that's because they were.

The harbinger over the bank was one that made you tremble in fear over just the thought of him. You'd never met him in person yourself, but you'd seen him parading through the streets. He has a face that would make girls swoon, but only the ones that didn't know his true intentions.

“The balladeer came through the city again recently,” you heard one lady speak in a hushed whisper.

“The one that wears the fancy hat?”

That's what made you stop in your tracks and you concentrated on that name: The Balladeer? It was one you'd never heard before. You couldn't help, but to stop at the corner, holding your baskest of medicinal herbs close to your chest as you eavesdropped on their conservative out of curiosity of the familiar description.

“Yeah, that's him! He just left a couple days ago,” you felt your heart began to pound a bit quicker now, your mouth going dry. Your sweetheart had left just a mere three days ago.

“Too bad he's Fatui,” she said with with a disheartened sigh, “His face is heavenly, even with that frown he's always wearing.” you could feel yourself gasping for air. It couldn't be him, could it?

But the things lined up, just a little too well. The balladeer left when your sweetheart did, he was also seen wear a fancy hat. The pretty face with the rude expression. It would explain so much.

The secrecy. Why he constantly would leave and travel across Teyvat. His aggression towards you knowing more about him, his lack of a name. All of the pieces of the puzzle clicked together and hit you like a ton of bricks.

You weren't dating some mysterious stranger. You weren't dating “sweetheart”. Your current boyfriend was the balladeer, a Fatui harbinger, and a dangerous one at that from the way the ladies talked about him in hushed whispers.

You bit your lip as you tried to hold back tears. How could you be so stupid? After everything was said, it all made sense and you realized, truly realized the danger you'd put yourself in.

Rushing home, you didn't even sell your medicine for the day. You couldn't bring yourself to stay in the city any longer. Not when you knew that there were Fatui, his subordinates around.

The door to your home was locked and shut tight. The once comforting walls felt like they were closing in on you. The home that you welcomed him to, you let him visit whenever he pleased, you allowed him in with open arms. In this very home, he was lying to you.

A month went by before you saw him again. A month before you heard the chimes, the song that was just for you. A month before you smelt the citrus in the air. All tell tale signs that he was here. He was at your door.

Usually you'd swing that for open and jump into his arms. You kiss him and hug him, you'd drag him into your home and smother him with the affection he pretended to hate. But all you could do was stay as far away from the door as possible, hudded in a corner, you pretended not to know that he was there.

It was gentle at first. The knocking sound. He rarely knocked before, you always knew he was there before he even had the chance to.

“Hey! Open up!” You heard him call, his voice muffled by the wood of the door. Those hurried words of his were followed by more knocking, this time, louder and harder.

“(Y/N)! Open the door!” More loud knocking, enough to shake the house, “Why aren't you answering?!”

You bit your lip to muffle your cries. He was out there. The fatui harbinger. The balladeer. Your sweetheart. He was out there, begging to be let in. It was him, you told yourself, it was your lover. So, why were you so afraid?

The banging turned to the pounding and the pounding made the wood of the door start to splinter. You had slid further back into the corner of your home, covering your mouth to quiet yourself as your tears wet your hand.

Kick after kick after kick, until the door was barely hanging on by the hinges. He could finally see you, through a crack in the door. His face was red with rage, but his eyes were wide with worry and concern.

“I told you to open the door!” He yelled at you, finally kicking away the last piece of wood that kept you from him. His chest was heaving, but he didn't make a move towards you. In his hand, he was holding a bouquet of flowers, so tightly that the paper was crumpled, “Why... why are you hiding from me?”

You didn't answer his question. Looking at the man before you now, it wasn't your sweetheart. It wasn't your lover. It wasn't who you'd come to truly care for after these months. He really was the Balladeer.

You watch his face twist and contort with a mix of emotions. A scowl, a frown, a grimace. Fear and anger flicker across his face so quickly, it's like a blur. But then it settles. It all settles. A single tear down his cheek is the only sign left of sweetheart before his face turns to that neutral expression. That frown that didn't suit his heavenly features.

The flowers were dropped to the ground, wilted and forgotten, and he stepped closer to you, over what remnants of a door you had.

“You know?” He asked in pure disbelief, a pain in his eyes that you couldn't even describe, “You found out?”

Your trembling form wasn't enough to sway him. He was used to being looked at this way by others, but by you, it did hurt a bit more.

“Why didn't you tell me?” you whimpered between sobs. Your pathetic display obviously wasn't enough to melt his frozen heart. He merely kneeled in front of you, unaffected by the way you slinked away from him in fear of what he as a harbinger could do.

“Because I knew you would look at me like this,”

#yandere genshin #genshin #genshin x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin x you #yandere scaramouche #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere x you #scaramouche x reader

[springtime-creations]

Longwinded over-explanation as to why I DON'T think these Wanderful PreCure leaks are real or at the very least not be taken as 100% accurate if they are real.

POTENTIAL SPOILER FOR WANDERFUL PRECURE AHEAD!

As someone who's been into PreCure for almost a decade, and has been studying art in an informal setting (self taught artist go brrr) I've noticed some issues with these leaks.

First is obviously the names. Never in the entire history of PreCure have we had a cure whose name lines up with the title. No Cure Smile in Smile, no Cure Suite in Suite, no Cure Fresh in Fresh- you get my point. Cure Wonderful is a highly suspect name, however could still be real as PreCure is always experimenting. Cure Friendy on the other hand is WAY more egregious. Friendy isn't a word, and PreCure isn't known for making mistakes that bad. But it could have either slipped through the cracks OR as these photos look like prototypes that were meant to be destroyed, it's possible Friendy is a typo and she's meant to be Cure Friend, Cure Friendly, or an idea my phone gave me via autocorrect Cure Trendy. Any of which could fit my theorized theme of dog styling or the latter to with a blanket theme of dogs. But they could also be placeholder names. Fake names used to differentiate the characters before they're ready to start publishing their real names.

Secondly is the design. Although I'm not classically trained (see above for self taught artist go brrr) I have a good grasp on art fundamentals via independent study. I was wondering why the designs looked so off to me, and outside of it looking like it was traced off of Aikatsu, I realized that these silhouettes SUCK. Having a strong silhouette is an important aspect of making an identifiable cartoon character. Case and point, a few previous seasons compared with these leaks:

(Pardon the rough nature of the silhouettes, I had to make my own on my phone) without the details, I have no idea what I'm looking at with these designs. With previous seasons, the silhouettes themselves gave us an idea of the vibes or even themes for the upcoming season. Here though? I mean my crappy silhouette of Cure Wonderful made her pigtails look like a cat sitting on her head when I asked my boyfriend for input. These silhouettes are incredibly weak with their long hair basically ruining their design by hiding their dresses. Fun fact! These are the same issues I had with Colgate-chan- oh sorry Alear from Fire Emblem Engage that made me think those were fake too. The minor details were the only thing that separated them from other characters since their silhouette was awful.

Now weak silhouettes aren't always a crime against art, however for a piece of media that is meant to sell toys, is in animation, and for children? Yeah no you need a strong silhouette for the audience to easily identify. The only reason such a weak silhouette would work in PreCure is because no other Cure has one this bland. You can tell which PreCure is Cure Wonderful because "oh that's the least fun looking one". Since her charm comes from the details you can't see when it's just her silhouette, that means that although they're all still cute, they could have been MUCH cuter, which Toei is typically really good at.

So in conclusion, are these definitely fake? I'm not sure. Given these products were probably taken home without permission from the manufacturer, it's possible these leaks are one of three things.

1. An INCREDIBLY well done fake leak, potentially by Toei themselves since they do that sometimes.

2. Real prototypes made with VERY early drafts of the characters and placeholder names that were intended to be destroyed once the designs/names got updated.

3. This is the real deal and this is going to be a fairly weak season in terms of aesthetic.

I'm personally leaning towards 1 or 2 since PreCure usually has higher standards of production. But hey, this is just my theory regarding these leaks. I know one of my girlfriends loves Cure Friendy, and I'm always here for more green rep in PreCure. I'm still excited for this season even if the aesthetic might be a bit weak. If there's anything I've learnt from PreCure, it's that even the most casual of seasons can get real dark real quick and somehow still work. Didn't Cure Grace literally leave someone to die... idk I haven't been able to watch a full PreCure season since like Go! Princess first came out 😭 fuck I'm getting old-

#wonderful precure leaks #wonderful precure theory #wonderful precure spoiler #wonderful precure #precure 2024 #theory #hyperfixation #over analyzing #art analysis #design analysis #wanderful precure #wanderful precure 2024

[complexsaviour]

Milgram 4th Anniversary Art Analysis Part 1/3: Mikoto, Kazui, Shidou and Fuuta

I'm going to post these in a few parts since my analyses ended up getting so long...oops. Here's the first! Please let me know if I've slipped up at all or if you have anything to add.

Mikoto

Mikoto is standing very straight and to attention with his feet together, in the same way that he carefully curates his public persona and tries his best not to stand out. His suit jacket seems to be fully done up, all neatly and presentably, and he's similarly removed his stud earrings. Trying his best to come across as unproblematic, respectful and polite. But he's also standing a bit like a corpse in a coffin, holding his flowers like a dead man in his grave. This is probably related to Mikoto's associations with the Death tarot card (which does not in fact signify death but a new beginning — rebirth in a way) and his VD being titled 'John Doe' (that is, the placeholder name for an unidentified dead body) — perhaps a part of him died when his alter John was born? But that part of him was also reborn as someone bolder and stronger...Mikoto could also be considered a dead man walking, perhaps, working himself to death...he holds his bouquet in front of him in full view, just as he presents himself and his supposed crime since he has no memory of it — believing he has nothing to hide, trying to come across as trustworthy.

Kazui

Kazui is standing in contrapposto as he often does, only leaning his weight on half of his body — refusing to lean into both sides of himself. He also has his jacket half buttoned up, affording it a slightly more casual visual effect, and I think his tie is slightly loosened (half loosened?) in keeping with his half/half theme and general deliberately casual approach to most things. As seen in Cat and in other artwork of him, he is wearing a waistcoat underneath his suit jacket. I find it interesting that Kazui is consistently depicted with that extra layer in formalwear. Maybe I'm reading into things too much, but I wonder if it's to do with his devotion to trying to fulfil a masculine ideal — the three piece suit is often considered one of the most masculine forms of attire. It's also often associated with performance imagery, like the magic tricks we saw him doing in Cat. Unlike the others, he insists on that extra layer beneath his jacket — almost as if just to make sure he's really playing his role to the best of his ability. An extra layer of constriction, even beneath his jacket...anyways, he holds his bouquet with one hand — with only half of himself — sort of nonchalantly. His pose sort of reminds me of the way an actor might hold a prop he is planning to gesture with, which brings to mind Kazui's performative nature. Kazui holds his bouquet in front of himself, but his holding it with one hand makes it sort of feel like he's holding back a little. He isn't exactly outright presenting it to the viewer like some of the characters do, but he's also not actively trying to hide it (anymore?), which seems to be his attitude to the circumstances of his supposed crime as well — just as he implored us to find out and uncover the truth about him in his second voice drama.

Shidou

Shidou's body language is more open and relaxed than Mikoto and Kazui's, sort of reminiscent of the way his sprite's body language opened up in Trial 2 when he settled into his saviour/healer role in the second season. I also get the impression that his tie is the least loose of the five male characters, though I'm not exactly a tie expert — very intentional and meticulous, just like Shidou and his actions. Like Mikoto and Haruka, his buttons are all done up as far as I can tell (it's sort of difficult to see behind his bouquet to be fair, but that seems in character). I think this reflects how the three of them have a more decisive and resolute attitude to their crimes: while Mikoto insists he didn't do anything, both Haruka and Shidou admitted to killing from the very beginning, and all three of them were initially very accepting of their circumstances (albeit because Mikoto was in denial). Haruka and Shidou already committed to dressing up for the funeral from the very start— they both accepted their circumstances wholeheartedly, at least to begin with. Interestingly, he's the only one whose jacket is double breasted. I looked into this to see if there might be any particular significance to this choice, but I don't think I found anything of particular note except that it makes him stand out a bit, kind of like his straitjacket design's turtleneck style collar and long coat do. Double breasted jackets are associated with the navy, but I don't think that has much relevance to him as a character. As for Shidou's bouquet, he holds it just like a baby, cradling it close to himself with a sort of parental tenderness. It's in full view of the spectator and he makes no pretence about it. I think this reflects his attitude to his victims and to his crime — perhaps it implies that he considers his own children his victims, too? But I could also see this just reflecting his general attitude to lives — at least those of other people anyhow.

Fuuta

Fuuta's pose sort of reminds me of how a petulant teenager might stand at the funeral of a distant relative, irritated by the proceedings. It's quite open, like Shidou's, but much more defiantly so, leaning back slightly on one leg as if to challenge the viewer — sort of like a 'so what?' — much like he acted in Trial 1. He's not making much of an attempt to present himself formally or respectfully — his jacket is only half done up and his tie is the loosest of all the five male characters, one hand stuffed into his trouser pocket. I think this reflects Fuuta's general tendency to chafe against convention and expectations, but also his initial refusal to accept his circumstances and responsibility. He holds his bouquet behind himself but largely visible — refusing to accept responsibility or be open with the viewer, but still self-aware enough that it's not exactly hidden — I think this reflects how he acts standoffish but ultimately is only really superficially in denial. He does hold his bouquet a little like a weapon, but he doesn't seem fully committed — he's not really holding it like he's seriously trying to threaten anyone. He's the only one who isn't smiling at all, which is just like him.

#milgram #milgram project #ミルグラム #analysis #character analysis #mikoto kayano #milgram john #kazui mukuhara #shidou kirisaki #fuuta kajiyama

[perfectlovevn]

Hi, just a super small question since I'm trying to make a playlist based off of this games but do you have any songs you'd recommend that remind you of the characters/plotline/entirety of it as a whole?? Mostly because I'm not the creator of this so I wouldn't know the entire vibe of them, and also because I like making playlist for things I'm hyperfixated on!!

Whoa?? That’s so cool!! Please do share when you make it, I would love to see what kind of songs you have on it!

I think for me, I was mostly focused on writing Eris, since they’re the main driving force of the entire game, so it tends to be a lot of villain based songs for me.

So for instance, loveit?, Dear Maia and especially Love Cat by biz are similar in tone. I think “It’s not my fault” from Milgram suits Eris to a certain degree (especially the air of entitlement) along with any of Harukas songs (All-Knowing and All Agony, as well as Weakness) fit Milo pretty well. I was also listening to a lot of Ferry (the vocaloid artists) song as well but it might just be because I really like Parties are for Losers. This is love by air traffic controllers encapsulates the dynamic of Eris and Milo really well. Also some other just villain songs like Terrible Things by April Smith kind of shows how uncaring Eris really is (at least in my point of view).

Yandere songs like Mx. Sinister, Heartbeat in a Bottle, Meant to be Yours (originally that was my placeholder name for this game), Stalkers Tango, and Yr the best. Yr the best actually fits Pre Milo pretty well, from tone to subject.

Perfect Milo might have more of the Hawaii Part 2 vibes where it’s pretty unsettling.

As for specific characters.. hmm I’d probably have to think about it. If you send me another ask a bit later I’ll try to come up with more of them if need be!

#perfectlovevn #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #yandere vn #milo asks

[so-many-ocs]

choosing a title for your book or fic

request from instagram

✦ look to your story. are there any important or recurring symbols/motifs/etc.? is there an object associated with the main character? some key item the protagonist needs to attain? in my secret fanfiction account, i use flower symbolism and usually name the story after a flower with a meaning that aligns with the message of the fic (loyalty, death, etc.) :)

✦ consider using the protagonist’s name, title, or any epithets (examples: anne of green gables, anna karenina, carrie, invisible man).

✦ use the premise of your story as its title (examples: radio apocalypse, the hunger games, the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde, yellowface).

✦ if there are any significant organizations or locations within your story, consider using those (examples: wide sargasso sea, animal farm, the secret garden, mansfield park). you might use town names, store names, geographical features, school names, etc.

✦ consider keeping it short, impactful, and memorable!

✦ brainstorm a list of potential ideas. write down anything and everything that comes to mind; you can always narrow it down later.

✦ find title generators online - such as the reedsy book title generator! you can tweak the results so they better suit your story.

✦ research titles within your genre and search for a general pattern. most titles will have some genre-appropriate keywords in them (examples: throne, crown, king, court, blade, flame, and princess appearing in fantasy titles).

✦ ask other people! create a list of possible titles and ask friends to vote and provide feedback.

✦ finish writing first. personally, i’ll use a working or placeholder title so as not to worry about it. often (as with the midland throne) the placeholder title will stick, but even if it doesn’t, it’s a nice place to start!

✦ think about your wip's core themes and messages. what do you want your wip to say? how can you incorporate that into the title?

✦ consider an allusion. some stories are named in reference to other works (examples: for whom the bell tolls, things fall apart, the sound and the fury).

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[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Zatanna just drove her house into the speedforce one time and I feel like we should talk about it.

Did they call it 'the speedforce'? No but I think it's important to remember that 'the speedforce' was a jokey placeholder name that the speedsters came up with and used so much that it accidentally stuck.

Zatanna and the rest of the cast of Justice League Dark travel to what they call 'the Heart of Chronos'. They describe this dimension as 'the source of all time for every universe'.

Now I ask of you, can there be two dimensions that are the source of all time for every universe? I'm going to go ahead and say no. My conclusion here is that there are just two very different names for the same place. There is the Star Wars joke name and there's the creepy magic name.

But hold on folks, that's not the only similarity.

See, people connected to the speedforce have to deal with the omnipresent threat of the Black Flash. This is an entity (or entities, plural, there's more than one) that seeks to usher speedsters to death. You could say that the Black Flash is a Speedster Grim Reaper. The Black Flash typically looks like a zombie Flash in an all black suit, has glowing red eyes, superspeed and if it touches a speedster the speedster will die (or sometimes turn into one). And not 'die' as in go into the speedforce, no, they will actually die. The Black Flash usually shows up to collect a speedster before they're supposed to die and, in some cases, goes after speedsters who have ripped the fabric of time one too many times. One notable way speedsters have escaped these so called Black Flashes is when Wally ran to the end of time and lured it outside of time itself. Death cannot exist without time and thus it stopped existing.

Now, Justice League Dark visited the Heart of Chronos (also called the center of time) because they'd accidentally ripped the fabric of time while time travelling and those rips were threatening to destroy the fabric of reality.

And what exactly was emerging from those rips in time? These guys:

Zatanna called them 'time gremlins'.

Now right away the similarities are stark. They are all black, they have glowing red eyes, they emerge from rips in time and go after the people who created those rips and they kill anyone they touch (but sometimes they corrupt people). But the really insane part? You wanna know how the magic guys briefly kept safe from them?? They stopped time. The 'time gremlins' couldn't operate without time.

The interesting part of this is that we don't have an origin story for the Black Flashes at all. We just know that sometimes the previous Black Flash infects a new speedster and corrupts them into the new Black Flash. But the Time Gremlins do have an origin story.

The are Pralaya's thoughts personified. Pralaya is the void basically. The opposite of everything and anything. "Call me the Darkness that proceeds the light of creation... Without the Nothing that I embody, the Everything that you so cherish, could never exist." Whenever time is ripped Pralaya is awoken and is able to access everything through the cracks in time. The time gremlins are sent out to usher everything back into darkness so that Pralaya can reset the cycle and begin creation anew.

And I honestly have got to say... this makes the Black Flash make a lot of sense. This makes everything make a lot of sense. Think about it, why would the speedforce send out a Grim Reaper to collect speedsters before they're supposed to die if they go into the speedforce when they die anyway? Doesn't it make more sense that the sentient entity that is the void is sending them out because her entire goal is to reset everything and having a bunch of immortal guys chilling within the speedforce kinda circumvents that. She's trying to get them before they get in there.

And why does the Black Flash look like a Flash and have superspeed? Because he's literally just a corrupted speedster being used to hunt down other speedsters.

The way that Pralaya calls the time gremlins 'thoughts' is just so similar to how the speedforce sometimes personifies 'thoughts'. If they are truly equals and opposites then it would make sense that they would be able to do vaguely similar things.

I've always wondered how the Gorillas in Gorilla City knew all about Barry becoming a Black Flash and how it'd affect everyone. And how the Cult of Cicada knew that the speedforce was the key to reversing death. Where did this lore even come from? But if the speedforce is actually codified into myth as 'the Heart of Chronos' then suddenly it makes a lot of sense why this is accessible information for cults.

Also look at how they show this corrupting black goop that turns people into the Black Flash in the Flash comics. It's the same thing. Wally calls it 'the death aspect of the speedforce', Thawne calls it 'the negative speedforce', but it really really just seems to be Pralaya's power.

#dc #the flash #kid flash #dc comics #zatanna #zatanna zatara #justice league dark #black flash #speedforce #theory #flash fam #flash family

[isfjmel-phleg]

I was going through my notebook, trying to psych myself up for some writing (which I still haven't done), and found a fragment of a story that abruptly stopped because I had no idea where it was going (what else is new). The narrator is an unnamed Coregean writer describing his experiences at a Faysmondian spa town, particularly an encounter with an unnamed obnoxious boy in blue spectacles, who is traveling for his health with his heavily-veiled widowed mother.

This of course is Elystan and Bethira incognito during his attempted recovery period before going to school in Book 3. I have a Josiah incognito story already and wanted to play around with how Elystan would handle it, i.e. having way too much fun playing a part. How exactly this would go though...*shrug*

Still, I think the start has potential. Maybe I'll return to it if I can ever get motivated again. In the meantime, here's what exists of it, unedited and still with some placeholders.

When I find myself sitting up long into the night without purpose, or moved to tears at the most trivial of tragedies, or overcome with an urge to board a train, any train, and thereby escape the soul-crushing mundanity of an urban penman’s lot, I know that it is once again time to return to [NAME]-les-bains to restore my innervated body and spirit. [NAME], that earthly paradise of healing waters and crisp mountain air and throngs of tiresome hypochondriacs, never fails to work its enchantment. I amble the cobblestones beneath the haloed lamps, take long solitary strolls up Mont [NAME] among the pines and gentians, and forget that such things as editors and deadlines and creditors exist. When my strength isn’t yet equal to such exertion, I lie on the patio of my hotel and bask in both the sun and the satisfaction that but for the grace of God I would be truly among the pitiful creatures nearby, ill with nothing more than the ennui of wealth and indulgence.

It was a patio morning, and I had slept late enough to find that my favourite deck chair, the one set apart from any close interaction with its fellows by an overhanging potted shrub, had been commandeered by some exceptionally self-centred old woman. She sat enthroned there, a smug expression on her elephantine features and not a care in her heart for whom she might inconvenience. I was left to wander the patio in search of another chair, although I knew none of them could possibly suit my needs. At last, I secured a place with no neighbors closer than a couple of places away and settled myself down with my book and my bowlful of cherries to derive what enrichment I could from the morning.

I had barely glanced at the title page when my peace was once more destroyed. Two chairs on my left were taken by a veiled widow and a perambulating bundle of clothes that seemed to be her young son, judging from the fuss she made over him. She positioned him in his chair and draped a rug over him with the care of an artist arranging a still life. As I tried to resume my book, I heard the faint murmur of her low, solicitous voice, met with short, petulant replies, and I shook my head. Most professional invalids at the resort were middle-aged or elderly, but the Delicate Child with a Concerned Mamma had visited often enough for me to develop an understanding of the type.

I steeled myself for a lengthy conversation with the widow, who would tearfully relate the ailments of her darling boy and how they had tried everything—everything!—to help him, and if this place didn’t do the precious child any good, well, she didn’t know—didn’t know what she… Meanwhile, the child would lift a pair of huge, haunted eyes to my face and stare through me to whatever vision of doom lay beyond. It quite puts me off my appetite for the rest of the day.

In a rustle of crepe, the widow swept past me and disappeared into the hotel, leaving the boy beside me. He shakily propped himself up on his elbows and leaned in. I had never seen anyone so bundled up in the middle of summer. He was engulfed in a greatcoat three sizes too large. A silvery green scarf encircled his neck like a serpent, blunting his jaw, and his cap was pulled low over his eyes, as if they needed the additional shade behind their blue spectacles.

“I am giving her ten minutes,” he said in a stage whisper, “to prepare my tea, fifteen at least for her to realize that the book I want isn’t among our baggage, and perhaps half an hour on a frantic hunt through the bookshops so I’m not disappointed. However long it takes, it lets me give her the slip for a little while. Clever, isn’t it?”

I did not reply. He made an impatient noise.

“I said, clever, isn’t it?”

Concluding correctly that he would keep this up until he got an answer, I replied, “And what do you intend to do in her absence? You have no book.”

That silenced him perhaps a second or two. He brightened.

“Yes, I do. Give me that one.”

He indicated my book.

#The Blackberry Bushes #The Blackberry Bushes excerpts #my writing #Elystan Liddick #Bethira Liddick #unnamed Coregean writer

[directdogman]

hey doggo, dunno if someone already asked, but why is phonegingi called phonegingi? like where did the name come from it's just so... phonegingi yk what im saying

The story of how gingi got his name was so stupid. When I was working on DT, I had a random playlist of youtube videos playing in the BG, y'know, to break up the monotony. Anyway, an OneyPlays animated came up, I thiiink it was the President Ding Dong sketch? A character appears for a moment and one of the guys makes up the name "Bagingi" for it on the spot. I had no clue at that point what Gingi's name was gonna be, I had everything but the name. I also had "bagingi" on loop in my head since i heard it for some reason, so i said "fuck it! phonegingi will do as a temporary name", and vowed i'd think of a better default name later. While a few friends of mine were helping me test an alpha build of DT with the first draft of randy's route inside, I pitched some new names that I'd come up with to replace the placeholder name I had for this creature which was, ofc, Phonegingi. I don't remember any of the pitches off the top of my head other than 'frankenphone' and none of the testers wanted me to change the character's name. None of them knew the name was meant to be a stupid dumb placeholder and got really attached to it. So I looked at the stupid nonsense name that i'd given to my protagonist that meant nothing and said "yeah ok this suits the kind of person gingi is." The end.

#dialtown

[justathoughtfulangel]

Left Behind But Not Forgotten ~ Colors, Chapter 9 (Kai Parker Fanfiction)

Hello, my dears :) Welcome to Chapter 9 of Colors, my Kai Parker Soulmate AU Fanfiction. This is NOT meant to be read as a standalone piece. Events of the story and even the universe it is set in vary greatly from the original show. If you haven’t yet, please read the Details post and previous chapters linked on this masterlist.

*not my gif

Word Count: 2,305

Pairing: witch!Kai X witch!Reader (soulmates)

I don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of character names, but this IS a reader insert fanfiction. I use Rosalie Wilson as a placeholder. Use Rose/Rosalie as a substitution for Y/N.

Warnings: This chapter may only be suited for mature audiences.

This next chapter takes place a few months after the end of chapter 8 (and seven months from the start of the story). Hope you enjoy it! :)

The music was loud and obnoxious. There were red plastic cups littered about the first floor of the Salvatore Mansion. It was the end-of-the-school-year celebration; Rosalie, Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline had just finished their third year at Whitmore successfully.

Rose stood in the corner, waiting for Kai to come back with a drink for them both. Unfortunately, Damon found her. She’d been strictly avoiding him since he left her and swept Elena to safety seven months ago. Leaving her to presumably die was not a forgivable offense.

“So,” Damon approached her awkwardly, simultaneously blocking any route for her escape. He missed Rosalie, but she was just as stubborn as him. “Whatcha think of the party?” Rose blinked in disbelief. What a groundbreaking start. “Aren’t you just about two centuries too old for such parties?”

Damon sighed, knowing there was no smooth way to ask for her forgiveness except to just bite the bullet. “Rosalie, I’m so sorry. I know leaving you there with Kai was wrong, especially when we knew he was dangerous. I was betting on you being soulmates – I didn’t think he’d actually hurt you.” If that was meant to placate her, Damon was sorely mistaken.

“Right, I suppose gambling with my life to save Elena is excusable.” In Damon’s world, it really was. Rosalie knew that, too. They were all hard-wired to choose and protect their soulmates over anything and anyone.

From across the room, Kai wove a pathway between the drunk college students, taking great care to not spill the cocktails in his hands. He heard the end of the conversation as he got closer, remembering his own anger at Damon for just leaving Rose with someone as dangerous as him. “Rosalie, I-”

Malachai intercepted the conversation, handing Rose her drink and wrapping his free arm around her waist. “She heard you. From where I’m standing, that’s a terrible excuse.” With half his body so close to her, Kai felt her slight shudder. If it was a shudder of anger, hurt, or something else, he didn’t know.

Rosalie swallowed some of her pride, and though a great deal of her trust in Damon had been lost, she still cared for him. “I hear you, Damon. I… I’m just going to need more time before I can forgive you.”

Damon’s lips pressed together. That wasn’t what he wanted, but it would have to do for now. Nodding in acceptance, he let them be. Rosalie chugged down half of the drink in her hand, making Kai chuckle.

“Well, you’re officially a much bigger person than I am.” Rosalie laughed along with him. “I’m not. You just don’t give yourself enough credit for things.” Malachai hummed in response, setting his drink down to wrap both arms around her waist. “If you give me far too much and I give myself too little, I think it evens out.”

Rosalie fought off a frown, wishing he could see himself the way she saw him. Coming up into her toes, she gave him a short but sweet peck on his lips. “I’m going to find a way to make you believe in yourself.”

Kai smiled, but the glimmer in his eyes wasn’t there. “Rose, I love you. I don’t want you trying and hoping for something that will not happen.” She raised her brows, poking his cheek softly. “Challenge?”

Resting his forehead against hers with a small sigh, he nodded in agreement. “Alright then. Let’s see who wins.” The music was still annoyingly loud, and people were jumping around in every direction. Malachai and Rosalie just stood in the little corner, ducking out from the party after they’d made an appearance for a decent amount of time.

~

With his hand in hers, Rosalie brought Malachai into her recreated childhood home. She learned to walk in this house. She spoke her first words in this house. This house had built her, and she had destroyed it. Every detail of the house had been made anew. As she looked at it now, Rosalie didn’t feel so heartbroken – not with Kai at her side.

Kai’s eyes flitted over the family Christmas pictures by the entrance, admiring the red and green sweaters while wistfully remembering the same photos of his own family. He wouldn’t admit it, but he kept those pictures with him wherever he went in the prison world. It was also too soon, but he thought about taking new family photos with Rosalie.

His cheeks colored, and it didn’t escape Rose’s attention. “What are youuuuu blushing about?” She poked his cheek playfully. Malachai shook his head away from the finger, refusing to answer. His adorable expression made her heart lighter. She’d never brought anyone here after the accident, but he was different. He had a right to everything that made her who she was, and this? This home defined her in all the ways one could be defined.

“Alright then, don’t tell me.” Rose took his hand and pulled him into the kitchen. Thinking they were going to make food, Kai began perusing through the fridge. No one had been here in weeks; naturally, the fridge was empty. Malachai looked back to Rosalie in confusion, only to find her kneeling by the kitchen sink and pulling out cleaning supplies from under the cabinet. He groaned in complaint, still a bit buzzed from the alcohol and not inclined to spend hours cleaning the house. “Can we at least use magic?”

~

98 minutes, an extra-large pizza, and two showers later, Kai found himself spooning Rosalie. He nuzzled into her neck, leaving a tender kiss on her jaw. She squeezed his hand lovingly in return, sighing softly in contentment. They were both surprisingly awake, despite the long day. Cleaning was a lot more tolerable with someone else to do it with, and their slightly inebriated nature made it a lot of fun.

“What are you thinking about?” Rosalie needed something to fill the silence. His words always calmed her, whatever they were. “Well, to be perfectly honest, I’m thinking about you and I sneaking into the hot tub after hours.” As he spoke of the memory, Kai smiled brightly…

Kai had always been a rulebreaker, and he’d pulled Rose into it, too. The security was bleak, and it was well past 2 A.M. “Kai, where on earth are we going?” 

“Shhh, you’ll see very soon.” Snapping his fingers, he stole her vision momentarily, making her stumble. “I’ve got you, don’t worry. We’re almost there.” The second Rosalie hit submit on her last term paper, he’d pulled her up from her desk, got her to change into her swimsuit, and finally revealed the surprise he’d been working on for weeks. 

When her vision returned, Rose gasped in surprise. The hot tub in the apartment complex was surrounded by candles, the flames casting luminescent reflections on the bubbling water. Nearby was a plate with some delicious snacks, comforting and extravagant alike, and a chilled bucket with a bottle of Peach Moscato she adored. Kai wrapped his arms around her waist as she took in every bit of the scene, kissing her cheek lovingly. “Congratulations, darling. I’m so, so proud of you.” 

Rose’s hand came up to rest on his cheek, bringing her lips to his. “I don’t even know what to say, Malachai. Thank you… thank you so much.” Kai only smiled, pecking her lips once more. “Anytime.”

Rosalie turned over in his arms, resting her hand on his face and holding him close. “I still can’t believe you did that for me. It was like something out of a movie.” Malachai rested her forehead against his, kissing her lips sweetly and pulling her even closer under the cozy comforter. “I’d do anything for you.”

Their kisses were always addictive, laced with something more than romance and attraction. Something more than love itself. It was the conjoining of two halves of a whole. When something is so fulfilling and complete, it’s impossible to give it up. When Rosalie’s lips brushed against Kai’s for the next uncountable instance that night, he didn’t have it in him to let her pull away.

Their mouths danced together. Their heartbeats synced to one rhythm. Their eyes were closed, absorbing every sensation, every little dip and curve of each other. Kai gingerly hoisted Rosalie atop him. His arms wrapped around her back, pressing her body to his without letting their kiss end. Rose almost whimpered into the kiss, nearly overwhelmed with how much she wanted him.

This was foreign to them both. Neither had been romantically involved with anyone else. They’d been waiting to make love to their soulmate and only their soulmate. Now that the moment was here, neither was afraid. This was it. Without any apprehension, they both knew it would be perfect.

“Rose…” Kai broke the kiss, shifting away just a fraction of an inch. “I want you. I want all of you.” His voice was mixed with labored breaths, his lips trailing along her jaw and neck, not willing to stop touching her. Rosalie’s eyes fluttered gently, lost in the feelings Malachai elicited in her. “You have me, love. You already have all of me.” Rose sat up, pulling Kai up with her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and in the process of tugging his shirt from his body, she unknowingly shifted her hips against him. Malachai groaned, feeling himself harden and grow beneath her.

Rose was, surprisingly, quite the vixen. He’d always known there was a fire within her, but this was a fire that consumed him, too. He craved it badly, wanted it to burn him in the most delicious way possible. Kai removed her shirt, mirroring her anticipation. More and more of their bare flesh embraced the other’s, desperate to become one.

Becoming more and more impatient as his desires grew, Kai flipped them over, laying Rosalie beneath him, removing her leggings and panties off in one fell swoop. His left hand fumbled with his own shorts while the other trailed over the soft skin of her inner thighs, just an inch away from her eager sex. Rose trembled below him so enticingly, egging him on. 

 Two of his fingers slipped between her lower lips and inside her, warming her up to take his cock very soon. “God, you don’t know how much I’ve ached for you, baby.” Despite the pleasure at the strange new sensation coursing through her, Rose giggled a little. “Trust me, it’s been the same for me.” Hoisting herself up on her elbows, she crushed her mouth to his, their moans drowning together as her hand found his hardening cock. It wrapped around Kai’s length, stroking him teasingly. 

 Their tongues meshed together, and all conscious thought was gone now. Rosalie broke the kiss, leaning over and trying not to tremble as Kai’s fingers explored her while she grabbed the new box of condoms from the bedside table. Kai raised his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised. This truly had been on her mind just as much as his, and she’d prepared for it. Not looking away from his eyes, Rose slid the condom on his cock, loving the little moan he let out.

Kai kissed her again, slipping his fingers out from inside her dripping pussy. He laid her down, more gently this time. The atmosphere in the room had changed. There was still passion and need and desire, but it was enveloped in something more: adoration. Malachai loved Rosalie, and Rosalie loved Malachai. Nothing else mattered. 

 With a steady slowness, Malachai aligned his sex with hers, penetrating her with care. She winced noticeably, and he peppered kisses of apology all over her neck. This was pure pleasure for him, unlike anything he’d known. “I’m here, Rosalie. I love you so fucking much. You have all of me.” Kai was not the one claiming her; they were claiming each other, their souls forever brandished with a mark unique to them.

More and more tender moments passed. Their lovely sounds of ecstasy were muted by their incessant kisses, stopping for nothing and no one. She was his and he was hers: now and forever.

~~~

One week later, Malachai woke in an empty bed. His arms and the other pillow were cold, telling him that Rosalie had gotten up long ago. The mahogany clock on the wall read 7:43 AM. Where did she go this early? Kai shoved the blanket aside, slipping on the black sweatpants he’d discarded last night, and made his way downstairs. Rose was curled up on the couch under a light blue blanket. She’d dozed off again. A picture of her with her family lay beside her, near her fingertips as if she’d fallen asleep while holding onto it.

Kai looked upon her for a moment, kneeling by the couch and gingerly moving the picture frame away. Despite his best efforts, the movement woke her. He stood, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Sorry love, didn’t mean to wake you.” Kai slipped behind her, pulling Rose into his lap and wrapping the blanket around them both. She didn’t say anything, just silently snuggling into him. He knew what she was thinking, even without her saying anything. 

 “You don’t have to say anything, but I need you to listen.” Rosalie nodded, nestling her head into his neck. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, holding her to him. “I know you still feel very guilty about your family. I also know you well enough to know that a part of you always will. But…” Kai moved away just briefly, shifting so he could look into her beautiful eyes. “Just because they’re not here right now doesn’t mean they’re not always with you. Maybe they’ve been left behind in the past, but they’re not forgotten. They never will be.

“They are alive in you.”

~~~

That concludes Chapter 9 of Colors! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it.

Note: I realize I didn't write the smut scene to completion (pun intended). This was because I believed sex between two soulmates was honestly something I couldn't do justice to. I imagine it to be so powerful and healing - I didn't think I could put it into words in the right way. Also, I didn't want to leave any smut warnings at the top because it would give away that their first time is in this chapter but I will include them from this point out (if applicable).

Chapter 10 is posted! Read it here.

Please feel free to send any thoughts/comments/constructive criticisms my way. I always welcome them!

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Until next time, JustAThoughtfulAngel <3

Master Taglist: @socio-kai-path1972, @bluelicious, @genevivetaylor, @prettybitchfatwitch, @kolsangel

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#TVD #Kai Parker #Malachai Parker #Kai Parker love story #Malachai Parker love story #Kai Parker imagine #Malachai Parker Imagine #Kai Parker One Shot #Malachai Parker One Shot #Kai Parker Fluff #Malachai Parker fluff #Kai Parker Angst #Malachai Parker Angst #Kai Parker Smut #Malachai Parker Smut #Kai parker X oc #Malachai Parker X OC #Kai Parker X reader #Malachai Parker X Reader #Kai Parker X you #Malachai Parker X you #Kai Parker X y/n #Malachai Parker X y/n #The Vampire Diaries #Vampire Diaries #soulmates #soulmate au

[digital-chance]

Writing Question Tag

thank you sm @janec23 for the tag! sorry for taking ages on this.

gently tagging: @halfbit, @vollzz, @scribbling-stardust, @leisoree, @your-absent-father, @magicicada-lbwrites, @clairelsonao3, @soiledcat, @mjparkerwriting, @aspiringfictionwriter, @ruinmegently

questions at the bottom

1. What is your absolute all-time favourite ideas you’ve ever had?

Honestly, I don't really know. All my favorite ideas I usually use for a wip and I don't really have a all-time fav.

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

Lately I've been seeing worldbuilding posts that say something along the lines of "do you know have to know every little detail about the world? is it relevant to the plot to know exactly which plants grow in each season? if it isn't, you don't have to figure that out." (plant thing example). It's a great reminder that sometimes the nitty-gritty details aren't needed and that worldbuilding can be more manageable.

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

My favorite part of being a writer is the storytelling and the adventures that I can make the characters go on. I enjoy daydreaming about the adventures and coming up with ways they would tackle different situations. What I don't enjoy is finding the precise words for each of those situations, especially the important lines. I tend to forget the words right when I need them which makes the entire feat annoying and the first few drafts will have tons of bracket placeholders.

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

I love the process of creation and getting caught up in the mess of ideas. One of the greatest motivations is getting inspired or new ideas. Lately, I've been drawing and reading more and generally trying to balance all of my creative passions more which is something I haven't done for literal years. It's both exciting and strange at the same time. I still create and get into the mess of the/my process which is the best part for me, just in a different way.

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

Use brackets [ ] as placeholders when you're writing in order to keep your flow. I've depended on this for my initial drafts for my wips since it's the only way I can make sure I can keep writing without feeling bogged down with details that I can fill in later.

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

It's okay to write scenes out of sequence and then piece it together afterward. If writing chronologically dampens your creative process, writing whatever scene comes to you is okay.

7. What is your favourite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you’d like and can!

Nothing yet so far. I've posted one chapter of you still would've been mine but I'm not really happy with it.

8. What is your favourite out-of-the-box quote?

I don't really have any favorite quotes. I do enjoy clever or inspirational lines but I don't think about them often enough to remember them.

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?

Rowan Reyes, 100%. They're anti-capitalist, anti-government, anti-rich, to just name a few movements. They're incredibly passionate and motivated and don't let things like government confidentiality stop them. I feel like this is a lot more radical than most people believe and the topics would definitely start arguments at family dinners or on twitter. Personally their ideals are a lot more intense than mine but it's something new to explore. It's very suited for their role in their story along with their society.

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

I would be surprised at my career path and would be surprised that I read more fanfiction than novels lately. I used to be REALLY into reading and so the shift in what I read would be surprising. Also, I'd be surprised that fanfiction exists point-blank. It's what I wanted as a kid but I didn't even imagine that it would be possible. Oh and that I transitioned. (again, something child me didn't even imagine to be possible)

question template::

1. What is your absolute all-time favourite ideas 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 favourite 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 favourite 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?

#tag game #writeblr #me #thoughts #oc: rowan reyes

[luimagines]

I'm less tired and now I shall tell you more things about Aura User Reader. I might give them a placeholder name later.

Seeing as aura is basically the energy and matter that the soul both generates and is made out of, it's easy to say that those who specialize in detection are able to take a lot from the skill. Reader's strong suit is being able to "sense" things within one's aura, they can what someone is feeling just by looking at them, even go as far as to know if someone is lying or harbors ill intention. They're also incredibly in tune with nature, following instinct over logic, and are extremely perceptive of the emotions of both themselves and others. Because of this, they perceive the world by feeling and never thinking.

Now, how does this power apply to non mortals? This is to say, how would Reader perceive them.

To spirits like Satori or magic beings such as fairies, they feel like the emanations of nature itself given a physical form. Satori, as the Lord of the Mountain, in Reader's mind he feels like the grass beneath your feet, the cold of a rushing river, the feeling of a summer breeze blowing against your skin. Fairies feel like the warmth of spring and the giddiness after consuming a sugary pastry.

As for gods, it can vary with them. It truly depends. For a god such as the Fierce Deity... he feels like the adrenaline pumping through your veins when you run, the deafening roar of thunder shaking your heart within your ribcage, the blazing heat of a raging fire it almost burns you.

Yet beneath all the things that could strike fear into any mortal... there's a certain warmth. It's as strong and unyielding as the currents that turn beneath the waves of the oceans, yet as gentle as snow that falls in winter. It feels like rainfall, there's so much water yet you're not drowning, and the droplets hitting your body is somehow grounds you.

The Reader gazes up into the silver eyes of the god of war, they tilt their head in curiosity and reach out to take his much larger hand in his own. The deity lets them, his own curiosity growing. He watches them trace the grooves along his palm, even laying their own hand within it. They looked like they were examining something, yet the deity couldn't possibly fathom what it could be.

He sees them smile and release his hand after what seems like centuries. They lift their head and meet his eyes once more, saying the words.

"I think you ought to be the gentlest god I've ever had the pleasure of meeting."

Somewhere in the background, Warriors chokes on his own tongue and Time is going into cardiac arrest.

The Fierce Deity tilts his head and gets on his knees to meet them half way. They are still dwarfed by his presence but that can't be helped.

"You would be the first to say that." He says with a light chuckle. "I was not donned with such pleasantries. But you have my thanks."

#pinky replies #aura! reader #sorry for the wait Chill #i had it but i refreshed my inbox and it was hidden for a while #also this concept is so cool #i think it's awesome #the rain fall is something i had experienced before #but it actually felt like i couldn't breathe XD #despite the fact that I was standing on concrete lol #i had to wipe my face every five seconds #it was interesting

[joficeandwind]

This is random but uh. My silly little ideas for a Steelwool era FNaF re-write. Not terribly thought out, just wanted to throw these into the wild.

Things to completely Axe: Glitchtrap and Burntrap, The Tangle/Blob, all of the weird FNaF 4 connections, and The Princess. Just anything related to the past, really. This is a new hypothetical era for FNaF, and I really don't want the old era fucked up because of it.

It probably sounds cliche at this point but oh my god Vanessa should have just been a William Fangirl obsessed with the Freddy's Murder Sprees. It was right there. It was so easy and you blew it.

Vanessa has no actual ties to The Company (We'll get to you soon) and is just an average civilian.

The Mimic is... weird. If not for how horrifically he was shoved in and used for the story, I am surprisingly ok with it's existence. I think an interesting approach to take is to keep his book backstory, but have him be scrapped after a violent incident, and in current day, instead of strictly murderous, he's a neutral, if disturbed, emotional, and prone to violence, Copy-Cat-Entity that lurks in the depths of the Mega Mall. (I kinda hate the name Pizzaplex so this is a placeholder replacement)

Fazbear Entertainment does not exist! Instead, it's a completely unrelated company that specializes in animatronic entertainment, which bought the rights to all of the Fazbear stuff. They are also coincidentally just as if not more shady and greedy. I will refer to them as The Company for simplicity.

So, the Company opens the Mega Mall, and Vanny sees this as the perfect opportunity. She makes her bunny suit, Sneaks in the mall, and does a child murder. Only 1 kid though. Stuffs the body in the suit, of course.

The Company figure out there's a dead kid in one of their robots quickly, and cover it up for a bit to think of ways to save face, before reporting the incident and beefing up security.

But, weirdly, the animatronic the kid was stuffed in is acting odd, but... in the best way possible. It's voice acting is so much more natural and genuine, it's movements more smooth, and they act more in line with the idea of the character than the writers could ever make them! Sure, they give adults weird looks and roam at dark sometimes, but everyone loves it! They've seen a noticeable increase in returning customers and new ones!

So, when Vanny goes for round 2, managing to kill and stuff to more kids, the Company is less scared and more curious, and they wait to see what happens the next day...

...And, would you look at that. The exact same result. This time, they cover the death up completely, and it's just seen as a double disappearance. They also don't up security at all...

A few more dead kids later and bada bing bada boom we've got Gregory who's friends with one of the dead kids and wants to investigate what's going in himself, the spunky lil' guy. I'd probably have Cassie in the main game too :3

And that's that! Make sure to tell me what you think, this is probably pretty terrible after all lmao-

#j rambles #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #security breach #fnaf security breach #security breach ruin #fnaf rewrite #rewrite #fnaf vanny #security breach vanny #sb vanny #sb vanessa #fnaf vanessa #the mimic #fnaf the mimic #fnaf gregory #fnaf cassie #cassie #gregory fnaf

[verkja]

Happy STS, Verkja!

Tell me about one to three of your favorite names — be it of a person, a place, a chapter, a whole work. How did you pick them, and what do you love about them?

Bonus: Is there any placeholder name that stuck and made it into a finished thing?

Happy (belated) STS, Elli! Yes, I'll eventually get to your STS ask from last week as well. :D

Hm. Names aren't my strong suit, but let's see. I like the name of the Posbera mountain range. Most place names in my story combine a name or word from a real language with a word from my conlang, but 'Posbera' includes only conlang words (slightly anglicised - it should be Posbëra, translating roughly to 'head in the sky'). I chose the name to indicate that these mountains are A) very tall, and B) inhospitable enough that no nation particularly claims them, so they're named in one of the languages used for runic spellwork and not associated with any one culture.

I like... the name of the rude professer at the University of Kaldleth: Suchart. It's a real-world name; I just think it works very well for him. I chose it because it reminds me of the name of a professor (also rather rude) I once had without actually resembling his name much at all. My professor wasn't nearly as hostile as Suchart, but they had similar vibes. I imagine that they wear the same sort of glasses as well. So - I like that one for the memories/associations.

Lastly, I like the name of an in-universe folktale mentioned in Pt. 30: The Glass Forest. I've come up with a number of folktale titles to reference in the story, but fewer actual folktales, because so far they haven't been necessary. I have no idea what The Glass Forest is about, but damn, it sounds like a cool tale! As for how I chose it, I just came up with something I thought sounded like a folktale's title, as with all the other folktales in the story.

Bonus: Not really. I don't usually do placeholder names. In fact the only thing so far with a placeholder name, I believe, is the story itself, which I refer to formally as Ongoing Longer Story, but casually as Untitled Story. I've given serious consideration to titling it 'Untitled.'

#sts #storyteller saturday #ask answer #long post #writing

[pleasestaywithmedarling]

Happy STS, Hannah!

Tell me about one to three of your favorite names — be it of a person, a place, a chapter, a whole work. How did you pick them, and what do you love about them?

Bonus: Is there any placeholder name that stuck and made it into a finished thing?

Thank you, happy STS to you!!!

My least favorite thing about writing fantasy is coming up with names! It's really hard for me to come up with names that sound like actual names, and it usually takes me a long time to come up with any that I think suit the character or place. The first name I came up with for Sin of Purity was Kiri's, and it's still my favorite. I'm about to get REALLY pretentious, but: I think the plosive k sound adds just the tiniest bit of a hard edge to what would otherwise be a rather melodic name, and I think that really suits her character lol

As far as placeholder names, I really didn't think I was gonna stick with "Sin of Purity, Purity of Sin" as a title. The symmetry had the effect I wanted, but I thought it was way too wordy and kind of awkward. But idk, knowing the two protagonists and the way they're treated versus who they actually are and who they become, somewhere along the line as I planned out the story the title ended up growing on me and now I'm stuck with it lol

[fnafawoundleftbleedingau]

So, A Wound Left Bleeding is still, very much so, in progress, but since I'm still a bit iffy on if there'll be a part 3, or if maybe I'll just do more shorts here and there after part 2 instead or what have you, (I got no idea for sure since that's so far in the future and all) How about some ideas for other FNaF AU's I may write, or at the very least, draw and toss ideas around for after part 2 of AWLB wraps up? After all, I've always been a creature who adores AU's, and tends to make a bunch for any fandom thing that catches my eye, and upon returning to FNaF after years of putting it aside, it has absolutely captured my interest again and got the old AU machine going! So below, I'll be leaving the (Right now, pretty loose basic ideas) of AU's I've thought of for after AWLB part 2 is finished. Again, they're pretty loose ideas right now, don't wanna devote too much attention to em yet and derail my trains of thought with AWLB. XD; So things will very likely change once it's time for these AU's to potentially take the spotlight. In no particular order we have~

Species Swap AU: I've currently got no idea what to title this one, so it's just keeping the placeholder name there until I figure it out, the bare bones basic idea for this one is simple: Most of the animatronic characters are human here, and most of the humans are animatronics. I foresee this one still having some angst and serious/heavier moments/themes in it, but generally being a more lighthearted AU than AWLB. General Summary: Roommates Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy currently work at a large arcade, or rather, its more like an indoor amusement part, owned and operated by William Afton; it seemed like your run of the mill center for mindless entertainment at first, but things changed when he introduced a new aspect to the place: Animatronics. At a glance nothing seemed too out of the ordinary, they had quite astonishing AI sure, but what else would one expect from someone who owns such a renowned robotics company; but still, there's just a nagging feeling that something isn't quite right about these machines. After Freddy finds himself impulsively stealing one of them that's been spending a lot of time around him while he's at work, several of the other animatronics begin to mysteriously go missing as well, something William Afton is more than a little unhappy with. Fearful of being caught red handed with the animtronic he stole, Freddy and the other's do their best to unravel the mystery of what's going on with these animatronics in the first place, and where they've all gone, while trying to keep Freddy's new mechanical pal, Gregory, just out of William's reach as well.

Sentimental Nightmares (placeholder title): This one, I'm not sure I could make a whole long fic out of, but it's an idea I still think would be fun to play around with, it's an off-shoot “What if” to AWLB General Summary: Plushtrap and the other Nightmares seldom understand what a human is, or how it's any different from them; there's obviously something different about their playmate, but understanding what that is is a different story. One thing's for certain, they've begun to piece together that their games are far from fun for Michael, and generally speaking, something is terribly wrong with the boy, and their creator is doing a terrible job of fixing him to ensure he won't break down and end their games forever. Perhaps if Mr. Afton can't repair him, they need to take matters into their own horribly twisted metallic claws, and try and figure out what makes a human different, and how you put them back together when they fall apart.

What's Left (Potentially a placeholder title): This one I think is the one I came up with first (after AWLB of course), so let's just get into it. Definitely not a more lighthearted one. General Summary: After Charlie's sudden and violent death, Henry loses the will to live, and soon after, takes his own life, via one of his own creations, a springlock suit. However, death wasn't the end for him or Charlie, their souls trapped and warped within their new metallic hosts, Charlie is hellbent on seeking revenge for herself, while Henry's soul wanders aimlessly, in an attempt to find his lost daughter and son again. Many years later, Sammy Emily is determined to find a way to free the souls of his family from their would be eternal prisons and torment, but the only person who may even be able to begin to understand how all this happened in the first place, is his father's old business partner and friend, William Afton. Sammy is more than aware of how untrustworthy the man is, but he has few options, cooperating with William is his best bet. William on the other hand, seeking immortality, and seeing potential in reaching it by binding souls to machines, is convinced that there must be a way to replicate what happened to Charlie and Henry in a way that won't cost you your mind, and he's more than willing to sacrifice everyone in order to find the key to it all; better to use others as guinea pigs first and only do it on yourself once you know the right way to do it for sure, right? But getting close enough to Henry and Charlie himself to try and learn the secrets of their eternal lives is easier said than done for William, best to keep Sammy in one piece until he gets what he wants from them... That doesn't mean he has to do the same for others at his disposal however...

Spirits AU (placeholder title): The newest of the ideas! Hit me at random during my lunch break lol. So not a whole lot on this one yet for sure, and definitely gonna need to iron things out more, but! General idea! General Summary: Long ago, the world was inhabited by an abundance of powerful spirits, some were playful, others dangerous, but all of them preferred to take on the appearances of humanoid animals, they were quite commonplace, and generally seen as a welcome sight; as time marched on and belief in them waned, they vanished, buried into the likes of folklore and fairytales, though some stories say they still appear at times to children, or to those in need. Sometimes, just to those who they're curious about. In the modern day, stories of sightings of them are chocked up to little more than children with wild imaginations, but the stories told by Charlie, Sammy, Michael, Elizabeth, Evan, Gregory and Cassie are growing a bit too detailed to brush aside. And those around them aren't all showing interest for the best reasons. Which one I play around with after AWLB really comes down to motivation, focus, and free time for myself, but! I still wanna know, which of the 4 are ya'll most curious about? :3

#insomniac hyena rambles #fnaf au #insomnia hyena fnaf aus #fic spoilers #maybe? #tw suicide mention #its a small mention but still tagging just in case #finally tumblr let me give this its own post!