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monstercampus · 2 months

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foaming at the mouth for efraim. i need to get passed around like a blunt between him n his other insect friends like immediately

prrrrrr!!! i went a lil....nutso <3

(cws: afab + gn pronouns, drug use, free use/taking turns, established relationship, vaguely/mostly consensual, breeding, oviposition, insect mutants, mild photo/video recording, exhibitionism, weird dicks, venom/monster "substances", unintentional knotting, oral, cum drinking)

wc: 1k+

Maybe Ef invited you over to roll a blunt with him but you showed up to find all his close friends :) hangin out in the dorm with him. Z and his other slime roommate are gone for the day so it's just you guys--and it's just a chance to make new friends, y'know? C'mon in, they're nice guys. You're not even sure if they're students at MC but who cares? As Efraim says, they're cool and they "just wanna hang".

There's that one guy with the dark hair that's supposedly a beetle hybrid; all smooth, deep skin with an array of small carapace shells all up and down his back, lining his skin almost like plates that you'd find on armour. Then there's Efraim's touchy friend who sports the deep, red eyes of a wolf spider, each extra set that makes up six running smaller and smaller as they scatter down his cheeks like red rivers. The sideways fangs that gleam when he opens his mouth are a bit off-putting, but he promises not to poison you, sweetie. And then there's the guy that's scattering little sparkly particles wherever he turns--apologizing every time he gets it on the couch--because his wings are covered in the stuff, as is his fluffy collar and antennae and his curly white hair itself. He's an albino moth, but as pretty as he is it doesn't preclude him from leering with just as much interest in you as the rest of them. He's a couple years older, so is the spider--it makes them bolder, more apt to offer you their rolling skills and to make sure every joint you smoke is taken care of before it even reaches your lips. Pretty things like you don't have to roll their own blunts.

It's not until a half hour passes by, when you're all sufficiently smoked up, that you mistake Efraim's lap for the couch and sit your ass on it. The joint he's got half-smoked perches in his mouth so he can wiggle you back in, keep you from getting up when you realize cause he doesn't really want you to get up. You're so comfy and warm. The guys don't mind, they probably didn't even notice.

Even if they didn't, it's a little hard not to notice when Efraim takes you out of the living room into the kitchen and slots himself between your legs. He barely bumps you against the counter but you're in it at once; kissing, belt unbuckling, his rough hands turning you away and bending you forward over the counter cause that's what you wanted. No need to say it, he can smell it. Just have to keep quiet so his stoned friends don't notice while they're playing video games on the tv just a few feet away. He moans into your ear as he slips it in cause you just feel so hot, and he loves the sound that pretty pussy makes when he's making love to her. He's trying not to make it obvious but fuck he can't help filling you up when he's all riled.

"Just gonna have to hold it in, sweets." He chuckles in your ear before kissing it and hiking your bottoms back up for you. One of his friends rolled another joint for you and you're not just gonna reject it, are you? He ushers you back to the little party with a smirk when you take it for a good, long pull. The others aren't dumb, this wouldn't be the first time Ef--or any one of them--messed with their significant other while the rest of them were hanging out. But none of them have ever dated a human before and Efraim seemed certain that they were a sluttier species than they looked. The fact that you don't say anything when his beetle buddy starts rubbing your knee is proof enough.

Ef's eyes zero in on you with intense focus when you start reacting to the touches, not that you notice. You turn your head and guy's dark face is right there, his eyes boring holes into you from centimeters away as he asks for a kiss. His hand slides up to cup you when you dazedly nod your head, his thumb finding your clit through the fabric the moment your lips touch.

It's any wonder, through the smoke and the haze of recreational drug usage, that you manage to pull each other's clothes off with any success. He's barely an inch away from you the entire time and you can barely work your fingers, but you both somehow manage on the cramped couch until he presses you over the arm of it. From here, you've got a full view of the tv screen as your boyfriend and both his other friends duke it out in their fighting game--all while his buddy that you barely know gets down on his stomach and slides his tongue up your inner thighs. He barely reacts when Efraim's cum meets his lips at the crest of your folds. He licks it up with the rest, hollowing out his cheeks to suck like he's drinking from a fountain. It occurs to you that maybe your pleasure isn't even his goal--maybe it's just an afterthought to what he really wants, which is to absolutely devour some human pussy while he's got the once-in-a-lifetime chance.

"Ef," You moan, tugging at the sleeve of your boyfriend on the floor, who is thankfully the closest of his three friends to the couch. His hands on the controller, he turns momentarily to kiss your cheek as you hang over the side of the couch, barely taking his eyes off the screen for a split second.

"Mhm. Love you too, baby. Watch me crush these clowns." He chuckles, only half-listening if that. In the meantime there's a cock begging for your attention, smearing sticky precum over your ass as he shakily guides it to slide down your folds. It's cold. It's got rough, sticky bumps that ooze some kind of mildly venomous substance, because you can feel the pricks of the poison as his arousal seeps into your skin. He can barely hold back the gasp when he glides it in, not more than a couple inches breaching your body suddenly before he sinks into all the rest slowly. Slowly, slowly, slowly--each moment as delightfully agonizing as the last as your blood mixes with his venom and creates a popping sensation in your veins that feels like you've been injected with sparkler candies.

Each thrust is deep, his powerful hips a violent set of pistons that throw you forwards against the couch every time. But more than that, his touch itself is penetrating; the beetle yanks your arms back and uses the force to press into you harder, his dick hardening and softening in erratic rhythm as if he's trying to mold himself to squeeze into your tightest cracks. The weed has him aggressive and somewhat feral and the others will tell you that themselves when this is all over--not before he can get you pinned and juiced up with venom to breed you first, though. He at least wanted one round with Efraim's pretty human and he's got it, he's claimed you rightfully when he drags you completely underneath him and dwarfs you under his arms, pumping your pussy with harsh thrusts to finally, eventually, come spilling that one, huge glob of half-beetle half-man cum that he forces down hard to fit into your womb. Even if you scratched and wriggled to get away, he'd press you down with a hand in your hair anyways to make sure it enters you. Only once he feels it disappear and you let out a hitch of gasping breath does he let up, though he reaches around to feel for that swollen lump in your belly before he pulls that sticky mess of his cock out. The strings of sweat, slick, and cum link you together as he leaves a devastating trail behind, undoubtedly staining Efraim's couch in the process.

And with his pants tugged back on he drops down and takes the place of the loser in the rest of their group match, the guys squabbling as guys do amongst themselves as they prep for the next round, passing another blunt between them as they poise their controllers and pick their characters.

Yet you sit back feeling almost pregnant, the mix of Efraim's residual cum plus the odd sphere of semen that was just forced through your cervix leaving you slightly swollen and mostly bloated. The effects of his venom are causing you to leak with arousal, the thin fluid nearly dripping out of you like a faucet so that you can't even mind that you're making an even bigger mess on Efraim's shared couch. It doesn't even matter, because the spider is up next and you have a feeling he lost on purpose, based on that fanged smirk he has on his many-eyed face.

At the very least he has the courtesy to wrap his cock--in his own webbing rather than a condom, but you can't exactly complain. It's a strange sensation to have in your mouth, however, as he takes one giant leg up on the sofa and looms over you to gently feed his string-covered cock past your glossy lips. The aid of his spidery legs in positioning him nearly has him floating over you, lazily slapping his hips against your face as he starts beating your throat in a mindless yet needy rhythm.

"So pretty," He purrs, his inner fangs clacking as he watches your throat bulge with the swell of his bulbous tip. The curved shaft makes it easier to plumb the depths of your mouth in search of a ripe spot to dump his load. "Tell your boyfriend you want us over more." His cackling peppers the sounds of his thick balls smacking your chin and sticking with what remains of his webbing that he shot out errantly. That plap, plap, plap echoes endlessly, degradingly in your ears, yet doesn't move the needle for his friends even when they cast occasional glances over to your spot on the couch. Efraim looks and readjusts his crotch, no doubt trying to mull the erection growing in order to give all his friends a much-needed turn with you. How generous.

"You just love bug cock, huh?" The wolf spider laughs as he spins a web between his fingers over your head. "I bet I'd have a harem of human sex dolls if everyone was as honest as you. Such a good toy." Suddenly the web twists into the form of a rope, and you watch in panic as he loops it around your neck and proceeds to tug--but only at the moment of his orgasm, when the bulge in your throat swells into...a second bulge. It hits you as the air completely leaves your lungs, your neck completely blocked: he wasn't wrapping his dick for protection, he did so in order to catch his cum like a balloon and plop inside you like he would a spider mate. He fixes the web-rope lower into the divot between both bulges, and with minute adjustments there's a sudden twing and the webbing snaps off the tip, fully encasing his bulb of cum to slide down the back of your throat and enter you fully to do...gods know what. He takes the rope away and slides out in one smooth motion, before he tilts your head up with a clawed hand and encourages you to breathe.

"Very good." His soothing tone lasts only a moment before those fangs make a reappearance in a smirk. "You'll be a good incubato-"

"Move it! My turn." The moth appears suddenly and jostles the spider aside, who swings back before hauling himself up to the corner of the ceiling with a grumble. That big smile is both alarming and affirming all at once--he seems kinder and sweeter than you expected, or maybe it's just the weed and the smell of sex in the room that's making him excitable. He tugs his sweatpants down to show off a long, protruding ovipositor, and with some eager repositioning to your side he manages to wriggle it in...just the wrong hole, at first. With your squeak at the unexpected backdoor intrusion, he yelps softly and readjusts towards your clit, which he bumps and rubs affectionately as if his ovipositor is sharing tender kisses with it. You worry a bit that he might try and shove it up there next, but the third time's the charm and as the other guys settle in on the opposite couch and switch the game for a movie, your cunt gushes a little at the smooth insertion of something so long and thin and warm.

"Aaahh.." Your sigh of relief is breathtaking to the group of faded-out insect men, each of whom have next to no interest in what's playing on the screen and instead are just watching you get fucked. Slowly.

"So cuuute....you're so, so cuuuute.." He moans with a distinct rumbling in his throat, which makes the collar of his neck fluff ruffle and bristle in mesmerizing waves. His sparkly dusts flutters over you in a misty shower of tiny particles, each one clinging to your skin and hair and eyelashes. Efraim's beetle friend sits on the floor twiddling his thumbs while he watches intently, in the meantime the wolf spider descends down to the couch to perch next to your boyfriend and chat idly while they enjoy the splendid view.

It takes only a minute or two of that sweet treatment for you to realize why this one hangs out with the others. Once he's pressed his ovipositor deep enough to pinch as it enters your womb, a second appendage beneath the egg depositor starts wriggling beneath his fuzz. It comes bursting out in a shower of powder as if excited--it's a stout, fat tentacle-looking limb, which drips with syrupy slime and struggles for contact until he leans forward enough to grant it access. When he does, you can no longer deal with mild squirming; your body thrashes and hips hump mindlessly as his cock stretches you out, flailing and twisting inside you as it lavishes in the attention your warm cunt gives it. That's when he really starts thrusting, and that same translucent, pinkish syrup drips off his tongue as he drools in complete ecstasy, black-sclera eyes rolling back in his head as he drops all that pristine composure. Lost in bliss, he pins your knees back with his fuzzy hands and folds you into a deep, merciless mating press.

It's no exaggeration to say that the experience is heavenly. Your boyfriend sits chatting with his friends about games and movies and weed, mere feet away, and yet he can still snap a photo of you and some videos while he tells you how sweet you are and how cute you look. How nice you are to let him introduce you to his friends and let them get to know a human for the first time. For letting them go crazy on you like his moth friend is doing right now, and how his other two friends are gearing up for again as they smell your pheromones and get excited at the human going into heat.

Then, while the moth is pounding you in that brutal breeding position, his wings flutter suddenly and he tries to pull back in a panic. He doesn't move. He's stuck--his ovipositor having swollen and latched inside your womb, the egg forming a knot that won't let him pull out of your cervix. The tentacle finally releases with a spray of syrupy cum all over your folds, and retracts slowly back into his body. But despite still being stuck, his egg-laying appendage is thin, and bendable...so the other guys just decide to sort of keep fucking you around it. He has to lean out of the way so the others can make space, but when they make you cum good enough you'll loosen up and let him go, they're sure.

Yeah, they just have to pump you full of more eggs, more cum, more venom, and it'll all work out. Totally. And they can just make sure to give you more weed to ease the process, maybe a little alcohol if you're in the mood to drink. It'll all make it sooooo easy, promise. You won't even feel the swell of your stomach until you look pregnant, or the ache in your throat from choking on all that mutant cock, or even the headache that comes from smoking too much because you'll just be in complete, total bliss. So good. So sweet. Such a nice, soft, breedable toy for all your boyfriend's friends ♡!

#efraim (mc)#centipede stoner #centipede stoner x reader #monster x reader #insect monster #monster boyfriend #spicy writing #monster campus #ellie writes

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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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Hoping this will be a fun distraction for you -

I don’t know if we’ve touched on the meme about the giving up their jacket (damn, Jackie! I can’t control the weather!) but now….now I have discovered a previously unforeseen 3rd option:

Tell me - who is the first on to give up their jacket, who does it after seeing someone else do it, who says Damn Jackie!, and who does this^^^ whichever motorcycle men you feel like including. And I hope Nero and his slutty cardigans get an honorable mention.

The way I read the comic before the text and immediately my brain was like, "Juice Ortiz, my beloved." 😂😂 I just know that he would be tossing his jacket off so fast. Would he think back on it later and be like, "Hmm. I probably could've given it to her instead,"? Absolutely. But that's okay. I love him anyway. 😂

You mention Nero and now I'm cackling. Because I'm just picturing him OF COURSE giving his girl his slutty cardigan to wear!! Of course he would!! He takes off one slutty cardigan to reveal a second, sluttier cardigan underneath. 😌

Angel is a toss-up between "Damn, Jackie" and throwing his coat to the wind. It depends on the day and also how well he knows the girl and whether or not he's trying to score. New girl??? New CUTE girl??? He's tossing that shit so fast. Girl he knows?? Girl he's already dating??? She's getting curved so fast. Damn, Jackie to the max. 😂

We have canon evidence that EZ would hand over his coat. I still think that giving Emily a sleeveless kutte in a freezer was next to pointless but like hey! He tried! 😂🤦🏻‍♀️ All those brains and still a goddamn himbo. He's lucky he's pretty.

Gilly will also hand over his jacket. If it's really that cold he'll probably be a bit of a grump about it but he'll still do it. He will also call out any of the guys who don't follow suit. He will be brutal about it and honestly?? Love that for him. And for me because the idea of getting toasty in one of Gilly's hoodies will give me enough serotonin to survive the day.

I don't know why my brain is telling me that Coco would be one to have a "Damn, Jackie" moment. Not because he's an asshole *cough* like angel *cough* but because he is also just so fucking cold the idea of offering up his jacket wouldn't cross his mind. Like in his heart he would give it to you but he's too busy being cold for his brain to get him there 😂 He might get the hint if he sees someone else do it first.

I also picture Bishop not only being the type to offer up his coat, but to be shaking his head and absolutely roasting any of the guys who don't do the same. He and Gilly don't always have a lot in common but in that moment they truly do bond over raking Angel over the coals.

I also picture Happy being somewhat the same way. He'd get there eventually, though. It might take him a minute but eventually he would notice and the light bulb would go off above his head and he'd hand it over. Slow on the uptake but lord do we love him anyway.

The way I can see Jax as all three of these options at different points in his life. Like, very young teenager Jax is throwing his coat. Won't even think about it he will just get rid of it. Gemma is always wondering where all his fucking hoodies went. When he gets a little older he hits his "Damn, Jackie" fuckboy phase. And eventually he ages out of that to the jacket-sharing phase. Like a fine wine you gotta wait for the payoff.

Opie, the man who wears five layers at all time in the California heat, does not recognize the fact that other people might be cold. He WILL have to see someone else do the thing first. But then he will sacrifice one of his five thousand layers. Never the beanie, though.

Miguel is a "Damn, Jackie" type of motherfucker. This is true to me because I don't like him. 😂😂😂😂😂

But that's okay because Nestor will, in fact, hand over his coat. Braided King. 😌

Also. Clay would never. I just don't buy it. He could see every other guy doing it and he just wouldn't. Disappointed but not surprised.

Tig would. Depending on the scenario he might have to see someone else do it first to get the hint but you and I both know the man would do it. There would be a joke about how he'd rather be taking clothes off of you rather than putting him on but he wouldn't let you freeze.

I needed these chuckles today. I will be laughing about this for a while 😂😂

#ask #asks #withmyteeth #hc

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bae-roman · 4 years

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The Halloween headcanons we have all been waiting for ...

* I may have totally forgotten about these, so sorry for the wait!

*I was planning on fixing it up and formatting it real cute but then y’all probably wouldn’t have gotten it until next year.

*This is Roman’s face the entire night he’s carving pumpkins with his children.

Bunny totally has to do some last-minute costume shopping after one of the twins completely ruined their costume 2 days before Halloween.

The poor kid is dead set on having a very specific costume this year, and he’s just as stubborn as his father so Bunny, bless her, called every store that could possibly carry the costume. Lucky for her, there's one left at a store literally 2 hours away but Bunny is very dedicated to her children having amazing holidays and her son was so upset when his costume got ruined, so she decides to make the drive and get it.

But, she also promised the kids that they could carve the pumpkins they got the other day and now her only option is to make Roman do it with them

The thing with Roman is ... well it's not that he hates Halloween, he just doesn't particularly love the idea of his 5 kids ages 12 and under getting all hyped up and excited while dealing with pumpkin guts - he's way too OCD for that which is why Bunny usually does it while he's at work, but since Bunny has to leave before he gets home from work, he's stuck in charge and was most definitely not prepared for the chaos that ensued.

Now, Roman already thinks quite highly of his wife alright, but after that? He thinks the woman is some kind of magic possessing saint.

When Bunny walks in the door, she is stunned to see the shape of her house.

There are pumpkin guts everywhere from, what Bunny later found out, a “pumpkin fight” where the kids all decided it would be a great idea to run around and whip as much pulp at each other as possible while dad was changing the baby’s diaper

A lamp, or what used to be a lamp, has been knocked onto the floor, shattered into hundreds of little pieces

the decorative couch cushions are strewn all around, having been thrown in various directions all across the floor

The kids are covered in mess ... and this is just all she sees as she takes her first steps inside.

Now don’t get me wrong, Roman is very much the authoritarian of the two and is absolutely the type of parent who can give their kids a look so stern that they all drop what they’re doing and behave in an instant.... for the most part. However, his kids have also learned how to get away with shit and his weaknesses.

They all know that his attention is compromised whenever he’s alone with all of them and Bunny is like not on the property lol. This is especially true when Romans watching the baby because she is always so clingy and fussy, and only really likes being in Romans arms.

Roman tends to panic around his kids as babies. I think it’s because they can’t actually tell him what’s wrong or if something is even wrong at all so he just panics and thinks they're in crisis even when they’re just being brats.

His other children all notice this and totally use it to their advantage.

Anyways, so Bunny comes home and she literally walks in on one of her children wearing a pumpkin, evidently stuck, on his head...with his father unsuccessfully attempting to pull it off..

Before she can interject or anyone notices she's home, the stuck child's eldest brother instructs him to "hit his head on the wall to break it" which the boy does without a second thought.

Bunny is just about to break into her whole mom “What the HELL are you doing” mode, but it actually worked and shockingly the kid isn't hurt, yet when they see her everyone kinda just freezes, even the baby.

To top it all off, all but one of the pumpkins have been destroyed in one way or another, except for the one her husband carved as a joke.

She doesn't even see it until after all the kids have been cleaned and put to bed and she joins Roman downstairs to clean up the urgent things like pumpkin guts and food spills and leaving the rest for the maid tomorrow.

When she finally sees it, she slaps his chest lightly and laughs. Bunny still carves a simple ghost on the back though, and that's the side they show on the porch.

Fast forward to Halloween:

Costumes go as follows:

Like every other year, Nadia dresses up as a princess. This year, she’s Rapunzel.

Their eldest son is Iron man (RIP)

The older twin goes as a “me with no head” and the younger one is a pirate.

Bunny is a witch with their infant daughter as the cutest little black cat.

And when asked what he’s going to be for Halloween, Roman pics up a stray crown from the decoration box, puts it on and says “Rapunzel’s dad”, a big difference from last year as Cinderella’s dad.

The big drama of the evening is that Nadia wants to go trick-or-treating with her friends, not with her baby siblings and parents.

Bunny gets it and doesn't see too much of an issue with them going as long as Nadia shares her location with her, doesn’t go into anyone’s house and she and her friends stay in a group at all times. Roman, on the other hand, is not down for that at all so they “compromise” with Roman following in his car, “or she can stay home”.

Before everyone goes out for the night, Bunny posts a family pic with the caption “Wanted to have a cute costume theme this year, but they all said no.”

She posts a picture every year, and every year the amount she has to bribe them before they agree increases.

The “decapitated” twin runs around the house all day scaring his siblings…. and his mom….. and even Roman at one point but then gets the death glare and stops.

Trick or treating goes well then all the kids come back, watch a movie as a family until the little ones fall asleep and their older kids retire to their rooms.

After everyone's all settled for the night, Bunny surprises Roman with a costume change, this one much more scandalous, I’m thinking something like this

They have a tradition where every year after the kids go to bed, she dresses up as a sluttier version of what she went as earlier. This year she’s just in lingerie and a witches hat. This quickly changes to just the witches hat.

#Roman Godfrey #halloween #roman x reader #roman godfrey imagine #nadia godfrey #hemlock grove #bunny x roman #bunny and roman #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård #roman godfrey

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spacebeige · 4 years

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The One That Got Away

Erin and Megan have been best friends for over a year. It’s the summer of 1997, and they are both 15. They spend almost every afternoon in Megan’s bedroom listening to her extensive CD collection.

Erin is a talented dancer. She takes classes every day of the week from a local studio, and has a part time job teaching kids’ classes at the same studio. She is tall and slender with long dark hair, and her personality is shy and demure although she surprises everyone (including herself) with the occasional blue snarky comment.

Megan is passionate about music, and is a member of a CD club. She works part time at the local soft serve stand. She is ballsy and encourages Erin to try new things. She is petite and curvy, with chin length dark blonde hair. Neither of the girls have boyfriends, but Megan occasionally hooks up with a cute, immature skater-stoner guy named Kyle.

The girls spend more time at Megan’s house than Erin’s - for one thing, her bedroom is in the basement so they have more privacy to talk, and for another thing, Megan’s working-class family is more laid-back than Erin’s more proper, uptight family. Erin calls Megan’s mom “Other Mom.” Megan also has an older sister named Allison who works at a fast food place and is always in a bad mood. (Erin has a younger brother.)

One afternoon Megan wants to play a new song for Erin. She puts in a CD that just arrived from her music club and hits Play. Erin is instantly enraptured with the song, and begins choreographing a dance in her mind to it. (The song is Possum Kingdom by The Toadies, but I’m not sure if I’m going to make that explicit.)

The plot kicks off one night when the girls are hanging out with Kyle, and he introduces his friend Christian from California, who is staying with his mom for the next couple of weeks. Erin is enamored with Christian, and even manages to impress him (and everyone) with a well-timed blue snarky comment:

Kyle: Suck my dick!

Erin: I’ll suck your mom’s dick!

Megan: You see why I love her?

Later that night while sleeping over at Megan’s house, Erin gushes about Christian and she and Megan conspire to hook the two of them up. Megan promises to do everything she can. She also produces some weed that she got from Kyle. Erin says no thanks, but she doesn’t mind if Megan smokes it.

Megan creates situations designed for Erin and Christian to bump into each other. One evening she shows up at the end of Erin’s dance class, bringing along Kyle and Christian. Erin’s classmates are annoyed by their antics, but Erin finds them amusing.

The four end up at Christian’s house, a neat McMansion on a sprawling lot far away from town. In the setting sun, the girls clown around on the trampoline in the back yard while the boys shoot them on Christian’s camcorder. Then Megan plays the special song from a portable CD player and Erin works out her choreography, showing off her dancing skills for Christian. Kyle and Megan go inside to “watch TV” and Erin is finally alone with Christian. He tells her that some friends are throwing a going away party for him, and he would like it if Erin and Megan would come - especially Erin.

The night of the party, Erin and Megan spend a lot of time getting dolled up in Megan’s room. Erin is wearing a short red slip dress, something far sluttier than she normally would and that her mother will never know about. Megan gushes over her and assures her that Christian will not be able to stay away from her. Excitement and tension are in the air.

They arrive at the party on the outskirts of town, at a house of someone they don’t know. They are wildly overdressed. Also, everyone else is already drunk and rowdy. Megan finds Kyle and the two disappear. After an awkward few minutes of looking around, Erin finally spots Christian. He is already drunk, and offers her a drink as well. She pounds it out of discomfort and awkwardness, and the two of them are soon dancing and making out.

Christian spirits Erin over to a dark, secluded corner of the yard, and the two of them are heavily making out and fooling around in the dirt under the bushes. He asks if she wants to have sex, but she hesitates, and he backs down, promising that he won’t do anything she doesn’t want. Their session fizzles out, and each of them ends up wandering back into the party. Erin is sobering up and wants to go home, but Megan is wasted and having too much fun. Erin ends up sitting on the couch and waiting for Megan to be ready to leave. They arrive back at Megan’s house at 3am and sneak through her bedroom window.

In the morning, Megan’s mom knocks on the door, informing Erin that her mother called; Erin’s dance instructor, Julia, is wondering why she’s not at the studio for the class she’s supposed to be teaching. Hungover, Erin bolts in a panic to the studio. The class is almost half over when Erin gets there, and Julia has it handled. Julia notes Erin’s under-the-weather condition and sends her home.

Erin collapses into her bed, but her mother instantly gets her back up. She makes Erin drink water and get dressed, and marches her over to the studio to explain herself to Julia. Erin admits that she was out partying last night, and promises Julia it will never happen again. Julia is tolerant, but reminds Erin that she must be disciplined if she wants to make it in this field, and that the kids in her class look up to her. Erin leaves the studio in shame.

The next time they get together, Megan wants to talk about the party, but Erin is embarrassed to even think about it. She admits to Megan that she got in trouble over it, and Megan is outraged on Erin’s behalf. She cusses out Erin’s mom and Julia, but Erin shuts her down, repeating what Julia said about needing to be disciplined and a role model. Megan takes this as an attack on her character, and the girls bicker and take jabs at each other. Erin leaves Megan’s house in a huff.

Erin calls Christian to make her feel better about herself, and he invites her over to his house to hang out. She is excited to hang out with him again, but once she is there, they quickly find they don’t have much to say to one another. They watch a movie in silence, and she leaves immediately after.

Erin stops by Megan’s house. Allison answers the door. Erin asks if Megan is home. Allison just glares at her. Erin asks if she knows where Megan is, and Allison shuts the door on her. Erin goes home and spends a troubled and distracted evening watching TV with her family.

Megan calls several days later and invites Erin over. They discuss their fight, but each is expecting an apology from the other that doesn’t happen. Their conversation at a stalemate, they sit in awkward silence until Erin wordlessly gets up and leaves.

Over the next several days, Erin mopes around the house, not sure what to do with herself. One evening her mother comes into her bedroom to talk. She says that it’s natural for friendships to end, even though it can be as painful as a breakup. Erin releases the sadness that she has been holding in, and the two of them have a heartfelt bonding moment.

The next time at dance class, Erin overhears her classmates making plans together and asks if she can join them. Surprised, they say yes. Erin spends the evening watching a dance movie and trying out the choreography in her classmate’s basement. She begins to have fun.

Many months later, Erin is performing at the winter talent show. She is dancing to the song that Megan played for her last summer. After the show, Erin sees Megan in the distance with her new friends. She isn’t going to say anything, but Megan calls to her and runs over. She expresses how much she enjoyed Erin’s performance, and they exchange a few awkward sentences before Megan leaves to rejoin her friends.

#original story #graphic novel #story idea #1997 #the 90s

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* ( kristine froseth ) ⁠— cricket rigby has lived in somewhere for 23 years, which is crazy considering they are only twenty three. you can usually find her working at the somewhere roller rink . when i think of strawberry bubblegum, heart shaped sunglasses, & twirling the stem of a rose between your fingertips, i can’t help but think of them as well. ( pepper, twenty four, she/her, est )

ABOUT THE MUN. sick of thinking! won’t be doing that again

hello all! my name is pepper and i have never been on time for anything ever in my life so it’s pretty fitting that i’m the last one to get my intro up dkjdkj love this for me,,, always on brand. anyways, i am Returning to the rpc kind of maybe after a month hiatus and i wanted something cute and chill to try and get back into the swing of things... i’m hoping this group will be that! but yeah please bear with me i am Definitely going to be a bit rusty,,,, and i am sorry in advance. but Anyways, enough about that and onto some fun facts about me. to start, i just turned twenty four two weeks ago and i am Still in shock about it so jot that down, i hate it here. i have like,,, the opposite of a green thumb, i have killed every plant i have ever had, rip peter the succulent you were a good egg. i regularly say i’m feeling ___ in this chillis tonight despite never being to chillis. i enjoy garbage movies, like the worse it is the better (tyler perry movies, the fast and the furious series, etc). i straight up don’t get like critically acclaimed movies i’m ngl,,, like really like Great movies go straight over my head rip but Anyways moving on to who we’re all here for, ms cricket rigby !

BIO. we need sluttier music…..

cricket juliet rigby was born to arthur godwin rigby and sonya marie rigby nee bankcult right here in good old somewhere florida. the story is that her parents were actually on their way out of town when cricket decided to ‘jump’ out of her mother’s belly and arrive to the party early. her parents always liked to tell the story like it was cute or funny or something but kit always saw it a bit differently. she had her chance to get out and she screwed it up. and now she’s literally never left this hell hole since. it’s like she got impatient and accidentally screwed herself over for it. and if that isn’t foreshadowing for the rest of her life she doesn’t know what is.

it was her mom’s idea to name her cricket. she said it was because of the way she used to kick with both legs in the womb. like she was jumping. her father found her name ridiculous and insisted on calling her juliet, but that was to be expected. her mother was always the fanciful one out of the pair of them. you see, ricki’s father was a pretty successful lawyer and her mother was a children’s book illustrator. to put it simply her father was the type of person to give kids floss on halloween and her mother was the type to slip you a cookie when the ‘adults’ weren’t looking. they were complete opposites, honestly to the point where sometimes cricket didn’t even understand how her parents got together. but somehow against all odds they did, and they stayed together to boot. loved each other too. her mother always made her father loosen up a bit and her father usually kept her mother grounded. they suited each other, and they adored each other in a way cricket never really saw any other parents doing. well, until they didn’t.

if cricket didn’t understand how her parents got together she sure understood why they didn’t stay together. you’d have to be blind as a bat to not see that one coming.

her parents fought constantly as cricket got older. the kind of loud, explosive fights that woke a kid up in the middle of the night and made the neighbors look at you with sympathy. there was no abuse or anything serious like that, or even cheating. her parents simply stopped liking each other. and that was honestly even scarier. that her parents could simply wake up one day and not like each other anymore.

they called it quits when cricket turned thirteen. her mother broke the news to her over a shared joint on the beach. and honestly, it wasn’t really the kind of news you wanted to process while high, but well, nobody ever asked cricket. nobody ever really asked cricket anything.

but well, her mother asked cricket one thing. to break the news to her little sister. cause yeah, she had one of those. kimberly. a regular sensible name for a regular sensible girl. not that there’s anything wrong with being regular or sensible. it’s just that cricket and her mother were neither of those things. if cricket took after her mother, then kimberly took after their father. her baby sister wanted to be an accountant for god’s sake. what six year old wants to be an accountant?

anyways, cricket played messenger. she broke the news to her sister and comforted her in the aftermath. she listened to her mother as she told fanciful, beautiful stories about how much more she wanted from her life. and one sunny thursday afternoon, the very thursday she got her first period, the very thursday that a girl really needs her mom, like really needs her mom, she came home and didn’t have one anymore. or a sister either apparently. all she had was a dad crumpled on the living room floor around a heart shaped sticky note of all things.

who leaves their fucking family with a fucking sticky note?

apparently dad was the only one in the family who didn’t know he and mom were over. cricket would feel bad about it if she wasn’t so busy feeling sorry for herself. because apparently her mother packed up her and kimmy’s things, picked up kimberly from school and just left somewhere forever. leaving cricket behind. just like that. cricket didn’t understand it. just the night before her and her mother were laying back on her bed, laughing. and now she was tossed aside like a discarded toy. second best in a two person race. cricket had never quite dealt with abandonment until that moment, but her first taste of it hurt like a bitch. it hurt all over.

but things only got worse. cause then came stella. stella was cricket’s godmother. her mother’s best friend. the woman who would slip cricket money so she could buy herself a red lipstick at the mac counter or pick herself up that tube top she’d been wanting so badly. the woman who came with cricket and her mother when she got her first bra. the woman who was supposed to be there for her in the aftermath of all this. but apparently stella took the job a bit too seriously.

she fucked her father. and not long after that she married him. cricket fought them every step of the way, but they still did it. and well, she had to live with it. her mother and best friend was gone, and this impostor was taking her place. and her father was just letting it all happen. in fact he was happy to do it. that’s what he kept telling her anyways. to let him be happy. that he deserved to be happy. but didn’t she deserve to be happy too?

her mother sent letters sometimes, and kimmy would occasionally call the house. cricket never opened the letters, and she never really spoke much to kimmy. i mean, it wasn’t kimberly’s fault, and cricket knew that. after all, she was six. she never had a choice either. but cricket couldn’t help being jealous of the little shit. kimberly missed dad so much and she wanted to come home. but she was out of somewhere, and she was with mom. she had everything cricket ever wanted and she wasn’t even appreciating it. it was a hard pill to swallow. eventually cricket started cutting the calls short.

cricket and her father never saw eye to eye. he kicked her out of the house when she was seventeen after an argument between cricket and stella got so bad that things got physical on both their parts. and instead of kicking out the woman who hit his daughter, arthur got rid of the daughter instead. cricket didn’t mind. she simply went to live with her boyfriend at the time (who much like all of cricket’s boyfriends in the past was handsome, cool, and most importantly old enough to have his own place). after that she never really turned back. just... moved from boyfriends place to boyfriends place to girlfriends place to boyfriends place. saw her dad on holidays or when she needed money or under duress. and stayed in somewhere. for now.

PERSONALITY. feeling like the prettiest girl in the crawl space right now

as you can probably tell from that mess of an bio, this is my first time playing cricket so i don’t really have her personality nailed down yet BUT

ECCENTRIC. cricket got her mother’s weird hippy gene for sure honestly. she might even be an artist lowkey because of it. definitely is the type to just say weird as hell shit without shame. your local manic pixie dream girl tbh

PROMISCUOUS. she a hoe and that’s a fact. love that for her though! gets around and is pretty shameless about it honestly. just here for a good time. kind of charming naturally and just generally like?? flirtatious?? the type to flirt with a cop to get out of a ticket. also the type to cry to get out of a really bad dad. the type to go on a date just cause her fridge is empty and yk a girl’s gotta eat. the kind of girl who had a bunch of rumours about her in high school like that she slept with so and so under the bleachers at an assembly or that she once did something nearly impossible on a trampoline.

CONTRADICTORY. cricket is a compassionate person but she can also hold a grudge for a long ass time. still doesn’t really talk to her mom or little sister. but if you need a ride across town cricket will just give it to you even if she barely knows you. if you’re hungry and come to the roller rink she will slip you some fries free of charge even if she’ll probably get in trouble for it. will fight her stepmom ON SIGHT and slam a bitch down during roller derby but like will get so excited over something simple like the moon being out sdkdskj this bitch makes no sense y’all.

MYSTERIOUS. at least to other people i feel like. cricket doesn’t really talk about herself or serious things, and she will change the topic if someone is getting too close. she’s the type who doesn’t open up easy, and therefore the type that a lot of guys like... idealize and build up into this mysterious untouchable thing yk? but she’s just a dumb girl who doesn’t want to talk about her feelings underneath it all sdkjdkj she’s just stupid

HEADCANNONS. at least whatever is wrong with me is really really funny

lost her virginity at fourteen around the anniversary of her mother leaving. unfortunately the type who seeks love and acceptance in all the wrong places. tends to self sabotage when things are too good, or literally just go for people who are bad for her. bi af tho hey~ has been in more relationships than she can count for sure. will duck behind a wall when she sees any of her exes at the grocery store.

does ROLLER DERBY! will fight a bitch in the ring! very good at it despite how cute and angelic she looks sdksdk can and WILL slam a bitch into a wall. it’s just a fun hobby for her, but she loved the camraderie of it honestly. her team is a ragtag group of misfits and i Love them

like i said in the chat, will now put up posters around town with a cute little polaroid of herself and her number on those little tab things just for shits and giggles to see who calls. will completely prank anyone who does call for fun

idk why but i feel like the roller rink is called l8r sk8r or something cheesy like that,,, i feel it in my Soul. also imagine the type of place where cricket goes around on rollerblades serving food, so yeah, you can order food probably and some showy girl on rollerblades will serve it to you

has been a muse before. like guys have written songs about her in high school. one guy painted a portrait of her and it went in a literal gallery. is always very flattered but very like,,, cool thanks bye!

i totally forgot to include this but the rigby’s are rich y’all. like country club rich. her daddy’s got that big money and their house is Huge but you would never be able to tell by the way cricket acts, she’s a mess.

speaking of, her name is indeed cricket (rip) but you can call her kit, kitty, rick, ricki, jiminey,,, all of it is valid

the vibe is madchen amick folks,,, that’s the whole vibe and honestly she’s probably cricket’s style inspo like twin peaks??? maybe her favourite show

a feel like she might also be a lifeguard as a side hustle, but she only ever fills in when no one else can you know. she’s the emergency call in, and when she’s there she spends most of her time sitting in her lifeguard chair in her little red swim suit and flirting with whoever comes by to see her like sdkjsd is she good at her job? no. does she bring traffic to the beach? probably!

WANTED CONNECTIONS. i’m saving my brain for special occasions. if i use it every day it’ll get dirty

i would love an ex for her honestly,,, an ex bf or gf where cricket sabotaged things just when they were getting good? an ex on good terms maybe! an ex will they won’t they thing where they almost got together but never did? an old childhood crush for either party! a childhood enemy is also sexy! an old neighbor! someone who’s sibling she used to date or something! someone new to town that she’s intrigued by! someone new to town she doesn’t get along with (maybe cause of a bad first impression or something?) a one night stand! a fwb! a ewb! a BEST FRIEND GOD PLEASE! m or f i am down either way. i would kill for a girl squad though. maybe an ex best friend who hates cricket cause she slept with their boyfriend in high school or something. a party friend! someone she does roller derby with. someone she always sees in the crowd during roller derby. idk someone who she regularly sees at the motel she has her hookups at, maybe cause they’re also hooking up or maybe cause they just come to the motel often for some reason or honestly maybe they’re a vacationer that would make sense. uh someone she saved from drowning one time! OH someone she pretended to be dating to make an ex jealous or avoid one or something at one point,,,and anything else tbh we can absolutely brain storm! like this and i will slide into your dms <3

#vthqintro #kristine's smile in the gif above... that's it that's the tag #c.r. | bio.

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Phantom Pain (14)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - Bucky X Reader

WARNINGS - Bad Habits and Rough Sex, Angsty and Dark AF.

DESCRIPTION - Everybody in the world knew of you, but not who you really were. Some called you a vigilante, some called you a criminal and some called you a hero but all of them called you The Phantom. Only two people knew your real identity and they swore to never tell anyone but when The Avengers need to infiltrate a high-security facility, Bruce Banner deduces that you’re the only one who can pull it off. That decision puts you and Bucky Barnes on a path you can’t turn back from, even if neither of like where it’s leading.

Series Masterlist

Chapter Fourteen - Phantom Hiding

“Ok, today's training is easy. We’re playing a game, Find the phantom.” Steve said simply, grinning in excitement.

“No using Friday to find her for you.” He added before Tony could finish opening his mouth.

“So we’re playing Hide and Seek? With a literal invisible woman?” Clint checked.

“Ten points for anyone who successfully finds her, twenty if you manage to touch her, fifty if you capture her.” Steve said.

“If anyone manages to capture me I’ll buy them dinner.” You chuckled derisively.

They all looked around warily, trying to figure out where your voice had come from.

“Alright, one your marks... get set... go!” Steve called and everyone scattered, looking for you.

You stifled a giggle and walked through the wall. As soon as you were clear you ran for Tony’s workshop, and phased straight inside an Iron Suit. It was only after you were inside your brain caught up to the fact you’d ran straight past somebody.

“How did you beat me up here?” You demanded, popping your head out of the suit.

“It wasn’t that hard to figure out where you were going to hide, you love winding Tony up.” Bucky said, smirking at you.

“Fine, take me in.” You sighed, phasing out of the suit and surrendering.

“No need Domniţă, if nobody else finds you I still win by thirty points.” He said, winking consiprationally at you.

“You need to touch me to get the full thirty.” You pointed out.

Bucky leaned in until there was less than a centimetre between your bodies. He ran his hand along the bare skin of your arm, not touching but so close he made all the little hairs stand up.

“Nobody else touches you, am I clear?” He said lowly.

You nodded slowly, like you were in a trance.

“Good girl.” he whispered and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You closed your eyes and savoured the sensation, opening them to find him gone. You sighed wistfully and stepped back inside the suit, determined to keep your word and not let anyone else get a hold of you.

Three Hours Later

“Miss King, Captain Rogers asked me to inform you that they give up.”

“Where the hell were you?” Sam demanded when you strolled into the common room.

You laughed out loud.

“I haven’t even been invisible or intangible for the three hours. I was taking a nap.” You told them.

“WHERE? We looked everywhere.” Steve insisted.

“I was in one of the Iron Suits. They’re surprisingly comfortable.” You laughed, cackling at the put out and betrayed expression on Tony’s face.

“You were in my suit? My suit? Really? My suit?” He wailed.

“Did anyone find you?” Steve asked.

“Friday?” You said smugly, grinning at Bucky.

“Sargent Barnes found and touched The Phantom, earning thirty points.” She informed everyone.

There were a chorus of cheers and boos that you ignored as Bucky winked at you from across the room.

“Uh, I have to go take care of work stuff. Excuse me.” You stammered, practically running out of the room in your haste to escape.

When Bucky had winked at you, your stomach had done a little somersault and you didn’t like that. Physical attraction was fine, it was good and when it came to Bucky Barnes, it was expected. You’d known he was gorgeous from the second you’d seen his picture and meeting him in person had only made you salivate that much more.

Yes, Bucky Barnes was as sexy as sin but he was also charming, caring, sweet, protective, thoughtful and funny. Your body’s response to him was no longer limited to arousal, it was emotional longing.

“Are you alright? I could feel your panic.” Wanda said, rushing down the corridor after you.

“Oh, no you aren’t.” She said, answering her own question.

“No, I’m not.” You agreed flatly.

“Why are you so angry? What’s happened?” She asked, concern flooding her features.

You were angry, you were practically shaking with rage. Anger at your father, and at yourself. You took a deep breath to calm yourself and tried to explain it to her.

“When I was four I jumped off a wall in the swingpark and cut my knee open. It was barely a scratch but my dad carried me all the way home, singing ‘Somewhere over the rainbow’ to distract me from the pain.” You said, smiling wistfully.

“Your father did that?” She asked, smiling at the thought for a brief second before she remembered what a bastard Alexander King was.

“Yeah. When I was seven he taught me how to ride a horse because like all little girls, I wanted a pony. He insisted that if I had one, I had to learn to look after it properly because it was a living thing and not a toy. He made me muck horse stalls every day.” You laughed.

“That sounds awful.”

“It was. And it was one of the best lessons I ever learned. That Christmas I came downstairs on Christmas morning and found my mothers corpse under the tree. Burglary gone wrong. They caught the guy, he’s in jail. But my dad shut down after that. After the funeral I don’t think we were ever even in the same room alone.”

Wanda realised where you were going with the trip down memory lane.

“This isn’t just about his escape is it?” She asked softly.

“Losing the love of his life changed him, it destroyed him. And because he was so broken, he destroyed so many other lives. Love is dangerous and stupid and I consider it my moral obligation to never fall in love. I’m not good at caring about people and it’s his fault and it’s just one more thing he’s done to piss me off.” You said.

“Is there someone you wish you could care for?” She asked.

You hesitated before you nodded and thankfully she didn’t press you for a name.

“I had a brother, a twin. His name was Pietro and when he died it was like a piece of me died as well. I feel that pain every day and I carry it with me everywhere I go. It was difficult, learning to be a person on my own when I was always one of two but I manage, with help.”

“Wanda I’m sorry.” You said, moving over and tentatively offering her a hug which she accepted.

“Your fathers pain doesn’t excuse the things he’s done. Loss does not give anyone a pass to be evil or hurtful and love is not a weapon.” She said softly, burying her head in your shoulder.

You wished you believed her.

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It took Tony 0.2 seconds to realise you were in a bad mood. It took him 0.3 seconds to figure out the best way to snap you out of it.

“Are you sure you wanna do this princess?” Tony challenged, ignoring Steve who walked into the lab with a look of trepadition.

You and Tony were stood in the middle of the lab, facing off against one another.

“I’m just her type, an egocentric, superhero billionaire with daddy issues. Bonus, I’m the younger model. Less mileage on me.” You said, waving at the befuddled Captain.

“False. I’m older but you’re sluttier.” Tony accused.

“Stark!” Steve snapped, glaring furiously at Tony.

“Cap you called her a manipulative snake yesterday.” Tony pointed out, waving Steve off.

“Not gonna lie, I’m a little bit turned on by that.” You said, winking at Steve who went the brightest shade of red you’d ever seen on a human being.

“There she is, Pepper! You would leave Tony for me right?” You asked her as she strode in.

“I can have the divorce papers drawn up within the hour if you’re offering.” Pepper said without missing a beat.

Tony made an undignified squeak and you double fist pumped the air.

“Pay up Snark!”

“What did you lose?” Pepper asked.

“The red custom lambo.” He grumbled.

“I’m gonna have it repainted.... blue.” You purred.

“You monster!”

“You have nobody but yourself to blame, you made a bet with the Betmaster.”

“The what?” Steve asked, bemused.

“That’s it, I’m taking your stupid title away. I challenge you to.... A bet war!” Tony said dramatically.

You gasped loudly and sat up to give him your full attention.

“I’m in. For the title.” You said

“Rules. We will take it in turns to offer up a bet. If you refuse or fail to complete your bet within one hour, you lose.” Tony decided and held out his hand.

“Agreed, let the games begin.” You said, shaking his hand.

“What just happened?” Steve whispered to Pepper.

“It just became a very long day.” She answered, sighing in resigned exasparation.

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Stark V King!!! Oooohhhh this isn't gonna end well, but first lets cover the important stuff.

Flirty Bucky and soft Wanda! I love them both, in very different ways.

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ashilrak · 6 years

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Do you have any characterization tips?

In general, I hardly think of myself as the master of characterization, but I’ll tell you what I do know/think. Some of the tips will be more general, others will be more character specific. I am mainly a Hamilton writer, so the more specific tips will be geared toward Hamilton.

General

When writing fanfiction, you already have characters to go off of. Make sure you understand the source material.

Fanon and canon can diverge greatly, but an accurate characterization means that the character in the original work and the character in the fan work are recognizable as the same.

Every person interprets every character differently, and that’s fine. You’re allowed to have your own interpretation. However, if there is a singular trait that is frequently remarked upon and exhibited in the original work, that trait is necessary to include for accurate characterization. There are certain traits that make people who they are. Discover what those key traits are, and as long as you have those, you’re off to a great start.

Disclaimer: One of my majors is history, so there is some historical knowledge that bleeds over into my characterizations. My fanfiction and characterizations are mainly based on the musical, but I can’t forget everything I know historically while writing.The historical and musical characters are not identical. But, the source material for the musical is historical. I am pulling from outside sources for some things I include in my characterizations.

Alexander Hamilton

Alexander Hamilton is “young, scrappy, and hungry” with an emphasis on hungry. That hunger, the ambition and drive, that never leaves him. He always wants more.

One thing that is not necessarily emphasized in the show, but very true historically is that Hamilton was a good father. He wasn’t perfect - no one is - but he loved his children so much. He loved his family and his kids so much. As ambitious as he was, as career-focused as he was, he wanted a family with the same passion. He wanted the best for his children. He might have been a bit strict, with high expectations and yeah he was a bit controlling (he had Philip’s days scheduled to the fucking minute), but it was from a place of love. Despite every opportunity that might have come up, not a single one of his children have been recorded as saying a negative thing about their father (to my, admittedly, limited knowledge)

He’s a romantic, emotional, filled with feeling.

He’s vain and very concerned with how he appears to others.

(Despite this vanity, he willingly would crawl around and let his children hang on him with no care for ruining his fine, and expensive, clothing)

He talks and writes and lashes out. He has opinions and he’s going to share them

Historically, he was a conservative elitist. I honestly think that the idea of “i pulled myself up by the bootstraps, why can’t you? I’m not gonna help you though” is a way of looking at it. It’s obviously much more complex than that, but even in the musical he’s passing the same plans and policies, working toward the same goals. Not every element of them is stated (and to do so would be ridiculous), but…that’s what’s going on.

In fic we like to paint Hamilton as the progressive fighting for the rights many of us believe in and have Jefferson as the old stuffy conservative. I’m not against that exactly, but even in the musical, that’s not how it goes down.

He’s complex as fuck and that’s why he’s a fave of mine. A problematic fave, but a fave nonetheless.

Thomas Jefferson

In the musical we see him as loud and cocky, meant to represent how he’s remembered in history when compared to Hamilton, as far as my understanding of it goes

Historically, Jefferson was a shy and timid man with a stutter

These are fun to play with - the Jefferson he presents to the world verses who he actually is

In the musical, you only really see Jefferson as Hamilton’s opponent so you do have to get some more info to add depth - and one of my favorites is to look at the Outside Jefferson vs Inside Jefferson

Foodie, specifically wine

Francophile

Obnoxious fashion choices

Interesting relationship with religion - definitely something to explore if you’re ever writing something that goes more in-depth with him as a character

Jefferson was historically terrible for a myriad of reasons

Aaron Burr

Another problematic fave tbh

Burr was shady as fuck - a quick google search of “Aaron Burr water” will take you to pages about The Manhattan Company where he started a new bank to break Hamilton’s monopoly under the guise of a water company. The water company thing did not help the yellow fever outbreak, and instead led to a lot of cholera. Very much the ends justify the means sort of thinking.

Manwhore - Between Hamilton and Burr I’d put good money on Burr being the sluttier of the two

Burr was hungry, but in a different way than Hamilton. A man without ambitions wouldn’t try to become emperor of Mexico, after all

My APUSH teacher described him as the man who should have become president but never did. (He loved burr a lot, looking back on it) Take that as you will

George Washington

Not the most book-smart, but god did he get people. Wasn’t even the best military strategist, but he knew how to surround himself with good people and how to put them to their best use.

Very proper, concerned with appearance. Was aware of the affect these things had.

Stoic

James Madison

Did Not follow Jefferson around like a lost puppy. In the musical they’re shown as having a friendship (and I use this a lot in my own fic), but it’s sort of interesting to play with the idea of Jefferson being the much clingier of the two. Madison turned down Jefferson’s invitation to live with him, after all. There’s an interesting dynamic to play with between these two, but Jefferson’s not the one in the lead.

Hypochondriac

Calculating as fuck

I once said I don’t trust anyone who says writing Madison is simple

Angelica Schuyler

CAN WE GET A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR THIS WOMAN WITH STEREOTYPICALLY FEMALE CONCERNS AND THOUGHTS

Dear god people yes she’s a strong woman but don’t be afraid to make her delicate

Her songs are about loving her sister and falling in love with a man and loving her family and choosing her sister’s happiness over her own because she has so much love in her she’s self-sacrificing

She is full of emotion and love and she’s intelligent and the belle of the ball, able to charm anyone

She’s Stereotypically Feminine, down to the pink she wears

Yes, she lashes out against Hamilton, but that’s because she’s EMOTIONAL about it. She’s Angry and Hurt and Betrayed

~emotions~ don’t be afraid to give them to her k thx

Elizabeth Schuyler

yes we all know that eliza is amazing and lovely and kind and living and compassionate and in love with alexander

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE

as a youth she was a tomboy

In the musical she was right there with Angelica looking for the revolution. Her line is “people shouting in the square” that’s what excited her! She’s there for the action! She’s getting excited by this!

She’s the one that chose to marry a poor soldier boy with pretty eyes, nice legs, and a shit ton of potential

she’s not some goody-two-shoes

HISTORICALLY, THAT WONDERFUL ORPHANAGE OF HERS DID NOT LET IN ORPHANS WHOSE MOTHERS HAD BEEN UNMARRIED

LET ME MAKE THIS CLEAR, HER ORPHANAGE, THAT IS PRESENTED IN THE MUSICAL AS BEING AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT IN HONOR OF HER ALEXANDER, WOULDN’T HAVE ACCEPTED ALEXANDER

thanks for coming to my ted talk

she helped alexander with his speeches and essays and writing

As she got older, she was a bit savage in all honesty. she wasn’t there to put up with any bullshit

She wore mourning clothing for the rest of her life. So not only was she in love with Hamilton, but she was dramatic af

they really were well-matched and I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise

John Laurens

A complex relationship with his father. It wasn’t just outright hatred, okay. There are layers here

Anger. He wasn’t calm, he was angry. Bursting with passion.

He left a wife and a kid to join the revolution.

Nature gay

Rich boy

Lafayette

able to make the best out of any situation

one of those people that’s just bursting with happiness

believed so strongly in america

intelligent

able to manipulate people via the old world diplomacy of the courts he grew up in

literally everyone loved him, historically

generous

#Ask #Nonny #Karli Talks Writing #this got So long #oops #i had to stop because this took way too much time lmao

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